The spiral arm of the milky way galaxy continued its paradoxically Infinitum and rotational journey under the cover of no clouds. Light from stars both dead and not. Planets with potential and naught.
Lord Colossus Sagittarius A-star in his own right could’ve been both the central axis of the great wheel and its slow consumer. The slow pull of his own gravity upon CLASSIC was similar to the other entrants pushed out as they were their own light matter.
Titan.
Lord.
Void wrought flesh was black masked. A protrusion of spikes down the centerline spoke of a reasonable distance that all should desire to keep. Cloaked in the same shade as nothingness itself made piercing blue eyes all the more astral.
Beneath the cloak were the spiked and gauntleted hands. Resonant thunder emanated from the deepest bowels of the galaxy and were wrought through Lord Colossus.
“Let it be said that the void continues to spin and those of little consequence have been cast out and aside again. Ruiz returned and like as he may he has returned to the nothingness from which he sought to escape.
The Wild Heart was tamed. All that is left for Bruder to do is to finish the contemplations upon which I have set him.
Larry Rockfield walks the very same path. Fearless no doubt and lacking the understanding and the battles past that have yielded him this position.”
Turning down from the shimmering heavens where dead lights shine.
“Larry Rockfield like all others in CLASSIC wrestling desires to ascend to the heavens and glimpse the gloriousness he presumes await him as he ascends towards the pinnacle. Even here is his error. There is no pinnacle. There is only the great void. The maw that drives CLASSIC wrestling. Larry Rockfield has found himself trapped in the spiral arm slowly being driven towards those gnashing rings of unseen teeth.”
Instead of continuing to ponder the humanity and therefore immediate non-existence of Larry Rockfield. He who commands and is commanded by the great void returned his gaze to the spiral arm of the milky way.
“Though he is heroics of the previous week availed him well. Here no such thing will happen. Does Larry Rockfield possess the will of Vito? Does Larry Rockfield think he can pass through the great aperture of paroxysm unscathed? Does he presume to possess the raw chaos of King Kong Frank who could stand before the oncoming storm unafraid and able to give as he would?
Or he is in possession of the spirit of the Wild Heart? Does he flinch and buckle upon every blow? Larry Rockfield is the unknown variable epsilon. Insignificant and as close to zero as is arbitrarily constructable.”
Casting his cloak back exposing his bared chest to the evening and raising both arms towards the deep emptiness of space. His voice remained a resonant thunder coming from and around all space across time. Gauntleted fists refuse to extend fingers. The tableau is one of near-religious assumptions combined with the apostasy of orthodox worship of the void. Rites of some other order tethered to the nothingness of both life and apocalypse at the center of the galaxy.
Ad Majorem Vacuus Gloriam.
The great attractor beyond pulling all towards an even great void. Voids beyond voids.
Pain within pains.
“To have your fire slowly drawn from you. To know that your attempts to rage against the greater power than yourself and to be found hollow and pierced upon the spikes of the great rack as wheel as it spins and slowly devours you.
As meager an offering though you are. You think to ascend towards the empyrean. You will find ascension only brings you closer to a colder infinitus Larry Rockfield.”
Arms cross over bare chest. Head returns earthwards level. Eyes smolder with the power of cults. Secret worship in dark and cold places. Somewhere Walter Whezl procured the bough of sacrifice.
“As meager a sacrifice as you are. I say let the rivers of nihility draw you to their black springs of Hawking radiation to leave you there as both offering and warning. Whereupon the clever inanity of those who presume to preempt themselves may find no rest and yet become one with eternal silence and contemplate this upon the rack and upon the cosmic iron maiden.”
Arms uncross as the cloak is returned to cloud the man in the darkness above and below.
“CLASSIC wrestling calls for dominion. I will yet provide it.”
Black.