Post by Walls on Sept 18, 2021 22:03:35 GMT -5
"I warned you. I told you. I told everyone in UPW this would happen and viola. Believe me now?
In.
Behind an oaken desk sits one William Payne. Composed and rested he seems, a far cry from recent meetings. A small stack of folders sits to one side. In the back are a plethora of photos, most of Kruger Olejnik throughout his career. On a corner stand is the Patriot Cup, gleaming. Payne is dressed in a pressed navy blue suit, white shirt and deep red tie. His hair is slicked back and glasses sit upon his nose.
"Kruger Olejnik is gone from this company. For now. But he's gone. So until Das Konig decides to return to retake his throne we shall leave him in the past. He wants to be alone. He wants to be. Now we just have...
The Crimson Mask.
So let's talk about him for a scant second. While I do not represent him in the same way I represented Kruger Olejnik, I have a... relationship... with him. By relationship I mean I may be the only person he does not wish a torturous death on in this entire company. I, for one, am grateful for that."
Hand over heart he pledges this true, taking a deep breath in relief.
"The rest of you, however... I... I..."
He holds his palms up out to the side of him, shrugging.
"I don't know. I can't promise you anything, such is the weird violent mind that is The Crimson Mask. He appears and I don't know when. He does and I don't know why. You all suffer and I am sorry for that. But I did tell you this would happen and YOU caused it.
You: The Black Hand.
You: The Alliance
You: THC
You: The management and ownership of this company.
You: The fans of this company."
Tut tut he shakes his head and clicks his tongue in a trio.
"You could have not started this. You could have helped stop this but instead each and every single one of you caused this and allowed it to happen. Rushing river? You build a dam. Strong winds? Build a stronger house. You protect yourself in every day life and yet, for some reason, when this elemental force of violence begets UPW you all stand by and pretend it's not happening. When this personification of chaos and pain presents you turn the other way. So tell me... when in the future this avalanche of death crushes all will you stand by? When The Reaper comes for you will you simply stand by and shrug?
I think you will.
I, frankly think you don't have any choice.
You have presented nary a challenge to anything that's happened. Bubba and Tater have slipped into black and it comes for you.
He comes for you.
I warned you.
I told you.
Honestly, I lied... I'm not sorry. You had ample time to prepare. You didn't. He comes.
You die.
A terrible nightmare but one you let happen.
Woe to UPW. Woe to it's roster. Woe to it's management and ownership and woe to XHF for inviting this company and it's monster in."
Fin.
In.
Behind an oaken desk sits one William Payne. Composed and rested he seems, a far cry from recent meetings. A small stack of folders sits to one side. In the back are a plethora of photos, most of Kruger Olejnik throughout his career. On a corner stand is the Patriot Cup, gleaming. Payne is dressed in a pressed navy blue suit, white shirt and deep red tie. His hair is slicked back and glasses sit upon his nose.
"Kruger Olejnik is gone from this company. For now. But he's gone. So until Das Konig decides to return to retake his throne we shall leave him in the past. He wants to be alone. He wants to be. Now we just have...
The Crimson Mask.
So let's talk about him for a scant second. While I do not represent him in the same way I represented Kruger Olejnik, I have a... relationship... with him. By relationship I mean I may be the only person he does not wish a torturous death on in this entire company. I, for one, am grateful for that."
Hand over heart he pledges this true, taking a deep breath in relief.
"The rest of you, however... I... I..."
He holds his palms up out to the side of him, shrugging.
"I don't know. I can't promise you anything, such is the weird violent mind that is The Crimson Mask. He appears and I don't know when. He does and I don't know why. You all suffer and I am sorry for that. But I did tell you this would happen and YOU caused it.
You: The Black Hand.
You: The Alliance
You: THC
You: The management and ownership of this company.
You: The fans of this company."
Tut tut he shakes his head and clicks his tongue in a trio.
"You could have not started this. You could have helped stop this but instead each and every single one of you caused this and allowed it to happen. Rushing river? You build a dam. Strong winds? Build a stronger house. You protect yourself in every day life and yet, for some reason, when this elemental force of violence begets UPW you all stand by and pretend it's not happening. When this personification of chaos and pain presents you turn the other way. So tell me... when in the future this avalanche of death crushes all will you stand by? When The Reaper comes for you will you simply stand by and shrug?
I think you will.
I, frankly think you don't have any choice.
You have presented nary a challenge to anything that's happened. Bubba and Tater have slipped into black and it comes for you.
He comes for you.
I warned you.
I told you.
Honestly, I lied... I'm not sorry. You had ample time to prepare. You didn't. He comes.
You die.
A terrible nightmare but one you let happen.
Woe to UPW. Woe to it's roster. Woe to it's management and ownership and woe to XHF for inviting this company and it's monster in."
Fin.