The Choice of Light or Dark (JS1 Tag Title match LGBTKO RP3)
Feb 26, 2020 15:32:03 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Feb 26, 2020 15:32:03 GMT -5
Darkness.
A voice.
The world is simpler if you view everything in binary. Good and Evil.
Light...
A spotlight snaps on, and we see Bloodied Fox standing in it.
...and Dark.
The light snaps off as abruptly as it came on, returning us to black.
The truth, of course, is not so simple.
People are not simple.
The spotlight again. Bloodied Fox again.
Within us all exists the light and the dark. Good and evil. What defines us is what we choose to do.
The spotlight moves forward, leaving Fox behind in the dark.
Do we choose to do that which is evil?
Fox steps forward, returning to the centre of the spotlight once more.
Do we choose to do that which is good?
Even that choice is not simple. The choice we make is affected by circumstance.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the floor begins to tilt, Fox having to adjust his footing to hold his position in the spotlight.
A strong enough push one way or the other can overcome even the greatest determination. The question becomes not what you choose, but how long you can maintain your choice.
The floor moves past the 45 degree angle, Fox is clearly struggling to stay in place.
My whole life I have tried to do the right thing, to choose to do good.
The slope becomes too steep, and Fox slide off into the black. The spotlight goes off.
Darkness.
A voice.
I guess no-one stays in the light forever.
Light returns, dimmer now, but still enough to see Bloodied Fox now stands on level ground once more, up close to fill the view.
Team Fairtex, I want you to remember that what comes next is of your choosing. I offered respect for your strategy and you accuse me of whining. You crow about being at press conferences we were never invited to, that we couldn't have made anyway because of the AWF schedule, a schedule you'd never be able to withstand given Tong's piss weak showing at Fired Up. Then, to cap it all off, you feel the need to throw in some homophobia. Maybe you're angling for a payday in Saudi Arabia. Maybe you want Trump to say something nice about you. Maybe you're just pig ignorant fuckheads. I don't really care the reason why. Should I sink to your level now? Make some shitty corona virus gag? Or maybe go full UKIP and make 'slitty eye' gestures and call you 'ching chong chinamen' or something equally disgusting and racist?
No. I'm better than you. I'm just gonna kick both your fucking heads in.
I wanted this to be a match, an athletic competition between four skilled combatants. Now it's going to be two badarses beating the absolute shit out of two braindead bigots. I'm done playing nice with you, done pretending that you are worth my respect and attention, done making the good choice to not give you exactly what you deserve. You've made me angry, and that means that evil Fox gets to come out and play. I suppose it's possible this is what you wanted in the first place, figuring I'll be easier to deal with when I'm pissed off. You're about to find out how very wrong you are.
The lights go off.
Darkness.
A voice.
Remember: your choice; not mine.
A voice.
The world is simpler if you view everything in binary. Good and Evil.
Light...
A spotlight snaps on, and we see Bloodied Fox standing in it.
...and Dark.
The light snaps off as abruptly as it came on, returning us to black.
The truth, of course, is not so simple.
People are not simple.
The spotlight again. Bloodied Fox again.
Within us all exists the light and the dark. Good and evil. What defines us is what we choose to do.
The spotlight moves forward, leaving Fox behind in the dark.
Do we choose to do that which is evil?
Fox steps forward, returning to the centre of the spotlight once more.
Do we choose to do that which is good?
Even that choice is not simple. The choice we make is affected by circumstance.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the floor begins to tilt, Fox having to adjust his footing to hold his position in the spotlight.
A strong enough push one way or the other can overcome even the greatest determination. The question becomes not what you choose, but how long you can maintain your choice.
The floor moves past the 45 degree angle, Fox is clearly struggling to stay in place.
My whole life I have tried to do the right thing, to choose to do good.
The slope becomes too steep, and Fox slide off into the black. The spotlight goes off.
Darkness.
A voice.
I guess no-one stays in the light forever.
Light returns, dimmer now, but still enough to see Bloodied Fox now stands on level ground once more, up close to fill the view.
Team Fairtex, I want you to remember that what comes next is of your choosing. I offered respect for your strategy and you accuse me of whining. You crow about being at press conferences we were never invited to, that we couldn't have made anyway because of the AWF schedule, a schedule you'd never be able to withstand given Tong's piss weak showing at Fired Up. Then, to cap it all off, you feel the need to throw in some homophobia. Maybe you're angling for a payday in Saudi Arabia. Maybe you want Trump to say something nice about you. Maybe you're just pig ignorant fuckheads. I don't really care the reason why. Should I sink to your level now? Make some shitty corona virus gag? Or maybe go full UKIP and make 'slitty eye' gestures and call you 'ching chong chinamen' or something equally disgusting and racist?
No. I'm better than you. I'm just gonna kick both your fucking heads in.
I wanted this to be a match, an athletic competition between four skilled combatants. Now it's going to be two badarses beating the absolute shit out of two braindead bigots. I'm done playing nice with you, done pretending that you are worth my respect and attention, done making the good choice to not give you exactly what you deserve. You've made me angry, and that means that evil Fox gets to come out and play. I suppose it's possible this is what you wanted in the first place, figuring I'll be easier to deal with when I'm pissed off. You're about to find out how very wrong you are.
The lights go off.
Darkness.
A voice.
Remember: your choice; not mine.