"Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. There went up a smoke out of his nostrils and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it. He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies." (Psalms 18:7-11)
(Senester): It figures Mr. Phoenix that you and your NWO brethren are sitting around posturing your severely biased opinions of your upcoming confrontations. Who is going to win, who is going to lose, who has or should have what belt…you waste nothing but time with your meaningless ideologies. Your world is crumbling around you and you’re too ignorant to realize it. Everything you’ve attempted to accomplish will be for naught. Look around you Mr. Phoenix…the bright light that shined on you since your RWF conversion has faded.
In your wake is nothing but disappointment, nothing but heartache and nothing but misery. You drove Ms. Divine into the arms of your best friend and now she’s dead. Do you go to bed at night in shame knowing her demise was your fault? Had you not driven her from your side she would have never been in the situation that she found herself in. Had you not driven Anton and Davis from your side you’d all still be one big happy family in your little New York hovel. You’d still be sniffing Ally’s panties and sneaking into her bathroom to watch the outline of her body as she showers. You, Mr. Wilkinson, Mr. McNeil, and your motley crew of supporting cast members in the ridiculous drama series you call a life would all be status quo. The bum you befriended on the streets might still consider you a friend instead just another person on the streets that shuns his vagabond kind as the plagues of society they are. Merlyn may have made a few million bucks in the coffee industry but you and I both know he’d give it all up for what he perceives as a “real friend.” I dare say he assumed you one, and look where it got him…betrayal.
You dusted off Buff Bridges for what purpose…to take the fight to the “bad man”…to me…to God? He’s been more like the hood ornament on a luxury car on your little faction. A mere symbol to give it some measure of credibility, along with the name you adopted from others who made it famous. You come in and think you can be, do and have the same simply by the associations. You , Mr. Wilkinson and Mr. McNeil all pretend to be on the same page, to have common enemies, and common goals when nothing could be further from the truth. You’re each out for yourselves. Either one of you would jump at the chance for McNeil’s championship. You may be content with the All Star Championship or vying for the Tag Team Championship, but in truth …you want them just so you can say you had them…nothing more. Everything you touch Mr. Phoenix turns to “shit” as the saying goes. Don’t get me wrong …I find these destructive qualities of your admirable. It is unfortunate that you are a mere novice and have not mastered any them. Your mind is a bent on your own fantasies and like Mr. Wilkinson…they will be your undoing.
At Blood, Sweat & Tears Mr. Phoenix I have designed this event to my personal desire…my will. Whether it is you or Herr Heinrich wheeled away in that ambulance is irrelevant to me. The fact that you must break each other down in order to do it is. I tested him in our tag match at Havoc. I wanted to see if he really had what it takes to take it to the bigger names and I found that he has just as much to prove to himself, as you do to yourself which makes this match a perfect pairing. McNeil is focused on defending against Hans and while Hans claims no desire for the championship he will fight for it nonetheless. Sub-par performances are not in his nature, and I knew this situation provides the perfect distraction for McNeil. Then…with two of you out of the way and no one else daring to interrupt my business there will be only Mr. Wilkinson and I. He will be the first real example that I make out of your pathetic NWO.
Every faction in history who has come to my gates have perished and you shall be no different. I will put an end the NWO, and after I am done with Mr. Wilkinson, then I will deal with you. I will take that smug look you’ve adopted since Bridges helped you steal the All Star Championship and I will give you a new look. One of humility. You’ll be like a scolded dog on the front porch during a hot summer day Mr. Phoenix, and there will be no relief for your woes. I will deal with McNeil lastly. He knows this day is coming…I have told him so. He knows we have not finished our business in the ring and the he has yet to answer for his transgressions. When he stole the Sun Stone from me he set in motion events that he had no idea would occur. Now he’s cutting glares at you and Wilkinson, feeling the wolves of his own pack claw at his door, and keep the secret of this stalker watching his wife. Those things are the very least of his future worries. Nothing will prepare him for my wrath, and if I so desire it, I will take the HWA Championship from him and he’ll never see it again….none of you will. I don’t need it, I don’t even want it…but I’ll do it as a reminder, a constant glimmer of gold in the corner of your eye when you look at me and see what is out of your reach….triumph over me.
Each of you sicken me with your mortal coils. Your love of human fantasy life. Your refusal to face what is real and fight against it. You live in an endless circle, spinning your wheels to arrive at the same conclusions and back at the start where you began, no better than you were and often much worse. I say again… look around you Mr. Phoenix, and look in the mirror behind the mask of flesh and bone. Have your brethren do the same. I want you to understand whose affairs you are interfering with. With whom you have set your sights upon. With who’s name you speak in vain and blasphemy. You should each know these things before you step into the fire. Although you shall be burned to ash regardless…isn’t it better for others to look upon you as brave or heroic…knowing the certain defeat before you, than to look at you as fools rushing full ahead into something you couldn’t have prepared for anyway, but at least could have done so with dignity rather than ignorance? Mr. Wilkinson you have drawn number one, Mr. Phoenix and Mr. McNeil stand in line behind you, and if they know what is in their best interest…they will wait their turn. Feeble displays of unity will bring you nothing but a hastened response. Gentlemen…I will enjoy your Blood, Sweat and Tears. I've promised you all to redefine hatred and at the ppv...I shall do just that.
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