Post by The Gangsta on Apr 22, 2015 20:11:05 GMT -5
Ante Whitner RP
A King’s Anthem
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“Then I saw a new heaven and a new Earth, for the first heaven and the first Earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.”
They told me I was a liar. They told me I was a tyrant. They told me I was a king. A king with a gold crown upon his head and an iron scepter to rule the land. The fear was struck in all of the individuals who opposed me. A fear unbreakable and undeniably destructive that those who welded it at my command simply vanished off of the face of the Earth.
The fear stuck through the hearts of all until a vindicator arrived. The vindicator of an outside force with a promise of justice and equality. The people looked to the vindicator as a liberator and a peaceful force bound to destroy the fear I had caused. In an ultimate battle, the fear sought by myself was destroyed, leaving the land with prosperity for the first time.
However, the vindicator put all of his heart into destroying this fear that he had vanished as well. The people still had a king, but a stronger will to oppose him. I never let them loose. My warriors secured those who opposed me and created a new fear. The fear of uncertainty.
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December 16th, 2014
Seattle, Washington
Seattle, Washington
DMK: Who wants some?
I enter DMK’s office in the backroom of his strip club. The plastic wrappers and cans of beer flooded his office, leaving an unpleasant odor.
Samael: Donnie, let’s just get to business already. You f*cking kidnapped the dude and he just wants to go home.
DMK: Right, right. Okay, welcome to my office Ante.
Ante: Uh, thank you? You probably should’ve done a little cleanup before you invited me here to talk.
With a smug look on his face, DMK casually ignores my statement.
DMK: So, let’s talk business Ante. I’ve seen your work, both in ring and out of the ring. If you haven’t already guessed, I’m very impressed.
Ante: What’s the catch?
DMK: Well, we’ve talked over a few times and we would like you to join us.
Join the KoKaine Konspiracy? Is this guy f*ckin’ nuts?
Ante: Well…
A bit of rustling outside the window behind DMK forces me to stop my response.
DMK: Yo, can one of you close the window? I don’t want anybody outside hearing this sh*t.
Tugarin strolls over to the window and furiously shuts it, almost breaking it.
DMK: I said to close it, not break it. Anyways, what were you saying?
Ante: Well, I’m not entirely sure about this.
DMK, with a confused look on his face, turns to Samael and whispers in his ear. Samael then leans up from DMK’s midget office desk with a grin on his face.
Samael: We get it man. You have a flourishing career right now and you don’t want these drug-addicts messing with your business. Well, look. Try this and tell us if you want to join or not.
Samael pulls a blunt from DMK’s desk and hands it to me.
Ante: I’m not trying this. My brother got addicted to this sh*t and…
DMK: Just try it.
I pull the blunt toward my mouth and grab DMK’s lighter. The flame smoothly burns the tip of the blunt and releases smoke into the air. The taste of pure marijuana and something else fill my throat.
Samael: So, how is it?
I’ve tried pot before, but this was different. There was a special touch that made me enter a world of bright colors and shiny diamonds. Their voices soon became slow and almost incoherent. I chuckle a bit at the feeling.
Ante: It feels good man.
DMK: What do you say? Will you become a lone wolf by leaving us or will you become a king?
I’ve always wanted to be a king. The lucid effects of the blunt start to fade away as DMK starts to reappear.
Ante: The last time I joined a group of individuals was back in Yonkers. Have you heard about the Ghosts and sh*t?
Holding a blunt in my hand, I slowly lean back in the little chair in front of DMK’s desk.
Samael: I've heard about it. What was that all about again?
Ante: Well, it was group of guys just like you three, but much larger. These guys were the kingpins of the drug dealing business in Yonkers. During the day, they would sell heroin and coke and at night, they would shoot up, snort, smoke, and relax. It came to the point where these guys were in it to harm others. I joined their group because of the fear of my father and his possible wrath.
DMK: So, what happened?
Ante: They kinda went out in a blaze of glory if I may say myself. Their leader was a real douche and stirred up a flame that couldn’t be stopped. This fire grew into a real fire where the police and firemen intervened to stop the lunatics trying to escape. I lost someone really close to me that night.
DMK: A girl? Your brother?
Reluctant to tell him, I lean towards him once more.
Ante: Yeah, a girl. She was there since the beginning and only then was about to find out the pleasures of the real world and not the secluded one of the Ghost’s world. It was the leader’s wrath that took her out. I just ran from it and never looked back. I would’ve turned to salt if I did.
DMK starts to chuckle a bit and so does Samael. I think even Tugarin too.
DMK: Ah man, it always starts with the girl. Hell, that’s why I run this joint. You can’t get really attached to these girls. They’re only in it for the money.
I guess that kinda makes sense.
Ante: But, I never really knew if she left the world or not. I left her to die because of the cops who showed up. They were on an investigation on the Ghosts for years and if I was caught, I would be in prison right now.
Samael puts his hands on the desk.
Samael: Alright, so you smoked a nice blunt of ours and told us a little story about you, now will you join us or not?
I begin to hear a voice outside. DMK orders Tugarin to find out what it is.
Ante: Am I taking a huge risk here?
DMK: Well, if we are going to beat those Hollywood Unhinged kids at the Clash and take those titles, you could become the center of attention when it comes to vengeance.
So the Hollywood Unhinged guys will beat the sh*t out of me because Samael and Tugarin take their titles? Pssshhtt, I can take them in one shot.
Samael: Are you in?
Ante: Sure.
DMK bursts into excitement, flipping his little middle fingers into the air.
DMK: Hahaha, yes! F*ck the WFWF! We got you now man.
Is this a f*ckin' numbers game? Am I a pawn in this giant chess game?
Is this a f*ckin' numbers game? Am I a pawn in this giant chess game?
Samael: You picked the right choice Ante. Welcome to the KKK army.
Tugarin walks back into the room with a man on his shoulders.
DMK: Who the hell is this?
Tugarin: I caught him sneaking around the back. An underage kid looking for a good time.
A teenager. He kinda looks like me. The long shaggy hair and the minuscule facial hair features. The look in his eyes kinda set him apart.
Samael: So, what are you doing around here kid?
Samael slaps him across the face. The teenager spits at him.
DMK: Kid, you don’t wanna do something you’ll regret later. You know we are right?
The kid refuses to talk as Tugarin’s grip on his wrists tighten. The kid yells a bit.
Samael: Just in case you didn’t know, I’m Samael Ahriman. These two guys are Ante Whitner and Tugarin Zmey. This is our leader, Donnie Monty Kent. We’re the KoKaine Konspiracy bitch.
He spits even more.
DMK: Ante, would you gladly start the beatdown of this f*ckin’ punk?
Hesitantly, I rise from my chair and look at the kid. He shows no fear.
Ante: Don’t mess with us ever again buddy.
He spits in my face. The bipolar trigger in my brain sets me off. I begin to pound the kid’s face in. I start to choke him and beat him senseless. It comes to the point where Tugarin has to pull me off him.
Samael: Didn’t expect you to beat the living sh*t out of him, hahaha. You’re the right fit for this group.
As I look down at the bloodied kid, writhing in agonizing pain, DMK gives me a warm handshake. The KKK is gonna give me the edge I need to succeed.
DMK: Now, we got you an apartment not too far from here to stay in. I know you have that house in Miami, but if you want to become apart of us, we need you in close contact. The WFWF will be in Seattle sometime after the Clash, so I’d say to get your sh*t together before then. Got it?
Ante: I gotcha.
DMK: Good, here’s the key to your apartment. The address is on that little note attached to it. Find it and make yourself comfortable.
DMK hands me the brass keys.
Ante: Thanks.
Samael: If you want, I can drive you there.
Ante: Nah man, I’m good. Thanks though.
As I’m about to leave, DMK asks me a question.
DMK: Hey, before you go, can you dump this kid outside?
Ante: Yeah, sure.
DMK: Thanks Ante. And again, welcome to the army.
I pull the kid by his wrist. I exit through the backdoor and the bouncers look confused. I tell them who I am and they let me go. I pull the kid towards to front.
Ante: Look kid, don’t do anything stupid, alright?
The kid can barely keep his eyes open. I leave him by a pile of trash.
Ante: Well, see ya. Just don't be an asshat again.
I guess this is truly what being king feels like.
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“And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.”
The fear of uncertainty struck the people harder than the fear before. The vindicator’s ashes are thrown over a cliff with the feeling of defeat still in the air. The people begin to work harder as a punishment. I look down at these peasants and laugh at their failure.
Soon, I look to the sky as a crow flies around my kingdom. He lets out his call, putting forth my eagle senses into action. He lures me into his deep trance. I refuse to follow him, but the people begin to shout for him.
Their cheers fuel my rage and make me go after the crow. The crow was no match for an eagle. The crow cowers into the crowd of people, proving how worthless this crow is. As he lay dead on the ground in a sea of people, the fear of uncertainty increases.
The king returns to his kingdom with pleasure in the air. Smiling and enjoying his power, the king relaxes and is proud of his accomplishments. I mean, come on. I’m the longest reigning National Champion in WFWF history, right?
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December 30th, 2014
London, England
Ante: Look Ben, I am seriously moving to Seattle.
Ben: I told you these guys aren’t good for you. They’re trying to blackmail you.
Ante: Maybe they are, but I don’t f*ckin’ care.
Here I am, standing in my hotel room with my agent annoying the sh*t out of me like he always does. Just another day in the life of Ante Whitner.
Ben: Ante, that house in Miami is priceless. It truly doesn’t get better than that. You’re leaving that girl Ivy behind and that nice bar of hers.
Ante: Look, I don’t care about Ivy and her bar and sh*t. I’m moving to Seattle to operate with the KKK, whether you like it or not.
Ben: How am I gonna sell your house in Miami then Ante? That thing is worth a fortune and in today’s economy, people can’t afford that sh*t. What apartment are you looking into anyway?
I point to the apartment on my laptop.
Ben: Jesus Christ Ante. How am I gonna get three million dollars in a month? You can't just get a regular house for once? Anyways, why does DMK want you in Seattle in a month?
Ante: Because the WFWF comes to Seattle in a month and we’re working out a plan to take over.
I didn’t mention the specifics of the plan, but he kinda gets the idea.
Ben: I see, take over an entire company.
Ante: Yeah Ben. So you’re not as dumb as I thought you would be.
Ben: Shut up. You mentioned you were going to a cafe earlier. With whom?
I had planned to meet Christa in an hour to formally reunite again. The brief altercation yesterday prevented me from doing that.
Ante: I’m going with a woman I had met a long time ago. I found out yesterday she lives here. I haven’t seen her in years.
Ben: Ahh, I see now. Gonna get yourself a girlfriend aren’t ya?
Ante: No dumbass. I’m just gonna talk to her and sh*t.
Ben: Okay, sure…
Ante: Get out, I have to get ready.
Ben: Ooohh, fancy lunch date isn’t it?
Damn he can be a real pain sometimes.
Ante: No, just f*ckin’ go.
Ben: Alright, tell me how it goes fancy boy.
Ben leaves and I lay out a pair of clothes that I typically wouldn’t wear. Who knows if she is married or not around here? I can’t dress too fancy.
I get dressed and head out. What should I expect? I haven’t seen the girl in 9 years. I set up our reunion at a cafe in downtown London. As I get there, I see Christa patiently waiting at the one table outside.
Ante: Uh, hello there.
Christa: Are you gonna pass out again?
I smile and chuckle a bit.
Ante: No, not today.
She signals me to sit down. There is a couple, obnoxiously talking in the background.
Ante: So, what has happened in the past nine years?
Christa: Ante, I don’t want to talk about what has happened.
Ante: What do you mean?
Christa: I’ll get straight to the point then. Point is Ante, I don’t have much longer to live.
I feel my leg start to shake as she gives me the bad news. My eyes widen and stare into the dying soul that Christa has.
Ante: What?!
Christa: Yeah, I’m not gonna be around for much longer. I have AIDS and I got it from Larry nine years back when he did that sh*t to me at the Ghost’s Den.
F*ck. All those needles, all those times Larry did sh*t to her. Everything just comes crashing down like that.
Ante: My god Christa. I finally reunited with you and boom, you’re on the brink of death.
Christa: I've been living with HIV for years now. I can’t get pregnant and have a family because of this disease. It’s just like taking a gamble.
Ante: Why did you move here?
Christa: Money. It’s as simple as that. Living in New York presents little to no opportunities for a woman with HIV like me. The cost of living here in London with all of the medical expenses don’t add up as much as it does in New York. With that being said, the jobs here are great too. No prejudice, no abuse, nothing.
Ante: Do you know why I’m in England? And how in the hell did you know my room number?
Christa: Yes, of course. I know you are the National Champion and you’re here in London to defend it at the Wembley. All I needed to do was go to a hotel and find out where you are, it’s as simple as that.
Ante: I don’t think a hotel manager would just give away room numbers like its a lottery.
Christa: You’d be surprised. The Rembrandt is notorious for that sh*t.
Here I am. Heading into a match in front of a capacity crowd of 85,000 screaming fans and being told that an old-time friend is dying very soon. This is the sh*t that occurs on a normal basis when you’re the National Champion.
Ante: Is that it? You’re just gonna tell me that you’re dying shortly? Christa, I haven’t seen you in nine f*ckin’ years.
Christa: Did you take your meds this morning?
Ante: F*ck you.
Christa: Hey, hey, I’m sorry, alright? There’s more to it Ante.
Ante: Then tell me because this lunch date is absolutely going nowhere.
Christa moves back in her chair with water filling up her eyes. I stare at her with the sharp and painful glare I give towards people.
Christa: Shortly after I moved out here, I adopted a son.
F*ck, f*ck, F*CK!! I get it now. She’s on her deathbed and she wants me to take care of her son for the rest of my f*ckin’ life. Pretty funny how I'm that quick to realize sh*t.
Ante: I get it now.
I stand up and I’m about to leave when Christa pulls me back.
Christa: No, no, no Ante. I know what you think.
Ante: Oh yeah? What am I thinking, huh?
Christa: I want you to adopt him, am I right?
Ante: Yeah, f*ckin’ bingo!
Christa: No Ante. That’s not it.
I step towards her, making a big scene at this tiny cafe in downtown London.
Ante: Then what is it?!
Christa: Your friend, Frankie, is alone in Yonkers, right? I mean, I've heard stories.
Oh sh*t.
Ante: Yeah, look I’m-
Christa: Can you ask him if he wants to adopt him? His name is Peter and he’s five. I know it’s hard and-
Ante: Christa, look at where I am. I’m in f*ckin’ England and I have to have an in-depth conversation with him about this. And what do I do? I just bring the kid to New York and expect Frankie to take him in?
Christa: Yes.
Ante: So you’re basically giving your f*ckin’ son away to a stranger.
Christa: I know you wouldn’t hurt him Ante. You never hurt me and hell, when Larry treated you like his slave, you didn’t hurt him either. You only hurt others in the ring.
Haha. You might as well tell that to the KKK while you’re at it. I beat the living sh*t out of a punk a few weeks ago.
Ante: I’ve hurt many people Christa. And I don’t want to be responsible if anything happens to him. Look, I’m not one of the other wrestlers in the WFWF, alright?
Christa: What do you mean?
Reluctant to tell her, I do.
Ante: Recently, Donnie Monty Kent and his two guys, Samael Ahriman and Tugarin Zmey, recruited me to be apart of their KKK army.
Christa: My god. Why Ante?
Ante: It was all or nothing. Where would I go without a brilliant mastermind like DMK himself?
Christa: Do you live in Seattle with them?
I did not expect her to know all of this sh*t. Jeez.
Ante: I plan to. Going to New York is out of the way and I don’t want the guys chasing after me to get him too. No one knows about you and Frankie and whatever happened to me years ago. Only the KKK knows.
Christa: Wow. How come you aren’t-
Ante: With them yet? I am, it’s just that we have to wait for the right moment. Maybe at the Clash, Homecoming, who knows?
Christa: I have to go to a doctor’s appointment soon. Are you gonna take him to New York or not?
I can’t make decisions like this. F*ck, sh*t, god damn it. I hear the pain that Frankie has experience when he is alone at his house in Yonkers. The frustration of not being able to move and the sake of being lonely all the time. I have to do it.
Ante: Yes. Just tell me when I need to pick him up.
Christa: Oh my god Ante, thank you!
She leans in and hugs me. Tears fill her eyes as she sobs and cries on my shoulder.
Christa: Pick Peter up at five o’clock on the day before the Clash.
What?! Is she insane?
Ante: Christa, I’m gonna be training and sh*t for my match with Shapiro.
Christa: Ok, I’ll bring him right before the show. Maybe you can get him front-row seats?
My god, does this woman know that there is crazy wrestlers around, like Schneider.
Ante: I don’t know if he should be watching this sh*t.
Christa: He watches it with me all the time. His favorite wrestlers are Josh Dean and Nikki Dean.
Ah, a kid who likes the dick-suckers. Typical.
Ante: Fine. Bring him to my room and I’ll drive him to the stadium.
Christa: Great! Thank you!
She leans in and kisses my cheek. The love and passion of my sixteen-year old self returns.
Christa leaves the cafe, rubbing her eyes and making a phone call. She starts to cough when she enters her taxi. I start to shake my head and mutter to myself:
“What have I done?”
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“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, ‘Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them.’ They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.”
Sipping out of his chalice of red wine, crafted by his hard working people, the king enjoys his prosperous land. Without a vindicator to strike justice in their hearts, the fear of uncertainty calmly does its job.
However, a familiar crow call is heard again. The same crow has been resurrected and attempts to claim the king’s throne. The brave king puts the eagle senses into action again and ruthlessly tries to slay the crow.
Bruised and battered, the king requires his trusty nobleman to help finish the job. A violent battle ensues as more crows approach over the horizon. The king recovers and fights back. An old war between good and evil has been resurrected.
After many puddles of blood and tears drown the healthy crops of the land, the king falls on to the ground. With his noblemen and crows seemingly off in the distance ensuing in the battle, a light shines down from the heavens. God’s dwelling place. Could this be a new vindicator? Will they release the people of their fear of uncertainty.
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January 7th, 2015
The Clash
As I begin my phase of preparing, Christa pulls up outside of the hotel. I smile and gladly wait until I hear a knock on the door. The door knocks and I let Christa and her son, Peter, enter the room.
Peter: Woah, you’re Ante Whitner!
Ante: Yeah, hey kid. Your name is Peter, right?
Peter: Yup.
Ante: You’re gonna have fun tonight. You know you’re coming to the Clash, right?
Peter: Yeah, mommy told me in the car.
Ante: Great, can mommy and I talk for a minute?
Peter: Yeah, sure.
Christa begins to tear up again. She is never going to see her son for the rest of her life.
Ante: Hey, you alright?
Christa: Yeah, it’s just-
Ante: I get it.
I embrace her as the end nears.
Christa: Just make sure you know he eats and stuff. I can’t make this, too emotional for him.
Ante: Yeah, got it.
Christa walks towards Peter, trying to hold back the tears.
Christa: Alright honey, be good, ok?
Peter: Yeah mommy.
Christa: Thank you.
She fights back the tears and hugs him. She kisses him on the forehead.
Peter: Bye mommy.
Christa: Bye sweetie.
Christa walks out of the room. I say my final goodbyes.
Ante: I'll keep you in my prayers. Bye Christa.
Christa: Goodbye Ante.
We hug each other. As I close the door, I hear her cries spill out and she exits the Rembrandt. The Ghosts chapter of my life has finally been closed.
Peter: So, what are we gonna do now?
Ante: We are going to go to the Clash, alright?
Peter: Yay!
I never knew being a parent could be so rewarding. He is excited for one of the biggest nights in his life, yet not realizing the harsh reality of the situation. It makes me question if I should take him to Frankie’s or take him with me back to Seattle.
Ante: Alright Pete, get in the car.
I pull out my title belt and give it to him.
Ante: Like it?
Peter: Yeah! It’s so cool. What is this red color over here?
I realize it is the blood stain of one of my other victims, Axel Thornstowe.
Ante: Oh, that’s part of the belt.
We pull up into the backlot of the stadium. DMK, Samael, and Tugarin are right there, waiting for me.
Samael: Who’s the kid Ante?
Ante: This is Peter. He’s coming to the show tonight.
Peter looks at Tugarin and begins to tremble in fear.
DMK: What is he doing here?
Ante: Look, I’ll tell you later. Just let him be.
DMK: Alright, go in the locker room, I’ll take the kid. I have a seat for him in the front row.
Should I trust DMK to bring Peter to the stadium? It’s pretty funny that he is about his size too.
Ante: Alright. Peter stay with him, okay?
Peter: Uh, yeah.
DMK and Peter stroll off while Samael and Tugarin follow me into the back.
Samael: Why do you have a f*cking kid Ante? Is there something you aren’t telling us?
Ante: It’s a long story, I’ll tell you after the match. I gotta get ready.
I jog around the stadium and begin to lace up my boots and head out. A door gets kicked down and the furious KKK walk in.
DMK: Look, whatever you’re doing to that kid, keep him out of our business.
Ante: Long story short, his mother is dying and I need to get him to America so he can live with my friend. That’s the only reason he’s here.
Samael: I guess that’s smarter than keeping him in Seattle with us. Still a bit too vague if the kid’s mom is dying and you’re holding on to him for now.
Ante: His mother lives here, so what I have to do is bring him here tonight and then once we leave London, I head to Yonkers with him.
DMK: Alright, but please, don’t let him get into your head. Kids can do all kinds of sh*t, especially to people like you. You know this is best for your future.
I shrug my shoulders and nod to them.
DMK: Good, now get out there and conquer Shapiro. Be the king.
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“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelations 21:1
The glowing light of the new vindicator sparks cheers and tears of joy. The king gets ready to put on his golden armor and fight another vindicator once more. However, as this vindicator nears the king’s palace, the king starts to recognize this person.
It is a reawakening of an old foe. An old enemy, who is married to the crow. And now she returns with a flame in her eye, as if she had never died.
The title she never lost is held up high. The king’s staff, along with his title, are also held up high. The second battle for the title has begun. An end is near, and there is no escape this time.
Everything the king had fought for was suddenly being challenged by multiple warriors of various empires. Whether they were a lone wolf or a god amongst men, they looked to defeat the king. The king couldn’t be stopped.
The heaven that has been molded from the dead souls of the old one have turned against him. God himself has turned against this holy king. The king was forced to adopt a new breed of religious superiority and reinvent new methods to rule over his people.
The amount of days he has been king are being unmeasurable. He has shattered many records set by the kings before him. The new vindicator, who has claimed the throne before him, claims the same stake she set many months ago.
The battle between good and evil has just begun.
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The King’s Anthem has been heard many times Nikki. It seems faint that you have returned to challenge a man like myself. In the months you have been gone, I’ve shattered records, like the longest reigning National Champion in WFWF history, and absolutely replaced you as the biggest strive towards the future.
Injury can’t keep a king down. And that is why you were never a queen to begin with. You let the injuries persist and hold you back from obtaining immortality. It may be true you never lost your title, but it is true that I’m the official recognized champion as of this moment.
You can talk all you want about me. I've defeated Axel Thornstowe. I’ve defeated Shapiro. I’ve defeated Devilkiller. I’ve defeated Samael Ahriman. I’ve defeated the very purpose the SOS stands for.
I mocked you by joining the KoKaine Konspiracy. I’ve evolved into a maniac with a knack for power, while you sat at home contemplating a return to the ring.
You should’ve been more careful with what you wished for. Coming off of a career-threatening injury like the one you had and fighting a man like me is bad for your health. And of course, your image.
I am a king now Nikki. It’s time to face it. In the wake of your long absence, I’ve become a king unlike any other. I am farther on the path to immortality than you will ever be.
There is no requiem. There is no heaven to claim your soul after death. And there is most definitely a fear of uncertainty following you. Every step and every move you take determines your fate at End Game.
Whether you perish like everyone else before me, or actually overcome the odds, your fate will be sealed in the form of blood and unconsciousness. It is then you will begin to realize what you truly stepped in for. A world of hurt and suffering.
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“Let Ante’s anthem be heard ‘round the world!”
The fear overcomes the people once more. All in unison, they chant:
“Hail King Ante!”
