Post by TNT on Feb 9, 2015 8:30:21 GMT -4
The scene opens in a smoke filled room, a shadowy sits in the corner of the screen. His identity masked by the smoke and shadow afforded to him by the far corner. In the center of the room, a few candles can be seen flickering alongside a few burning sticks of incents. The flame of the candle danced drawing the eye until the man spoke.
“Appear strong when you are weak and weak when you are strong. These words couldn’t be more apt for the situation you find yourself in Christopher. You talk about your side kick’s military training and how it makes him perfect to terrify those that oppose you. Yet again you find yourself relying on someone else’s strength to mask your flaws.”
The voice was slightly muffled by his distance from the camera and subsequent audio equipment. It’s clear given the content of the video and the man’s accent that it is TNT, yet he remains calm in the corner of the room.
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Christopher you declared this was going to be a war, you made this personal and attempted to stoke the flames of conflict. Perhaps you needed to motivate yourself because you lacked the confidence to step into the ring without your shield of bravado. “
The faint sound of a gong rings out through the darkened room. Its subtle vibrations add to the relaxed atmosphere that has engulfed the darkness. The serenity seems to be mirroring Tayler’s mood as his words remain calm.
“Christopher you speak of the violence that you brought with you outside of the ring. You name men like Carson and Strive and claim that the carnage they caused pales in comparison to the damage you unleashed on this federation. You see Christopher I intend to fully embrace the chaos that you and your posse bring with you, for in chaos there is opportunity. I am not an emotional man, I merely threw a few childish insults your way and I can already see that I have gotten under your skin.”
Tayler finally pushes himself up from the corner of the room; once he is steady he slowly treads towards the middle of the room. He can be seen to visibly shake his head as he continues talking.
“Chris, Chris, Chris, when will you learn fear is not a weapon you can wield in this battle. For when you know yourself and you know your opponent, you need not fear the outcome of a thousand battles. That’s where you made a mistake Chris; you were nothing more than an opponent when this started. Sure we had a storied history, a laundry list of battles waged against each other in the past. The past is where they would have stayed until you decided to rehash the past, again choosing to mask your deficiencies by rewriting history from your own perspective.”
Tayler uses a silver candle snuffer to extinguish the candle as the incense finishes burning naturally. A cloud of smoke spirals forward from the candle dancing its way into his nostrils. He can be seen to take a deep breath and consume the smoke; his eye’s locking onto the camera.
“The fact that you believe I am a drunk and that you can strike fear into everyone in EVPW causing them to be unable to sleep shows that you truly are delusional. I honestly fear for your mental health Christopher, truly. All of these misguided statements you have made continue to reaffirm my believe that you are ignorant of yourself and the size of task you face when you step into the ring with me. This ignorance places you in imminent peril.”
His eyes burn with reason, there is a distinct lack of anger at this time. There is a serene aura emanating from his hulking frame, the fact that he has a clear purpose in mind has focused him.
“You claim to have brought this company to its knees on three occasions. I honestly cannot recall 1 of these occasions, that is how little impact your self placating acts of violence have had. I could walk through this locker room and ask the first 3 members of the roster I come across and I guarantee none of them could recall the events of which you speak. Christopher you suffer from delusions of self grandeur and you use this to round up new lackies, men women and dogs that follow you like some sort of cult leader. Chris you are nothing more than an emotional vampire, draining the praise and affirmation from those around you until you move onto the next victim. You see, Shadow isn’t your son, partner or body guard, truly he is nothing more than a source of validation for your pathetic existence.”
Tayler raises his hand and pulls on a string. Suddenly light flashes into the room, bringing it forth from the darkness. The serene hideaway that had helped calm the demented Irish man was nothing more than a janitor’s closet that he had decorated with some 99 cent store crap. His pupils adjust to the new source of light quickly but the man never blinks.
“Christopher, come the 17th you will be stepping inside that squared circle with Tayler Nathan Thomas. Though there may be hundreds of people crammed into the arena, many of them cheering you on, most of them baying for blood only two people truly matter. It doesn’t matter if Shadow is at ringside, it doesn’t matter if there is a referee present, for the second you step through those ropes the countdown begins. I can’t honestly say if it will take five minutes, ten minutes or even an hour but one thing is for certain, I will break you. You will give up, tap out, scream I quit, while your disciple watches on helpless at ringside. I want to witness the hope leave his eyes as he watches your broken carcass not only lose but quit. The moment you physically cannot take it any longer and are forced to submit will be made all the sweeter for the fact I will have opened another one of your follower’s eyes to the fact that you are nothing but a weak man. You are not this God of violence as you have claimed; you are a pretender, an abortion of potential, a fake. And when this comes to pass Christopher it is then that you may get up off the blood soaked canvas and drag your broken frame to the back and embrace the fact that you are nothing more than a failure.”
Having sent his message, he walks away from the camera without damaging it or venting any sort of violence. The camera pans down towards the floor noticing the candles, incents and a copy of the art of war.
EOT
“Appear strong when you are weak and weak when you are strong. These words couldn’t be more apt for the situation you find yourself in Christopher. You talk about your side kick’s military training and how it makes him perfect to terrify those that oppose you. Yet again you find yourself relying on someone else’s strength to mask your flaws.”
The voice was slightly muffled by his distance from the camera and subsequent audio equipment. It’s clear given the content of the video and the man’s accent that it is TNT, yet he remains calm in the corner of the room.
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Christopher you declared this was going to be a war, you made this personal and attempted to stoke the flames of conflict. Perhaps you needed to motivate yourself because you lacked the confidence to step into the ring without your shield of bravado. “
The faint sound of a gong rings out through the darkened room. Its subtle vibrations add to the relaxed atmosphere that has engulfed the darkness. The serenity seems to be mirroring Tayler’s mood as his words remain calm.
“Christopher you speak of the violence that you brought with you outside of the ring. You name men like Carson and Strive and claim that the carnage they caused pales in comparison to the damage you unleashed on this federation. You see Christopher I intend to fully embrace the chaos that you and your posse bring with you, for in chaos there is opportunity. I am not an emotional man, I merely threw a few childish insults your way and I can already see that I have gotten under your skin.”
Tayler finally pushes himself up from the corner of the room; once he is steady he slowly treads towards the middle of the room. He can be seen to visibly shake his head as he continues talking.
“Chris, Chris, Chris, when will you learn fear is not a weapon you can wield in this battle. For when you know yourself and you know your opponent, you need not fear the outcome of a thousand battles. That’s where you made a mistake Chris; you were nothing more than an opponent when this started. Sure we had a storied history, a laundry list of battles waged against each other in the past. The past is where they would have stayed until you decided to rehash the past, again choosing to mask your deficiencies by rewriting history from your own perspective.”
Tayler uses a silver candle snuffer to extinguish the candle as the incense finishes burning naturally. A cloud of smoke spirals forward from the candle dancing its way into his nostrils. He can be seen to take a deep breath and consume the smoke; his eye’s locking onto the camera.
“The fact that you believe I am a drunk and that you can strike fear into everyone in EVPW causing them to be unable to sleep shows that you truly are delusional. I honestly fear for your mental health Christopher, truly. All of these misguided statements you have made continue to reaffirm my believe that you are ignorant of yourself and the size of task you face when you step into the ring with me. This ignorance places you in imminent peril.”
His eyes burn with reason, there is a distinct lack of anger at this time. There is a serene aura emanating from his hulking frame, the fact that he has a clear purpose in mind has focused him.
“You claim to have brought this company to its knees on three occasions. I honestly cannot recall 1 of these occasions, that is how little impact your self placating acts of violence have had. I could walk through this locker room and ask the first 3 members of the roster I come across and I guarantee none of them could recall the events of which you speak. Christopher you suffer from delusions of self grandeur and you use this to round up new lackies, men women and dogs that follow you like some sort of cult leader. Chris you are nothing more than an emotional vampire, draining the praise and affirmation from those around you until you move onto the next victim. You see, Shadow isn’t your son, partner or body guard, truly he is nothing more than a source of validation for your pathetic existence.”
Tayler raises his hand and pulls on a string. Suddenly light flashes into the room, bringing it forth from the darkness. The serene hideaway that had helped calm the demented Irish man was nothing more than a janitor’s closet that he had decorated with some 99 cent store crap. His pupils adjust to the new source of light quickly but the man never blinks.
“Christopher, come the 17th you will be stepping inside that squared circle with Tayler Nathan Thomas. Though there may be hundreds of people crammed into the arena, many of them cheering you on, most of them baying for blood only two people truly matter. It doesn’t matter if Shadow is at ringside, it doesn’t matter if there is a referee present, for the second you step through those ropes the countdown begins. I can’t honestly say if it will take five minutes, ten minutes or even an hour but one thing is for certain, I will break you. You will give up, tap out, scream I quit, while your disciple watches on helpless at ringside. I want to witness the hope leave his eyes as he watches your broken carcass not only lose but quit. The moment you physically cannot take it any longer and are forced to submit will be made all the sweeter for the fact I will have opened another one of your follower’s eyes to the fact that you are nothing but a weak man. You are not this God of violence as you have claimed; you are a pretender, an abortion of potential, a fake. And when this comes to pass Christopher it is then that you may get up off the blood soaked canvas and drag your broken frame to the back and embrace the fact that you are nothing more than a failure.”
Having sent his message, he walks away from the camera without damaging it or venting any sort of violence. The camera pans down towards the floor noticing the candles, incents and a copy of the art of war.
EOT
