Mad Scientist 0 Report post Posted February 13, 2008 The camera fades in on Michael Alexander, seated in a battered throne in a shadowed room. Behind him are works of depicting the titanic struggles of mythology and history, including Zeus hurling down lightning upon the Titans and the Odin battling the Fenris. As the Eidolon of Excellence leans forward, the little light in the room glints in the gold strapped around his waist...the SWF World Heavyweight Title. He rises from the throne as he speaks. "Well, Manson, we will meet in the ring in a little over 24 hours. When we joined forces less than a year ago as Slaughterhouse Five, the stars were aligned for our success. We destroyed the nascent sensation Winston Churchill and cast down everything in our path. Since the SWF came under the management of the Cockroach, we have worked toward our separate goals. Despite all the obstacles thrown in my path, I clawed my way to the title match at Clusterfuck, and I walked out of the ring that night as the SWF World Heavyweight Champion - my destiny." "During that same time, you have been a juggernaut in the heavyweight division, only just falling short of winning the Clusterfuck itself. Now, as much as I decry the machinations that may have pitted us against one another, I must admit that I knew, and you must have known, that it had to come down to this. Two of the greatest and most feared men the SWF has known, competing for the ultimate prize...this." Alexander pats the SWF World Title belt proprietarily. "If history teaches us anything, it is that great forces, even those allied together, must eventually come into conflict. Greatness does not abide rival claimants. You said that you want me to bring everything I've got to our match tomorrow. I assure you that I expect no less from you. This will be a clash for the ages. And like all great clashes, whether of Titans and Olympians, Norse Gods and Giantkin, it must and shall be about survival. Only one of us will walk out of Grand Rapids tomorrow night as champion. I have fought long and hard to get to this point. So have you. And this is our Clash of the Titans, the Twilight of we two Gods. Regardless of everything we have been through before, all that matters now is you and me and this title." "And tomorrow night, I will have to prove to you like I did to Toxxic, that you will have to get used to being second best." Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Toxxic 0 Report post Posted February 13, 2008 And a worthy response. I salute you, sir. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
