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Post by Akragth on Mar 12, 2017 9:25:53 GMT -5
The view opened on a few of New York from an elevated position, most likely atop a large skyscraper. Peering down, the camera focused, emphasising the distance of the drop.
“As I stand here on the edge, I am reminded of the frailty of life. The thin line which makes the difference between life and death, success and failure.”
Akragth turned the camera and held it up, the synthetic ‘hair’ of his mask billowing softly in the breeze. He looked beyond it, downward, toward the street beneath.
“I have heard the talk, the rumours, the nonsense. Allow me to be clear: at Massacre #9 I did not fail, I completed my goal and withdrew. Zack Fantana may have defeated Tommy Stone in the ring, but it is only to be expected that Stone would fail when left alone and by then I had already achieved what I wanted.
“But still I hear the question all of you asking why. Why did I do it?”
Shaking his head, Akragth looked back up to the camera.
“You shall never know.
“In fact, on the topic of asking questions, it seems to me that many of you have learned nothing yet. Asking me why I do what I do is futile. I am not like you, I do not think like you, and I sure as hell do not expect you to understand why I did what I did. Nor, indeed, do I care if you think you understand. None of that matters. What does matter is that everything went to plan.
“So who is next for me? Dom DiBona is it?”
Akragth paused for a second, checking the email he had been sent.
“No, not DiBona, the other one. The lesser one. Lawson, is it? Well, inferior Dom, what can I tell you about our next match? Ha, I suppose everything and nothing, truth be told, but to do so would bore me. The more pertinent question would be what do you intend to do to survive?
“Now I am sure you have some intricate, detailed plan. Allow me to assure you, though, that whatever little design you have in your mind is not going to carry you through. So just do yourself a favour and throw it away now. Last show I may have had my own agenda, an agenda that saw certain actions take place; but this time there is no such agenda. This time I do not need to hold back and I do not need to show anything but my true power.
“In the end, that is what this all comes down to, isn't it? Power...the power to do as I please. The power to undertake tasks to fulfill goals that remain hidden from the sight of you small minded people. The power to strike anyone, anytime, anyplace.
“And despite the blabber of that obtuse, ignorant pawn, Fantana, my true power has not yet been shown here. He would have you believe that my words are hyperbole, but he is a fool. He is just like all of those people who sit in the crowd, wallowing in ignorance and mediocrity whilst believing themselves intelligent and accomplished. But what about you, inferior Dom? Are you ignorant too?”
He chuckled.
“I should expect so. After all, ignorance is how you lost everything, is it not? Ignorant of the fact you were being played by your booker. Ignorant of the harsh reality of what this industry can, and will, do to a man. You found that out the hard way, with the loss of your money, house and your goddamn spine.
“And now you have to battle me. I would say sorry for your misfortune, but only the weak would ever offer such an apology. I would go easy on you, but there is no pit, no mercy. The truth, the naked fact, is that you, inferior Dom, simply do not belong here in AWE. This is a place for fighters, but you, you are nobody. You are nothing. You are here simply for a paycheck, to make ends meet, to try and claw back at least some of your dignity that you lost. You are not a proud warrior or a worthy adversary. You are a broken man, a mere fragment of what you might once have been.
“You claim to be ‘The Law’. Assuming you’re not just a Judge Dredd fanboy, what are you the law, exactly? Failure? Stupidity? Desperation? After all, those are your three best attributes, are they not?”
With a shake of his head, Akragth sighed.
“The truth is that you are the law of nothing. How could you be anything more when you are nothing? You are way out of your depth here. So at least do us both a favour and bring me your best, Lawson. Maybe, just maybe then it might actually be fun to put you down. It might actually become an exhibition of my skill instead of the slaughter of your career. At least you may bask in the fact that you got to witness my true power first hand.
“Because is what will happen, Lawson. I will break you and in your case it shall not be because it is part of my plan. No, it will be simply because you are a pathetic wreck of a man and you have no right being here. Your mind, soul, body and career will all leave Massacre broken, ruined beyond any hope of redemption. You will leave and you will never return.
“But hey, do not worry, for you can still collect your oh so coveted paycheck on your way out.”
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