Post by EmbodimentOfFear on Aug 3, 2010 8:53:22 GMT -5
July 27
The journey is complete. For the fourth time in my career, I have conquered a promotion and stand atop it as their champion and representative to the world. Why then, this feeling?
When I won the LWF World Championship, it was during one of the darkest periods in its history. The title was mine for little more than a month before it was rendered worthless, as LWF took its famous hiatus. When it reopened over two years later, I was pushed aside as an afterthought, left to be the master to a pompous and arrogant pupil. Today, the master remains the master, as Hastings proved himself still unworthy of me and my legacy. Yet this leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
My focus is always on the larger purpose, as I do not allow myself to get caught up in the minor skirmishes. The goal, always, is to win the war. My failure to win Kiseragi’s tournament was acceptable due to the collective effort that restored honor and integrity to the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. I could walk away from my match with Somers last month because his dark truth had been exposed. Yet for once I have to wonder, have I won the battle, yet lost the war?
I wanted everyone to remember the truth about Hastings. See him for what he has been, the evils he has unleashed, the darkness of his heart, which everyone had forgotten. Everyone, it would seem, except for Hastings himself.
As for my personal struggles with the now former champion, I consider this chapter closed. It’s time to move on, and carve my own niche in this new world separate from my past. The reminders continue to be ever-present, as the invalid saw fit to besmirch this journal onward, leaving his graffiti scattered throughout future pages. I refuse to validate his efforts.
August 2
I have been scheduled to appear on Pierce’s low-budget “newscast.” I despise interviews, but Ooley stopped by and showed me that honoring such requests is required by my contract as World Champion. I must remember to render his bat into kindling should the opportunity present itself.
August 6
Pierce is a moron.
August 8
My match tomorrow night is with Jet Somers. Over the past several months, Somers presents a fascinating case study. In the aftermath of Revolution, he passed his actions off as though he had them planned all along. In truth, it would seem that Somers has come unhinged. His actions are erratic in appearance, with seemingly no pattern. I can’t help but wonder if it was my doing that drove him to this. How delicious, if that were to be true.
[glow=red,2,300]I am the very model of a modern major general.[/glow]
Still hate him.
The journey is complete. For the fourth time in my career, I have conquered a promotion and stand atop it as their champion and representative to the world. Why then, this feeling?
When I won the LWF World Championship, it was during one of the darkest periods in its history. The title was mine for little more than a month before it was rendered worthless, as LWF took its famous hiatus. When it reopened over two years later, I was pushed aside as an afterthought, left to be the master to a pompous and arrogant pupil. Today, the master remains the master, as Hastings proved himself still unworthy of me and my legacy. Yet this leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
My focus is always on the larger purpose, as I do not allow myself to get caught up in the minor skirmishes. The goal, always, is to win the war. My failure to win Kiseragi’s tournament was acceptable due to the collective effort that restored honor and integrity to the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. I could walk away from my match with Somers last month because his dark truth had been exposed. Yet for once I have to wonder, have I won the battle, yet lost the war?
I wanted everyone to remember the truth about Hastings. See him for what he has been, the evils he has unleashed, the darkness of his heart, which everyone had forgotten. Everyone, it would seem, except for Hastings himself.
As for my personal struggles with the now former champion, I consider this chapter closed. It’s time to move on, and carve my own niche in this new world separate from my past. The reminders continue to be ever-present, as the invalid saw fit to besmirch this journal onward, leaving his graffiti scattered throughout future pages. I refuse to validate his efforts.
August 2
I have been scheduled to appear on Pierce’s low-budget “newscast.” I despise interviews, but Ooley stopped by and showed me that honoring such requests is required by my contract as World Champion. I must remember to render his bat into kindling should the opportunity present itself.
August 6
Pierce is a moron.
August 8
My match tomorrow night is with Jet Somers. Over the past several months, Somers presents a fascinating case study. In the aftermath of Revolution, he passed his actions off as though he had them planned all along. In truth, it would seem that Somers has come unhinged. His actions are erratic in appearance, with seemingly no pattern. I can’t help but wonder if it was my doing that drove him to this. How delicious, if that were to be true.
[glow=red,2,300]I am the very model of a modern major general.[/glow]
Still hate him.