Post by MasterEvil on Mar 11, 2012 21:35:48 GMT
TBS: Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever…amen.
I spoke out this pray has I was down on one knee in front of this gravestone. I know that a camera was recording me for a promo targeted towards Orton and Bane but this means more to me at the moment. In front of this stone is a bouquet of white roses and after I spoke my pray I fell to a sitting position at the left hand side of the gravestone, letting the camera see the roses and the grave…has well has me.
TBS: Serena Agbonlahor…that was her name. She was sweet, spunky, caring, heart-warming, energetic, delightful, amusing, playful and so damn beautiful. How do I know? Because I use to be known has Jericho Agbonlahor, her husband and father to our child Sabrina. But then one wrong turn took it all away…Serena departed in the crash…Sabrina was stolen from me…I fell into darkness and died before being reborn has The Broken Saint in front of thou.
I was constantly fighting off a lot of emotions when I mentioned my one Serena…the fact that I still haven’t taken off the wedding ring during the past three years should clearly tell how highly I value her. But there is a time and place to mourn and while this is the right place…the time is completely wrong. This is a promo planned for my triple threat match against both Randy Orton and Alistar Bane. So I stood up and motioned the camera to follow me, moments before I began to walk away from the gravestone, and the camera followed…moments after zooming in on my deceased wife’s name. it was while walking that I’ve decided to speak up about my upcoming match.
TBS: Last week I finally recorded my first victory back upon Animosity, my first of twenty-twelve, but instead of feeling fulfilled I feel more empty, more purposeless, why is this? I will tell you why…because nothing changed, the match’s only purpose was to publicise Alistar Bane and Vantage’s feud with each other. And while my team won, it was Bane who won the match…thus rendering me has “useless,” why should I bother to continue? Their burial of me is going to continue happening until I’m gone. And, has I see it, this triple threat match is only made to have me injured and taken off the screens…one opponent is Randy Orton, who has already beaten me and probably won’t gain anything if he wins or lose, while the other opponent was my last week tag team partner Alistar Bane. Should I feel worried? Do I feel scared? Must I look out for my health? No…I am worried about nothing. Not the lonely nights, not the fact that my heart wants somebody who has four other men in interest and definitely not worried by the tower of crap I’m facing against on Monday. They want to end my career? They want to take me out? They want to break me permanently? Bring it on, you’re doing me a favour.
My voice was rich in its north-eastern English accent has I walked past numerous tombstones. None of these graves were of any importance to me…except for when I momentarily glanced away to see a young girl, possibly five years old, in a little black dress with a hood covering her hair and eyes. In her hands seem to be a book of some kind but when I looked away and glanced back over…she was gone without a trace, am I starting to fucking see things? Maybe I should sleep after shooting this promo…either way, when I finished speaking I made it to some big oak tree. What did I do now that I’ve reached the tree? I turned around and leaned my back against it before continuing to talk to the camera.
TBS: Bane and Orton Randy and Alistar…you both possess a few similarities I shall admit. You both want to harm people and both are aiming at a Championship, either it be the Universal or WEW Championship. But why should I care about your similarities or differences since only one thing is certain…on Monday you both won’t know what hits you because I’ve had enough of all of this shit. Enough of being screwed over time and time again. Enough of hearing the same bitch claiming that I don’t belong here yet prefer to build on her “love handles” then taking out the garbage herself. And enough of being visualised has some fucking jobber…twenty-twelve is my make or break year and this year is my only chance to redeem all the wrong I’ve committed. Should I be the bane of Bane or the destruction of a Viper to finally take a step forward? If so then be it…I’ll put all the chips on the table and pray to god that I possess the four damn aces for Retribution and Legacy are my greatest chances. There is no room for miss ups or mistakes, not anymore…there is only room for detonation, annihilation and domination.
My hands spread out to my sides has I began this set of words and for the moments I spoke of Orton my left slowly up to my head while my right did the same for when I mentioned Bane. “For thee who lost it all, may thou find a new destiny…” what the fuck was that!?! My eyes darted over to the origin of that voice and it was the abandoned looking church…specifically, the same little girl standing by the doorway. But this time, instead of a book she was holding some kind of car engine in her hands. The moment I blinked she vanished again without trace…maybe watching the “Woman In Black” last night was not a smart move…but why is this girl after me? So now I begin to speak to the camera again has I have it walking aside me towards the church.
TBS: I am so sick, I am so ill, I am so tired or the same shit…it all shall end, either good or bad, on Monday. Alistar you helped me win for once and I thank you for this but I also don’t welcome it has all it has done was utterly nothing. Your confident in your ability to win? To face Vantage? To become the new Universal Champion? Prove it to ME! Can you stand my storm and withstand my battery? Can you take what I can give and continue onwards? Can you steel through my arsenal and can you properly defeat me? I don’t know but I don’t believe you have what it takes to beat me Alistar…why is that? Because I’ve never, EVER, been allowed by management to showcase my talent to the people who actually want something to cheer me for. Did you know I can ran on the barricade? I can, if management finally grows a pair and gives me a chance. I’ve seen a lot of what you can actually do Alistar…do never had the chance to see my arsenal, to prepare for my offence and I know its impossible to strategise against what you don’t know. Prepare to bring it on Alistar Bane because if you want to break me…anything less than one-hundred percent will get you broken by ME. Do you want to end me? Do you want to decapitate me? Do you want to save the entire World Elite Wrestling of the new “Las Pragas” Broken Saint? Hope for the best and plan for the worst if your answer is yes, Alistar Bane. Because I am not going into the match for conquest, no. I’m going out there to flood your veins with arsenic and take glee in watching you wither away to utter nothingness.
I spoke darkly and almost depressively but I admit I must have growled when I asked my question targeted at him, since my throat felt slightly sore when I got halfway through my set of words. Yet somehow anger engulfed my words when implied the other half of my words…is this girl somehow bringing out my emotions? I don’t know. All I do know was that I’ve arrived at the church when I spoke of the cruel intention I’ll possess in our triple threat match. “May the past be thy map to thy self-completion…” these words spread themselves across my mind only moments after I finished speaking my words about Bane. Shit man, is this some kind of mean prank of something? My eyes spotted that, on the other side of the camera, is the same little girl but is holding an empty beer bottle this time…and yet again, when I blinked, she is gone with no way of tracking her. In the end I’ve chosen to sit down, my back against the church door, and decided to speak about one Randall Keith Orton.
TBS: But why should I forget about the other man, Randy Orton? He has barely defeated me before but rather amusingly, he seem to be quite a forgetful chappy…what did he said at his last promo against me…something about punting me after winning? Yet what didn’t he do? Punt me. I can take you seriously Orton, even when I doubt that Vantage and Sophie could anymore. You’re rebuilding yourself Randall, into someone worth watching and investing in…I respect that Orton, I respect the fact that you’ve finally began to win your way in this show…but I’m also intrigued by the possibility of me being the one who ends your recent winning streak since, last time I’ve checked, it was me who started it. Irony and karma would be such a bitch if you end up with egg on your face from being beaten by a guy who has never, properly, won on Animosity since his debut on the show at November last year. But let me talk…animals, since you class yourself has a viper. Vipers are poisonous snakes put if the poison doesn’t work, or their teeth, then they are pretty much screwed. So if I withstand your RKO and able to fight back from your punches…what can you do to end me once and for all? The answer is that damn simple…you can’t finish me off…you can punish, kick, punch, abuse and torture me…I’ll just keep coming back up for more and more and more and more. It will not end until catch the Viper’s head and rip its head apart. Bring it on Randall Keith Orton, I am more deadly now than I was two odd weeks ago. Hope for the best prepare for worst because I’m not going out there to win, Orton, I’m going out there to fucking kill you.
The tone of my voice was again dripping in darkness has my words were spoken without remorse or consideration. That little girl is not going to distract me from my promo. While I spoke my right hand moved up to slowly ran itself up the right side of my face and through my hair when I mentioned both irony and karma. But near the end of my words I slowly began to stand myself up, keeping my back against the door, and once I finished my words I began to walk past the camera…like expected it began to followed me. “For until dark and light become one thou shall forever be yin or yang…” those words instantly caused me to spin around to face the camera lens…but instead of a camera, it was that same girl but with half a bleeding heart in her hands.
After a few moments I blinked, expecting to see the camera again, but no…she remained. If I didn’t know that I was being recorded then I would have definitely shitted my pants by now. No matter how much I wanted to my lips, has well has my entire body, were frozen to the spot. The little girl took a small step towards me and it has seem to have caused my heartbeat to increase rapidly…but wait…isn’t that half heart beating at the same rate has mine!?! She took another closer and both hearts beats both louder and faster. These small steps continued until the hooded girl was close enough the raise the half heart towards my chest “a half is nothing and two halves are nothings, when two halves combine you’ll be able to change your future…” after these were spoken the girl suddenly shot a tiny smile and I fell backwards, only to spot that she has disappeared and the camera is recording me again…who the fuck is she!?!
TBS: Hope for the best…prepare for worst…Orton and Bane…for at Ani…mosity…the broken…shall break you both…I’m The…Broken Saint…Break Me…I Don’t…Care…
That huge shock seem to have affected me has I was struggling to breath while speaking those words. Once I finally spoke these words I’ve stood up and began to limp my way out of the graveyard while the camera, predictably stopped recording and switched itself off. One question still floods my mine as I moved past Serena’s grave…who was that girl?
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