Post by Vincent Fate on Apr 8, 2007 20:07:04 GMT -5
Just what is it that the man known to the world known as Riot has been doing since the absolving of the company he started last year?
Flashback to January 2007. LXW had become more of a day care center than it was a wrestling promotion. Some people not holding their weight and other claiming to be the ones to kill it, when in actuality it was Fate all along who chose to end his little "experiment".
He watched as they came in droves, stronger fighters, great competitors and a few who were just plain lucky at the right times. Some came along who thought that they were gaining power and in one fell swoop, Vincent Fate stepped in and showed who's "power" was absolute. The power to destroy what he had created, just like he always said he was capable of doing...
...he had gotten all the information he needed from that experiment, those who assume that they were gaining some false sense of security that they called "power". They knew nothing of the word. There was something looming that was far beyond anything any of them could imagine, and he knew there were few...if any...who was strong enough to fight it. Not in that league...too many concerned with their own personal glory.
The road not taken...
He sat in a chair, in an office, somewhere in the city he called home, New York. In front of him...several screens, monitors if you will. That's exactly what he did. Monitored. Watched it all go down. Watched as Carmella had picked up where he left off and slowly built a new league, gathering new faces and old. It was another grand display, and another chance for them to make a move. To slip in and turn something good into something that would tear the fabric of life itself into shreds.
There was no time to dwindle on past achievements, there were bigger fish to fry now, but all he could do...until the first move was made...was watch.
The real game was about to begin.
Flashback to January 2007. LXW had become more of a day care center than it was a wrestling promotion. Some people not holding their weight and other claiming to be the ones to kill it, when in actuality it was Fate all along who chose to end his little "experiment".
He watched as they came in droves, stronger fighters, great competitors and a few who were just plain lucky at the right times. Some came along who thought that they were gaining power and in one fell swoop, Vincent Fate stepped in and showed who's "power" was absolute. The power to destroy what he had created, just like he always said he was capable of doing...
...he had gotten all the information he needed from that experiment, those who assume that they were gaining some false sense of security that they called "power". They knew nothing of the word. There was something looming that was far beyond anything any of them could imagine, and he knew there were few...if any...who was strong enough to fight it. Not in that league...too many concerned with their own personal glory.
The road not taken...
He sat in a chair, in an office, somewhere in the city he called home, New York. In front of him...several screens, monitors if you will. That's exactly what he did. Monitored. Watched it all go down. Watched as Carmella had picked up where he left off and slowly built a new league, gathering new faces and old. It was another grand display, and another chance for them to make a move. To slip in and turn something good into something that would tear the fabric of life itself into shreds.
There was no time to dwindle on past achievements, there were bigger fish to fry now, but all he could do...until the first move was made...was watch.
The real game was about to begin.
