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Darkwynd · **11-14-2014, 12:23 PM**

Joseph the Narrator Said:Welcome to the insane asylum. Right? I guess it could be called that, seeing as how it involves one James "Darkwynd" Knight. This is a man with many issues. Issues that he is learning to control, but issues nonetheless. He was genetically engineered in a lab, using the DNA of one Cain Arkham and one Sister Maria Knight. Created to be a super soldier, I guess you might say. However, Mister Knight was blessed, or cursed, with the stigma of immortality. Never get sick. Never grow old. Never die. You know the drill. The catch is, his one purpose in life is to kill his murderous father and put an end to his reign of terror.

Needless to say, he has strayed from his original objective. He has found a new purpose in life, a purpose not given to him by any computer programs or scientists. This will sound strange to anyone listening to me, but Mister Knight has taken an interest in the XWF Universe. He lost is first match. He won his second. He lost his third. But to him, losses aren't considered losses. No, they're not a bad thing, but rather a learning experience. For instance, he knew that he shoild have put more focus toward his last match instead of his asshole father. However he didn't so he lost. Does he consider that a failure? Yes. But he owns up to his mistakes. Because he is not a coward or a monster. He is a man.

Men dust themselves off and get back onto the bull that bucked them off.

Scene fades in to a posh office. In the center of your screen, you see a black desk, made of marble. On either side of that desk, there are office plants. Small palm trees. The walls are Greek style, with white pillars and made of fine slate marble. Footsteps can be heard off camera, and suddenly, James Knight steps onto the screen. The young man is dressed in the best three piece suit money can buy, his shoes by Armani. Gator skin. His face is clean, he wears aviator shades, and his dark purple hair is tied back in a bun. He bows at the waist and takes a seat in a chair. Not Mastermind's chair. Just a regular leather chair. He leans forward in said chair and smiles slightly.

"Good evening."

He raises his glasses up to the crown of his forehead, blue eyes shining in the fluorescent lights.

"Last Wednesday on Warfare would be considered a loss. A failure for some men. I can see why they would hate themselves, because they are losers. What do losers do? Theygive up. They lose. They lose because they, as John Samuels once put it, "tuck tail and run". He was right. But you see, James Knight is a winner. I may not always win, but the fact of the matter is, no one does. For example, even Goldberg's streak was broken back in the days of Monday Nitro. Undertaker's streak seemed never ending but what happened? It was ended. You can't always win. Period. Those men were successful, nonetheless."

He shrugs.

"Mastermind, no one should underestimate you. I never did for one second, because I knew that you've been where I have before. You were on a losing streak for a while there. I have grown to respect you from watching you though, because no matter what happened you still fought harder the next week. You stayed hungry. After all, to be successful in our sport, that is what a man must do. He must starve for the adulation of the millions and millions of fans around the globe. I will be no different. I will not let these losses weigh me down. Others may ridicule me because of them, but their words will be for naught. This is serious business. Now...with my respect for Mastermind out of the way..." he leans back in his chair and pulls out a folder about a tenth of an inch thick, then two more just like it. "...it is time to shift my focus toward next Wednesday and this fatal four way match. First up..." he opens the top folder. "AerialKnight."

He takes a moment to read over the man's file.

"Real name, Jonathon Heart. You're from Baltimore Maryland? Nice. It's not a bad place to live if you can get over the fact that your football team just...isn't that great. But Mister Heart, this isn't about football teams. This is about wrestling. Now I heard a little birdie say that you were an honorable warrior in the ring? That's great. It means that you and I will get along just fine, as the Code of Bushido is based on honor. My honor is my life, John. I will fight you on equal ground, but do not think for one second that means that I will "go easy" on you. You're a real pretty man, but I will rearrange your face if need be. You know..." he looks into the camera, inquisitive. "...why DO you call yourself the "Aerial Knight"? One hopes that it is because you are a daredevil, much like myself. You know, these fans pay to see us perform and I for one do not plan on dissappointing then. I hope you do not either, Mister Heart. However, that is YOUR decision to make."

Having read over the dossier, he moves onto the next one. A man calling himself Genesis.

"Oh my...this folder is much thinner than the others. Let's see. Blank page. Blank page...three pages of blanks. And here I thought our good owner said that you had to include your information in your dossier. But you know, maybe I could just be nit picking. Maybe you just want to be the mysterious type. Tall, dark, and ugly? Short, stupid, and fat like Peter Gilmour? Who knows? Not me because my assistant didn't even find a "Genesis" in the file cabinet at XWF headquarters. For all I know, I could be fighting a book of the bible. Or is it a game system? Do you run Sonic the Hedgehog? Love that blast technology, Genni. Look, you may be a mystery to me, but what should not be a mystery to you is that you, like the other two men in this match with me, have just as much a chance of being pinned as them. Savvy? Good. Maybe you have SOME intelligence, though you cannot even fill out an application so I doubt it."

He throws the blank folder into the trash. He opens up the next one, and his eyes grow wide.

"Monolith. Real name unknown. But what I do see about you is that you are over seven feet tall and damned near five hundred pounds. I'm seriously doubting that hunger will be an issue with you." he chuckles lightly. "But far be it from me to make fat jokes. Yes, Monolith, you are a big man. But an old proverb says "courage first; power second; technique third." You see, I know that a man of my size is at a distinct disadvantage against a veteran of your size and power. But when it comes to that, I will just remember that a man who goes into battle with the knowledge that he will be defeated will be defeated. I will empty my mind in regards to you, Monolith-san and that includes your experience edge over me. Seek not to follow in the footsteps of your elders; seek your own path. My path just so happens to have a monolith in it, and those things are hell to knock down. But I know that it can be done, and comehell or high water...I aim to do so."

He bows his head in a show of respect toward his largest opponent to date, then continues.

"I mean no disrespect toward any of the men who came before me. But the sad truth for them is that the Wyndz of Change are constantly blowing. They are at the top now. Soon, the new generation will be at the top. Then a new generation after us. I will, however, give this endeavor one hundred and ten percent. For you see, it is the End of Dayz for the old guard. So it is written, so it shall come to pass."

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