09-05-2014, 09:17 AM
Azrael Erebus, you are pusillanimous. You disguise your lack of courage with humor. Albeit, shitty humor. You know, the kind of humor that only the speaker finds funny, and maybe a few others that also enjoy shit humor. You put forth a false bravado, pretending to the world that you are not afraid. You are afraid, you should be afraid, you NEED to be afraid. I'm focused, like I have not been focused before. I am determined, like I have never been determined before. I am driven, like I have never been driven before.
You lack what is necessary above your neck and between your ears to understand one god damn thing I've said to you or about you. While it is true that I compared my desire to defeat you to my desire to end the Catholic Church, the giant point that went completely over your enormous forehead, is that my personal feelings toward each of those entities, is completely, entirely, infinitely different. In that regard, Azrael, it is not me utilizing Peter Gilmour logic. No, my friend, that would be you.
I want to crush the Catholic Church. I want to defeat them. I want to stand in their ashes and hang my crown in the very heart of Catholicism. And I will. I want to sit in the throne of Pope Francis and call it my own, and I will. They will perish from this Earth one by god damn one until the day comes that I'm ready to invade.
You?
You I intend to beat out of nothing more than a sort of respect. A kind of friendly competition that two people who have put each other through a living hell like we have. Yes, I want to defeat Catholicism and you, but for very, very different reasons. I kind of thought you would have seen that pretty clearly, yet you want to create laughs rather than speak honestly, like I have. That's fine. Continue to make people laugh. Continue to be light hearted about what is coming in just a few days time. Maybe thats just your way of coping with your impending doom.
Whatever the reason, Azrael, all you are doing, is signing your own death warrant. All you are doing, is sealing your own casket. All you are doing, is digging your own grave.
How's that for irony? The one man that has buried me alive twice before is now watching himself dig his own grave deeper and deeper into the Earth. There is no hope for you, my friend. You've already lost. You just don't realize it yet.
Mr. Satellite. Mr. Supernova. Azrael Erebus. The alien being from another world far, far away, has been relegated to a mere mortal, human being status. What you see when you stand across the ring from me, Azrael SattyNova, is the coldest, most calculating, most methodical, most deliberate, most dangerous human being that exists on this planet.
The former spaceman never lies. Those are your words. Here's a few more:
You know how I know you are actually a liar and you really don't pay attention? You want me to call a spade a spade and tell it exactly how it is?
Upon my arrival, Azrael, I did have a little more than 250 brothers within my Brotherhood of the Illuminatus. What you seem to not know, is that not only is that number now significantly lower, like in the one hundred ninety range, is that I killed nearly thirty of them myself. Fucking traitors. They aligned themselves with my enemy and for that they perished. Many others died a heroes death in the name of defense of the powerful Illuminatus.
If you've paid attention to anything at all, you'd know that. Of course, you're the wordsmith. You undoubtedly come up with some clever reasoning as to why you said two fifty. Or maybe you won't. Maybe you will shock the world and pull that ole politician line, 'I misspoke.' Time will tell.
Time.
Time is what is running out for you Azrael. Just a few more days. Duke and Azrael go head to head, one on one, with zero interference. That means no John Madison. No Eli James. No Brotherhood. No The Black Circle. No Heyman Alliance.
Just you.
Just me.
One on one with no excuses.
Like I've already said, the better man will undoubtedly win this match, and the other guy is you.
I enjoy calling you my friend, Azrael. You have been a good one. That much I would never deny. Monday night, for the duration of that match, you are not my friend. You are nothing more than an object that I'm intent on destroying until you can no longer fight. An object I will beat without mercy until the referees hand hits the mat for the three count and raises my hand in victory. An object, that maybe, just maybe, I'd rather force to just give up, rather than pin.
Regardless of my elected method Monday night. Whether it is Darkness Falls for you, or I lock you in Pandora's Box, the end result will be the same.
Winner. Sebastian Duke.
Loser. Azrael Erebus.
One on one, just one more time. Two legends. Two paths. Similar accomplishments. One shared goal.
To defeat the other, no asterisks, no excuses.
The King of Darkness will reign supreme once again and I will once again rise to the top. The victory I will have over you will prove to the world that not only am I as good as I ever was, that perhaps, I'm even better now than I ever was before.
Monday night, Azrael.
Time for talk is quickly heading toward zero.
Azrael Erebus, my friend, my buddy, my pal... I'm going to break you.
Your time is up.
My time begins all over again.
I'm a dreamer?
No.
I'm a WALKING! FUCKING! NIGHTMARE!
You lack what is necessary above your neck and between your ears to understand one god damn thing I've said to you or about you. While it is true that I compared my desire to defeat you to my desire to end the Catholic Church, the giant point that went completely over your enormous forehead, is that my personal feelings toward each of those entities, is completely, entirely, infinitely different. In that regard, Azrael, it is not me utilizing Peter Gilmour logic. No, my friend, that would be you.
I want to crush the Catholic Church. I want to defeat them. I want to stand in their ashes and hang my crown in the very heart of Catholicism. And I will. I want to sit in the throne of Pope Francis and call it my own, and I will. They will perish from this Earth one by god damn one until the day comes that I'm ready to invade.
You?
You I intend to beat out of nothing more than a sort of respect. A kind of friendly competition that two people who have put each other through a living hell like we have. Yes, I want to defeat Catholicism and you, but for very, very different reasons. I kind of thought you would have seen that pretty clearly, yet you want to create laughs rather than speak honestly, like I have. That's fine. Continue to make people laugh. Continue to be light hearted about what is coming in just a few days time. Maybe thats just your way of coping with your impending doom.
Whatever the reason, Azrael, all you are doing, is signing your own death warrant. All you are doing, is sealing your own casket. All you are doing, is digging your own grave.
How's that for irony? The one man that has buried me alive twice before is now watching himself dig his own grave deeper and deeper into the Earth. There is no hope for you, my friend. You've already lost. You just don't realize it yet.
Mr. Satellite. Mr. Supernova. Azrael Erebus. The alien being from another world far, far away, has been relegated to a mere mortal, human being status. What you see when you stand across the ring from me, Azrael SattyNova, is the coldest, most calculating, most methodical, most deliberate, most dangerous human being that exists on this planet.
Quote:Since the day you stole my robot and killed AJ Powell to now, nothing you've done has gone unnoticed. Nothing you've said has been ignored. Even the most idiotic and mind numbing rant, has been paid full attention to.
The former spaceman never lies. Those are your words. Here's a few more:
Quote:Maybe that's the true secret behind the entire Brotherhood, they're really all Duke's actual brothers. Boy oh boy, Asmodeus was quite the busy man if that's the case, what with over two hundred and fifty members.
You know how I know you are actually a liar and you really don't pay attention? You want me to call a spade a spade and tell it exactly how it is?
Upon my arrival, Azrael, I did have a little more than 250 brothers within my Brotherhood of the Illuminatus. What you seem to not know, is that not only is that number now significantly lower, like in the one hundred ninety range, is that I killed nearly thirty of them myself. Fucking traitors. They aligned themselves with my enemy and for that they perished. Many others died a heroes death in the name of defense of the powerful Illuminatus.
If you've paid attention to anything at all, you'd know that. Of course, you're the wordsmith. You undoubtedly come up with some clever reasoning as to why you said two fifty. Or maybe you won't. Maybe you will shock the world and pull that ole politician line, 'I misspoke.' Time will tell.
Time.
Time is what is running out for you Azrael. Just a few more days. Duke and Azrael go head to head, one on one, with zero interference. That means no John Madison. No Eli James. No Brotherhood. No The Black Circle. No Heyman Alliance.
Just you.
Just me.
One on one with no excuses.
Like I've already said, the better man will undoubtedly win this match, and the other guy is you.
I enjoy calling you my friend, Azrael. You have been a good one. That much I would never deny. Monday night, for the duration of that match, you are not my friend. You are nothing more than an object that I'm intent on destroying until you can no longer fight. An object I will beat without mercy until the referees hand hits the mat for the three count and raises my hand in victory. An object, that maybe, just maybe, I'd rather force to just give up, rather than pin.
Regardless of my elected method Monday night. Whether it is Darkness Falls for you, or I lock you in Pandora's Box, the end result will be the same.
Winner. Sebastian Duke.
Loser. Azrael Erebus.
One on one, just one more time. Two legends. Two paths. Similar accomplishments. One shared goal.
To defeat the other, no asterisks, no excuses.
The King of Darkness will reign supreme once again and I will once again rise to the top. The victory I will have over you will prove to the world that not only am I as good as I ever was, that perhaps, I'm even better now than I ever was before.
Monday night, Azrael.
Time for talk is quickly heading toward zero.
Azrael Erebus, my friend, my buddy, my pal... I'm going to break you.
Your time is up.
My time begins all over again.
I'm a dreamer?
No.
I'm a WALKING! FUCKING! NIGHTMARE!