Promo: God Loves, Manson Kills

[Golgo 13 0]

In the center of a filthy, grimy ring dimly lit by the lights hanging above is a single chair, upon which Manson, in jeans and leather jacket sits, thinking, as we fade in.

 

"It doesn't take some kind of genius to figure why this scene is familiar," he says, leaning forward, resting upon his knees. "Since I know he's watching, I'm sure it hit Michael right away. It's gone through some changes, but it's the very same ring in which he ran down Toxxic before doing the unthinkable in taking his belt, but I'm not here for a retrospective. It's definitely not some sort of mindgame nor because I'm particularly superstitious. He wouldn't fall for any of it anyway, so it'd be foolish to try. No, it's nothing more than an appropriate place for just this occasion."

 

"But, the reason I've broken my silence, why I'm doing now what Landon, Suicide King, or Benjamin Hardy couldn't get me to do, is because the time is right. I owe everyone, including Michael Alexander, what I'm about to say."

 

"It'll be Manson versus Michael Alexander in a few days time. We've been set against one another by conspiring forces, our stars set to collide. We're on a path of destruction the likes of which will cause the ground to split and swallow every being whole, and, in fact, destroy what we know… the universe, everything we hold dear… and after the fear and uncertainty passes… we know nothing will ever be the same again."

 

"So, the question is … after all the good, why things have come down to this, Manson and Michael Alexander in a fight for the World Heavyweight Championship… and, in fact, for our life, our destiny," he sighs, before running a hand through his hair, before leaning forward once more.

 

"I have nothing against Michael Alexander. There's a reason why we became Slaughterhouse Five. There is no better combination, we're both superior beings. It was inevitible that we would find some common ground. But maybe it's because of that, being of a similar mind that we would fracture at some point. This was also inevitible, perhaps. But for all the talk of forces conspiring to drive a wedge between the uncrowned Tag Team Champions and the best team in the SWF, of all things working behind the scenes, whether it be the ownership, or something higher, like fate, destiny, or a god at work, it's all bogus," he says, rising from his seat.

 

"Let it be known, then, that while Michael Alexander, the rookie sensation was defeating Toxxic much like Toxxic had before, I was turning everything on my end, bringing us to this point now. While Alexander was setting a new standard, I rose up and reminded everyone of the kind of man I am, why I should be feared. Now that we're down this road, now that it's happening, there's no choice… but to see it through to the bitter end."

 

"Despite those like Johnny Dangerous, Landon Maddix and others set on my path, looking to deter me, they couldn't withstand my strength, nor the fate that brings us here now. If I may be called a bull, let them be the victims of a stampede, simply unfortunate enough to be standing in the way and ground into the dirt by a savage, rampaging beast looking for blood… and, though it may be a bitter pill to swallow, Michael Alexander, now I want what you have. Even if it means assuring our destruction, I'll stop at nothing to win the World Heavyweight Championship."

 

"I have professed to divinity in the past and we know God to be loving and benevolent. However, no benevolent being would ever fathom doing what I've done nor what I'm prepared to do, and that, friends, is to go through anyone and everyone in my way by any means necessary. If it means wielding that power and ensuring my legacy and dominion over the world, I would do it. Yes, I've said before that I'm willing to burn and maim in order to do so, to establish my place and enforce what I hold to be true… and what kind of loving God would do that?" he asks, sliding his hands down into his jean pockets.

 

"So, Michael Alexander. My comrade, my… friend, even it means the annihilation of what we've built in Slaughthouse Five, I ask you this. As one man to another, don't show me any mercy, don't hold back. Because I expect you to do so, I want you to come at me with everything you have, and I shall do the same. If you don't… then I promise that you, Michael Alexander, won't come out of this alive…" he says, as he turns his back to the camera, walking into the black, and we fade out.

[Mad Scientist 0]

Damn. That was good. This is going to be very, very interesting.

[Toxxic 0]

Manson is awesome, he just needs to be prodded into remembering it now and then. I honestly view him to be one of the best promo writers in the fed, in his character's own weird way.