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End of Days; Kaid vs Jigga C PPV
Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 01:14 AM (102 Views)
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An empty fenced in parking lot fades into the screen. The silver chain link fence shines in the sun. The camera focuses in on the razor wire above it then pans down as Mason Kaid walks into frame. Mason is wearing his traditional black military jacket and blue jeans. As always Mason has a cigarette burning in his mouth. Mason stares off to the left of the screen as he leans onto the fence and begins to slowly speak.

"Ours is not to question why, Ours is but to do or die". Never question the system, never disobey, and never let your morals get in the way of the mission. Jigga you are correct about me not belonging in the military. I had no business being there. The military loves people like you Jigga, people who don't ask questions and judge their own self worth by what their "superiors" say about them. They want people who will buy any lie that they sell to them with out batting an eye. They love people who are willing to be slaves to the Military Industrial Complex.

Mason takes a long drag of his cigarette and turns towards the camera and slowly exhales smoke into the camera

People willing to give away their minds for a shiny piece of metal on their tailored blue suits. What they hate is people like me. People who question authority and have no problem speaking their minds no matter the consequence. See I knew I would be put into dangerous situations and potentially would have to kill an enemy when I signed up. "Go kill bad guys, see the world and come home and fuck women." That's the exactly what the recruiter told me. What he didn't explain to me is "bad guys" is a very subjective term. What he didn't explain to me was sometimes my mission would be nothing more then to slay innocents. See he wouldn't give me the truth. His "superiors" told him to get me to sign up at all costs, sell me pretty little lies. About the glory of our cause and the valor of the "American Dream". That soulless bastard that made Me who I am today when he handed me a pen and a contract from the devil himself.

Mason violently steps towards the camera and raises his voice.

What he didn't tell me, and probably was too stupid too realize for himself, was that our cause was nothing more then too kill for Oil, banks and the failing "almighty" US dollar. See much like you Jigga this man had blind faith in his country. This man cared about how he looked in his uniform, and made sure everyone he ran into knew that he was a solider and was sure to flash his little badges and pins and gold trinkets handed down by his puppet masters. He loved the glory, and was a good little puppet. Just like you Covey, but you wanted more. Your ego so fragile that you put on a fake name and a social mask to blend in. A false showman personality, desperately seeking any and all approval he can find by masking his true self. You know why you care so much about what other people think "Covey J" because if you looked into a mirror and saw what you truly are, just a moment of true introspection you would see how weak you truly are. The foundation of your entire ego is structured on top of a rusting scaffold of self lies and media brainwashing. Even the slightest criticism and your entire ego structure shakes and begins to crumble. Again "Covey J" none of this is personal, its just the mission. Operation: Alarm Clock lets call it. The goal of this mission is for every single American to come face to face with the fact that their lives are built on an empire of blood. I want them to see the violence that they cause in the world. I want to show them what someone like me becomes when they are forced to spill blood for an empire of lies. You are just a means to an end. A perfect first example, a perfect event "Horrorcore". I will show the world the horror of my mind and I will open your eyes to your deepest fears of failure. And I will take your pretty little gold belt away from you. "The Television Champ", the champion of marketing and selling himself to the enslaved masses. I will take it away from you, not because I want the piece of shit but because you do.

Mason finishes his cigarette, then sits down with his back against the fence. He lights another cigarette with his Zippo and begins to slowly speak.

It may seem hypocritical of me to talk about others following orders of superiors while I have recently associated myself with Ryan Shane and his Uprising. People have called me a follower of Ryan Shane. I am a follower of no man. I will never let that happen to me again. Why did I join the Uprising? Because I respect Ryan Shane. When I look into Shane's eyes I see a man who has seen death. I see a man that took an experience that would crush the average person and used it as an opportunity to better himself. I see a man that has a personal moral code inspired by a complete introspection. Few men can look into the abyss of themselves and few can see the darkness inside themselves without crumbling.

Mason looks away from the camera and takes a few puffs of his cigarette. He begins to speak without looking back.

Ryan Shane has done this. Ryan Shane lives by his code and doesn't let any man tell him otherwise. I respect Ryan Shane. I see his mission as complimentary to mine. War makes strange bedfellows and Shane and I have an agreement. Our common goal is to destroy every single man that dares tell us we are wrong. We want to injury every single man we face and show them we are right. And then when Shane and I stand on top of the pile of dismantled so called "Stars" of CZW the truce will be over. When I was a child I was told of a coming Apocalypse. I was told there would be an end of the world coming soon. I never believed that trash but I do know that a "end times" scenario is coming for for this company. Shane and I can only remain allies for so long. At the end of the day we disagree on too many things. And we will resolve that some day. We we see who has more will, we will see who is more dedicated to their personal code. And on that day we will know who is the better man. Until then Shane and I have work to do.

Mason looks back into the camera with a intense glare

We both have a lot of eyes to open to the true pain of life.

Mason throws his cigarette into the camera as the screen fades to black
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