Post by zaigon on Aug 9, 2020 22:23:48 GMT -5
Mr. Carter’s suit was impeccable, as was everything else on his person.
The APW World Title on his shoulder gleamed as if the Sun perpetually shined on it even through the darkest of night.
He raised a glass of clear liquid to his mouth behind a pair of thousand dollar sunglasses, sitting in a comfortable chair in the small room.
He didn’t like waiting, but some things took time.
Rushing didn’t help anyone.
As Mr. Carter took another drink, some random person walked in. When the doors open, the sound of commotion escaped into Mr. Carter’s room.
“They’re ready for you. Are you?”
Setting the glass down on a nearby table, Mr. Carter stands up. Without looking, he adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Just a little tighter, as he had been prone too recently.
“I’m always ready.”
The person holds the door open for him to walk through, and with a confident stride Mr. Carter breaches the threshold into the next room...
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So this is how it’s going to be.
I must say I’m a little surprised, though not too much. My hope was that when my reign began, everyone would understand this new era could be peaceful. That everyone could sit under me, succeeding and making money under my rule.
The key word being under.
Yet, instead of being met with happiness at every turn resistance has popped up. Those who feel slighted, who feel like they’re losing power are doing everything they can to distract and derail. In three weeks, they’re even coming for the literal crown.
The source of power. My power.
That’s a line too far.
So after weeks offering peace, extending a hand that will only be bitten, consider this the new issuance of my era.
You all have shown your fangs, the daggers are unsheathed, and it’s clear they’re all pointed at my throat.
So be it.
There is no more quarter, there is no mercy. There is no more offerings to join me, because outside of my associate America nobody has had the sense to align themselves with true power.
That power will now be used for their elimination and annihilation.
This week it’s Cray Mitchell, the resident oaf. Nobody knows where he comes from, what he does when he’s not here, but he’s at least dependable when he does show up.
He loses, without exception.
No corrupt referee stoppage, none of this nonsense that has kept me down week after week in an attempt to weaken my resolve. It’s all a campaign against me, against God himself.
Don’t you know that you can’t outrun Me forever?
Oh sure, you can put up speed bumps and slow down progress. You can think that your mere mortal brains are able to outfox Me in the short term. That small scuffles won offer hope, offer respite from the inevitable.
All they’ve done is made Me a vengeful God, one that has no patience anymore for this piddly insurrection.
So with a fortnight and a half to go before I take the main stage one more time and remind everyone just who I am, why I am your leader and your deity beyond reproach.
“We know we have rebelled and have denied the LORD. We have turned our backs on our God. We know how unfair and oppressive we have been, carefully planning our deceitful lies.”
The words of Isaiah never ring more true.
You have turned your back on Me, tried to oppress Me, all while planning lies that make it seem like I can’t do the things I keep saying.
It seems you’ve forgotten how this all started.
How I arrived, relieving that fraud Jason Ryan of power he didn’t deserve, all while dominating everyone in my path. Leaving a stack of bodies in My path, without discrimation and without flinching.
Now that My empire is at stake, My entire status as ruler is at stake, what do you think I won’t do?
What measure do you think I won’t take to preserve this, for your benefit and Mine?
There is none. Not one.
This is the warning, this is the proclamation.
Things are about to change in many ways, in ways you can and can’t predict.
Only I can lead them, only I can sheppard everyone to this place.
You’ll either let Me, or be cast aside in My wake en route to doing so.
It’s your choice.
Choose wisely.
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The APW World Title on his shoulder gleamed as if the Sun perpetually shined on it even through the darkest of night.
He raised a glass of clear liquid to his mouth behind a pair of thousand dollar sunglasses, sitting in a comfortable chair in the small room.
He didn’t like waiting, but some things took time.
Rushing didn’t help anyone.
As Mr. Carter took another drink, some random person walked in. When the doors open, the sound of commotion escaped into Mr. Carter’s room.
“They’re ready for you. Are you?”
Setting the glass down on a nearby table, Mr. Carter stands up. Without looking, he adjusts the title on his shoulder.
Just a little tighter, as he had been prone too recently.
“I’m always ready.”
The person holds the door open for him to walk through, and with a confident stride Mr. Carter breaches the threshold into the next room...
========
So this is how it’s going to be.
I must say I’m a little surprised, though not too much. My hope was that when my reign began, everyone would understand this new era could be peaceful. That everyone could sit under me, succeeding and making money under my rule.
The key word being under.
Yet, instead of being met with happiness at every turn resistance has popped up. Those who feel slighted, who feel like they’re losing power are doing everything they can to distract and derail. In three weeks, they’re even coming for the literal crown.
The source of power. My power.
That’s a line too far.
So after weeks offering peace, extending a hand that will only be bitten, consider this the new issuance of my era.
You all have shown your fangs, the daggers are unsheathed, and it’s clear they’re all pointed at my throat.
So be it.
There is no more quarter, there is no mercy. There is no more offerings to join me, because outside of my associate America nobody has had the sense to align themselves with true power.
That power will now be used for their elimination and annihilation.
This week it’s Cray Mitchell, the resident oaf. Nobody knows where he comes from, what he does when he’s not here, but he’s at least dependable when he does show up.
He loses, without exception.
No corrupt referee stoppage, none of this nonsense that has kept me down week after week in an attempt to weaken my resolve. It’s all a campaign against me, against God himself.
Don’t you know that you can’t outrun Me forever?
Oh sure, you can put up speed bumps and slow down progress. You can think that your mere mortal brains are able to outfox Me in the short term. That small scuffles won offer hope, offer respite from the inevitable.
All they’ve done is made Me a vengeful God, one that has no patience anymore for this piddly insurrection.
So with a fortnight and a half to go before I take the main stage one more time and remind everyone just who I am, why I am your leader and your deity beyond reproach.
“We know we have rebelled and have denied the LORD. We have turned our backs on our God. We know how unfair and oppressive we have been, carefully planning our deceitful lies.”
The words of Isaiah never ring more true.
You have turned your back on Me, tried to oppress Me, all while planning lies that make it seem like I can’t do the things I keep saying.
It seems you’ve forgotten how this all started.
How I arrived, relieving that fraud Jason Ryan of power he didn’t deserve, all while dominating everyone in my path. Leaving a stack of bodies in My path, without discrimation and without flinching.
Now that My empire is at stake, My entire status as ruler is at stake, what do you think I won’t do?
What measure do you think I won’t take to preserve this, for your benefit and Mine?
There is none. Not one.
This is the warning, this is the proclamation.
Things are about to change in many ways, in ways you can and can’t predict.
Only I can lead them, only I can sheppard everyone to this place.
You’ll either let Me, or be cast aside in My wake en route to doing so.
It’s your choice.
Choose wisely.
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