Roleplay Heading Here .:[ECE's next X Rated Event is on the horizon as Maniac attempts to erase the memories of his loss at X Rated..Will he do it?Tune in to X Rated to Find Out!]:. .:[So we've come to a crossroads. A time for you to decide whether you want to see an untalented, worthless ECE "Star" defeat a man that deep down inside your darkened heart, you know is your saviour... your Martyr. The scene opens up inside a dark, vacated stairwell. A man is sitting on the cold, unforgiving grey cement. He has on a black leather jacket, ragged blue denim jeans. His dirty blonde hair has fallen over his face, masking his eyes and facial features from the world. He begins to speak to you. ]:. [Maniac] They say for you to start over... to create a proverbial "clean slate", if you may... you need to retrace your steps. You need to look back at the footsteps you've made, the trail you've embarked on in the path that is your life. I came to ECE, hoping for a clean slate. I came here, with the false hope that this company may have been different from the rest. My fate had already been accepted- I had accepted my role within society. But that last flicker of light in a cold winter's wind still burned... that is, until just a few days ago. It seems that many people within ECE have become intimidated by my presence in the company. They have spoken to the powers-that-be upstairs, they have tarnished my name. For what, you ask? To do what this world has done to me since the day I was born from my mother's poisonous womb- spit on my very existence. This world, it shows no pity on lost souls like me. People who embark on a journey through the darkness to find themselves, are looked upon as social outcasts. And once again, without fail, people have tried to bury me. People have spoke out about my controversial ways, in a hope that my presence in this company will be short-lived. Well I will let it be known from this moment forward that I've been spit on, beaten, mutilated, and left for dead. But still, I stand here infront of you, the Martyr who personifies all your personal demons, asking for more. Begging for society to shovel more shit in my direction. I've accepted things will never change. I was never supposed to make it this far, but here I am, infront of all of you pathetic ingrates. Standing infront of you... symbolizing every fear that grasps your soul. This world has rejected me... and so have you. They say only once you hit rock bottom, do you truly find yourself. Well if that's the case, I have become quite comfortable with myself. Infact, I've dwelled at rock bottom my entire life. Whether it was at school where I was despised for my differences, or at home where I was beaten for my shortcomings, or even in the fucking industry I SLAVED FOR... I've never been given a hand. No one's ever reached out to me, all they've ever done is stomp me further and further into the ground. And the common sheep in the back, who I do not wish to associate with, have attempted once again to push me further into the bottom of this organization. But what they fail to realize, is that fate is not something that can be tampered with. Fate is not something you can change... only accept, and in time, embrace. They believe that by tarnishing my existence here, that they will not suffer at my wrath. Little do they know, their fate has been deemed to be another chapter in what shall be known as the Prophecy. You can try to belittle me, humiliate me, and even spit upon the hard work I put into this company... but you will just be wasting your time. There's no disappointment I haven't felt, no sorrow that hasn't risen over me like a plague. Save your breath, because sooner or late your destiny will hit you smack in the face- and you will feel my Fury Unleashed. Your Fate Has Been Sealed. .:[ Some intense words from the ECE Southern Champion. Those who have spoken out against this controversial character surely know who they are... and what awaits them.]:. .:[So we've come to a crossroads. A time for you to decide whether you want to see an untalented, worthless ECE "Star" defeat a man that deep down inside your darkened heart, you know is your saviour... your Martyr. The scene opens up inside a dark, vacated stairwell. A man is sitting on the cold, unforgiving grey cement. He has on a black leather jacket, ragged blue denim jeans. His dirty blonde hair has fallen over his face, masking his eyes and facial features from the world. He begins to speak to you. ]:. [Maniac] At X Rated this Monday, I will further solidify the fact that the Prophecy is not a mere attempt at salvation that can be cast aside by a few intimidated ingrates within this organization. At X Rated, I promise to cast upon TJ Alexander such humiliation, such degradation, that they will not be able to show their faces in this company again. There's comes a time, when a point must be made. Jesus Christ died on the cross. Moses led his people across the sea. And on Monday night, I will become victor for the people that follow behind me. The people that in the eyes of the common man do not exist. The people that dwell on your streets, eat from your dumpsters. The people who have looked to a saviour who does not promise 'salvation' in the after-life, but a Martyr who promises them protection in their time on this wretched planet. Call it what you may, a cult, a following, but the fact still remains that I am their Martyr... without me, they have nothing. These Ingrates, they've chosen to remain quiet since they were informed of their ill fate. They've chosen to stay in the shadows, hoping that come X Rated, they may wake up from this nightmare. This is no nightmare, gentlemen. In fact, it is a revelation. In the dictionary, it describes a revelation as being something revealed in a dramatic fashion that was not previously known or realized. Well, come X Rated... there WILL be a revelation. This company will have no choice but to take notice of the Prophecy that is poisoning their locker rooms, their television programs, their locker room. Let me assure you, Ervin... that there are wrestlers in the back here who feel that they have been mistreated. Wrestlers who foresee no hope in their future, no light at the end of the tunnel. I am here.. for these people. They look upon me as their Martyr, their savior, their shining hope. Do you honestly think that at X Rated, I will let my followers down, Ervin? The Prophecy has already began to plague your locker room... how much longer before it sweeps over your company?