Post by Kale Windsor on Sept 29, 2012 19:47:04 GMT -5
The weather is chill but not cold, the air is crisp but neither dry nor wet and Kale Windsor is found in the massive garden of his personal estate. He is sitting in the lotus position as he enjoys his daily mediation. "Om Svasti Kamaala Kshivi Pula Sambhava Dharmadhatu Gotsara Svaha" he repeats over and over again before ending the mantra with a silent prayer and standing up to address the camera.
"As you see I was in mediation, this is how I prepare for War. I don't need extra time running around a gym nor do I need a forty ounce of liquid courage. I only need to look inside for the strength and power that will bring forth what I seek the most and that is victory. This is one of the biggest opportunities that any of us in the WCF could have. To be part of this epic battle at War. To face not just one opponent but many and one man will be crowned the victor in the end. One man will have all the glory of the night and will go down in history as the War XI champion. I was asked the other day by a fan what number would I like to enter the match at. I thought only for a moment before I replied, telling this young fan that I didn't care what number I entered as for it really does not matter. I will beat all those in the ring before me and all of those who enter after me to be crowned the War God. "
Kale takes in a deep breath as he walks towards a the small but elegant pond just behind the area in which he had previously been mediating.
"The lotus flower is a universal symbol of beauty but it's birth to become so beautiful is a dirty one so to speak. You see the lotus is the flower that grows in the mud. The thicker and deeper the mud the more beautiful the lotus blooms. You must be asking yourself exactly what does that have to do with me? Well let me tell you the answer to that question. You see my time in the WCF thus far has been one muddy match after another. I've been kicked down, and yes beaten more times than I can to admit to but the fact that I still rise up from that dirt and stand tall knowing that one day I will be the king of WCF makes me much like that of the lotus flower. I am still in the blossoming stage so to speak of my career. I am still what they call green but I won't always be and I will prove that to the masses come War."
The dirty blonde wrestler pauses for a moment before continuing on
"I could go on and on about Buddhism and how being a Buddhist has changed my life,but I won't. I will stop there and address more about the up coming match at War XI. We have a plethora of talent that will enter the ring one at a time and until there are no more entrants and we have a single victor. I have glanced over the list of those that are to be joining me in this epic battle and I must say that we have some of the best of the best in there but they will be just like any old jobber once I step into the ring. I will clear it out, wham bam thank you ma'am. Each and every one of them will fall. I don't care if you are Pantheon, The Church, Prophecy, Genesis, Misfits, you will not be in the ring as a clique you will be in there one on one. You have no advantage. The lot of you will not walk out as a faction of victors. Come on think about it people. Do you really think that Phantasm will let Purse get the victory over him? Hell to the fucking no. Nor will Synn lay down, give up his chance to be the ultimate winner for any member of The Church. I seriously doubt that Prophecy will stand tall as a clique once they all have entered the squared circle. That thought is laughable at best. Oh the two members of Genesis yeah FPV will pin Speede faster than a drunk whore can get laid at a frat party if it means he will win the match. Then there's The Misfits, they're almost not even worthy of a mention but since Stylez and Tommy Kain are entered in the match, Drunk and Stupid don't stand a chance again the the other twenty six men in the ring but like the other factions they will also pin or eliminate one another with out hesitation. "
Kale smirks
"Then there's the fourteen entrants which include myself that will randomly enter the ring for their chance at a higher fame than they already possess. Not a one of them causes me one ounce of concern. I have watched each and every one of them in the ring on several occasions and they no talents that I can't defeat. Bishop and Priest will surely be eliminated by the petite but powerful Sado adding to a second so called victory over dumb and dumber, but Sado doesn't really stand a chance against the other twenty-five of us. If that girl wins I will shave my head on the very next Slam, guaranteed. But I really don't have to worry about that since we all know that I, Kale Windsor, the platinum spoon will be the last man standing. "
He turns away from the camera for a moment before looking back at the lens.
"Come War XI, All hell is going to break out and in the end I will be standing center ring with my hand raised high in victory. Everything in our lives is cause and effect. If there's anything within you that needs to be changed you do it. You change it. "
The camera fades out with the sound of Kale's voice returning to his mediation and chanting
"Nam myoho renge kyo"
"As you see I was in mediation, this is how I prepare for War. I don't need extra time running around a gym nor do I need a forty ounce of liquid courage. I only need to look inside for the strength and power that will bring forth what I seek the most and that is victory. This is one of the biggest opportunities that any of us in the WCF could have. To be part of this epic battle at War. To face not just one opponent but many and one man will be crowned the victor in the end. One man will have all the glory of the night and will go down in history as the War XI champion. I was asked the other day by a fan what number would I like to enter the match at. I thought only for a moment before I replied, telling this young fan that I didn't care what number I entered as for it really does not matter. I will beat all those in the ring before me and all of those who enter after me to be crowned the War God. "
Kale takes in a deep breath as he walks towards a the small but elegant pond just behind the area in which he had previously been mediating.
"The lotus flower is a universal symbol of beauty but it's birth to become so beautiful is a dirty one so to speak. You see the lotus is the flower that grows in the mud. The thicker and deeper the mud the more beautiful the lotus blooms. You must be asking yourself exactly what does that have to do with me? Well let me tell you the answer to that question. You see my time in the WCF thus far has been one muddy match after another. I've been kicked down, and yes beaten more times than I can to admit to but the fact that I still rise up from that dirt and stand tall knowing that one day I will be the king of WCF makes me much like that of the lotus flower. I am still in the blossoming stage so to speak of my career. I am still what they call green but I won't always be and I will prove that to the masses come War."
The dirty blonde wrestler pauses for a moment before continuing on
"I could go on and on about Buddhism and how being a Buddhist has changed my life,but I won't. I will stop there and address more about the up coming match at War XI. We have a plethora of talent that will enter the ring one at a time and until there are no more entrants and we have a single victor. I have glanced over the list of those that are to be joining me in this epic battle and I must say that we have some of the best of the best in there but they will be just like any old jobber once I step into the ring. I will clear it out, wham bam thank you ma'am. Each and every one of them will fall. I don't care if you are Pantheon, The Church, Prophecy, Genesis, Misfits, you will not be in the ring as a clique you will be in there one on one. You have no advantage. The lot of you will not walk out as a faction of victors. Come on think about it people. Do you really think that Phantasm will let Purse get the victory over him? Hell to the fucking no. Nor will Synn lay down, give up his chance to be the ultimate winner for any member of The Church. I seriously doubt that Prophecy will stand tall as a clique once they all have entered the squared circle. That thought is laughable at best. Oh the two members of Genesis yeah FPV will pin Speede faster than a drunk whore can get laid at a frat party if it means he will win the match. Then there's The Misfits, they're almost not even worthy of a mention but since Stylez and Tommy Kain are entered in the match, Drunk and Stupid don't stand a chance again the the other twenty six men in the ring but like the other factions they will also pin or eliminate one another with out hesitation. "
Kale smirks
"Then there's the fourteen entrants which include myself that will randomly enter the ring for their chance at a higher fame than they already possess. Not a one of them causes me one ounce of concern. I have watched each and every one of them in the ring on several occasions and they no talents that I can't defeat. Bishop and Priest will surely be eliminated by the petite but powerful Sado adding to a second so called victory over dumb and dumber, but Sado doesn't really stand a chance against the other twenty-five of us. If that girl wins I will shave my head on the very next Slam, guaranteed. But I really don't have to worry about that since we all know that I, Kale Windsor, the platinum spoon will be the last man standing. "
He turns away from the camera for a moment before looking back at the lens.
"Come War XI, All hell is going to break out and in the end I will be standing center ring with my hand raised high in victory. Everything in our lives is cause and effect. If there's anything within you that needs to be changed you do it. You change it. "
The camera fades out with the sound of Kale's voice returning to his mediation and chanting
"Nam myoho renge kyo"
