Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Dec 7, 2014 22:33:42 GMT -5
“FEAR!”
It was without hesitation that Hastings grabbed Phrixus by the shirt with both hands and drove him into the hallway wall. The only glimmer of reaction was the hint of a smile on the face of the Embodiment of Fear.
“Donovan. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“What’s your endgame with Travis?”
“You will have to elaborate.”
“What do you want with him?”
“Are you concerned? No reason for that. He needed my help, as you did once.”
“You’re manipulating him.”
“Perhaps. Why would you care? You have made your own violent intentions towards him quite clear.”
“I don’t need you in my business again.”
“Is that it? Or perhaps, it troubles you that you may have been replaced again?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It is something that the pair of you have in common, is it not? Your places in this world have become so unstable. Roberts, replaced in your faction. Yourself, replaced as as the face of that same faction, replaced as the icon set to represent as the World Champion. Both by the same person, no less. It would seem to me that Remi Monroe has taken a lot from both of you. Perhaps instead of your petty squabble, it would better serve you both to put your differences aside and come together to thank me for what I intend to do to your shared detractor.”
“Get out of my head.”
Hastings gave him a final shove and released his hold on his shirt. As the Lord of Pain began to walk away, the Embodiment of Fear began a cold laugh. Hastings paused for a moment, and looked back at his eternal nemesis.
“What’s so funny?”
Phrixus simply smiled.
“Do not be so concerned, Donovan. You will always be my favorite toy.”
Static.
The white noise fades into the image of Fear. He fills the screen, as the camera fades back, he is all that can be seen.
You have been deceived.
Do not allow yourself to be concerned with this. It is not an uncommon occurrence. After all, this is the business of the industry, is it not? The consumer is nothing more than a puppet, one to be manipulated such that they open their wallet. This is why you should not have taken offense when a group actually dubbed themselves the Puppet Masters. They were not telling you anything that you should not have already known.
As such, there are those among you who believe that the rise of Remedy Monroe to the top is an epic success story to be championed.
Deimos opens his arms, and the darkness around him springs to life, a flurry of monitors showing the struggles of Remi Monroe. His early debut as a fan favorite along Vaughn Brennen, his match with Donovan Hastings at the Massive Melee, battling in the High Roller ladder match, as well as shots of him with his various championship belts. Among the imagery is Monroe standing alongside Deimos himself as the Cooperative Champions, Cape Fear, and him pinning Jet Somers to win the World Heavyweight Championship.
Indeed, we have all watched the ascension of the Swampland Superman as he has grown from an afterthought to the benchmark itself. There are even those among us who recognize him for the true coward and opportunist that he is.
Deimos snaps his fingers, and the footage quickly shifts to show Remi Monroe as he drags the Cross-Hemisphere Championship with contempt, flees the Battleground cell, and hides in the crowd during the Global Challenge and atop the steel cage during the Massive Melee.
Perhaps there are some who admire Monroe because he exists as proof as to what can be achieved despite laziness and dishonor. Perhaps you do not need to employ respect or commitment in your life. After all, Remi Monroe did not, and look at what he achieved? Yet I say to you, you can be better. You already are, are you not? Have you not worked hard for that which you have, what you have achieved? It must torment you so, watching a person who would laugh at your efforts be so rewarded. You can not stand for it. You must not stand for it.
You have no option, no choice but to reject Remi Monroe as your World Heavyweight Champion. He does not represent you, he does not care for you. He views you as a tool, and object to manipulate to his benefit, as he has so many others. Look no further than this current meteoric rise. He fails to defeat the Puppet Masters on his own so he joins the group instead, in doing so driving a wedge into perhaps the most iconic friendship and partnership in our industry. He uses the weak-minded and less-fortunate as a shield to deflect attention while he waits for his moment, ultimately striking in the manner that he always does, when the focus is elsewhere. That is how Remi Monroe became the World Heavyweight Champion.
You can say that he is brilliant. He would urinate on your leg and tell you that it is raining. Would you believe him if he did? Could you be proud of yourself if you did so?
You should not feel guilty if you have been led astray. This man is a master illusionist, he has shown us that repeatedly over the years. After all, what are we all but puppets set on strings? Who can fault you when those strings are pulled?
When the time comes that you need a savior, where can you turn? Who is there that would not simply lead you further astray? This group, these Puppet Masters, they have conquered all, have they not? The Piercing Media Network, desolated. The Devil’s Most Wanted, ineffective. Morgan. Edwards. Somers. All fallen. When you ask yourself where you should turn, what can be done to change all this, there is one thing that you should know.
The camera slowly pulls back in to the face of the Embodiment of Fear.
There are no strings on me.
Static.
It was without hesitation that Hastings grabbed Phrixus by the shirt with both hands and drove him into the hallway wall. The only glimmer of reaction was the hint of a smile on the face of the Embodiment of Fear.
“Donovan. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“What’s your endgame with Travis?”
“You will have to elaborate.”
“What do you want with him?”
“Are you concerned? No reason for that. He needed my help, as you did once.”
“You’re manipulating him.”
“Perhaps. Why would you care? You have made your own violent intentions towards him quite clear.”
“I don’t need you in my business again.”
“Is that it? Or perhaps, it troubles you that you may have been replaced again?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It is something that the pair of you have in common, is it not? Your places in this world have become so unstable. Roberts, replaced in your faction. Yourself, replaced as as the face of that same faction, replaced as the icon set to represent as the World Champion. Both by the same person, no less. It would seem to me that Remi Monroe has taken a lot from both of you. Perhaps instead of your petty squabble, it would better serve you both to put your differences aside and come together to thank me for what I intend to do to your shared detractor.”
“Get out of my head.”
Hastings gave him a final shove and released his hold on his shirt. As the Lord of Pain began to walk away, the Embodiment of Fear began a cold laugh. Hastings paused for a moment, and looked back at his eternal nemesis.
“What’s so funny?”
Phrixus simply smiled.
“Do not be so concerned, Donovan. You will always be my favorite toy.”
* * * * *
Static.
The white noise fades into the image of Fear. He fills the screen, as the camera fades back, he is all that can be seen.
You have been deceived.
Do not allow yourself to be concerned with this. It is not an uncommon occurrence. After all, this is the business of the industry, is it not? The consumer is nothing more than a puppet, one to be manipulated such that they open their wallet. This is why you should not have taken offense when a group actually dubbed themselves the Puppet Masters. They were not telling you anything that you should not have already known.
As such, there are those among you who believe that the rise of Remedy Monroe to the top is an epic success story to be championed.
Deimos opens his arms, and the darkness around him springs to life, a flurry of monitors showing the struggles of Remi Monroe. His early debut as a fan favorite along Vaughn Brennen, his match with Donovan Hastings at the Massive Melee, battling in the High Roller ladder match, as well as shots of him with his various championship belts. Among the imagery is Monroe standing alongside Deimos himself as the Cooperative Champions, Cape Fear, and him pinning Jet Somers to win the World Heavyweight Championship.
Indeed, we have all watched the ascension of the Swampland Superman as he has grown from an afterthought to the benchmark itself. There are even those among us who recognize him for the true coward and opportunist that he is.
Deimos snaps his fingers, and the footage quickly shifts to show Remi Monroe as he drags the Cross-Hemisphere Championship with contempt, flees the Battleground cell, and hides in the crowd during the Global Challenge and atop the steel cage during the Massive Melee.
Perhaps there are some who admire Monroe because he exists as proof as to what can be achieved despite laziness and dishonor. Perhaps you do not need to employ respect or commitment in your life. After all, Remi Monroe did not, and look at what he achieved? Yet I say to you, you can be better. You already are, are you not? Have you not worked hard for that which you have, what you have achieved? It must torment you so, watching a person who would laugh at your efforts be so rewarded. You can not stand for it. You must not stand for it.
You have no option, no choice but to reject Remi Monroe as your World Heavyweight Champion. He does not represent you, he does not care for you. He views you as a tool, and object to manipulate to his benefit, as he has so many others. Look no further than this current meteoric rise. He fails to defeat the Puppet Masters on his own so he joins the group instead, in doing so driving a wedge into perhaps the most iconic friendship and partnership in our industry. He uses the weak-minded and less-fortunate as a shield to deflect attention while he waits for his moment, ultimately striking in the manner that he always does, when the focus is elsewhere. That is how Remi Monroe became the World Heavyweight Champion.
You can say that he is brilliant. He would urinate on your leg and tell you that it is raining. Would you believe him if he did? Could you be proud of yourself if you did so?
You should not feel guilty if you have been led astray. This man is a master illusionist, he has shown us that repeatedly over the years. After all, what are we all but puppets set on strings? Who can fault you when those strings are pulled?
When the time comes that you need a savior, where can you turn? Who is there that would not simply lead you further astray? This group, these Puppet Masters, they have conquered all, have they not? The Piercing Media Network, desolated. The Devil’s Most Wanted, ineffective. Morgan. Edwards. Somers. All fallen. When you ask yourself where you should turn, what can be done to change all this, there is one thing that you should know.
The camera slowly pulls back in to the face of the Embodiment of Fear.
There are no strings on me.
Static.