Fatalism
Voice only.
"Thirteen days. Thirteen days that will shake the world.
Thirteen days until an outcome that was predetermined."
"Predetermined tens of millions of centuries ago, before Time itself."
"I am a Fatalist. No matter what I do, or say - or what any of
you hope to achieve through your words, or actions -- is
futile. It will not change what was determined to happen infinite
ages ago. Bare your souls. Express your malice in flesh, in
words."
"So. It is time you all ask yourselves. What are you in
this for. For glory? For self gratification? To prove your own
worth? Perhaps for the sake of sportsmanship and
competition. And of course. For the greatest prize of
all. The World Heavyweight Championship. Some of these
ambitions are more noble than others. But there is none more
noble than my goal: annihilation."
"Either of myself. Or all of you."
"In thirteen days I will put my life at naught. As with all of
yours. For you see. I am out to maim. Punish.
Destroy. Execute. In short."
"Ruin your lives. You will all curse the day that you stepped in
to the ring with the Duke of Wessex. For it shall be he who left
your arm cracked. Your vertebrae disjointed. Your psyche
traumatized."
"I know. I know. Boast not, Duke of Wessex. For it
may you who are left in such a pitiful state. No matter. I
welcome the opportunity to sacrifice myself at the cost of you.
And no matter what. At the end of the thirteenth day, and at the
beginning of the fourteenth, I will have done all that I could.
And I shall be satisfied."
"For now though."
"Remember this well. Nothing you can do will alter the outcome."
"In thirteen days."
"Nothing you can say will diminish my lavish spirit and haughty goals."
"In thirteen days."
"Either you will stand on the threshold of victory, or near the event
horizon of the eternal abyss."
"In thirteen days."
"You will find me the most ruthless
and savage of men."
"In Thirteen days."
"Let the clock tic, winding down each moment, each second, which Clotho,
Lachesis, and Atropos deemed necessary until we meet."
"So..."
"Lay on,
Xtreme...Hunter...Argus...Loki...Hartwig...Vincent...Tate...King...Karnage...Gazz...Harbinger...Python...Uncensored...Runnels...Outlaw...Tanke...Predator...
Unruh...Longshanks."
"And damn'd be him that
first cries, 'Hold, enough!'”
"Now. Tremble."
