As Jimmy, Lacey and I wheeled the beaten and broken Mark Briscoe onto the entrance ramp last Saturday in Edison, the beauty of the moment overcame me. Through the spotlight all I could see were bewildered faces and desperate eyes searching for meaning in the silent hysteria that our actions had caused. I could feel the tension as it cascaded over my skin in harmonious waves. Immediately, I knew all the questions you were asking yourselves inside. And I know the answers you’re seeking won’t be what most of you want to hear, but the truth remains that Ring of Honor has asked us to prove ourselves before we can take a stab at power. We’ve taken that advice to heart.
The first casualties have been tallied. We aren’t out to devour innocent souls, but if this is how it has to be, then we’ll work the system before the system can get its hands on us. Necro just got out of the hospital where he was recovering from surgery. His elbow in bandages, his eyes slightly glazed, but his heart is beating stronger than ever. Jimmy, Lacey, or I would all have fought Jay Briscoe to the same end had the chance been ours. We are many things, but none of those things are what they make us.
We are here to spread a message pertaining to the perception that is life. Personal gain is not on the agenda. We’re here to show you that you don’t have to be dictated to. Not by them, not by us, and not by God. We aren’t the ones making rules, but sometimes reality is compromise. And not compromise like the traditional give and take, but rather take and take until there is nothing left, and hearts have to reprogram. We compromise the approach and they compromise their ideals. Once the transition is complete the Fall can really begin, and the bottom will become visible to the naked eye.
One step at a time…
Soon the walls will start to shake…
In hope and in time…
Value is what you’ve made…
8 comments:
Age of the Fall, huh? Should rename yourselves 'Age of the Pussy-ass-bitches with shriveled up excuses for testicles' - I can't wait to see the four of you malcontents in a ring with nowhere to run - it's not going to be pretty, pretty boy, those nice features are going to get all cut up. The fact of the matter is that none of you, not even Necro Butcher, have the cojones to take on Mark or Jay Briscoe one-on-one - why? Because you'll get your fucking heads kicked in, and you know it - so you hide behind your little gay outcast group schtick, and jump people, and play the numbers game - because you are weak, not one of you has what is needed to make it in ROH by yourselves, you have to band together and force your way in - because you're simply NOT GOOD ENOUGH to do it alone. And THATS the cold, hard truth.
Aww, notorious. You try too hard.
no-no-notorious...
you sound very insecure my friend.
you sound like you have have something to prove. just give in. let go of the wheel. let go of your personal gods, your preconceptions and prejudices...let go of it all. it's inevitable. the fall is here and soon enough there will be nothing left.
lol at the shallow pseudo-philosophical spiel by these clowns.
ps.
rockin tights with a portrait of paul stanley on the crotch isnt a good look fam.
If there is no moral fence of which we can judge our actions, and all are to make their own code of ethics and right and wrong- chaos would ensue. It sounds so enticing to the young and distraught, to be free in such a way. But the truth is, the world needs a higher power. Whether it's a book of God's word, a cop car's flashing lights or even a parents midnight curfew, it keeps a balance of equivalent exchange. You can ignore it all of course, but the fence exists, and you are on the other side whether you can see it or not.
right is right and wrong is wrong
Embrace that and life righteously, and walk the road to salvation.
Hedonistic fools...
And seriously, Notorious, what are you notorious for? Turn six please.
Interest in this angle is fading away. BORING.
Hey whats up everyone well I like Lacey I think she is a awesome wrestler.
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