Post by Mr. C on May 18, 2009 18:47:35 GMT -5
XVI. – I.
“It’s coming…”
Wailing and howling, the winds blew through the world of Midgaard, a bull’s run through this limb of Yggdrasil. Above, the skies were blackened, covered in dark storm clouds and below the oceans tossed and turned, rumbling viciously. Snow pelted the tumbling waves, hitting and sticking on top of the gale. Rolling along with the tides large, cracking ice caps flowed. Giant shards of glacier that stuck up like rows of teeth in the sea’s maw. The gull, ever the sign of hope for Brett Cross in his hundreds of sea adventures, was how Brett Cross knew when he was coming to land. He was “The Norse Hammer’s” companion on the seas; the bright beacon for him flew over the waves, cutting through the strikingly strong winds with failing ease. He flapped his wings and called, before turning his path to avoid a large glacier and as he did, the wind picked up once more and toppled the bird over, sending him down in the maw of the water-beast, gobbled up by the dark abyss and swallowed whole by a large wave.
The waters on Midgaard were becoming increasingly rough, and unusually so. The seas are rarely forgiving, but even by normal standards their chaos now was unheard of. The winds howled louder and the waves continued to crash on land and iceberg alike throughout Midgaard, assumedly all nine limbs of Yggdrasil the World-Tree on which every realm of the world lived. It was as if the tree was quivering now, afraid of the coming Ragnarok. The world tree shook in fear, just like the world will shake when Brett Cross and Lincoln meet on the inaugural edition of Tuesday Night Suicide. When two forces this large clash, the outcome is always disastrous. While perhaps this match-up would not be the end of the world, the match-up is definitely something looked forward to and heard of throughout the worlds.
The two of them are strong competitors, veterans who have perfected their craft, and the two top men in the business at the moment, at one point the only title-holders in all of EUW. While this is the first main-event of Tuesday Night Suicide’s era, it’s also the first time Brett Cross and Lincoln Daggerson have met. And, because of this, the battle is a mystery for the both of them, they know nothing of one another. While Ragnarok was foretold to come, it was destined to happen as described by the Norns, it’s been documented and waited upon, every fact of the battle is a matter of destiny, what happens on Tuesday Night Suicide is certainly not up to fate. Lincoln, a former Pure Champion and current EUW Heavyweight Champion is set to face current Pure Champion Brett Cross in a true clash of the titans.
Lincoln held the Pure Title for many months the first time he held it and certainly with no signs of stopping. In fact, after casting aside countless would-be competitors, he was the one who cast aside the Pure Title in hopes to go after a greater prize, a prize he’s held twice since: The EUW Title. In his own right, Lincoln’s a very decorated member of the EUW roster, but at the same time, Cross is no push over. For he’s been holding the Pure Title for a long time as well, nearly as long as Lincoln had and with no signs of stopping either. Only with Cross, there’s no chance he’s going to cast aside this prize like Lincoln. He knows a bit more about honor and respect for such a prestigious title. Every day, he fights for the pride of this title, for adding to its prestige. Cross would never dream of casting aside something he’d tried so hard for, worked so hard towards. He would never get rid of Brandrwulf, not even at the promise of wielding Mjollnir; just like he’d never cast aside the Pure Title for a shot at the EUW Title. Each week, he fights for the pride of what he holds now and will do his best to hold on to it, to hold on to his winning streak. Lincoln? He’s a push-over who has nothing to fight for. He obviously cares not for titles, is inspiration less. But Cross? He fights his hardest every time he enters that ring.
In fact, beyond them both holding the Pure Title, there aren’t any more similarities between them. While Cross may be fighting under a unique set of Pure rules, he knows little about the technical prowess that Lincoln certainly relies on; Cross is much more of a brawler. And in size, Cross holds a solid 100 pounds on his competitor and nearly a half a foot in height difference. And Lincoln, who is arguably far more adorned, is far less the competitor that Cross is, as Cross has been on a winning streak for months now. Cross has Lincoln out-matched in any other facet one could look at them. Where Lincoln is looking to wrestle Cross, Cross has the ability to simply power out of every hold, and anything he can’t is going to be nearly impossible to pull off on a competitor that much larger than he is. Cross is larger, he’s meaner, he’s more motivated, and he has a winning streak on his side. Strength and raw fighting skills have won Cross plenty of matches in the past, but this week, things may just happen to rely heavier on his desire and his love of the fight.
Yggdrasil groans and quakes again, accompanied by a loud, devilish growl from beneath the watery abyss. Beneath the waves, the giant serpent writhes. With dark green scales covering the eternal length of it, Jormungandr thrashed and turned about, struggling underneath the waves. The Midgaard Serpent opened its jaws wide with the growl and then snapped its jaws shut about the gull that had fallen deep beneath the waves. No longer did he roll lazily under the water like normal, the Midgaard Serpent, the sea-snake so long that it usually spent its days chasing its own tail that wrapped entirely around the face of Midgaard, now thrashed and grumbled beneath the rough tide of the world’s oceans. With the seas now upturned, Jormungandr’s now angered, riled as he tosses and turns under the waves. The creature of lore, the legendary beast, one of the three damnable children of Loki would certainly be a fight for the ages in the coming Ragnarok, and fighting is what it was intending to do.
As foretold by the Norns, the mighty Thor would be the one to take on Jormungandr, who with its jaws opened wide would thrust out of the seas towards the Thunder God’s fishing boat and yawn in to the sky, unleashing poison in to the air. Only the God of War, the son of Odin the All-Father could defeat the beast, and even so only at the expense of his own life. The creature, living in the abyss, was foretold to fight the mighty Thor to a stalemate. Perhaps, Cross is now being called on to defeat his own creature from the abyss. Just as Lincoln is the EUW Champion, Cross is the Pure Champion: just as Jormungandr is the Midgaard Serpent, Cross the God of Midgaard. Cross, like the God he is, will defeat the demon Jormungandr, will beat Lincoln Daggerson. For while the EUW match-up between them will be for sport and nothing else, to Cross each every fight is like the ensuing Ragnarok, the end of the world. And no creature from the Abyss can withstand the bright might of “The Norse Hammer”, “The God of Midgaard”.
