OOC: The promo below is a trash talk piece. I was hoping to do it in the same format I had previously which was to have the promo look as if it was done on parchment paper. However Angelfire has suddenly decided to stop processing some of the code that allows for the parchment image to work. Until I can get that sorted out I will be submitting trash talk pieces using my standard corVus background.

From the journal of corVus

February 15, 2015

Have I gotten your attention yet?

That's what I find myself thinking every time I step into an XWF arena.

People don't see me as a threat simply because I don't speak.

It makes no sense. I can't explain it but it's there starring me in the face.

Herod and Ghost Tank, supposedly two of the best the Asylum has to offer and yet both were dispatched with greatest of ease.

Truth be told I expected more of a challenge.

Actually scratch that. Expecting more of a challenge implies that I had a challenge to begin with. I did not.

I expected a challenge.

What I got was a disappointment.

What I got was two guys whose bark is far worse than their bite.

What I got was a waste of my time.

Ghost Tank and Herod were only the beginning.

Have I gotten your attention yet?

That is a question I have for the whole of the XWF roster but for now it's a question I have specifically for my next opponent.

Lucius Fyre.

When I first arrived in the XWF the first person I challenged was Lucius. It wasn't by accident, there was a method to my madness but Lucius decided to try and postpone the inevitable.

He tried.

He failed.

More accurately, Ghost Tank and Herod failed.

No doubt Lucius had some choice words for his Brothers.

Or perhaps he didn't since by his own admission he does not really involve himself in the affiars of The Asylum.

Except of course when he needs members of the Asylum to try and do save his skin.

But they didnt.

They couldn't.

They let him down.

They let me down.

And now Mr. Fyre will understand my pain.

I do hope that Mr. Fyre understands that this is not personal.

He is merely a small and somewhat insignificant roadblock on my path to absolution.

Mr. Fyre thought that simply asking me to win a match against two of his brethren would be enough to save him from me.

He was wrong.

He was so wrong.

To think that anyone in the Asylum, let alone Ghost Tank and Herod would stop me from doing what I need to do is laughable.

In case it wasn't clear before it should be now. Not Ghost Tank, not Herod, not Lucius Fyre, not Aaron Underwood, not Frodo, not Hysteria and not Morbid Angel will stop me from doing what I need to do.

More importantly than that however is that no matter who the Asylum brings into the fold, no matter how hard they try, they can not stop us.

Justin Sane

Gator

corVus

Those are our names but they are not who we are.

We are Defiance.

We are the death knell of the Asylum.

We are the future of the XWF.

Unfortunately the future is just that, the future. It is not now because now I am stuck in what will ultimately end up being a one sided affair between myself and a man stupid enough to think that asking me to win one match, even with odds such as they were would be enough to call off the crow.

A few weeks ago Mr. Fyre did a promo where he made the mistake of believing not only that he would defeat me but that after doing so he would send me to what he believes would be my final resting place. Hell.

Lucius Fyre does not know me.

He can read my profile on the XWF web site and think that the information on it gives him some glimpse into what makes me tick but my profile is just a collection of words. Nothing more.

They do not define me.

Actions speak louder than words and on Wednesday Night my actions will help to reinforce to Lucius and anyone else who still doubts me exactly who I am.

I am not a monster.

But I am happy to hand out my own brand of justice to those who pretend to be such a thing.

Unfortunately Lucius Fyre does not pretend to be a monster. What he pretends to be is a professional wrestler.

What he is however is simply a wayward soul, a man at a crossroads between who he presently is and who he wishes he were.

Me? I have no such problem. I know exactly who I am and what I am about.

What I am about is destruction of the Asylum and anyone who is brazen enough to stand with them. My reasons for such will be revealed in time.

But for now all Lucius needs to know, all anyone needs to know is that I will hunt down and destroy every single member of the Asylum until their Prophet Hysteria is begging me to stop.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won't.

I'll know when the time comes. It hasn't come yet.

But it will.

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