Post by Adam Knite on Jan 7, 2009 17:14:49 GMT -6
{I have seen the ending to this story, I've seen the future of your demise. Will you heed my advice or will you continue on alone? These are the words Adam Knite is trying to not only give to Trent Helms, but the entire nCw roster. Will they fall onto death ears, or will this company finally take up and fight united as one.}
The Age of the Revolution, we are building the foundation for nCw's future success, we are bringing down the tainted walls of failure and rebuilding the former glory of this company's name. For far too long, people have been allowed to spew their filth onto nCw, staining her to the outside world, the day of cleansing is near, and the Revolution will be there to wipe the walls spotless.
Now we have the pawns backstage finally standing up and taking a stand, yet they don't realize it is far too late. They have stood idly by in their shackles, content on the conditions of their surroundings and it wasn't until the wave of change had started tearing away at their cell walls did they realize they needed to stand up and fight. Their bindings are now gone, but our cleansing flow has already begun, drowning them in our prophecies, the mindless drones decided to raise their swords and prepare for a fight, but the cold hand of death has already clinched nCw in his grasp... the old way of thinking, of living will soon be no more.
All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever present perils of life.
You ignorant peons who oppose the Revolution's moment do so foolishly without fully knowing your reasons. You know you must stand up and fight, but you have no idea why. You look at us as the bad guys as the force that must be stopped, you point the finger of blame at us and scream as loud as you can “the Revolution must be stopped”. Have you ever thought about using your minds for once, for standing back and taking in the situation before you jump to conclusions, conclusions that have been forced down your throat that is the political propaganda of nCw? No of course not, you keep seeing us as the villians, you look down your rose colored glasses at us and believe we are wrong, while the whole time.... you have no idea why. But I know, I know why you mindless yuppies so badly want to kill this uprising, why you hate us with every ounce of your being.
“Ignorance is the parent of fear . . . ”
It's fear. You don't know our ways, you don't know what we stand for, all you know is you've been told to fear the waves of changes... because you might have to adjust to a new way of thinking. Every time one of you jabbering children raise your stubby little fingers and point the finger of blame towards us, you further prove your ignorance. The Revolution isn't about taking over nCw, it's about changing nCw, bringing nCw into a new era of glory and prosperity, one that others will envy from afar. Your fear blinds you to this, your eyes are shut refusing to see the light that we are shining through. That is your ignorance.
You refuse to accept us, you continue to believe that what we are doing is bad for nCw's longevity, stop and think about it, ripping nCw apart by the seams is exactly what needs to happen. nCw needs to be tore down so she can be revuilt into the perfect image, into a place where the wrestlers work their way up the leader, where entertaining the fans comes before own personal gain. The revolution believes in this nCw, we believe she can be restored to her former glory, we are not rebelling because we hate nCw, we are rebelling because of our love for nCw. Thusly, like I said, your blind eyes refuse to see the truth, refuse to accept or even acknowledge what we are doing is for the greater good.
nCw needs the Revolution, nCw begs to be forgiven of her sins and brought back to the holy land. nCw needs to be curled up in the warmth the Revolution supplies, to keep her from turning into a frozen wasteland. We are only doing what is best, for the place we love. We will not stand by and let her die in this cess pool of filth people like Trent Helms has drenched her in. We will clean the streets and purify the soul of this company. Can you finally open your eyes and let the truth ring through your ears, or will you continue to let the propaganda and slander control your motives? The right answer is staring you in the face, the correct choice is begging to be picked, do not ignore your conscience, do not turn away from what is right, you know my words to be truth, without the Revolution nCw will fade into obscurity.
. . . because truly to enjoy bodily warmth,some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
You hunt the Revolution like we are some trophy to be won, instead of doing things for a purpose you fools do so for vanity and the reputation it would bring. The Age of the Revolution is the white whale, that you peruse with all your might, because you want some kind of revenge, because you want some kind of honor, and you do not see that you're selfish pursuits are your demise.
Trent Helms, the Captain Ahab of our story is your leader that you follow to the depths of hell. First it was Spike Kane, that you sheep flocked to for your spiritual guidance, and when that fell through, when he was exposed for what he really was, you found the good captain to mindlessly follow. See, Trent Helms wants the white whale for retribution, he hides his love for nCw, letting his hate for what I did to him conceal his view, losing sight of what the true enemy is. The Whale isn't the evil, it's his blind lust for revenge that is.
So you followers can continue going down his path, bringing your harpoons up at his every beckon call, and you will follow him to the pit of oblivion. If you simply open your eyes you will see the truth. You are on a hunt that will not end well if you continue your reckless ways. You have to bind together and see the real enemy before you, the mob mentality of the Revolution's “Evil” campaign isn't real, it's a lie being fed to you, and you're slowly taking in evey bite.
Now Trent, now can you see what I am preaching? You've taken a path that will lead to your demise, you've followed the trail that will lead you to the gates of hell. Let go of your infatuation with losing your World Title. It was an act that had to be done, you were growing to big for nCw, you were coming to close to leading the impressionable youth to a state of gilded beliefs. Your childish talks of outer space and different worlds, gaining your place at the top by being the most radical sell out possible is not the way to climb the ladder. Hard work, dedication, and passion are the only ways to get to the top, that's why your world came crashing down around you.
You had to be brought down to Earth, shown the error of your ways. I'm sorry for what I did to you Trent, I've told you time and time again that it tore me up inside to pull that title away from you, but it had to be done. It was a necessary evil, a means to accomplish an end. With you out of the picture we had true wrestlers climbing to the top to gain their shots. Ace, Angel, Xavier Williams all proved they earned their place at the mountain's peak, it was the first strike in the Revolution movement, even if nobody knew at that moment it was.
At Metamorphosis you will either come at me with a pure heart and mind, or you will be in a state of blood lust, the choice can not be made for you. Is it more important to you that you beat me to an inch of my life with a leather strap... or will your focus be on the freedom of nCw? See the difference? One path is a trail where only you receive the gratitude and fortunes of your selfish act, the other.... the greater good. Trent throw away your material strings, and let go of your hate, stand up for a purpose Helms... come at me with a passion that can only be brought out with the love of something greater than yourself, if you want any chance to accomplish your goals.
Because, Ahab, if you keep pursuing your white whale, without the good will and health of the ones around you in mind, than you will be dragged through the torrent of hell's wrath. There will be no helping you then, the world you built around you will be demolished like a ship caught in a hurricane, you're heart will cease to beat, and the Revolution will win the war, regardless the outcome of our small battle.
". . . from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
Do not let the fires of anger and hate control you, my friend.
Will this be your last stand, will you waste the last bit of life nCw has to extract your revenge, it's all up to you to decide. You can stand at the front of the ship and pierce my side with your spear, beinging pulled to the heart of hell, or you can find the love of nCw deep within your being and begin the downfall of the Revolution. You will be forced to choose, I will not stray away from the confrontation, I will not bow out of sight, letting you take credit for some faux heroic act. No, I will stand up and I will fight... and if you can't destroy me.... then I will destroy you.
Fear that Knite Trent.... fear it not out of ignorance, fear it because if you're not prepared to brandish your hatred, you will be crushed by my hands. Fight for a reason Trent... bring honor and respect to this company and show all those fools what it's like to not only care about yourself, what it's like to have a reason to live.
I know you, Ahab! You must help me!.... You must! You must and you shall do this for me, Ahab.
Don't let me down.
{Fade to Black}
The Age of the Revolution, we are building the foundation for nCw's future success, we are bringing down the tainted walls of failure and rebuilding the former glory of this company's name. For far too long, people have been allowed to spew their filth onto nCw, staining her to the outside world, the day of cleansing is near, and the Revolution will be there to wipe the walls spotless.
Now we have the pawns backstage finally standing up and taking a stand, yet they don't realize it is far too late. They have stood idly by in their shackles, content on the conditions of their surroundings and it wasn't until the wave of change had started tearing away at their cell walls did they realize they needed to stand up and fight. Their bindings are now gone, but our cleansing flow has already begun, drowning them in our prophecies, the mindless drones decided to raise their swords and prepare for a fight, but the cold hand of death has already clinched nCw in his grasp... the old way of thinking, of living will soon be no more.
All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever present perils of life.
You ignorant peons who oppose the Revolution's moment do so foolishly without fully knowing your reasons. You know you must stand up and fight, but you have no idea why. You look at us as the bad guys as the force that must be stopped, you point the finger of blame at us and scream as loud as you can “the Revolution must be stopped”. Have you ever thought about using your minds for once, for standing back and taking in the situation before you jump to conclusions, conclusions that have been forced down your throat that is the political propaganda of nCw? No of course not, you keep seeing us as the villians, you look down your rose colored glasses at us and believe we are wrong, while the whole time.... you have no idea why. But I know, I know why you mindless yuppies so badly want to kill this uprising, why you hate us with every ounce of your being.
“Ignorance is the parent of fear . . . ”
It's fear. You don't know our ways, you don't know what we stand for, all you know is you've been told to fear the waves of changes... because you might have to adjust to a new way of thinking. Every time one of you jabbering children raise your stubby little fingers and point the finger of blame towards us, you further prove your ignorance. The Revolution isn't about taking over nCw, it's about changing nCw, bringing nCw into a new era of glory and prosperity, one that others will envy from afar. Your fear blinds you to this, your eyes are shut refusing to see the light that we are shining through. That is your ignorance.
You refuse to accept us, you continue to believe that what we are doing is bad for nCw's longevity, stop and think about it, ripping nCw apart by the seams is exactly what needs to happen. nCw needs to be tore down so she can be revuilt into the perfect image, into a place where the wrestlers work their way up the leader, where entertaining the fans comes before own personal gain. The revolution believes in this nCw, we believe she can be restored to her former glory, we are not rebelling because we hate nCw, we are rebelling because of our love for nCw. Thusly, like I said, your blind eyes refuse to see the truth, refuse to accept or even acknowledge what we are doing is for the greater good.
nCw needs the Revolution, nCw begs to be forgiven of her sins and brought back to the holy land. nCw needs to be curled up in the warmth the Revolution supplies, to keep her from turning into a frozen wasteland. We are only doing what is best, for the place we love. We will not stand by and let her die in this cess pool of filth people like Trent Helms has drenched her in. We will clean the streets and purify the soul of this company. Can you finally open your eyes and let the truth ring through your ears, or will you continue to let the propaganda and slander control your motives? The right answer is staring you in the face, the correct choice is begging to be picked, do not ignore your conscience, do not turn away from what is right, you know my words to be truth, without the Revolution nCw will fade into obscurity.
. . . because truly to enjoy bodily warmth,some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.
You hunt the Revolution like we are some trophy to be won, instead of doing things for a purpose you fools do so for vanity and the reputation it would bring. The Age of the Revolution is the white whale, that you peruse with all your might, because you want some kind of revenge, because you want some kind of honor, and you do not see that you're selfish pursuits are your demise.
Trent Helms, the Captain Ahab of our story is your leader that you follow to the depths of hell. First it was Spike Kane, that you sheep flocked to for your spiritual guidance, and when that fell through, when he was exposed for what he really was, you found the good captain to mindlessly follow. See, Trent Helms wants the white whale for retribution, he hides his love for nCw, letting his hate for what I did to him conceal his view, losing sight of what the true enemy is. The Whale isn't the evil, it's his blind lust for revenge that is.
So you followers can continue going down his path, bringing your harpoons up at his every beckon call, and you will follow him to the pit of oblivion. If you simply open your eyes you will see the truth. You are on a hunt that will not end well if you continue your reckless ways. You have to bind together and see the real enemy before you, the mob mentality of the Revolution's “Evil” campaign isn't real, it's a lie being fed to you, and you're slowly taking in evey bite.
Now Trent, now can you see what I am preaching? You've taken a path that will lead to your demise, you've followed the trail that will lead you to the gates of hell. Let go of your infatuation with losing your World Title. It was an act that had to be done, you were growing to big for nCw, you were coming to close to leading the impressionable youth to a state of gilded beliefs. Your childish talks of outer space and different worlds, gaining your place at the top by being the most radical sell out possible is not the way to climb the ladder. Hard work, dedication, and passion are the only ways to get to the top, that's why your world came crashing down around you.
You had to be brought down to Earth, shown the error of your ways. I'm sorry for what I did to you Trent, I've told you time and time again that it tore me up inside to pull that title away from you, but it had to be done. It was a necessary evil, a means to accomplish an end. With you out of the picture we had true wrestlers climbing to the top to gain their shots. Ace, Angel, Xavier Williams all proved they earned their place at the mountain's peak, it was the first strike in the Revolution movement, even if nobody knew at that moment it was.
At Metamorphosis you will either come at me with a pure heart and mind, or you will be in a state of blood lust, the choice can not be made for you. Is it more important to you that you beat me to an inch of my life with a leather strap... or will your focus be on the freedom of nCw? See the difference? One path is a trail where only you receive the gratitude and fortunes of your selfish act, the other.... the greater good. Trent throw away your material strings, and let go of your hate, stand up for a purpose Helms... come at me with a passion that can only be brought out with the love of something greater than yourself, if you want any chance to accomplish your goals.
Because, Ahab, if you keep pursuing your white whale, without the good will and health of the ones around you in mind, than you will be dragged through the torrent of hell's wrath. There will be no helping you then, the world you built around you will be demolished like a ship caught in a hurricane, you're heart will cease to beat, and the Revolution will win the war, regardless the outcome of our small battle.
". . . from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
Do not let the fires of anger and hate control you, my friend.
Will this be your last stand, will you waste the last bit of life nCw has to extract your revenge, it's all up to you to decide. You can stand at the front of the ship and pierce my side with your spear, beinging pulled to the heart of hell, or you can find the love of nCw deep within your being and begin the downfall of the Revolution. You will be forced to choose, I will not stray away from the confrontation, I will not bow out of sight, letting you take credit for some faux heroic act. No, I will stand up and I will fight... and if you can't destroy me.... then I will destroy you.
Fear that Knite Trent.... fear it not out of ignorance, fear it because if you're not prepared to brandish your hatred, you will be crushed by my hands. Fight for a reason Trent... bring honor and respect to this company and show all those fools what it's like to not only care about yourself, what it's like to have a reason to live.
I know you, Ahab! You must help me!.... You must! You must and you shall do this for me, Ahab.
Don't let me down.
{Fade to Black}