Post by thecrazedanarchist on Jul 2, 2016 23:13:01 GMT -5
It's quite fitting how things have worked out since I made my presence known in this company. My first pay per view was an event entitled "To Be Determined." A great bit of Anarchy. Not knowing what will happen or whom we, the competitors, shall face. Not knowing anything about it other than names will be drawn from a hat. My kind of party if you ask me.
Here we are yet again, at an event that is to my liking. Anarchy running roughshod through this place and I am headlining one of the days with multiple others. Holden, Fear, the lovely Ms. Morgan, Gabriel, and Moss. They say more, but really, why should any of us be worried?
My take on this is, they threw me into this fray. This bit of shenanigans that pits us all in a way that we do not know. I am a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. So why wouldn't I come into this guns blazing? Why wouldn't I come into this with every bit of anything I can think of to make sure I walk out with the Cross Hemisphere Title?
Fear, as always, your work is respected by me. I approve of everything you do. And you are right. I should've taken the chance to prove myself against you before stepping into he ring with Holden. You have revolutionized this business. Yet that will not save you from what I have in store for this glorious day of reckoning. You, kind sir, will fall at my hands. The hands of Anarchy.
Doctor Baal, I have taken a look in the mirror, just for you. Well, that is a lie. Since I'm being accused of being a liar, I may as well play the part. I looked in the mirror to put my mask on. A mask that conceals my true identity for good reason. Why wouldn't I want to hide that bit? Takes all the surprise out of it. Now, back to my point. I have been lying to you all. I want this governing body to burn, yet I don't want this industry or this company to burn. I want the powers that be to realize that they need me. You, Gabriel, need me. I create confusion and chaos so that my victim may fall in the most glorious of fashions.
You have entered into my war with Holden Orson. You have been placed on the battlefield and will in turn act as collateral damage. This fight that we will be a part of, it will be a big one. I have to have this facade of what I really am for one reason, good doctor. And that reason is this. To achieve my goal of ruining Holden Orson, I have to play by the rule that this place has of me competing in matches with rules. If I was running around setting things on fire and looting the merchandise carts and things of that nature, I'd end up in jail and not allowed back into the company. I don't want that. So I must lie and make my claims, whilst doing what I can with the tools I've been given. Consider this a chance for me to call my campaign of Anarchy, Anarchy Lite. Yes, much like the beers.
Moving on, Eden Morgan. You've had your big moments and you've had some shit ones. Unfortunately for you, this will end up as a shit one to add to the list. I applaud everything you do in the ring and behind the scenes, yet you aren't ready for what is to come.
Edwards, do us all a favor and stay retired.
And now, the man of the hour. Holden fucking Orson. You escaped last month. Yet I wouldn't allow it on Synergy. The rules at that point did not apply, making my claims more truthful than a lie that Gabriel claims them to be. You hold a prize that I must rip away from you. You've avoided Anarchy for long enough.
The reason for this is simple. You have done things to me that are unspeakable at this time and have made me hate you. I decided to go on this tear against you because you have to atone. Not like Cercei Lannister and make a naked walk of a atonement, no. You must be beaten by me. You must lose everything you've ever loved because of me. You have lost Waldo. Last week, you lost a match to me. And next week, you will lose your Cross Hemisphere Title to me.
The reason for this is simple. You have done things to me that are unspeakable at this time and have made me hate you. I decided to go on this tear against you because you have to atone. Not like Cercei Lannister and make a naked walk of a atonement, no. You must be beaten by me. You must lose everything you've ever loved because of me. You have lost Waldo. Last week, you lost a match to me. And next week, you will lose your Cross Hemisphere Title to me.
I will shit on everything you love, and burn your entire world to the ground in the process. And when the dust settles, I will unveil everything you've ever wanted to know. Who, what, when, where, and why. Truly why. Not this vague disguise of why. Because why is what really matters int his scenario.
To all of you, this day of reckoning is coming. There will be a Purge of sorts. There is no hiding from the pain that is coming to you. And there is no way to avoid the reign of Anarchy that is about to begin. Because it always reigns supreme.
