2014.06.20: PWN - LEGACY - Prelude to Punishment
"Follow me, if you will, and enjoy this rather, informative poem I have taken quite the liking to as of late."
The scene slowly starts to open... The Irishman known as Nathanael Black who had burst into the wrestling scene not too long ago was sitting in a magnificent red velvet chair, leaned a little to the side for comfort and had a style that would make even the guys at Armani jealous, black blazer on a black shirt in black slacks, with black sock and black shoes. A color scheme that only the late Johnny Cash could love. It went with the territory, though. Carrying around the name 'Black' you could very well expect him to just wear something white, correct? On the bridge of his nose were some unnecessary reading glasses, he could see fine but it added to the fiction of things. He sneered as he went on.
"The men of the East are decked in steel,
They march with a trumpet's din,
They glitter with silks and golden scales,
And high kings boast their kin --
We of the West wear the hides of wolves,
But our hearts are steel within.
They of the East ride gallant steeds,
Their spears are long and brown;
Their shields are set with sparkling stones
And each knight wears a crown --
We fight on foot as our forebears fought,
And we drag the rider down.
We race the steed of the Saxon knight
Across the naked fen --
They of the East are full of pride,
Cubs of the Lion's den.
They boast they breed a race of kings --
But we of the West breed Men."
He sneers, "I rather enjoyed the last like there... '...we of the west breed men.' Heh, classic. Yanks are always so arrogant in the fact that they believe they are so powerful, well ya failed several times recently and in the past. You, of the west... breed cattle for slaughter. Yer men aren't even men anymore, their boys. Ya send the young lads to fight for ya and then mourn and ask why when they are killed in action. Fact of the matter is, they were never ready. The men that should lead the charge are sitting at home, a burger in one hand and some poof juice that only a bloody minge would want to drink."
His face goes completely to a disgusted look, and those who don't quite understand just what his slang meant, poof juice happens to be a weak brew of beer, ones Americans tend to drink, Budweiser and whatnot. Non-black beers, no pun intended. He closes the book he was reading the poem from.
"This was written by some fat and arrogant yank.. and therefore voids the credibility of it."
He scoffs tossing the book into the fire.
"But no matter how bad they are, they could never compare to a Mexican. It took you lads so long to get over being everyone else's laughing stock that ya finally rose up too late, it was nearly the nineteenth century before you blokes knew what freedom was... and here I am, stuck facing a lad who is not just a yank, but he's a bloody Mexican too? With a name like C4? A ya serious? Could this be a joke? Are you assuming that I am to waste my time, take a moment from my intense schedule just to break my back, and give other more important opponents an edge in other matches I have in store just to prepare myself to face a dirty Mexican?"
He sighs heavily, almost over-animatedly.
"Feckin' brilliant. Consider it a charity event. I expect full pay, expenses for lounging and a nice dinner each night if I'm to come there to tha coast and have to fight C4, rumble and tumble then leave smelling like an auto parts store. It's sickening, it's degrading but I damn well won't not show up. Here's hoping that that guy doesn't bother at all. Because if he does show up, and I do have to put in some kind of a blasted effort to win, like getting out of this chair, then I will be extremely pissed off. Let's just wait around and see what tha bloomin' wetback has to conjure against me. Oh.... oh... if he shows up, expect more Mexican blood to spill than you'd ever care to see. Let's just hope tha damn things don't smell as bad on the inside as they do on the out..."
With that being said, this concludes our first glimpse of the man that is... Nathanael Black, this won't be the last time we see him. Though this was quickly said and done, take from it what you can, and don't worry yourself about what efforts he'll exude come match time. This gentleman is a brute in every sense of the word. His actions are what you need to look for, not this... Not a war of words.
