Prometheus
06-09-2006, 01:44 PM
Hello, Dear Audience
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My New Audience, my new production in a new location, some might say.
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But let me assure thee, The story shall remain the same. Just as it was in previous incarnations in other locales. Like classical stories that never seem to age, written by great dramatic minds.
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But there are those amongst the masses who might not know my story. The poor souls, so they must be educated in the truths. The story of James Moriarty Cassius, The Prince of Cats. The manager. Is he still one of them? Perhaps he is, or perhaps he is now striking it out on his own. Is one of wrestling’s greatest minds a will unto his own for once?
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I shall not spoil the ending so easily for thee. I tell you the beginning and you all shalt witness the rest of the story. The Beginning is this, the prologue could be considered a warning of sorts. There are some of thee in the locker room whom hath come against me in some ways or another. American Icons, God like Men. They attest to what I am, intelligent and cunning. Am I not? There are also some who claim i teeter on the edge of a line. A line dividing the men we all hold to be Genius and those who we calim to be Madmen. I am convinced i stand on the correct side of the line. But how blurred the edge is, depends on thy perception.
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JMC, as some rather affectionately hath named me, Is here in the WPW for glory. To etch my name into something. To have men speak to one another of my deeds. That is all I will be here for. To achieve my own immortality. I hold no care as to how it gets completed and nor shalt I care whom is in the way.
I pray that the show is enjoyed…
*Click*
…
My New Audience, my new production in a new location, some might say.
…
But let me assure thee, The story shall remain the same. Just as it was in previous incarnations in other locales. Like classical stories that never seem to age, written by great dramatic minds.
…
But there are those amongst the masses who might not know my story. The poor souls, so they must be educated in the truths. The story of James Moriarty Cassius, The Prince of Cats. The manager. Is he still one of them? Perhaps he is, or perhaps he is now striking it out on his own. Is one of wrestling’s greatest minds a will unto his own for once?
…
I shall not spoil the ending so easily for thee. I tell you the beginning and you all shalt witness the rest of the story. The Beginning is this, the prologue could be considered a warning of sorts. There are some of thee in the locker room whom hath come against me in some ways or another. American Icons, God like Men. They attest to what I am, intelligent and cunning. Am I not? There are also some who claim i teeter on the edge of a line. A line dividing the men we all hold to be Genius and those who we calim to be Madmen. I am convinced i stand on the correct side of the line. But how blurred the edge is, depends on thy perception.
...
JMC, as some rather affectionately hath named me, Is here in the WPW for glory. To etch my name into something. To have men speak to one another of my deeds. That is all I will be here for. To achieve my own immortality. I hold no care as to how it gets completed and nor shalt I care whom is in the way.
I pray that the show is enjoyed…
*Click*