Post by Le Biker on Apr 23, 2009 22:13:31 GMT -5
I’m in a hallway, and Magician is approaching. This guy isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he’s definitely a valuable man to have on your side. He can be rather fickle, though. I don’t remember him ever being part of a group without turning on them once. Still, it isn’t his kinship I seek: it is his cooperation… I approach him.
Just as I thought. Unlike Nail, he did not take to my arrival with so much pleasure. He takes a swing, and I duck it effortlessly. It seems as though Magic’s age is beginning to show. I grab his arm, and drag him to the ground. Holding him in a headlock, I begin to reason with him in my own way.
Magician, I presume?
Magic: Who are you, you creeper!?!
He’s clawing at my mask. It’s annoying. I wrap my legs around, and pin his arms to the ground with them. I speak once more.
Who I am is not important. What’s important is what I need to say.
Why should I listen to you if you’re not even man enough to show your face?
You make a valid point, but I cannot compromise my anonymity for any reason at all. It steals away my advantage. Now listen while I talk; you need not say anything.
I assumed I’ve heard the message that I gave your partner, Nail. If not, let it be known, the way of Fighter-X is stale. It’s borderline communistic, with everyone gaining something in the company. There was nothing left to fight for but hatred and greed. It’s why I left. I hoped in my absence that this company would see sense, and in a way it did. By ridding CRF of the useless auxiliary championships, being a champion here now means much more. And that is most certainly a good thing.
However, Draven’s rule is not without error. He rules with an agenda, giving opportunities to people based on his own personal feelings, as opposed to who’s earned it. I understand that you’re in the running for this new Ultimate Championship. Swell, best of luck to you. However, have you noticed how decidedly it leans towards Draven and his lackeys? You can’t tell me you haven’t. So, I beg, I implore you, change your ways. Fight for pride, not for Fighter-X. His ways have become useless, and will eventually kill CRF. You, however, have the opportunity to change this. Keep order in CRF, and by all means, don’t divide the federation into two distinct groups. There will always be a middle ground, and you can maintain it.
I release Magician from the submission hold. I stand, and he follows suit. We make eye contact for the first time. It’s hard to read Magician, it always has been. But if I had to guess, I’d think he doubts me. Magician has never been one to be convinced with words… or anything at all.
Or, you can stay the path, and watch as CRF crumbles to the ground. Your choice.
WAIT!
But it’s too late. I’m already gone. I wish that Magician would take my advice. I also wish that he would have stuck around for more conversation. Perhaps I could have further enlightened him. I am, however, on a limited timetable. I need to find my next target…
Just as I thought. Unlike Nail, he did not take to my arrival with so much pleasure. He takes a swing, and I duck it effortlessly. It seems as though Magic’s age is beginning to show. I grab his arm, and drag him to the ground. Holding him in a headlock, I begin to reason with him in my own way.
Magician, I presume?
Magic: Who are you, you creeper!?!
He’s clawing at my mask. It’s annoying. I wrap my legs around, and pin his arms to the ground with them. I speak once more.
Who I am is not important. What’s important is what I need to say.
Why should I listen to you if you’re not even man enough to show your face?
You make a valid point, but I cannot compromise my anonymity for any reason at all. It steals away my advantage. Now listen while I talk; you need not say anything.
I assumed I’ve heard the message that I gave your partner, Nail. If not, let it be known, the way of Fighter-X is stale. It’s borderline communistic, with everyone gaining something in the company. There was nothing left to fight for but hatred and greed. It’s why I left. I hoped in my absence that this company would see sense, and in a way it did. By ridding CRF of the useless auxiliary championships, being a champion here now means much more. And that is most certainly a good thing.
However, Draven’s rule is not without error. He rules with an agenda, giving opportunities to people based on his own personal feelings, as opposed to who’s earned it. I understand that you’re in the running for this new Ultimate Championship. Swell, best of luck to you. However, have you noticed how decidedly it leans towards Draven and his lackeys? You can’t tell me you haven’t. So, I beg, I implore you, change your ways. Fight for pride, not for Fighter-X. His ways have become useless, and will eventually kill CRF. You, however, have the opportunity to change this. Keep order in CRF, and by all means, don’t divide the federation into two distinct groups. There will always be a middle ground, and you can maintain it.
I release Magician from the submission hold. I stand, and he follows suit. We make eye contact for the first time. It’s hard to read Magician, it always has been. But if I had to guess, I’d think he doubts me. Magician has never been one to be convinced with words… or anything at all.
Or, you can stay the path, and watch as CRF crumbles to the ground. Your choice.
WAIT!
But it’s too late. I’m already gone. I wish that Magician would take my advice. I also wish that he would have stuck around for more conversation. Perhaps I could have further enlightened him. I am, however, on a limited timetable. I need to find my next target…