Post by wadjethotep on Apr 14, 2016 19:01:39 GMT -5
He wasn't sure what told him he had to go there but it wasn't something he was going to fight. Intuition was something that deserved to be trusted. It was a lesson that was becoming more and more apparent over time. Plus it was a safe haven to visit. The stress and rush of things was at its peak. The number of days to countdown was getting remarkably slim. It was something he was taking both solace and dread it. “At least it will finally be over”, words that were supposed to bring a sense of comfort that for some reason never came. It was likely due to the fear of the unknown that still lurker over him. After this there were no plans. Just a few ideas and propositions that had almost no certainty among them.
The only true idea that kept resurging was to buy a boat. From there who knows. The type of boat wasn't even decided yet. Whether or not just to get one for good fishing or one to take out to sea were the repetitive questions to go along with the idea. Maybe the thought kept returning because he always assumed that's what people do when they retire. They get boats.
His body was still sore and hurting after the match in Russia. It was truly one of the greatest moments of his career. It was also one of the few matches he ever had where there was a mutual feeling of love between the two opponents. Something that will be a direct opposite of the next few contests.
As he pulled up on to the curb of his brothers house he could feel something churning in his stomach’s pit. It was a feeling he knew. A feeling for some reason he thought was behind him. Instead it was making a grand return at a time most opportune. It was the feeling of pure unadulterated anger. Something that once consumed him. Something that likely would until this weekend draws to a close. Something that will aid him greatly. He got out of his truck and walked up the sidewalk to the door. Once inside he scaled the staircase and then walked through the hallway that turned with sharp angles. It was there he stood before a door. The jam was broken and the handle was gone. An incident caused by his own rage.
As he opened the door to the room that his brother gave to him it was the first time he realized that he really did start with nothing. A matress on the floor. Milkcrate for a night stand. A thirty two inch Samsung television on a dresser. When he started out as Prince Wadjethotep this was all he had. These were his earthly belongings, and they weren’t even his. They were things his brother had to spare. Since then everything changed. He went from this to owning homes on multiple continents. Having more stuff than he could pack into this one room. Yet in the end he would always come back here as a reminder of what he started with.
Now it was crazy to think that it was nearly over. April 23rd will be the last match. A date that is closing in fast. At first it seemed like he wouldn’t get the chance to have a real farewell in his home country. Instead it would have just been a pointless match in Texas. Fortunately for him he has friends in high enough places to make some things work for him. But this match is more than just a true farewell to his fans in the states. No, this is a chance at something much greater. Revenge.
He walked around the room. A number of memories swirled him. He remembered when he first came here. He had less than nothing. Only the clothes on his back. His brother sat him down at the dining room table and asked him what he was going to do with his life. It was an easy answer. Be a pro wrestler. Jackson, his brother, said to him “no, really?’. Ty remembers telling him it wasn’t a joke and he would see. Only months later he would be in PDW living a dream.
Since then a lot of dreams have been lived. He followed his calling. He became a world champion. The world was at his feet for a period of time. Then it all came crashing to the ground. Now the drive isn’t there anymore. Or at least it wasn’t. Then when the approval for his entrance into the Gold Rush Rumble came and the fire that was barely lit was cranked up to ten. He thought he was motivated to face Lacey Allen Cohen. Then this came. A match that might be more important to him than his final match. Even though there may be twenty seven other people in this match. It’s only one he truly cares about. The one he came to face. The one who ruined him. It’s time for revenge.
He turned the light on in the room and placed a chair in the middle of it. Ty then set up the camcorder. It was time.
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The camera begins to roll on an empty chair in a mostly empty room. It’s colour a dull pale yellow. The windows covered with blankets instead of blinds. It screaming working poor. That was when the figure began to appear in the right corner of the screen before sitting down in the chair. Now sitting there before the world is TGH. His face looks like stone. Emotion nowhere near it. Something oddly confusing considering the time and the importance of this match. He begins to speak in a slow somber tone.
“FGA is a promotion I’ve known about for what seems like forever at this point. It’s also a promotion that I’ve long wanted to be involved with. There was a time I considered trying to see if I could be apart of their roster but it just didn’t fit with my schedule at the time. I honestly thought I was going to go my whole career without stopping here once. Something I would have likely regretted. Now I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll get my chance to step between the ropes of the FGA ring and show their fan base exactly what I was about during my career. However this match is just a little bit different.”
“It’s the Gold Rush Rumble. The winner of this grand affair will then go on to challenge for the FGA World Championship. It’s nothing to take lightly. This is a really big deal. But what if you won’t be around for All Star Showdown? What happens if you plan on retiring in days that can be counted in single digits? Well then you would be me.”
“People would call me a waste of a spot. Just a random outsider who used this as a spot on his retirement tour to draw some sympathy heat from the crowd. I am an outsider. I am a person who does not have a good chance at winning this rumble. But this match isn’t random. Nothing about my place here is random. I am here for a very good reason. It’s simple. I am here to murder Izzy Anders.”
The first sign of emotion is then seen when a smirk cracks on his face.
“On February 22nd my entire world crumbled. I went to bed that night not the same man I woke up. It was on that day that I lost my face. I lost my identity. Since then it’s kind of been going through the motions while trying to maintain some type of personality. For this match I don’t have to do any of that. The fire is there. The intensity is there. Revenge is a very powerful motivator. So now here I sit. Counting down the hours till the moment where the two of us will be across the ring from each other. Just waiting for the moment where I can finally get my hands on you. When I can finally make you pay for what you’ve done.”
“There are people that would call me crazy. Asking why would I enter a match of this magnitude just for a grudge. I can get their concerns but that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen to them. Instead I’m going to go in there and make you humble Izzy. I am going to make you pay for all of your past transgressions. I am your ghost of christmas past Izzy, except that you can’t extinguish me.”
“I may have overlooked you last time we faced Izzy. I ignored all the signs that you were a serious challenger. Mostly because when it came to matters of SSWA I was very good at getting the job done. Not many people bested me there. Even fewer actually beat me when there was something at stake on the line. Then you came in riding on a red horse and with your great sword you defeated me Izzy. You watched with glee as that mask came off from my face. You felt as if you had accomplished it all. To you it was all said and done. Except it isn’t.”
“To be fair there was a time where I thought I would never get the chance to face you again. However I thought to myself surely there will be a chance. Looks like that faith got me somewhere. It turned out to be true. Maybe it’s Wadjet giving me one last favor.”
TGH let out a small laugh. His once emotionless body now taking life. Sitting up straight in the chair. His tone becoming more enthusiastic and brooding.
“This time Izzy I know what you’re about. I know what you're capable of. And this meeting couldn’t have happened in a better place. When you defeated me Izzy you walked right into my home. You sat in my chair and put your feet up on my table. You desecrated what I considered holy. Now it only seems right that the favor be returned. I have broken through your front door Izzy. I’ve looked at all your accolades. I see your Mid Atlantic Legacy championship Izzy. I see that you’ve held it since last summer. I see the great names that you’ve defeated since winning the title. I see that you took what was intended to be a lower tier title and raised it to heights it never thought it would reach. I’ve seen the hot air balloon that is your ego continue to swell at record speed. Then there I am inside your home, and I’m holding a pin.”
“I know you don’t take me seriously Izzy. That’s fine. In fact that’s absolutely fucking perfect. I didn’t take you seriously. Look how that turned up. So go ahead, I implore you to keep your current mindstate. I beg of you to keep on thinking that you’re going to stroll into this rumble and walk away the winner. Please, keep me at the bottom of your list of worries. I can’t wait to see what happens when I surprise you.
“Now I get it. Some of you are wondering what about the rest of the people in the match? What do I have to say about them? How do I feel about them? What are my plans on taking on all those other names. My goal is simple. To survive long enough to murder Izzy. There are a lot of big names in this rumble. With these big names are also the names of friends. Friends like Annie, Fujiko, Ruby, Ricky, and especially Pat. Friends I would love to see make it all the way to the end of this thing. So if someone needs help then who am I to not oblige in helping them on their quest?”
TGH shrugs jokingly before getting back on point.
“Izzy isn’t the only person I have unfinished business with in this match either. While I may have just mentioned Pat as a friend I know he wasn’t satisfied with the outcome of our only singles match. A match where poor referee placement landed me the win and landed Pat unconscious. I know he wants to make up for that. I don’t blame him. But Pat this isn’t the time for it. No, I have bigger fish to fry here my friend. I can get that you were upset about how things went down but this pales in comparison to what I have gone through with Izzy Anders. Then there’s Salem. Salem beat me in the Young Guns Cup. A tournament I had the highest hopes of winning. A tournament where I wanted to prove to the world just how good I was. How I had been honest all those times I told the world I was one of the best professional wrestlers in the world under the age of twenty five. I was proven to be wrong. I exited earlier than I anticipated. Now I get a chance to try and redeem that. While my goal is to murder Izzy Anders I would not be against eliminating you Salem. It’s nothing personal. It’s just my only chance to try and redeem a wrong that I feel has been cast upon me.”
TGH then reaches over to the milkcrate in the room that served as a nightstand. He grabs the original Prince Wadjethotep mask. He stares into it before looking up at the camera. The anger on his face apparent.
“This was me. This was my whole world. You took it from me. It’s a favor I would love to return ten fold Izzy. I would love to have been able to drag this out. To have been a thorn in your side for weeks or even months. To have slowly broken you down. To watch the anguish on your face every time I would appear just to cause you more grief. Perhaps I could have even taken that title from you in the best form of revenge I think I could get on you. Instead I have to settle for second best. I know you want that FGA World title Izzy. I know how bad you want everyone to have to admit that you’re the best this promotion has to offer. You want to be the direction of everyone’s ire when they all want to take it from you. Those are the emotions that fuel you. Now while the chances of this happening are high, it’s not going to happen anytime soon. I am going to be the sole person who makes sure of that.”
“Just like you took away my mask I am going to take away your chance of challenging for that title. I am going to play the role of the spoiler Izzy. Not some generic form of it either. I am going to drag you all around that ring. I am going to beat the everloving shit out of you. If you’re not bleeding three minutes after we meet in that ring then that means I’m already behind. I am going to paint that mat with your blood. It is going to literally drip from the turnbuckles. I want everyone else in the ring besides us to be horrified by the grotesque mess that will be made. I want people in that ring that absolutely hate you to feel completely sorry for you. I want everyone in that front row wish they had a towel they could throw in for you.”
“I want you, a person who thinks of herself so high and mighty, to feel completely and utterly broken as my foot rests on your head. As the blood pours from your body I want you to remember exactly what you did to bring this on.”
TGH holds up the mask for the world to see.
“I want you to remember what you took from me. I want you to wish that you could give it all back. That you could make all of this just disappear. But you can’t Izzy. You dug your grave. Now I’m just going to violently place you in it. Then I can ride off into the sunset Izzy. I will have accomplished everything I ever wanted to. I will thank the crowd for everything. I will thank my family who will be in attendance for everything that they’ve done for me. I will be grateful to FGA for the opportunity. I will be humble in my exit. Something you could never be.”
“Honestly as all of this draws to a close I see a lot of things more clearly now. It’s still hard to believe that I went from a kid from Upstate New York with absolutely nothing into a man who’s traveled nearly the entire world and main evented in places I never would have dreamed off. I’ve had people scream my name at the top of their lungs in places like New Zealand and Russia. It’s been a crazy and wild ride. A ride that started it’s last loop the night you beat me Izzy.”
“So I have to finish this goal. I can’t leave without finishing what I started. This has to come full circle. If I don’t finish this chapter then the book doesn’t have the happy ending. Most of my life has been a tragedy so far Izzy. One that you have compiled to. It’s only right it gets to end the right way. That the evil face stealing monster is finally vanquished for once and for all.”
“That’s how fairy tales work Izzy, but I know this isn’t one of them. No this is a war. I’ve constantly relived the moment when you hit me with the Capetown sunset. I’ve thought of countless ways I could have avoided it. Then I remember after the match I shook your hand and then raised it. I was man enough to admit you bested me. I gave you my respect. Instead of accepting it you chose to continue to be disrespectful. You brought this vengeance upon yourself Izzy. So when the moment comes and I throw you headfirst out of that ring. When you land on your face and neck I want it all to sink in. Then I want it to be you who has to replay the moment in your mind thousands of times. I want it to be you who just wished that you did something different. That the outcome had just turned out in your way. I want to make you regret Izzy. I want to make you regret every decision you’ve made since you decided to fuck with me. I want you to realize that I was the wrong person to go after.”
TGH then sits forward in his chair. His elbows resting on his knees. His hands grasped together with fingers interlocking.
“So go ahead Izzy climb up back on your red horse. For people will slay each other. Take hold of your great sword. Then as you ride forward into battle you will stop and behold a pale horse. And he who sits on it only has one intention for you, death. Authority will be given to him and your fate will be sealed.”
“It’s time for you to face your sins Izzy. Your time on this earth is over. I am going to make sure of it. Then another name will be added to my list. I will be more than Prince Wadjethotep. I will be more than TGH. I will be more than Ty Hall. I will be the man that murdered Izzy Anders.”
With that the scene fades to black.
The only true idea that kept resurging was to buy a boat. From there who knows. The type of boat wasn't even decided yet. Whether or not just to get one for good fishing or one to take out to sea were the repetitive questions to go along with the idea. Maybe the thought kept returning because he always assumed that's what people do when they retire. They get boats.
His body was still sore and hurting after the match in Russia. It was truly one of the greatest moments of his career. It was also one of the few matches he ever had where there was a mutual feeling of love between the two opponents. Something that will be a direct opposite of the next few contests.
As he pulled up on to the curb of his brothers house he could feel something churning in his stomach’s pit. It was a feeling he knew. A feeling for some reason he thought was behind him. Instead it was making a grand return at a time most opportune. It was the feeling of pure unadulterated anger. Something that once consumed him. Something that likely would until this weekend draws to a close. Something that will aid him greatly. He got out of his truck and walked up the sidewalk to the door. Once inside he scaled the staircase and then walked through the hallway that turned with sharp angles. It was there he stood before a door. The jam was broken and the handle was gone. An incident caused by his own rage.
As he opened the door to the room that his brother gave to him it was the first time he realized that he really did start with nothing. A matress on the floor. Milkcrate for a night stand. A thirty two inch Samsung television on a dresser. When he started out as Prince Wadjethotep this was all he had. These were his earthly belongings, and they weren’t even his. They were things his brother had to spare. Since then everything changed. He went from this to owning homes on multiple continents. Having more stuff than he could pack into this one room. Yet in the end he would always come back here as a reminder of what he started with.
Now it was crazy to think that it was nearly over. April 23rd will be the last match. A date that is closing in fast. At first it seemed like he wouldn’t get the chance to have a real farewell in his home country. Instead it would have just been a pointless match in Texas. Fortunately for him he has friends in high enough places to make some things work for him. But this match is more than just a true farewell to his fans in the states. No, this is a chance at something much greater. Revenge.
He walked around the room. A number of memories swirled him. He remembered when he first came here. He had less than nothing. Only the clothes on his back. His brother sat him down at the dining room table and asked him what he was going to do with his life. It was an easy answer. Be a pro wrestler. Jackson, his brother, said to him “no, really?’. Ty remembers telling him it wasn’t a joke and he would see. Only months later he would be in PDW living a dream.
Since then a lot of dreams have been lived. He followed his calling. He became a world champion. The world was at his feet for a period of time. Then it all came crashing to the ground. Now the drive isn’t there anymore. Or at least it wasn’t. Then when the approval for his entrance into the Gold Rush Rumble came and the fire that was barely lit was cranked up to ten. He thought he was motivated to face Lacey Allen Cohen. Then this came. A match that might be more important to him than his final match. Even though there may be twenty seven other people in this match. It’s only one he truly cares about. The one he came to face. The one who ruined him. It’s time for revenge.
He turned the light on in the room and placed a chair in the middle of it. Ty then set up the camcorder. It was time.
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The camera begins to roll on an empty chair in a mostly empty room. It’s colour a dull pale yellow. The windows covered with blankets instead of blinds. It screaming working poor. That was when the figure began to appear in the right corner of the screen before sitting down in the chair. Now sitting there before the world is TGH. His face looks like stone. Emotion nowhere near it. Something oddly confusing considering the time and the importance of this match. He begins to speak in a slow somber tone.
“FGA is a promotion I’ve known about for what seems like forever at this point. It’s also a promotion that I’ve long wanted to be involved with. There was a time I considered trying to see if I could be apart of their roster but it just didn’t fit with my schedule at the time. I honestly thought I was going to go my whole career without stopping here once. Something I would have likely regretted. Now I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll get my chance to step between the ropes of the FGA ring and show their fan base exactly what I was about during my career. However this match is just a little bit different.”
“It’s the Gold Rush Rumble. The winner of this grand affair will then go on to challenge for the FGA World Championship. It’s nothing to take lightly. This is a really big deal. But what if you won’t be around for All Star Showdown? What happens if you plan on retiring in days that can be counted in single digits? Well then you would be me.”
“People would call me a waste of a spot. Just a random outsider who used this as a spot on his retirement tour to draw some sympathy heat from the crowd. I am an outsider. I am a person who does not have a good chance at winning this rumble. But this match isn’t random. Nothing about my place here is random. I am here for a very good reason. It’s simple. I am here to murder Izzy Anders.”
The first sign of emotion is then seen when a smirk cracks on his face.
“On February 22nd my entire world crumbled. I went to bed that night not the same man I woke up. It was on that day that I lost my face. I lost my identity. Since then it’s kind of been going through the motions while trying to maintain some type of personality. For this match I don’t have to do any of that. The fire is there. The intensity is there. Revenge is a very powerful motivator. So now here I sit. Counting down the hours till the moment where the two of us will be across the ring from each other. Just waiting for the moment where I can finally get my hands on you. When I can finally make you pay for what you’ve done.”
“There are people that would call me crazy. Asking why would I enter a match of this magnitude just for a grudge. I can get their concerns but that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen to them. Instead I’m going to go in there and make you humble Izzy. I am going to make you pay for all of your past transgressions. I am your ghost of christmas past Izzy, except that you can’t extinguish me.”
“I may have overlooked you last time we faced Izzy. I ignored all the signs that you were a serious challenger. Mostly because when it came to matters of SSWA I was very good at getting the job done. Not many people bested me there. Even fewer actually beat me when there was something at stake on the line. Then you came in riding on a red horse and with your great sword you defeated me Izzy. You watched with glee as that mask came off from my face. You felt as if you had accomplished it all. To you it was all said and done. Except it isn’t.”
“To be fair there was a time where I thought I would never get the chance to face you again. However I thought to myself surely there will be a chance. Looks like that faith got me somewhere. It turned out to be true. Maybe it’s Wadjet giving me one last favor.”
TGH let out a small laugh. His once emotionless body now taking life. Sitting up straight in the chair. His tone becoming more enthusiastic and brooding.
“This time Izzy I know what you’re about. I know what you're capable of. And this meeting couldn’t have happened in a better place. When you defeated me Izzy you walked right into my home. You sat in my chair and put your feet up on my table. You desecrated what I considered holy. Now it only seems right that the favor be returned. I have broken through your front door Izzy. I’ve looked at all your accolades. I see your Mid Atlantic Legacy championship Izzy. I see that you’ve held it since last summer. I see the great names that you’ve defeated since winning the title. I see that you took what was intended to be a lower tier title and raised it to heights it never thought it would reach. I’ve seen the hot air balloon that is your ego continue to swell at record speed. Then there I am inside your home, and I’m holding a pin.”
“I know you don’t take me seriously Izzy. That’s fine. In fact that’s absolutely fucking perfect. I didn’t take you seriously. Look how that turned up. So go ahead, I implore you to keep your current mindstate. I beg of you to keep on thinking that you’re going to stroll into this rumble and walk away the winner. Please, keep me at the bottom of your list of worries. I can’t wait to see what happens when I surprise you.
“Now I get it. Some of you are wondering what about the rest of the people in the match? What do I have to say about them? How do I feel about them? What are my plans on taking on all those other names. My goal is simple. To survive long enough to murder Izzy. There are a lot of big names in this rumble. With these big names are also the names of friends. Friends like Annie, Fujiko, Ruby, Ricky, and especially Pat. Friends I would love to see make it all the way to the end of this thing. So if someone needs help then who am I to not oblige in helping them on their quest?”
TGH shrugs jokingly before getting back on point.
“Izzy isn’t the only person I have unfinished business with in this match either. While I may have just mentioned Pat as a friend I know he wasn’t satisfied with the outcome of our only singles match. A match where poor referee placement landed me the win and landed Pat unconscious. I know he wants to make up for that. I don’t blame him. But Pat this isn’t the time for it. No, I have bigger fish to fry here my friend. I can get that you were upset about how things went down but this pales in comparison to what I have gone through with Izzy Anders. Then there’s Salem. Salem beat me in the Young Guns Cup. A tournament I had the highest hopes of winning. A tournament where I wanted to prove to the world just how good I was. How I had been honest all those times I told the world I was one of the best professional wrestlers in the world under the age of twenty five. I was proven to be wrong. I exited earlier than I anticipated. Now I get a chance to try and redeem that. While my goal is to murder Izzy Anders I would not be against eliminating you Salem. It’s nothing personal. It’s just my only chance to try and redeem a wrong that I feel has been cast upon me.”
TGH then reaches over to the milkcrate in the room that served as a nightstand. He grabs the original Prince Wadjethotep mask. He stares into it before looking up at the camera. The anger on his face apparent.
“This was me. This was my whole world. You took it from me. It’s a favor I would love to return ten fold Izzy. I would love to have been able to drag this out. To have been a thorn in your side for weeks or even months. To have slowly broken you down. To watch the anguish on your face every time I would appear just to cause you more grief. Perhaps I could have even taken that title from you in the best form of revenge I think I could get on you. Instead I have to settle for second best. I know you want that FGA World title Izzy. I know how bad you want everyone to have to admit that you’re the best this promotion has to offer. You want to be the direction of everyone’s ire when they all want to take it from you. Those are the emotions that fuel you. Now while the chances of this happening are high, it’s not going to happen anytime soon. I am going to be the sole person who makes sure of that.”
“Just like you took away my mask I am going to take away your chance of challenging for that title. I am going to play the role of the spoiler Izzy. Not some generic form of it either. I am going to drag you all around that ring. I am going to beat the everloving shit out of you. If you’re not bleeding three minutes after we meet in that ring then that means I’m already behind. I am going to paint that mat with your blood. It is going to literally drip from the turnbuckles. I want everyone else in the ring besides us to be horrified by the grotesque mess that will be made. I want people in that ring that absolutely hate you to feel completely sorry for you. I want everyone in that front row wish they had a towel they could throw in for you.”
“I want you, a person who thinks of herself so high and mighty, to feel completely and utterly broken as my foot rests on your head. As the blood pours from your body I want you to remember exactly what you did to bring this on.”
TGH holds up the mask for the world to see.
“I want you to remember what you took from me. I want you to wish that you could give it all back. That you could make all of this just disappear. But you can’t Izzy. You dug your grave. Now I’m just going to violently place you in it. Then I can ride off into the sunset Izzy. I will have accomplished everything I ever wanted to. I will thank the crowd for everything. I will thank my family who will be in attendance for everything that they’ve done for me. I will be grateful to FGA for the opportunity. I will be humble in my exit. Something you could never be.”
“Honestly as all of this draws to a close I see a lot of things more clearly now. It’s still hard to believe that I went from a kid from Upstate New York with absolutely nothing into a man who’s traveled nearly the entire world and main evented in places I never would have dreamed off. I’ve had people scream my name at the top of their lungs in places like New Zealand and Russia. It’s been a crazy and wild ride. A ride that started it’s last loop the night you beat me Izzy.”
“So I have to finish this goal. I can’t leave without finishing what I started. This has to come full circle. If I don’t finish this chapter then the book doesn’t have the happy ending. Most of my life has been a tragedy so far Izzy. One that you have compiled to. It’s only right it gets to end the right way. That the evil face stealing monster is finally vanquished for once and for all.”
“That’s how fairy tales work Izzy, but I know this isn’t one of them. No this is a war. I’ve constantly relived the moment when you hit me with the Capetown sunset. I’ve thought of countless ways I could have avoided it. Then I remember after the match I shook your hand and then raised it. I was man enough to admit you bested me. I gave you my respect. Instead of accepting it you chose to continue to be disrespectful. You brought this vengeance upon yourself Izzy. So when the moment comes and I throw you headfirst out of that ring. When you land on your face and neck I want it all to sink in. Then I want it to be you who has to replay the moment in your mind thousands of times. I want it to be you who just wished that you did something different. That the outcome had just turned out in your way. I want to make you regret Izzy. I want to make you regret every decision you’ve made since you decided to fuck with me. I want you to realize that I was the wrong person to go after.”
TGH then sits forward in his chair. His elbows resting on his knees. His hands grasped together with fingers interlocking.
“So go ahead Izzy climb up back on your red horse. For people will slay each other. Take hold of your great sword. Then as you ride forward into battle you will stop and behold a pale horse. And he who sits on it only has one intention for you, death. Authority will be given to him and your fate will be sealed.”
“It’s time for you to face your sins Izzy. Your time on this earth is over. I am going to make sure of it. Then another name will be added to my list. I will be more than Prince Wadjethotep. I will be more than TGH. I will be more than Ty Hall. I will be the man that murdered Izzy Anders.”
With that the scene fades to black.