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Post by Nicholas Scratch on Feb 14, 2010 15:56:01 GMT -5
Next Crash TV is Monday February 22nd RP limit is 2 and deadline is midnight central time Sunday February 21st Battle Royal PWR Television Title KIRA, Tracy Adkins, Dean O’ Rourke, Trevor Stone, Brett Harris, Benajmin Banks, and Robert Carr
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Post by Tracy Adkins on Feb 15, 2010 14:14:38 GMT -5
(the promo starts in the dressing room were we see a side view of Tracy Adkins standing with his shoulder up against the wall. wearing a leather jacket)
Tracy: Kira for all the trauma and misery i caused everyone i know you wanna tare me apart. but be warned there are things in side me with out remorse, with out compaction. things inside me that are dead, things that can hurt you and things that can scar you for now and forever.
(he starts pacing back and forth threw out the locker room)
Tracy: high school must have seemed like for ever for you two stone and Harris i know it did for me. being a miss fit being shunned. i know kids like that no Friends no family. nothing except the constant and gnawing agony of the realization that no one like you how dose it feel to be voted most unpopular to not be invited to parties i know what that feels like but I'm not worried about you two. because stone and Harris i never needed anyone to take me out of that mess. you both needed me. and what did i get Harris? a fucking chair shot to the head.
(Tracy leans back first against the wall and faces the camera)
Tracy: so know I'm gonna go on to dean o'rourke. theres a parable were a mans walking in the desert and god says to him i will always be by your side. and as the man walks threw the desert and gets weaker and weaker he looks back and only sees one set of foot prints not two. and with what ever heart he summons up he makes it out of the desert and asks god. "god why did you abandon me you promised me you would always be by my side" and then god tells him "when there was one set of foot prints that was me carrying you.". well on February 21st dean god will not be in the ring i will. and i will carry you to the end of the match. i will allow you to almost taste victory before i take that away from you. at some point in the match your gonna realize to your self that you cant beat me and that all it is is me tormenting you, torching you, humiliating you. and at that point when you lay there beaten, battered, and bleeding. and praying for me to end your miserable life. to give you a glories death in combat i will carry you dean o Rourke. i will carry you to the end of the match. and I'll look in your eyes then and i will see the eyes of a broken beaten man.
(Tracy slides town the wall and sits down on it)
Tracy: and thats when I'll see the eyes of my father. I'll see every hope, every dream and every aspiration he ever had leave him which led to every beating i ever took from him. his last hope his last dream was that i would be a failure to. so when i end your quest for the holy grail i hurt my father. when i deprive the fans of seeing you win the belt i hurt my father. and as i force Josh mercer and nick scratch to admit once and for all that i am the greatest wrestler in the world i hurt my father. so let it be written so let it be done. (fade out)
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Post by KIRA on Feb 15, 2010 14:51:07 GMT -5
We come in Marcus Drake in the middle the ring in front of thousands of screaming fans whose voices rise and fall as the cameras go live. Marcus stands in his tweed suit and his slick hair with a lively disposition. He brings the microphone up and speaks:
" Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce my guest here tonight. KIRA. "
The arena goes black for the first few bars of Maximum The Hormone's " What Up People? " until Daisuke Han begins to scream, at which point the strobe light bounces turning the arena into a rave scene. KIRA comes out amongst the flickering lights and raises his hand. The house goes up and he walks in his half-shuffling corpse walk to the ring. When he reaches the apron, he slides in and looks around, then bounds over to the turnbuckle where he climbs atop like a rabid animal and lets out a visceral scream. He jumps off, landing on his knees when he looks at Mercer. There's a hungry look in his eyes, the way a wolf would look at a potential prey, and fear runs thorough Mercer's face unchecked. Mercer regains himself as the music cuts out and KIRA approaches.
" Very...very interesting. Uh..."
Mercer smiles uncomfortably as KIRA bears in close, staring at him with a sinister expression.
" Welcome to Crash T.V, KIRA. N-now my first question- "
KIRA snatches the microphone out of Mercer's hand. Mercer looks up at KIRA with a wide, terror-filled eyes. KIRA steps forward. Mercer steps back. Mercer puts his hands up in an gesture of appeasement. KIRA shoves him away and Mercer falls on his backside. KIRA continues to bear down on the man, looming over him like a wild dog while Mercer crawls back helpless. When Mercer feels the ropes on his back, he lays down and rolls out of the ring and out to the floor. His face is a mask of panic and fear. KIRA watches Mercer leave in silence and turns his eyes to the crowd.
" Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this son of York. And now,--instead of mounting barbed steeds to fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty to strut before a wanton ambling nymph. "
The crowd roars like a living creature, wordless in it's understanding, knowing only the tone in which KIRA now speaks if not the words in which he rolls without misplaced diction.
" The reign is upon us, friends. The Kingdom is almost here. The pantheon has gathered and soon will be revealed to all. When the new world comes, there will be no more misfits. In the new world, all will be equal. All will be fear. There will be no outcast, as poor Richard was...as poor Tracy Adkins is. "
KIRA looks out to the camera.
" Tracy, I understand what it's like. I know what it's like to be unwanted. I know what is to know no love. I do not hate you for what you do out of anger, but what you do out of ignorance. You think you cannot be save, but let me tell you that you can. You can be saved. You can pledge fealty. You can pledge your soul to the coming Kingdom and be redeemed. "
KIRA looks out at the crowd, pointing his finger in a wild swat across the sea of faces.
" So can all of you. Every single one of you can be saved by grace. All you have to do is give of yourself to the Kingdom. All you have to do is bow down to the rulers of this world. "
Boos rain out thorough the arena. An angry mob of ghost, their offense becomes haunting and almost melodic to his ear.
" Soon, the unbelievers will be vanquished and all there will be left will be the true chosen ones. It begins tonight, with the five men battle royal for the television championship. It begins tonight in this new era of Pure Wrestling Revival. It begins with the words ' And the winner is....KIRA! ' and my hand raised overhead. It begins with all of you...our better world thorough violence. "
KIRA drops the microphone, looking out into the audience for one final moment and then leaves the ring.
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Post by Robert Carr on Feb 16, 2010 14:25:49 GMT -5
Pwr Superstar Robert Carr pulls into the arena parking lot and parks his car. He gets out and walks to the trunk. He opens it and reaches inside. Robert pulls out a replica belt of the new Television Title. Robert turns to the camera that is set up outside and smiles.
Robert Carr This is a replica of the new Television Title as you can all see. This is the very belt that i will be fighting for at Crash TV this week. This is also a belt that in my eyes has no real or true meaning too any of the superstars that will be battling for it. Most of these guys in this Battle Royal don't even deserve to get a chance at this belt yet they are aloud to walk right in here and get a shot like they have been right here all along. Almost as if they had a spot here in this fed from day one. Whats wrong with that picture? Lots. Let me tell you about it.
Robert shifts his position.
Robert Carr I know that a lot of you are going to say that i am jealous but that is not the truth. My point is if these new guys can can walk right in off the street and get a shot a week later at a title then that they never worked to get a shot at that should mean i can go out and demand a title shot anytime i want at what ever title is available. After all i have been here almost from the opening of this place. I have proving myself one hundred per cent week after week. Tell me this. What have these guys proving after just one week?
Carr is silent.
Robert Carr Thats right,,,Nothing.
Robert clears his throat and carries on talking.
Robert Carr As far as that goes why doesn't the promoters just pull some fans from the crowd and put them in the ring. That would be almost the same thing. How about everyone just be aloud to join in. Or how about this. We can all have our own belts made up and defend them week after week. Why not have the Rattle Snake Labatts blue Title? How about the Bret Harris Technical Championship Belt? Or what about the Unlikely Alliance tag team Championship belt? Indeed not! Nicholas Scratch i don't know what is wrong with you but why are you allowing all these new faces to be aloud to compete in this battle royal? Wake up nick before its too late or before you know it everyone will be coming in here and demanding title shots or trying to defend a title that doesn't even belong here!
Carr looks at the camera.
Robert Carr I can tell you why. This is just another conspiracy set into motion by Josh Mercer and the rest of the promoters to try to destroy the gathering just like all those other times the promoters here were trying to snowball us and tear us apart but lets get one thing straight right now Screech. That little plan is going to backfire badly because in case you didn't notice the entire Gathering will be involved in this one. So your going to have a grand time trying to screw all of us and trust me you can do your worse but that will not happen.
Robert holds up the replica belt. He looks at it and walks over next to the arena doors and stands by a trash can. Then he looks deep into the camera.
Robert Carr I am going on record now to say that i WILL do everything in my power to win this title and the Gathering is the odds on favorite to win. Once we win this belt it will be exactly where it belongs.
Robert walks over next to a trash can and takes the TV replica belt and drops it in the trash can. He spits on it and then turns back to the camera.
Robert Carr This is where these new guys belong In the trash where i plan on sending them and their careers as well. You guys want in on something you never earned that is fine with me but you all marked your own graves. Trust next week it will be one of the Gathering that will walk out the lone survivor and new TV Champion. !
Robert Carr turns and walks into the building. Scene ends.
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Post by Tracy Adkins on Feb 18, 2010 1:57:01 GMT -5
(the promo starts with Tracy Adkins sitting up against the wall of a nursery and a in the left of the shot. he is wearing his normal long jean shorts leather jacket and boots)
Tracy: my earliest memories are not of anything specific. there more like memories of feels instead of events. feelings of abandonment, feelings of loneliness, feelings of sadness. thay say our destiny is formed in these earliest moments. that our fate is determined at this time. some children begin there chance at greatness but the ill fated are doomed from the beginning. the unfortunate devour them selfs searching for inhalation. you see we are all prisoners of our own nature locked in to certain pattern of behaver. i could no sooner change the path that was placed upon me then i could stop a swallow from migrating or a Salmon from spawning. so let it be written so let it be done.
(as Tracy gets up and walks away the camera fades out focusing on the crib)
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Post by Trevor Stone on Feb 19, 2010 17:24:55 GMT -5
Trevor Stone is in his dressing room talking to Tracy Adkins about the Battle Royal. Trevor is trying to convince Tracy that they are the odds on favorite to win the new Television belt.
TREVOR You know The Gathering has the best chance of winning the Television belt. I mean everyone of our members are in it. As long as we stay focused we can win our first gold strap. Its really not even important which one of us win it as long as we bring it home.
Tracy listens as Trevor continues to talk up a storm.
Trevor If i have to i will take out another Pwr superstar just like i did to Scorpio Cage. That guy thought i was nothing and made the mistake of over looking me but i bet he is wishing now he would have never made that mistake. The other people involved in the Battle Royal better be careful too because if not i will end their careers.
Tracy says nothing.
TREVOR Well boss i think its high time the Gathering shows the world at Crash TV that we are not anyone to be messed around with and the only way they are going to take us serious is by winning that belt right boss?
Adkins says nothing as his mind seems to be elsewhere.As the scene begins to fade away Trevor Stone continues to talk.
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Post by thediehard on Feb 20, 2010 13:41:46 GMT -5
I am not perfect. Perfection is an ideal the religious authorities flaunt around so that they can sell their faith to the masses. So they can con them into believing in a dogma that makes no sense whatsoever by promising a life filled with no worries and endless sunshine.
Oppression is a fairly large component to any major religion. Most of them are simple enough and get their kicks oppressing women. Some, however, have decided to take it to the next level. They break humanity into nice little groups. Each of these groups have a certain amount that they are oppressed. Let's take Right Wing American Christianity, for example. Women go first. Don't want to discriminate against them too much. Let them run some things. After all, they're willing to sleep with us. Without women, who would we sleep with? Each other? Haven't you heard? God hates the gays. Speaking of, there's another group. The gays, now how much do we discriminate against them? Let's just go all the way with it and treat them like the lowest of the low. Not allow them to get married and therefore gain access to the same basic rights as everyone else. Tell them they simply chose their lifestyle and should try and go back to the way we live our lives or else they'll burn for eternity in hell. Yeah, that does sound like a dandy plan. Then there are the other minority races. I guess we'll start with the Mexicans. Sure, technically they're Latinos and come from a plethora of areas, but for all intents and purposes they're Mexicans. We'll pretend we didn't see a few illegally enter our country so we can have cheap labor for all the bad jobs no one wants to do. Then we'll create fear by saying the illegal’s are stealing everyone's job. And how about the Asians? We love them since they're smart and all. We'll hire them as scientists for our military. We just believe they can't drive well and love kung fu movies. Then there's the Muslims. We just think all of them are terrorists. We'll detain a few innocent civilians in a military prison and beat them senseless. Not because we think they may have some information vital to our mission overseas. Just because they're brown. And finally, we come to the blacks. Well, after we created and distributed crack cocaine to destroy them, we figured that would be it. But now they keep making more and more money. Now we're forced to shoot a few and never bother solving the crime and arrest others on bogus charges. Mainly famous rappers, they tend to like them. Maybe if we mess with the rappers, all the others will fall in line.
I am not a monster. All of my life I've hated conflict. Not the sport. The sport is a simple competition with rules and regulations with no intentions of ire or hatred. I've hated true human conflict. Wars and bigotry. But this is something that has to be done. I am not the one who did this. I am not the one who brought this upon you, Tracy. But I am going to be the one who finishes it.
Flash back, if you will, to Valentine’s day massacre 2010. Road Rage and Dean O’Rourke . It was a close contest, and neither man had the advantage for very long for quite some time. Dean finally managed to get the upper hand because Road Rage made one little mistake. Dean took immediate advantage of the hand he was dealt and ended Road Rage’s night with the D.H.S.E. What a great debut that was for Dean. Now one week later he finds himself in a battle royal competing for the T.V. title. Things couldn’t been going better for Dean even if he planned for this.
I am not the megalomaniac you would have these people believe I am tracy. I simply see the world for what it is. I see the intolerance we have for each other based off of silly supernatural beliefs and our disagreements with those who don't share ours. I see this entire disgusting ordeal as nothing more than humanity at its worst. I've seen the future. It's grim. Nothing but death and pain. Children wandering without parents, aimless and lost in a sea of chaos. Men and women shooting each other for what little food is left. It's pathetic, and we as humans can do so much better. I'm not trying to end progress, Tracy. I'm not trying to flaunt myself as better than the people. I'm trying to end it all. I'm trying to release them from this false world that they've found themselves living in. They may seem happy. Hell, they may even believe they are. They're not. They're not truly happy because they haven't seen the limitless potential we possess as a species. I do not view my brothers and sisters as below me. I simply wish that they would see the world for what it is.
Is utopia really such a bad thing? In fact, is socialism really such a bad thing? Socialism, in its truest form, is a collection of people working toward the same goal, supporting each other through thick and thin. Is that really so bad? What makes people believe it is? Greed, that's what. Everyone wants to only look out for themselves and their immediate family instead of agreeing to a circuit of protection. Each and every person watches the back of each and every person. Doesn't that sound better? Doesn't that sound like a true utopia? But we'll never actually achieve it. There are many who will never stop fighting to destroy these ideas. And why? Because they're scared. They are scared of empowering the people. They are scared of losing that fear they use to control everyone. They are scared of a new world order that would shatter the global munitions trade and lead to a world of peace. They are scared of losing their money and their stranglehold on all of the power. They should be scared. They should be frightened. They should be terrified. We've had it with their idiocy, and now we will lead a revolution to destroy them. Change indeed. Change is imminent. Change is inevitable. Evolution is our driving force. It always was, and it always will be.
I am not what you make me out to be, Tracy. I am not your equal, not your duplicate, not your level. I am above that. Above the petty squabble most of the baboons backstage manage to vomit out. Above the sub-par lack of dedication you seem to have for this sport. To you it's all about what the T.V. belt represents? I doubt it. You just want the glory. Is that it? You would risk your own well being just for recognition? For some of us, this belt represents something else. Honor. Dedication. Commitment to plying the craft we love so much. That's what it means to me, Tracy. It means I've proven what this sport means to me by making it my entire life. And thus far, I've been successful. I've had the glory, yes. But I never asked for it. I just wanted to wrestle. I just wanted to enjoy the sport and compete. But fuckers like you try to ruin it with your false bravado and your egos. Every time I try to enjoy the competition, you try and make it a pissing contest. You try to smack talk and satiate your ego more to make yourself feel better. What's the matter Tracy? Lack of manhood forcing you to compensate. You're pathetic. You're just like every other glory seeker out there.
You only think of the outcome and not the path you'll have to take to get there. Well the ends do not justify the means, Tracy. They never have and never will. So I suggest you reassess your life and your goals. Some are just unattainable. Like this, the PWR Television Championship. It doesnt matter if your whole gathering is in this match, in the end it wont make a lick of difference. Because to earn it, you've got to be me. To beat me, you've got to train harder than I do and prove yourself better in the ring than I am. You are not Tracy, you don’t posses one tenth of the talent I have or a quarter of my dedication, and when I smash your skull off that mat and you realize I am the future of this sport for that brief moment in time you will have an epiphany, you will see the world for what it truly is, and what it could eventually become. You will see the world not viewed as people, but brothers and sisters. A species dedicated to worldwide family. There would be no homeless. There would be no war. There would be no oppression. Just men and women standing side by side, joined in a mission of peace. It's a beautiful idea, Tracy, and I will show it to you. But my visions don't last forever. Eventually the pain will overtake you, and you will surrender. And then, I will show you what your world would lead us to. I will show you the horrors. The stench of death and destruction. You will see reality. Then, I will end your misery. I will end you to prevent such nightmares from coming to fruition.
I am not evil. Far from it. I am an apostle of free thought and peace. I am not a monster. These things I do simply for the preservation of our species. I am not on the same level as you are, Styx, I am beyond it. And I am not the demon of this world. What I say is simply the truth you all shroud yourselves away from. But what I am...
I am your future PWR television champion. I am all that entails. The sense of honor, the dedication, and the thirst for competition. I am your guardian. I protect my brothers and sisters if need be by eliminating from this world those who would bring us to world war. I am an ambassador for peace. I do not strike if I can avoid it. I do not seek to destroy without just cause. And, yet, finally, I am the embodiment of human conflict. I am everything it entails. I am the struggle to survive. I am the rising up against the discrimination of the powers that be. I am the internal war ravaging in your brain when you finally release yourself from your parents' religious upbringing. I am the harbinger of sorrow to the wicked, and the acolyte of comfort to the downtrodden. I have seen the future, and know it isn't pleasant, but I can lead you away from it. I can take away all of your fears. I can save you. All that is required is your own realization of one simple truth.
This is necessary
OOC: I feel the same way as my Brother, Commets and critique encouraged and appreciated
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Post by Robert Carr on Feb 20, 2010 17:30:20 GMT -5
Music blares and Robert Carr comes out to the booing of angry fans. He is carrying the replica television title from his last promo and smirking a mile long. As he climbs in the ring he stands up on the ropes and holds the title up over his head. Soon his music stops plying and Robert reaches into his coat and pulls out a Mic. He lifts it and begins talking.
Robert Carr First of all before i get started who the hell do you stupid bitches think you are? Booing me like that? Your nothing but a bunch of misfits yourself! Why else would you be sitting in a Wrestling arena watching to guys scrap it out with each other!
Carr smirks and the building is full of boos that are almost deafening and the ring quickly fills up with trash. Finally some of the racket quiets down.
Robert Carr Listen i don't know who you assholes think you are (Pointing too the crowd) but this my time so you can all just FUCK RIGHT OFF...... Oh and will you all shut up so that i can talk you stupid dirt bag farmers and hillbillies!
Shouting and screams begin once more. The fans begin a chant of asshole. Finally after some time they settle down. Robert laughs and begins to talk trash.
Robert Carr I told the world that i would take this title on Crash TV and i am going to do just that! Kira, Dean O'rourke and Benji or Benjamin Banks when you guys are all looking up in the ring at me from the arena floor don't say that i didn't predict victory cause at that very moment realization will sit in on all of you and you will all know different only after it is too late.
David Saturn He didn't win that belt yet. He is talking a lot of trash.
Al Walters You know David i like Robert Carr but I swear that guy is part female with all the complaining and bitching he does!!
Robert Carr I am going to do what no man or woman here in Pwr can do. I am going to win the New Television Title and Hand some of the newer faces here their first loses. I will wrestle that title right away from ALL of your grasps and you won't be able do a god damn thing about it and i know that's the part that burns ALL of you up so deep inside and so do you because you all know i can! Take a good look at this title (Holding up the replica belt) because none of you will not be holding it ....EVER!!!
Robert looks at the title and laughs as he looks back into the camera.
Robert Carr You know something! I have seen some suckers in my life but you newer guys have to rate number one right on top of that list. You all think that you are going to walk in that ring and go right through the entire gathering and me but you thought wrong suckers.
Then Robert raises his voice.
Robert Carr I DID PREVAIL LAST WEEK AT VALENTINES DAY MASSACRE AND I WILL PREVAIL ONCE MORE ON CRASH TELEVISION WHEN I GO IN THAT RING AND HAND YOU ALL YOUR FIRST LOSES IN YOUR CAREERS HERE IN PWR AND TAKE AWAY YOUR CHANCES AT A CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AS WELL. KIRA,DIE HARD OR WHAT THE HELL EVER YOU CALL YOURSELF AND BENJI YOU MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN LUCKY IN YOUR FIRST MATCHES HERE BUT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE SO LUCKY THIS TIME! YOUR DAYS HERE ARE GOING TO BE SHORT AND NUMBERED BECAUSE YOUR LOOKING AT THE NEXT BIG THING TO EVER STEP INTO A WRESTLING RING!
Al Walters THE NEXT BIG THING??? INTERESTING!
DAVID SATURN I THINK HE MEANT THE NEXT BIG FAILURE!
As Robert rages on talking the fans boo him and toss more garbage into the ring.
Robert Carr You can all deny me and doubt me but this TV title but i will be holding it come next week. Excellence speaks for itself and there is no mistaken that i am. Just like i will be the new television Champion. SO....YOU CAN LIKE IT.....YOU CAN LOVE IT............OR HATE IT BUT.................MOST OF ALL ......YOU CAN ALL JUST......SUCK IT UP! ESPECIALLY YOU NEW FACES!!!! NONE OF YOU HAVE A CHANCE!! JUST LOOK AT WHAT STANDS BEFORE YOU! A REAL MAN!
Robert laughs as he lowers his Mic and flexes his mussels. Slowly the scene fades.
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Post by thediehard on Feb 21, 2010 15:31:46 GMT -5
Let your emotions overtake you for a moment. Do you feel that burning anger inside you? Try again. It may be hidden deep down. You may really have to search to find it, but I can guarantee it's there. Ah, there, you've found it now. Do you know what that is?
A figure emerges from the darkness. Although he appears as just a silhouette, the Clothes he is wearing Cleary give him away as Dean O‘Rourke. He doesn't look directly at the camera at first. More to the side. However, after a few moments, he turns his attention in the camera's direction. Though his facial expressions cannot be made out at this time, it's likely there is little to no emotion whatsoever.
Dean: It's me. I am that vigor. That inspiration. That hatred you feel inside. And really, I can't blame you a bit for feeling that way. I mean, look around you. Your government lies to you. To the people of the Philippines, they push an imperialistic agenda trying to gain more wealth while at the same time maintaining their feudalistic control policy on the people, who live on mountains of garbage and fight just to avoid starving to death. To my American brethren, they promise you more affordable health care, but in reality, that money all goes toward the war in Iraq.
Your faith lies to you. They demand you show submission to their appointed authority figures, and in return you'll be granted eternal paradise. You buy this, and it's sad. Religious figures only use you in order to become soldiers so they can use me to convert others against their will. In spite of my despise of religion, I have a rather close bond with it. Without religion, there's little point to war. Without war, religion would have died out long ago when the so called "prophets" did.
But how is all of this relevant? It's simple, really. I am War. I was not given this title. I just simply was. And why? Because I inspire you. I inspire you to fight back against your oppressors. I show you a path. A way to end your submission and slavery. A chance to be free.
But there are others who would try to undo all of this. And none better can come to mind than the Gathering. Think about it. They submit themselves to the rule of a delusional fool Robert Carr. They obey a code of "honor" and "dignity" when in reality they'll resort to any tactic they can to be victorious. It isn't more noble to put up a front and pretend. Why lie about it?
They'll make claims of being mystical. Ah, to be naive enough to believe in magic again. Are there fairies as well? Perhaps leprechauns and dragons? Surely there's at least a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? No, I'm afraid not. This isn't the land of make believe and honey milkshakes. This is my domain. My plane of existence.
Monday, in that ring, you shall once again attempt to lie to these people. You'll try and convince them that one of you will be leaving with the television title around your waist Heh, I'm afraid this just isn't so. I am going to win the T.V. title, this is my time. These are my people and blasphemers like yourselves must be removed from the equation.
I know you'll not quit. I'd expect nothing less. But what you must realize is that sometimes, the odds are just too great for you to surpass. Think about it, Tracy. Are you truly ready to end your life just so you can be champion again? What about you, Robert? Will you be able to control your emotions, or will you let them go. I don't see either of you being willing to makes the sacrifices necessary to call yourselves champions. Such dedication is oft left for more superior specimens.
There will be war in the ring come Monday a war I will win inevitability. And furthermore, its forthcoming is just over the horizon. I can feel it now. Fire, destruction, apocalypse. Man made destruction.
Show me your strength, Tracy, trevor. Show me that you aren't just insolent little children, blindly following a degenerate low life. Show me that you are free thinking men who stand up and fight for what they believe in. Or am I wrong? Perhaps I am. Perhaps you are just pathetic little children. Not worthy of the very air you breathe.
What does it matter? The Pestilence I bring to the ring will make quick work of you as I have done to others in the past. And then no longer will your mouths run wild with claims of grandeur. You'll fall into the ever complacent cycle of mediocrity where you belong. Your status as heroes to the people will diminish quickly. I shall ascend as closely to godhood as one can get. And in the end, you'll learn that what I do serves a vital purpose. You'll see the bitter truth.
This is necessary.
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