Post by Damian Morningstar on Feb 28, 2010 19:23:14 GMT -5
In Revelations chapter 6, there is mention of the 4 horsemen of the apocolypse. Each one represented conquest, war, famine and even death. When these 4 are seen, that is the sign that the end has truely come. I am here to inform each of you that the end is quickly approaching. Today you bare witness to the end times of The Wrestling Domain. As the crucifition and ressurection of the Christ marked the begining of the end of humanity's strangle hold on this world, the destruction of the Enforcer was the begining of the end of TWD.
However, there are still those who feel that their is still some hope for this fledging promotion of misfits, has beens and never will bes. A pathetic rookie feels he has the ability to unseat a true champion while a bitter old war veteran wants revenge against a man who simply was wiling to do that which no one else could do. A couple of imbeciles feel that they can unset a team of future champions and then we come to you.
The Wizard of Ahhhhs.
How pathetic you have truely become, even more so than when you first entered the domain. Back then you at least were a clean slate. You could have been molded to anyones desired vision but you chose the wrong path. You chose to be trained by the aforementione Enforcer and that is when you sealed your fate. Choosing to be the protege of a broken down man makes you incapable of making the correct choices in your life. Even your constant attempt at wrestling is a poor choice that must be rectified. A rectification that I intend to see to.
Of course your choice in mocking me and then attacking me sealed your fate. Had you just stayed down and accepted your place in the pecking order, then you might have stood a chance at one day becoming a true champion to the ingenuine and pathetic liers who sit in the audience each week. Instead you chose to stand up for your fallen mentor and champion his cause. You deemed yourself worthy of being the Enforcer's successor. A title that you could only ever dream of deserving.
A title that only a fool would ever want.
A fool is what you are and a fool is how you shall be remembered. By spending all your time playing around and making a mockery of humanity in general, you have mad the decision to doom yourself to oblivion. You never took into account what you have gotten youresel into. When you made the mistake of starting a war that you have no hope of winning, a war that will be truely one sided, you dug a grave so deep that not eve Death himself will be able to reach out and pull you to the heavens. Even if by some slight chance you survive, you will never be the man you once were.
I hope you understand the severity of the situation that you have found yourself in my dear Wizard of fools. Though one must wonder why you would sign your death warrent. Maybe you seek that redemption that all fools desire when they have reached that cross roads in their life. Maybe that inability to protect your mentor clouded your judgement. Whatever the case may be, it will not help you.
At the Supercard, you will have he chance to make the right choice, the only choice that will save you. That decision is to hide, for if you approach me in that ring, you will never see the light of day. I will forever condemn you to darkness. I will force you to lie in a hospital bed next to your mentor and mentally challenged brother.
Of course, I could offer you another choice. The choice of salvation but no. I deem you unworthy of such a gift.
Your path is set. The war has begun. You will know pain worse than famine. Death will swallow you whole and you will know the name of the conqueror.
The name of Damian Morningstar.
However, there are still those who feel that their is still some hope for this fledging promotion of misfits, has beens and never will bes. A pathetic rookie feels he has the ability to unseat a true champion while a bitter old war veteran wants revenge against a man who simply was wiling to do that which no one else could do. A couple of imbeciles feel that they can unset a team of future champions and then we come to you.
The Wizard of Ahhhhs.
How pathetic you have truely become, even more so than when you first entered the domain. Back then you at least were a clean slate. You could have been molded to anyones desired vision but you chose the wrong path. You chose to be trained by the aforementione Enforcer and that is when you sealed your fate. Choosing to be the protege of a broken down man makes you incapable of making the correct choices in your life. Even your constant attempt at wrestling is a poor choice that must be rectified. A rectification that I intend to see to.
Of course your choice in mocking me and then attacking me sealed your fate. Had you just stayed down and accepted your place in the pecking order, then you might have stood a chance at one day becoming a true champion to the ingenuine and pathetic liers who sit in the audience each week. Instead you chose to stand up for your fallen mentor and champion his cause. You deemed yourself worthy of being the Enforcer's successor. A title that you could only ever dream of deserving.
A title that only a fool would ever want.
A fool is what you are and a fool is how you shall be remembered. By spending all your time playing around and making a mockery of humanity in general, you have mad the decision to doom yourself to oblivion. You never took into account what you have gotten youresel into. When you made the mistake of starting a war that you have no hope of winning, a war that will be truely one sided, you dug a grave so deep that not eve Death himself will be able to reach out and pull you to the heavens. Even if by some slight chance you survive, you will never be the man you once were.
I hope you understand the severity of the situation that you have found yourself in my dear Wizard of fools. Though one must wonder why you would sign your death warrent. Maybe you seek that redemption that all fools desire when they have reached that cross roads in their life. Maybe that inability to protect your mentor clouded your judgement. Whatever the case may be, it will not help you.
At the Supercard, you will have he chance to make the right choice, the only choice that will save you. That decision is to hide, for if you approach me in that ring, you will never see the light of day. I will forever condemn you to darkness. I will force you to lie in a hospital bed next to your mentor and mentally challenged brother.
Of course, I could offer you another choice. The choice of salvation but no. I deem you unworthy of such a gift.
Your path is set. The war has begun. You will know pain worse than famine. Death will swallow you whole and you will know the name of the conqueror.
The name of Damian Morningstar.