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Post by therealdealbookr on Nov 1, 2006 14:12:14 GMT -5
We see an Asian temple, it looks to be very old but still used today. It’s sunny and the grass is blowing with the breeze, there’s hardly any wind at all, and it’s complete utter silence apart from the huffing and puffing from the warriors and fighters practicing out front and from inside the temple. All is quiet here, people come to learn the tactics of combat and battle it out for recognition. We go into the temple and there is CJR kicking and punching at a wooden pole, bare foot, bare handed, all he is wearing is track pants and nothing else. He stops and now all is silent, as he gives a cold look into the camera.
“I am the King of combat! Before I was a sad, whiny bitch who pretended to be evil, I was a jerk. Now I’ve realized that my ways were unnecessary, but there’s still one thing bothering me in the world, see and that is people who are like my past, evil, cold and bitter. After realizing my ways, and changing my destiny, I’ve grown to hate those types. I want to so desperately get my hands on those who bring evil upon us, for those who make our world a bitter hell; I want to teach them a lesson. You see when I was like the way I was I never accomplished anything, now I’ve been training almost every hour of every day, I’ve hardly gotten any sleep…For one reason, and one reason only, for WFWF. I want to reach the top, and teach those who step in my path a lesson, I am a natural born champion, I am the King of Combat, and I am CJR!”
Again we here nothing as CJR fades from our view, through the big doors of the temple.
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