• Harsh Reality

Posted: **Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:07 pm**

The arena for Warfare was empty, meaning the show wasn't on yet. On the rafters above the titantron crouched a figure unbeknownst to the viewer. His aspect couldn't be made out because of his hidden position, but from his shape and silhouette, it was clear this is the man behind the recent cryptic promos.

"Neither a god nor a demon. Neither a dream nor a nightmare. To live the regular mortal life is just this. A haze of uncertainties; never-ending uncertainties that eat away at a man's core until the true essence of his existence is an uncertainty in of itself. There are few who escape that endless trap of haziness called life, and I'm one of those few. I see the clear, naked truth. I see souls and not bodies.

The figure stood up and opened his arms near the edge of the titantron, as if he was going to attempt a leap off the top down to the floor.

"Neither a god nor a demon. Neither a dream nor a nightmare. In both these scenarios I'm neither. I'm not a god or a demon, I'm just a cold-blooded human. I'm not a dream or a nightmare, I'm a harsh reality. I am the one to fear and I... WILL... RISE!"

Saying these last few words in a growl the figure lowered his arms and began moving his shoulders as if he was laughing manically, the camera began panning out and showing more and more of the arena as the figure became impossible to see in the distance.