Post by The Great Ali on Oct 25, 2011 21:32:31 GMT -5
Part I:
-|--- Don’t Take Away My Peace ---|-
*** Relaxation in the form of an Arrow ***
Faster than your eye can follow, it sped toward its wooden target. Ripping through the air you breath, its jagged tip whistled. Within a second, it crashed, directly into the center of the round, ring directed target. All eyes directed to the feathery end of the arrow and, although some hid it better than others, everyone who witnessed this fine display of archery played impressed faces.
As the wind gently tugged on the branches of a near by apple tree, The Great Ali reached behind his almighty head(where his almighty brain resided) and pulled forth another arrow. With haste he lined up his shot, took a second to calculate, another to aim, and then fired. The arrow again whistled through the air and onto the target, roughly thirty feet away. The second arrow landed an inch, maybe two, away from the first.
This place of relaxation, this archery field that The Great Ali was using as an escape from the many frustrations and incontinences was the backyard of one of his most loyal henchmen. Minnesota was not the place that you would suspect to find one of Ali’s loyal henchmen, but you would be foolish. The Great Ali, as any great mind would, had servants shipped to various locations across the United States moments after he resigned his IWS contract. It was something he did every time he was contractually committed to working in this horrible country, an insurance policy incase something, anything went wrong.
No, nothing had went wrong. But The Great Ali, with age, had lost the ability to tolerate the tomfoolery and nonsensical bullshit that being a professional wrestler came packaged with. He needed time away from the ring, away from wrestlers, away from anything and everything that reminded him of said nonsense. Archery, one of the many skills The Great One had mastered many years ago, was an escape from it. There was something about it that just took his mind off of the foolishness. The concentration, maybe. Or the elegant sound of an arrow flying through the air.
Despite holding a weapon, The Great Ali still had his protection. By the backdoor to the two story home that shadowed a small portion of the backyard stood two henchmen. One stood on either side of the doorway, guarding it with a nonchalant expression and kendo sticks over their shoulders. A few feet away from The Great Ali and his mighty bow, standing in the grass in a circle, chit chatting in their Indian lingo were four more henchmen, two with kendo sticks, one with a blunt object and another with taped fist, so that everyone who underestimated him for not carrying a weapon knew he could throw down -- or at least thought that he could throw down.
They were quiet. Almost whispering. The birds, not so much. They chirped and chirped, refusing to quiet down so that The Great One could concentrate. Chirps came from far and wide. As close by as the apple tree standing erect a few feet from the three round targets to as far away as the mountains behind the bushes and the tall wooden fences and the rest of the small Minnesota town surrounding it. It didn’t bother him. The beautiful blue sky that met with that mountain calmed him. The fierce sun that lit up his target and his world relaxed him. The gentle breeze on his bare back, against the scars he willingly placed onto his body by diving onto another man, into a wire of barbed string, made for a peaceful world where the only thing that truly mattered was the bow, his line of sight, and the motionless, yet easily missable target below.
Something did bother him though.
As The Great Ali’s war battered arm reach up and for another arrow, the backdoor to his loyal henchman’s home opened and a man quickly rushed out. Another henchmen. With a frantic sort of worry written all over his face, the boy crushed leaf blade after leaf blade in his sprint across the yard and to Ali. The calmness was interrupted by his accented, faulty English.
-|--- Henchman Doorguard ---|-
“Great Ali, master, we… we have problem. Problem at door master. Big problem.”
The Great Ali stood in place, arrow in place but bow held down, his head leaned toward the boy but his eyes into the distance. What little hair the Great One had left, strings, blew in the wind with the tail of his white turban.
A problem.
The Great Ali’s beady eyes darted back at the boy and he turned his stance. The henchman cowered in his masters defiant stare, the sun eclipsing the front of his torso and face.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“A problem?”
The cowardly henchman nodded promptly, the gleam of worry shining in his eyes. The Great Ali cancelled the shot he had calculated and planned, the muscles in his forearms slowly releasing pressure on the string.
-|--- Henchman Doorguard ---|-
“Ya-- yes master. At the door. Man with video box and small girl with voice enhancer.”
The Great Ali comprehended this incoherent information immediately. A strong glare sucked up his face and he roared.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“The Great Ali demands to know how they found this place! Who is the traitor!?”
The small boy had little time to respond to his master. The Great Ali shoved him out of his way and hurried toward the door being guarded by two muscular henchmen -- but before he could reach it the small woman, dressed as professionally as a IWS employee would be expected to dress, popped from out of the dark living quarters and onto the grassy field. Behind her, a overweight camera man wearing a tacky black IWS t-shirt an cap.
Displeasure and disgust was melting down The Great Ali’s face. Hatred and malice glowed in his eyes. The realization that relaxation and comfort were taken from him made him angry.
The woman, short, thin, unattractive, marched toward Ali with a microphone in her hand. Her dress, one that she clearly bought at a mall promoting low prices on discounted goods, was blue and slightly loose on her tiny frame. She had clearly rushed over her as soon as the information on Ali’s location was leaked, as her short blond hair was in a mess and only tended to briefly.
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“Greetings!”
She offered a handshake that was rejected. An unnerved look replaced the goofy smile on her face for only a moment before her cheery voice continued.
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“Sylvannah Silcox, protégée interviewer under the tutorage of Kandi Apple with additional training and on the job preparation, technique and --”
Before her tongue could move to make another sound, before her lips could open to release another word, the bow dropped, The Great Ali quickly sweep behind her and locked her head up in a tight lock with his arms. She grunted as his arms choked her and her face went on a rollercoaster of expressions, ranging from shock to fright.
The overweight camera man, taken aback by this, backed away and in the process fell over. Two henchmen walked behind him and dragged him away from Ali and his associate.
Teeth grinded, The Great Ali spoke into her ear as she quivered in his arms.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“The Great Ali DEMANDS that you speak the name of the poor soul who informed you of this address. Speak. NOW.”
Her lips shook and her face flushed with red as she began to mutter a response.
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“Please, let me go and I’ll --”
The Great Ali applied pressure and she whined but comprehended that as a “no.”
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“Your manager. Electra. She gave the address to Kandi and Kandi gave it to me, said that it’d be a great opportunity because nobody has heard from you in days.”
A look of shook grew on Ali’s face. He shoved Sylvannah away. She collapsed onto the grass and rubbed her neck, eyes closed trying to make the pain disappear. It didn’t. The roar of Ali’s voice made her look back up at her attacker.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“You nauseating creature, you claim that The Great Ali’s own princess and most loyal friend has committed such a traitorous act? The Great Ali does not believe this foolishness. American’s lie. An American gave you my address, admit it!”
Her head shook. Her blond hair covered some of the fear on her face.
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“No! Here, look!”
Slowly, Sylvannah stood up and briefly dusted herself off. With caution, The Great Ali watched as she reach into her dress, under her bra. A note. Once out of her undergarments, she unfolded it and reach it out to him. He shot her a suspicious glare before taking it.
He read it. He read traitorous word after traitorous word. On the note, in hand writing as familiar as the beautiful princess herself, was Ali’s address. Like steam building, Ali’s anger arose until he eventually crushed the note in his hand and tossed it aside.
After littering, he rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger, hiding his eyes with a hung head. The sun poured on him but it might as well have been rain, because like a James King promo, the mood was down in Ali’s world.
The witches voice returned.
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“May we continue? It will only take a moment.”
Persistent whore.
She fixed herself up. Tried to calm down the blush in her face from her fall and the attack. But it was for nothing.
Ali’s head raised and he quickly turned it toward the henchmen by his right.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Get this American filth out of Ali’s sight.”
Fear returned to the girls face as henchmen approached her. She screamed and tried to deny her face but they grabbed her and began escorting her away from Ali. Ali turned toward the blue sky, setting sun and archery field. It was over.
Wasn’t it?
-|--- Sylvannah Silcox ---|-
“Ali! Ali! Is this hostility a result of the recent promotional videos revealing that YOUR princess is sleeping with the enemy?”
The Great Ali’s eyes lifted. The wicked frown on his face seemed to intensify in pure unhappiness. He had saw the video. He had knew about Electra’s actions, the very reason he had no reach out to her or Mufasa in over a week. But hearing it shouted to the world in such a manner was no acceptable.
He turned around and began following the henchmen.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Actually… take her inside. Lock the doors and close the windows.”
The Great Ali took a kendo stick from a henchman he passed and followed the group inside, the sound of screams from Sylvannah as she desperately tried to pled her way out of this mess.
Scene faded.
Part II:
-|--- Behold the Monster that I have Created ---|-
*** Witness him Snort and Stomp. Fear him as your End Approaches. ***
Every room fumed with the mouth watering scent of Ali’s grandest cooks latest creation. The sizzling sound as it cooked hummed from the kitchen, as well as the out of tune singing of an Indian folk song by a soft female voice. She did not seem too concerned with interrupting the happenings in the living quarters of this small house in the hills of Minnesota.
The ruler of this palace and the one true key to the future of the IWS, The Great Ali, sat in the center of the bare floor, Indian style. The TV in front of him played more footage of the many promotional videos released by the vastly uninteresting and mostly unthreatening opponents he’d face in just a few days for the vacated Barbarian title. Around him, equipped with kendo sticks, stood several henchmen, alert and ready to defend their master at any time.
This small home, like the last one that The Great Ali momentarily called home, was a home for one of his loyal follower. This girl, unlike the man who owned his last hide out, was not a henchmen or even Indian. She was simply a life long fan of Ali and all the masterful displays of excellence he has shown inside the squared circle over the last many years.
The Great Ali laughed at the incoherent nonsense in one of the promotional videos and that was when the door knocked. Ali’s head turned and the henchmen gathered around the door. One checked through the peephole and then turned back to his master.
-|--- Henchman door guard ---|-
“It’s them, master.”
The Great Ali reach up and turned off his small television set. He stood up and turned toward the door, chest pushed out and eyes of focused intensity aimed forward.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Let them in and remember what The Great Ali told you.”
The henchman nodded and began removing the many door locks. He twisted knobs, unloosened chains and pulled back hatches until nothing kept the door locked. Pulling it open, the mammoth of a man, The Great Mufasa, stood outside, with the cold night on his bare back. Behind him, with arms wrapped around herself, Electra King.
Mufasa stepped inside and The Great Ali stepped forward to greet him with a handshake. Meanwhile, as Electra was about to step inside, two henchmen stepped outside, in front of her, forced her back, and another shut the door once all three of them were outside.
Mufasa looked back, curious where his sister had went. He looked down at Ali with a bewildered look, but Ali simply led his beast of a pupil deeper into the living quarters.
The two Indian greats took seats in front of one another in the corner of the room, a table with a bowl of fruit and a vanilla folder on it between them. Mufasa was quickly further distracted from the alarming reality that his sister wasn’t allowed inside by the home owner and cook. A small woman, white, American, with two places. She placed them on either side of the table, one near Ali and one near Mufasa. Each plate had the same amount of food, despite the evident size difference between the two men.
Chicken, peas, mashed potatoes, curry, and other delinquencies covered the plates. Ali wasted no time picking up a chicken leg and biting a huge chunk of meat from the bone. Mufasa, alert in face, mimicked with an even bigger bite.
Clocks ticked.
As time passed, Mufasa looked around. For signs of his sisters whereabouts. He saw nothing but stationary henchmen and shadow covered furniture.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Mufasa…”
Mufasa’s worrying mind shut down and he looked down at Ali. After he wiped his mouth of chicken grease, he spoke further.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Do you want to be a champion, Mufasa?”
As Mufasa chewed his chicken, he nodded a slow yes.
Ali looked up at his student.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Do you want to be great, like your master? Like Ali? Do you want your nation to know your name, to know your legacy? Do you want what I have, Mufasa?”
Again, the giant nodded.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“Good.”
The Great Ali looked down at his place and picked a pea with his fork. Mufasa looked on, slightly confused, still trying to put meaning to some of these English words.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“The Great Ali in no way desires to be the Barbarian Champion of the IWS. The Great Ali has one focus. One goal. One reason for being back in this filth country. To make The Great Mufasa into everything that The Great Ali was…”
The Great Ali looked up.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“And more.”
Mufasa’s eyes widened ten or so seconds later, when his mind comprehended this. The weight of expectation gathered on his shoulders as he looked at Ali in shock.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“That championship and all the honor that goes along with it will be yours, Mufasa. Your master will assure this. All you have to do is be the fierce creature that everyone in our nation knows you can be. These combatants who yammer on the cameras about you and me, Indian Greatness… they are nobodies, insects to be stomped by the greatness of our feet. None of them deserve to be in the same ring as us, Mufasa. None of them are comparable to us. Yet they will try. They will attack us, try to humiliate us further. And they will fail. They speak loudly but what they don’t realize, yet, is that The Great Ali has brought change in every aspect of the IWS.
No longer will you be just another opponent, Mufasa. Your name is rising in the ranks and even the top men in the company look at you with fearful eyes, fear of the potential they see inside you. The same potential that Ali will unlock and unleash upon them, starting at Hallowicked.
Your master needs not to tell you their names. What they do or what they are good at. The Great Ali only needs to tell you this. Greatness is a long journey. And this is your first step. Leave behind you the humiliation that you’ve carried for so long and TAKE WHAT YOU DESERVE. GREATNESS.”
The eyes of a few henchmen darted over at the Ali’s raised voice. They quickly began watching again. Mufasa nodded many seconds later. He understood. Ali grinned at this and took another bite of chicken.
And that’s when the ruckus began.
The sound of hits and kicks could be heard outside, along with the sound of a body crashing against the wooden building. Whatnots dropped to the floor and shattered.
-|--- Distant voice ---|-
“LET ME GO!”
Another crash.
The door quickly opened and Electra King stepped back in, furious face and fists clinched, ready to take down any henchmen that approached her.
They surrounded her and Ali quickly stood. He wiped his mouth and pointed at her.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“The Great Ali banished you from his sight, embarrassment! Why have you returned here?!”
-|--- Electra King ---|-
“What is this about, master?! Why have you had your men keep me out?!”
The Great Ali approached quickly and stopped when he was right in front of her. Eye to eye.
-|--- The Great Ali ---|-
“The Great Ali needs not explain anything! Your actions have spoke nothing but embarrassment for me and your own brother! Humiliation such as this will not be tolerated and you are not to approach Ali for the foreseeable future!”
She glared but quickly remembered who it was she was talking to. Ali looked at his henchman.
-|--- The Great Ali---|-
“Get her out of here. The Great Ali commands it.”
The henchmen grabbed Electra’s arms and began leading her out, but were suddenly stopped.
A giant hand wrapped around the nearest turban he could reach. Inside that turban, an henchman’s head. With incredible strength, Mufasa flung the henchmen with one arm across the room. He crashed into the small table he had just left, knocking it over and leaving it over top of him.
Another henchman was chopped in the head. A third is also chopped in the head. The final henchmen ran away.
Anger in his eyes, Mufasa turned to where Ali stood. The two locked eyes. Electra, hidden behind her brother, watched on with a fearful look. Both were furious with one another. But just as the henchmen were picking themselves back up, and the scene was closing, Ali smirked.
Dominance.
-|--- The End ---|-
