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| Crimson Shards | Apr 8 2005, 06:20 AM Post #1 |
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We fade in to find ourselves staring at a camera guy and camera....no wait, it is infact a reflection of a camera guy and camera. Now it becomes more apparent we are infact staring right at the FIW staff filming this segment, sitting in the reflection just a bit infront of him on a stool rests onikage. The leather masked wrestler has his fists taped already, his boots laced, his tights and shirt on. No longer sporting the bandages on the arm that had been hurt by orion the week earlier on Slam. His dark hazel eyes staring directly into the reflection of himself. He takes in a deep inhale and down a deep exhale, his breathe almost appearing as steam as it came from onikage's mouth showing us that they are in quite a cold area wherever they are. Since the rest of the room/area around them is hidden in pure darkness. The only lighting being the tiny light on the camera that is filming all this, onikage gently rubs his taped hand over his other and up to the damaged arm. Onikage: Hypocrite, it's meaning? To be or act false, that dear prophet suits you so well. It is why i choose that word oh so carefully, the false prophet, the hypocrite prophet. Yes that has a nice ring to it doesn't it marc? A nice ring indeed, though you see marc i'm not here to call you a false prophet, i'm not here to call you hypocrite. Not on this day, oh no, i've decided upon some thing very important marc. Some thing i'm sure will just annoy you right down to that dark heart that lays inside your chest. You see marc....it came to me as i was watching your little response to one of the messages i sent to you. I knew you would, you always do afterall. Hell i'm sure you'll respond to this soon enough. But i'm getting off track now, see what you cause me to do? Tsk tsk tsk. As i watched it marc i came to realization. Your opinion is utterly and completely worthless. I state that i'm not afraid and yet you still try to feed that horrible ego of your's by claiming i am. By claiming you can hear it in my voice, in my body launage and so on. You see marc this is like telling a full man he's hungry, no matter HOW much you say it it doesn't make it true. But you see my point i'm trying to make getting back to the main one is this, i'm not even bothering responding to your threats, to your thoughts any more. It's insulting to my intelligence, to the fans', and a waste of time and money. As no matter how wrong i prove youe theories, no matter how much of a fool i reveal you to be. Your arrpogance never makes you stop once to think. It never makes you ponder, it is rather pathetic trait to you false prophet. Though the most amusing aspect is the fact you, YOU, think you've done no wrong. That you are sinfree, at least i am not arrogant enough to just blindly believe i am some pure devivine justice. I admit it marc, I AM A SINNER! I'VE SINNED! I'VE SINNED PLENTY OF TIMES! But that was why it seeked me out, it was why the unnamed one choose me. It could have choosen many others among us sinners, you including being one and for one then you'd actually have a true godly power to follow and not your sham. But the reason it choose me? Well i'm not even entirely sure, it told me that it saw potential in me. To become some thing better, to do some thing better with my existence. But i do believe there is more to it then that. Another difference between your arrogance and confidence for you marc is the fact that you refuse to accept the fact you may lose. I however do accept that fact, i may and could possibly lose. Though cause of this i try and prepare, i attempt to make sure i eliminate any factors that could lead to that lose. I am realistic about it though, it will not crush my ego unlike you if i lose. Will it hurt my pride? Yes, i can't deny that it would hurt my pride. But i'll live... Onikage sits straight up, stretching his arms a bit. Pushing the hair out of his face before he went back to staring directly into his reflection. Onikage: Now we are done with that, marc malicious seems to fail to realize the theory of karma. What goes around comes around, marc has stepped on many of people. He has used and abused people, trying to push himself to the top of Slam. Knowing and enjoying the whole time what he was doing to these people. Marc did certain things that some times they brought him more success while other times it would cause him serious step backs just to please that ego of his. Though the irony is no matter how much he schemes, steals, cheats, plans, and generally is the defination of evil to try and reach the top. Each and every time he's almost there, he can taste it, he has it nearly in his grasp, the mountain gives way and he tumbles back down beaten and blue. In each time he has ended back where he was to begin with, and like a fool he tries again. He tries the same exact things, the same exact ways each and every time. Not realing perhaps it is his methods of climbing this mountain that is Slam are what is wrong. That trying to push aside others and destroy others and cause general chaos in his pathway. Smashing and destroying his path in the proccess and thus each and every time it gives way. Though it ends at anarchy in the UK malicious, no more climbing, no more trying to toss others aside. You see i like many have swam in the gutter that you create and tried to put every one in for far too long. I'm climbing up this pathway, calm, collective, focused on my target as i take you down. I beat you till your bloody, till your broken and then toss you down once more. But this time marc, when i toss you back down i'll be tossing you into that gutter you made for your victums. I'm tossing you in there and i'll watch as you sink. I'll watch as you drown under the sheer weight of all your sins, the weight of your ego. I will take back that championship gold you kept warm till it could return to it's rightful owners. You will begin to understand as the hours close in on anarchy in the UK, and it is at that match that you will finally realize and understand. You'll finally see the truth, that it was not you who was trying to save me. But me trying to save you from what awaits you once this is all over. Now marc, come and repeat yourself again about how i'm afraid of you...i need some chuckles before anarchy false prophet.... Onikage lowers his head, resting his arms on his knees as his hair falls all down covering his head. Making it no longer possible to see onikage's expression. We fade to black, ending this segment round as onikage sits in silence.... |
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