Heroes and Pestilance

By October 2, 2018Roleplay/Promo

Standing in a dimly lit room, Priest is seen with his down. Dressed in his signature black attire, Priest keeps his head down he begins to speak.

Priest

As a child, I wanted nothing more than to be powerful like the heroes I saw on my television. I would sit for hours studying their every move. Their every gesture. The way they handled themselves. I studied everything. I worked for years and it never came to where I wanted it to be.

Shaking head in disgust, Priest continues.

Priest

Oh I did my best to emulate them but what it came to was that I needed to be my own person. I needed to create my own persona. So I did that and guess what? I have a career full of accomplishments and quite frankly, no one can take that away from me.

Lifting his head up, Priest’s eyes begin to widen as he continues.

Priest

Rich, I heard what you had to say and I must say you amuse me. You amuse me because you act like you’ve done something good with your career. The fact is, you were always a slacker and you won that North American on a fluke. Yeah I know you beat Jessie Osuwu for it, but looking at some footage, you never broke a sweat. It looked like a god damn sparring session than a championship match. You? A champion? Give me a fucking break.

Taking a cigarette from a nearby table, Priest lights it up a takes a long drag. Blowing out a smoke ring, he let’s out a sigh before continuing.

Priest

Rich, when the SOD formed, it was supposed to be a group of people getting their voices heard.  I was loyal to the group because it stood for something.  You were supposed to be the crown jewel of the group but what happened?  You failed miserably.  I brought your asses to the very top but you couldn’t stay there because of your greed.  So tell me.  What happened?  You guys became a laughing stock of every federation we were in because who was the one guy that the fans wanted to see.  It was me.  They wanted to see me because I had all the tools to be a superstar.  You?  You were just a pawn waiting to be exposed and I hate to break it to you but I got sick of carrying your asses for so many years.  You mother fuckers were the reason I was always held back and you tried to take to the spotlight from me every chance you got.  Did you succeed?  Hell no you didn’t because I’m still standing here.

Taking another drag, Priest continues.

Priest

Mr.  Walker wanted me to return because he knew I could put an to your bullshit and not it has finally come.  You say you’re a fighting champion?  I say you’re a chump.  You were never destined for anything but failure and when we meet  at TLC, I’m going to expose you as the farce that you truly are.  You’ve never been tested fully, Rich.  But I’m going to do that.  I’m going to take you places you’ve never been.  I’m going to show you brutality like you’ve never seen before.  When it’s over, I will be standing over your fallen carcuss as the next SCW North American Champion.  So bring everything you have son.  Because the only thing you’ll be tasting is a table courtesy of yours truly.  See you in hell, boy.

Laughing Priest turns out the light as the scene fades to black.

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