Post by emokid on Nov 6, 2008 9:06:32 GMT -6
(Omerta , wearing a Randy Couture shirt, and a baseball cap, stands infront of a "Guys Night Out" poster. He is enraged, but at the same time, he tries to keep a calm demeanor. Try to think of him as the Eddie Kingston of SNW.)
OMERTA: This is the last straw, Cyanide. Your reign is over. I'm going to make sure of that. I'm going to make sure thatwhatever pride you have is stripped away. You screwed me out of the biggest opprotunity of my life, now I'm going to regain my title. You are going to learn very quickly that karma is a bitch. Cyanide, let me take you back. The year was 2001. I was a senior in high school. I was wanting to start training to be a professional wrester. I had $2500 ready to take to Dean Malenko's school. Then two planes struck the twin towers. Because of those two planes, I had to sacrifice my own future to go to war. I made that sacrifice, because this was the right thing to do. You've heard the story. I'm laying in a field in Afghanistan, and I watch one of my best frends, Stephen die in my arms. I remember tears falling down mixing with the blood, hitting the wound.
Have you ever done that, Cyanide? Have you ever had a friend die in your arms. To this day, seven years later, and I'm still awestruck. I'm still in shock. I wish I could go back, and change the events on 9/11, but it's just not possible, or realistic. Death is real, and I felt it in my arms. I felt it in my grasp. This was a kid I went to elementary, and I watched him die. The most painful part was telling his family that he died. People , like Stephen, we're traditionalists. They we're Americans that died for our freedom, and our country.
Cyanide, I believe that ir's time to break your tradition. It's time that greed doesn't overcome. I am coming back for the gold, Cyanide, and there's nothing you can do.
STRENGTH, HONOR, RESPECT, OMERTA
OMERTA: This is the last straw, Cyanide. Your reign is over. I'm going to make sure of that. I'm going to make sure thatwhatever pride you have is stripped away. You screwed me out of the biggest opprotunity of my life, now I'm going to regain my title. You are going to learn very quickly that karma is a bitch. Cyanide, let me take you back. The year was 2001. I was a senior in high school. I was wanting to start training to be a professional wrester. I had $2500 ready to take to Dean Malenko's school. Then two planes struck the twin towers. Because of those two planes, I had to sacrifice my own future to go to war. I made that sacrifice, because this was the right thing to do. You've heard the story. I'm laying in a field in Afghanistan, and I watch one of my best frends, Stephen die in my arms. I remember tears falling down mixing with the blood, hitting the wound.
Have you ever done that, Cyanide? Have you ever had a friend die in your arms. To this day, seven years later, and I'm still awestruck. I'm still in shock. I wish I could go back, and change the events on 9/11, but it's just not possible, or realistic. Death is real, and I felt it in my arms. I felt it in my grasp. This was a kid I went to elementary, and I watched him die. The most painful part was telling his family that he died. People , like Stephen, we're traditionalists. They we're Americans that died for our freedom, and our country.
Cyanide, I believe that ir's time to break your tradition. It's time that greed doesn't overcome. I am coming back for the gold, Cyanide, and there's nothing you can do.
STRENGTH, HONOR, RESPECT, OMERTA
