2014.06.28: PWN - LEGACY - The Eye of the Pyramid Never Blinks
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▲ Do you know what's the most effective way to survive the bite of a cobra, black widow or sting of a wasp? Immediate exposure to antivenom, and that's what I am. I was sent to Legacy Wrestling with one very specific goal in mind, to stop Talen Decaine from poisoning anything else. He, Drew Stevenson and whoever his next client is... they need to be shown that their methods aren't acceptable, that their venom is curable. I was sent to Legacy to make sure that before their venom is able to course through the veins of this promotion, before it spreads through the body to its vital organs... I need to interject myself and stop them from succeeding. There's no knock on the current guys here, but they're busy... they've got their own agendas. ▼
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▼ At Legacy's Independence Day on July 5th, I plan on showing up and I plan on showing Decaine that there's no room for his methods of madness. Maybe in New York his approach to the SPORT of professional wrestling is acceptable, but on the West Coast? We do things differently here. My Overseer made it perfectly clear that the margin of error is slim... so slim that I have no choice but to make every hit count, every word sting and every bone break. Drew Stevenson may be pre-occupied with Duke Andrews at the show... but I anticipate Decaine's new client, man or woman, to meet me face to face as I move on to show them, regardless of Bauer's ban on intergender conflict that they too, will not be able to infect this company. ▲
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▲ I've been studying the man they call The Mad Genius for years, I've been taught the in's and out's of how he operates so there will be no surprises at Independence Day. For the first time in a long while, Decaine will be the victim of shock and awe as he's shown what it means to be in this sport... on behalf of me acting as a conduit for my Overseer. You don't know me Decaine... Drew, but I most definitely know you. Enjoy your fun now, I want you to. Bask in the glory of taking out Alyssa Pryde, treat it as your personal gold medal because in eight days, you become the unfortunate victim of someone who wants nothing more but to see you... bleed. ▼
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▼ I'm coming... Unfortunately for you, you can't stop the inevitable. ▲
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╬ War.. war never changes. ╬
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╬ Since the very dawn of humanity, there have been tyrannical beings; megalomaniacs praying upon the innocence of the naive– and the indifference of all good men. ╬
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╬ The sins of said man- eat away at the very soul of society.. like a ravenous cancer. ╬
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╬ Some may dub it a burden; I see it only as a mark, a band.. a mission- a scar. ╬
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╬ Out from the heart of The Divide I arrive to a Legacy; having walked The Black Mile.. where Platinum met Emerald. Seeing the faces- recognizing the names.. knowing all too well that all hope is lost for the unable and the courteous. ╬
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╬ That faithful night; a call to arms I received.. no- a demand. The Divide pulsated with every beat left in it's shallow and broken heart.. I heard it; I came- couldn't resist. The word of The Overseer was the law; obeyed by few but known by any.. though long since forgotten by those whom truly need to embrace it the most. ╬
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╬ From pigskin country; he came.. caused a racquet- and Tradition met Innovation for the very first time; in the wake of The Overseer. Now a cancer has spread; a disease plaguing our beloved professional wrestling industry right down to it's very core. ╬
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╬ Men with cats eyes and all nine lives intact; are difficult to eradicate- fired physical storms.. verbal bullets.. yet here they still walk among us like wild wolves- for the time being. There's no need to destroy the monstrosity; just slit it's throat- let it bleed out from within. ╬
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╬ Your tyranny sleeps ahead of you; your worst nightmares drenched with quakes from your scared past as The Divide sky shall host a graveyard- when we arise to sing the sweet song of Mr. Sandman from beneath a bastardized business; sand.. ash.. and the dead; shall crack the landscape of your Legacy and tarnish your lawless terrain forevermore. ╬
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╬ Who are you; that you refuse to acknowledge the relevancy of your history? ╬
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╬ To The Divide they come- in The Divide they rest.. ╬
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╬ Burn away the corrupt; begin again. ╬
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