Post by vanertious on Jan 12, 2017 19:16:26 GMT -5
A camera looks down from the sky showing the busy streets of the city below then pans up to a building lined with gargoyles, the camera looks left and right before Dark Angel finally emerges from behind one of the statues wearing his trademark trenchcoat and black jeans. He crouches down next to one of the gargoyles glancing at the clamour below.
"Look at them, scurrying around like ants trying to make sense of their everyday lives. Always on their phones, in their cars and going to their jobs. Like cattle they herd themselves around the same routine everyday wearing what THEY tell them to, eating what THEY tell them to, buying the cars THEY tell them to and even doing their hair the way THEY tell them to. These people make me sick, as a society THEY have reduced these people to sheep, robots that play with other robots while they go to their robot jobs and their robot families while they live their robot lives. Long gone are the days of free thought and being spontaneous, people doing what they want when they want to do it. Instead bosses run their lives, computers run their lives, schedules run their lives and even pro wrestling has taken away free thought. Promoters tell people who to like, whose merchandise to buy, tell the viewers what a good wrestling match should look like and the sad thing is these sheep like superstars with no talent, cheer for lackluster matches and line the pockets of people that don't deserve it.
Well, I won't do it. I am my own person, I do what I want when I want and wrestle how I want to, I will not be another wrestler pumped out of a developmental factory doing the move set they tell me and read promos off a card, I will not kiss ass to get pushed further up the card. I will not give in to the puppet masters who run the world, the presidents and governors, the bosses and the nagging families, the fans or any promoter. This world is sick and I am here to cleanse it, I am the angel that has cast himself from the heavens and given himself to the darkness (points at the Japanese symbol on his chest meaning 'Darkest of the dark') to show these people the light. Smash the phones, break the computers, turn wall street upside down, destroy the banks and credit unions so we all have to start over at zero and let anarchy reign. Close the dummy factories, the best way to learn to wrestle is to go be in a wrestling match, learn to cut your own promos....I think I've said enough. I'm going to spread some chaos my favorite way."
Dark Angel cracks what almost seems like a grin as he picks a steel chair off the ground and proceeds to drop off the side of the building into the crowd, screams of ,"He's got a chair!!!", followed by screams of pain can be heard as the camera zooms out.
"Look at them, scurrying around like ants trying to make sense of their everyday lives. Always on their phones, in their cars and going to their jobs. Like cattle they herd themselves around the same routine everyday wearing what THEY tell them to, eating what THEY tell them to, buying the cars THEY tell them to and even doing their hair the way THEY tell them to. These people make me sick, as a society THEY have reduced these people to sheep, robots that play with other robots while they go to their robot jobs and their robot families while they live their robot lives. Long gone are the days of free thought and being spontaneous, people doing what they want when they want to do it. Instead bosses run their lives, computers run their lives, schedules run their lives and even pro wrestling has taken away free thought. Promoters tell people who to like, whose merchandise to buy, tell the viewers what a good wrestling match should look like and the sad thing is these sheep like superstars with no talent, cheer for lackluster matches and line the pockets of people that don't deserve it.
Well, I won't do it. I am my own person, I do what I want when I want and wrestle how I want to, I will not be another wrestler pumped out of a developmental factory doing the move set they tell me and read promos off a card, I will not kiss ass to get pushed further up the card. I will not give in to the puppet masters who run the world, the presidents and governors, the bosses and the nagging families, the fans or any promoter. This world is sick and I am here to cleanse it, I am the angel that has cast himself from the heavens and given himself to the darkness (points at the Japanese symbol on his chest meaning 'Darkest of the dark') to show these people the light. Smash the phones, break the computers, turn wall street upside down, destroy the banks and credit unions so we all have to start over at zero and let anarchy reign. Close the dummy factories, the best way to learn to wrestle is to go be in a wrestling match, learn to cut your own promos....I think I've said enough. I'm going to spread some chaos my favorite way."
Dark Angel cracks what almost seems like a grin as he picks a steel chair off the ground and proceeds to drop off the side of the building into the crowd, screams of ,"He's got a chair!!!", followed by screams of pain can be heard as the camera zooms out.