Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to CWF Forums. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
A Rift in the Storm
Topic Started: Feb 7 2010, 11:52 PM (78 Views)
Chaolin Sahn
Member Avatar

Posted Image
Another Cyndicate bonfire.



It's been a while since we've seen the light, but it's standing right before us.

A new beginning came and past, another set of opportunities and obstacles set and triggered. Each title changed hands from one former holder to the next. A smarter, a brighter, a better challenger. Always there to knock down the one at the top. Always there, gunning for the king of the hill. Now there is a new king, and aptly named.

It's been a while since we've seen God, but he's standing right before us.

For the Cyndicate, it would be considered a victory. The Demons of Death fulfilled their destiny, achieving greatness through the invention of Ripper Rules. King Nothing would take down an Angel, as many more seem to be lining in the path of destruction. Ryan Storm overcame a failed comedian, who in turn failed at becoming a wrestler, on his way closer to paramount status. The Insurgence quickly turned into a simple annoyance. In fact, every member of the Cyndicate claimed a huge win that night, except for one. There was one encased in a barbed wire tomb. But not all battles are to be won. Not all fights can be fought victoriously. Sometimes you sacrifice the battle for the war. Sometimes you need persistence. The world is the Cyndicate's flame, ready to be lit. A fate approaches, as the rightful heir returns to take back his throne. What has past has past and will forever be in the annuls of history. The future, however, has yet to be written. Except in the Cyndicate's plan.

It's been a while since we've seen Chaolin Sahn, but he's standing right before us.

Yes, there was retribution. Yes, there was vengeance. But there is more, much more. You think you know chaos? The worst is yet to come.

So we see the "Tormented Soul", again engulfed in the bright light of the flame. The rest of the brethren sit around him. Even a sister has recently been brought into the fold. Another day brings another chance at rediscovery. Another night brings another fight, and to the winner goes the spoils. Kingdom come, and kingdom cast aside. In the world of wrestling, nothing is forever. In a perfect world, you'll see perfect things. Storybook endings, and fairytale characters. But this isn't a perfect world. This world is just a perfectly cruel joke. One minute, you're on top of the world. The next, you are fighting for your life, with the title at stake. Winning the World Heavyweight championship is one thing. Keeping it is another. That is something Chaolin Sahn has learned. That is something Cain has learned. That is something Jarvis King will learn soon enough, and most likely sooner then he would like to admit. In a world of change, chaos is the only constant.

"I've brought you here to discuss, the plan laid out in front of us."

"Isn't the bonfire routine getting old, Chaolin? Let's go to a bar, pick up some girls. What normal guys do."

Ryan Storm speaks out, seemingly out of turn. Dolores Madison, the Cyndicate's "Queen of the Damned" glares at him, sneering and furious.

"Bite your tongue, you fool."

"Silence, Dolores, it's a question that I will answer. The fire purges me of the pain, and rids us of their cancer. The heroes in this place are all the same. Their verbal filth and blight, their only claim to fame. Christen yourself an angel, and perhaps God will rush to your side? A priest, a bishop, or Christ, they've all lied."

"That's the thing, Chaolin. You're the only one trying to play villian here. Genesis, we all won. All of us but you. I'm starting to wonder why we still follow your poetic bullshit to begin with."

The rest of the Cyndicate simply stare at Ryan Storm, bewildered, confused, completely taken off guard.

"Ryan, do what's best for you. Shut the hell up."

King Nothing speaks out this time, the Impact championship laying flat against his shoulder. The flames reflect off the solid gold plates of the title belt, creating somewhat of an aura around the "Ultimate Opportunist".

"Or what exactly? I end up like Chris Xtreme? Or maybe Jarvis King? You know, little Jarvis hasn't been doing too bad since he decided to split from our merry group of brothers."

The sarcasm in Ryan's voice is clearly evident, as the rest of the group tries to quell the situation. Where there is chaos, there is no control.

Danny B is the next to try silencing the Storm.

"You are no Jarvis King, that's for sure. You know that, we know that. You're barely a James Clark."

Perhaps it wasn't the best choice of words, but Danny's comment sends Storm flying towards him in a fit of rage.

Ryan Storm gets over top of Danny, hitting him with punch after punch until Chaolin can pull the two Cyndicate members apart.

"Ryan, calm yourself, and calm your nerve. I have everything perfectly planned out, including Rish's grand swerve. Golden Intentions was intended as one path, but now Modern Warfare is another. I've reached out to you, I've called you my brother. The Cyndicate is a whole, undivided and unbroken. Have you listened to any of the words I have spoken?"

"I'm trying to, but all I'm hearing is jargon bullshit."

Dolores goes charging at Storm this time, but Chaolin Sahn steps in her way and pulls her off her feet, hoisting her into the air and away from Ryan Storm.

"Would you abandon your salvation, or continue to claw at it? Tell me, right here and now, Ryan Storm, would you like to leave the Cyndicate?"

"...No."

"Then just fucking chill!"

King Nothing gives Storm a swift push to the chest, so hard that Ryan falls backwards slightly.

"All I want is the Paramount championship. The rest is decoration."

"In due time, Ryan, In due time. One sun sets as the other one shines."

"And another person steps up calling themself an Angel. If anything is overdone, it's that."

"Not only an Angel, but a Bishop and a Priest. Talk about gimmick overload."

"His parents must have expected him to be the rebirth of Jesus Christ with that rediculous name."

"In the end he will burn with the rest of them."

"That is true, that is correct. Pain and suffering is all that he can expect. CWF is a new dawn for you, holy man, it's a new destiny to overcome. Another carcassed collapsed with the beat of our drums. Rish brings you in to right his ship, Rish brings you in to right his wrongs. But nothing can protect you from the Cyndicate's songs. Nothing can protect you from these fists flying in, bringing you closer to death then aware. A disciple of desolation, left brimming in the brink of despair."

"Call upon your God, holy man, have him run to your side. But when chaos comes to conclusion, it's best to hide. Search for a safe passage, find yourself a calm place. A seat to sit down, and stare the devil in his face. You preach your words, your lies and contradictions. Violence is my vice, my one and only addiction. Chrush the head of the Cyndicate? You can make empty threats, tell your empty lies. Just don't let your clouded judgement take you by surprise."

"Call upon your President, as he promises you false glory. I've told you once before, this is no fairy tale story. In this one, chaos always wins. You can banish yourself from hope, bar yourself from sin. Alignments and allegiance, it comes down to only us. Moral fibers beaten thin, and thrown under a bus. This evil empire is your future, holy man, the flame of fate was ignited. Sit back, watch it burn, and be delighted.

"Call upon your choir, to sing you songs of holy righteousness. This fight will not bring you desire, only distress. Call upon your skills, and whatever they bring to you. Listen to my warnings, heed them as they are true. Step into the ring Tuesday, and you are stepping into your demise. The first rung of the ladder, back to the holy prize."



It's been a while since we've seen the true champion, but he's standing right before us.
Posted Image

The Tormented Soul. The Enforcer. The Second Shadow of the Son.
CWF Hall of Famer. Chaolin Sahn.
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
DealsFor.me - The best sales, coupons, and discounts for you
« Previous Topic · RP Board Archives · Next Topic »
Add Reply