Post by Action Reel on Dec 16, 2020 12:48:03 GMT -5
Put this on record.
I was the man who built this house, who brought prosperity unto all, who gave these men and women who populate this ring a home into which they could dispel their greatest talents. A band of rejects and combatants who were expelled outward from other lands, told they were ‘too small’, not ‘developed enough’, not ‘strong enough’-I gave them this land to practice, to showcase their abilities to the best of their potential.
I was the cornerstone.
Upon my shoulders, I held this branch of the company, I held this roster upon my spine and prayed that I would not crumble unto the pressure. I emerged from a distant land, like Christ at the end of that tribulation, and I stuck my staff into the ground. Forty days, I waited to build this land, and at the end of those, I built it to the best of my ability. I gave men like Kaz Mazy and Teo Blaze a place to be themselves, a place to dominate when no other would take them-rejects, still, but they were mine. Without me, they do not feed themselves, their families, they do not succeed.
I am judgment.
When I come back, it’s with a burlap sack in one hand and a blade in the other, because I’ve seen what’s become of the home I constructed for those unwelcome anywhere, everywhere else, and I’ve long since grown tired of it. It’s a season of slaughter, now, and I’m going to be dragging you through that ring and to a shallow grave with much wailing and gnashing of teeth, as the good book says. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. No evasion you can perform to misdirect my wrath, shunt my violence onto someone else.
My approach is inevitable.
No man in spandex and plastic can stop me, no woman with gear of their own-I am a revenant, a vengeful spirit bent on ripping and tearing, sinking my teeth into throats and tearing them out in a shower of blood and gore, ripping heads from body, spewing into this canvas and cork a pollock of viscera, an image of excess and violence. Many homecomings are a time of remembrance, marked with celebration, but mine? Mine will be a time of anger, marked with the punishment of the few for the sins of the many. A needed evil, I’m sure you’ll understand that even if you disagree.
There is no way out.
At Cruiserweight Havoc, from the very moment my boots touch that ring canvas, I’m going to be sending every false prophet, every faulty protector, every filthy idol to the outside and beyond to a grave below. I made thls land that Kaz Mazy now rules over, and I will take it from him. I will rip that bleeding crown from his skull and place it upon my own. Each and every one of you who seeks to step up will impress, no doubt, but by the holy wrath imbued in me, you will be struck down. You will face judgment, and in your judging, each and every last one of you will receive the blade. This is divine retribution, this is holy fervor, this isn’t just a match.
This is an execution.
This land has always been mine. It will continue to be mine, so long as there is breath in my battered lungs, so long as there is a beating from my heart. Many of you, you don’t understand, you’ll call me pretender, you’ll call me vile, say I’ve hidden behind a mask...but the mask drops slowly, and when you see the beast beneath…
...you’ll wish I’d stayed hidden.
Set thy affairs in order, and make sure your next of kin are prepared for, because I take no prisoners on this fine day. Tie your boots, adjust your tights, and prepare your gear for the fight not just of a lifetime, but for your very survival. With your last breaths in mind, and a burning in your skull, you may feel confident, but you know my truth, all that which matters;
You may come for the prizes, come for the glory...but you will stay for the dying.
I was the man who built this house, who brought prosperity unto all, who gave these men and women who populate this ring a home into which they could dispel their greatest talents. A band of rejects and combatants who were expelled outward from other lands, told they were ‘too small’, not ‘developed enough’, not ‘strong enough’-I gave them this land to practice, to showcase their abilities to the best of their potential.
I was the cornerstone.
Upon my shoulders, I held this branch of the company, I held this roster upon my spine and prayed that I would not crumble unto the pressure. I emerged from a distant land, like Christ at the end of that tribulation, and I stuck my staff into the ground. Forty days, I waited to build this land, and at the end of those, I built it to the best of my ability. I gave men like Kaz Mazy and Teo Blaze a place to be themselves, a place to dominate when no other would take them-rejects, still, but they were mine. Without me, they do not feed themselves, their families, they do not succeed.
I am judgment.
When I come back, it’s with a burlap sack in one hand and a blade in the other, because I’ve seen what’s become of the home I constructed for those unwelcome anywhere, everywhere else, and I’ve long since grown tired of it. It’s a season of slaughter, now, and I’m going to be dragging you through that ring and to a shallow grave with much wailing and gnashing of teeth, as the good book says. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. No evasion you can perform to misdirect my wrath, shunt my violence onto someone else.
My approach is inevitable.
No man in spandex and plastic can stop me, no woman with gear of their own-I am a revenant, a vengeful spirit bent on ripping and tearing, sinking my teeth into throats and tearing them out in a shower of blood and gore, ripping heads from body, spewing into this canvas and cork a pollock of viscera, an image of excess and violence. Many homecomings are a time of remembrance, marked with celebration, but mine? Mine will be a time of anger, marked with the punishment of the few for the sins of the many. A needed evil, I’m sure you’ll understand that even if you disagree.
There is no way out.
At Cruiserweight Havoc, from the very moment my boots touch that ring canvas, I’m going to be sending every false prophet, every faulty protector, every filthy idol to the outside and beyond to a grave below. I made thls land that Kaz Mazy now rules over, and I will take it from him. I will rip that bleeding crown from his skull and place it upon my own. Each and every one of you who seeks to step up will impress, no doubt, but by the holy wrath imbued in me, you will be struck down. You will face judgment, and in your judging, each and every last one of you will receive the blade. This is divine retribution, this is holy fervor, this isn’t just a match.
This is an execution.
This land has always been mine. It will continue to be mine, so long as there is breath in my battered lungs, so long as there is a beating from my heart. Many of you, you don’t understand, you’ll call me pretender, you’ll call me vile, say I’ve hidden behind a mask...but the mask drops slowly, and when you see the beast beneath…
...you’ll wish I’d stayed hidden.
Set thy affairs in order, and make sure your next of kin are prepared for, because I take no prisoners on this fine day. Tie your boots, adjust your tights, and prepare your gear for the fight not just of a lifetime, but for your very survival. With your last breaths in mind, and a burning in your skull, you may feel confident, but you know my truth, all that which matters;
You may come for the prizes, come for the glory...but you will stay for the dying.