Prometheus
02-23-2010, 04:26 AM
The scene begins this time on a blank screen. The words that are to follow have a strong echo behind them, as if it is the vast annals of history speaking to you. The voice, however, is recogniseable tdue to the formal, yet German, accent that flies through them. Inflicting on the vowels.
Truer words have never been spoken nor read. Greater promises have never been so fulfilled as the ones you have seen for the past week. You all saw the rise of Europe again. Europe now once again controls Europe. American influence exists no more. The nostalgia is going to come thick and fast as EWE can truly begin to regenerate itself. The cuts we caused to ourselves when we took the few blinking steps into the sun as we became borne into this world. The scraped knees, the failed experiments to see how edgy we could be. The embarrassment of seeing that the standard used by everyone else was simply too feeble for us. Learning how to craft a new role for ourselves as Europe’s greatest Federation. And we have done it! We have everything we need to start anew. With one kick last week, with one almighty upheaval by one man, EWE is secured in a new future. And by one of their own no less. A champion of Europe, one of their own and the truest sense of the word, Royalty.
James.
Moriarty.
Cassius.
At this point the scene finally opens up. “Don’t forget the Rules” by Charlie Clouser is in full swing, the violins and the sound of drums are at full volume. James Moriarty Cassius stands in front of the screen, in the middle of a fully lit ring. He paces around before unbuckling his jacket to reveal his EWE Title. It glistens brightly in the sun of the lights above him. In his hand is a microphone that he holds loosely. The music now has slowed considerably as he begins to speak.
This victory is not only about me, this week as we begin to understand our new role in time, space and history. It should not be my time, it should be yours. Europe’s. This title belt was won by myself and, yes, I am your champion for the benefit of none other than you. No longer do we have the American by-product of their alleged empire shoved down our throats. No longer do we have sentiment of the know-it-all race being shoved down our throats with such a pious tinge to it, dunked in deep-fried chicken and served to us on a cowboy hat. No. No longer. And never again.
I would so desperately love to call this the start of the golden era of EWE, I would so. But I fool you not that it is not yet upon us. The Golden era has to be earned by the likes of us, that we must continue to fight and fight again. And I will do it. I will make sure that the following months will have our American friends capitulate away from their egotistic culture and be forced to either lay mute about it. They have Cassius’s law to contend with. Three golden rules they will need to obey. If their secular paranoia’s will allow them to set rules for those who enter their “land of the free” as an outsider. We will give them a taste of their own extremity.
The Sound of Drums and Violins have now picked up, beating at an almost epic heartrate as he continues his speech, moving closer to the side fo the ring where the camera lies, yet he still addresses the area outside the ring.
This week, I assert the first of the golden rules. To assert dominance on the lowly masses. To ensure that the status quo remains the status quo. But why? Does it not sound rather disheartening? Perhaps, but there are ways to clear your conscience of such negativity. First, if we are to enter a golden era, everyone simply must know their place. The worst time to be alive in Europe is during The French, Russian or Spanish Revolutions. Turmoil does not create prosperity. And the first purveyor of this rule will be none other than the man who allowed himself to be usurped by myself as contender and then as champion. T-Dog.
Do not feel pity for T-Dog, it is by his own choice was he not in my position. It was because he could not grasp situations offered to him that he is not your EWE Champion. And you should be grateful so. All we would have would be another man who can only exist in the world of begrudgingly hating people, his best friend for instance. He would be nothing more than a burning fuse, bright but oh so shortlived. Easily snuffable due to its one-track mind and its desire to burn itself out. He made his choice to be lower than the world title, I am simply going to ensure that he realises it.
This is only the beginning of the era of Cassius. This is not yet the start of the golden age of EWE. It is yet to come. But you, you all stand at the beginning of history, the remarkable day that will be referred to again and again throughout our federation’s continual existence. And James Moriarty Cassius will lead. James Moriarty Cassius has earned the spot as the head of your group, he will defend willingly, he will nto skip shows for the sake of ease or saving face. You will know he is champion, he will be in your every thought in EWE, he will be the man you all aspire to be. He will lead us as Europeans into a grand future as we move beyond ourselves and focus our efforts on the world. He will be your champion and you will all know that…
Thy Champ Ist Here.
*Scene ends*
Truer words have never been spoken nor read. Greater promises have never been so fulfilled as the ones you have seen for the past week. You all saw the rise of Europe again. Europe now once again controls Europe. American influence exists no more. The nostalgia is going to come thick and fast as EWE can truly begin to regenerate itself. The cuts we caused to ourselves when we took the few blinking steps into the sun as we became borne into this world. The scraped knees, the failed experiments to see how edgy we could be. The embarrassment of seeing that the standard used by everyone else was simply too feeble for us. Learning how to craft a new role for ourselves as Europe’s greatest Federation. And we have done it! We have everything we need to start anew. With one kick last week, with one almighty upheaval by one man, EWE is secured in a new future. And by one of their own no less. A champion of Europe, one of their own and the truest sense of the word, Royalty.
James.
Moriarty.
Cassius.
At this point the scene finally opens up. “Don’t forget the Rules” by Charlie Clouser is in full swing, the violins and the sound of drums are at full volume. James Moriarty Cassius stands in front of the screen, in the middle of a fully lit ring. He paces around before unbuckling his jacket to reveal his EWE Title. It glistens brightly in the sun of the lights above him. In his hand is a microphone that he holds loosely. The music now has slowed considerably as he begins to speak.
This victory is not only about me, this week as we begin to understand our new role in time, space and history. It should not be my time, it should be yours. Europe’s. This title belt was won by myself and, yes, I am your champion for the benefit of none other than you. No longer do we have the American by-product of their alleged empire shoved down our throats. No longer do we have sentiment of the know-it-all race being shoved down our throats with such a pious tinge to it, dunked in deep-fried chicken and served to us on a cowboy hat. No. No longer. And never again.
I would so desperately love to call this the start of the golden era of EWE, I would so. But I fool you not that it is not yet upon us. The Golden era has to be earned by the likes of us, that we must continue to fight and fight again. And I will do it. I will make sure that the following months will have our American friends capitulate away from their egotistic culture and be forced to either lay mute about it. They have Cassius’s law to contend with. Three golden rules they will need to obey. If their secular paranoia’s will allow them to set rules for those who enter their “land of the free” as an outsider. We will give them a taste of their own extremity.
The Sound of Drums and Violins have now picked up, beating at an almost epic heartrate as he continues his speech, moving closer to the side fo the ring where the camera lies, yet he still addresses the area outside the ring.
This week, I assert the first of the golden rules. To assert dominance on the lowly masses. To ensure that the status quo remains the status quo. But why? Does it not sound rather disheartening? Perhaps, but there are ways to clear your conscience of such negativity. First, if we are to enter a golden era, everyone simply must know their place. The worst time to be alive in Europe is during The French, Russian or Spanish Revolutions. Turmoil does not create prosperity. And the first purveyor of this rule will be none other than the man who allowed himself to be usurped by myself as contender and then as champion. T-Dog.
Do not feel pity for T-Dog, it is by his own choice was he not in my position. It was because he could not grasp situations offered to him that he is not your EWE Champion. And you should be grateful so. All we would have would be another man who can only exist in the world of begrudgingly hating people, his best friend for instance. He would be nothing more than a burning fuse, bright but oh so shortlived. Easily snuffable due to its one-track mind and its desire to burn itself out. He made his choice to be lower than the world title, I am simply going to ensure that he realises it.
This is only the beginning of the era of Cassius. This is not yet the start of the golden age of EWE. It is yet to come. But you, you all stand at the beginning of history, the remarkable day that will be referred to again and again throughout our federation’s continual existence. And James Moriarty Cassius will lead. James Moriarty Cassius has earned the spot as the head of your group, he will defend willingly, he will nto skip shows for the sake of ease or saving face. You will know he is champion, he will be in your every thought in EWE, he will be the man you all aspire to be. He will lead us as Europeans into a grand future as we move beyond ourselves and focus our efforts on the world. He will be your champion and you will all know that…
Thy Champ Ist Here.
*Scene ends*