Conor O'Brian:
Spears and stones may break my bones, but I have no heart to be broken with words. And I'm fine with that. Ever since my private life was ousted by EBWF, I've been having issues with grasping this concept, this... notion that I am... insane. I am not insane, society's insane! I'm the only one with another voice within that gives him the right teachings on what life is about! I am not a society-made mindless drone like the rest of you! But that's okay, because the Ascension is nigh, and with it comes the end of all things cherished by you, the drones society created.
Conor put out the light in front of him as the camera zoomed out to reveal it was under the ring the whole time. The time it took to fully show the ring, O'Brian got out from under the ring, and got in the middle of the ring, in the Verizon arena, on Sunday morning. The camera zoomed back in on his face, and an almost dead-like look was imprinted on his eyes, as he showed no emotion whatsoever, as if he wasn't even conscious.
Conor O'Brian:
Later, in this very ring, I will be competing in a match with three... Let's call them men. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not insulting their masculinity, I just don't believe that the numbed, mind-numbing, drones society made are actual men. To me they are nothing but a fraud, shells of men that conceal their true status as mere puppets that the Universe holds the strings for, and until they follow my example and burn down the strings pulling them, they will never see the world through The Ascension's eyes, and experience the world for what it truly is. And now I'm told this bout will be for a championship. I do not care about this championship. Let me make that perfectly clear, this worthless piece of leather I have to fight for will in no way fulfill my life, it will only be a piece of garbage made to apease those who need something to prove their existence.
Conor sighed and took a deep breath, before walking to the turnbuckle and sitting on the top rope, with his feet supported by the second rope.
Conor O'Brian:
Let me tell you something about what this match is really about. It's about you. The so called fans who thrive and thirst and feed off of public displays of violence that you are even to pay your hard-earned dollars to see. You are no better than the barbarians and the romans. And I hate Romans. Well, this sunday, you will be paying to see yet another public display of violence, as I beat three frauds to establish my dominance. Trust me, this match is already won, Sandow, Tensai and Hart have no business even thinking of defying me for a bout! Who do they think they are?
Conor closed his eyes and lowered his head down to his knees clutching it with both hands, and he appeared to be in pain, but he slowly lifted his head back up, in silence as he now had a psychotic smile on his lips, and crazed look in his eyes..
Conor O'Brian:
Hahahahaha... Let me tell you who they are. I'll start with Bret Hart. Hart is the most society-made one in this match. Every week, on Warfare he does his usual crowd pleasing stunt, that has been running for years on end now. He walks out, and panders to the blood thirsty crowd. Unlike the rest of you, I have no respect for this puppet of the universe. He has contributed towards the making of puppets ever since he gained notoriety and quite frankly I'm glad I'll get the chance to end this reign of pandering.
A distinct look of scorn and despise shined through O'Brian's face as he clearly loathes Bret Hart.
Conor O'Brian:
Second of all, we have the enormous container of what I believe to be one of the biggest sources of hipocrisy in this world. Tensai. This particular drone amuses because his antics are just... so... darn... worthless. Doesn't he know the sad shows he puts on? Is he not aware of the fact that no one even cares about what he does? Tensai is a pathetic joke, and an excuse for a puppet, he is a waste of oxygen, and a good riddance for the EBWF, which proves I am only doing them a favour.
Mockingly, O'Brian chuckles upon the mentioning of Tensai
Conor O'Brian
Lastly, Sandow thought it would be quite amusing to mock our status, and our personality, and, quite frankly our mental state by claiming he could take on both me and The Ascension. I have news for this “enlighted man”, he is not enlighted at all. He could have been, but he allowed himself to become another numb drone society has developped. Damien, when you and I look each other in that ring, I want you to be aware of the fact that your cleansed masses and your rabbit's foot and your “Hard Luck” will be of no good anymore. Your masses will abandon you in a heartbeat if you just so happen to make one faux pas; your rabbit's foot is nothing but a dead animal's part and your Hard Luck will be just that. Yours. I don't care about your title, all I care about is spreading the message of The Ascension, and ending your luck will be just perfect for that. Sandow, your luck has run out.
Conor slowly got up and out of the corner and walked to the middle of the ring again.
Conor O'Brian:
We are The Ascension.... And WE... WILL... RISE!
Conor O'Brian's traditional promo ending growl lead into a manic laugh, as the camera pans out slowly as the scene fades to black, ending the segment of the crazed lunatic who continuously rants on society's ills, could he have a motive, or are these just a lunatic's ramblings?.