Post by The Morgan Estate on Dec 20, 2020 9:49:42 GMT -5
“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit; life is naught and death is naught."
"He was a great man." Stated an old frail gentleman, as he stepped down from the centre of the platform. As you looked around, the scene was sombre. Black ties and tearful faces filled the room. Stepping down from the stage, the man placed his arm on Rhys Morgan's Shoulder.
"It's your turn son."
Rhys Morgan, wearing a slim fit black suit; stood up slowly. His athletic figure immediately noticeable. Wiping his left eye, he smiled.
"I didn't know you, but I will still call you my Dad." He began. "We didn't spend a lot of time together when I was young and thanks to Kingpin, I didn't get to spend any time with you before.. this. However, I am proud of your accomplishments. You stood up, you threw yourself into the fight when it really mattered and for that, I am thankful. When the moment came, when destiny called; you grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and by god you did it. Ryan, Dad.. You were so much to everyone and I'm sure you're looking down on us right now; smiling. Knowing that all of this, is because of you."
Rhys concluded his statement with tears slowly congregating on his cheeks. The service doors opened and a ray of light shone into the room. There, stood with his arms up in the air like Jesus Christ; was Ryan Morgan himself. He wore a long white robe and had a long brown beard, with elegant and flowing brown hair. Rhys Morgan looked at him in disbelief. The whole room turned and rose to their feet. Applause echoed throughout the hall, as Ryan Morgan held his arms up in the air.
The Vanquisher strolled down the aisles and smiled at each person warmly. The bright light from outside seemed to follow him with every step. He arrived at the podium and reached into his robe pocket. The New Messiah pulled out a pair of glasses and propped them onto his nose. He quietened down the crowd and raised a microphone to his lips.
NEE NOOR NEE NOOR...
"We need the defibrillator, pronto!" shouts a Female medic in the back of an ambulance.
"Ok, coming now!" Shouts the male assistant.
"Three, two, one, go!"
BBZZZZZEERP!
"Nothing. Again!"
BBZZZZZEERP!
"We're losing him, we're losing him."
BBZZZZZEERPPPPP!
"Condition is stabilising."
Ryan Morgan can be seen laying in the bed, wearing a white hospital gown. The two medical professionals are keeping a close eye on him. His condition is moving between stable and unstable, with a constant need for the defibrillator. The young female medic assesses the situation and grimaces, before putting on a brave face.
"We might be ok." She states. "Keep checking his figures, we're only five minutes away from the local. If we can get him in there and he's still stable; we will be fine."
There is a sudden bump in the road and the back of the ambulance jumps a little, sending paraphernalia everywhere. The two medics rush to settle everything down again and the lead knocks on the back of the drivers seat.
"Can you be more steady please!"
Ryan Morgan opens his eyes and sits up, shouting gibberish in complete shock! Her turns around and sees the young paramedic and reaches for her breast, giving it a little squeeze. He smirks to himself and she looks back at him. As he does, he collapses back into the bed and begins to flatline again. This time it is more severe, the periods are longer and more gloomy. The outlook is bleak. The two medics look at the GPS and it reads Four Minutes until arrival.
Ryan Morgan fades in and out of consciousness. He smiles as he begins to imagine the world in his image. He frames it and begins to relax.
A familiar voice calls him and he cocks his eyebrow. After trying to identify the voice, eventually a face appears in front of him. He smiles and closes his eyes.
"Rissi, my old friend..."
-- -- -- --
“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit; life is naught and death is naught."
"I wouldn't say I was the best wrestler in EHWF but I was in the top one."
Ryan Morgan
End Credits Song:
The Last Song
"It's your turn son."
Rhys Morgan, wearing a slim fit black suit; stood up slowly. His athletic figure immediately noticeable. Wiping his left eye, he smiled.
"I didn't know you, but I will still call you my Dad." He began. "We didn't spend a lot of time together when I was young and thanks to Kingpin, I didn't get to spend any time with you before.. this. However, I am proud of your accomplishments. You stood up, you threw yourself into the fight when it really mattered and for that, I am thankful. When the moment came, when destiny called; you grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and by god you did it. Ryan, Dad.. You were so much to everyone and I'm sure you're looking down on us right now; smiling. Knowing that all of this, is because of you."
Rhys concluded his statement with tears slowly congregating on his cheeks. The service doors opened and a ray of light shone into the room. There, stood with his arms up in the air like Jesus Christ; was Ryan Morgan himself. He wore a long white robe and had a long brown beard, with elegant and flowing brown hair. Rhys Morgan looked at him in disbelief. The whole room turned and rose to their feet. Applause echoed throughout the hall, as Ryan Morgan held his arms up in the air.
The Vanquisher strolled down the aisles and smiled at each person warmly. The bright light from outside seemed to follow him with every step. He arrived at the podium and reached into his robe pocket. The New Messiah pulled out a pair of glasses and propped them onto his nose. He quietened down the crowd and raised a microphone to his lips.
NEE NOOR NEE NOOR...
"We need the defibrillator, pronto!" shouts a Female medic in the back of an ambulance.
"Ok, coming now!" Shouts the male assistant.
"Three, two, one, go!"
BBZZZZZEERP!
"Nothing. Again!"
BBZZZZZEERP!
"We're losing him, we're losing him."
BBZZZZZEERPPPPP!
"Condition is stabilising."
Ryan Morgan can be seen laying in the bed, wearing a white hospital gown. The two medical professionals are keeping a close eye on him. His condition is moving between stable and unstable, with a constant need for the defibrillator. The young female medic assesses the situation and grimaces, before putting on a brave face.
"We might be ok." She states. "Keep checking his figures, we're only five minutes away from the local. If we can get him in there and he's still stable; we will be fine."
There is a sudden bump in the road and the back of the ambulance jumps a little, sending paraphernalia everywhere. The two medics rush to settle everything down again and the lead knocks on the back of the drivers seat.
"Can you be more steady please!"
Ryan Morgan opens his eyes and sits up, shouting gibberish in complete shock! Her turns around and sees the young paramedic and reaches for her breast, giving it a little squeeze. He smirks to himself and she looks back at him. As he does, he collapses back into the bed and begins to flatline again. This time it is more severe, the periods are longer and more gloomy. The outlook is bleak. The two medics look at the GPS and it reads Four Minutes until arrival.
Ryan Morgan fades in and out of consciousness. He smiles as he begins to imagine the world in his image. He frames it and begins to relax.
A familiar voice calls him and he cocks his eyebrow. After trying to identify the voice, eventually a face appears in front of him. He smiles and closes his eyes.
"Rissi, my old friend..."
-- -- -- --
“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit; life is naught and death is naught."
"I wouldn't say I was the best wrestler in EHWF but I was in the top one."
Ryan Morgan
End Credits Song:
