Post by graymalone on Jul 5, 2016 13:40:01 GMT -5
It is warm here. It is comforting here. I feel I belong here. No one will find me here. Not that they are looking for me. For they would be much better off with me gone. Wouldn't they? They think their lives and their careers would be much more fluid without me in it. That the machine they are all a part of....would spin the correct way, if the opposite cog in the wheel, that is Gray Malone...fell off of the axle.
It's a shame, really. The game I played. The losing I've done. None of them saw. None of them realized. It was meant to happen that way.
A Game of purpose. To make them feel good. To make them feel wanted. To make them all feel like they had the power.
Only to have all of it....slowly melt away, and Die.
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The scene slowly fades into view, inside of an empty church. It is rather dim inside. It is rather lonely inside. And yet Gray Malone sits there at the end of a pew. His back is facing us. His head is looking forward. The stone cold quiet breaks, by his voice.
Malone: I have come here for my sins. I always come to my father for my sins. I pray for fogiveness every day. I pray for my father to forgive the lies that I have told. For the dramatic irony of thinking the things I have done in this business recently were true....when in fact, it was fabricated. Everything was fabricated. Every loss that I suffered in that ring, was not due to the fact that my opponents were that much better than me. That is impossible. No one is better than me...the world knows that. I've even went so far as to involve another company, which in turn is ran by the same target. The IPW. They also have been drawn under the illusionary bubble, that Gray Malone is nothing more than a farce to the industry of professional wrestling. I did that. I did it all. And now all the pawns sit on their respective thrones, making it that much easier to pick them out....one by one. That was the absolute plan here. And because I led that mission, by lying to them all...thinking they actually won against me......I ask my father for forgiveness. For he knows of my true intentions here. He knows of his Angelz true intentions. Eradication of Corruption.
He bows his head for a moment of quiet. The camera doesn't dare move. He speaks again.
Malone: It was a nasty prospect for me. To put my body to the hazard, just to lift certain people's spirits, by thinking they truly won. To fly off of a scaffold, just so a young man could brew in confidence...falsely. To see a group of New Agers transpire out of a Minor League federation, and to shock the world. Only to soon find out....the world they shocked was already ours to Burn. And burn it shall. Dismantle it piece by piece we will. Devlin Scott sits atop the mountain that is inpenetrable due to the spears of corruption that potrude out of it. Yet we don't climb. Wolves we are, yes...but we don't use paws. For the screaming of our wings will break through the still air that envelops every single member of the NGW...of the IPW, and even Alpha Rising. A direct flight to the top will not be our approach on this journey...on this MISSION of my father. We must vent out the corruption, by drawing the blood of the puppets. The blood of the sheep. Each proud member of these organizations must feel the Hate. They must feel the Rebellion. The must feel the Chaos. And they must feel the Shadows. Only then will they feel the Vengeance.
Gray stands, and slides out of the pew, and into the main aisle. He slowly walks down it, with his hands in the air, as the camera follows.
Malone: The laughing and smirking and joking on me....I welcome the insults. They are what I was looking for when I decided on this path. My path. For we each have a part to play in the downfall of this corrupted state we find ourselves in. Mine was the first. It was played to perfection. There are many levels of emotions that they all will soon feel as each phase gets played out. There will be no more lies by me. I have been forgiven for my sins of playing each and every one of them. Every one of you listening to me right now. You all have been fooled. You look at the record I currently have, and you laugh and scoff at me. You blindly turn away from the fangs within me, and think nothing will harm you. I will pray for you. For many of you do not deserve what is to come, yet you side with those that have been sewn by the corrupt puppeteer himself, Devlin Scott. Follow your fellow sheep. There will be nowhere to hide, from the striking toungues of our thirst for salvation.
He reaches the altar. He turns and looks toward the camera. His eyepatch is gone, showing off an all black eye, where the white should be. His bandage on his forehead is gone, showing the stitched up scar across it. He places his hands on the altar.
Malone: The tide has now turned. The pieces are in place. I now find myself in that ring, one on one with a dead man. With a man that has already lost hope for this business...so much so, that he didn't even show last time. But curiosity will play at this young man, whom the fans like to call....Rockin Lunatic. He will show at Vendetta, because it's what my father wants to happen. He desires you Lunatic....to claim your cleansing at the hands of his creature of the shadows. It matters not how much you train for this, or how much you care not to train...going off words strewn around the locker rooms about me. I am a loser in their eyes, Lunatic. Yet it is do to my will that they think that. Every single loss I have obtained, was meant to be, because it boosted their resolve. And in doing so, it showed the corruption shining bright on their outsides. Now, Lunatic, you face the true Gray Malone. You face the one that has captured the hearts and minds of fans worldwide. The enigma that has stepped on throats and snapped spines to capture every single title that was wanted.
He points to himself.
Malone: No one will watch. They are all predisposed in their own little lives now. They are comfortable with the fact that the Angelz are nothing but a sinking ship that can't even collaborate with each other. We aren't a threat to anyone....and they all believe that in their hearts, Lunatic. And that........was the plan. Now you fall as the cornerstone to the destruction of it all. I take you apart with the ease of anyone else I have dismantled, and I do it practically in the shadows of everyone's averted eyes. They will feel the slight shake, but they will still be blind. Lunatic, I welcome you to Atlanta, Georgia. I welcome you to the coast of Gray Malone. I own this half of the country, and I always will. I have disposed of corpses on the East Coast, with the ease of a blast furnace. This will not be a technical showcase of moves, going back and forth between two talented specimens of wrestling prowess, oh no. This will be you stepping between the ropes of MY ring, and being carelessly and hopelessly bludgeoned to within in inch of your life...and raised up into the sky, to be brought back down into the darkness of it all.
He rubs the sides of the wood alter.
Malone: And when you wake. Whether it be right away, or even days away. I wouldn't know...it varies. The answer to it all will be etched forever in your mind, Lunatic. It will be engrained inside of your soul, for only you to know. But you will have guests joining you, one by one.....and I ask of you to guide them. They will wake in confusion, and it is up to you, Rockin one, to tell them what caused their dispair and their loss of it all. For you like them will have suffered the undeniable move that has never been kicked out of. It has never been countered. It is the most feared move in professional wrestling history, and it provides answers to confusion. Lunatic, after you are disposed by it at Vendetta, I look to you to harbor those that will follow in your stead. Tell them it was because they suffered from the disease of corruption. Let them know that they were tricked by the dark vulture. The Angel of Shadows all along. Remind them that they stood confident in that ring....just like you will.....against Gray Malone. Tell them to stop holding on to whatever memories they had of thinking they were actually better than me....tell them to Just Let Go.........and if they ask why? You can simply say to them, what I will now say to you.............
He walks back down the steps, and stops beside the camera.
Malone: You Lost.
He then walks away back down the aisle, and exits the church, as the scene fades to black.
It's a shame, really. The game I played. The losing I've done. None of them saw. None of them realized. It was meant to happen that way.
A Game of purpose. To make them feel good. To make them feel wanted. To make them all feel like they had the power.
Only to have all of it....slowly melt away, and Die.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The scene slowly fades into view, inside of an empty church. It is rather dim inside. It is rather lonely inside. And yet Gray Malone sits there at the end of a pew. His back is facing us. His head is looking forward. The stone cold quiet breaks, by his voice.
Malone: I have come here for my sins. I always come to my father for my sins. I pray for fogiveness every day. I pray for my father to forgive the lies that I have told. For the dramatic irony of thinking the things I have done in this business recently were true....when in fact, it was fabricated. Everything was fabricated. Every loss that I suffered in that ring, was not due to the fact that my opponents were that much better than me. That is impossible. No one is better than me...the world knows that. I've even went so far as to involve another company, which in turn is ran by the same target. The IPW. They also have been drawn under the illusionary bubble, that Gray Malone is nothing more than a farce to the industry of professional wrestling. I did that. I did it all. And now all the pawns sit on their respective thrones, making it that much easier to pick them out....one by one. That was the absolute plan here. And because I led that mission, by lying to them all...thinking they actually won against me......I ask my father for forgiveness. For he knows of my true intentions here. He knows of his Angelz true intentions. Eradication of Corruption.
He bows his head for a moment of quiet. The camera doesn't dare move. He speaks again.
Malone: It was a nasty prospect for me. To put my body to the hazard, just to lift certain people's spirits, by thinking they truly won. To fly off of a scaffold, just so a young man could brew in confidence...falsely. To see a group of New Agers transpire out of a Minor League federation, and to shock the world. Only to soon find out....the world they shocked was already ours to Burn. And burn it shall. Dismantle it piece by piece we will. Devlin Scott sits atop the mountain that is inpenetrable due to the spears of corruption that potrude out of it. Yet we don't climb. Wolves we are, yes...but we don't use paws. For the screaming of our wings will break through the still air that envelops every single member of the NGW...of the IPW, and even Alpha Rising. A direct flight to the top will not be our approach on this journey...on this MISSION of my father. We must vent out the corruption, by drawing the blood of the puppets. The blood of the sheep. Each proud member of these organizations must feel the Hate. They must feel the Rebellion. The must feel the Chaos. And they must feel the Shadows. Only then will they feel the Vengeance.
Gray stands, and slides out of the pew, and into the main aisle. He slowly walks down it, with his hands in the air, as the camera follows.
Malone: The laughing and smirking and joking on me....I welcome the insults. They are what I was looking for when I decided on this path. My path. For we each have a part to play in the downfall of this corrupted state we find ourselves in. Mine was the first. It was played to perfection. There are many levels of emotions that they all will soon feel as each phase gets played out. There will be no more lies by me. I have been forgiven for my sins of playing each and every one of them. Every one of you listening to me right now. You all have been fooled. You look at the record I currently have, and you laugh and scoff at me. You blindly turn away from the fangs within me, and think nothing will harm you. I will pray for you. For many of you do not deserve what is to come, yet you side with those that have been sewn by the corrupt puppeteer himself, Devlin Scott. Follow your fellow sheep. There will be nowhere to hide, from the striking toungues of our thirst for salvation.
He reaches the altar. He turns and looks toward the camera. His eyepatch is gone, showing off an all black eye, where the white should be. His bandage on his forehead is gone, showing the stitched up scar across it. He places his hands on the altar.
Malone: The tide has now turned. The pieces are in place. I now find myself in that ring, one on one with a dead man. With a man that has already lost hope for this business...so much so, that he didn't even show last time. But curiosity will play at this young man, whom the fans like to call....Rockin Lunatic. He will show at Vendetta, because it's what my father wants to happen. He desires you Lunatic....to claim your cleansing at the hands of his creature of the shadows. It matters not how much you train for this, or how much you care not to train...going off words strewn around the locker rooms about me. I am a loser in their eyes, Lunatic. Yet it is do to my will that they think that. Every single loss I have obtained, was meant to be, because it boosted their resolve. And in doing so, it showed the corruption shining bright on their outsides. Now, Lunatic, you face the true Gray Malone. You face the one that has captured the hearts and minds of fans worldwide. The enigma that has stepped on throats and snapped spines to capture every single title that was wanted.
He points to himself.
Malone: No one will watch. They are all predisposed in their own little lives now. They are comfortable with the fact that the Angelz are nothing but a sinking ship that can't even collaborate with each other. We aren't a threat to anyone....and they all believe that in their hearts, Lunatic. And that........was the plan. Now you fall as the cornerstone to the destruction of it all. I take you apart with the ease of anyone else I have dismantled, and I do it practically in the shadows of everyone's averted eyes. They will feel the slight shake, but they will still be blind. Lunatic, I welcome you to Atlanta, Georgia. I welcome you to the coast of Gray Malone. I own this half of the country, and I always will. I have disposed of corpses on the East Coast, with the ease of a blast furnace. This will not be a technical showcase of moves, going back and forth between two talented specimens of wrestling prowess, oh no. This will be you stepping between the ropes of MY ring, and being carelessly and hopelessly bludgeoned to within in inch of your life...and raised up into the sky, to be brought back down into the darkness of it all.
He rubs the sides of the wood alter.
Malone: And when you wake. Whether it be right away, or even days away. I wouldn't know...it varies. The answer to it all will be etched forever in your mind, Lunatic. It will be engrained inside of your soul, for only you to know. But you will have guests joining you, one by one.....and I ask of you to guide them. They will wake in confusion, and it is up to you, Rockin one, to tell them what caused their dispair and their loss of it all. For you like them will have suffered the undeniable move that has never been kicked out of. It has never been countered. It is the most feared move in professional wrestling history, and it provides answers to confusion. Lunatic, after you are disposed by it at Vendetta, I look to you to harbor those that will follow in your stead. Tell them it was because they suffered from the disease of corruption. Let them know that they were tricked by the dark vulture. The Angel of Shadows all along. Remind them that they stood confident in that ring....just like you will.....against Gray Malone. Tell them to stop holding on to whatever memories they had of thinking they were actually better than me....tell them to Just Let Go.........and if they ask why? You can simply say to them, what I will now say to you.............
He walks back down the steps, and stops beside the camera.
Malone: You Lost.
He then walks away back down the aisle, and exits the church, as the scene fades to black.