Post by Gabriel Karras on Aug 11, 2010 19:22:10 GMT -6
Honor?
What do you know of the word?
You think of honor as an obligation.
Your wife 'loves' you, so you buy flowers.
Your fans ask you to do things, so you jump to it.
Not for the love of doing so.
But for the obligation after the fact.
You think Honor is some gold trinket
You can carry around to impress people.
You disgrace the very word.
Mar it's beauty with your simplistic thoughts.
Simplistic ideals.
Animalistic cruelty.
I care not for you.
The thought of taking away that trinket
Doesn't even concern me.
My plans include so much more.
I'm only here because I'm 'honor' bound.
See the annotation?
The hollow feeling?
I didn't think you would.
But that's how you've been.
And how you will continue to be.[/b]
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{Karras stopped the car at the curb. It was a nice rental, but neither passenger really cared. Desiree's blinded eyes stared straight ahead, and yet he showed remarkable intution.}
Desiree: We are here.
Karras: Yes, we are.
{Karras stepped from the car, and walked around the machine, opening the door and assisting her to her feet. She smoothed her robe out, and held her hand for the Father to take.}
Desiree: Is this really a good idea Father?
Karras: Would you not like comfort in your lonliness?
Desiree: Of course, but I have you.
Karras: That you do, Sister. But I am not just a consort of you, I am a servant of God, and by that virtue a servant of all of it's people. Including those who may not believe.
Desiree: She'll believe. She has to.
Karras: She will after I show her this.
Desiree: I believe so Father.
{The two walk up the walkpath that leads up to the House. Karras reached a hand out and knocked on the door. A woman's voice called out from inside.}
Woman: Just a second!
Desiree: Do you believe he is home?
Karras: No, he is on the road. As we should be.
Desiree: Even if he doesn't...?
Karras: Yes. That is in fact, why we are here.
{The door opened to reveal none other than nCw Women's wrestler, Maria Williams.}
Maria: Hi!! What brings you here?
Karras: A simple conversation, my dear.. Nothing more... May we come in?
Maria: Sure. Joe's not home though.
Karras: Is that a fact?
{Karras walked in, leading Desiree behind him as the door closed.}
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Stefan Rzany, the corrupted. A man who would be emperor, if only he knew how. Did you think you would get away with it forever? Did you think no-one would figure it out? Oh, how coy you played. Pretending to deny what you tried to flaunt as the truth, but no matter, the run you were on has played out. Now you have found what it's like when a false idol falls from grace, into the damnable pit of loathing and shame. But that matters not. You don't have something I want. You don't have something I need. You are a mere occurance. Were you the real Lance Ryan, everyone would pay attention to this match. Since you are not, the effect is lost.
Just like you.
I will not bother to sermon you. I wouldn't even waste the word of God on someone who would simply scoff it off in favor of his own. It doesn't matter what claims you make, what threats you spit, what half truths you spill, none of that makes this any more important that what it is. So don't even bother Stefan. I don't know or care. I made a vow to save the people who harbor the devil in them inside this business. But you...?
You were not included.
Sorry for the inconvience.
What do you know of the word?
You think of honor as an obligation.
Your wife 'loves' you, so you buy flowers.
Your fans ask you to do things, so you jump to it.
Not for the love of doing so.
But for the obligation after the fact.
You think Honor is some gold trinket
You can carry around to impress people.
You disgrace the very word.
Mar it's beauty with your simplistic thoughts.
Simplistic ideals.
Animalistic cruelty.
I care not for you.
The thought of taking away that trinket
Doesn't even concern me.
My plans include so much more.
I'm only here because I'm 'honor' bound.
See the annotation?
The hollow feeling?
I didn't think you would.
But that's how you've been.
And how you will continue to be.[/b]
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{Karras stopped the car at the curb. It was a nice rental, but neither passenger really cared. Desiree's blinded eyes stared straight ahead, and yet he showed remarkable intution.}
Desiree: We are here.
Karras: Yes, we are.
{Karras stepped from the car, and walked around the machine, opening the door and assisting her to her feet. She smoothed her robe out, and held her hand for the Father to take.}
Desiree: Is this really a good idea Father?
Karras: Would you not like comfort in your lonliness?
Desiree: Of course, but I have you.
Karras: That you do, Sister. But I am not just a consort of you, I am a servant of God, and by that virtue a servant of all of it's people. Including those who may not believe.
Desiree: She'll believe. She has to.
Karras: She will after I show her this.
Desiree: I believe so Father.
{The two walk up the walkpath that leads up to the House. Karras reached a hand out and knocked on the door. A woman's voice called out from inside.}
Woman: Just a second!
Desiree: Do you believe he is home?
Karras: No, he is on the road. As we should be.
Desiree: Even if he doesn't...?
Karras: Yes. That is in fact, why we are here.
{The door opened to reveal none other than nCw Women's wrestler, Maria Williams.}
Maria: Hi!! What brings you here?
Karras: A simple conversation, my dear.. Nothing more... May we come in?
Maria: Sure. Joe's not home though.
Karras: Is that a fact?
{Karras walked in, leading Desiree behind him as the door closed.}
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Stefan Rzany, the corrupted. A man who would be emperor, if only he knew how. Did you think you would get away with it forever? Did you think no-one would figure it out? Oh, how coy you played. Pretending to deny what you tried to flaunt as the truth, but no matter, the run you were on has played out. Now you have found what it's like when a false idol falls from grace, into the damnable pit of loathing and shame. But that matters not. You don't have something I want. You don't have something I need. You are a mere occurance. Were you the real Lance Ryan, everyone would pay attention to this match. Since you are not, the effect is lost.
Just like you.
I will not bother to sermon you. I wouldn't even waste the word of God on someone who would simply scoff it off in favor of his own. It doesn't matter what claims you make, what threats you spit, what half truths you spill, none of that makes this any more important that what it is. So don't even bother Stefan. I don't know or care. I made a vow to save the people who harbor the devil in them inside this business. But you...?
You were not included.
Sorry for the inconvience.