Post by callous on Jun 22, 2011 0:56:54 GMT -5
ooc - for those that don't know i used to use callous as a faux super hero names callous ive decided to recreate it here and this is the premise to be continued in my next rp...enjoy.
the gathering storm
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Gentlemen, you know why I've called you here today.
In the dark labrynthine complex of Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni...well it's not so much dark or labrynthine as much as it is a dining room in an upscale apartment. That's not the point, around the table - from here on in known as the meeting hall of evil - sits seven of the worlds most infamous villains. Well they're not quite infamous yet, but they plan to be, and that's the important thing. Because sometimes it pays to put effort into your writing, maybe one day I'll do the same...anyway-The Baron speaks, with his somewhat commanding voice
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - You are all the greatest supervillains on this block, but time and time again, your best efforts to destroy the world and bring humanity to it's knees have been foiled by The Dork Knight. Much like my plot of world domination was also foiled by that cowled bastard...but together, I feel that we will surely defeat the Dork Knight, and that's why I've called you all here today. But first some introductions...I'm sure you all know who I am, thanks to the press release you've recieved before this meet. To my right is The Fractional Samaurai, master of the ancient mathematical killing art of the orient.
The Fractional Samaurai - I will reduce the Dork Knight to 5/80ths of his original size!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Metric Gnome...uh, anyone seen Metric Gnome?
voice - I'm here.
The Baron peers over a chair and sees the five-inch tall Metric Gnome.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Right...why are you here again?
Metric Gnome - The Dork Knight foiled my plot to convert the world's measuring systems to metric, then blew it up!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I...you don't really have much in the way of powers, do you.
Metric Gnome - I can do this with my thumb!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Right. Ew. Next, is The Expanding/Retracting Man, capable of expanding his body, and retracting it at the same time
The Expanding/Retracting Man - Here.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - This isn't roll call.
The Expanding/Retracting Man - I just thought it would -
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Well that's your problem, you thought.
The Expanding/Retracting Man - But...
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - And what's with your power, if you expand and retract at the same time, doesn't that mean you're not doing anything at all?
The Expanding/Retracting Man - It's totally useful.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I don't see how.
The Expanding/Retracting Man - Well, you will.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I had better...this is starting to seem like a very bad idea. Anyway, our next model of tyrany is Timmy, the Retard in a Rabbit Costume.
Timmy, the Retard in a Rabbit Costume - I LIKE CEREAL!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Oh, sweet Jesus. This is the last time I call Central Casting for co-villains.
Timmy, the Retard in a Rabbit Costume - I LIKE CEREAL!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - And last there's the Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard.
Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rawwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - ...You know, I'm really starting to understand why the Dork Knight has had relatively no difficulty in bringing you all to justice time and time again.
The Fractional Samaurai - Don't worry, Baron! I can't imagine that the Dork Knight has even 1/1350ths of a chance against our combined might.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Yeah, that's gonna get old quick.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Anyway I made some phone calls, and I took out some insurance in cause you all are duds, and boy am I glad I did. So I hired a pack of vampires to give us backup, and ensure the destruction of our mortal enemy.
Vampire - Hi, nice to meet you all. I'm Chad, King of the Vampires
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Uh...where are the other vampires?
Chad, King of the Vampires - They're back at the crypt, watching the game...while being vampires.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - ...Are you sure you're really a vampire, and not some kid who thinks he's a vampire because it would make his parents mad?
Chad, King of the Vampires - No, I'm the real thing.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - You sure?
Chad, King of the Vampires - Oh definately, I'm totally one with the night.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - But you're...wearing a polo shirt and khakis.
Chad, King of the Vampires - I'm a middle-class vampire. Besides, you said dress casual.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - It's just...aren't you supposed to be wearing all black, and have a skin condition? Wearing a cravate and a dickie doesn't really scream 'lord of darkness' to me.
Chad, King of the Vampires - Do you want our help or not?
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I just wanted to make sure you're really a vampire. I've been burnt before.
Chad, King of the Vampires - I so am...now if you don't mind, I've got to go tanning in a few minues, so can we wrap this meeting up soon?
Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rawwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - The Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard is right...Talk about a flimsy premise. But it's my flimsy premise and I'm sticking with it to the end. We will hunt down the Dork Knight and eliminate him from our lives, so that we can commit countless atrocities. And there is no one who can stop us!
All - DESTROY THE DORK KNIGHT!
Paradise found in the fullest of fashions. Glory gone away. Egos to endure the chastising. And dreams coming true, fighting through the thick to unravel in an instant. If you blinked, you would have missed it. Days dragged on, longer then ever before and only seemed to prolong the inevitable. No need to stretch your imagination across the unchartered areas or those places that were better left alone. Much like most memories weren't worth holding onto. Nevertheless, it never changed the fact that we are infatuated with prestige. It's simple really, without it we feel obsolete. Normalcy is no longer worth the time we waste trying to obtain perfection. When in fact, perfect is what you make it.
So the heirloom of the UwA will be suspended, we look up and there it is. Glimmering in the light our reflection hidden in the gold that makes our eyes water in anticipation. Not even a steel cage can contain the sinister urge that seems to rivet through the foundation. Another wasted opportunity? I think not. Letting up had lost it's luster and playing games was for children. If I wanted to be taken seriously, I'd have to grow up. I was more then ready to do so if it meant that I left my mark on this company. I was born to be the best, a champion, so far ahead of the competition and yet grounded enough to realize that impossible is the contruct of a narrow-minded shmuck who couldn't tap into the potential that rested at the tips of each finger. Sound familiar Benelli? Nothing is impossible. Nothing at all.
I had come a long way, from a kid with something to prove to a seasoned, somewhat inexperienced, incredibly successful veteran of maybe five months. Five months is plenty time to collect what I needed to collect. I never looked back, even if time changed me for the better I knew that the past would only multiply the questions I had to ask and I wasn't looking for questions, I was looking for answers. Answers that had found themselves unaware and undisclosed. The irony of the matter left that sour taste in my mouth. Bitterness had become a neccessity.
Blistering heat, the world revolving around that hole in the sky. It radiated, the heat waves breaking the balance, and the mirage contorted in our open eyes. Which shot instinctively. Cocking back, we took the time to take it in and the fresh air strung out, finding separate ways into our lungs. Inhale, exhale. Controlled breathing, each step strived to form that saunter and down the narrow hallway. The paintings on the wall, all artistic to the point where you'd have to stop and stare for a few moments before any sign of a reasonable explanation for the occurences taking place in each, would come to mind. We stop in front of one in particular, a portrait of a man standing back to the wall with an edgy separation cutting him into two halves. One half, resembles an angel. The feathery wings, the angelic hue, it all comes together. The other however, helps to emphasize the masculinity and the reddened complexion of the Devil. It's a simple analogy, we have so much inside, the conflict could lead us down either path and even if we do cling to one, over another we are always have both sides beating within us. It's the decisions we make that decide which will shine through. A simple analogy that fits our power hungry race to a tee. We stare aimlessly into the painting and ponder.
"This painting makes more sense then I ever could. A blind man could see the depth. Simplicity is cherished this day and age. Complexity is a complication. No need to over-evaluate our out look on who we are. We will always see through the stupid things we say, the dumb things we do, and for what? To fit into a society that is doomed to decay like the ruins of an ancient city lost somewhere in time? Frank Benelli, I'm glad you came out of your shell in time to watch it all come crashing down. Your perspective can change, you can cut your hair, you can do whatever you think it is you need to do to make it out with your integrity still in check. I know you value this chance to get a shot at the Universal Championship. But the truth of the matter is when you knew who'd be facing this week you began to cower. I gues that happens when you've come to the realization that you have no chance in walking out of this match the victor because when the time comes for the two of us to tango there won't be time to second guess, to think about the reprocussions. This should be a battle of epic proportions. They will look into the annals of time, in hopes of finding something to compare, to contrast because that's what we do. We compete. Competitive nature is what makes us the way we are. Broad-chested, brawny, and in most cases, time-tested. We're unwilling to admit when we were wrong, when we came up short, and the hypocrisy, the criticism, the catastrophe that comes along will become a part of the rigorous process of growth that will occur so appropriately. Youth is lost, it evades us all, I have mine, and I plan on using it to the fullest. You Benelli, you're jaded. I see it in your eyes. The fire burns blue and fades out, it fizzles, and the fertility found in the deepest of trances will be lost in the lateral spread that helps us evolve, to take the next step, and you're that next step. Control is so important but what happens when control is lost and you're left flailing, wallowing in your own self-pity? I'm sure you've been there. So it shouldn't be too hard to climb back out because the last thing I want is your life on my hands. So go ahead, do what you need to do to prepare for this match of ours because through hell and high water I'm going to walk out with my hand raised as you go back to nursing the wounds, both mental and physical that I leave on you."
"It's no secret that you and I, we have a lot in common. We both want the same thing. Where only one of us have the chance to get it next week. We both have fought past countless obstacles to make it here, and now, it's up to us to decide who leaves that night with victory and the respect that we both derserve. I'm not going to sugar coat a damn thing, I'm not going to play games, try to manipulate you into believing that I am more then capable of bringing you down because I think we both know that we are on even playing grounds, at least for now. The melody makes me want to dance, to throw my arms around in a frantic manner, and to bring the world down around me. I'm not looking for attention, I'm not starved for those prying eyes to fall on me, all I want is to obtain that one piece of gold that can get me through these hard times. So, why is it I have this strong feeling that you won't man up? Is it because you've watched the tape of the countless matches that I destroyed the competition. Maybe after watching that you lost confidence in yourself. That would be understandable. The mood swings, they are only the beginning of what we call schizophrenia. The forms vary and the longer I wait, the less control I have. I feel it ripping me a part, seam for fuckin' seam. Do you have the desire, the drive to depict the future and to work towards making it a reality? Can you medicate these fears and somehow, turn these negatives into a positive? Can you go against the grain, can you survive in the midst of a struggle, a struggle like no other. A testament of man, it's poetry in motion. I can barely contain myself. I wet my pants just thinking about the carnage that will carress my flesh, break my bones, and when will power alone isn't enough. I will rise to regain what I lost so long enough, the pride and the dignity. The centerpiece, the key to eternity."
"How do you expect me to be the man I always was, never running, never hiding. Expectations are part of the past, expect what you will because you're going to get Callous either way. I'll dive right in, head first. Glory is worth every pint of blood, every wound left open, the skin puckering up, it's all worth it. I'd give it all for this opportunity, luckily I didn't have to and now, I am on the verge of something great and I will make it through. Life was longer then I ever expected it to be, all the hard times, all the times I broke down, all the times I took to self-affliction to escape the same four walls and all the times I've had success shoved in my face. I will succeed, I will overcome the odds, and I will exceed all the limitations. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. A deadly combination. I don't see how you ever expect to stop me, Benelli. You're fighting a lost cause and come Monday your life will come down crashing down before you."
"Everyone else is focused on the competition, making contradiction an afterthought. Trying so desperately to get into one another's head, trying to gain what they deem the upperhand. This isn't about them, it's about a battle within myself. I am my own worst fuckin' enemy. That's the truth, nothing will change my disposition unless I want to change it and I know now, that if I don't. I'll never succeed. This is my first step to revitalization, this is the first rung on the stairway to Heaven. Glory is gold. Gold, around my waist, and in your face. When it's all said and done and the smoke is celared, you, Benelli will be eating your words and I will be moving on towards becoming the first ever UwA Universl championship. There's pretty much nothing you can do about it. You see, Benelli....just like the ground I'm standing on...you're beneath me!"
It's obvious. UwA is A Parade For Politicians and I'm the virtuous one, the eyes in the back of your head. Trust me and I will take you to places you couldn't possibly imagine. Trust me and I will make up for your shortcomings. Trust me and you will be a part of a brand new Generation of eXcellence. You Benelli, have so much to learn. And this lesson will be the most important of all. Don't try to exceed limitation when you can't understand why you're trying to progress. This is over before it began, it saddens me to think that I'll leave my mark this way but like they say. By any means necessary.
. . . [faDe ouT]
the gathering storm
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Gentlemen, you know why I've called you here today.
In the dark labrynthine complex of Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni...well it's not so much dark or labrynthine as much as it is a dining room in an upscale apartment. That's not the point, around the table - from here on in known as the meeting hall of evil - sits seven of the worlds most infamous villains. Well they're not quite infamous yet, but they plan to be, and that's the important thing. Because sometimes it pays to put effort into your writing, maybe one day I'll do the same...anyway-The Baron speaks, with his somewhat commanding voice
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - You are all the greatest supervillains on this block, but time and time again, your best efforts to destroy the world and bring humanity to it's knees have been foiled by The Dork Knight. Much like my plot of world domination was also foiled by that cowled bastard...but together, I feel that we will surely defeat the Dork Knight, and that's why I've called you all here today. But first some introductions...I'm sure you all know who I am, thanks to the press release you've recieved before this meet. To my right is The Fractional Samaurai, master of the ancient mathematical killing art of the orient.
The Fractional Samaurai - I will reduce the Dork Knight to 5/80ths of his original size!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Metric Gnome...uh, anyone seen Metric Gnome?
voice - I'm here.
The Baron peers over a chair and sees the five-inch tall Metric Gnome.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Right...why are you here again?
Metric Gnome - The Dork Knight foiled my plot to convert the world's measuring systems to metric, then blew it up!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I...you don't really have much in the way of powers, do you.
Metric Gnome - I can do this with my thumb!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Right. Ew. Next, is The Expanding/Retracting Man, capable of expanding his body, and retracting it at the same time
The Expanding/Retracting Man - Here.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - This isn't roll call.
The Expanding/Retracting Man - I just thought it would -
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Well that's your problem, you thought.
The Expanding/Retracting Man - But...
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - And what's with your power, if you expand and retract at the same time, doesn't that mean you're not doing anything at all?
The Expanding/Retracting Man - It's totally useful.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I don't see how.
The Expanding/Retracting Man - Well, you will.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I had better...this is starting to seem like a very bad idea. Anyway, our next model of tyrany is Timmy, the Retard in a Rabbit Costume.
Timmy, the Retard in a Rabbit Costume - I LIKE CEREAL!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Oh, sweet Jesus. This is the last time I call Central Casting for co-villains.
Timmy, the Retard in a Rabbit Costume - I LIKE CEREAL!
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - And last there's the Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard.
Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rawwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - ...You know, I'm really starting to understand why the Dork Knight has had relatively no difficulty in bringing you all to justice time and time again.
The Fractional Samaurai - Don't worry, Baron! I can't imagine that the Dork Knight has even 1/1350ths of a chance against our combined might.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Yeah, that's gonna get old quick.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Anyway I made some phone calls, and I took out some insurance in cause you all are duds, and boy am I glad I did. So I hired a pack of vampires to give us backup, and ensure the destruction of our mortal enemy.
Vampire - Hi, nice to meet you all. I'm Chad, King of the Vampires
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - Uh...where are the other vampires?
Chad, King of the Vampires - They're back at the crypt, watching the game...while being vampires.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - ...Are you sure you're really a vampire, and not some kid who thinks he's a vampire because it would make his parents mad?
Chad, King of the Vampires - No, I'm the real thing.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - You sure?
Chad, King of the Vampires - Oh definately, I'm totally one with the night.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - But you're...wearing a polo shirt and khakis.
Chad, King of the Vampires - I'm a middle-class vampire. Besides, you said dress casual.
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - It's just...aren't you supposed to be wearing all black, and have a skin condition? Wearing a cravate and a dickie doesn't really scream 'lord of darkness' to me.
Chad, King of the Vampires - Do you want our help or not?
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - I just wanted to make sure you're really a vampire. I've been burnt before.
Chad, King of the Vampires - I so am...now if you don't mind, I've got to go tanning in a few minues, so can we wrap this meeting up soon?
Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rawwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Baron CheesePizza Von Pepperoni - The Zombified Corpse Of Ol' Dirty Bastard is right...Talk about a flimsy premise. But it's my flimsy premise and I'm sticking with it to the end. We will hunt down the Dork Knight and eliminate him from our lives, so that we can commit countless atrocities. And there is no one who can stop us!
All - DESTROY THE DORK KNIGHT!
Paradise found in the fullest of fashions. Glory gone away. Egos to endure the chastising. And dreams coming true, fighting through the thick to unravel in an instant. If you blinked, you would have missed it. Days dragged on, longer then ever before and only seemed to prolong the inevitable. No need to stretch your imagination across the unchartered areas or those places that were better left alone. Much like most memories weren't worth holding onto. Nevertheless, it never changed the fact that we are infatuated with prestige. It's simple really, without it we feel obsolete. Normalcy is no longer worth the time we waste trying to obtain perfection. When in fact, perfect is what you make it.
So the heirloom of the UwA will be suspended, we look up and there it is. Glimmering in the light our reflection hidden in the gold that makes our eyes water in anticipation. Not even a steel cage can contain the sinister urge that seems to rivet through the foundation. Another wasted opportunity? I think not. Letting up had lost it's luster and playing games was for children. If I wanted to be taken seriously, I'd have to grow up. I was more then ready to do so if it meant that I left my mark on this company. I was born to be the best, a champion, so far ahead of the competition and yet grounded enough to realize that impossible is the contruct of a narrow-minded shmuck who couldn't tap into the potential that rested at the tips of each finger. Sound familiar Benelli? Nothing is impossible. Nothing at all.
I had come a long way, from a kid with something to prove to a seasoned, somewhat inexperienced, incredibly successful veteran of maybe five months. Five months is plenty time to collect what I needed to collect. I never looked back, even if time changed me for the better I knew that the past would only multiply the questions I had to ask and I wasn't looking for questions, I was looking for answers. Answers that had found themselves unaware and undisclosed. The irony of the matter left that sour taste in my mouth. Bitterness had become a neccessity.
Blistering heat, the world revolving around that hole in the sky. It radiated, the heat waves breaking the balance, and the mirage contorted in our open eyes. Which shot instinctively. Cocking back, we took the time to take it in and the fresh air strung out, finding separate ways into our lungs. Inhale, exhale. Controlled breathing, each step strived to form that saunter and down the narrow hallway. The paintings on the wall, all artistic to the point where you'd have to stop and stare for a few moments before any sign of a reasonable explanation for the occurences taking place in each, would come to mind. We stop in front of one in particular, a portrait of a man standing back to the wall with an edgy separation cutting him into two halves. One half, resembles an angel. The feathery wings, the angelic hue, it all comes together. The other however, helps to emphasize the masculinity and the reddened complexion of the Devil. It's a simple analogy, we have so much inside, the conflict could lead us down either path and even if we do cling to one, over another we are always have both sides beating within us. It's the decisions we make that decide which will shine through. A simple analogy that fits our power hungry race to a tee. We stare aimlessly into the painting and ponder.
"This painting makes more sense then I ever could. A blind man could see the depth. Simplicity is cherished this day and age. Complexity is a complication. No need to over-evaluate our out look on who we are. We will always see through the stupid things we say, the dumb things we do, and for what? To fit into a society that is doomed to decay like the ruins of an ancient city lost somewhere in time? Frank Benelli, I'm glad you came out of your shell in time to watch it all come crashing down. Your perspective can change, you can cut your hair, you can do whatever you think it is you need to do to make it out with your integrity still in check. I know you value this chance to get a shot at the Universal Championship. But the truth of the matter is when you knew who'd be facing this week you began to cower. I gues that happens when you've come to the realization that you have no chance in walking out of this match the victor because when the time comes for the two of us to tango there won't be time to second guess, to think about the reprocussions. This should be a battle of epic proportions. They will look into the annals of time, in hopes of finding something to compare, to contrast because that's what we do. We compete. Competitive nature is what makes us the way we are. Broad-chested, brawny, and in most cases, time-tested. We're unwilling to admit when we were wrong, when we came up short, and the hypocrisy, the criticism, the catastrophe that comes along will become a part of the rigorous process of growth that will occur so appropriately. Youth is lost, it evades us all, I have mine, and I plan on using it to the fullest. You Benelli, you're jaded. I see it in your eyes. The fire burns blue and fades out, it fizzles, and the fertility found in the deepest of trances will be lost in the lateral spread that helps us evolve, to take the next step, and you're that next step. Control is so important but what happens when control is lost and you're left flailing, wallowing in your own self-pity? I'm sure you've been there. So it shouldn't be too hard to climb back out because the last thing I want is your life on my hands. So go ahead, do what you need to do to prepare for this match of ours because through hell and high water I'm going to walk out with my hand raised as you go back to nursing the wounds, both mental and physical that I leave on you."
"It's no secret that you and I, we have a lot in common. We both want the same thing. Where only one of us have the chance to get it next week. We both have fought past countless obstacles to make it here, and now, it's up to us to decide who leaves that night with victory and the respect that we both derserve. I'm not going to sugar coat a damn thing, I'm not going to play games, try to manipulate you into believing that I am more then capable of bringing you down because I think we both know that we are on even playing grounds, at least for now. The melody makes me want to dance, to throw my arms around in a frantic manner, and to bring the world down around me. I'm not looking for attention, I'm not starved for those prying eyes to fall on me, all I want is to obtain that one piece of gold that can get me through these hard times. So, why is it I have this strong feeling that you won't man up? Is it because you've watched the tape of the countless matches that I destroyed the competition. Maybe after watching that you lost confidence in yourself. That would be understandable. The mood swings, they are only the beginning of what we call schizophrenia. The forms vary and the longer I wait, the less control I have. I feel it ripping me a part, seam for fuckin' seam. Do you have the desire, the drive to depict the future and to work towards making it a reality? Can you medicate these fears and somehow, turn these negatives into a positive? Can you go against the grain, can you survive in the midst of a struggle, a struggle like no other. A testament of man, it's poetry in motion. I can barely contain myself. I wet my pants just thinking about the carnage that will carress my flesh, break my bones, and when will power alone isn't enough. I will rise to regain what I lost so long enough, the pride and the dignity. The centerpiece, the key to eternity."
"How do you expect me to be the man I always was, never running, never hiding. Expectations are part of the past, expect what you will because you're going to get Callous either way. I'll dive right in, head first. Glory is worth every pint of blood, every wound left open, the skin puckering up, it's all worth it. I'd give it all for this opportunity, luckily I didn't have to and now, I am on the verge of something great and I will make it through. Life was longer then I ever expected it to be, all the hard times, all the times I broke down, all the times I took to self-affliction to escape the same four walls and all the times I've had success shoved in my face. I will succeed, I will overcome the odds, and I will exceed all the limitations. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. A deadly combination. I don't see how you ever expect to stop me, Benelli. You're fighting a lost cause and come Monday your life will come down crashing down before you."
"Everyone else is focused on the competition, making contradiction an afterthought. Trying so desperately to get into one another's head, trying to gain what they deem the upperhand. This isn't about them, it's about a battle within myself. I am my own worst fuckin' enemy. That's the truth, nothing will change my disposition unless I want to change it and I know now, that if I don't. I'll never succeed. This is my first step to revitalization, this is the first rung on the stairway to Heaven. Glory is gold. Gold, around my waist, and in your face. When it's all said and done and the smoke is celared, you, Benelli will be eating your words and I will be moving on towards becoming the first ever UwA Universl championship. There's pretty much nothing you can do about it. You see, Benelli....just like the ground I'm standing on...you're beneath me!"
It's obvious. UwA is A Parade For Politicians and I'm the virtuous one, the eyes in the back of your head. Trust me and I will take you to places you couldn't possibly imagine. Trust me and I will make up for your shortcomings. Trust me and you will be a part of a brand new Generation of eXcellence. You Benelli, have so much to learn. And this lesson will be the most important of all. Don't try to exceed limitation when you can't understand why you're trying to progress. This is over before it began, it saddens me to think that I'll leave my mark this way but like they say. By any means necessary.
. . . [faDe ouT]