Post by DarkSpectre on Feb 18, 2018 22:58:43 GMT
"Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley."
Theodore Roethke
Theodore Roethke
Static gives way to a schoolyard. It's later on, so the area is void of occupants; save one masked man in jeans and a wifebeater. He paces through the equipment, brushing over various pieces of playground before turning to the camera.
I spent my formative years traveling the continent. Everything I learned from twelve years old on up was lessons learned by tutor. The closest thing I had to a formal education came almost 3 years after the average graduate age; when I was already in the business and got a special tutor to help me with many of my mental fallacies.
It pains me, now, to see the system in such disarray. Common core math, failing grades, school shootings. It's a tragedy that spans over a lack of education both in the school itself and at home. Some children simply need a little extra attention to achieve success in life, and it is alarming how few are willing to give such effort.
Spectre stops at a set of swings, taking a seat. He breathes in deeply, taking in the scenery, before turning back to the camera. He places one hand on his chin.
Unfortunately, some children remain uneducated into adulthood. Take my opponent this week. One "Max Masked". A poor excuse for a luchador, taking on the role of a common street thug, paying women to follow him around as his scantily clad entourage. His speech patterns are... Horrific, at best, and his level of disrespect knows no ceiling.
Last week, Cassidy Kaine assaulted one of Max's... Tricks, I believe is the term he uses... And this masked degenerate simply parties with his other ladies of the night. It's deplorable, it's disgusting, and it's downright uncouth.
Max is the lowest form of scum; using his lack of formal education to justify his misogynistic attitude towards women. Using slang and an inadequate grasp of the English language to make up for his lack of charisma. It's straight out offensive to a man like myself who immigrated from another country, learned how to speak properly and fights for acceptance every day of his life.
Spectre stands, pacing across the lot. He skips out of the playground area and closer to the school building, taking a few moments to sort his thoughts.
Max Masked, allow me to lay down the proverbial "Tale of the Tape" for you.
Your first order of business was to make an open challenge to our former World Champion in Cassidy Kaine. While you continue to show management that you're ready for a fight, they continuously throw others at you as you fail to impress.
I, on the other hand, earned my spot in the first-ever Tru Grit Championship match, and competed against some of this company's top brass. Despite my loss on that night, management continues to throw champion caliber opponents at me to determine how I'll fair.
You walk down to the ring, flanked with paid street hookers in an attempt to look "hood", or "OG" as the kids put it. You spend your time trying to convince people that you are a specific sort of character.
I come out here, night after night. I put on the show of my life every damn night. And these people see me for who I am- a true, dedicated, top-brass competitor.
You come out here, throwing your slang and your swag and your partying ways, and hope that people will blindly support you.
I put on the performance of a lifetime and give these fans the show they want, regardless of how they feel about me.
Spectre stops by the entryway of the school, a chuckle. He looks towards the sky, almost too confident. He slowly lowers his gaze back to the camera.
Max, you have no respect for this business. You have no respect for the people who pay you. You have no respect for the people around you.
Lack of respect leads to arrogance.
Arrogance leads to apathy.
And apathy leads to self-destruction.
This wall of bravado and thuggery you have built only serves to seal your demise. When the dust settles and the end is near, you will find yourself looking up into the rafters, trying to discern what happened to bring you defeat.
Spectre starts to walk off, heading for the parking lot. He stops as the gate opens, turning his head.
You will learn to respect me, Max. You will learn to respect this business. You will learn to respect the light that gives you hope; for when I am done with you this week, you will learn that when you come face-to-face with the Dark Spectre...
Darkness. Abounds.
Spectre heads out of the gate and over to a Chevy Monte Carlo. He revs the engine, speeding off into the distance as we fade to static.
I spent my formative years traveling the continent. Everything I learned from twelve years old on up was lessons learned by tutor. The closest thing I had to a formal education came almost 3 years after the average graduate age; when I was already in the business and got a special tutor to help me with many of my mental fallacies.
It pains me, now, to see the system in such disarray. Common core math, failing grades, school shootings. It's a tragedy that spans over a lack of education both in the school itself and at home. Some children simply need a little extra attention to achieve success in life, and it is alarming how few are willing to give such effort.
Spectre stops at a set of swings, taking a seat. He breathes in deeply, taking in the scenery, before turning back to the camera. He places one hand on his chin.
Unfortunately, some children remain uneducated into adulthood. Take my opponent this week. One "Max Masked". A poor excuse for a luchador, taking on the role of a common street thug, paying women to follow him around as his scantily clad entourage. His speech patterns are... Horrific, at best, and his level of disrespect knows no ceiling.
Last week, Cassidy Kaine assaulted one of Max's... Tricks, I believe is the term he uses... And this masked degenerate simply parties with his other ladies of the night. It's deplorable, it's disgusting, and it's downright uncouth.
Max is the lowest form of scum; using his lack of formal education to justify his misogynistic attitude towards women. Using slang and an inadequate grasp of the English language to make up for his lack of charisma. It's straight out offensive to a man like myself who immigrated from another country, learned how to speak properly and fights for acceptance every day of his life.
Spectre stands, pacing across the lot. He skips out of the playground area and closer to the school building, taking a few moments to sort his thoughts.
Max Masked, allow me to lay down the proverbial "Tale of the Tape" for you.
Your first order of business was to make an open challenge to our former World Champion in Cassidy Kaine. While you continue to show management that you're ready for a fight, they continuously throw others at you as you fail to impress.
I, on the other hand, earned my spot in the first-ever Tru Grit Championship match, and competed against some of this company's top brass. Despite my loss on that night, management continues to throw champion caliber opponents at me to determine how I'll fair.
You walk down to the ring, flanked with paid street hookers in an attempt to look "hood", or "OG" as the kids put it. You spend your time trying to convince people that you are a specific sort of character.
I come out here, night after night. I put on the show of my life every damn night. And these people see me for who I am- a true, dedicated, top-brass competitor.
You come out here, throwing your slang and your swag and your partying ways, and hope that people will blindly support you.
I put on the performance of a lifetime and give these fans the show they want, regardless of how they feel about me.
Spectre stops by the entryway of the school, a chuckle. He looks towards the sky, almost too confident. He slowly lowers his gaze back to the camera.
Max, you have no respect for this business. You have no respect for the people who pay you. You have no respect for the people around you.
Lack of respect leads to arrogance.
Arrogance leads to apathy.
And apathy leads to self-destruction.
This wall of bravado and thuggery you have built only serves to seal your demise. When the dust settles and the end is near, you will find yourself looking up into the rafters, trying to discern what happened to bring you defeat.
Spectre starts to walk off, heading for the parking lot. He stops as the gate opens, turning his head.
You will learn to respect me, Max. You will learn to respect this business. You will learn to respect the light that gives you hope; for when I am done with you this week, you will learn that when you come face-to-face with the Dark Spectre...
Darkness. Abounds.
Spectre heads out of the gate and over to a Chevy Monte Carlo. He revs the engine, speeding off into the distance as we fade to static.