"All Warfare is based on deception." - Sun Tzu
--PROMO BEGIN--
If there is one thing that has been maintained throughout the entire course of human history, one factor which leads to all things bad in the short history of our planet, it can be summed up in one word - warfare.
Since the dawn of humanity, people have used warfare as a tool, as an excuse, as a means of obtaining what they desire. Warfare has become humanity's greatest asset - we have adapted to forms of warfare not imagined merely decades previously, but it has also become our greatest destructive force.
Since the beginning, humanity has fought each other in different forms of warfare. Tribes used to fight each other for simple things such as land, food and shelter. Now, it has become much more sophisticated. Now we fight over rights, over greed, over safety, over "self-defense", and what do we get? We get a savage loss of human life, all over absolutely nothing.
And war is exactly what i am trying to save people from. War, deception, greed, all these things are negative parts of the human condition, a condition which i plan to change.
There are, of course, those who disbelieve. And the first of these was *BLEEP*. And we all saw what happened to him. Right now he's probably locked up in an asylum, plotting his next move.
And he said I was the insane one.
I've seen a lot of crazy, fucked up shit in my life, i've been face to face with the craziest of the crazy. I've been toe to toe with one of the most mentally fucked up individuals you will ever meet. And i guarantee you, nothing will ever surprise me. And this business with Mr. *BLEEP* didn't either.
I knew all along that he wouldn't work out, because in the end, the ideal always defeats the skeptics. *BLEEP* was the first person to tell me to drop dead, that i will never be successful in my venture, and that he would do everything in his power to stop me....
Yeah, right.
Like all before, and after him, *BLEEP* was defeated by the ideal. It doesn't matter how, or why he's gone, in the end, he is no longer an obstacle in my path, and so he has been defeated, even if i had absolutely nothing to do with it. Now, all that remains is to defeat all those in my path to saving the professional wrestling world.
First of these is Apostle Kried, who i intend to deal with tonight, at Uncivil War. Because Apostle symbolizes every single thing that is wrong with this wrestling world, the fans. Because the people who control this company answer to their superiors, and what do the superiors want? To please the fans. Which means its the people, the fans of professional wrestling that encourage this greed, this deception, this falsehood of pro wrestling.
To make things right, the show must become that of the Age of Arrogance. It is MY show, it's MY rules, the rules that will benefit everybody inside it. This is for the better of everybody in the wrestling world, because when you all see the light, the benefit of our ways, then you will truly see what is wrong with this wrestling world, and what needs to be done to fix it.
And then war, conflict, unnecessary fighting and complete greed will cease to exist and the professional wrestling world will be saved. There is nothing that will stop me from making this world a better place, and though you may look on me as a criminal for the means of which i go to obtain this dream, rest assured, i will make this place better for all in it.
But to rid the warzone, first i must enter the warzone, and that's what i will enter tonight.
--PROMO END--
The screen goes fuzzy as Drake presses a small button on the camera and the video cuts off, ready to be posted to MPW.com.
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The voice on the phone laughs as I lie back down on the locker room bench, rising once more as i push my body to the one-hundred and eightieth sit-up. My voice cracks a little bit with strain as i reply.
"It's nothing, he may as well be dead in the water. Besides, he's irrelevant. After tonight, the plan will be in full effect." I say, moving down and back up three times more, hitting one-eight-three.
There's a muffled response from the other end of the line as the line goes dead, and the conversation ends. I smile as i pop the phone back down on the locker room bench beside me and and i eventually get to the two hundred sit ups, breathing heavily from the strain.
I pull a towel off the rack next to me and wipe my head, removing the sweat from my hair and brow and i throw it on the floor beside me and simply lie back on the hard, cold bench, taking in the atmosphere of the backstage area of the Mandalay Bay Centre. I can hear the first signs of fans scuttling into the large arena, through the big double doors and into their seats as they await what is absolutely going to be one of the biggest shows in MPW history.
I smirk as i sit up and watch the screen on the top corner of the locker room, showing a hype video for tonight. The wrestler of the month, Bliss, is on the video, and funly enough she's unable to be here tonight - figures. Hot women can never be relied on, i learnt that the hard way.
I am about to lie back once more as i hear the door barge open and Jay Wyatt appears, microphone in hand and camera crew behind him.
"Interview?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Um, Mr. Hunter, if we could have a few minutes of your time...."
"Yeah sure, why not?" I say as i pull myself up, wrapping the towel around my neck and lying back on the cold, hard surface as Jay sits beside me, the camera crew in front of me.
"Okay, so Drake Hunter. Tonight you enter the ring in what will be one of your most momentous matches in your time here at MPW. You will face Apostle Kried in an I Quit match. Thoughts?"
I smile, almost manically as i lean forward, my hands intertwining as i lean my chin on them. "If you mean that this match will prove to be the one that defines my purpose, that defines exactly what i am on about with the Age of Arrogance and that will represent everything i am trying to achieve here, then yes, it will be momentous."
"But do not for one minute attempt to think that this will be a major match for me. Because bar one or two people, there is not one person in this locker room who can step up to the Technical Messiah of professional wrestling, there is not one person who can even stay in the same playing field as the Punk, not Apostle Kried, not anybody fucking else who thinks they can even stand next to me without withering in shame."
"But surely you're a little nervous, stepping into the ring with a man with such a massive stature in an I Quit match? How do you plan to combat his strength?"
"You think i'm intimidated by him? You think his dumb, German strength that he gets from drinking some special type of beer puts the fear of God into me? Let me tell you two things. One, the fear of God does not exist, the only thing close to it is the Fear of the Punk. Two, Apostle could rock up to the ring with his abs touching his forehead from all the steroids, the thing is, i couldn't care less. I don't need to combat him, i'm the technical Messiah. When you're as good as me, strength just becomes another passer by in the world of wrestling, because nothing can beat pure class and pure skill. Both of which, i am the master of."
"Tonight will be just like the rest - an example. I am going to make an example out of Apostle Kried, and prove to the world that it is MY show, that this is MY company, and when that happens, the word will know of the Age of Arrogance and it's ideals, and finally our message will be heard..."
I stand up and walk out of my locker room, not giving Jay or the camera crew another glance as i prepare for warfare.