Post by OZYMANDIAS on Nov 24, 2021 21:54:53 GMT -5
THE CAVE
"Foolish meanderings of a lost soul, starved of success. Hungry eyes gaze at the gold, longing for a taste. Weak-minded, broken bodies, ill-fortuned fools."
We cut to the inside of a large cavern, a sheer stone wall before us. Enormous in size, we quickly zoom into a long figure, sitting on a throne carved from the very rock face itself.
The Grand Champion. The greatest Champion in Project Honor history.
Ozymandias.
"Like a wolf amongst a flock, the sheep all run in fear, following their leader to certain doom. The weak follower their strong, who in turn becomes the next sacrifice. Endless cycles of strength and bravado, all crumbling beneath my feet. Now they throw the entire flock at me at once, hoping this wolf gets overwhelmed, consumed by the numbers."
He laughs, sitting back in his chair as he does so.
"I say, send them all. Let the shepherd run his flocks towards me, so that I can lay with jaws wide open. Let the shepherd send forth his biggest, his strongest, those whom he thinks might topple the wolfs power."
He motions with his hand, like a circle or a clock rotating.
"It is an endless cycle. The Grand Champion awaits a fight, the Grand Champion listens to the calls of the weak, the threats and promises of their success. And like the endless cycle, the Grand Champion stands above all, the prime. The alpha. The omega."
Ozymandias stands up, and we see the golden title belt around his waist almost dwarfed by his own torso.
"Black Friday... what an odd name for such a fruitless event. It should be named after a circus. Clowns surround me, jesters entertain me with their words, trained animals perform their actions to scare or intimidate me. It is all pointless. Send your best at me, watch as they fall before me."
He tilts his head, audibly cracking his neck.
"Send in your dominant champions. Send in your best. Watch as they fall before me. Havoc, a fool whom I've broken and taken everything from. Slade Castle, a promising pup still finding his bark. Myojin, a painted fool that is yet to meet his maker. Julius and Petey, combined they pose no danger. The myriad of failures awaiting their demise is staggering."
He unclips the Grand Title, and lifts if high for the screen to capture, before dropping it to the ground with a thud. He slowly removes his overcoat, and the apparent utility vest beneath. All that remains is the Butcher, topless and ready.
"You do not deserve to enter my ring, and challenge the champion. You do not deserve to cross my path, and live to tell the tale. Your best, has fallen beneath my boot, time after time."
He steps forward, actually leaning down to face the camera.
"You will not face the Grand Champion this Friday. You will not get your sought after seat at the main event. You will not cherish your hopes and dreams of leaving with my Grand Championship. You will only get this... a Butcher, unhinged. I will not come to fight on Friday, I will not come to win on Friday... this war before us, is where I finally get to have my fun."
He laughs, a weird sick laugh that is fully distorted by his mask.
"You are not entering your ring... you are entering my mine. Welcome to my playground, any and all that fall shall find a new place, under my boot... as I press the life from you. Friday marks the continuation of my dominance... and the era of a new Legacy. Bring your strengths, bring your numbers... I will break them all. And for one unfortunate soul... you made a grave error in replacing the Raven."
He steps back, raises his arms out wide, and laughs louder.
"I will break you, all of you. And whatever is left, I shall send to R'lyeh to let the Great Dreamer feast upon!"
He laughs again, super weird and super distorted before the camera itself shakes, and the feed cuts out.
