Post by ryangraves on Apr 20, 2017 2:13:42 GMT
As the camera fades into a dark room. A man sits in the middle. He rocks slightly … back … forth … again. You cannot see his face, because it's bent towards the ground, chin touching his chest. His long, dark hair falls covering his face and reaching for the floor. Remnants of a white cloth bandage dangle from the man's head … with his hair … towards the floor. No sound, barely a sight. All of a sudden, the silence is broken …
“It's time. Before I sensed it … I felt it coming. Now it is upon me. It surrounds me … envelops me. I am certain of it. You were the messenger. You remnants of the past brought me the future. You brought it to me. I will thank you. I will thank you in the way you thank others. I bring myself here; to you. And you thank me through violence and cowardice. But what other ways do you know? None, I would suppose. You were all once "great", they say. They say you were but were you truly? Greatness is attained when power is tempered with a conscience. Through your actions, you illustrate your lack of conscience … and therefore greatness. So … I must ask … what is your purpose? Why do you drag yourself from bed every morning and pretend? Pretend to be something you constantly show that you are not…”
The man shifts, a phase of moonlight plowed through the lines of his face, flooding his features …
“The lot of you, the group of pretenders you are. You run together because alone you are nothing. You are wasted space. For each one of you, the other creates the illusion of greatness. You create your illusions so that you may sleep at night. However now that it is time, I will take your illusions. Then … what will you have? A group of nothing. I'll thrust you into the light so that you are shown. Force you in front of a mirror so that you can see. So that they … and you see that you are indeed nothing as I have known all along…”
As he moves his head back and forth his hair dances in the silver light of the night. His face aches, radiates the feeling etched on his face and in his monster dark brown eyes …
“A few short days and someone will lose them. The first. Lose the illusions of course. You feel you have control. You have convinced yourself that the things you create, the greatness and the constant thoughts of it are truth. But in your mind … in your pathetic mind, you know it to be false. I know this just by seeing you. Just by laying my eyes upon what is you I see it. So what makes you think the people that you are trying to fool are not seeing the same? _YOU FOOLS!_ Your ignorance shines like the moon upon my _FACE_! I will _OPEN_ your eyes. I will _SHOW_ the world that this ignorance that is your bliss is false and that you are indeed what I have known all along … NOTHING.”
“...I will show you… so that we may all … have your storybook ending …”
“The Tyrant of Pandemonium is coming to Phoenix Wrestling and it won’t be for the weak of heart …”
The face, now masked in a silvery-white light is that of Ryan Graves. He is battered quite badly, the white bandage stained with blood and sweat twirls in a slight breeze. He is sitting, ever so calmly in the middle of the room...no sound, no action. Just sitting, waiting and pondering …
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, vegetables and faggots… I bring you what is a lesson in warpaths. A warpath is when an army goes through their target and decimates them; leaving them either destroyed or at the lowest of lows; that’ll take years for them to recover. Many examples in history show warpaths, like when Hitler went through half of Europe on his Blitzkrieg. Alexander the Great went through Phoenicia, Gaza, Giza, etc… and of course, Genghis Khan that took his united Mongolians and conquered all of Eurasia. I’m sure Hirooki Raijin has no idea what I’m talking about – he’s from Tokyo, Japan. And we all know Japanese men not only have small dicks but also having an IQ smaller than the animals he fucks on a daily basis at his sweat shop.
You’re missing the big picture here, Hirooki Raijin. I find it very odd you have been in Phoenix Wrestling over a month and haven’t shown your ugly mug. Which leads me to the question of why? And the only explanation I can think of is because you are scared. You realize you signed your name on a contract that you couldn’t get rid out of. But have no fear Raijin I am going to make an example out of you. The Tyrant of Pandemonium legacy begins on April 30th. It is time to create my warpath. Do you even understand the words that are coming out my mouth?
Phoenix Wrestling wasn’t the only place I created a warpath. Go ahead and ask around Hirooki? Go back to where I grew up in Pittsburgh and ask about me. You will learn that I have been a tyrant my entire life and have left nothing but pandemonium in my path. Did not matter if it was in eighth grade, high school, college, bars, alleyways … if you crossed my path I made you pay for it. Have you tried to venture out of your comfort zone? I come to Phoenix Wrestling to expand my legacy with the beautiful Gabriele Hellstrom by my side. I want to break the limits, cross the lines, and enrage everyone around me because it seems to peaceful here. I want people to walk around the back and say to themselves ‘this guy is a fucking dick’. They will all be right. I am a dick. BUT I SPEAK THE TRUTH WHEN I SAY I AM A DICK, BUT A FUCKING SUCCESSFUL DICK. You can hate me – but you got to respect me.
Where’s your warpath, Hirooki Raijin? Where can you legitimately claim that you destroyed everyone in your wake and stood tall over everyone opponent? Maybe back in the day, those decades ago when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, but this is 2017 now Hirooki Raijin. You’re getting old. I’m in my early twenties, still young and ready to go. Hell, not even cancer will take down the Tyrant of Pandemonium. That’s right I beat cancer when I was a teenager. If cancer that infects the very soul of a person wasn’t able to kill me, what makes you think you’re going to leave a fucking scratch? You’re not. And when I’m done with you, where are you going to crawl to next? Maybe Slaine Rodrick will finally ship your ass back into a box to Japan. Might have to retire Hirooki Raijin and leave the wrestling business for good. That’s fine Hirooki Raijin, you’ve had your decades of winning I am sure in your homeland but eventually, as time goes on, your body starts to catch up on you and you become obsolete. Kind of like the country you’re so proud of… you call yourself an icon of Japanese wrestling but if I’m not mistaken; they lost. An icon for a bunch of losers? That’s why I don’t associate with anyone except me, myself, and I… because I am this damn incredible. April 30th needs to come soon Hirooki Raijin – so you can learn the hard truth that my warpath of Phoenix Wrestling is just beginning. And for everyone in my way… it’s going to hurt really fucking bad.
A new chapter. She was used to working hard for her dreams, just the dreams sometimes changed. So she was not even surprised with the situation she found herself in. Wrestling manager. Go for it Gabby.
She had opened the shop around an hour ago, selling small stuff. A game here. A toy there. Sipping from her Macha Latte while reading a comic, she didn't hear him enter.
As the door opens in walks a medium sized figured wearing a black cut-off shirt and a pair of black denim jeans. As the man approaches Gabby a smile appears on his face.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings ma’am … Someone could have entered in here and had your way with you all because you have your head in that comic book.”
She was aware of the voice and just licked over her top lip. Not looking up yet. Hiding a smile.
“If they did that… my boyfriend would have to kick their heads off. He ain't the most friendly man.”
The man smirks and just nods his head.
“So this boyfriend of yours is he big? Is he a Tyrant? Does he love Pandemonium?”
She finally let out a sweet laughter. Her big blue eyes looking at him.
“Now that you mention it, they call him the Tyrant of the Pandemonium. You ever met him? Huge guy.”
“I might have. So I am guessing he is pretty intimidating then?”
She walked around the wooden table, looking up at him. Her fingers softly running over his arm.
“You would run away screaming.”
“You sure about that?”
A smirk still on his face but his eyes show no fear in them.
“I am certain Sir. Even seeing us so close would drive him insane.” She giggled softly before pulling him down. Kissing him.
As the man bites the bottom lip of Gabby as he pulls away from the kiss he tugs on her blonde hair a little. “Then I guess this will have to be our little secret huh?”
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. Playfully she poked him in the side.
“Enough role-playing for one morning. Got your contract finished?”
The man, of course, is Ryan Graves - newest signee of Phoenix Wrestling. As he picks up Gabby and places her on the counter.
“Of course we got a contract. All they had to do was look at me and money came flying out of his pocket.”
“I highly believe my nice smile helped you out. You know I can be quite charming.”
Gabriele wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her smile both, innocent and seductive.
“Yeah he said you would be great eye candy for the Phoenix Wrestling male population. I said to him if any of them look at you the wrong way or touch you then I can't be held accountable for my actions.”
“Is my sweetheart possessive? Feeling the urge to rip someone apart?”
“Absolutely I am. Would you rather me be like all romantic and shit while I can’t defend your honor?”
She laughed right in his face, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. They were only inches away from each. Her strawberry bubblegum filling his nostrils.
“Yeah. I wanna see that. Write me poems and buy me flowers. Take me to dinner and kiss the ground I walk on. Anything I forgot?”
Graves nods as a smile appears on his face.
“A few things but those are for behind closed doors anyway. So how are you going to be able to manage me and the shop? I can be more than a handful at times.”
“Why you think I am here every day? Because I look for an assistant. I can't travel with you and do the shop. And congratulations, I picked you over my baby.”
“I didn't mean for you to pick one or the other. I know how much this shop means to you.”
Gabby noticed the that for a moment he became soft. A side that no one but her ever saw. As if to reassure him, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Longer than before.
“Weird enough… it was not a hard decision.”
“Why is that weird? Do I make you feel uncomfortable? I can go to the gym and workout some more while you finish up in the shop if you want.”
“You ain't going nowhere. I love having you around.” She smiled at him. “It's weird because someone before you wanted me to the same. And I just couldn't. Or didn't wanna. So uncomfortable is as far from the truth as possible.”
“Alright only if you are sure. Don't want to force you to do anything you don't wanna do.” Ryan lifts up Gabby’s in a fluid motion and starts carrying her around the store before he puts her down. He is headed for the exit while he holds her hand.“So you want a hard decision?” He smirks obviously his mind is in the gutter.
“I really need to work on my phrasing.” She fumbled for the keys when they walked out. Locking the shop but not getting off of him. “We need to shop for you anyhow. You need new boots.”
“New boots what is wrong with the ones I have on?”
Graves looks down when he is holding the door open.
“Wrestling boots babe. Let me get you a good luck charm.”
She looked very excited. Her cheeks blushing softly.
“My good luck charm is by my side right now.”
They both smile at one another as Graves hold the door open for Gabby as they exit the shop. The camera fades out.
“Anyone who calls themselves a knight doesn’t deserve the title.”
“A knight knows who they are; they know what they do. When someone’s going around, trying to masquerade as one, they make fun of all the hard work that knights do. So, Crowe, it may bring you some confidence to call yourself a knight, but you’re not one. You are human. I see no knights of the roundtable in Phoenix Wrestling.”
“Now stop calling yourself that. It’s unbecoming of you.”
“You want to know why I’m calling you out on the lies you’re telling? It’s because the discrepancies between you and I. On the night that I debut here in Phoenix Wrestling. I want to make sure everyone knows the truth. You see you were added to this match to give Raijin a fighting chance to survive. They realized soon after signing my name to a contract that I am not messing around.”
“I would have ripped Raijin apart with my bare hands. I would have made an example out of him in a one on one encounter. I would remove any doubts of my own failures because they’d be too focused on what is happening to the men in a heap of his own blood. You see, that’s what a knight would do. That’s what I would do.”
“Would that make me more of a knight than you?”
“I don’t need plans to beat you, Phinehas. Schemes I may have, but none of them involve you. Our match is a simple one. I come in, I beat you, and I continue to solidify myself as a new force here in Phoenix Wrestling. I’m not a kid. I may be a rookie but I have much to prove. I will not be the one who tastes defeat in his debut.”
“You wanted to make knights the strongest monstrosity that walks the earth, but Phinehas, you’re meeting a true monster. The best part of it is, I’m just human. My family, they’re called monsters, but I know that I bleed and breathe just like anyone else. But you forget this crucial fact, Phinehas. Humans are the scariest monsters on Earth right now.”
“You need to realize that humans are terrifying, stronger and more evil than any knight alive right now. The Devil himself fears humans because we’re able to evolve and conquer anything that stands in our way.”
“A man looks upon a beast, ready to tear his throat out if he steps wrong. Instead of running in fear of what may come to pass, he stands against it and says that he will consume it. He cannot vanquish the beast with his brawn alone, but he’ll stay persistent, running the beast down until it cannot fight any longer. When the beast is down and can no longer fight, humans will have their feast. Humans will never fall to demons or angels or knights or anything that isn’t themselves. It’s because we were made to annihilate anything that stands in our way.”
“So, Phinehas Crowe, you … you stand in my way.”
“You may bring some ruthlessness that I have never experienced. You might believe you are going to win, just because you can try to brutalize me as much as possible. Just remember that I’m primed to overcome you. The more time that you talk trying to beat me down, the more time I have to analyze you, see through your every move, and then destroy you. The scariest thing is that it will be a systematic beating.”
“Each punch you throw, I will counter with a well-placed elbow. It will find the crook of your knuckle, ripping apart the muscles there and breaking the bone. A fracture will form up through there before you succumb to the raw pain of a broken hand.”
“You will try to throw a kick, but a simple check will cause a breakage in your leg that will send your leg spiraling out of control. You will not be able to stand. You will fall and you will look up with your eyes. You will see the truest monster in the match and you will realize that the lie that you keep telling yourself is for nothing.”
“And then I will silence you.”
“Knights like you will be persecuted with extreme prejudice. So, when you come to Tempest, try to cheat your way to victory. Use everyone and everything to your advantage but you will soon realize that will not be enough.”
“Welcome to the new era of Phoenix Wrestling, Phinehas.”
“The Era of The Tyrant of Pandemonium has begun …”
“It's time. Before I sensed it … I felt it coming. Now it is upon me. It surrounds me … envelops me. I am certain of it. You were the messenger. You remnants of the past brought me the future. You brought it to me. I will thank you. I will thank you in the way you thank others. I bring myself here; to you. And you thank me through violence and cowardice. But what other ways do you know? None, I would suppose. You were all once "great", they say. They say you were but were you truly? Greatness is attained when power is tempered with a conscience. Through your actions, you illustrate your lack of conscience … and therefore greatness. So … I must ask … what is your purpose? Why do you drag yourself from bed every morning and pretend? Pretend to be something you constantly show that you are not…”
The man shifts, a phase of moonlight plowed through the lines of his face, flooding his features …
“The lot of you, the group of pretenders you are. You run together because alone you are nothing. You are wasted space. For each one of you, the other creates the illusion of greatness. You create your illusions so that you may sleep at night. However now that it is time, I will take your illusions. Then … what will you have? A group of nothing. I'll thrust you into the light so that you are shown. Force you in front of a mirror so that you can see. So that they … and you see that you are indeed nothing as I have known all along…”
As he moves his head back and forth his hair dances in the silver light of the night. His face aches, radiates the feeling etched on his face and in his monster dark brown eyes …
“A few short days and someone will lose them. The first. Lose the illusions of course. You feel you have control. You have convinced yourself that the things you create, the greatness and the constant thoughts of it are truth. But in your mind … in your pathetic mind, you know it to be false. I know this just by seeing you. Just by laying my eyes upon what is you I see it. So what makes you think the people that you are trying to fool are not seeing the same? _YOU FOOLS!_ Your ignorance shines like the moon upon my _FACE_! I will _OPEN_ your eyes. I will _SHOW_ the world that this ignorance that is your bliss is false and that you are indeed what I have known all along … NOTHING.”
“...I will show you… so that we may all … have your storybook ending …”
“The Tyrant of Pandemonium is coming to Phoenix Wrestling and it won’t be for the weak of heart …”
The face, now masked in a silvery-white light is that of Ryan Graves. He is battered quite badly, the white bandage stained with blood and sweat twirls in a slight breeze. He is sitting, ever so calmly in the middle of the room...no sound, no action. Just sitting, waiting and pondering …
****************************************
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, vegetables and faggots… I bring you what is a lesson in warpaths. A warpath is when an army goes through their target and decimates them; leaving them either destroyed or at the lowest of lows; that’ll take years for them to recover. Many examples in history show warpaths, like when Hitler went through half of Europe on his Blitzkrieg. Alexander the Great went through Phoenicia, Gaza, Giza, etc… and of course, Genghis Khan that took his united Mongolians and conquered all of Eurasia. I’m sure Hirooki Raijin has no idea what I’m talking about – he’s from Tokyo, Japan. And we all know Japanese men not only have small dicks but also having an IQ smaller than the animals he fucks on a daily basis at his sweat shop.
You’re missing the big picture here, Hirooki Raijin. I find it very odd you have been in Phoenix Wrestling over a month and haven’t shown your ugly mug. Which leads me to the question of why? And the only explanation I can think of is because you are scared. You realize you signed your name on a contract that you couldn’t get rid out of. But have no fear Raijin I am going to make an example out of you. The Tyrant of Pandemonium legacy begins on April 30th. It is time to create my warpath. Do you even understand the words that are coming out my mouth?
Phoenix Wrestling wasn’t the only place I created a warpath. Go ahead and ask around Hirooki? Go back to where I grew up in Pittsburgh and ask about me. You will learn that I have been a tyrant my entire life and have left nothing but pandemonium in my path. Did not matter if it was in eighth grade, high school, college, bars, alleyways … if you crossed my path I made you pay for it. Have you tried to venture out of your comfort zone? I come to Phoenix Wrestling to expand my legacy with the beautiful Gabriele Hellstrom by my side. I want to break the limits, cross the lines, and enrage everyone around me because it seems to peaceful here. I want people to walk around the back and say to themselves ‘this guy is a fucking dick’. They will all be right. I am a dick. BUT I SPEAK THE TRUTH WHEN I SAY I AM A DICK, BUT A FUCKING SUCCESSFUL DICK. You can hate me – but you got to respect me.
Where’s your warpath, Hirooki Raijin? Where can you legitimately claim that you destroyed everyone in your wake and stood tall over everyone opponent? Maybe back in the day, those decades ago when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, but this is 2017 now Hirooki Raijin. You’re getting old. I’m in my early twenties, still young and ready to go. Hell, not even cancer will take down the Tyrant of Pandemonium. That’s right I beat cancer when I was a teenager. If cancer that infects the very soul of a person wasn’t able to kill me, what makes you think you’re going to leave a fucking scratch? You’re not. And when I’m done with you, where are you going to crawl to next? Maybe Slaine Rodrick will finally ship your ass back into a box to Japan. Might have to retire Hirooki Raijin and leave the wrestling business for good. That’s fine Hirooki Raijin, you’ve had your decades of winning I am sure in your homeland but eventually, as time goes on, your body starts to catch up on you and you become obsolete. Kind of like the country you’re so proud of… you call yourself an icon of Japanese wrestling but if I’m not mistaken; they lost. An icon for a bunch of losers? That’s why I don’t associate with anyone except me, myself, and I… because I am this damn incredible. April 30th needs to come soon Hirooki Raijin – so you can learn the hard truth that my warpath of Phoenix Wrestling is just beginning. And for everyone in my way… it’s going to hurt really fucking bad.
****************************************
A new chapter. She was used to working hard for her dreams, just the dreams sometimes changed. So she was not even surprised with the situation she found herself in. Wrestling manager. Go for it Gabby.
She had opened the shop around an hour ago, selling small stuff. A game here. A toy there. Sipping from her Macha Latte while reading a comic, she didn't hear him enter.
As the door opens in walks a medium sized figured wearing a black cut-off shirt and a pair of black denim jeans. As the man approaches Gabby a smile appears on his face.
“You should be more aware of your surroundings ma’am … Someone could have entered in here and had your way with you all because you have your head in that comic book.”
She was aware of the voice and just licked over her top lip. Not looking up yet. Hiding a smile.
“If they did that… my boyfriend would have to kick their heads off. He ain't the most friendly man.”
The man smirks and just nods his head.
“So this boyfriend of yours is he big? Is he a Tyrant? Does he love Pandemonium?”
She finally let out a sweet laughter. Her big blue eyes looking at him.
“Now that you mention it, they call him the Tyrant of the Pandemonium. You ever met him? Huge guy.”
“I might have. So I am guessing he is pretty intimidating then?”
She walked around the wooden table, looking up at him. Her fingers softly running over his arm.
“You would run away screaming.”
“You sure about that?”
A smirk still on his face but his eyes show no fear in them.
“I am certain Sir. Even seeing us so close would drive him insane.” She giggled softly before pulling him down. Kissing him.
As the man bites the bottom lip of Gabby as he pulls away from the kiss he tugs on her blonde hair a little. “Then I guess this will have to be our little secret huh?”
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. Playfully she poked him in the side.
“Enough role-playing for one morning. Got your contract finished?”
The man, of course, is Ryan Graves - newest signee of Phoenix Wrestling. As he picks up Gabby and places her on the counter.
“Of course we got a contract. All they had to do was look at me and money came flying out of his pocket.”
“I highly believe my nice smile helped you out. You know I can be quite charming.”
Gabriele wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her smile both, innocent and seductive.
“Yeah he said you would be great eye candy for the Phoenix Wrestling male population. I said to him if any of them look at you the wrong way or touch you then I can't be held accountable for my actions.”
“Is my sweetheart possessive? Feeling the urge to rip someone apart?”
“Absolutely I am. Would you rather me be like all romantic and shit while I can’t defend your honor?”
She laughed right in his face, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. They were only inches away from each. Her strawberry bubblegum filling his nostrils.
“Yeah. I wanna see that. Write me poems and buy me flowers. Take me to dinner and kiss the ground I walk on. Anything I forgot?”
Graves nods as a smile appears on his face.
“A few things but those are for behind closed doors anyway. So how are you going to be able to manage me and the shop? I can be more than a handful at times.”
“Why you think I am here every day? Because I look for an assistant. I can't travel with you and do the shop. And congratulations, I picked you over my baby.”
“I didn't mean for you to pick one or the other. I know how much this shop means to you.”
Gabby noticed the that for a moment he became soft. A side that no one but her ever saw. As if to reassure him, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Longer than before.
“Weird enough… it was not a hard decision.”
“Why is that weird? Do I make you feel uncomfortable? I can go to the gym and workout some more while you finish up in the shop if you want.”
“You ain't going nowhere. I love having you around.” She smiled at him. “It's weird because someone before you wanted me to the same. And I just couldn't. Or didn't wanna. So uncomfortable is as far from the truth as possible.”
“Alright only if you are sure. Don't want to force you to do anything you don't wanna do.” Ryan lifts up Gabby’s in a fluid motion and starts carrying her around the store before he puts her down. He is headed for the exit while he holds her hand.“So you want a hard decision?” He smirks obviously his mind is in the gutter.
“I really need to work on my phrasing.” She fumbled for the keys when they walked out. Locking the shop but not getting off of him. “We need to shop for you anyhow. You need new boots.”
“New boots what is wrong with the ones I have on?”
Graves looks down when he is holding the door open.
“Wrestling boots babe. Let me get you a good luck charm.”
She looked very excited. Her cheeks blushing softly.
“My good luck charm is by my side right now.”
They both smile at one another as Graves hold the door open for Gabby as they exit the shop. The camera fades out.
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“Anyone who calls themselves a knight doesn’t deserve the title.”
“A knight knows who they are; they know what they do. When someone’s going around, trying to masquerade as one, they make fun of all the hard work that knights do. So, Crowe, it may bring you some confidence to call yourself a knight, but you’re not one. You are human. I see no knights of the roundtable in Phoenix Wrestling.”
“Now stop calling yourself that. It’s unbecoming of you.”
“You want to know why I’m calling you out on the lies you’re telling? It’s because the discrepancies between you and I. On the night that I debut here in Phoenix Wrestling. I want to make sure everyone knows the truth. You see you were added to this match to give Raijin a fighting chance to survive. They realized soon after signing my name to a contract that I am not messing around.”
“I would have ripped Raijin apart with my bare hands. I would have made an example out of him in a one on one encounter. I would remove any doubts of my own failures because they’d be too focused on what is happening to the men in a heap of his own blood. You see, that’s what a knight would do. That’s what I would do.”
“Would that make me more of a knight than you?”
“I don’t need plans to beat you, Phinehas. Schemes I may have, but none of them involve you. Our match is a simple one. I come in, I beat you, and I continue to solidify myself as a new force here in Phoenix Wrestling. I’m not a kid. I may be a rookie but I have much to prove. I will not be the one who tastes defeat in his debut.”
“You wanted to make knights the strongest monstrosity that walks the earth, but Phinehas, you’re meeting a true monster. The best part of it is, I’m just human. My family, they’re called monsters, but I know that I bleed and breathe just like anyone else. But you forget this crucial fact, Phinehas. Humans are the scariest monsters on Earth right now.”
“You need to realize that humans are terrifying, stronger and more evil than any knight alive right now. The Devil himself fears humans because we’re able to evolve and conquer anything that stands in our way.”
“A man looks upon a beast, ready to tear his throat out if he steps wrong. Instead of running in fear of what may come to pass, he stands against it and says that he will consume it. He cannot vanquish the beast with his brawn alone, but he’ll stay persistent, running the beast down until it cannot fight any longer. When the beast is down and can no longer fight, humans will have their feast. Humans will never fall to demons or angels or knights or anything that isn’t themselves. It’s because we were made to annihilate anything that stands in our way.”
“So, Phinehas Crowe, you … you stand in my way.”
“You may bring some ruthlessness that I have never experienced. You might believe you are going to win, just because you can try to brutalize me as much as possible. Just remember that I’m primed to overcome you. The more time that you talk trying to beat me down, the more time I have to analyze you, see through your every move, and then destroy you. The scariest thing is that it will be a systematic beating.”
“Each punch you throw, I will counter with a well-placed elbow. It will find the crook of your knuckle, ripping apart the muscles there and breaking the bone. A fracture will form up through there before you succumb to the raw pain of a broken hand.”
“You will try to throw a kick, but a simple check will cause a breakage in your leg that will send your leg spiraling out of control. You will not be able to stand. You will fall and you will look up with your eyes. You will see the truest monster in the match and you will realize that the lie that you keep telling yourself is for nothing.”
“And then I will silence you.”
“Knights like you will be persecuted with extreme prejudice. So, when you come to Tempest, try to cheat your way to victory. Use everyone and everything to your advantage but you will soon realize that will not be enough.”
“Welcome to the new era of Phoenix Wrestling, Phinehas.”
“The Era of The Tyrant of Pandemonium has begun …”
