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Oh no it's a VAMPIE!
, RP #1
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.”
“Destiny, it’s something that has often been thought about amongst the men and women of life. Traveling from day to day in hopes of defining what their one true path means to the enlightenment of self. Discovering those destinies, only to discover more in which they travel upon, ultimately to reach their ultimate goal. One of the few things humans and I can agree on. Destiny is not something is impure or can be changed simply because we think we seek something more, you are destined to become what you are. It’s imminent and in reality it’s crucial. An elongated sense of perpetualism that exists because of your own doctrine, you become somewhat of a void, something that only cryptically can define a sense of that belief. You in essence become hopeless.
Some seek to prove the inevitable truth incorrect. I was once one of those individuals who believed that we could change what it is we were destined to become. I was someone who believed I could turn around the fate that was hand-picked for me and in turn decide my own reality; it is what had me killed the first time. That firm belief that I could change what life had given me as a human being. Of course I was given a second chance I was made into something more, I became a being that many are taught to feat, that many belief simply hides in the shadows because of mythical legends and lies spread throughout the world, some think it is a hopeless intent of mine to try and change the impotent minds of those who are humans these days. In reality perhaps that is true, but in the positive state I don’t really wish to change their minds for if it happens, then it will happen because it was destined to, not because I think that I can change it in any sense of the word.
To some Destiny means nothing more than a goal you’ve set in mind for yourself, for me it is something that is already written and being simply played out act by act. Almost as if this is a tragic play that is going on and on again until finally someone managed to get the last scene acted out correctly. I am not the conductor or the playwright. I am merely the being who is starring in the lead role, and those who are placed within my story play their roles well, but terminally all our roles will end the same, as will mine. Do I believe it will happen soon? No I do not, but this is just the foreshadowing of what is to come, I have this feeling deep within the void of myself that something strange will soon occur. I feel as if part of myself is lost within a dark shadow, something that is unknown to me, but genuinely why would this be a surprise?
My play is not even written by me. I am merely figuring out the next scene in which must be acted the same way that you are. I am merely a game in which another pawn is played. To me understanding the inevitable future, is merely simply a reaction in place of a knowingness. I am nothing more than what I claim to be. I am myself and none of that can change. In truth the only limits I can go to are those with which I myself have defined. The rest is up to those who are above me. The proper order of being, I am simply playing the part.
For whatever may come, the insinuation is clear. I am ready for this foreshadowed event. Perhaps we all shall be.
A monetary glance took place as he managed to turn his gaze. Going into the amphitheater it would seem like a treat for most who could be fooled by the illusion that was about to take place. Andrei was never one to be against those who practiced Magic, in fact if it were not for magic he wouldn’t feel the way that he did now. He would not be back here with his family in place of dying the minute that crucifixion took place or perhaps the minute Devlin had slid that steel rod into his side. Those magic things wouldn’t have transformed him into his new body. He would still be scarred and reluctantly had never been able to have a son. The truth of it all remained in this. Everything that had happened to him magical or otherwise was part of that destiny in which he had no control over. This however, was not that time.
As he grazed past a few individuals who had forgotten their snacks and treats from the concessions Andrei would snarl his nose making his way past them moving some others out of his way as he did so making sure to ignore the sounds escaping them, and imminently the sound of Brittney behind him apologizing for his rudeness. He didn’t quite think it was all that rude when they were standing in his way, in the middle of the hall for that matter, there were plenty of seats to set in if you are wanting to chatter with your best mate. Andrei simply hadn’t the time for it. He could hear the pulsation of her heeled feet clicking along behind him as she moved grabbing hold of his elbow and finally tugging on his arm, not that it could’ve stopped him if he didn’t want it too, he still managed to slow his pace, and glance down at her, those eyes of his a dismal gold at this point.
Brittney: “Geez, you’re awfully moody tonight, what in the hell is your problem?”
Andrei was still glancing down at her as he slowed his pace to a halt, standing there for a moment as people brushed by, one of them even coming close to knocking her down. As she stumbled into him he caught her wrapping her in his arms and lifting her back to a standing position.
Andrei: “That is my problem.”
He said now removing his arms as if he were about to head in the direction the other man was going, Brittney grabbed hold of that hunger green sweater he was wearing with those khaki pants and brown leather Tempea shoes. They were custom made to fit him. She walked up beside him again, squeezing in between the seat where someone else was sitting already and Andrei. Brittney looked over apologizing again before pushing him a little more back to the central aisle.
Brittney: “Okay look, I get that you don’t like people, but this isn’t for you or me, it’s for Gavvie. Now, you do understand as representatives of your company, we can’t just go beating the shit out of whoever accidentally bumps into me in a crowded place don’t you? I mean really haven’t we had enough violence recently? I mean aren’t you the one that let our son get into a fight and stood there and did absolutely nothing?”
Andrei rolled his eyes shrugging her arms away as he continued down the aisle towards their seats, the red carpeting hitting along his feet, Brittney moved along behind him continuing to apologize to those that he bumped into before he meagerly turned around and did so again on his reproach to stand in front of. Almost causing a woman to say something to him, as she looked up at him before turning her head back in another direction once seeing just how large Andrei actually was.
Andrei: “Do you earnestly want to bring up this subject here, Brittney? In front of all these people? I thought we were past this discussion already? Why do you choose to use it against me in a situation such as this? Would you have rather me make Gavrin feel like a weakling and that he is always going to need his father to protect him or would you rather me let him grow up like you? Pretending the world is some fairy tale until Mommy goes away and father can’t work anymore so you have to do all the work to make ends meet and have the entire world on your shoulder. He will not get that kind of love from me.”
He simply turned around now shaking his head, and she stood there stunned for a moment. As Andrei continued to knock people out of the way, finally finding their seats near the front of the theater. The venue had been Gavrin’s idea in actuality like Brittney had said, he’d wanted to see what a magic show was like, after all he was merely a child, he’d gone to get his own snacks at the counter while they’d gone ahead to sit down.
As Andrei took his place in his seat, Brittney managed to sit two over from him. Crossing her arms and legs she had somewhat of a pouty expression on her face, but her eyes held anger behind them. She was now obviously not in the best of moods.
Brittney: “Fine have it your way, be eternally miserable for all of eternity, see if I give a rat’s ass. You can try and justify it all that you want, but letting our son get into a fight was something you knew I wouldn’t be acceptable of. Andrei he’s not even half a year old yet and you already have him out swinging at punching bags. He hasn’t even had the opportunity to be a child yet, and you claim you don’t want him to grow up like me, well news flash darling he doesn’t need to grow up like you either. Hateful to everything that isn’t like you.”
Andrei didn’t let his anger overcome like most would’ve in the situation, but he was beginning to act more like the married being he was, or rather they were beginning to act like the married couple.
Andrei: “I could understand your feelings towards what happened between Gavrin and the other gentleman. I could even understand you and him doing this activity together but you know how I feel about this. Magic and Illusion are two completely different things. You’re going to compel me to watch some stupid imbecile who is basically making a fool of all of you by calling himself a worker of magic and then you’re going to have your “oohs” and “ahhs” even when you know the entire thing is a scam. How do you expect me to enjoy stupidity, and even more so watching these people pay money to be shown how unintelligent they truly are, it makes no sense, and yet here I am being made one of those fools, because you insisted as such.”
Brittney let out a scoff now turning towards him, those honey colored eyes gleaming like a bumblebee ready to sting. The all black dress she wore helping to highlight those eyes even more, granted Andrei stared more so at the strapless fabric made of a parchment pattern than he did listening to what she had to say in the process. Perhaps reveling in those long and glorious tanned legs as well that seemed to glow with the lights from above in the amphitheater.
Brittney: “Haven’t you ever heard of the word, F U N?! We all know it’s a scam, but that’s the point. To enjoy watching the illusion, no one gets upset about it being called magic because we know it isn’t real. I mean really Andrei for god sake let Gavrin be a kid. He’s not a man yet so stop treating him like one, just because your childhood sucked ass doesn’t mean everyone’s has to. That’s the real issue isn’t it? You didn’t get to enjoy this like the rest of us as a human being, so instead you’d rather enjoy it as a hoarding old beast, waiting to unleash his teeth and drink?”
Andrei almost looked in disbelief after she had said this; the hardened expressions that usually shadowed his face were now shown. He looked more human than ever and she noticed it. She was right, in a way, he did hate at times not having been a human for longer and that choice not being made for him, but in that moment more than anything what reminded him the most of why he hated humans was the fact that she felt herself superior to him. He could see it in the way she was speaking right now. Because she was human she knew how to enjoy this activity, because she was human she knew what was right.
Andrei: “You’re right, Brittney. My love, you are correct. Is that what you would like to hear? Is that what would make you feel better and excuse me from this place? I am nothing but wrong in every decision I’ve ever made, I’m imperfect while you stupid creatures sit here and pay money to see some phony when I could’ve gotten you a real magician who could actually do something to help you. Like give you a healing ailment when you’ve come back from the dead just to hold your family once again, and look into your lovers eyes.”
He would shake his head.
Andrei: “Oh no it’s a vampie! Run for your lives. That is all they see when they look at me and yet you can sit here and claim they’re working some kind of sorcery? You can pay this man to literally belittle you, when I can simply do so for free? This isn’t magic, it’s a joke, and I am vampire. I wasn’t a human being for as long as you but even when I was I guarantee you I had three times the hardship any of these people have, but the opinion of me never changes does it? I am never taken seriously. I will never be anything more than a joke to all of them either, but I thought I was more than that to you.”
He glanced up now a tear settling in on his cheek, one he hadn’t realized was there, until it managed to drip off of his face. He stood leaping the row of chairs in front of him before landing on the red carpeted floor.
Andrei: “Enjoy your show. I’ll see you back at the hotel room.”
He managed to walk clear up the way, until he found his way back into the lobby. He hadn’t heard her footsteps fall in behind him, and regardless if he did, he was done talking. It was rare for him to experience human emotion and when he did it wasn’t something he enjoyed.
“I guess that is the reason I keep my thoughts hidden inside, perhaps it is better that way, was it wrong of me to argue over something so foolish? Perhaps not, perhaps I should let them have their fun, and sit there and pretend to enjoy it like the rest of them do, perhaps I should just pretend that it is something that interests me, much like I have to when I envision some of my opponents. Sometimes I can’t even begin to envision what it is they are and where it is they have come from. What hardships they have faced, but why should I care? They’ve never given as she poignantly put it a “rat’s ass” so why should I? I am supposed to care for them, when they are nothing more than a race that tries to belittle everything that isn’t the same as it?
I am tired of having to pretend like respect can exist for each and every one of them, I am tired of pretending like I should have to show manners to them, when clearly it doesn’t matter what they say towards me or my kind, because they are superior. They can practice humility if they choose to, so that makes them something great. They can offer an alternative perspective and have fun and enjoy their emotions, how wonderful for them. A set of beings so impure and born into nothingness, and yet they are supposed to be what is identified as the greatest of all kinds? . . My ass.”
As the thoughts past through his head Andrei made his way from the lobby. Assuring himself that Gavrin would find his mother the night air would bask upon him with its ambiance. He would look to the stars and close his eyes another tear falling from his face. Why was he made this way when it seemed like it was so wrong and yet he had done everything in his power to change it. Perhaps you just couldn’t change reality. How was he meant to be this gracious being when truthfully they couldn’t even offer him the respect he required? If he was meant to offer it in every single place why couldn’t they do the same thing? Why was it okay for them to do whatever it is they wanted, when it wasn’t okay for him? Like everything he did was simply wrong, then why did it seem that all was going right?
The night helped bring even cooler moisture to his face, glancing off in the distance he could see the Coinsbrough Castle lit up in the night. He began to walk towards it before he would head back to the Danum Hotel that they were staying in. Truthfully, the last time he had shed a tear he remembered that it was hanging from that cross while Sabra crucified him for everything he’d done, and even while it was not himself who had done all this dishonorable things, he had paid for them, that was supposed to be it, he was supposed to have paid his debts and yet now he had Brittney throwing this in his face as well. It might’ve not hurt so much had it come from someone else, but it was the truth after all. He was a vampire, he wasn’t human and he never would be. Perhaps many believed he was and was simply playing a role and he would laugh in their face, but deep down, it did hurt to wonder what they life would be like, because he’d never had the choice. He’d done so many horrible things to others before finding his way out of the darkness, and now they still didn’t consider him worthy of being one of them.
“That is why I hate them.”
The thought played over in his mind as it rustled around, bit by bit, it tantalized him. It was true. All along the quest to find what the true hatred beneath all of this golden skin and beautiful body, there was a hurt being inside of there, one that hadn’t been accepted by them. That was the deranged feeling of most serial killers after all. Not being accepted, so they had to kill the one that didn’t approve, and store them away so that others who didn’t approve wouldn’t have the opportunity to know that truth, but no one ever thought of the serial killer as the victim did they? Just like no one would ever think of the vampire as the victim. In truth all of his battles taught them nothing, He had shown them why he was better than them and yet it was if it didn’t matter, because he didn’t have what they had, and that was a soul. At least what they thought of as a soul. The human spirit was nothing more than circulating blood, bones, and tissues, along with brains that still understood some complex issues.
Andrei hadn’t realized how far he’d walked while his brain was introverted flipping through his thoughts and with the outskirts of Doncaster fading into the distance behind him, the hours had slipped away, he found a place to rest, sitting on his bottom he would glance up into the night sky and remember what it was that made him feel like this. This pain was existent, when his mother hadn’t wanted him and tossed him out onto the street. He could visually see himself falling over and just lying in the grass for hours, wondering what it was he would do. The orphanage wouldn’t have been much help; he’d still be made to do the same things he had to do in the floors of that house of whores.
“Perhaps that was all I am. Perhaps I was meant to be nothing more than what it is they wanted me to be. Maybe in the end it’s true, that they do have all the control. I don’t want to believe that, but I have to believe that somewhere in those stars, someone understands why it is I feel this way. Perhaps the magician did work magic, because all I can ponder. . . is an ending.”
The stars seemed to dance in the sky, and twinkle on and off, even they knew how to have fun. He didn’t seem to understand the meaning of the word apparently. He wouldn’t ever know what fun was except for when he was in the wrestling ring, that was the only time he ever felt the most extreme joy. With Brittney it was more than fun it was love, but when it came to something he strictly did for himself. Battle was it.
Now hearing the rush of the river behind him, Andrei rolled up to his feet as he kicked off those dress shoes he went took off all of his clothing as well, letting mother nature once again experience his nude frame as he ran forward leaping over a fourth of the River Don, and diving into it’d depths. He knew there were rapids in some places and a waterfall at certain views as well, but he didn’t much care he could very well keep up with the current as he floated in the water and looked up into the night sky. His eyes danced in the moonlight. The moon was actually very harmful towards vampires it lured them in and somewhat took control of them, especially when aligned in certain proportions with other planets. It had been some time since Andrei had been put in a trance by its beauty.
“Maybe I should just give in. Maybe I should just be what it is I claim to be. No more wearing a mask, no more Mr. Nice Vampire. Maybe I should go back to just hating every single being who crosses my path. Maybe she would love me again and maybe not. Maybe then I wouldn’t even care if she did. I wouldn’t be hurt then. I would simply be a champion and that was it.”
Yet that would be impossible, because he knew he had Gavrin, and yet he didn’t much mind the fact at this point in time, the moon already had its grasp on him as he splashed about in the water.
“I am a vampire.”
Andrei grinned now thinking that to himself as he floated on the water’s surface.
Andrei: “Oh yes, I am.”
He glided across the water’s top letting the coolness touch all parts of his golden skin. It was about time he was himself again. Rising from the water, he walked over to his pants that were laying out, he grabbed hold of his phone and he began to play the video, there in his nude form (thankfully for most men half-torso and up) he gave a smile.
Andrei: “I’ve had a revelation, UWF. One in which I hope you are ready for. I am tired of having to face these people that are here before me. There is only one person I have on my mind and it’s certainly not you Marcus Moretti. There is one individual who is a threat to me and he knows exactly who he is. Does that mean I am worried? No it doesn’t.”
Andrei let himself laugh out.
Andrei: “I am the Universal Champion what exactly do I have to be worried about? Regardless Marcus, you are the one I am facing this week. You are the one that it is required of me to beat, and you can thank my wife for your ass whipping later. I personally do not even mind saying these words anymore, no use in me being a proper being, that isn’t what you’d expect from me is it?”
There was a quicksilver stream coming from Andrei’s eyes, they were glowing silver, like the moon was empowering him. His body an eery blue from the night’s vision. The moon almost seemed as if it had him drunk.
Andrei: “I refuse to be anyone’s lap dog anymore, I refuse to let myself stand back and be made to look like someone who is not a fighting champion, but I also refuse to let anything you say to me be a bother, I am going to show you exactly why it is I am who I am and there isn’t a thing you or anyone else can do to tell me otherwise. I will ultimately dominate the match that you and I are going to partake in and then I will get on with my real challenge, and considering I will not hear from you again until the night the battle shall begin, because we all know that is when you choose to show yourself. Note this. I will not let anyone deter me from doing what I want to do any longer. You think you’ve seen Andrei at his angriest. You’ve seen nothing yet, but I assure you, you’re going to if that’s what it takes to make this championship what it needs to be. You all think I am unable of making it the greatest title reign the UWF has seen in all of its years, and I assure you, that without a single doubt in my mind, You are wrong.”
He would laugh again.
Andrei: “Be ready for me Marcus. I’m hungry.”
Laughing again he shut the phone off as he stood there, looking out to the road that wasn’t too far ahead he heard a car horn honk as a woman’s shirt flew from her side of the car over towards him, Andrei grinned before walking out to the center of the road and grabbing hold of it. He knew that he would not be like this the next day, so why not have fun with it while he could. After all, this is what he was, isn’t it?
TO BE CONTINUED
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