Post by White Mask on Aug 4, 2013 14:19:05 GMT -5
Have you enjoyed the show? It was quite the production, but sadly, soon we'll have to wind this down, and reveal the ultimate surprise. It will be such a thrill, such a shock, that none of you, least of all Trey Baxter, saw coming. I can hardly wait until everything finally comes to light. You will all be amazed.
Although, I did expect at least someone would indeed figure all this out. Everything has been a clue. Everything has been building up to these final moments. I have spelled it out for you, but, you still can't see the forest for the trees. A shame really, but all the more fun for me.
Now, my dear, close, personal, long time friend, Trey Baxter and I, we go way back. Hence his selection of me, to face him at Goldrush. I can't say as I blame him, after all, he's the star of the show, and he obviously wants to be in the starring role in the biggest production of all time. Now, I can't say that I expected this World title match, but I can say that I am thrilled to have it. But, it is, a bit of a burden. After all, it was never my intention to take his championship away from him. That honor it was meant for someone else. Someone who we all say was capable of getting the job done. But, if they wish to wait, I might have to regret to inform them that I am the champion, and all this was for nothing.
You are not going to spoil everything and lose to me, are you Trey? No. I believe that you have something in mind. Aside from our storied past, You chose me because you believe me to be an easy victory. Yes, you yourself, pinned my shoulders to the mat two weeks ago, for that, you should be commended. But really, who was the winner Trey? It was I who watched as you walked away, clutching that world championship ever-so-tightly, a look a shock and fear on your face. Then last week, It was I who made you nervous, drove you to the point of a breakdown, and so, you did. Granting me this world title match in haste. So tell me, who exactly is the winner of our little battle?
You see, At Gold Rush, I will reveal to you, what you should have already known, but maybe you missed it. I will reveal to you just how little you know. Everything was right under your nose, and you, blinded by your pride and honor
Or rather, what you think of as Honor.
Truth be told, you have no honor and you know it Trey. I'm not telling you anything you don't know. It's a fact that we all know. It is one of the reasons why I am here. It's one of the reasons, I, am the resistance. Oh, but don't worry Trey, The presence of the resistance will be felt throughout the arena at Gold Rush. It will be in the air, palpable to even the harshest critic. You will know the resistance like the back of your hand. In fact, I wager you probably already do. You, and the rest of Iconic Aggression will know first hand just how far the resistance goes. And it will destroy you, and your friends. And when it's over Trey, the MPW World title will once again have honor.
It's the word of the day, and the second to last clue. Can anyone piece it together before time is up? I doubt it, but that's part of the fun, everything right in front of you, and yet you still don't see it. The look on your face, will be utterly priceless. And, as an added bonus, you could be minus your world title. How shocked will you be if that happens?
But, as I said, truth be told, I don't even want your title right now. No, It's not my place to take it from you. Well, maybe it is, but not now. It is the resistance that will pry it from your grasp, and watch as the empire of filth you have built, is burned to the ground.
I'm getting a tad bit giddy waiting for the moment when it strikes you Trey Everything, literally everything I've said and done has been for this moment. With every stroke, every action, it has all built to the biggest surprise in the history of MPW. And Trey, believe it or not, it was you, who caused this in the first place. Yes, because of your actions, this is now happening to you. Fate, as it were, is not without a sense of irony.
Now, everything is about to come back, maybe even from the dead to haunt you. But don't let me frighten you Trey, I know your pride won't allow that, but that seed of doubt is already in your mind. It's gnawing at you right now. You will soon be asking yourself if you are ready, if you have what it takes. Will you climb yet another mountain and lay claim to being the best.
Ah, who am I kidding, I know that in typical Trey Baxter fashion, you'll pull another rabbit out of your hat. You always do.
In fact, I'm counting on it.
Now, everything has been set. Everything is in place. All the fine details have been worked out, and soon, everything, including MPW as you know it Trey, will change after Gold Rush. Everything is right where it should be.
Except for one thing: You. Trey Baxter. The MPW World Heavyweight champion.
I trust you will be at Gold Rush, ready for the fight you think you want. But the more pressing matter is, you absolutely must be in attendance for the first of the final two steps of this magnificent surprise.
I hope you are ready Trey. Ready with that sharp tongue to slay me, ready with fists with which to beat me. Ready for everything.
Just don't be late. You are the guest of honor in what we...I mean I havel been waiting for. Time is short, so I will leave you. But I will be at Gold Rush. Standing across from you. Watching you from the rafters, watching you from the aisle. Watching you from the arena. I will be everywhere. The resistance will be everywhere. But for now, just focus on the one whom you will enter the battlefield of the ring with.
Then, the gloves, and more importantly, the mask...comes off. Then you can say hello...
The Resistance will be knocking at your door.
Good-Bye Trey Baxter. Enjoy the show.
Although, I did expect at least someone would indeed figure all this out. Everything has been a clue. Everything has been building up to these final moments. I have spelled it out for you, but, you still can't see the forest for the trees. A shame really, but all the more fun for me.
Now, my dear, close, personal, long time friend, Trey Baxter and I, we go way back. Hence his selection of me, to face him at Goldrush. I can't say as I blame him, after all, he's the star of the show, and he obviously wants to be in the starring role in the biggest production of all time. Now, I can't say that I expected this World title match, but I can say that I am thrilled to have it. But, it is, a bit of a burden. After all, it was never my intention to take his championship away from him. That honor it was meant for someone else. Someone who we all say was capable of getting the job done. But, if they wish to wait, I might have to regret to inform them that I am the champion, and all this was for nothing.
You are not going to spoil everything and lose to me, are you Trey? No. I believe that you have something in mind. Aside from our storied past, You chose me because you believe me to be an easy victory. Yes, you yourself, pinned my shoulders to the mat two weeks ago, for that, you should be commended. But really, who was the winner Trey? It was I who watched as you walked away, clutching that world championship ever-so-tightly, a look a shock and fear on your face. Then last week, It was I who made you nervous, drove you to the point of a breakdown, and so, you did. Granting me this world title match in haste. So tell me, who exactly is the winner of our little battle?
You see, At Gold Rush, I will reveal to you, what you should have already known, but maybe you missed it. I will reveal to you just how little you know. Everything was right under your nose, and you, blinded by your pride and honor
Or rather, what you think of as Honor.
Truth be told, you have no honor and you know it Trey. I'm not telling you anything you don't know. It's a fact that we all know. It is one of the reasons why I am here. It's one of the reasons, I, am the resistance. Oh, but don't worry Trey, The presence of the resistance will be felt throughout the arena at Gold Rush. It will be in the air, palpable to even the harshest critic. You will know the resistance like the back of your hand. In fact, I wager you probably already do. You, and the rest of Iconic Aggression will know first hand just how far the resistance goes. And it will destroy you, and your friends. And when it's over Trey, the MPW World title will once again have honor.
It's the word of the day, and the second to last clue. Can anyone piece it together before time is up? I doubt it, but that's part of the fun, everything right in front of you, and yet you still don't see it. The look on your face, will be utterly priceless. And, as an added bonus, you could be minus your world title. How shocked will you be if that happens?
But, as I said, truth be told, I don't even want your title right now. No, It's not my place to take it from you. Well, maybe it is, but not now. It is the resistance that will pry it from your grasp, and watch as the empire of filth you have built, is burned to the ground.
I'm getting a tad bit giddy waiting for the moment when it strikes you Trey Everything, literally everything I've said and done has been for this moment. With every stroke, every action, it has all built to the biggest surprise in the history of MPW. And Trey, believe it or not, it was you, who caused this in the first place. Yes, because of your actions, this is now happening to you. Fate, as it were, is not without a sense of irony.
Now, everything is about to come back, maybe even from the dead to haunt you. But don't let me frighten you Trey, I know your pride won't allow that, but that seed of doubt is already in your mind. It's gnawing at you right now. You will soon be asking yourself if you are ready, if you have what it takes. Will you climb yet another mountain and lay claim to being the best.
Ah, who am I kidding, I know that in typical Trey Baxter fashion, you'll pull another rabbit out of your hat. You always do.
In fact, I'm counting on it.
Now, everything has been set. Everything is in place. All the fine details have been worked out, and soon, everything, including MPW as you know it Trey, will change after Gold Rush. Everything is right where it should be.
Except for one thing: You. Trey Baxter. The MPW World Heavyweight champion.
I trust you will be at Gold Rush, ready for the fight you think you want. But the more pressing matter is, you absolutely must be in attendance for the first of the final two steps of this magnificent surprise.
I hope you are ready Trey. Ready with that sharp tongue to slay me, ready with fists with which to beat me. Ready for everything.
Just don't be late. You are the guest of honor in what we...I mean I havel been waiting for. Time is short, so I will leave you. But I will be at Gold Rush. Standing across from you. Watching you from the rafters, watching you from the aisle. Watching you from the arena. I will be everywhere. The resistance will be everywhere. But for now, just focus on the one whom you will enter the battlefield of the ring with.
Then, the gloves, and more importantly, the mask...comes off. Then you can say hello...
The Resistance will be knocking at your door.
Good-Bye Trey Baxter. Enjoy the show.
