Like any medium, professional wrestling is a form of expression. Directly and indirectly, everything you see in art affects the way you think, the way you act, and the way you feel. Pro wrestling is no exception.
There are more of us out there than any of you can even begin to comprehend. You can use population figures and psychoanalysis statistics to try and calculate a bullshit number accounting for how many people in the world are dissatisfied with their lives, but the fact remains, none of you have ever seen an army of dissidents quite like this.
Somewhere in each of us there exists a desire for truth. And during the normal course of life things get in the way. Ideals become warped and ethics lose their standing. Murder and rape and poverty are all deeply regrettable acts, but the real tragedy of life is the loss of hope that enables those crimes. Throw in dishonesty, prejudice, cowardice, and disenchantment and you have yourself a recipe for a self-righteous society—a social order begging for direction…
This revolution is not for the faint of heart. We never promised you peace, we promised you answers. And like any good parent, we must withhold some things until you’re able to understand them. This is a re-maturation for those who have lost their way, got caught up, or for those who simply gave up and followed the beaten path. And if you’re in, welcome, but if you’re out then get in or be trampled. There is no easier way to tell you than either you are with us or you are against us. One way or another though, this Age will claim every single man, woman, and child living in this country. Ring of Honor? Ha; a microcosm of the bigger picture, and merely our platform for educating large quantities of people at a time—a large number of people who we think might feel the same as we do about life, about love, and about falling apart.
The Age of the Fall is no longer a choice. It’s here. It’s now. It’s me. And it’s you.