Post by TyTy on Nov 17, 2013 22:42:00 GMT
A simple voice.
"There is a house.
Perhaps not the most elegant way to introduce ourselves to this realm but alas, there is a house indeed.
But what is a house? How was it built? Whom was the man that laid the foundation? Did he see it built or did he task someone to build it on his behalf? Did he build it for his own sake or was it for profit that it was created? As the walls went up, did he dream of his future there? Was his imagination running wild dreaming of the family he would raise there? When the roof covered it, was he overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of moving in? As the years dragged on, how many smiles and how many tears were shed inside? How many people came in and out the door, how many memories were created? When the man grew old and grey, did the man look back and reminisce on the days spent there?
One match, one spark, one flame... It becomes irrelevant.
Life is so very difficult to create, death is so very easy to fall. A rose must be watered every day and kept in sunlight for the bud to bloom but once. Many man finds it beautiful but forget how fragile it is. Under my foot, it dies. Everywhere I walk, I spread it's smell as my shoe hits the pavement until even that fades.
No matter how beautiful the bloom, a flame will destroy it.
Why do I speak of roses and houses? Simply put, I speak of fragility. Some men exist in life to spread joy and peace and love and whatever the Beatles or the Michael Bubles would know of but that is not my role in this world. I exist merely to show the world what is worth living. Lust is the name they have given me, it is accurate to describe me. I am here to be that flame, to be the fire that burns the IWF, to be the force that consumes it. I am not here to destroy, I am here to show the world how useless wrestling is. Destroying is merely my method.
I was once many. Orphans, cripples, weak minded fouls. Of me, there were many weak pieces. These people, though they were many, were fragile. They did not find what they needed in the churches or on the television, they found it in the ruins and the landfills. They knew they were useless, they were fragile but now, they are consumed. For years, they squashed their emotions and their desires because culture told them that their needs were wrong. They gave up who they were and became part of me. I consumed them and they are me. I was sifted, I was filtered and now, this is what stands.
I am a virus.
Some men claim to be heathy, claim to be strong but two men I have found don't. Shogun and Jackhammer. Were they not prone to their own sin, they would be of great service to this body of Lust. Wrath, Pride, sweet sweet Greed, emotions that may just be more powerful than Lust to fall into to. My hands, listen to me, these men you can trust. They will betray you, they will break you. They won't lie to you, they have no reason to lie.
Listen to me my hands, do as they command for their purpose matches with my purpose, all of mine's purposes. The IWF is the place to unleash my Lust, to unleash their wrath.
In every backroom and every office, corruption seeps. Our world is nothing but boardroom back-stabbings and in ring handshakes. Be the sparks, be the matches. Let all burn. Listen to me my many hands, start the flame that levels this realm. From the ashes of the fire that burns, only the strong may stand.
I am strong, I am many. Shogun is strong but he is few. Listen to me my hands, protect him. When the fire comes, he shall endure. Many man will seek to bring him down but now, he is many with my hand's protection.
The fire burns, the infection seeps. My hands, be the virus to this sick realm. Burn it to ashes. For now, it views itself as a house, as rose. It is little but kindling seeking to be burnt. Do my hands understand."
“My Master,” proclaims the Head Lust, “What marvellous our aim,
I will do what thou commands, this'll ne'er be the same.
Infected, corrupted, I will all do my part,
the wound, the cleansing, the destruction of hearts.
You command us to trample and to burn this realm bare
and so, great Master, it shall be done. The cleansing comes here.”
The female Lust, looks unto the fire and smiles.
“Master,” she whispers, excitement filling her voice, “you command me to do little more than I please.
These men, these big, strong, hateful men, are exactly the types that I always wished that would be blessed to me. I am treated great by the head. Let them cause much carnage as all of I destroy with them. The great day of blood comes soon! Oh my!”
“Master but. Lust want fight too.”
The large, burly Lust's voice is filled with sadness as he continues, “Lust like wrestle. Wrestle fun. Why Lust no fight. Why Lust protect Hammer-man and Gun-man. Lust want wrestle.”
“Relax oaf,” the female Lust assuredly urged, “there will be a time for that soon enough. Trust me, trust the head, there will be lots of time for blood to come. Lust can have all the fun we will ever desire and we will get a chance to reap bountiful harvests of destruction and torment. Oh my, I can barely contain myself in just thinking of it. Is that not right Master?”
The voice beams, the Master speaks.
“Listen to me my hands, what I desire shall be accomplished. Now go, slay IWF. Burn it, crush it, infect it.
Regardless oh whom it is that crosses our path, I shall prevail. Our will be done. Cyrus Daniels and Bernard de Montfort. I have prepared you, my hands for this challenged. We are not scared.
The infection spreads now."
"There is a house.
Perhaps not the most elegant way to introduce ourselves to this realm but alas, there is a house indeed.
But what is a house? How was it built? Whom was the man that laid the foundation? Did he see it built or did he task someone to build it on his behalf? Did he build it for his own sake or was it for profit that it was created? As the walls went up, did he dream of his future there? Was his imagination running wild dreaming of the family he would raise there? When the roof covered it, was he overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of moving in? As the years dragged on, how many smiles and how many tears were shed inside? How many people came in and out the door, how many memories were created? When the man grew old and grey, did the man look back and reminisce on the days spent there?
One match, one spark, one flame... It becomes irrelevant.
Life is so very difficult to create, death is so very easy to fall. A rose must be watered every day and kept in sunlight for the bud to bloom but once. Many man finds it beautiful but forget how fragile it is. Under my foot, it dies. Everywhere I walk, I spread it's smell as my shoe hits the pavement until even that fades.
No matter how beautiful the bloom, a flame will destroy it.
Why do I speak of roses and houses? Simply put, I speak of fragility. Some men exist in life to spread joy and peace and love and whatever the Beatles or the Michael Bubles would know of but that is not my role in this world. I exist merely to show the world what is worth living. Lust is the name they have given me, it is accurate to describe me. I am here to be that flame, to be the fire that burns the IWF, to be the force that consumes it. I am not here to destroy, I am here to show the world how useless wrestling is. Destroying is merely my method.
I was once many. Orphans, cripples, weak minded fouls. Of me, there were many weak pieces. These people, though they were many, were fragile. They did not find what they needed in the churches or on the television, they found it in the ruins and the landfills. They knew they were useless, they were fragile but now, they are consumed. For years, they squashed their emotions and their desires because culture told them that their needs were wrong. They gave up who they were and became part of me. I consumed them and they are me. I was sifted, I was filtered and now, this is what stands.
I am a virus.
Some men claim to be heathy, claim to be strong but two men I have found don't. Shogun and Jackhammer. Were they not prone to their own sin, they would be of great service to this body of Lust. Wrath, Pride, sweet sweet Greed, emotions that may just be more powerful than Lust to fall into to. My hands, listen to me, these men you can trust. They will betray you, they will break you. They won't lie to you, they have no reason to lie.
Listen to me my hands, do as they command for their purpose matches with my purpose, all of mine's purposes. The IWF is the place to unleash my Lust, to unleash their wrath.
In every backroom and every office, corruption seeps. Our world is nothing but boardroom back-stabbings and in ring handshakes. Be the sparks, be the matches. Let all burn. Listen to me my many hands, start the flame that levels this realm. From the ashes of the fire that burns, only the strong may stand.
I am strong, I am many. Shogun is strong but he is few. Listen to me my hands, protect him. When the fire comes, he shall endure. Many man will seek to bring him down but now, he is many with my hand's protection.
The fire burns, the infection seeps. My hands, be the virus to this sick realm. Burn it to ashes. For now, it views itself as a house, as rose. It is little but kindling seeking to be burnt. Do my hands understand."
“My Master,” proclaims the Head Lust, “What marvellous our aim,
I will do what thou commands, this'll ne'er be the same.
Infected, corrupted, I will all do my part,
the wound, the cleansing, the destruction of hearts.
You command us to trample and to burn this realm bare
and so, great Master, it shall be done. The cleansing comes here.”
The female Lust, looks unto the fire and smiles.
“Master,” she whispers, excitement filling her voice, “you command me to do little more than I please.
These men, these big, strong, hateful men, are exactly the types that I always wished that would be blessed to me. I am treated great by the head. Let them cause much carnage as all of I destroy with them. The great day of blood comes soon! Oh my!”
“Master but. Lust want fight too.”
The large, burly Lust's voice is filled with sadness as he continues, “Lust like wrestle. Wrestle fun. Why Lust no fight. Why Lust protect Hammer-man and Gun-man. Lust want wrestle.”
“Relax oaf,” the female Lust assuredly urged, “there will be a time for that soon enough. Trust me, trust the head, there will be lots of time for blood to come. Lust can have all the fun we will ever desire and we will get a chance to reap bountiful harvests of destruction and torment. Oh my, I can barely contain myself in just thinking of it. Is that not right Master?”
The voice beams, the Master speaks.
“Listen to me my hands, what I desire shall be accomplished. Now go, slay IWF. Burn it, crush it, infect it.
Regardless oh whom it is that crosses our path, I shall prevail. Our will be done. Cyrus Daniels and Bernard de Montfort. I have prepared you, my hands for this challenged. We are not scared.
The infection spreads now."
Well howdy there pardner.