MarkFlynn
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08-03-2014, 04:38 PM
"Eli..."
“Eli. Where are you? Where is the great preacher to answer my questions?”
"A month ago, with the Trio Titles on the line, it only took forty minutes for you to respond to my words, Eli..."
“This time? When it matters? When I'm actually trying?"
"I can't get a word..."
"I've been waiting patiently for so long... For so many months. To hear first-hand a sermon from the man who sent me into the Abyss of non-existence... Who claimed to make me disappear…Forever."
"It looks like forever ended, Eli."
"I walked through forever because I knew your throat was on the other side."
"I rose from the shallow grave you shoved me into… I returned to the peak of the mountain from which I was cast..."
"And after a twelve month climb through Hell… I found you… Still here at the top. Undefeated."
"My heart almost leapt out of my throat. I felt that joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. I was on the verge of hyper-ventilating with glee… Before then, I was purposeless in my return.”
“Before now…I thought coming back to life was an accident. An oversight of a higher power. I thought I needed to avoid the eye of Heaven to avoid reclamation, an error that would soon be resolved…”
“Instead, I only got stronger. I only was filled with more life, only getting faster, the words coming naturally, seemingly streaming into my head from the air itself… More powerful than ever before.”
“I didn’t understand.”
“Then I saw your face. Then I knew why I had returned.”
"I bought a ticket to your big dance. I found my seat in the front row."
"I've been waiting, hands shaking, the biggest smile across my face... Since your appearance was announced on Wednesday... Mark Flynn against Eli James IV on Tuesday Night Madness..."
"X-Treme Rules. No rules."
“That trios match? Meaningless. I returned from death not for Theo Pryce to earn the last trinket missing from his toy chest. I returned to serve a higher power. I focused on you. I tested you. And you made it clear, you were vulnerable. You were afraid. You were malleable, changeable. The smallest of words would cause you to quake, would force you to quiver, to throw away your holy message in desperation.”
“Imitating the way I speak. Comparing your opponents to television shows.”
“You’ve lost your way. You’ve allowed the message you came into this world with to be corrupted by the sinners you came here to save or destroy.”
“And now, you have joined them.”
“Now, the best thing you can do for your cause is rise up. And stand before me. The unstoppable train come to crush your bones and mash your body into a paste...”
”I returned for THIS WEEK. I returned to deliver THIS message. I returned to kill an Immortal.”
“This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is the trap you fell into. A one-on-one match. With the first man you killed, worth killing…A year after his death…”
"I've been twitching... Sweating... I can't think, I can't even breathe... I can't wait to hear your meaningless words dribble down your ever-drying throat..."
"To hear the death rattle in your stomach crawl up through your intestine, that you might spew another bout of illogical vomit from your throat..."
"I can't wait to hear you try and combat with your dull, soft words... My obituary. Calling out the undeniable truth."
"That your message has become tainted."
"That you've become a pale ghostly shadow, a flawed imitation of what you once were... Desperately clinging to your glory days... Listing victories you claimed in your prime, now far in the rear view mirror... Far beyond the reach of your current skills..."
"Powerful? Unstoppable?"
"No more."
"I've been hungry. Starving. The only meal I've wanted since JULY 2013.... FOR A YEAR… Was to see you fail... To see you sweat as you feel the fires of Hell come closer and closer to the hairs on your neck… To hear your footsteps quicken as you fruitlessly sprint, praying to out-run the inevitable. To see you try and bring about another miracle. The elixir of life. Fighting time itself to once more exude the word of your master..."
"And then failing."
"This... is what I want. To see you come up short."
"And what you have given me thus far... Is nothing."
"Silence. Air and water vapor…"
“How… truly disappointing…”
“I’ve waited so long to see you fail. And here, I continue to wait. Waiting for you to deliver a message in reply… And receiving a continued silence for my patience. ”
“When are you going to shed your chrysalis of fear, Eli? When are you going to poke your head out from the hole you’ve taken residence within, so I can take it off your shoulders and claim it as my own.”
“How much longer must I wait to feed?”
“I’ve tried knocking on the paper turtle shell you've decided to make your shelter politely… Carefully… Asking you, begging you to come out… And leap into my mouth of your own free will.”
“Allowing you the most minor of dignities. To face your annihilation, to look into the eyes of the man who claims your head…And understand your failure as a man as you are devoured whole by nothingness…”
“A dignity you did not see fit to allow me over a year ago.”
“Now. I’m forced to crawl deep within your shell. Deep into your innards, and pull out your weak, flabby underbelly… So I can swallow it whole…”
"Where to begin…”
“How about your recent failures? How about the shift in your message’s tone?”
“You used to be a rising star… Now you’ve plateaued…”
“Your sermons used to illustrate your victories. Your unquestioned dominance ruling over the XWF…”
“Now, all you can do is lie. Paint propaganda in your losses to make them seem hard fought. Re-paint the image to give you a victory in defeat... When previously, all you needed to be victorious was your own strength..."
Quote:Listen closely... and you may learn a thing or two. When I lost the opportunity to face John Madison for the crown a year ago in an elimination chamber match to Luca Arzegotti, I stated for the world to hear why it didn't crush me.
“Blame the material world, interlopers you should have easily crushed for your own failures…”
Quote:John did everything in his power to stop me from winning that match. You don't have to believe me, just go watch the tape.
"And trivializing the thing you battled for after the fact. Pretending that which you vied, competed, bled for, suddenly became unimportant and beneath you the moment you failed to earn it on the field of combat."
Quote:
Following that Elimination Chamber match, I told the world the truth... it wasn't about winning gold.
Quote:
My message isn't about this temporary gold that's here one day and gone the next.
"Changing the content of your messages. To hide your failure."
"Pretending that which you spoke so ardently for... Victory. Was achieved without conquering your adversaries..."
"Your messages used to be of one variety, singularly dedicated to your victories, a beacon of upcoming death and destruction, an air raid siren to all who doubted that peril was just over the horizon, that a natural disaster was coming, that if the Earth itself opened and swallowed your enemies whole... It would be a merciful end, to avoid your wrath. That past victories had been secured and this most recent territory you were striving to invade and claim for yourself, this new adversary that had presented himself to you… Would fall, forced to face the same fate as all others that came up against you..."
"Now?"
"All your most recent statements can do is explain away your failures. Hide the truth, pretty it up so you seem more powerful… When really all it does is clarify how quickly your power has faded. How long-gone your glory days are. How ‘temporary’ your strength truly was all along."
"Just like the gold you couldn’t win from that failure Azrael Erebus."
Quote:"Here one day."
"And gone the next."
"I beg you, Eli. Tell me I'm wrong. Step up. Stand on the stage beside me. SPEAK, BOY. CONVERT… DO IT… IT’S A TRICK YOU LEARNED SO LONG AGO. DO IT!!"
"…"
"Go on, Eli."
"Deny my facts. Argue with your own words from the past. Disprove yourself. It’s all I want. It’s what I’ve waited for… Thirteen months of waiting…"
"Please… Shuck and Jive… Sing like you made me sing in death… Desperately try to convince these people with your song and dance, with your parlor tricks, with your beautiful, beautiful words that used to trickle into the ears of the unsuspecting and convert thousands upon thousands… And now only manage to bore and turn away those you brought into your flock during better times…”
“I fail to see the need for such things…”
Quote:“I just let the evidence speak for itself. “
“And the evidence points to one conclusion. Your death at my hands.”
“Your power slowly draining, losing everything… Failing every challenge, what was once an endless stream of title belts and victories has dried out… Been siphoned away… The only material accomplishment you have left… Your impeccable record in one-on-one matches…”
“How appropriate then that I am the one to take it away.”
“Want to resort to calling on your victories in the material world? Want to claim that your undefeated record is a weapon you can wield going into our contest?”
“For a man who throws around the word ‘undefeated ‘ so frequently… You sure have been in the ring while other men won…”
“You were once undefeated in elimination matches. Then Wild Card Weekend happened. And now you’re not.”
“You used to be undefeated in tag-team matches. Then War Games happened. And now you’re not.”
“You were once undefeated in matches with title belts on the line. Then Egyptian Snow Pharoah, Jessie Diaz and Tri Bute stepped up. And now you’re not.”
“You had never lost a title before. And then John Austin took your United States Championship. Y’know. A one-on-one match.”
“The only thing you have left is your one-on-one record, on the strictest technicality… Something I’m taking for myself..”
“What are you going to do after this match, Eli? Start claiming you’re undefeated in Last Man Standing Matches only? Or maybe undefeated in ‘One arm tied behind your back’ matches?”
“What new depth will you sink to after this latest failure, this newest match in which you’ll come up short?”
“Keep claiming to be invincible, Eli. We know better…”
Quote:You can die.
“…”
“Once more, Eli… I’d like to clarify my intentions…”
“I’m not telling you these things to scare you, Eli.”
“You seem to misunderstand my intent as I reveal to the world who you really are… A coward. A failure. A shepherd whose sheep were devoured long ago…”
“The purpose of my words isn’t to frighten you. Not to inspire fear.”
“You mistake my methodology with your own. You intimidate. You try and obtain a psychological advantage. Your every word is calculated… poorly. An attempt to unnerve and weaken your opponent’s mental resolve. All delivery. No substance.”
“I am immune to such paltry stratagems… And as such, you won’t find them in my playbook.”
“No, Eli. I know what will happen on Tuesday. Your words against my strength, my righteous anger, my other-worldly vengeance… Your speech will fail and only serve to crush you under their own weight… Like a metal shield against the force of a tsunami.”
“Man-made structures like your analogies… Failing against a god-damned force of nature… Your arrogance collapsing against your spine and trapping you as water fills your lungs… As hypoxic convulsions set in… Look for the last moment like you might try to fight your way to air… When all it is your body’s reflexes… Violently jerking… Eyes open… Preparing you for the other side…”
“The purpose of these words of mine. Is so you become aware. So you’re forced to acknowledge and come to terms with your slow decay over the course of a year. So you have to stare deep into your reflection and recognize the sad joke of a parody of your former self.”
“You need to know these things. These are important for the next phase of your journey… Its end…”
“So when your creator reclaims you into the abyss you drove so many into... As he began to do the moment I re-emerged from the birthing chamber of Hell...”
“As you feel the nothingness surround you… Penetrate your soul...”
“As you feel what you once thought was impossible… As you feel the sensation of death. As your lungs collapse, as your throat stops even attempting to draw air…”
“You understand. This event? This assassination? This isn’t random circumstance.”
“This is heaven-sent. This is punishment for your weeks of failure, for your stained eyes no longer being worthy to carry the message as a prophet.”
“This is your heavenly creator recognizing that you’re a lost cause, that you were the wrong horse to bet on.”
“And scratching out his error from existence.”
“…”
“Now please…”
“Speak, boy.”
“Speak.”
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