Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Jun 14, 2013 21:39:47 GMT -5
June 11
The wheel turns.
Another week, and for the third time in four of them, people call me a loser. They think I have tasted defeat. They are fools. I have but one goal, one aim, one care.
It is intact.
This time it was Cypress Morgan, significant in that I may see him again next week. In truth, it would surprise me if I didn't. After all, he "beat" me, didn't he? The sheep want to see conflict. They want to throw down their hard earned money, think that they spent it to see a special moment. Cypress can beat Fear, let's see him take the title.
Fools.
This is a marathon, not a sprint. What matters is that the Cross-Hemisphere Title remain around my waist. Sometimes, that means taking a step back before you can move forward.
You must know your opponent. Know the crowd. Know the mindset. Know how to pull the strings.
Now dance, sheep.
The static on your screen flickers and fades into the image of Phrixus Deimos.
"They tell me that my fate is in your hands. That you're going to decide my destiny. You're going to cast your vote, pick my opponent. Decide who is worthy. I'll make it simple for you."
Static. Close-up of Phrixus.
"None of them are."
Static. Flash of an image of John Russo. Profile of Phrixus.
"When John Russo debuted in LWF, he competed under the ring name of 'Nero,' named for the emperor who infamously fiddled while Rome burned. Russo was a sinner who lusted for another's woman, for my woman. It burned, just as his recent marriage burned. He is a failure as a human being, much as he has failed time and again in the ring when the true pressure is on. You must think of your loved ones. You will not vote for him."
Static. Flash of an image of Gian Jones. Phrixus looking at the camera.
"Are you one who can tolerate open bigotry? Is that where you cast your lot, where you pledge your support? If you ignore a person, tolerate their behavior because they do not target your demographic, who will be left you support you once they do? You must think of your basic humanity. You will not vote for him."
Static. Flash of an image of Ryan Hanneman. Reversed profile of Phrixus.
"You're a hard-working person. You're dedicated to your job. You show up for work every day. You're a good person, at least you tell yourself that. Do you know what the cure is for the wicked man's blues? Of course you don't. You're a good person. You despise the wicked, you shame them. Vice. Rage. Hatred. Aren't you better than that?"
Static. Flash of an image of Cypress Morgan and Chaos. Phrixus looking at the camera.
"It is a despicable act to betray one's own blood. It sickens you. Honor thy mother and father, you have been commanded as such. Should we not also honor our brothers and sisters? How can you trust a person that betrays his own kind? A person that spits on his own heritage? What do you make of a person that stands alongside that, and takes the action as his own. You must look to your blood. You cannot stand for this."
Static. Silhoutte of Phrixus, blacked out by a light behind him.
"These five all think they have the advantage. They think that I cannot prepare for them, certainly not all of them, and therefore not the individual. Yet I know them all. I know the darkness they all represent. They are all the same. They are all unworthy, and they do not know me. You think me to be blind, you think I cannot see you, but know this, no matter who you are..."
Static, then black.
"You'll never see me coming."
June 15
I never knew my father.
It is an irrelevant fact, much like the sheep's choice to face me on Monday is irrelevant.
I have nothing to be concerned with when it comes to Jones or Hanneman. Nor do I have to risk underestimating them, as they will have no support.
There was a time when I thought that the likes of a John Russo put my career at risk. As I got older, I watched the young blood, the likes of Russo, Pierce, and Hastings, and I thought they might one day take my spot, force me out. In the five years since, it has yet to happen. Nor shall it.
I thought the other day that Cypress and Chaos had managed to stumble their way out of the local drinking hole and onto my television screen, but then I realized I had just turned on Duck Dynasty. The most impressive thing about these two is that they still have their teeth. Nevertheless, Cypress has demonstrated himself to be dangerous. Chaos is an unknown, therefore represents his namesake. I must take care.
It took me ten years to get this back. It is mine, and I will not suffer these fools to take it from me.
I never knew my father.
On Monday, whoever comes through that curtain finds out who their daddy is.
The wheel turns.
Another week, and for the third time in four of them, people call me a loser. They think I have tasted defeat. They are fools. I have but one goal, one aim, one care.
It is intact.
This time it was Cypress Morgan, significant in that I may see him again next week. In truth, it would surprise me if I didn't. After all, he "beat" me, didn't he? The sheep want to see conflict. They want to throw down their hard earned money, think that they spent it to see a special moment. Cypress can beat Fear, let's see him take the title.
Fools.
This is a marathon, not a sprint. What matters is that the Cross-Hemisphere Title remain around my waist. Sometimes, that means taking a step back before you can move forward.
You must know your opponent. Know the crowd. Know the mindset. Know how to pull the strings.
Now dance, sheep.
* * * * *
The static on your screen flickers and fades into the image of Phrixus Deimos.
"They tell me that my fate is in your hands. That you're going to decide my destiny. You're going to cast your vote, pick my opponent. Decide who is worthy. I'll make it simple for you."
Static. Close-up of Phrixus.
"None of them are."
Static. Flash of an image of John Russo. Profile of Phrixus.
"When John Russo debuted in LWF, he competed under the ring name of 'Nero,' named for the emperor who infamously fiddled while Rome burned. Russo was a sinner who lusted for another's woman, for my woman. It burned, just as his recent marriage burned. He is a failure as a human being, much as he has failed time and again in the ring when the true pressure is on. You must think of your loved ones. You will not vote for him."
Static. Flash of an image of Gian Jones. Phrixus looking at the camera.
"Are you one who can tolerate open bigotry? Is that where you cast your lot, where you pledge your support? If you ignore a person, tolerate their behavior because they do not target your demographic, who will be left you support you once they do? You must think of your basic humanity. You will not vote for him."
Static. Flash of an image of Ryan Hanneman. Reversed profile of Phrixus.
"You're a hard-working person. You're dedicated to your job. You show up for work every day. You're a good person, at least you tell yourself that. Do you know what the cure is for the wicked man's blues? Of course you don't. You're a good person. You despise the wicked, you shame them. Vice. Rage. Hatred. Aren't you better than that?"
Static. Flash of an image of Cypress Morgan and Chaos. Phrixus looking at the camera.
"It is a despicable act to betray one's own blood. It sickens you. Honor thy mother and father, you have been commanded as such. Should we not also honor our brothers and sisters? How can you trust a person that betrays his own kind? A person that spits on his own heritage? What do you make of a person that stands alongside that, and takes the action as his own. You must look to your blood. You cannot stand for this."
Static. Silhoutte of Phrixus, blacked out by a light behind him.
"These five all think they have the advantage. They think that I cannot prepare for them, certainly not all of them, and therefore not the individual. Yet I know them all. I know the darkness they all represent. They are all the same. They are all unworthy, and they do not know me. You think me to be blind, you think I cannot see you, but know this, no matter who you are..."
Static, then black.
"You'll never see me coming."
* * * * *
June 15
I never knew my father.
It is an irrelevant fact, much like the sheep's choice to face me on Monday is irrelevant.
I have nothing to be concerned with when it comes to Jones or Hanneman. Nor do I have to risk underestimating them, as they will have no support.
There was a time when I thought that the likes of a John Russo put my career at risk. As I got older, I watched the young blood, the likes of Russo, Pierce, and Hastings, and I thought they might one day take my spot, force me out. In the five years since, it has yet to happen. Nor shall it.
I thought the other day that Cypress and Chaos had managed to stumble their way out of the local drinking hole and onto my television screen, but then I realized I had just turned on Duck Dynasty. The most impressive thing about these two is that they still have their teeth. Nevertheless, Cypress has demonstrated himself to be dangerous. Chaos is an unknown, therefore represents his namesake. I must take care.
It took me ten years to get this back. It is mine, and I will not suffer these fools to take it from me.
I never knew my father.
On Monday, whoever comes through that curtain finds out who their daddy is.
