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Agony · **03-04-2013, 08:39 PM**

We arrive in a seemingly empty room. The room is pitch black but the shadow of a creature can be made out. A familiar voice emanates through the darkness.

"Why should I save those that don't deserve to be saved? Why should I risk my excellence in order to protect you, the fans, from anything? To be honest, I don't give a damn about you, but I pity you, not even you lazy, illiterate leeches should have to suffer through another dull promo from the "Olympic Gold Medalist" Martin O' Connor."

The voice let's out a horrendous laugh that only a mentally disturbed man could muster. A man who has long since lost his sanity and isn't interested in finding it.

"I mean come on everybody, the only entertaining aspect about Martin O' Connor is his feud with me. I see why you like him, he's pathetic just like every one of you! He's a washed up wannabe champion who hasn't done anything significant in over 10 years. That is if you consider winning first place in the Special Olympics significant."

The crowd fills the arena with boos as the voice continues to laugh in the darkness. The voice's laugh grows louder as the boos intesify!

"What's wrong people? Did I strike a nerve? Or do you just boo me because you think you should? You're sheep, you're all sheep led by a fool of a shepherd. Think for yourselves you mindless idiots, it is Martin O' Connor you should be booing. I deserve to be worshiped for the savior that I am. I do you all a service by letting you hear my words and watch my craft. I am true excellence, and my name belongs amongst the gods you so blindly worship.

Martin, you poor old man, you have lost your way and it's plain to see, you need guidance. Take my advice Martin, leave here while you can still leave under your own power. Because after Saturday, I'll make sure you get a another shot at that Olympic medal as you'll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair! Better yet, how about I dispose of you for good? How many people have ever survived being stranded in the abyss of space?

I deserve to be here Martin, you don't, simple as that. You may think I'm targeting you because you pose the greatest threat to me. You'd be wrong, I chose you to make a statement because you are simply the weakest of the weak. That's saying something considering the underwhelming talent that fills the XWF.

You want to see significance Martin? I am the definition of significance, you need look no further. Who am I Martin? You already know who I am. I am your worst nightmare. I am Agony."

The lights fill the dark room to reveal Agony in a room filled with blood and bones! The cameraman passes out from sheer shock at the disturbing sight.

The camera drops, Agony cocks his head and drops to the floor glaring into the camera. He begins to crawl toward the camera, his body coiling and twisting in an unnatural fashion.

When Agony reaches the camera he lets out a laugh so dark and menacing the fans in the arena begin to quiver.

"I am the Wrestling Messiah, and I am here to save XWF from the mediocrity that is Martin O' Connor. Don't believe me, very well. I've always been an advocate of leading by example. This is what will happen to Martin O' Connor this Saturday."

Agony then turns his attention to the cameraman. He crawls over to him and latches onto his head. The light in the room shatters as Agony locks in Suffering on the cameraman and darkness fills the room again.

*Crack*

The distinct sound of bones shattering fills the room as the camera shuts off.

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