Post by Seth on Sept 26, 2013 14:48:13 GMT -5
Prologue
New York City, New York. 1: 35 a.m
Darkness falls upon the air like a fog of an ultimate shadow. Nothing in front of any individual's nose can be seen as vision has fallen victim to the darkness. In an immediate motion a sharp and bright light is lite to show a fraction of the surroundings. Upon that small vision is the sight of a black figure sitting upon a wooden desk, nothing around him can be seen, but the man and the oak desk that sits beneath him. The man, with a dark black hood draping over his temples, has a pen in hand and a paper in sight. Laying firmly upon the desk is a white piece of notebook paper, blank, and awaiting for words to be placed upon it.
The man can be seen writing upon the paper, slowly and slowly, writing each letter with a precise motion. His wrist unable to be seen from the length of the dark hoodie that lays upon his torso and shoulders. The man's hand moving in a incredibly acute and slow pace, slowly he writes every letter, as if he was going to be punished if he didn't. After moments go on the black hoodied man moves the respected letter to the right of him, while he continues on to pull out another piece of paper, proceeding to writing upon its blank white seams.
Quietly the sounds of the hooded man can be heard, he moves from one end of the paper to the other, speaking faint words that are extremely softly spoken. With something upon the man's mind, he begins to slowly add volume to the words leaving his vocal cords and entering the atmosphere from his lips. After a few moments of volumizing the words leaving mouth, they are understandable, and can be interpreted by the human ear.
Masked Man: War XII, the moment that many men and woman have been waiting for. For an entire year this event is looked at as one of the biggest event in all of professional wrestling. Children watch from the safety of their homes, watching as their favorite wrestlers be thrown over the top rope, only to be landing upon their feet on the cold and dark concrete of defeat. Dreams are unleashed upon the sleeping of children, giving them hope to one day fill the boots of their respected hero. They dream of everything that comes from this event, the hype, the publicity, the fans, and more importantly the respect. Tens of superstars will enter between those very ropes, to only be thrown over top of them. Slowly more and more individuals enter between the ropes, to once again be thrown over the top of those very ropes. These actions continue until only one man is seen standing upon the rest, looking down upon the other competitors.
This is an event, where that one man or woman, has to become the smartest individual upon the unforgettful battlefield that we call the WCF ring. Anticipation and expectations grow for months as every man and woman in the back lacing up their boots, taping up their knuckles, and doing their pre-match preparations are all anticipating the biggest moment of their careers. Some are veterans and have been upon a huge challenge like WAR before, although the young men and women that are trying to make a name for their selves are left wondering. No other event grows so large, no other event has the same on the line. Through the several years I have been watching the WCF playout, I have seen men and women that were on top of the world, fall to the very end of it. This one event has ended and created some of the most important and life changing careers in the world of professional wrestling and this year will be no different.
Some men and women veterans in the locker room have looked on as their pupils have gone on to winning such an event. While they are left watching the celebration from their respected locker rooms. Few superstars go on to greatness from a huge event, going on to win the World Title, going on to becoming a WCF Hall of Famer, and even some men within the Hall of Fame hasn't even won the accomplishment of being within the Hall of Fame.
The masked man moves the second letter to the side towards the proceeding letter. He then arises from his chair and grabs the two letters, placing them within the confines of his fingers.
Proceeding to make his way towards the darkness, the camera is seen following him, upon opening what seems to be a door, light shines bright within the room. Showing a quick and momentarily shot of a cheap and run out hotel room. The masked man, walking heel to toe down the hallway, has a slow and fearful demeanor to his stride. He walks down the hallway passing multiple doors, some paint rubbed off from the abuse they take from the years they have been standing.
Finally the masked man reaches the end of the hallway, there standing at the end, in the middle of an open door is a man smoking a cheap cigar. His shirt off, and his body covered in tattoos. A stench of both beer and smoke stride outside his door and into the hallway, the smell so strong it almost phases the camera man to cover his mouth.
The disgusting individual, with stains from some sort of food sitting upon his bare stomach, notices the masked man and initually decides to stop the man. He holds out his right arm that weilds the cheap cigar, the masked man stops in his tracks attempting to avoid the man by moving farther away from the individual. The side step from the masked man offends the man, as he leaps from his door out and into the middle of the hallway, stumbling. Grabbing the opposite side wall, he balances himself back to upright position, looking up upon the masked man.
Hotel Drunk: Who do you think you are? Michael Myers?!
The drunken man proceeds to laugh, with spit flying from his mouth, his breath with an even bigger stench that his room. The masked man turns and makes eye contact with the man now fighting to retain his balance. A snickering comes from the masked man as he turns away from the drunk man, proceeding to walk towards the stairs that stand in front of him.
Hotel Drunk: Hey! I am talking to you! It isn't Halloween, take that god damn mask off!
Reaching for the mask, the drunk quickly places his palm upon the front of the mask. The mask man immediately responds, kicking the man in the gut. The drunk stumbles, before falling over on his back. He lays upon the floor for a few moments before attempting to reach upon his feet once again. His arms shake in despair as the man cannot pull himself back to his feet.
Hotel Drunk: Dear god...
After a few moments pass the drunk's face changes from a struggling to a face of worry. His eyes slowly drop inside his head as his head does the same. Pointing towards the cheap green carpet, his head tilts down before the drunk man begins to gag. The masked man turns and heads back towards the chairs, going on his way. After reaching the first step, the masked man stops and turns towards the drunk.
Pulling the key to his room out, the masked man then throws it towards the man, landing it on the ground, simulating a check out. As the masked man proceeds down the stairs by each step, the sound of scattering coming from the man's room. Out from the doorway is a middle aged prostitute, the woman, wearing bright colorful clothes, her eyes immediately set upon the drunk man, now vomiting upon the already green carpet.
Prostitute: I am still gonna get paid right?
At this time the masked man is vanished, but the camera man is stuck behind the puking man. After a few moments the camera man is able to maneuver himself around the man and head down the stairs after the masked man. Leaving the prostitute with the drunk man vomiting upon her feet.
The camera man is running down the stairs, catching almost every crack within the staircase foundation. Each second contains a crack within the concrete, until finally the exit door is finally seen. The camera man, then exits out upon the street, looking around with not only his eyes but with the camera as well. A sigh can be heard from the camera man. His voice heard on the audio of the camera tape.
Cameraman: Damn it, how could I lose a man dressed in a mask and a hoodie?! I was given one job, and I couldn't even do that!
Slowly the camera man makes his way down the street, with the lights shining upon his feet, the feed from the camera aimed towards the bottom of the concrete sidewalk. The camera aims towards a proceeding alleyway, and immediately the sight of a man sitting on a dumpster can be seen. The camera almost instantaneously takes off down the side walk, stopping the feed from the camera as he runs for his life.
An hour later...
The masked man is finally seen in an alleyway. His letters still in hand, his fingers gripping the letters. He is seen with another man to his side, this man has on a hoodie as well, and his face hidden by the darkness of the alleyway. The masked man passes on the letters to the man, as he slowly exchanges them to him. They have a short conversation within each other after the exchange.
Hooded Man: So you want me to deliver this to the owner of the WCF? I think that it is going to take much more than just the usual. I don't think you understand what kind of security that shit got!
The masked man, with a deep voice, responds to the hooded man's concern.
Masked Man: I don't think you understand. I came to you to get the job done, I don't want to hear your complaining. You can either do the job, and I pay you, or I find someone else to do the job for me, its that simple.
The hooded man stands in silence for a while. He then responds back to the masked man after a few moments of thinking over the deal.
Hooded Man: Alright, alright. I am your man, although I am going to definitely need more than the usual pay.
Masked Man: Now that is what I am looking for.
Reaching into his jean pocket the masked man pulls out a dollar bill, the amount of the bill is unknown from the darkness. He reaches over to the hooded man and hands him the bill, the hooded man takes the bill and raises it up towards the brightness of the moon. At that time the amount of the bill can be seen as it is a hundred dollar bill.
Masked Man: That is only a fraction of what to come after the job is done. Come back to this spot tomorrow night and you will receive the rest of your pay. Don't disappoint.
Hooded Man: Alright, tomorrow night at this time, will there be more Benjamin's?
Masked Man: Just deliver the letters and you will find out soon enough.
A nod can be seen behind the darkness of the alley as the hooded man's head moves in agreement. The hooded man then begins to head towards the camera outside of the alley and towards the street. In reaction of the man moving towards him, the cameraman moves to the side, behind a building, hiding the huge camera as much as he could. After the hooded man exits the alley and goes on his way the cameraman returns the camera towards the alley.
Expecting to see the masked man the camera quickly goes towards the alley, focusing the view. Surprisingly to the cameraman the masked man is gone, no where to be seen. The cameraman once again is frustrated as he storms off with the camera siting upon his shoulder like a hawk.
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Fort Knox, Kentucky 10:00 a.m.
The scene goes from the dark alley ways and streets to the brightness of the sunlight. The sun blinding the camera man that he cannot look directly into the lense. Standing in front of his shadow is the masked man, with black hood and mask in all. He is within the presence of two men standing in front of a massive building build with stone bricks, surrounded by a huge wall.
The masked man walks up to the building and is intercepted by two huge guards wearing military uniforms. Both men look at each other with puzzling looks upon their faces, wondering why a man with a mask is walking right up to this massive building also known as Fort Knox. They interrupt the masked man as he reaches the doors of the huge and protected building.
Security Guard #1: Excuse me sir, but I believe that you are at the wrong location. All visitors of Fort Knox are to be informed to the captain in charge, and we did not hear anything of your arrival.
Security Guard #2: I don't mean to be rude sir, but you are not allowed within the building, especially while wearing that ridiculous mask on your head!
The masked man immediately begins to walk closer to the two guards before the movement in his mask gives notice that he is moving his mouth about to speak. The two security guards see the movement and begin to get suspicious.
Masked Man: I don't believe that you gentlemen understand who I am. Believe me I have scheduled an appearance, now go on and call your captain and ask him yourself. I don't want any trouble gentlemen, but I really don't like your tone of voice right now.
Security Guard #2: Excuse me! Our tone of voice!?
The security guard jumps up towards the masked man sizing him up, his nose up against the mask of the masked man. While the other security guard calls his on duty captain to come down to the doors the other security continues to size up the masked man. Rage can be seen in the eyes of the security guard. He continues to size up the masked man, pressing his face even harder to the masked man.
While the security guard continues to push the masked man, the masked man just holds his ground not budging an inch. After a few moments the security guard begins to taunt the masked man.
Security Guard #2: Why don't you take off that mask so I can see the fear in your face! You may look like a hardass behind that mask, but behind it you have to be hiding something.
Masked Man: Why don't you back up before you regret not doing it.
Hearing the words from the masked man, it just enrages the security guard even more that he begins to heat up even more. At this point the other security guard begins to get concerned, he places his hand on his fellow soldier attempting to calm the man. Finally opening the doors is a man wearing another military uniform. His uniform covered with many medals showing his ranks. As the man opens the door he sees the soldier up in the masked man face, urging the solider to get off the masked man.
After a few moments the soldier finally backs up towards the captain, the masked man continues to stand his ground, not moving an inch even after the soldier leaving his presence. The captain then begins to respond to the soldier taunting the masked man, he places his hand on his should as he opens his mouth to take in a gasp of air.
Fort Knox Captain: Go inside soldier, your shift is over. We will talk about consequences later. Go on.
The soldier still full of rage walks into the base as he looks back at the masked man with his eyes still hot. After the soldier finally enters the base the captain finally acknowledges the masked man.
Fort Knox Captain: I apologize for that, he can get a little hot headed at some points.
Masked Man: It's ok captain, I am not gonna let him ruin this visit. I am guessing you have a section for me?
Fort Knox Captain: Actually Mr...Masked Man...we have had to change the plans for the time beings. Of course we cannot let anyone inside at this time, let alone most of the time. So we have set up your station outside at our range.
Moments pass before the masked man responds, he stand awaiting for the next actions from the Captain. Finally the masked man responds, with a nod of acceptance. The Captain shows the masked man towards the back of the huge building, men in sniper towers looking down upon the three men. After seeing the sight of everyone staring down at him, the masked man relates the situation to that of WAR.
Masked Man (Thoughts): Everyone looking down upon me, much like my entire life. I am being looked at like I am a misfit. No one expects me to amount to anything, no one expects me to make an impact in not only WAR XII, but also in life. No matter the obstacle, I still continue to get up and continue fighting, and on September 29th it will be no different. I will continue to get up, not matter what anyone things or does to me. My entire life I have been through challenges and hardships, but I continue to get up. On the night of the 29th I will prove to everyone that I will no longer be looked down upon. On the night of the 29th, I will be looking down upon them, much like I have been the past seven months.
At War XII I will be the one looking down upon them. I have earned everyone on the WCF roster's attention, and now at War I will gain their respect. Like today I am seen alone at the bottom of this tower, but on the night of September 29th I will be seen alone on the top of the tower as the new WCF World Champion. Finally I will be on top, gaining the respect that I rightfully deserve. Year after year I am seen as nothing but just another face, well now I am seen as more than that. These Stable Wars, have created only one good thing within this company and that is a new face of the company. A face that is currently unknown, a face that has been covered up for months. After months of being hidden from the world, the face of not only this cause, but the new face of the WCF, will be revealed in a matter of days and nights.
Finally after a few minutes of walking the men reach a firing range that has been set up, multiple assault rifles have been set up on a wooden table. Targets are set up in the distance each within a different range from the rifles.
Fort Knox Captain: Here you are sir. I believe this is everything you asked for?
Masked Man: Yes, this should do just fine. Thank you captain.
Fort Knox Captain: My pleasure sir, enjoy your time here. Unfortunately the snipers will have to remain for security purposes.
The masked man looks around for a moment before looking back towards the captain.
Masked Man: I understand one hundred percent sir.
The Fort Knox Captain nods in understanding before walking off from the masked man.
The masked man walks up towards the rifles, he takes a magazine off the table and loads it into the bottom. He places the butt of the stock on his should and proceeds to fire off a couple of rounds into the targets at the closest range. After he unloads the entire clip, sounds can be heard from his mask as he begins to speak. Before then he places the assault rifle upon the table and faces towards the camera.
Masked Man: I have my weapons in front of me, I have my ammunition and here I am in the most protected building in all of the United States. A place where real soldiers belong, a place where men are turned into the best soldiers that our military has to offer. Soldiers know exactly what to do when they are put into a pressure situation, they fight for a cause and a purpose, not for just bragging rights. They fight for their cause, they fight for the respect of that cause, and that is exactly what I will be doing at War. The only difference between these soldiers and myself is that I fight with my fists than guns, my training ground is surrounded by ropes, while theirs is surrounded by barb wire.
Wars are won by soldiers, and in the professional wrestling world I am the super-soldier. I am the man that everyone should fear to be in the ring with. I am the man that should be respected by everyone entering between those ropes. Within the past couple of months I have become a changed man. I have seen the horrid actions from some of the past WCF roster, and now it is time for it to finally stop. This soldier has seen enough of these dictators taking over what use to be an amazing business for everyone within it and watching it.
Sarah Twilight, you maybe the current dictator, but it is time for the WCF to return to its original form. It is time for a revolution to occur and I will be the man to lead the revolution. I am the man that you will have nightmares about, my face will be your worst nightmare Sarah. You better arm yourself with the best firepower that you have within your arsenal. You better draw out all your battle strategies and counter attacks, because War is coming to your front door. Sarah, as much as I despise what you have done the past couple of months, I hope that you are still standing when it is time for my attack. Sarah, I want to be the one to throw you over that top rope, I want to be the face that is remembered as the one who ridded the WCF of Sarah Twilight. At War XII the shots are coming, and the bullseye is right on your back Sarah. No matter what you say or do, there will always be revolutionists coming after you, as soon as you enter that four sided circle of a battleground there is no turning back. There is no retreating Sarah, there is no white flag, there is only defeat. Your Bravado army was proven to be weak last week when Eric took them all out one by one, and now there is a straight shot right for your forhead, and Sarah my finger is on the trigger. War is won by soldiers, and yours were proven last week to be spineless. Sarah, I am on the charge and you are the first to enter my sights!
The masked man then turns back towards the table, he then proceeds to pick up the submachine gun that sits upon the table. He then begins to fire upon the targets once more, as the snipers look down upon him. Placing the machine gun on the table once again before looking around, looking at every single tower. Looking at the snipers eye to eye before once again facing the camera.
Masked Man: The revolution has begun, and War is only the beginning. Brothers and sisters, it is time for this to end. It is time for the Stable Wars to finally be put in the history books. It is time for a new era of the WCF to be written. At War every soldier will enter the ring, and the battle will begin. Bullets will fill the air, bodies will be dropping to the floor, and at the end of the night the revolution will prevail. History seems to repeat itself if the ignorant proceeds to ignore it. We have had enough of groups like Genesis, Pantheon, and Bravado controlling the WCF. Years before its time it was ToT, just like ToT fell, just like Genesis fell, and just like Pantheon fell, Bravado will fall along with them. It will be remembered as just another group attempting to control something that cannot be controlled by men and women that are power hungry.
On September 29th, militias will be formed to defeat these wrong doing individuals known as Bravado. All soldiers that will be fighting for a cause, all men and women wanting to make the WCF a better place. The WCF doesn't need a World Champion that is power hungry, the WCF needs a World Champion that will change the WCF for the best. Unfortunately Eric Price had to learn the hard way, but I am here to force the same reality to the rest of the Bravado.
At War everyone will be fighting for themselves, they are all feeling the effects of the gold rush, but those same effects will end in their demise. Multiple of the superstars will be looking to become the World Champion, a material prize that will only cause them to pay a bad price in their elimination. They all will be fighting for that chance to become one of the final two men or women to stand within the ring. A chance to winning gold around their waist, but they are forgetting so much about what War represents.
War is not just a stepping stone to the top, it is where every single member of the roster gets a chance to earn respect from the other no matter the history. The winners of War have been looked at differently not because they are the World Champion or the #1 Contender, it is because they have earned the respect from every other superstar within the same teeth grinding match that they won. A winner of War must have the drive and mentality to win. They must have that one thing that they have over their competitor to drive them to the top. I contain that drive, and I contain that winning mentality. I will not retreat and I will not be easily defeated, I will do everything within my power to win this historical event. I will not be broken, I will stay whole, and I will not give in no matter the demands. I fight until there is one soldier left and one only, and that last soldier's face will be revealed at War when I remove this mask and answer everyone's questions and accusations that have been occurring within the last seven months.
Out from behind the towering building of Fort Knox the captain can be seen walking towards the masked man. He takes each step towards him, one stride longer than the other, his hands around the back of his waist. Finally he reaches the masked man and interrupts his range session. Tapping him on the shoulder his attention is then drawn towards the captain.
Fort Knox Captain: I am sorry sir, but we need to ask you to leave the property. There has been an emergency that was brought to my attention and it involves all visitors on the property to leave the property at once.
Masked Man: I understand sir, orders are orders.
The masked man and the captain proceed to walk back towards the gate, once again the snipers looking down upon the three men walking across the property. The sight slowly deminishes to the blue sky above the highly defended building and facility. Once the captain allows the masked man to exit the facility the masked man is left outside with the camera in his face as he walks off he continues to think of the biggest subject in all of professional wrestling, War XII.
Masked Man (Thoughts): In a matter of days I will once again be on top of the world. I will be at the top of the WCF, the Stable Wars will be over, and the WCF will be exactly where it deserves to be. On the night of War there will be tens of men and women fighting for the same reward, a gold belt to hang over their shoulder. Although this match is much more than that, there is more to War than just a World Championship, there is the respect and honor that comes with having your named mentioned in all of WCF's history.
War XII could possibly be the biggest War in all of history. Not only has the WCF been at large with numbers of competitors, but the quality of those competitors as well. Names like Bobby Cairo, Logan, Odin Balfore, all men that have had huge careers in the WCF in the past, and are now looking to place their name in the history books once again. The biggest event in all of professional wrestling is unwravelling, as every second passes the anticipations get bigger and bigger. Nerves continue to raise for every competitor within the WCF roster, some new to the company, some very much familiar. No matter if you are a ten year vet or this is your first appearance within the WCF, the nerves are all the same. An event of these proportions require every man and woman at there very best, and on that night I will be at my best. At War XII everyone will be filled with nerves from their heads to their toes, but how will you use those nerves? Will you get the best of you and be crushed under the pressure, or will you take advantage of those nerves and allow them to lead you to victory in possibly the biggest Pay Per View the WCF has ever seen?
The clock is ticking, the rifles are loaded, and the fingers are on the triggers. Who will be the first to pull the trigger, and who will be the first to fall? Who will be the last man to pull the trigger, and who will be the last man standing among the rest of the fallen? All things that are running through every competitor's mind, although we all know that until September 29th those answers will remain questions without answers. War will not only be the end of a historical event, but also the birth of something greater that will be remembered in the history books forever! The clock is ticking, and the soldiers are coming, how will you react?
The scene falls into the darkness.
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Epilogue
New York City, New York. 1:43 a.m.
Masked Man: So, did you deliver the letters?
The masked man is seen again with the hooded man in the same alley. They seem to have another conversation going on about the delivering of the letters. Still hidden within the shadows is the hooded man's identity.
Hooded Man: Of course. Now that I have held up my end, its time for you to hold up yours my man.
Once again the masked man reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a wad of dollar bills, believed to be benjamins once again. The hooded man can be seen looking at the bills, identifying them just as that. A smile can be seen crawl upon the face of the hooded man as his shadow changes at his feet.
Hooded Man: Its nice doing business with you! What were those letters for anyways?
A chuckle can be heard from the masked man as he responds from the hooded man's action of being nosy. The question causes the masked man to laugh for several seconds before finally responding to the hooded figure.
Masked Man: Thats something the reader needs to learn for themselves.
The hooded man then once again continues to walk out of the alley and back towards the direction he did upon the night before. The scene vanishes into the darkness once again.
Reading, Pennsylvania. 1:45 a.m.
The view from the security cameras can be seen, the first camera is the one positioned outside an office of importance. The camera continues to rotate upon it axis to show the door of the office, a golden plaque is seen at the top of it. The words "Seth Lerch" can be seen upon the top of the doors engraved upon the plaque. After seeing the plaque the cameras switch to the camera inside of the office.
Seth's desk and office chair can be seen, but sitting upon his desk is two letters sitting upon the top of the desk, both folded in halfs much like the letters that the masked man wrote. The camera zooms towards one of the letters so much that it is able to be read.
"Dear Mr Lerch,
It has come to my attention that the WCF has been struggling to hold the same face of the business for a while lately. A face that is respected among not only the WCF Universe, but everyone within the WCF roster. I understand that this has been a problem for not only yourself, but for the entire company. Although I write this to finally give you hope for your solution. Upon the night of September 29th the new face of the WCF will finally be revealed to the entire WCF Universe. A face that everyone including the roster members in the WCF can fully respect to hold the WCF most treasured accolade.
Mr. Lerch, your time of uneasement is over. That face that will be revealed at the historic even known as War XII will be finally seen as a respected individuals within the WCF company. The time has come for this War to finally come to an end, and the last man standing will be none other than the man that has started it. Your questions have been answered Seth, I new champion will soon come your way, a man that you would happily call WCF's World Champion. I am not a Jonny Fly or Eric Price that will grow power hungry and buy out your company, I am a man that will hold the championship with much dignity and respect.
The revolution is coming Mr. Lerch, will you be one of the men that will be left in the dust of the now? Or will you be one of the men remembered as the ones that changed professional wrestling forever. The Stable Wars era has been dragged on for too long, their clock is ticking and on September the 29th at War XII, their clock will finally reach zero. The bell will ring three times, dubbing the new World Champion and the beginning of the revolution of the WCF. It is your choice Seth, will you be left in the dust and fogotten, or will you be remembered forever in the history books for being a part of the ending of the Stable Wars era?
If you have any questions, feel free to ask them at War XII when I am crowned the World Champion, and when the revolution will reach full speed.
Mr. Lerch, your time of uneasement is over. That face that will be revealed at the historic even known as War XII will be finally seen as a respected individuals within the WCF company. The time has come for this War to finally come to an end, and the last man standing will be none other than the man that has started it. Your questions have been answered Seth, I new champion will soon come your way, a man that you would happily call WCF's World Champion. I am not a Jonny Fly or Eric Price that will grow power hungry and buy out your company, I am a man that will hold the championship with much dignity and respect.
The revolution is coming Mr. Lerch, will you be one of the men that will be left in the dust of the now? Or will you be one of the men remembered as the ones that changed professional wrestling forever. The Stable Wars era has been dragged on for too long, their clock is ticking and on September the 29th at War XII, their clock will finally reach zero. The bell will ring three times, dubbing the new World Champion and the beginning of the revolution of the WCF. It is your choice Seth, will you be left in the dust and fogotten, or will you be remembered forever in the history books for being a part of the ending of the Stable Wars era?
If you have any questions, feel free to ask them at War XII when I am crowned the World Champion, and when the revolution will reach full speed.
Sincerely,
Masked Man"
Masked Man"
The camera feed goes black as the other letter is left unread.