Post by Mike Laszlo on Aug 24, 2014 4:45:16 GMT
Desire.
As my words trail of a flash is shown, it’s almost blinding as we go back in time to “Night of the Immortals. I’m on top of that ladder, reaching toward the contract before getting knocked down to the canvas below.
So close yet so far.
The words trail off again as I’m shown in agonizing pain as Alex Jones becomes the Joker In the Pack winner.
A second chance.
My hand is raised high in the air at the end of “Lineage” as I am proclaimed the Heir to the Throne and new number one contender for the Imperial Championship. I’m shown celebrating with Alexis before I’m interrupted by Angel…or as he likes to call himself...God.
The scene opens up on me sitting in a chair, staring at the floor below, a certain calmness about me unlike any other you’ve ever sensed from me before. Slowly I lift my head toward the camera, a cold stare in my eyes, a shot of laser focus like no other.
Redemption.
The word alone is enough to send a jolt of anger through my veins, signified as I grip the chair like a vice.
If only you could understand what this match means to me Angel. If only you could see past the façade that you make this out to be. This isn’t about a mortal versus an immortal. This isn’t about you looking down from your pedestal as I scratch and claw myself into a challenging position. This…
Is all…
About...
With my index finger I point into my chest.
ME!
I stand from the chair and point to my side as my voice starts to rise in volume and in tone.
For too long now this has been about other people.
Too long now have I stood on the sidelines and watched the likes of Spike Kane, Joe Everyman, Alex Jones and Angel waltz right by me on their way to the top of this organization. Too damn long have I stood by and done nothing.
I can feel my blood boiling. My face is turning a red hue and with each name that emanates from my lips I get angrier and angrier and in one burst of anger I kick the chair in front of me sending it flipping across the room.
THAT TIME IS OVER!
Waving my hand with every point in a “no” fashion, I boldly and prominently emphasize my points.
I’M DONE WATCHING!
I’M DONE LETTING YOU PASS AS IF I’M NOTHING BUT A MERE CURTAIN!
I’M DONE BEING EVERYBODY’S GOD DAMN STEPPING STONE!
The breathing is rapid, and heavy through my nostrils. If I could shoot out flames, I probably would be at this moment. I was so sick of being that in which I mentioned that it was making me physically ill. I had this taste in my mouth that was so vile, so horrible that I had to shake it from my mind before looking ahead.
There’s only one way to end this pain and suffering Angel. There’s only one way for me to find redemption and show the world that I am so much more than the mere stat builder you look for me to be. I HAVE TO BEAT YOU!
I run my hands through my hair, nearly pulling the strands from my head, proving to you all that this is indeed weighing heavy on my mind to the point of near insanity.
There’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it Angel. If I can’t get around you, past you, through you, and win that championship, I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I might as well climb atop the highest building in the world and leap without a parachute. Is it sinking in yet how much this match means to me?
I walk over and open the door to the room.
If I can’t beat you, I might as well stick my head against the door frame and slam this fucking door on my head.
I slam the door just as an example.
IS IT GETTING THROUGH YET YOU SELF-OBSESSED SON OF A BITCH!?!?
I take a deep breath and collect my thoughts.
You can say this is about raising up to your level all you want. You can say that you are what I strive for, but you’d be wrong. I don’t give a flying fuck about you, your position in this company, or how hard you’re going to fall from your pedestal. The only thing I care about is that you know your dismantlement, your “fall from grace” will all be started by me. In that notion, I will then get what I have looked for since I won the Heir to the Throne tournament…redemption.
The scene fades after zooming in on my cold, focused stare.
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Title: Will You…
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 12:44 PM Local Time
The last few months have been a rollercoaster for me. There have been some ups and some downs both personally and professionally. Over that time I’ve been seeing a therapist. Dr. Goldman has been coming on location with me since Night of the Immortals and has been doing everything in his power to sort out all the emotions and feelings I’ve had brewing inside of me for quite some time. It’s a funny thing…feelings that is.
They sneak up on you and hit you at the most unpredictable of times. Take this whole arrangement with Alexis. We weren’t supposed to get together. We weren’t supposed to date while working. It would be a conflict of interest on both of our behalves and yet…it happened.
I wasn’t supposed to love again. I found my true love and her name was Sara. I was happily married, had a child, the white picket fence, all of it. Then the accident…and I thought I would never be able to feel that way again.
And yet here I am…nervous as I stand outside of my front door, taking a deep breath as I think out loud to myself.
Mike Laszlo: This is it.
Looking into my hands, I see the little velvet black box. I lift up the cover and look down as the diamond on the engagement ring had a nice glimmer in the bright, noon sunlight. As I watched it glimmer, a smile crossed my face as I looked back up at the door, snapping closed the lid before putting it back in my pocket.
Taking another breath I grab hold of the doorknob and twist, stepping over the threshold and into the house, closing the door behind me. I look from side to side and ascertain exactly where Alexis is in the house. I hear the family room television and head that way, seeing her planted on the couch enjoying a recorded episode of USA’s Graceland. She hears my footsteps on the hardwood floor and turns her head.
Alexis Caffrey: Hey, where ya been?
Mike Laszlo: Out. I had to get out of the house for a bit on my own. You know…clear my head.
She nodded and went back to watching the show. I reclined in my seat and watched as she stared intently at the TV through her black rimmed glasses. All the feelings we discussed with the good doctor were rushing back. That sense of want, of caring, of love rushed through me and all it took was seeing her with my very own eyes.
She could sense me staring her down, looking her over as she glanced a few times before finally turning her head toward me.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. I can’t admire your beauty?
She blushed a bit, tucking some hair behind her ear with a smile on her face.
Alexis Caffrey: I guess you could.
She went back to watching the television as I continued to stare. I could tell she was getting uneasy again and this time she jumped around, crossing her legs on the couch next to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, there’s something…spit it out.
She knew me well. There was something alright, but I wanted to lead up to it.
Mike Laszlo: Did you mean everything you said?
Alexis Caffrey: When?
Mike Laszlo: All the feelings and stuff with the doc.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, why wouldn’t I?
Mike Laszlo: Nah, that’s not what I mean. I just meant the deepness of it all.
Alexis Caffrey: Of course. I love you. I have loved you from the moment we’ve laid eyes on each other. All the other stuff was just reinforcing what I already knew.
I nodded and got caught off guard when she reciprocated the question back at me.
Alexis Caffrey: What about all you said?
I smirked at her. I knew it was all true, and she did too. The ring in my pocket symbolized that. I got up from the couch and held out my hand. She looked at me a bit confused before putting her hand up and grabbing mine. I pulled her off the couch and into my arms, right into a kiss. We pulled apart and there was a smile on both of our faces.
Mike Laszlo: Want to do me a favor?
Alexis Caffrey: What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: Go get dressed…I wanna take you somewhere and show you something.
Alexis Caffrey: A surprise?
Mike Laszlo: Definitely.
She got all giddy and headed upstairs to change and is back down a few minutes later.
Alexis Caffrey: So…where we goin?
Mike Laszlo: You’ll see, come on.
She had a favorite place in town which was a few minutes away. We pull into the parking lot and start walking down a path. As we head around a circle you can hear the running water of the falls nearby. Anyone in Ohio knows the pleasantries of Chagrin Falls. We continued down the path and the rush of the falling water could be heard getting louder and louder as we walked up onto a lookout post, away from the crowd in the little village like area.
As the two of us stood there, the peacefulness of the surrounding woods and the rushing water was enough to cause all the stresses of life to go away…if only for those few minutes. The mind was clear and we were simply enjoying being around one another.
As she gazed over the falls, I looked over my shoulder and saw nobody around and smirked. I reached my arms around her and pulled her in close, kissing her on the cheek before whispering into her ear.
Mike Laszlo: I have something for you.
She looked up at me with a smile.
Alexis Caffrey: What is it?
I looked around one more time and saw nobody and took her by the hand, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes…one of my favorite features of hers since the day we first met.
Mike Laszlo: It was a Sunday afternoon. August twelfth, two thousand and twelve to be exact. I was sitting at a table in a neighborhood restaurant in downtown Cleveland when a young lady with the most gorgeous brown eyes entered my life and things changed for the better, me, never wanting to look back. We’ve had our ups and our downs; our moments of happiness and our moments of grief. Here we stand, two years and eleven days later, still together, a bond stronger than any other.
That loveable, innocent little smile crossed her face again. I think she knew something was up, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Mike Laszlo: My love for you has grown to the point that it is higher than the tallest of canopies a forest can possess. The feeling of joy you bring to my heart is more overwhelming than the force of any typhoon. You make me the happiest man walking this planet…
I get down on one knee and the shock starts to set in on her face as she takes her freehand and puts it over her mouth. As I stuck my hand in my pocket, I finished my thought.
Mike Laszlo: …and I wanted to return the favor to you on this very spot.
I pull the ring from my pocket and open it with my thumb, extending it out for her to see.
Mike Laszlo: Will you, Alexis Caffrey, allow me to not only be the happiest man on this planet, but make you the happiest woman…and marry…me?
Her eyes started to well up, the smile on her face growing until it could not do so any longer. She nodded up and down as she tried to get the answer out.
Alexis Caffrey: Y…ye…YES!
Mike Laszlo: Yeah?
Alexis Caffrey: YES! I’LL MARRY YOU!
I took my hand from hers, if only for the split second it took to grab hold of the ring and place it on her finger. She held it out and stared for a while with the biggest smile on her face. I got up on my feet and immediately hugged her, neither one of us letting go as the scene fades.
====================
Even those on the highest of highs must eventually fall, and when they do…it will be gratifying for all below.
We fade in on me, at the top of the Terminal Tower in the heart of Cleveland, Ohio. The wind off of Lake Erie was brisk and rather pushy as I look down on the city below.
This is where you stand. This is the unapproachable pedestal that you sit atop as you watch the rest of us squirm around, hoping that one day we can ascend. That’s one of your problems though Angel, and it has been since you’ve gotten on this little “God” kick you’re currently on. You think we all aspire to be you. You believe deep down in your blackened heart that we all look up at you and wish, hope, pray that we can be “GOD”.
I shoot a smirk into the camera as I shake my head from side to side, my blonde hair blowing off to the side as I peer through the tint of my sunglasses.
You couldn’t be farther from the truth on any level in which you’ve spoken.
The scene fades out, only to fade back in as I stand on the sidewalk in front of the building, several feet below.
First off Angel…I don’t inspire to be you. I never have looked up to you and I never will. That’s not to say I don’t respect you, because that also would be far from the truth. The things you’ve done in the ring, the people you’ve beaten, all lead to a great career. I do hope to one day accomplish those feats…but in my own way…on my own time.
I point up to the top, where I had been not minutes earlier.
You think that we inspire to meet you up there at the tip-top. You feel that you know our every desire, every moment of our lives, and yet you have things so backwards that I can’t help but laugh at your mindless insinuations. For you see Angel…while you have your celebrations and your moments of so-called clarity up there…I have made it a goal of mine, through my redemption to bring you all the way down…
I bring my arm down in a crashing motion, kneeling and touching the cement beneath me.
Here!
Standing up I dust off my hands.
I want to save you Angel. I don’t want to let you live the lie that you’ve been living all of this time. I don’t want the façade to continue because to be quite frank, it twists my insides in more ways than you’ve twisted the minds of all the mindless scumbags who follow you.
They who allow their weak minds to be morphed into your own. They who allow you to use them like instruments for your own bidding, only to be cast aside when they no longer serve a purpose for you.
I shake my finger at the camera.
I’m not like them Angel. I won’t kneel before you because my mind isn’t weak. I won’t bow before you because reality is where I live, and in this real world…I serve NO MAN!
In the end Angel…that’s all you’ll be proven to be…a mere man.
All of your illusions of grandeur and superiority will go up in flames.
Angel…
I walk down the street and to my awaiting car. As I walk around and have a seat in the driver’s seat, I roll the window down to be seen and heard.
You can call me a non-believer and I’ll applaud you every single time for recognizing that fact. What I need you to recognize now is that come Legacy you will no longer be champion. Your followers, as dense as they are, will be free of the mind control you exert over them. There will be no God, only a mortal, and in the end, despite all the words you’ve used to describe me, there will be one that fits me perfectly when it comes to the downfall of you and that pathetic group you call the “Age of X”...
That word…
Is CATALYST!
Pulling out of the spot, the camera watches me drive off as the scene fades.
As my words trail of a flash is shown, it’s almost blinding as we go back in time to “Night of the Immortals. I’m on top of that ladder, reaching toward the contract before getting knocked down to the canvas below.
So close yet so far.
The words trail off again as I’m shown in agonizing pain as Alex Jones becomes the Joker In the Pack winner.
A second chance.
My hand is raised high in the air at the end of “Lineage” as I am proclaimed the Heir to the Throne and new number one contender for the Imperial Championship. I’m shown celebrating with Alexis before I’m interrupted by Angel…or as he likes to call himself...God.
The scene opens up on me sitting in a chair, staring at the floor below, a certain calmness about me unlike any other you’ve ever sensed from me before. Slowly I lift my head toward the camera, a cold stare in my eyes, a shot of laser focus like no other.
Redemption.
The word alone is enough to send a jolt of anger through my veins, signified as I grip the chair like a vice.
If only you could understand what this match means to me Angel. If only you could see past the façade that you make this out to be. This isn’t about a mortal versus an immortal. This isn’t about you looking down from your pedestal as I scratch and claw myself into a challenging position. This…
Is all…
About...
With my index finger I point into my chest.
ME!
I stand from the chair and point to my side as my voice starts to rise in volume and in tone.
For too long now this has been about other people.
Too long now have I stood on the sidelines and watched the likes of Spike Kane, Joe Everyman, Alex Jones and Angel waltz right by me on their way to the top of this organization. Too damn long have I stood by and done nothing.
I can feel my blood boiling. My face is turning a red hue and with each name that emanates from my lips I get angrier and angrier and in one burst of anger I kick the chair in front of me sending it flipping across the room.
THAT TIME IS OVER!
Waving my hand with every point in a “no” fashion, I boldly and prominently emphasize my points.
I’M DONE WATCHING!
I’M DONE LETTING YOU PASS AS IF I’M NOTHING BUT A MERE CURTAIN!
I’M DONE BEING EVERYBODY’S GOD DAMN STEPPING STONE!
The breathing is rapid, and heavy through my nostrils. If I could shoot out flames, I probably would be at this moment. I was so sick of being that in which I mentioned that it was making me physically ill. I had this taste in my mouth that was so vile, so horrible that I had to shake it from my mind before looking ahead.
There’s only one way to end this pain and suffering Angel. There’s only one way for me to find redemption and show the world that I am so much more than the mere stat builder you look for me to be. I HAVE TO BEAT YOU!
I run my hands through my hair, nearly pulling the strands from my head, proving to you all that this is indeed weighing heavy on my mind to the point of near insanity.
There’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it Angel. If I can’t get around you, past you, through you, and win that championship, I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I might as well climb atop the highest building in the world and leap without a parachute. Is it sinking in yet how much this match means to me?
I walk over and open the door to the room.
If I can’t beat you, I might as well stick my head against the door frame and slam this fucking door on my head.
I slam the door just as an example.
IS IT GETTING THROUGH YET YOU SELF-OBSESSED SON OF A BITCH!?!?
I take a deep breath and collect my thoughts.
You can say this is about raising up to your level all you want. You can say that you are what I strive for, but you’d be wrong. I don’t give a flying fuck about you, your position in this company, or how hard you’re going to fall from your pedestal. The only thing I care about is that you know your dismantlement, your “fall from grace” will all be started by me. In that notion, I will then get what I have looked for since I won the Heir to the Throne tournament…redemption.
The scene fades after zooming in on my cold, focused stare.
====================
Title: Will You…
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Time: 12:44 PM Local Time
The last few months have been a rollercoaster for me. There have been some ups and some downs both personally and professionally. Over that time I’ve been seeing a therapist. Dr. Goldman has been coming on location with me since Night of the Immortals and has been doing everything in his power to sort out all the emotions and feelings I’ve had brewing inside of me for quite some time. It’s a funny thing…feelings that is.
They sneak up on you and hit you at the most unpredictable of times. Take this whole arrangement with Alexis. We weren’t supposed to get together. We weren’t supposed to date while working. It would be a conflict of interest on both of our behalves and yet…it happened.
I wasn’t supposed to love again. I found my true love and her name was Sara. I was happily married, had a child, the white picket fence, all of it. Then the accident…and I thought I would never be able to feel that way again.
And yet here I am…nervous as I stand outside of my front door, taking a deep breath as I think out loud to myself.
Mike Laszlo: This is it.
Looking into my hands, I see the little velvet black box. I lift up the cover and look down as the diamond on the engagement ring had a nice glimmer in the bright, noon sunlight. As I watched it glimmer, a smile crossed my face as I looked back up at the door, snapping closed the lid before putting it back in my pocket.
Taking another breath I grab hold of the doorknob and twist, stepping over the threshold and into the house, closing the door behind me. I look from side to side and ascertain exactly where Alexis is in the house. I hear the family room television and head that way, seeing her planted on the couch enjoying a recorded episode of USA’s Graceland. She hears my footsteps on the hardwood floor and turns her head.
Alexis Caffrey: Hey, where ya been?
Mike Laszlo: Out. I had to get out of the house for a bit on my own. You know…clear my head.
She nodded and went back to watching the show. I reclined in my seat and watched as she stared intently at the TV through her black rimmed glasses. All the feelings we discussed with the good doctor were rushing back. That sense of want, of caring, of love rushed through me and all it took was seeing her with my very own eyes.
She could sense me staring her down, looking her over as she glanced a few times before finally turning her head toward me.
Alexis Caffrey: What?
Mike Laszlo: Nothing. I can’t admire your beauty?
She blushed a bit, tucking some hair behind her ear with a smile on her face.
Alexis Caffrey: I guess you could.
She went back to watching the television as I continued to stare. I could tell she was getting uneasy again and this time she jumped around, crossing her legs on the couch next to me.
Alexis Caffrey: Okay, there’s something…spit it out.
She knew me well. There was something alright, but I wanted to lead up to it.
Mike Laszlo: Did you mean everything you said?
Alexis Caffrey: When?
Mike Laszlo: All the feelings and stuff with the doc.
Alexis Caffrey: Yeah, why wouldn’t I?
Mike Laszlo: Nah, that’s not what I mean. I just meant the deepness of it all.
Alexis Caffrey: Of course. I love you. I have loved you from the moment we’ve laid eyes on each other. All the other stuff was just reinforcing what I already knew.
I nodded and got caught off guard when she reciprocated the question back at me.
Alexis Caffrey: What about all you said?
I smirked at her. I knew it was all true, and she did too. The ring in my pocket symbolized that. I got up from the couch and held out my hand. She looked at me a bit confused before putting her hand up and grabbing mine. I pulled her off the couch and into my arms, right into a kiss. We pulled apart and there was a smile on both of our faces.
Mike Laszlo: Want to do me a favor?
Alexis Caffrey: What’s that?
Mike Laszlo: Go get dressed…I wanna take you somewhere and show you something.
Alexis Caffrey: A surprise?
Mike Laszlo: Definitely.
She got all giddy and headed upstairs to change and is back down a few minutes later.
Alexis Caffrey: So…where we goin?
Mike Laszlo: You’ll see, come on.
She had a favorite place in town which was a few minutes away. We pull into the parking lot and start walking down a path. As we head around a circle you can hear the running water of the falls nearby. Anyone in Ohio knows the pleasantries of Chagrin Falls. We continued down the path and the rush of the falling water could be heard getting louder and louder as we walked up onto a lookout post, away from the crowd in the little village like area.
As the two of us stood there, the peacefulness of the surrounding woods and the rushing water was enough to cause all the stresses of life to go away…if only for those few minutes. The mind was clear and we were simply enjoying being around one another.
As she gazed over the falls, I looked over my shoulder and saw nobody around and smirked. I reached my arms around her and pulled her in close, kissing her on the cheek before whispering into her ear.
Mike Laszlo: I have something for you.
She looked up at me with a smile.
Alexis Caffrey: What is it?
I looked around one more time and saw nobody and took her by the hand, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes…one of my favorite features of hers since the day we first met.
Mike Laszlo: It was a Sunday afternoon. August twelfth, two thousand and twelve to be exact. I was sitting at a table in a neighborhood restaurant in downtown Cleveland when a young lady with the most gorgeous brown eyes entered my life and things changed for the better, me, never wanting to look back. We’ve had our ups and our downs; our moments of happiness and our moments of grief. Here we stand, two years and eleven days later, still together, a bond stronger than any other.
That loveable, innocent little smile crossed her face again. I think she knew something was up, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Mike Laszlo: My love for you has grown to the point that it is higher than the tallest of canopies a forest can possess. The feeling of joy you bring to my heart is more overwhelming than the force of any typhoon. You make me the happiest man walking this planet…
I get down on one knee and the shock starts to set in on her face as she takes her freehand and puts it over her mouth. As I stuck my hand in my pocket, I finished my thought.
Mike Laszlo: …and I wanted to return the favor to you on this very spot.
I pull the ring from my pocket and open it with my thumb, extending it out for her to see.
Mike Laszlo: Will you, Alexis Caffrey, allow me to not only be the happiest man on this planet, but make you the happiest woman…and marry…me?
Her eyes started to well up, the smile on her face growing until it could not do so any longer. She nodded up and down as she tried to get the answer out.
Alexis Caffrey: Y…ye…YES!
Mike Laszlo: Yeah?
Alexis Caffrey: YES! I’LL MARRY YOU!
I took my hand from hers, if only for the split second it took to grab hold of the ring and place it on her finger. She held it out and stared for a while with the biggest smile on her face. I got up on my feet and immediately hugged her, neither one of us letting go as the scene fades.
====================
Even those on the highest of highs must eventually fall, and when they do…it will be gratifying for all below.
We fade in on me, at the top of the Terminal Tower in the heart of Cleveland, Ohio. The wind off of Lake Erie was brisk and rather pushy as I look down on the city below.
This is where you stand. This is the unapproachable pedestal that you sit atop as you watch the rest of us squirm around, hoping that one day we can ascend. That’s one of your problems though Angel, and it has been since you’ve gotten on this little “God” kick you’re currently on. You think we all aspire to be you. You believe deep down in your blackened heart that we all look up at you and wish, hope, pray that we can be “GOD”.
I shoot a smirk into the camera as I shake my head from side to side, my blonde hair blowing off to the side as I peer through the tint of my sunglasses.
You couldn’t be farther from the truth on any level in which you’ve spoken.
The scene fades out, only to fade back in as I stand on the sidewalk in front of the building, several feet below.
First off Angel…I don’t inspire to be you. I never have looked up to you and I never will. That’s not to say I don’t respect you, because that also would be far from the truth. The things you’ve done in the ring, the people you’ve beaten, all lead to a great career. I do hope to one day accomplish those feats…but in my own way…on my own time.
I point up to the top, where I had been not minutes earlier.
You think that we inspire to meet you up there at the tip-top. You feel that you know our every desire, every moment of our lives, and yet you have things so backwards that I can’t help but laugh at your mindless insinuations. For you see Angel…while you have your celebrations and your moments of so-called clarity up there…I have made it a goal of mine, through my redemption to bring you all the way down…
I bring my arm down in a crashing motion, kneeling and touching the cement beneath me.
Here!
Standing up I dust off my hands.
I want to save you Angel. I don’t want to let you live the lie that you’ve been living all of this time. I don’t want the façade to continue because to be quite frank, it twists my insides in more ways than you’ve twisted the minds of all the mindless scumbags who follow you.
They who allow their weak minds to be morphed into your own. They who allow you to use them like instruments for your own bidding, only to be cast aside when they no longer serve a purpose for you.
I shake my finger at the camera.
I’m not like them Angel. I won’t kneel before you because my mind isn’t weak. I won’t bow before you because reality is where I live, and in this real world…I serve NO MAN!
In the end Angel…that’s all you’ll be proven to be…a mere man.
All of your illusions of grandeur and superiority will go up in flames.
Angel…
I walk down the street and to my awaiting car. As I walk around and have a seat in the driver’s seat, I roll the window down to be seen and heard.
You can call me a non-believer and I’ll applaud you every single time for recognizing that fact. What I need you to recognize now is that come Legacy you will no longer be champion. Your followers, as dense as they are, will be free of the mind control you exert over them. There will be no God, only a mortal, and in the end, despite all the words you’ve used to describe me, there will be one that fits me perfectly when it comes to the downfall of you and that pathetic group you call the “Age of X”...
That word…
Is CATALYST!
Pulling out of the spot, the camera watches me drive off as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.