Post by Stephen Singh on Jan 30, 2022 14:57:21 GMT -5
Abraham Lincoln: Father of the American Revolution!
Sitting with legs a-dangle on the right shoulder of the statue of Abraham Lincoln at his eponymous memorial sits Romeo H. Finet.
That’s not true, of course. I thought about not correcting myself because my opponents are half-wit, half-breeds who only open history books to use as toilet paper when the one-ply they stole from their neighboring trailer runs out. But alas–just like Abraham Lincoln–I cannot tell a lie.
Finet smirks.
I’m sitting here on this particular president to explain to you all that “revolution” does not mean what you think it means and that Revolution will not be what you think it will be. A revolution is not some outward, bloody conflict like the one whose only true idea was greed--anti-taxation masturbation, same now as it was then. Revolution is internal, mental, emotional, it’s in your goddamned soul. True revolution of the mind and spirit is led by men like this one here. But even this one, he didn’t do the RIGHT thing for the RIGHT reasons…
“If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it.”
It was country–union–before all else, including the humanity of those living within the borders of that union. So what in all the fucks was the point of preserving “the Union” if that union’s function wasn’t to preserve the humanity of ALL those within it? What the hell does all this have to do with The White House Battle Royal and Revolution V? Nothing, I guess. Or maybe everything. For me at least. I’m here to win but I’m here to do it the RIGHT way. To what end? What am I working so hard to preserve that I’ve failed to even rack up one measly goddamn win here?
He shakes his head.
I’m not preserving anything. I’m building something. And building something new, something different, something truly great? That always starts with a Revolution. I’m re-sculpting my entire legacy from the ground up, I want memorials bigger than this one. I want my place in the Hall of Fame, I want my name etched in the goddam history books of not just the places I’ve already been but of Action Wrestling, of ALL of wrestling. The only way I’m going to get the respect I want–the respect I need–is to do it the right way. What a revolutionary idea.
When I’m the last man standing in that ring, I’ve planted my flag. I’ll have redeemed my shortcomings thus far. I’ll have watched Karlie Snatch fail in the most familiar way. I’ll see if Dark Kunt can fly when I toss him over. I’ll throw Bolas so far through the fourth wall his head will be up Deadpool’s ass–oh wait that’s basically where it always is.
I do not take this fight lightly–every loss I’ve racked up in recent weeks has pushed me farther than I expected. I’ve lifted harder, I’ve trained longer, I’ve studied more intently. I’m returning to form–slowly but surely. Unfortunately for all of you, that form is one that’s left a lot of you staring up at the bright lights before. You don’t know it yet but maybe I can refresh your memory inside that ring, Dionysus. Let me get you a refill of all those losses you’ve tasted before; all hail Dion the once and future king of sour grapes.
Andre, we crossed paths all-too briefly last week so I certainly owe you greater attention at Revolution. How does a “gent” win a battle? Is it white gloves and pistols at dawn? Every duel in my life prior to Action Wrestling, I’ve turned and shot on two; but I want to see how a Gent does it. I’ve been watching you and Teo; this is another opportunity to observe you up close. I fear you lack the seriousness needed to be last in the ring with me unfortunately, so our time together may be brief.
Finet leans over and pantomimes a whisper into the statue’s ear.
Do you think this is what it was like for him? Some devil-turned angel sitting on his shoulder, whispering for him to do the right thing for the wrong reason? Does it matter the motivation?
Every man has to answer that for themselves. For me it never had. But now, the means might just outweigh the ends.
Action Wrestling, this White House Battle Royal is official notice for every man, woman, child and Gravedigger in the back: The New Legacy starts with Revolution.
“The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”
