Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2023 18:52:13 GMT
“Kingdom Pro. was a long time ago, but it still lingers. Most in my shoes would not even reminisce about it, being a wanted man in all of Europe and all; but me? I relish the thought. The fact that myself and my family of once upon a time ago was hated so much a rag-tag group of defenders had to step up, all with conflicting interests, goals and intentions. I relish the idea that they had to put all of that aside in order to stop the big bad Killjoy Club from killing the company that they so treasured. And through mistakes from my ‘family’ members, they were successful? Or were they?”
Lazarus Arjen sat in a darkened room, a single light source above him illuminated just enough of him to be visible. Shadows covered half of his face, his eyes though - his eyes were locked on the camera. That trademark hate, that fire that is visible always.
“Kingdom Pro. may have won the fight, but the company that was a charade still died. Kingdom Pro. existed to give men and women like myself, like my family members at the time, a chance for success. While all of the other companies, the bigger - branded companies, pushed the same names over and over again, Kingdom Pro. was supposed to be a place for the lesser known athletes to make their mark. But Kingdom Pro. fell into the same cookie-cutter logic as every other organization. See success elsewhere, hire those people, replicate success. Tyler Wolfe, Michael Bishop, Jason Long - all names with success attached, all names the world knew ten times over; all reasons why the Killjoy Club formed. To eliminate them - so that Kingdom Pro. and Europe would be ours to kill.”
“I saw what was happening months, years before it happened - and that’s why I set forth the motion to kill the company. The ragtag group of world stars may have thwarted my plans and defeated the Killjoy Club at that very last event, but they were not successful in keeping the company open. It died the second that cage was elevated and dismantled. My end game came to fruition. My goal became a success. I was the very last member of the Killjoy Club left in the ring on that fateful night, and through the blood that poured down my face and into my eyes; I watched Kingdom Pro. take it’s very last breath.”
“And I smiled.”
A twisted, sick little smile creeps up onto Lazarus’ face.
“I took Kingdom Pro. away from everyone, including you Arthur, but by the looks of things; you didn’t need it much anyway. How the former Owl has evolved from a lowly bird of the night, to ‘Gods Gift to Everything’ baffles me, but I suppose the radical shift in everything makes sense. The tortured painter with a fixation on birds isn’t really marketable, right? And that’s what you desire right? Glory, fame, girls - none of that comes with the personality you once tried to push in Europe. You escaped the ashes of Kingdom Pro. without so much as a scratch, you were one of the lucky few that didn’t run head first against my Killjoys; but you never fully escaped.”
“The former White Owl may have flown under the radar of the Killjoys in Kingdom Pro., hell you may have even been a part of Project: Honor when I took my walk from that place, but luck doesn’t hold you in it’s clutches forever, Arthur. It would have been something to have the King of Rats dismember the White Owl, but turning the Alpha Male into a Beta, into a submissive little bitch is going to be just as satisfying. You managed to escape Kingdom Pro. without having been savagely ripped apart, but that fate has caught up with you.”
“And what do you plan on doing about it, Arthur? A lackluster verbal tirade isn’t going to stop me, it never has before and it won’t do anything to intimidate me now. Instead of racking your brain and trying to come up with some clever analogy, witty pun, or something creative to say; I want you instead to find tapes. I want you to watch me usher in career after career into the early grave. I want you to watch me take legends of this business and desecrate their entire legacies. I want you to watch as I left victims bloody - from Europe, to Japan, to America and everywhere in between. And then, after you’ve watched all of that, I want you to study those men and women I’ve dismantled and I want you to realize that you do not compare to any of them. Not even the lowest of low on the totem pole in OWA, you make them look like an undefeated beast.”
“You escaped Kingdom Pro., you escaped the Killjoys because we let you. You did not matter to us and our plans back then, Arthur, and even though you mean less to me now; I have no problem with taking the time out of my work in order to leave you in pieces all around Scotland. It’s rather fitting when you think about it. I could have done a long time ago in this very Country, but I allowed you to leave. I gave you the chance to better yourself; to learn some Worldly knowledge in your travels. That chance is over now, and you can no longer escape the Reaper’s Scythe. And it all happens in the same place where I could have ended you previously.”
“White Owl. Alpha Male. Greatest.. whatever, it really doesn’t matter what you’re calling yourself now Arthur. You’ve escaped death for long enough. My congregation of Rats need to feast, and feast upon you they shall once I wrap up one more loose end from Kingdom Pro’s existence.”
Smirk to end.
Lazarus Arjen sat in a darkened room, a single light source above him illuminated just enough of him to be visible. Shadows covered half of his face, his eyes though - his eyes were locked on the camera. That trademark hate, that fire that is visible always.
“Kingdom Pro. may have won the fight, but the company that was a charade still died. Kingdom Pro. existed to give men and women like myself, like my family members at the time, a chance for success. While all of the other companies, the bigger - branded companies, pushed the same names over and over again, Kingdom Pro. was supposed to be a place for the lesser known athletes to make their mark. But Kingdom Pro. fell into the same cookie-cutter logic as every other organization. See success elsewhere, hire those people, replicate success. Tyler Wolfe, Michael Bishop, Jason Long - all names with success attached, all names the world knew ten times over; all reasons why the Killjoy Club formed. To eliminate them - so that Kingdom Pro. and Europe would be ours to kill.”
“I saw what was happening months, years before it happened - and that’s why I set forth the motion to kill the company. The ragtag group of world stars may have thwarted my plans and defeated the Killjoy Club at that very last event, but they were not successful in keeping the company open. It died the second that cage was elevated and dismantled. My end game came to fruition. My goal became a success. I was the very last member of the Killjoy Club left in the ring on that fateful night, and through the blood that poured down my face and into my eyes; I watched Kingdom Pro. take it’s very last breath.”
“And I smiled.”
A twisted, sick little smile creeps up onto Lazarus’ face.
“I took Kingdom Pro. away from everyone, including you Arthur, but by the looks of things; you didn’t need it much anyway. How the former Owl has evolved from a lowly bird of the night, to ‘Gods Gift to Everything’ baffles me, but I suppose the radical shift in everything makes sense. The tortured painter with a fixation on birds isn’t really marketable, right? And that’s what you desire right? Glory, fame, girls - none of that comes with the personality you once tried to push in Europe. You escaped the ashes of Kingdom Pro. without so much as a scratch, you were one of the lucky few that didn’t run head first against my Killjoys; but you never fully escaped.”
“The former White Owl may have flown under the radar of the Killjoys in Kingdom Pro., hell you may have even been a part of Project: Honor when I took my walk from that place, but luck doesn’t hold you in it’s clutches forever, Arthur. It would have been something to have the King of Rats dismember the White Owl, but turning the Alpha Male into a Beta, into a submissive little bitch is going to be just as satisfying. You managed to escape Kingdom Pro. without having been savagely ripped apart, but that fate has caught up with you.”
“And what do you plan on doing about it, Arthur? A lackluster verbal tirade isn’t going to stop me, it never has before and it won’t do anything to intimidate me now. Instead of racking your brain and trying to come up with some clever analogy, witty pun, or something creative to say; I want you instead to find tapes. I want you to watch me usher in career after career into the early grave. I want you to watch me take legends of this business and desecrate their entire legacies. I want you to watch as I left victims bloody - from Europe, to Japan, to America and everywhere in between. And then, after you’ve watched all of that, I want you to study those men and women I’ve dismantled and I want you to realize that you do not compare to any of them. Not even the lowest of low on the totem pole in OWA, you make them look like an undefeated beast.”
“You escaped Kingdom Pro., you escaped the Killjoys because we let you. You did not matter to us and our plans back then, Arthur, and even though you mean less to me now; I have no problem with taking the time out of my work in order to leave you in pieces all around Scotland. It’s rather fitting when you think about it. I could have done a long time ago in this very Country, but I allowed you to leave. I gave you the chance to better yourself; to learn some Worldly knowledge in your travels. That chance is over now, and you can no longer escape the Reaper’s Scythe. And it all happens in the same place where I could have ended you previously.”
“White Owl. Alpha Male. Greatest.. whatever, it really doesn’t matter what you’re calling yourself now Arthur. You’ve escaped death for long enough. My congregation of Rats need to feast, and feast upon you they shall once I wrap up one more loose end from Kingdom Pro’s existence.”
Smirk to end.