Post by The Stargazer on Jul 31, 2007 9:59:42 GMT -5
On top of the Celestial Kingdom, among the muses of time, and the harpers of reality, The Stargazer looks over the horizon. He sees a troubled past, a distant future, and a uncertain present. His voice is echoed with revenge, his attitude laced with rage, and his posture that of a Spartan King.
There are few things in this world T-Money, that strike worry into my conscience. What they are, well, that's my secret. Yet I can assure you, none of the aspects you portray ignite such a feeling, such worry. You more or less told me to stay out of your way and "enforce" your match properly.
Like asking Satan himself for a comfortable bed to sleep in.
It's humorous in a way, that you would, as almost longest reigning champion to act so naive. I wouldn't expect such idiotic behavior from you, even if you weren't champion.
You shouldn't be to begin with.
A slight pause is heard, a sudden toll of air escapes his body. His neck torques up and his eyes are now focused on the sky, scattered with a trillion stars, all illuminating his home.
On your knees you bestow your beliefs, like an old man in church on a Sunday. Your beliefs of righteousness, to bring clarity into a world of corruption. Week in and week out you seem to hold this thought. Your gang of misfits, your brain washed soldiers of tomorrow have no comments, bad or good to say of you. Cross has noticed it, I've known it.
You can't please them all.
I won't let you destroy me, for all this work I put in, it "will" culminate my way. Your reign as the false idol has come to an end my friend. This whole vigilant act of power you portray has reached it's bitter finale.
Yet the show must go on, isn't that right?
I'm going to "come at you correct" and make you eat the words you so spitefully throw at me. You warn me of pain, and agony if I don't do things your way. Such arrogant words for someone who lives in his own universe of delusions.
Damn I hate always being right.
His arms now behind his back, he leans forward slightly on the terrace he is standing on, the emptiness of his heart is reflected upon the planet before him.
You come up from your troubled past to inform, nay, to remind us that you seem to have it better than most men in your position. Yet you sway that aside to claim, not everyone has "leadership" qualities, again, arrogance is laced with that comment. To have leadership qualities is nothing compared to having charisma. Hitler, Stalin, Napoleon, Mussolini, these men had leadership qualities, "pure" leadership qualities, and they all committed acts against humanity. T-Money, I'm not falling for this act of heroism, nor am I falling for your "boy scout" persona, your a thug, that's it.
And thus all you will achieve.
We go back to the warning of brutality, the only thing your able to promise, pain. Can you not promise something else, heartache, suffering, or self-sacrifice?
I assumed as much from a fake champion, to take, and to never give.
This back and forth game of "who's better" bores me. You throw insults out like they were food stamps, you know what those are...right?
Of course you do.
I will forsake you, destroy, and unmake you. With all my might, I will bring you down. I intend to make you ranter about, wondering what had happened to the awesome legacy you built for yourself. The dynasty of T-Money is a tale filled with empty statements, and corrupt judgment.
Not leadership material, in my opinion.
I come to you offering my condolences, your dynasty in the Global Wrestling Coalition is nothing short of miraculous, you have so many fans, and many more enemies. A great man once said, "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer", Truer words have not been said. A rhyme for a rhyme, a thought for a thought. You think you
have everything you could possibly want under control, while your own future hangs just out of your reach. This random integer I represent must eat away at your patience, cause sleepless nights, worried days, and an awkward loss of time.
Perfect.
His arms now stretched out, he is trying to catch his balance. He jumps down from the terrace onto the castle floor, he puts his hand over his stomach and forms a disgusted face.
This sickening feeling I get whenever I see your name is about to reach it's course. I seek for answers, can't you see? I long to be the best, and to represent what others only wish to be, enigmatic. While you represent the "every man", the hard working, bible reading, friend supporting hero.
Heroes die, legends live forever.
Not to say I'm a legend, but in the eyes of my peers I already represent something...more. While you, under the wings of those who fell before you, Thunder, Sanchez, will to kneel before me.
Hell, I already beat Sanchez, my first match no less.
You start naming off men in this company like you have some sort of black book at your disposal, you act like a child. A real champion, a true warrior would know who he has to focus on. Yet you start storming off into a uncontrolled tangent about everyone, not focusing on the person your in the cage with this week. Yet I could count of a dozen ways to be called arrogant.
And a million ways to be the fool...
He walks to the edge of the castle again, gazing over a waterfall to the horizon. He puts his hands on the edge, and leans.
Your win at Viva was a shameful loss for me, you beat more than one future champion in that ring, you also beat future legends, and Xavier Cross. Yet you didn't earn one thing from me, you filled my heart with disgust.
This rhapsody must end.
I leave you, for now, with this, a quote from one of 'my' alumni, Lost Soul:
"Don't Scream..."
It's your last sunrise.
FADE TO THE HEAVENLY KINGDOM[/b][/font][/color]
The sunset illuminates the skies with a thousand different colors. Stargazer walks into the castle, confident, and collected.
It is a good night for change.
There are few things in this world T-Money, that strike worry into my conscience. What they are, well, that's my secret. Yet I can assure you, none of the aspects you portray ignite such a feeling, such worry. You more or less told me to stay out of your way and "enforce" your match properly.
Like asking Satan himself for a comfortable bed to sleep in.
It's humorous in a way, that you would, as almost longest reigning champion to act so naive. I wouldn't expect such idiotic behavior from you, even if you weren't champion.
You shouldn't be to begin with.
A slight pause is heard, a sudden toll of air escapes his body. His neck torques up and his eyes are now focused on the sky, scattered with a trillion stars, all illuminating his home.
On your knees you bestow your beliefs, like an old man in church on a Sunday. Your beliefs of righteousness, to bring clarity into a world of corruption. Week in and week out you seem to hold this thought. Your gang of misfits, your brain washed soldiers of tomorrow have no comments, bad or good to say of you. Cross has noticed it, I've known it.
You can't please them all.
I won't let you destroy me, for all this work I put in, it "will" culminate my way. Your reign as the false idol has come to an end my friend. This whole vigilant act of power you portray has reached it's bitter finale.
Yet the show must go on, isn't that right?
I'm going to "come at you correct" and make you eat the words you so spitefully throw at me. You warn me of pain, and agony if I don't do things your way. Such arrogant words for someone who lives in his own universe of delusions.
Damn I hate always being right.
His arms now behind his back, he leans forward slightly on the terrace he is standing on, the emptiness of his heart is reflected upon the planet before him.
You come up from your troubled past to inform, nay, to remind us that you seem to have it better than most men in your position. Yet you sway that aside to claim, not everyone has "leadership" qualities, again, arrogance is laced with that comment. To have leadership qualities is nothing compared to having charisma. Hitler, Stalin, Napoleon, Mussolini, these men had leadership qualities, "pure" leadership qualities, and they all committed acts against humanity. T-Money, I'm not falling for this act of heroism, nor am I falling for your "boy scout" persona, your a thug, that's it.
And thus all you will achieve.
We go back to the warning of brutality, the only thing your able to promise, pain. Can you not promise something else, heartache, suffering, or self-sacrifice?
I assumed as much from a fake champion, to take, and to never give.
This back and forth game of "who's better" bores me. You throw insults out like they were food stamps, you know what those are...right?
Of course you do.
I will forsake you, destroy, and unmake you. With all my might, I will bring you down. I intend to make you ranter about, wondering what had happened to the awesome legacy you built for yourself. The dynasty of T-Money is a tale filled with empty statements, and corrupt judgment.
Not leadership material, in my opinion.
I come to you offering my condolences, your dynasty in the Global Wrestling Coalition is nothing short of miraculous, you have so many fans, and many more enemies. A great man once said, "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer", Truer words have not been said. A rhyme for a rhyme, a thought for a thought. You think you
have everything you could possibly want under control, while your own future hangs just out of your reach. This random integer I represent must eat away at your patience, cause sleepless nights, worried days, and an awkward loss of time.
Perfect.
His arms now stretched out, he is trying to catch his balance. He jumps down from the terrace onto the castle floor, he puts his hand over his stomach and forms a disgusted face.
This sickening feeling I get whenever I see your name is about to reach it's course. I seek for answers, can't you see? I long to be the best, and to represent what others only wish to be, enigmatic. While you represent the "every man", the hard working, bible reading, friend supporting hero.
Heroes die, legends live forever.
Not to say I'm a legend, but in the eyes of my peers I already represent something...more. While you, under the wings of those who fell before you, Thunder, Sanchez, will to kneel before me.
Hell, I already beat Sanchez, my first match no less.
You start naming off men in this company like you have some sort of black book at your disposal, you act like a child. A real champion, a true warrior would know who he has to focus on. Yet you start storming off into a uncontrolled tangent about everyone, not focusing on the person your in the cage with this week. Yet I could count of a dozen ways to be called arrogant.
And a million ways to be the fool...
He walks to the edge of the castle again, gazing over a waterfall to the horizon. He puts his hands on the edge, and leans.
Your win at Viva was a shameful loss for me, you beat more than one future champion in that ring, you also beat future legends, and Xavier Cross. Yet you didn't earn one thing from me, you filled my heart with disgust.
This rhapsody must end.
I leave you, for now, with this, a quote from one of 'my' alumni, Lost Soul:
"Don't Scream..."
It's your last sunrise.
FADE TO THE HEAVENLY KINGDOM[/b][/font][/color]
The sunset illuminates the skies with a thousand different colors. Stargazer walks into the castle, confident, and collected.
It is a good night for change.