Crystal Zdunich vs. The Enigma

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Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET THURSDAY, June 27, 2024
3500 Word Limit Per RP.
2 RP Limit for Singles Matches.

[The Enigma]

The Battle Within

Enigma’s Reign

“My Lord, this is the moment that I have waited for. This world is… this world is not what it should be… what it could be. But with you, it could be everything we want it to be.”

Old Man Hawthorne knelt down on the ground bowing down to Enigma, standing in the ruins, where just a few minutes before he had finally completed his mission in taking over Elias Veil’s mind. Enigma had done it. He has finally completed his mission in taking over Elias Veil’s mind.

Enigma looked down at Hawthorne as a sinister smile played across his lips. The transformation had been complete, Elias Veil was no more. The being that stood before Old Man Hawthorne might have looked like Elias Veil, but he was nowhere close to possessing the power of the enigma that stood before him.

“Hawthorne. You have served me well.” Enigma’s voice reverberated through the sacrifice site, a deep, resonant growl that seemed to echo the very essence of darkness. It was a voice filled with a chilling satisfaction, but it also carried an unmistakable edge of menace that sent shivers down the spine of any who heard it. “You have served me well, old man. Your loyalty has not gone unnoticed.”

Hawthorne, still bowing before his dark master, fearfully lifted his face ever so slightly. His eyes were wide with a mix of reverence and fear. The shadows danced around them with a pulse that seemed to feed off of the Enigma, a testament to the transformation that had taken place and consumed the being of Elias Veil. The air thick with the scent of charred wood and blood from Elias’ mother, and the weight of something that was far darker, far more sinister than anyone could imagine.

Enigma stepped closer to Hawthorne, his very presence suffocating and overwhelming. The remnants of Elias’ life lay in the ruins around them. Elias’ mother was still hanging up in the position she was in when offered as the sacrifice. Enigma’s eyes met Hawthorne, while they were Elias Veil’s eyes, they were darker, more sinister. Enigma’s eyes were cold and void of any sign of humanity. Hawthorne trembled as Enigma peered down at him, his words colder than his eyes.

“You have shown unwavering dedication, Hawthorne, your actions have brought us to this pivotal moment. The darkness that you have nurtured in me has finally blossomed into it’s true form.”

A cruel smile plays on the lips of Enigma, mocking any form of human expression that he is incapable of. His smile was a promise of both reward and ruin, and the look on Hawthorne’s face tells that he knows the weight of its meaning. To be acknowledged by Enigma was both a blessing and a curse, a recognition of service that came with the unspoken threat of what would happen if Hawthrone were to falter.

With respect, but also with fear Hawthorne whispered, “Yes, my lord. It has been my honor to serve you, to see your power realized.”

Enigma’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Indeed. And now, our work truly begins. Thornbrooke will be the first to feel our wrath, but it will not be the last. The world will come to know the true meaning of power and darkness.”

Enigma turns his gaze toward the ruins around himself and Hawthorne. The remnants of Elias Veil’s life is now nothing but ash, debris and a lifeless body. The night air was thick with the scent of charred wood, blood and destruction. This was just the beginning.

“You speak of transformation,” Enigma said, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife. “This world is indeed ripe for change. Too long has it languished in the grip of false hope and empty promises. We will bring a new order, one forged in darkness and power.”

Hawthorne lifted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with fanatic zeal. “Yes, my Lord. The people will soon understand the strength of your vision. They will see the truth of your power.”

Enigma stepped forward, his presence towering and imposing. “We will start with Thornbrooke. This town will be the first to kneel. From here, our influence will spread like wildfire. We will root out all resistance, crush any who dare defy us.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity. “And Hawthorne, remember this: your mission is not over. You must ensure that every last vestige of Elias Veil is extinguished. No trace of him can remain. Do you understand?”

Hawthorne nodded vigorously, his voice a fervent whisper. “Yes, my Lord. I will see to it personally.”

Enigma’s smile widened, a sinister glint in his eyes. “Good. Now rise. We have work to do.”
Hawthorne stood, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. He knew that following Enigma would lead to great power, but he also understood the price of failure.

Enigma turned to face the horizon, the first light of dawn beginning to pierce the night sky. The world was on the brink of a new era, one that would be shaped by his dark vision.

“To all who stand in our way,” Enigma declared, his voice carrying the weight of prophecy, “beware. The era of darkness has begun. There is no turning back.”

As the first rays of sunlight crept over the ruins, casting long shadows that seemed to dance at Enigma’s feet, he raised his arms, invoking the power that now coursed through him. The air crackled with dark energy, the palpable manifestation of his dominion over the shadows.

Hawthorne, now standing, watched his master with fervent eyes. He had waited for this moment, the realization of a vision that had driven him for years. Enigma was the embodiment of the darkness he had so diligently served, and together, they would reshape the world.

“And remember,” Enigma's eyes bored into Hawthorne’s with an intensity that could sear flesh, “your loyalty is paramount. Any sign of weakness, any hesitation, and you will face consequences more severe than you can imagine.”

“I will not fail you, my Lord,” Hawthorne vowed, his voice steady despite the underlying tremor of fear.

Enigma turned his gaze to the distant horizon, a dark smile curling on his lips. “See that you don’t. The future is ours to command, and we will forge it in the fires of our ambition.”

The ruins, once a symbol of devastation, now stood as the birthplace of a new order. Enigma remained, his eyes fixed on the dawning day, his mind already plotting the conquests to come.

As the first light of morning bathed the world in a cold glow, Enigma whispered, more to himself than anyone else, “Elias Veil is no more. The darkness has taken root, and from it, a new world will rise.”

With that final declaration, Enigma began to move, each step deliberate and measured, exuding the confidence of a man who knew his power was absolute. Hawthorne followed, a few paces behind, his eyes never leaving the back of his master.

As they descended from the ruins, the landscape around them seemed to shift and writhe, as if the earth itself was recoiling from the malevolent force that Enigma now embodied. Birds fell silent in the trees, and even the wind seemed to still, the world holding its breath in the presence of such overwhelming darkness.

Enigma led Hawthorne through the twisted paths of Thornbrooke, his mind envisioning the town’s submission to his will. “Our first step is to make our presence known,” Enigma said, his voice carrying over the eerily quiet surroundings. “Thornbrooke will be the seedbed of our power. From here, we will extend our influence, and soon, the entire town will bend to our will.”
Hawthorne nodded, his fervent agreement clear. “Yes, my Lord. The people of Thornbrooke will soon see the truth of your power.”

“Good,” Enigma replied, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “We will give them a reason to follow us. Fear, hope, desperation—whatever it takes. They will serve us, and in return, we will give them a new purpose.”

As they reached the edge of Thornbrooke, Enigma paused, looking out over the town. The sun was now fully risen, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch toward him, drawn by the dark power that radiated from his very being.

“Prepare yourself, Hawthorne,” Enigma said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “For today marks the dawn of a new era. The era of darkness and dominion. And we will stop at nothing until the entire world bows before us.”

Hawthorne’s heart pounded with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He had devoted his life to this moment, and now, standing beside Enigma, he felt the full weight of their shared destiny. Together, they would reshape the world in their image, and no one would stand in their way.

Enigma’s gaze remained fixed on the town below, his mind already working through the strategies and manipulations that would bring Thornbrooke—and eventually the world—to its knees. The echoes of Elias Veil’s resistance were nothing more than distant memories now, replaced by the unyielding resolve of Enigma.

With a final, determined step, Enigma began his descent into Thornbrooke, Hawthorne at his side. The era of darkness had indeed begun, and as they moved through the quiet streets, it was clear that there would be no turning back.

As the shadows deepened and the town fell under the cold, watchful eye of Enigma, a chill settled over Thornbrooke. The people would soon understand the power that now walked among them, and they would either join the new order or be crushed beneath its relentless march.

In that moment, Enigma felt the full extent of his power and purpose. Elias Veil was gone, but in his place stood a force that would reshape the world. And as the whispers of darkness spread through the hearts of the people, Enigma knew that his reign was only just beginning.

Present Day

Years had passed since that fateful night. The once ruined site of the destruction of Elias Veil’s final struggle and ultimate demise had transformed, the physical remnants long gone, replaced by nature’s quiet reclamation. Where once stood the shattered remains of a life consumed by darkness, now only a serene, unassuming landscape remained, concealing the horrors that had unfolded there.

The Enigma stood in the exact spot where his transformation had taken place. The scenery had changed, the scars made on the ground around him healed over time, but for Enigma, the memories were clear as ever. He could feel the echo of that pivotal moment, the screams of Elias Veil’s mother as she was the final sacrifice needed. He could feel the raw power that surged through him as he cast aside Elias Veil and embraced the darkness.

Enigma’s eyes look around, scanning the tranquil surroundings. “This spot, my children, it's a reminder of our purpose. For years, I honed my power, waiting for the right host to come along, and when he finally did, I assumed my position of power. Now, here we are my children, ready to unleash a new wave of darkness upon the world. Upon Supreme Championship Wrestling.”

Enigma’s followers are standing back from the former site. Staring lifelessly at their leader. As he stands in the clearing, Enigma can almost hear whispers of his past self, Elias Veil, the echoes of his defiance and his ultimate defeat.

“My children, let this space be a reminder of how far we have come. A reminder of how far I have come. However, we still have a way to go, my children. With Lady Nocturna guiding us, we will go all the way. This week on SCW Breakdown, we have to deal with an old foe in Crystal Zdunich.”

Turning away from the tranquil scene and towards his followers, Enigma’s eyes hardened under his dark mask. The past was a foundation, a lesson in power and darkness. Now, in the present, he was ready to unleash that power and darkness.

“Crystal, you and I have crossed paths before. I would have thought before you agreed to enter into the ring with me again that you would remember what happened with us last year. You have experienced my power on multiple occasions Crystal, and yet, you just keep coming back for more.”

Enigma walks over and stands before his followers, all of them cloaked in a dark robe, kneeling before him.

“Years ago, I stood in this very spot as one man knelt before me, pledging his life to me. Today, I stand here before all of you that have done the same. This week on Breakdown, Crystal Zdunich, you will join the Shadowfall as you kneel before me. You have no hope, you have no future in Supreme Championship Wrestling. Your only hope for a future is here in the Shadowfall with me.”

Enigma stands before his followers, his eyes change. His eyes become more intense. He lifts his hands, and the entire space behind him erupts in flames. An unintelligible chant starts up, it is very low.

“As for you, Konrad Raab. Your desperation to get your hands on me has proven fallible. Konrad, you can call me names all you want to, but your inability to take power over me proves the point that I own you. I am the darkest being that you will ever face. I am the ruler over all things in the dark. You can send anyone and everyone that you want to at me, but at the end of the day they cannot control me.”

Enigma steps closer to the flames as the chanting of the Shadowfall gets louder.

“You see, Konrad, you are but a pawn in a much larger game that I am in charge of. I have a much larger endgame in mind than you do, Konrad. And there is nothing that you can do to stop me on my way to my destiny. My destiny is only beginning, while yours Konrad, will soon come to an end.”

The chanting gets louder as Enigma stretches his arms out to the sky.

“Don’t worry, SCW, you will all soon realize the power and darkness of the Enigma. And when I do… Supreme Championship Wrestling will burn.”

The chanting becomes deafening as the flames start to grow in intensity as Enigma turns and addresses the Shadowfall.

“Come my children, we must prepare the sacrifice for Lady Nocturna.”

Enigma turns and joins the Shadowfall in chanting as the group walks off into the distance as the flames seem to dance around the spot where they were, completely controlled.