Post by evil on Aug 25, 2011 4:19:27 GMT
As the countdown to war was drawing near. In the deadly shadows of an undisclosed location. Genesis surrounded, and engulfed himself. Into the darkness. A darkness... that was only fitting to reflect the evil intentions. Begging to come out and play...
Candles were the only source of light. Genesis saw himself. Surrounded by them. All over the room. Candles were lit. Burning like a raging wildfire. Out of control. Unpredictable. This room was a bitter reflection of his world.
Genesis, was dressed in a special, black leather outfit from head-to-toe.
(OOC: Something similar to this. Minus the hat)
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Sitting on his throne. Designed in similarity to those used by the kings of who fought back in the Medieval times. The camera's coming in slowly but surely to focus on Genesis. As the candles begin to flicker with each passing frame.
Such a comfortable, relaxing place, isn't it? Take a look all around. See the darkness that reflects in the shadows of the night? Those 'shadows'. That very same, bitter darkness. Represents what exists inside my heart.
For more years then I can ever begin to recall. I've carried around a burden. Better yet... no burdens of my own. But burdens of others...
You see. For years. No matter what I've done. No matter what "Genesis" has brought to the table. Through the wounds of war. The scars of battle. The bloodshed. The chaos. Certainly, the controversy that followed suit. I've been damned by the people.
Wrestlers. Fans. Promoters. Those who choose to look down on me. Folks, who'd rather see me as another one of them. Then to be something that stands out. Something unique.
When MMInc was born. No more then nearly 10 months ago. Christian MoneyMaker had a vision. He saw what TNB was becoming. Just another Good Boys & Girls network. Lead by the youth. Who knew nothing about the business. Who were only in it for themselves, and themselves alone. To hell with the rest of the place, right? Seems to be the attitude of the quote unquote "New Blood". All that came & went. And carries onward for those who decided to stick it out. Survive the tests, laid forth by there predecessors...
They looked down on people like me. They spat on my legacy. Trampled, and Tarnished. My name...
Brandon Payne, he took my moniker and turned into one of you. A fake, unpolished, good-for-nothing poser! Where's Brandon Payne now? A distant memory.
When my rebirth occurred many months ago. My mission was to restore a legacy that I intended to leave behind someday. Through that. Came MoneyMaker Incorporated...
I chose, to align myself with the best of the best in this industry.
Sylas, and I. We suffered the brunt of the industry. Through our success. Came the whiners and the complainers. Due to this. I've changed into a bitter, callous and heartless being. I no longer carry the people on my sleeve. I carry the honor, respect and friendship of those who stick by me. Those, who aren't so quick to judge. Those, who aren't blinded by the words of a crazy tool
The people. Who just so happen to be my allies. My blood brothers. My friends. Are all in MoneyMaker Incorporated.
And with those words. I know that fans watching. Immeadiatly think "conspiracy theory!". You truly believe... 'we', in MoneyMaker Incorporated, are here to kill the business that you people so dearly love so much. On the contrary. We intend, and have done so, the opposite...
MMInc just isn't a group. That you can fold up & put into a drawer. Its a legacy worth remembering. A group, that came in 10 months ago with a vision to change the game. It wasn't a 'last stand' by the veterans. Trust me. We don't need a 'super group' to become successful. We've shown that each of us. Can handle ourselves.
MMInc is the one, and true dynasty that... when the smoke has cleared. When the dust has settled over this organization. You can look back through the history books and be proud of what we've each been able to accomplish.
MMInc revitalized, and gave guys like me. Sylas Styles, and Jason Youngblood new life. This group single handily helped create new legacies for Joker, Shawn Youngblood, Syren, Ashley Milano and the rest of the crew. Not only this? The group has also given the spotlight to the enemy.
Brandon "Wished he was Genesis" Payne, MG Cage, Titan, Angel Fyre, Avenger, Scott Joseph, the late Keith Williams, and yes... let us not forget about YOU... Double S!
You each have tried. Fought with all your might. But ohhhhh, how the 'mighty' will fall! One by one. MMInc showed you your limitations. Instead of exceeding those. The vast majority who failed. Left, and crawled back into the bottomless pit. While those who remain? Carry on the fight.
"Wondering... Fearing... Doubting" what could very will be the inevitable.
Steel City Showdown.
TNB Wrestling vs MMInc.
The FINAL Showdown!
Winner-Take-All atmosphere. Your FINAL chance to stand your ground. Show us all why you belong here. If you fail? We succeed, and show the world. The wrestling business still needs the likes of Genesis, Sylas Styles, The Youngbloods, etc, etc, & etc... to carry the business for it to live on.
If you succeed?
You not only rid this company of MMInc forever. But you show the world. That each of you belong and can stand on your own two feet. Without the need of old guards, such as myself, to show you the way.
"Succeed we all Succeed. Fail, then we all fail!"
TNB... bring your best army. Bring forth the ones who defend the companies honor. Myself, Sylas Styles, and our 3rd man? We'll be more then happy to oblige and meet you ALL... half-way!
*Genesis picks up one of the nearby burning candles. Holds it in the palm of his hands. Staring down as the flame burns wildly. He looks back up at the camera, and says*
TNB? Will you choose to let the flame continue to burn?
Or will you allow MMInc? To extinguish it!
*Genesis blew out the candle. A gust of wind violently fills the room. Extinguishing the flames all around him. All that can be heard throughout the total darkness. Is the sinister laughter of Genesis. Whom, in his own words. Told the world this is it! This is TNB's last stand! Bring your best. We'll bring ours. Let the best army win. To the victor. Goes the spoils.
No matter how you slice it. Tonight. Marks the end of one legacy. The beginning of a new chapter. But whose story book will end here this evening?
TNB Wrestling? or MoneyMaker Incorporated?
*END*
Candles were the only source of light. Genesis saw himself. Surrounded by them. All over the room. Candles were lit. Burning like a raging wildfire. Out of control. Unpredictable. This room was a bitter reflection of his world.
Genesis, was dressed in a special, black leather outfit from head-to-toe.
(OOC: Something similar to this. Minus the hat)
"]Sitting on his throne. Designed in similarity to those used by the kings of who fought back in the Medieval times. The camera's coming in slowly but surely to focus on Genesis. As the candles begin to flicker with each passing frame.
Such a comfortable, relaxing place, isn't it? Take a look all around. See the darkness that reflects in the shadows of the night? Those 'shadows'. That very same, bitter darkness. Represents what exists inside my heart.
For more years then I can ever begin to recall. I've carried around a burden. Better yet... no burdens of my own. But burdens of others...
You see. For years. No matter what I've done. No matter what "Genesis" has brought to the table. Through the wounds of war. The scars of battle. The bloodshed. The chaos. Certainly, the controversy that followed suit. I've been damned by the people.
Wrestlers. Fans. Promoters. Those who choose to look down on me. Folks, who'd rather see me as another one of them. Then to be something that stands out. Something unique.
When MMInc was born. No more then nearly 10 months ago. Christian MoneyMaker had a vision. He saw what TNB was becoming. Just another Good Boys & Girls network. Lead by the youth. Who knew nothing about the business. Who were only in it for themselves, and themselves alone. To hell with the rest of the place, right? Seems to be the attitude of the quote unquote "New Blood". All that came & went. And carries onward for those who decided to stick it out. Survive the tests, laid forth by there predecessors...
They looked down on people like me. They spat on my legacy. Trampled, and Tarnished. My name...
Brandon Payne, he took my moniker and turned into one of you. A fake, unpolished, good-for-nothing poser! Where's Brandon Payne now? A distant memory.
When my rebirth occurred many months ago. My mission was to restore a legacy that I intended to leave behind someday. Through that. Came MoneyMaker Incorporated...
I chose, to align myself with the best of the best in this industry.
Sylas, and I. We suffered the brunt of the industry. Through our success. Came the whiners and the complainers. Due to this. I've changed into a bitter, callous and heartless being. I no longer carry the people on my sleeve. I carry the honor, respect and friendship of those who stick by me. Those, who aren't so quick to judge. Those, who aren't blinded by the words of a crazy tool
The people. Who just so happen to be my allies. My blood brothers. My friends. Are all in MoneyMaker Incorporated.
And with those words. I know that fans watching. Immeadiatly think "conspiracy theory!". You truly believe... 'we', in MoneyMaker Incorporated, are here to kill the business that you people so dearly love so much. On the contrary. We intend, and have done so, the opposite...
MMInc just isn't a group. That you can fold up & put into a drawer. Its a legacy worth remembering. A group, that came in 10 months ago with a vision to change the game. It wasn't a 'last stand' by the veterans. Trust me. We don't need a 'super group' to become successful. We've shown that each of us. Can handle ourselves.
MMInc is the one, and true dynasty that... when the smoke has cleared. When the dust has settled over this organization. You can look back through the history books and be proud of what we've each been able to accomplish.
MMInc revitalized, and gave guys like me. Sylas Styles, and Jason Youngblood new life. This group single handily helped create new legacies for Joker, Shawn Youngblood, Syren, Ashley Milano and the rest of the crew. Not only this? The group has also given the spotlight to the enemy.
Brandon "Wished he was Genesis" Payne, MG Cage, Titan, Angel Fyre, Avenger, Scott Joseph, the late Keith Williams, and yes... let us not forget about YOU... Double S!
You each have tried. Fought with all your might. But ohhhhh, how the 'mighty' will fall! One by one. MMInc showed you your limitations. Instead of exceeding those. The vast majority who failed. Left, and crawled back into the bottomless pit. While those who remain? Carry on the fight.
"Wondering... Fearing... Doubting" what could very will be the inevitable.
Steel City Showdown.
TNB Wrestling vs MMInc.
The FINAL Showdown!
Winner-Take-All atmosphere. Your FINAL chance to stand your ground. Show us all why you belong here. If you fail? We succeed, and show the world. The wrestling business still needs the likes of Genesis, Sylas Styles, The Youngbloods, etc, etc, & etc... to carry the business for it to live on.
If you succeed?
You not only rid this company of MMInc forever. But you show the world. That each of you belong and can stand on your own two feet. Without the need of old guards, such as myself, to show you the way.
"Succeed we all Succeed. Fail, then we all fail!"
TNB... bring your best army. Bring forth the ones who defend the companies honor. Myself, Sylas Styles, and our 3rd man? We'll be more then happy to oblige and meet you ALL... half-way!
*Genesis picks up one of the nearby burning candles. Holds it in the palm of his hands. Staring down as the flame burns wildly. He looks back up at the camera, and says*
TNB? Will you choose to let the flame continue to burn?
Or will you allow MMInc? To extinguish it!
*Genesis blew out the candle. A gust of wind violently fills the room. Extinguishing the flames all around him. All that can be heard throughout the total darkness. Is the sinister laughter of Genesis. Whom, in his own words. Told the world this is it! This is TNB's last stand! Bring your best. We'll bring ours. Let the best army win. To the victor. Goes the spoils.
No matter how you slice it. Tonight. Marks the end of one legacy. The beginning of a new chapter. But whose story book will end here this evening?
TNB Wrestling? or MoneyMaker Incorporated?
*END*