Post by Lord Hastings on Jun 15, 2009 16:35:45 GMT -5
Hastings is by himself in a cemetary.
Hastings: Today is Memorial Day. Do you know where we are?
Cameraman: Of course, I'm standing right here.
Hastings shoots an angry look slightly off camera, clearly at the cameraman.
Hastings: It's rhetorical, you goof. I'm trying to make a speech here.
Cameraman: All I know is I'm supposed to be at a fucking BBQ and instead I'm here with you instead.
Hastings: You will watch your language in the prescence of your Lord.
Cameraman (mumbling): I should be watching myself eating a hamburger...
Hastings stares at the tomb in front of him.
Hastings: This is the Arlington National Cemetary in Virginia. Before us lies the Tomb of the Unknowns. On this Memorial Day, I thought it was important to take a moment to acknowledge them. Yet what we are truely acknowledging is an idea, isn't it? The people themselves are but a footnote.
He looks sharply at the camera.
Hastings: I will not be an unknown. I will not be a footnote in history. My path, my destiny to which I am being called, it is to be a legend. I've been saying it since my first day in Global Impact Wrestling, and I repeat it here today. I am climbing the rungs, ascending the ladder, and in a few short days at Toxic Intent I will capture my first bit of true glory, and it will be memorable indeed.
Hastings opens his arms, and the wind takes his cloak slightly.
Hastings: I am called the Lord of Pain. It is because I excel at inflicting precisely that. Pain and suffering. Chris Austin underestimates both me and what I am capable of. In this hardcore environment that awaits us in just a few short days, I can do to Chris Austin anything that I want. I will tear him asunder, and soon he will be nothing but himself a forgotten footnote, lost to history. If people remember him it will be for the image that will forever be frozen in their mind, the sight of him broken and bleeding, kneeling before me in a pool of his own blood. So it shall be done.
He turns back and stares at the memorial.
Hastings: And my legend will grant me true immortality, remembered forever.
He looks back at the camera.
Hastings: It is inevitable.
The image fades to black.
Hastings: Today is Memorial Day. Do you know where we are?
Cameraman: Of course, I'm standing right here.
Hastings shoots an angry look slightly off camera, clearly at the cameraman.
Hastings: It's rhetorical, you goof. I'm trying to make a speech here.
Cameraman: All I know is I'm supposed to be at a fucking BBQ and instead I'm here with you instead.
Hastings: You will watch your language in the prescence of your Lord.
Cameraman (mumbling): I should be watching myself eating a hamburger...
Hastings stares at the tomb in front of him.
Hastings: This is the Arlington National Cemetary in Virginia. Before us lies the Tomb of the Unknowns. On this Memorial Day, I thought it was important to take a moment to acknowledge them. Yet what we are truely acknowledging is an idea, isn't it? The people themselves are but a footnote.
He looks sharply at the camera.
Hastings: I will not be an unknown. I will not be a footnote in history. My path, my destiny to which I am being called, it is to be a legend. I've been saying it since my first day in Global Impact Wrestling, and I repeat it here today. I am climbing the rungs, ascending the ladder, and in a few short days at Toxic Intent I will capture my first bit of true glory, and it will be memorable indeed.
Hastings opens his arms, and the wind takes his cloak slightly.
Hastings: I am called the Lord of Pain. It is because I excel at inflicting precisely that. Pain and suffering. Chris Austin underestimates both me and what I am capable of. In this hardcore environment that awaits us in just a few short days, I can do to Chris Austin anything that I want. I will tear him asunder, and soon he will be nothing but himself a forgotten footnote, lost to history. If people remember him it will be for the image that will forever be frozen in their mind, the sight of him broken and bleeding, kneeling before me in a pool of his own blood. So it shall be done.
He turns back and stares at the memorial.
Hastings: And my legend will grant me true immortality, remembered forever.
He looks back at the camera.
Hastings: It is inevitable.
The image fades to black.
