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Unite, Engage, Ignite
Topic Started: Jan 24 2010, 04:57 PM (104 Views)
Chaolin Sahn
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[OOC: This roleplay references "Digging Up Graves Better Left Untouched", a past roleplay of mine. If you don’t recall what happens in that post, maybe you should skim through it before you read this one.]


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Somewhere in Tokyo, Japan.



“We bring you this day, the death of CWF. No new beginnings, no Genesis. It’s life knocked out before your eyes, left kneeling in front of the Cyndicate. The kings of chaos, the deities of destruction. With this fire, we are whole.”

We see the woman known simply as Dolores, flashing a heavy torch and slamming it into and igniting a large pile of lumber. Her red hair glistens, almost dancing in the heat and humidity of the bonfire. Around her are numbers apon numbers of graves, each labeled with the names of the deceased. Around the graves, of course, are the five members of the Cyndicate. King Nothing, Ryan Storm, Danny B, Anubis, Chaolin Sahn. They are not alone. With them is another, the unclaimed Demon of Death, the Blue Scorpion. Each of them looks on with a vicious sneer as the flame roars uncontrollably.

“The heroes come calling, then go crashing through to hell! Heretics! Ignorant fools looking to prevent the rise of a God!”

Dolores calls out again, almost chanting, as if God himself would come screaming back to her.

“They consider themselves as Insurgents, but they are just delaying the inevitable! They are no righteous ones, they are liars! Betrayers and backstabbers! Each and every one of them with their own secrets, their own head games that they play to each other and to the sick and faceless crowd! We are all sinners, this is no such thing as saints! The only ones who will find salvation, are the ones that give themselves to God!”

The manic screaming of Dolores is about as much to awake the dead.

“Just look at what that ungrateful bastard Elijah did to me! He abandoned me, at a time I needed him most! Is that what the hero does, Elijah? Is that the protagonists’ code? You might have your fans fooled, but not me. You read one mangled scripture and you have them eating out of your hands, but not me. I know you for the lying filth that you are.”

Chaolin Sahn steps up from the shadows, cloaked as always in his hooded robe. Soft locks of his black hair manage to escape it’s grip, sliding slightly down the brow of his face, concealing a clear look into his eyes.

“It is Elijah’s turn to go crashing, like a fallen star. Now, Dolores, tell them who you truly are.”

Dolores simply stares at Sahn, unsure how or if to respond to him.

“Tell them, Dolores, and you will not be undone. Tell them of your life, of Dolores Madison.”

“I am…Dolores Madison Sato. I was born in England, but moved to Tokyo after my father divorced my mother and ran off with some Japanese bimbo. I lived next to Paxton Juvenile Ward. When I was younger, my father told me the most important thing was to stay as far away from the place as I could. He wanted to warn me, he wanted to protect me. But it was all bullshit. Being around Paxton never brought me any hardship, it never brought me any trouble. In fact, with one lucky bounce of a ball, it brought me the love of my life.”

With each word, the fire behind Dolores spits and flickers, the heat coming off of it bordering on tremendous.

“That’s right. On that day, many years ago, I fell in love. Not with Elijah, but with the man standing before me, Chaolin Sahn. He showed me resourcefulness, he showed me relentlessness. But most importantly, he showed me ruthlessness. In this world, you cannot depend on others. You cannot believe in heroes to step up and save you from the pain. When you do that, you get betrayed. Just like Elijah, the so called champion of the people, betrayed me. Chaolin is the real hero of the CWF. You people are just blind, too narrow minded to see past your own filth and suffering. Now is the time to jump ship, get aboard before you face the march of flames. It’s hell, and it’s coming right for you.”

The fire spits up again, the heat radiating against the back of Dolores Madison.

“This Genesis, this supposed new beginning, it’s going to be more of the same. More misery, more suffering, and more delusional heroes spouting off their lies and propaganda. We’re all the same, looking out for ourselves and our next big opportunities. The only difference between the Cyndicate and the Insurgency, is that the Cyndicate admits it. We don’t hide behind our egos and our half-assed morals. We tell it like we see it, and we see it as it is. This Genesis, will be just like all the rest. A new flame ignited, a new blight to add to the CWF’s long storied history of failures.”

Sahn cuts off Dolores, taking center stage with the fire looming behind him.

“But it will be a new age of sorts, another page ripped as the federation convulses and contorts. Another chance for the Cyndicate, a fate of claiming and conquering the gold. Another opportunity for the Cyndicate’s plan to unfold. A storm takes on a clown, most would guess which would win. King Nothing takes the legless one, the woman who could not commit sin. The Demons turn towards tag team, where two old fools claim the fame. While I finally put an end to Elijah’s foolish claims. Then afterwards, the intentions are prime. The intention of the Gold, finally again becoming mine.”[/cplor]

Sahn stopped for a moment, only to let out a sly, maniacal chuckle.

“As commissioner, this is as good time as any. This match will be the first, of what will become many. You and I, Elijah, wrapped in ghoulish wire. Fighting to claim victory, surrounded by the fire. But as the stakes get higher, there is a catch. This barbs will surely leave something more then a scratch. We put our lives on the line, our very well being put to bet. Be wary, Elijah, your life is now in the hands of the Cyndicate.”

The rest of the Cyndicate steps forward, surrounded, consumed by the flame.

“You stand against the chaos, Elijah, you stand against control. You consider yourself righteous, but we consider you a fool. You consider me a demon, a fate consumed by hate. But my anger and anquish is not what makes me a villian, it is what makes me great. So take me as I am, with your sick and vicious grins. You call yourself a hero, but you continue to commit your sins. So take me as I am, heretic fools, and then be cast aside. Recite your holy scriptures, as if there is a truth to your lies. Call your delusionists to your side, line them up with their foolish pride. When destruction meets delusion, the divine destiny will not be denied.”

“We dawn on a new day, as we ignite true disorder. You’re walking into brutality and bloodshed, walking along it’s barbaric border. Barbed wire and wrestling moves, the truest and greatest combination. The Cyndicate against the Insurgency, the world’s truest abomination. With each step, we march closer to ruling this nation. Save your self the trouble, Elijah, spare yourself the frustration, before I deliver you to salvation.”

“This is the calm before the storm. The white flame is the hottest, and this is learning how to burn. This is my calling, this is going through the motions. Blood is thicker then water, but with pain they make a potion. This is desire, making it's great escape. This is you funeral, and you have shown up late. This is misery, marked with malcontent. These are letters from God, that he had never sent. This is the chance,
you never had the nerve to take. This is making it to heaven, and being locked outside the pearly gates. This is misplaced passion, this is sweet revenge. This is keeping your enemies, closer then you'd ever keep your friends. This is being Roman, and doing it like Rome. This is the 'I' in team, cause you're never on your own. This is a means to an end, a means to every part. Is it breaking character, to break a beating heart? Loose lips sink ships, and this is a large lady with lyrics loud, give up while you're ahead and make somebody proud. This is writing the right wrong, this is turning over a new leaf. This is torching your shirt while wearing your heart on my sleeve. This is what it is, Poetic Justice.”

“Here is your confidence, broken down to dirt. If I had a heart, then perhaps this wouldn’t hurt. I've disposed of it, it's an organ I don't need. You could stab me in the chest, I swear to God, I wouldn't bleed.
Lost in your grin is a hint of satisfaction. Of how well you played your game, your lies, and your acting. You played them the fool, lost in deeper conversation. Their drawings in delusion, and music in manipulation. Lost is control, earthquake knocked it from shelf. You can't be their saving grace, when you can't even save yourself. Here you are waiting, praying for divine intervention. To rescue you from love, a terrible invention. To escape for the traps that bind you. Get away from the gears that grind you. To be free at any cost is, the lost art of being lost.”

“Waiting for a miracle, to move these mountains of chaos and calamity. To wipe away the storm clouds so again you can see. Lost in the lashes of the wind, there’s calm, and there's collapse. Happiness is an illusion, that's not on any maps. Lost is time, the hourglass has shattered. Sand abandoned, as if it ever mattered. Whisked away with not even a whimper or a whelp, you can't be their saving grace when you can’t even save yourself. Destined for this darkness, deeper I will delve. Tell me, Elijah, how do you expect to save yourself?”


“That’s right, Chaolin.”

Cyndicate member King Nothing steps forward, shaking the hand of Sahn vigorously.

“But Elijah will not be the only reject meeting his untimely demise at this “new beginning.” Angel, you better wrap your knee up really well. Hide it from your Insurgent buddies, hide it from yourself, but you cannot hide it from the Cyndicate. We will find your weaknesses, we will find the blight upon your holy shells, and we will exploit them. We will ruin them, until there is nothing left of you but a destroyed heap of flesh laying motionless in a hospital bed. This is not about the Impact championship, this is about survival. This is about dominance. This is about showing you what me and the rest of the world already knows, if they’re ready to admit it or not. I am better then you. The Cyndicate is better then the Insurgency. Your feeble attempts to stop us are just that. You like talking about your science fiction, how about this for a quote. Resistance is futile.”

“And then, there is the Storm.”

Ryan Storm also steps up to make his speech before Genesis, the flame burning higher and higher with each passing second.

“King, you may be aspiring for championship gold, but so am I. One three count over Franklin Fredrickson. It’s all I need, and that’s exactly what I’m going to achieve. Then, I’m on the fast lane towards Dan Highlander, or whoever comes out on top of the gauntlet. Not that it matters, but does any on really expect Highlander not to win this at the end? Chris Xtreme is nothing to worry about. He’ll fail against Highlander, again and again, just like he failed for the Cyndicate while his pointless reign occurred with us. Street Shark hasn’t won since…has he ever won a match here? It’s time to hang the boots up, old man. Mr. Re is a joke, who preys on drunks to get his share of the violence. Reminds me of James Clark, another with countless failures. I even had the distain of calling him my tag partner once, but not anymore. Colton Mace? Another full of himself actor, stand in line behind Chris Andrews as another obnoxious asshole. Sorry Abigail, but I don’t think Rish will be handing you the title this time.”

“And for the Demons of Death…”

This time “The Demon Deity” Anubis steps up into the flame.

“We finalize the “Ripper’s Rules” tag team tournament. Danny set the teams up, me and the Scorpion knocked them down one by one. Rish tried to make his moves, but in the end, it doesn’t matter in the least bit. The two old jokers will meet the Demons, when the jokes finally come to an end. The Cyndicate’s plan has been explained in many words, but to us, it’s simple. It’s unite, engage, ignite. We are the strongest group we have ever been, the strongest group that history has ever seen. Ripper, Scorpion and I, aligned with the Cyndicate, Nothing, Storm, Sahn, and now, Dolores Madison. How could you not see us as a threat? How could the world not see us as something that has the power to rule it? To lead it back to salvation, purging the world of the weak and wounded. That is the Cyndicate’s plan. This new beginning, it’s simply the next step. Engage the enemy, ignite the world on fire.”

"Be ready Elijah, as the fires burn. The demise is ready, and this time it’s your turn.”

The fire is finally extinguished, as the camera pans out, until focusing in on a lone grave. It is very extravagant looking tombstone, with a very large cross carved into the stone of the memorial. Engraved onto the pillar are the words "Here lays Hotaka Sahn. Caring Husband, Loving Father, Compassiate Christian." and below that the date "July 27, 1989."

It is the grave of Chaolin Sahn’s father, or at least the man that chose to adopt him at a young age. The religious maniac, the farthest thing from a father that could be found in the annuls of history. It was a great fire that brought an end to Hotaka Sahn, a flame lit by Chaolin Sahn himself. The first step in the trampling and distorting plan of the Cyndicate, the action that set the whole world in motion. It led him to Paxton, it led him to little “Maddie”, the woman standing before him as Dolores Madison. Lives would be sacrificed, and lives would be taken away. All for the good of the Cyndicate’s plan.
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