Post by The Green on Mar 31, 2024 12:58:54 GMT -5
Let me tell you a story
We see a young boy, watching many nobles try and fail to pull a sword from a stone.
Once there was a boy named Arthur. He thought himself just a simple peasant boy, and while this may have been true, he was also fated with a great destiny.
The boy walks up to the stone, and effortlessly pulls out the sword, much to the shock of the nobles. Behind Arthur, a gnarled old face watches from the trees
Arthur became the king of England, and was faced with plenty of challenges, all while mystical forces watched on with anticipation. They were unsure of his right to the throne and character. Would he bring about a new age of peace, or fall to darkness?
We see the boy sitting on his throne, slowly growing older into his mid 20s, fighting various other kings and leading troops in battle. All the while, he is guided by an old man in a cloak, with lightning in his eyes and thunder in his voice.
But, the boy had a protector, one who knew the ways of the fey and the other people of the wood. Merlin convinced the fae to hold off against Arthur. The fey agreed, and a bargain was struck.
Arthur now grows into an old, wise king. He sits at his round table, enjoying a festive feast with his knights. He looks up as the doors are thrown open suddenly, and the shadow of the Green falls over him
The fey couldn’t be held off forever. One day, they came to Arthur, ready to test him. What they didn’t expect… was for their challenge to be answered by a most unlikely candidate.
Sir Gawain steps in front of his uncle. He nods. Then, he begins to fade out, followed by Arthur, the rest of the knights, the round table, and finally the hall itself. All that remains is a green meadow, a few stones… and the shadow of The Green.
And the rest… lies in legend. Perhaps you already know the tale. One day, perhaps I’ll tell it, but that is one I prefer to keep in the shadows. Legend is a powerful thing, you know.
The Green turns to where the Round Table would’ve been. All that remains is a small tower of stone in the center, supported by one large rock at the bottom.
Arthur came from nothing, and grew to be king. It’s one of those stories humanity keeps telling, the hope of growing from rags to riches. But Arthur was also a chivalrous, fair ruler who cared for his people
Unfortunately, that’s where our current Omega Champion falls short. Mr. Madrox, you are a rags to riches story. You’ve fought tooth and nail for everything you have. And, truly, you have earned that championship. Yet, you are sorely lacking in the aspects necessary from a champion. For in our sport, champions are the kings, the rulers, the role models. And I will show you just how lacking you are.
Jody, you seem to shirk your duties at every turn. Since winning this title, you seem more concerned about Action suing you for losing it to a common thief then the important duties that come with being a champion. Arthur and his knights never turned away from duty, even if it might cost them their lives. You, Jody, are all too willing to flee. So run, boy, run. Run from the violence, as you always have in your hood. Run from reality, as you take drugs to paint fake pictures in your head. Run from your duties. Your upbringing and surroundings have built you to be a creature of survival, of subsistence. Making it to the next day is your biggest concern. Champions don’t just survive, they thrive. They live like every day is their last. I am no stranger to duty. It has binded me for millenia. When I carry the Omega Championship, I will serve all it’s duties with pride.
You really are clueless, Jody. Do you know what this championship means? It’s multifaceted, and yet you see nothing. The Omega Championship is the sign of the next big thing, the next hot star of Action. You should be challenging, revolutionary, trying to upend the system and lead a new movement of stars. But, at best you seem to tell those who get in your way to fuck off, then walk past them. Something tells me that if you lost that championship today, you’d be sad for a while, but nothing would really change. You’d keep doing what you’re doing. You know why that’s a shame?
Because that belt means so much more than just being some signifier. It’s hope for your community. It’s the potential for change. It’s the hundreds of kids growing up in the hood sitting at their television sets with bated breath, watching their hero. It’s people in the streets seeing you and smiling. It’s a boy from the hood proving everyone wrong. It’s a spot on national TV, where you can advocate for all those things that could make your home better.
That’s why you sicken me Jody. Because you don’t know just how much you matter. In spite of how you act, you are a hero already, because people see hope in you. And yet you continue to not give a damn, to doubt yourself, to fall back into depression. It’s my duty to cut down hope in the world. I’m all too willing to take down the overconfident, those with too much hope in themselves. It’s much sadder to cut down those who others put their hope in. I hate to see potential wasted. But I must go about my grim task.
The Green raises his ax, looking down at the stone that forms the base. He strikes from the side, and cleaves the stone in half. It falls, and the rest of the stones atop it tumble down.