Post by kaiser on Aug 30, 2011 17:45:47 GMT -5
GHW Live returns from a short commercial break to see Kahlan Clarkson in the ring, shaking her hands and bouncing a bit, prepared for her match with a very mysterious man. Her theme song, "McFearless" by Kings of Leon, plays over the P/A as the audience feeds her a mixed reaction. She smiles and keeps her eyes on the stage, awaiting the entrance of her opponent, The Puppet and Prophet, Kaiser Chanson. The arena's lights slowly dim until complete and empty darkness engulfs the building. A sole spotlight falls upon the beautiful Kahlan, who looks around cautiously to avoid a sneak attack. When no second light hits to signal the coming of Kaiser, a cloud of confusion begins to set in. Heads turn and eyes shift, looking for the Behemoth of Bordeaux, who is nowhere to be seen. The referee questions Ms. Clarkson, who shrugs her shoulders in a silent response. Her left arm begins to lift into the air. It seems to be involuntarily, as a bizarre expression crosses the face of Kahlan. She looks around for an answer as her other arm begins to rise as well. Both of her wrists meet directly above her head as Kahlan seems to lose control of her body. She screams desperately, asking a greater power for a glimpse at hope or even an answer. A spotlight extends from the stage and the light within the darkened world falls upon Kaiser Chanson, who stands high above the masses in the building's rafters. A wicked and twisted smile of a psychopath is his face as Kahlan Clarkson panics below, her shrieks leaving her at a loss of breath, a wake apnea. The sensation of living in a body she could not control overcomes the Ladder Queen. Chanson leans his head over the side of the catwalk, looking down at Kahlan.
Kaiser Chanson
Do you feel it, Ms. Clarkson? The feeling of no control? Have you lost your dominance over your own being, your own corps? Such is the feeling of...HIS victims...The victims of maître de la marionnettes, The Puppet Master. Like I've said before, Ms. Clarkson. He pulls the strings. He controls the very being of this company. You've seen the ghosts on the canvas, ye? Now, who do you figure brought those ghosts to life again, eh? Who pulled the strings of ol' Ryan Hughes? Of Marcus Rayne, of The Purest, of Corrin Cobain. They all answer to a higher power. No gods. No kings. Just a man. And do you know who that man is, madame? The Puppet Master. He pulls their strings, just like he pulls your strings now. But you know what the sadest part of it is, Ms. Clarkson? Et vous? They don't even know. They live their lives as he wants them. They say what he speaks to them. But the worst part is, they do it so unconsciously. Ils dorment comme ils marchent.
Kaiser's head nods a bit as he almost chuckles to himself. He paces a bit on the catwalk, taking a few steps in one direction just to turn around and move back to where he was. The spotlight that engulfs him turns off, and a different one turns on right in front of Kahlan's form, and Chanson now stands there. The phenomenon of his movement cannot be explained, but there are much too many questions already created tonight that need answers, much less how he moves so seamlessly. Kahlan swings her head to and fro as Chanson continues his prophetic speech right before her.
[/color]Kaiser Chanson
Do you feel it, Ms. Clarkson? The feeling of no control? Have you lost your dominance over your own being, your own corps? Such is the feeling of...HIS victims...The victims of maître de la marionnettes, The Puppet Master. Like I've said before, Ms. Clarkson. He pulls the strings. He controls the very being of this company. You've seen the ghosts on the canvas, ye? Now, who do you figure brought those ghosts to life again, eh? Who pulled the strings of ol' Ryan Hughes? Of Marcus Rayne, of The Purest, of Corrin Cobain. They all answer to a higher power. No gods. No kings. Just a man. And do you know who that man is, madame? The Puppet Master. He pulls their strings, just like he pulls your strings now. But you know what the sadest part of it is, Ms. Clarkson? Et vous? They don't even know. They live their lives as he wants them. They say what he speaks to them. But the worst part is, they do it so unconsciously. Ils dorment comme ils marchent.
Kaiser's head nods a bit as he almost chuckles to himself. He paces a bit on the catwalk, taking a few steps in one direction just to turn around and move back to where he was. The spotlight that engulfs him turns off, and a different one turns on right in front of Kahlan's form, and Chanson now stands there. The phenomenon of his movement cannot be explained, but there are much too many questions already created tonight that need answers, much less how he moves so seamlessly. Kahlan swings her head to and fro as Chanson continues his prophetic speech right before her.
Kaiser Chanson[/color]
Think about this, Ms. Clarkson. Is this feeling really so unfamiliar? Think about it. The weightlessness, the lack of domain, the wake of sleep. Have you not felt it before? If you say not, you Américains sales are more ignorant than the world makes you out to be. Are you really so wrapped up in your own egos and your godawful pop culture that you don't feel your strings being pulled by the Puppet Master? Are you really so busy that you don't realize you're a marionette in the plan? He toys with you so simply, but you don't realize. With you, Ms. Clarkson, and with everybody else. It amazes me and makes me want to ask you, madame. Lorsque vous enlevez votre bandeau et ouvrez vos yeux? Kaiser shakes his head with a grin on his profile as he begins to pace again. His eyes fall to the mat, deep in thought. He turns and looks over at Kahlan, and brings the mic back to his lips.
Kaiser Chanson[/color]
You were there, Ms. Clarkson. When I warned Hayden. But I felt it necessary, I felt it essential that I have a moment with you too, no? See, The Puppet Master has plans for Hayden and his championships. To heal the wounds of misconception in his pathetic mind. But what I failed to mention then was that he has plans and strings for you, too. And your little friends, The Outcasts. And your former friends, The Legion. But Kahlan, you keep saying and proclaiming that you desire the championships. You're so outspoken. Si fort. And that does not make The Puppet Master very happy. He want me to tell you, anybody who wants the title wants a their play to be a tragedy. Do you know how Romeo and Juliet ended, madame? Ils sont morts. Et c'est une tragédie. I don't think that's the ending your story wants. The Puppet Master says, stay out of the way, live on with the play. And Ms. Clarkson...question everything.
Ask questions, madame.
Bien que seulement il a des réponses.
Kaiser smiles with a brimming confidence and drops the mic and lowers his heart, dropping to one knee in a seamless fluent motion. The sole spotlight turns off, and the entire stadium falls into darkness. For a moment, there is nothing, but the arena's normal lighting returns out of nothingness, as if the universe was recreated. Both Kahlan and Kaiser have vanished into thin air, and a cryptic silence falls upon the audience. Everything is deathly still for a long while. Finally, a shuddering voice breaks the silence.[/color]
Charlie Coors
The match between Kaiser Chanson and Kahlan Clarkson has been declared a no contest and will not continue...
EOT
Since Kahlan nor I posted and the deadline was tomorrow, I figured I could produce some nice story out of it instead. I did not have permission from Kahlan but since I did not harm her character at all I figured it wasn't needed. I'll remove this if a conflict arises.
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