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Post by Tracy Adkins on Aug 8, 2013 1:00:17 GMT -4
(the scène opens up in a dark nursery with Tracy Adkins sitting against the wall with a shadow over his face. to the left of him there is an empty crib with a broken caracal playing music)
Tracy: We are all born innocent. We are all born hopeless. But some of us raise to greatness and others fall from grace. Some people get were they are because they are groomed while others work and slave for there masters all there life. Royal you have had everything handed to you. You have the look that the company looks for in a champion but you have failed. Now the powers that be send in to the abyss were no man returns from unscarred. You have entered my world. A world of pain, a world of sorrow and a world of misery. A world were the bravest amongst the chosen walk out bleeding cowards. Royal this is a place were the voiceless have a voice and he is called the human cancer himself. You see Royal I didn't get were I am by being the David hasselholf of professional wrestling. You have no speak able talent or charisma but you some how managed to become world champion off your good looks. Me on the other hand got hear I got were I was by leaving hundreds of broken and beaten bodies in my wake. Royal at crash you will be just another victim. welcome to the Tara dome.
(Tracy stays sitting and raises his arms in a crucifix)
Tracy: so let it be written so let it be done.
(fade out)
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