Rp: I WIN...that is all

Looking Through The Mirror
Arc I: Act IV

Verse I: A Start
A book laid upon a desk, its cover; without description. Its ideas, its thoughts, its life is without truth but not without meaning.

A book laid upon a desk, its cover; without description. Its mind absent of forethought but its soul was filled with hindsight.

A man sat at the desk, his eyes, a void. His ideas, his thoughts, his life without meaning but not without truth.

A man sat at the desk, his eyes, a void. His mind, absent of nothing, his soul , absent of nothing, his truth; absolute.

So we find a man, at a desk. Upon the desk a book rests. A book rests and waits for its time. Its time to be read. Its time to be understood. Its time to be as absolute as the man. One must first open a book to see the pages; pieces of an unborn soul. One must first open a book to see the page; pieces of an unborn man.

Reverend sat at a desk. Upon the desk a book rests.


Verse II: A Truth
A past riddled with pain and redemption. A past plagued with death and rebirth. A Holocaust for one measly soul. A Holocaust for one measly title. A Holocaust for a beginning.

A present riddled with incompetence and ignorance. A present plagued with fools and thieves. An Awakening for one measly soul. An Awakening for one measly title. An Awakening for a new day.

A future riddled with glory and fire. A future plagued with insight and recognition. Resolve for one measly soul. Resolve for one measly title. Resolve for a day never to come again.


Verse III: A Hope
“-But every man is more that just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will nature, is wondrous, and worthy of every consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross…”


Verse IV: A Sermon
It is truly amusing that as long as I have been around in this business that I find the same scum still sticking to the underbelly of this federation. This match means about as much to me as the last and the next. A loss is a loss and a win may very well be a win but in the world that I dwell, neither matters. Shawn does not matter, Trace does not matter, only my truth matters and that is one that lies. My partner too will find his accompaniment to the ring to be as futile as those that stand across from us. Its not a matter of apathy my dear children, no it’s a matter of personal pride. Am I to waste another breathe or another idea on simpletons when there truly are those out there that I know to be true and worthy. Maybe had I stood across from my partner, one might have seen a match worth its weight in gold and bounty but sadly this is not the case. A failed idea is still a failed a idea and a wrestler without talent or resolve is still just that. Malakai is just that.

But please, let me not be bigot. I myself am no saint and I have seen my share of the naïve and I worked hard on my ideas. I have worked hard on my methods and I am absolute. This idea that some day you will be a big star, maybe get your name in the Hall of Fame or even just your name in gold across the bottom of that WFWF title. No, that’s for those who better their methods, for those who see what I have seen. For those like Wayne Mcgurk, who, like myself, has pushed and pulled and grasped onto each rock and climbed the mountain of men both old and new to claim his truth. When you look into my eyes again Trace, when you look into my eyes Malakai, know the one thing that neither of you posses, I resonate. I know what it takes to be on top and choose to lay low and save my strength. I have no quarrel with either of you and nor would it be brave nor courageous to make an enemy out of me or men and women of my kind…..

…oh yea, Amen.

“Amen.”
God