Post by MasterEvil on Mar 23, 2012 17:52:12 GMT
Here I sit, on some curb in this city. This piece of land is so insignificant yet so important. So unhelpful yet most relevant. It was at this curb that my car crashed, my lovely Serena passed on…while I live on with every morning filled with grief, every noon filled with self-loathing, every afternoon and evening filled with the same war against myself to keep control of my body, mind and emotions. Maybe god chose to have me live on just to be tortured by myself…but until the day the holy father finally lets me rejoin my wife, I must breath on and continue my vain attempt to fix what is eternally broken…myself. But why do I never move on? Could it be because I mind is submitting from each memory that haunts me throughout the past three years? Could it be because I have nothing to go to, no friends or family? Or could it be the fact that I grieve every moment in everyday that I am unable to kiss Serena again nor hold my little Sabrina? I wish I knew but I don’t, all I do know is that there is a camera recording me for my promo against one Alistar Bane. The camera could only catch half my face has I was looking out towards to road, and traffic on them, has I began to speak.
TBS: Two times in two consecutive Animosities we’ve been in the ring together Alistar Bane. The first was a tag team match where I assisted you in victory, the second was when I beat both you and one Randall Keith Orton in a triple threat match. So the board saw it fit to finally put me against you one on one…you can see it has your stepping tone to greatest, to recognition and to a Championship match against one Vantage…if you like. For I, though, don’t see this match has a stepping stone…but instead I see it has an opportunity to finally set to rest an issue that has slightly bothered me. Do you remember November time? November’s “Thanksgiving Battle Royale?” I remember it all to well, my chance to become the number one contender to the World Elite Wrestling Championship but what happened? You ended my chance and made a further mockery of me by getting yourself easily eliminated right afterwards. You were one to naught against me from that point until the triple threat match…I took you down and I won, thus the score is one to one. But both times either of us has been pinned or made to submit…so I think it is a great idea for this match to happen so that you, I and everyone else could see who is indeed better…Alistar Bane…or the new “Las Plagas” Broken Saint.
Has I spoke I kept my gaze towards the crossroad, remember too many damn detail of the crash...has if it only happened just yesterday, hell, it feels like just yesterday. But no matter how much I wanted to be at peace, the memories are becoming too much so I stood up and signalled the camera to follow me before beginning to walk away, the destination is unknown but I continued to speak has we walked..
TBS: But lets take a look at you Bane, every time you shot a promo someone completely innocent becomes the victim of a brutal and utterly reasonless assault that either leaves them unconscious, hospitalised or even dying. Why do you do this Bane? Why do you attack others for no reason within an unreasoned fit of rage? Could it be that your father is a bumbling drunk? Could it be that, whenever he drank, he would go into a random fit of rage and torture your mother in front of your very eyes? Does he ever target any of these fits of rage directly at you and bruise you from head to toe? Do you speak out your insults in such a calm and remorseless way because you secretly wish inside your guts that you were saying these words at the disappointment known has your father? Do you often see your father’s face on everybody you’ve viciously attacked and obliterated? Did you went clench your fist in your very first wrestling match because you were praying so desperately that it was your father you were about to punch down? Am I right Bane? Am I wrong Bane? Do you truly dislike your daddy so tremendously that you would take delight in causing his own suffering?
My voice sounded confident I admit but then again, without confidence where would we be? In caves? I was relaxed in my almost arrogent walk but that alarmingly stopped when I glanced over to me left...how is she here? This isn't the graveyard, why is that girl here? And why am I the only one who could see her? She was in her black cloak, I couldn't see her eyes or her hair, but I could see an object in her hands...that object is a broken steering wheel! I fell back against a wall has she slowly began to move across the road, vehicles of many sizes went through her yet the girl wouldn't stop her slow movements towards me.
TBS: Those these words burn you up Alistar? If so then let them engulf you into ash because I know that you are one who want to be destructive and take delight in the suffering of others. So let my words burn you up, for then you can become incensed to fight...to let hatred control...to succumb to your own anger and aggression. Why would I want to make you angry Alistar? You've already destructive enough has you are but am I scared? Should I be scared? Should I be worried? Should I be panicking? No, ths body is all I have left and I'm willing to throw that away to get the victory. You don't like my causes, my reasons and my actions? Tuff, this is who I am. I do have to thank you though, Bane, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been able to finally put my career back on the right side of the tracks...but unfortunately we are now competitors that need to one up the other to get just one step closer to our target. But for now I invite you to come out to that ring tomorrow and go out for the fucking kill...because, like I said last week. "I am not going into the match for conquest" but this time I got a new reason...afterall, why finish the match so soon when I can make you suffer ever so slowly and enjoy my kill...
I tried to keep confident in my voice but my body clearly betrayed me was it pressed me against this wall and the child has managed to get half way through the road before the the wheel dematerialised in her hands and was slowly replaced with the same bloodied half heart I remembered from seven days ago. I wanted to stand up, I wanted to scream, I wanted to run...but for some reason I am completely frozen to the spot has the little hooded girl made her small steps towards me until she was standing in front of me. The half heart was now lowered towards my chest and both it and my heart beat in a high pace unison. I tried to roll my eyes to see under her hood...“a half is nothing and two halves are nothings, when two halves combine you’ll be able to change your future…” I suddenly heard those words and she shot a slight grin before I blinked and just like that...she was gone...where is she? What is she? Who is she? Those questions wondered around in my head has I decided to speak to the camera a final time.
TBS: One on one...the winner will be declared the better...I'm The New Las Plagas...Broken Saint...Break Me...I Don't Care...
Yet again her presence seem to have stolen the air out of me...but at least the cameraman knew that line meant he could stop recording and bugger off to whatever he wanted to do. When he was gone my hands held my head roguely...who is that girl? Is that thing even a girl? and what does she mean by "when two halves combine?"