Post by raze on Mar 1, 2024 15:34:05 GMT -8
"Wasn't Legendary informative? What a wealth of information I learned that night!"
Jericho Cross, better known as Raze, stands dressed in his usual style of outfit, black and white camo cargos trousers, black combat boots, Alice in Chains t-shirt under a biker vest and his hair down.
"Douglas Crane, you again tried to poke at something in the hopes provoking a reawakening. Well, then..."
The lights go out and a loud hiss is heard as his face is bathed in the clashing of red and green light from two different flares.
"I've spent the last day going over and over it in my head, what you had to say to me, and there's only one conclusion I can reach. You're right. Holding back the rage and trying to curb the brutality had held me back in the ring. I can't deny it now, it's exactly as you said it was. I thought I could leave that behind me, be a good man and keep the ferocity that put me on top. I tried to change too drastically, I see that now. So, whatever else happens, Douglas... thank you. Thank you for helping me to see that, to see the truth. And that truth, plain and simple, is that I'm not a good man. Not really. So maybe it's time to keep nice ol' Jerry outside the ring, and be Raze Inside it, the true Raze! Maybe it's time I live up to that name and the name I built with it!"
He looks down at the flares, which have been set into church candle holders to keep them steady, nodding his head, as though confirming something.
"Maybe it is time to show you a little bit. Not much, just a little of what I keep inside. Maybe it is time to let a little chaos take hold. After all, it's that chaos I've been adapting to my entire life! So maybe I should be what I was once again."
He holds up a finger, as one does when either calling attention to something.
"But, like I said at your match, and I don't know if you heard this or not, you better be sure about this! Whether you come to me with closed fist or open hand, be sure about what you want, because I've had people regret me granting that wish before, when they chose wrong. You need to reach a final decision on that consensus you mentioned and you'd better be damned certain of what comes with that choice."
He stops for a moment, giving himself time to keep his thoughts ordered.
"See, I've told Rowena, truthfully, that I've been what she is now..."
He paused for a brief flicker of a moment, breathing a little harder.
"But I've been you too. But then, you already got a sense of that, didn't you? Your match told me what I need to know for now. Doubtless, there will be other pieces of information I'll need to infer from context in the future, but you told me something in your match. That phrase again, 'release me', it's looking more and more like my guess was correct."
He gives a smile fans haven't seen for a long time; that 'devil's grin' he was once known for. A knowing, sly smirk that could suggest a myriad of things to any given observer. That glint that stayed dormant for years returns to its rightful place in his eye, changing the way he looks into something many 1WM fans have never seen from him before. His face. His voice. His choice of words. The result of his soul searching appeared to be clear, but to what degree?
"I could grant that wish too. I could be your genie, but you know what they say about wishes. I very well could release it... or kill it."
The grin widens and his eyes narrow. He couldn't help but notice it in himself, how could he not? The temptation, the urging from what may be a kindred spirit, in a twisted sort of way. He felt the stirring of what he had set away. He gulped down the desire to give in all the way, but the change in his face and tone give him away.
"So... what'll it be? You want it to be released, in the sense of staying at the surface, never to be pushed down again... or in the sense that you'll go the rest of your life, never again hearing that voice, no matter how hard you search for it? Or, perhaps, you want to learn how to keep it quiet until it's needed. So many choices for so many voices! So many ways to trip yourself up if you choose hastily."
He takes a deep breath, putting his head back as he inhalers, closing his eyes as he holds for a second, before bringing his head back down during the slow exhale, setting a gaze back to the camera suggestive of relief or a restrained kind of rapture in the resetting of his internal balance.
"Patience, Dougie? Why not. I'll be waiting quite eagerly for your final decision, one that will shape your career- perhaps even your life- in ways you may not hàve anticipated. No pressure. In the meantime, I have a champion to dethrone. See you soon"
With a smirk, clenched jaw, slightly narrowed eyes that reflect the light of the flare, he gives a wink with his right eye, the rest of his face completely still as the feed is cut to black.
Jericho Cross, better known as Raze, stands dressed in his usual style of outfit, black and white camo cargos trousers, black combat boots, Alice in Chains t-shirt under a biker vest and his hair down.
"Douglas Crane, you again tried to poke at something in the hopes provoking a reawakening. Well, then..."
The lights go out and a loud hiss is heard as his face is bathed in the clashing of red and green light from two different flares.
"I've spent the last day going over and over it in my head, what you had to say to me, and there's only one conclusion I can reach. You're right. Holding back the rage and trying to curb the brutality had held me back in the ring. I can't deny it now, it's exactly as you said it was. I thought I could leave that behind me, be a good man and keep the ferocity that put me on top. I tried to change too drastically, I see that now. So, whatever else happens, Douglas... thank you. Thank you for helping me to see that, to see the truth. And that truth, plain and simple, is that I'm not a good man. Not really. So maybe it's time to keep nice ol' Jerry outside the ring, and be Raze Inside it, the true Raze! Maybe it's time I live up to that name and the name I built with it!"
He looks down at the flares, which have been set into church candle holders to keep them steady, nodding his head, as though confirming something.
"Maybe it is time to show you a little bit. Not much, just a little of what I keep inside. Maybe it is time to let a little chaos take hold. After all, it's that chaos I've been adapting to my entire life! So maybe I should be what I was once again."
He holds up a finger, as one does when either calling attention to something.
"But, like I said at your match, and I don't know if you heard this or not, you better be sure about this! Whether you come to me with closed fist or open hand, be sure about what you want, because I've had people regret me granting that wish before, when they chose wrong. You need to reach a final decision on that consensus you mentioned and you'd better be damned certain of what comes with that choice."
He stops for a moment, giving himself time to keep his thoughts ordered.
"See, I've told Rowena, truthfully, that I've been what she is now..."
He paused for a brief flicker of a moment, breathing a little harder.
"But I've been you too. But then, you already got a sense of that, didn't you? Your match told me what I need to know for now. Doubtless, there will be other pieces of information I'll need to infer from context in the future, but you told me something in your match. That phrase again, 'release me', it's looking more and more like my guess was correct."
He gives a smile fans haven't seen for a long time; that 'devil's grin' he was once known for. A knowing, sly smirk that could suggest a myriad of things to any given observer. That glint that stayed dormant for years returns to its rightful place in his eye, changing the way he looks into something many 1WM fans have never seen from him before. His face. His voice. His choice of words. The result of his soul searching appeared to be clear, but to what degree?
"I could grant that wish too. I could be your genie, but you know what they say about wishes. I very well could release it... or kill it."
The grin widens and his eyes narrow. He couldn't help but notice it in himself, how could he not? The temptation, the urging from what may be a kindred spirit, in a twisted sort of way. He felt the stirring of what he had set away. He gulped down the desire to give in all the way, but the change in his face and tone give him away.
"So... what'll it be? You want it to be released, in the sense of staying at the surface, never to be pushed down again... or in the sense that you'll go the rest of your life, never again hearing that voice, no matter how hard you search for it? Or, perhaps, you want to learn how to keep it quiet until it's needed. So many choices for so many voices! So many ways to trip yourself up if you choose hastily."
He takes a deep breath, putting his head back as he inhalers, closing his eyes as he holds for a second, before bringing his head back down during the slow exhale, setting a gaze back to the camera suggestive of relief or a restrained kind of rapture in the resetting of his internal balance.
"Patience, Dougie? Why not. I'll be waiting quite eagerly for your final decision, one that will shape your career- perhaps even your life- in ways you may not hàve anticipated. No pressure. In the meantime, I have a champion to dethrone. See you soon"
With a smirk, clenched jaw, slightly narrowed eyes that reflect the light of the flare, he gives a wink with his right eye, the rest of his face completely still as the feed is cut to black.