Post by EZRA on Jun 29, 2012 16:25:44 GMT -5
June 25th
What an unfortunate turn of events.
A cornucopia of entertainment professionals stepped foot into the ring and my only bit of action occurred after the fact. The Warrior was much too focused on the man who assaulted his protege to gather that I would not let another episode of Synergy end with his standing on the mountain top.
He vowed that I would not come out victorious in this bout and he that came true. The match was thrown out and that was my opportunity to strike. He had boasted about coming out the victor in our earlier encounters and his ego blocked his view from seeing that he doesn’t have my number.
Earlier foes have felt the same way and come to realize the same thing: The Year of Fear is only half way over. 6 months have passed and 6 men have fallen as they scratched and clawed to claim this title.
Russo. Kiseragi. King. Pax. Hastings. Stein.
A familiar trend follows these competitors. As I passed the first three of these men, it seems as if a string was cut and their careers were non-existent. It turned into a downward spiral toward the irrelevant, even as those shouted from the rooftops that it was I, the Embodiment of Fear, that would become irrelevant or unfamiliar with the masses.
No matter the decision that is chosen by those masses, I will ascend above this Warrior.
The video finishes buffering and we see The Embodiment of Fear, Phrixus Deimos, sitting in a chair with his elbows resting on his knees and his hair in front of his face. A few candles sit on the ledges of a window sill. The moon can be seen through the curtain as the flames dance in the darkness.
“It seems that the sheep have bleated their opinions out to the management. Our fate has been decided, Pax. You will not get your chance to earn your nickname. The only thing you will get is strong intake of reality and see that, once again, you’re not ready for the label or competition that comes with being the top wolf in the pack.”
Deimos sits up in the chair and we can see the title laid across his legs.
“In the last 12 months, only two men have held this title. Myself and Tyvola. Before this title was consumed by such dominance, a multitude of athletes held this trophy that now rests on my lap. Men from all spectrums of existence.”
He places the title over his shoulder and gets up from the chair, walking toward the window.
“Men like Declan Prescott. A man once sided with my opponent until he left the company rather abruptly. Also, men like Jet Somers. A man who cost my opponent the title last year. Men like Travis Pierce. A man who used his entire purse to try and wear down the champion he later teamed with. Men like Donovan Hastings. A man who now leads my opponent in some sort of ‘army’. A futile effort to regain my belt.”
Deimos turns away from the window and lays the belt across the back of the chair.
“It must eat you down to your core to see that, while you get paired with a student, your Second-in-Command vies for the very title you crave. Even though you attempt to swindle and swerve your associates, you still fail to achieve the glory you once felt as this title rested in your hands. The only thing that is inevitable is that you will continue to wallow in the shadows as those around you flail toward the light.”
He walks away from the chair and stands near the candles.
“I chose you, Pax, just like the fans have chosen our fates. We are set down a path and destined to hell as we do battle in a few short days. You have a tumultuous relationship with the structure we step into at In Your Hands. The last time you entered the hallowed halls of the Hell in a Cell, you came up short and not one person mourned your loss. It will not change this time. You’re destined to fail when you appear to have reached your greatest moment. You come in strong and the deck seems to be leaning in your favor when suddenly... you get snuffed out.”
With that, Deimos throws his arm out over the candles and they quickly go out.
What an unfortunate turn of events.
A cornucopia of entertainment professionals stepped foot into the ring and my only bit of action occurred after the fact. The Warrior was much too focused on the man who assaulted his protege to gather that I would not let another episode of Synergy end with his standing on the mountain top.
He vowed that I would not come out victorious in this bout and he that came true. The match was thrown out and that was my opportunity to strike. He had boasted about coming out the victor in our earlier encounters and his ego blocked his view from seeing that he doesn’t have my number.
Earlier foes have felt the same way and come to realize the same thing: The Year of Fear is only half way over. 6 months have passed and 6 men have fallen as they scratched and clawed to claim this title.
Russo. Kiseragi. King. Pax. Hastings. Stein.
A familiar trend follows these competitors. As I passed the first three of these men, it seems as if a string was cut and their careers were non-existent. It turned into a downward spiral toward the irrelevant, even as those shouted from the rooftops that it was I, the Embodiment of Fear, that would become irrelevant or unfamiliar with the masses.
No matter the decision that is chosen by those masses, I will ascend above this Warrior.
*****
15% .. 32% .. 47% .. 61% .. 78% .. 91% .. COMPLETE
The video finishes buffering and we see The Embodiment of Fear, Phrixus Deimos, sitting in a chair with his elbows resting on his knees and his hair in front of his face. A few candles sit on the ledges of a window sill. The moon can be seen through the curtain as the flames dance in the darkness.
“It seems that the sheep have bleated their opinions out to the management. Our fate has been decided, Pax. You will not get your chance to earn your nickname. The only thing you will get is strong intake of reality and see that, once again, you’re not ready for the label or competition that comes with being the top wolf in the pack.”
Deimos sits up in the chair and we can see the title laid across his legs.
“In the last 12 months, only two men have held this title. Myself and Tyvola. Before this title was consumed by such dominance, a multitude of athletes held this trophy that now rests on my lap. Men from all spectrums of existence.”
He places the title over his shoulder and gets up from the chair, walking toward the window.
“Men like Declan Prescott. A man once sided with my opponent until he left the company rather abruptly. Also, men like Jet Somers. A man who cost my opponent the title last year. Men like Travis Pierce. A man who used his entire purse to try and wear down the champion he later teamed with. Men like Donovan Hastings. A man who now leads my opponent in some sort of ‘army’. A futile effort to regain my belt.”
Deimos turns away from the window and lays the belt across the back of the chair.
“It must eat you down to your core to see that, while you get paired with a student, your Second-in-Command vies for the very title you crave. Even though you attempt to swindle and swerve your associates, you still fail to achieve the glory you once felt as this title rested in your hands. The only thing that is inevitable is that you will continue to wallow in the shadows as those around you flail toward the light.”
He walks away from the chair and stands near the candles.
“I chose you, Pax, just like the fans have chosen our fates. We are set down a path and destined to hell as we do battle in a few short days. You have a tumultuous relationship with the structure we step into at In Your Hands. The last time you entered the hallowed halls of the Hell in a Cell, you came up short and not one person mourned your loss. It will not change this time. You’re destined to fail when you appear to have reached your greatest moment. You come in strong and the deck seems to be leaning in your favor when suddenly... you get snuffed out.”
With that, Deimos throws his arm out over the candles and they quickly go out.
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