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Post by Akragth on Feb 28, 2017 9:20:42 GMT -5
“The struggle continues.”
Akragth stood in the middle of his desolate room, laughing at the words he had just repeated.
“That is cute, Tommy."
He took in a deep breath.
"You think you know what it is to struggle? You think adding a hashtag will make your pitiful, whiny rambling any more relevant?
“No, let me tell you about struggle. Struggle is wading into a sea of mediocrity and fighting to not be dragged down, drowned. AWE is that sea and people like you are what turn it to mediocrity. Do not worry, though, I am more than ready to fight back, more than capable to fend off your attempts to drag me down.”
He moved over to a table at the side of the room, barely illuminated by the single bulb.
“At first, after seeing your promo, I looked for the point to your ramble. I quickly realised that, of course, your sort are not allowed to play with sharp objects, so I suppose that was always destined to be a fruitless endeavour. It is funny though, that you would say I was too stupid to stay out of your business. Ironic, too, because you have never been a bright one, Thomas.
“No, I inserted myself exactly where I wanted to be because you will, both of you, serve as my example. Think of yourself as a guinea pig of sorts. I will use you to show everyone else what awaits them should they cross my path. I will show them exactly what my wrath means, they will witness what I do to you and learn all about the inevitable fate that will find them.”
Reaching down, Akragth retrieved a file, lifting it out into the light.
“See this? This is everything I know about you. A near decade of information. AFC, TFI, WoD!, GEW, BFW and now AWE. Probably more besides, but who is counting, right? It seems our fates are entwined; but your fate is - and always was - to be beneath me. Your destiny is to be the person upon whom I tread as I ascend to the top. You are nothing, Tommy, but a rung in the ladder. A lowly, isolated, worn and forgotten rung, at that. And just as before, it is inevitable that you will fall victim to me once again.”
He shrugged.
“Still, at least you are used to it, I suppose, it has always been this way.”
Throwing the file down, Akragth turned back toward the camera.
“And Zack. Where do I even begin with you?”
He scoffed.
“Truthfully I expected better than the little charade you put on. When did Adam Wolfe start writing your promo material? It seems to me that during your time away, you have lost your touch. Time away that was, correct me if I'm wrong, longer than my own, by the way?
“Do be careful, old friend, I would so hate for you to bump your head and have to spend another eight months out of action...”
Akragth chuckled, shaking his head.
“Zack, let me make something crystal clear; I do not need the element of surprise against you. If I wanted that, I would still have it. But no, I want you to know that I am coming for you. For however smart you believe yourself to be, you fail to understand that you are already playing my game. A game where I hold all of the cards and you do not even know the rules by which we play.”
Moving to sit on the table’s edge, Akragth turned away from the camera and looked off to the side of the screen.
“Where this turns plain sad, however, is that you actually think you are the challenge. You actually believe that you are the end goal.”
He mockingly laughed, his derision of Zack blatant.
“You are not. You are merely the starting point, but you are not the destination. Sure, you can argue that you have been a champion here in recent times, but in truth that says more about everyone else than it does about you. ”
Akragth slowly clapped.
“Congratulations on that loss, by the way. I knew you could do it.”
He turned back to the camera, sneering beneath the mask.
“So I walk into this match and I face you and Tommy without not a shred of trepidation in me. I walk in knowing exactly what you two can do, the predictable creatures you are. But me? Ha, you think that you know me? You think me predictable? You cannot predict me, you cannot foresee me . Look at sweet little Kassandrah and her arguments to the contrary. She still could not stop me, she still could not predict me.”
He stood, moving closer to the camera.
“But please, by all means, underestimate me. For all of your words, your little charade, we both know that I am already in your head - and no amount of trying to deflect that with your usual routine of ‘talk nonsense and hope nobody notices I’m clueless’ will work this time.
“The simply truth is that you cannot win and no matter what you may think, any notion of you defeating me is nothing more than ‘your Fantanasy’.”
Akragth reached out, taking hold of the camera.
“Zack, let me make this simple. Come Massacre #9 I will raze all that you have built to try and restore your reputation right back into the ground. I will take that which you have fought to gain and I will not do so for fame, glory or riches, nor because of any silly obsession that demands I must, but simply because I can. When I win, when I show you how woefully inadequate you are, when I beat you despite no element of surprise, that is when you will remember just why I am The Destroyer.”
The feed ended.
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