View source for 2014.07.03: PWN - LEGACY - You're selfish

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♪ And so he spoke, and so he spoke,<br>
that Lord of Castamere,<br>
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,<br>
with no one there to hear.<br>
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,<br>
and not a soul to hear. ♪<br>
</span><hr><span style="color:rgb(148, 0, 0);font-size:x-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><Noah, in the near future.></div><b style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align:center;"><b><br>
>> VIDEO START &nbsp;</b></div></b><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><font color="#5e0000"><The static of the video soon dissipated as Cameron appeared on the screen. He was seated in a regal, maroon chair. In his hand, he held a glass of some sort of wine. On his right hand side, the Lady of Babylon sat idle. She only moved to adjust the mask that hid her face. She leaned over to Cameron, speaking something into his ear. He looked over at her and grinned, waving her off. She remained at her post, seemingly staring off into nothingness.> &nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><font color="#5e0000"><br>
</font></div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><font color="#5e0000"><Cameron took another sip of the wine, swirled around the crimson liquid inside of its glass, and then placed it methodically onto a small table nearby. He took a moment, collecting his thoughts. Expressions of bafflement came onto his face; he swiped away a strand of the red fringe in his hair. He smirked, and then began.></font>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><b style="font-weight:bold;"><font color="#ff0000">Cameron:</font></b> “You’re going to make me tap? Adelaide, do not delude yourself. Last week, something unorthodox occurred. I won, but you won as well? The referee had to be intoxicated or just overwhelmed by all of the action that was happening that night. I won, before you ‘won’. Now we’re here. You’re hanging onto my leg, holding me back like a little lost child. Last week, I did exactly what I said I was going to do to Masen Dysen. I took him out.“</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><The Lady came back with a yellow folder, office official, and handed it to Cameron. He thanked her silently, then opened it up. He took a solitary piece of paper.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><b style="font-weight:bold;"><font color="#ff0000">Cameron:</font></b> “Masen Dysen has suffered a concussion after the assault by Cameron Kaiser and WASTE.”<b>&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><Cameron balled up the paper and put it in the delicate hands of the Lady. She walked off to discard it.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><font style="font-size:x-small;" color="#ff0000"><div style="text-align:center;"><font color="#ff0000"><b>Cameron:</b></font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0);"> “You earnestly believe that challenging me for Masen’s honor will make you a hero? No, you can’t be like my brother. Let me clarify something. As much as you might respect him, you don’t know him. Don’t bring him up like you’re his brother, because you’re not. I’m his brother. I know him better than you or any of your cohorts could ever know him. He is just as vile as me, but he keeps playing this charade that he’s good. So don’t bring him up to try to make me see the light or whatever kind of shit you’re on.”&nbsp;</span></div></font><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><b style="font-weight:bold;"><font color="#ff0000">Cameron:</font></b> “There is a saying that goes for heroes, Adelaide. It is by F. Scott Fitzgerald. <i>‘Give me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy’.</i> This applies to you, Adelaide. You’re worried about WASTE interfering, but you’re forgetting that you’re on the other side of the ring with me. The problem in that four way match was that I couldn’t focus you out. I could make you scream. It would be selfish to just have you scream in agony while the other two people just watched on in horror. But in a one on one, I can bring my focus completely and utterly on you. You just dug your grave. Now you have to rest in it.”&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;">
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><The Lady came back with another folder, it was black. Cameron took it and began to take out pictures.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><font style="font-size:x-small;" color="#ff0000"><div style="text-align:center;"><font color="#ff0000"><b>Cameron: </b></font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0);">“Do you wish to end up like Masen?”&nbsp;</span></div></font><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><He showed a picture from the recent show, where Cameron’s boot met the back of Masen’s head.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><b style="font-weight:bold;"><font color="#ff0000">Cameron:</font></b> “Do you want to end what seems to be a promising career, Adelaide?”&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><He showed another picture of the vicious chairshot.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-weight:bold;font-size:x-small;"><font color="#ff0000">Cameron:</font></b> <font size="1">“You might believe that I am all talk, but you have deluded yourself, boy. I am not going to break you because I’m bigger than you. I want to break you into pieces, because I have been given the right to by God himself. Didn’t I tell that I am essentially</font><b><font size="3"> Jesus FUCKING Christ!</font></b><font size="1"> I brought divine judgment down on Masen Dysen last week, with a sick, twisted smile on my face!”&nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><He finally showed the picture of Masen being taken out by EMTs. Yet there remained one last picture.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><font style="font-size:x-small;" color="#ff0000"><div style="text-align:center;"><font color="#ff0000"><b>Cameron:</b></font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0);"> “Adelaide, WASTE is better than you. We have been chosen by God to construct our own destiny. Bring your army. You want to start some war with us? You want to start it with WASTE? Bobby Langford, Frank Washington, and anyone else who wants to step up can be rightfully dealt with.”&nbsp;</span></div></font><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><Cameron turned the last picture around; he sat down within Masen Dysen’s hospital room, hands balled together as he watched Masen breathe so softly.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
</div><div style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-weight:bold;font-size:x-small;"><font color="#ff0000">Cameron:</font></b><font size="1"> “</font><font size="4"><i>And it will all be your fault.</i></font><font size="1"> You would have not only ruined yourself, but you would have ended the careers of two other people who just wanted to help you. How pitiful would that be? I said it last week, I wondered why people liked you. You’re selfish, you’re egotistical, and you’re reckless. And I, no, </font><i style="font-size:x-small;">WE</i><font size="1">, will make you pay for it. So I need to sit there wherever you are and think about what you’ve put yourself into. Because boy, you fuckin’ with Death, and he takes no prisoners.”&nbsp;</font></div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;">
</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><Cameron then burst into a hearty, mocking laughter. The Lady of Babylon walked back into the room, stepping towards the camera. Her masked face looked into the camera, then the footage stopped short.>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align:center;font-size:x-small;"><br>
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