Post by lash on Sept 9, 2009 22:55:16 GMT -5
The lights in the O2 Arena begin to flicker erratically before they go completely black.
Buzz: WHOA!!! Did someone forget to pay the electric bill or somethin'?
Suddenly, the ominous voice of Khryst is heard.
Only a fool...would make the mistake that you did...Osiris.
The lights slowly begin to brighten, and the enigmatic man stands in the ring with a mic in tow.
And I had such high hopes for you. I thought, you were a man who saw beyond good and evil. Wins and loses. But your foolhardy words at Ring Rage told a telling tale, as well as sealed your ultimate fate. *Hmmph* To think you being able to defeat me, or draw my blood makes you my better is something I'd expect one of these sheep, or the sheep that compete in this ring to think. But not you. Or...so I believed. But in one fell swoop. In one moment of shear, unadulterated folly, you showed your true self. You showed me, that you're in fact...a sheep...in wolves clothing. Such a disappointment. I've already stained my hands with your blood. So now, I'll rend your flesh, tear out you beating heart, and drink from it in ultimate victory. Wins and losses mean nothing to me. The destruction of man is my prize. The killing of a man's will to fight is my championship. And Osiris, yours will be a "death" that will be spoken of for years to come. You're not worthy of your name...Osiris. Lord of the dead. God of the afterlife. You...are nothing but a flawed, mortal man...with flawed, weak mortal ideals. So I shall take from you, your will to fight. Pray to whatever deity you worship for mercy and compassion. For on this night...you'll see none from me.
Buzz: WHOA!!! Did someone forget to pay the electric bill or somethin'?
Suddenly, the ominous voice of Khryst is heard.
Only a fool...would make the mistake that you did...Osiris.
The lights slowly begin to brighten, and the enigmatic man stands in the ring with a mic in tow.
And I had such high hopes for you. I thought, you were a man who saw beyond good and evil. Wins and loses. But your foolhardy words at Ring Rage told a telling tale, as well as sealed your ultimate fate. *Hmmph* To think you being able to defeat me, or draw my blood makes you my better is something I'd expect one of these sheep, or the sheep that compete in this ring to think. But not you. Or...so I believed. But in one fell swoop. In one moment of shear, unadulterated folly, you showed your true self. You showed me, that you're in fact...a sheep...in wolves clothing. Such a disappointment. I've already stained my hands with your blood. So now, I'll rend your flesh, tear out you beating heart, and drink from it in ultimate victory. Wins and losses mean nothing to me. The destruction of man is my prize. The killing of a man's will to fight is my championship. And Osiris, yours will be a "death" that will be spoken of for years to come. You're not worthy of your name...Osiris. Lord of the dead. God of the afterlife. You...are nothing but a flawed, mortal man...with flawed, weak mortal ideals. So I shall take from you, your will to fight. Pray to whatever deity you worship for mercy and compassion. For on this night...you'll see none from me.