The Column of Heaven that is the plane of the milky way continued its slow crawl and spiraled in on itself.
Majestic and beautiful, the turn of the real galactic wheel has inspired the path of awe in time immemorial.
The glory of the heroic cosmic dance has fascinated and inspired for more generations than men have counted.
Draped in the abyss and masked with the void, the burning quasar stare of Lord Colossus’ eyes were all that filled the screen.
Black Leather Mask obscured most of the features. Only two nostril holes and a Lectoresque cage cut into the mask.
Slowly zooming out reveals the cloaked figure of Lord Colossus, as always at night. The first tinges of springs and the second law of thermodynamics are at work, little rivulets of water carve miniature tributaries and rivers in the snow, and even at the night dribbling trickle is audible.
The snow itself where water doesn’t run through it has taken on bizarre non-euclidean shapes from the wind, which is whipping up particulate matter like sand on the beach in swirling vortices, the boughs of trees bending this way and that.
Though unmoved. The lord of the void’s presence was not minimal. The wind seemed to howl about him in furtive gusts. As though attempting to pull away from the massive post-collapse gravitation of Lord Colossus.
The voice came from everywhere, as though Planck space and Planck time were merging, the void which binds holding together the very fabric of reality starting to collapse.
“Once a lesser light who tried to escape the void asked “What is the ultimate formless timeless reality?
The void yawned and gnawed in response.
The lesser light was confused.
The void consumed him.”
The wind seemed to not touch Lord Colossus’ cloak. A crow perched upon his shoulder.
“Every moment of Classic has bent us towards this Vito. I did not need to answer your challenge, gravity brought you to me.
The galaxy churns bright and blinding about the central singularity. All of time and space is turned by the great wheel of dark energy, and you are concerned about your small world constructed of the light-matter consumed by the void. “
A second crow lands on the ground in front of Lord Colossus.
“Cursebreaker. Let Entropy flow into you, let the cascades of static herald the dawn of the end. As before, you will again find yourself measured wanting, hand scratching desperately as you are drawn to the void, to be consumed.
To be reduced to quarks and quanta.”
A single gauntlet hand comes out from behind the cloak. A second follows, spreading wide the cloak and revealing the massive and heaving form of Lord Colossus. Now barechested in the new spring night, water beginning to pool at his massive and booted feet.
“Vito. Look around your self-created galaxy. Your universe. History and gravity have brought us together and bound us. You the lights in the night sky twinkling.
Me, the great mass of dark energy that turns the cosmic wheel. You are but a subject of the only real domain.
Lord Colossus paused for emphasis, as his voice raises to a gravity rending quasar burst of volume.
Lord Colossus’ chest heaves with raw pre-cosmic inflationary power. Multipole moments begin to cascade together, forming diodic poles from which the great explosion will come.
“CLASH OF THE CAPITAL VITO.”
“The laws of entropy take hold of your metroverse, the dark matter that drives the entirety of your meaning.
Drives you towards the finality of the void. Vito, at Clash of the Capital, only the inevitable will happen.
Light will be extinguished.
The new and final dark age of Classic Wrestling will begin. The expansion of the void is at hand.”
Lord Colossus placed his hands on his hips, the sub-freezing temperature beginning to redden the exposed skin. He balls his hands into fists raising them above his head. Turning his head skyward, he bellowed, with feral power, with universe consuming power.
With the grim finality of looking over the event horizon and the years of life being tugged away in the nearness to light bending terminality.
“Ad Majorem Vacuus Gloriam”