Post by Morning Star on Jul 17, 2007 13:12:52 GMT -5
The cameras fade into Morning Star standing outside of what seems to be a chapel. He is wearing a long black trenchcoat and dark sunglasses. Many people are walking into the building and look rather oddly at the man standing with his hands inside his jacket pockets.
”Here, about 20 miles from where the XWA will be holding its live event this evening stands this shrine. The Shrine of Our Lady of Good Help, a chapel dedicated to the spirit of the Virgin Mother. Throughout its history, many people claim to have had experience miracles on this hollowed land, everything from seeing apparitions to being ‘healed’ of such things as being blind or deaf. So everyday, hundreds of people flock to this place hoping that their prayers will be answered, and everyday those hundreds of people go home, unappeased with not experiencing anything except a shortage of funds in their pocket and the feeling of time wasted. But just like the cattle they are, they come back day after day, giving more money as an offering in hoping that she will hear them and their prayers if they exhaust their funds to the chapel, but no matter how much they give, the get less in return.”[/color]
Morning Star starts to walk closer to the front doors of the chapel, walking by all the people he was just insulting.
”These people remind me of you Mr. Brandon Force and most of the other athletes in the XWA. You give and give and you get nothing in return from anyone. Not only do the other sheep you call fans mostly mistrust you, but you’ve also shot yourself in the proverbial foot when you challenged Mr. Terra and instead got a match against me. While you may think that I will be a stepping stone on your way to getting some form of revenge against Mr. Terra, I will assure you that I will be no such thing. I have been to the pits of the abyss and back many times in my existence, and there is nothing that you can bring to this match that would make me think that you could defeat me. Tonight, the suffering I will inflict upon you will be boundless.”[/color]
Morning Star stands in front of the chapel as churchgoers walk by him on their way inside.
”And just like all these fools you will do the same thing over and over again, just like the trained animals you are. You will lose by my hands, you will lose to Mr. Terra in the first blood match at the Independence Day Pay Per View, and you enviably no longer have a career due to you slowly losing faith in your abilities. It all starts here tonight. Your road to ruin, your path of self destruction. Enjoy what little time you have left Mr. Force, for it will be a lonely road from here forward.”[/color]
The cameras start to fade as the chapel bells start to chime a low, menacing tone. Morning Star stands with a sadistic smile on his face.
”Here, about 20 miles from where the XWA will be holding its live event this evening stands this shrine. The Shrine of Our Lady of Good Help, a chapel dedicated to the spirit of the Virgin Mother. Throughout its history, many people claim to have had experience miracles on this hollowed land, everything from seeing apparitions to being ‘healed’ of such things as being blind or deaf. So everyday, hundreds of people flock to this place hoping that their prayers will be answered, and everyday those hundreds of people go home, unappeased with not experiencing anything except a shortage of funds in their pocket and the feeling of time wasted. But just like the cattle they are, they come back day after day, giving more money as an offering in hoping that she will hear them and their prayers if they exhaust their funds to the chapel, but no matter how much they give, the get less in return.”[/color]
Morning Star starts to walk closer to the front doors of the chapel, walking by all the people he was just insulting.
”These people remind me of you Mr. Brandon Force and most of the other athletes in the XWA. You give and give and you get nothing in return from anyone. Not only do the other sheep you call fans mostly mistrust you, but you’ve also shot yourself in the proverbial foot when you challenged Mr. Terra and instead got a match against me. While you may think that I will be a stepping stone on your way to getting some form of revenge against Mr. Terra, I will assure you that I will be no such thing. I have been to the pits of the abyss and back many times in my existence, and there is nothing that you can bring to this match that would make me think that you could defeat me. Tonight, the suffering I will inflict upon you will be boundless.”[/color]
Morning Star stands in front of the chapel as churchgoers walk by him on their way inside.
”And just like all these fools you will do the same thing over and over again, just like the trained animals you are. You will lose by my hands, you will lose to Mr. Terra in the first blood match at the Independence Day Pay Per View, and you enviably no longer have a career due to you slowly losing faith in your abilities. It all starts here tonight. Your road to ruin, your path of self destruction. Enjoy what little time you have left Mr. Force, for it will be a lonely road from here forward.”[/color]
The cameras start to fade as the chapel bells start to chime a low, menacing tone. Morning Star stands with a sadistic smile on his face.