All Empires Must Fall

[David]

[The scene fades in to someone facing a wall, and sitting on a sofa facing opposite to the camera, so you can only see the top of the man’s head, with wet, black and seemingly long hair, next to the sofa, there is a trash can. The wall itself can’t be fully seen, due to the sofa in the way, but you can see bits and pieces of it. On those bits and pieces, you can see small-scale of models of Ancient temples, and of monuments from the middle-age. Rhyno’s voice is heard speaking in a low, narrative tone, set to this scene.]

Rhyno: The Greeks, the Romans, the Egyptians, the Huns, the Portuguese, the French, the British, the Soviets, and the Nazis. All these groups have one thing in common. At one point in their lives, they were a force to be reckoned with, internationally. They were empires. They were conquerors, and destroyers. As long as earth has existed, there has always been an elite group of people, leading them, whether through wrongful or rightful paths.

[As these words were spoken, the camera kept fading between the models on the wall, all representations of the empires Rhyno spoke of.]

Rhyno: Empires come, and empires go, passing through moments of absolute brilliance, and untainted evil. One thing though, remains continuous: empires fall; all of them; each and every one. Regardless of the beautiful things they brought to the world, or the crimes against humanity they inflicted. All empires must fall.

[The camera now focuses on the man in the sofa. The man, as expected, was Rhyno. He sat with one leg over the other, uncharacteristically wearing a suit. His hair was pulled back and caught in a ponytail, and he was cleanly shaved.]

Rhyno: When an Empire begins to fall, it has two paths it can choose to go down on. It can be a slow, painful descent to hell, leaving behind a sea of betrayal, blood, and bodies. Some of the empires can even prevent their fall, and try to build themselves back up. But destiny cannot be fought. At one point, whether months, years, decades, or centuries later, all empires come to a finale.

[Rhyno gets up from the couch, and walks towards a previously unseen portion of the wall. On it, there’s a frame with a blood-spattered John Cena shirt. He faces the camera, whilst standing on its left, as if he was a historian explaining a monument.]

Rhyno: What you see right here, ladies and gentlemen, is the symbol of the next empire’s demise. It is the symbol of what millions of people deposit their belief, their hope, their love, and their finances on. This... is the symbol of the Cenation. I loathe that term, Cenation. A man who relies solely on a limited arsenal of moves has gotten a cult following, and built an empire, while I am left out, despite being a living-breathing war machine.

[Rhyno seemed to have completely changed his attitude. He was more composed, more calm, more collected. Almost as if he had gone through severe and intensive psychological treatment, so that he could contain his anger. But he hadn’t, he just had gotten tired of being the same old angry self.]

Rhyno: You can say that John has earned his following, but I beg to differ. John has done nothing but weasel and adulate his way up the ranks. He’s built his empire on pandering, whether it was to the upper management, or to the fans who, gullible as they are, bought into every single word off of his mouth. Even now, after he went rogue and borderline psychotic, people still idolize him as some sort of leader, some kind of emperor.

[Rhyno takes the frame, along with the shirt from the wall, and begins disassembling it, as he speaks.]

Rhyno: The Cenation and John Cena are just like all those empires that once were, but are no more. The Cenation has had its spill on top. Now, it must follow in the Roman, the Greek and all those empires’ footsteps. Now, it must fall, and make way, not for another empire. But for a man, who doesn’t wish to lead and conquer, a man who wishes only to seek and destroy. At C.E.O.D., there won’t be armistice. There will be blood, and violence. On the 24th of December, John Cena and the Cenation will end; and I will be the vehicle through which this empire will fall.

[The frame was disassembled. Rhyno held in his hand the bloody John Cena shirt.]

Rhyno: You brought this upon yourself, Cena. When you began the Cenation, you set yourself up for doomsday, and it has finally arrived. At Christmas Eve of Destruction, you will just be another emperor, watching helplessly as it your reign comes to an end, seeing your empire falling, for I will be the LAST... MAN... STANDING!

[Rhyno holds the shirt by the edge of the sleeve, and immolates it with a lighter, burning the T-shirt, and throwing it in the trash can. Rhyno had a new attitude, but it seemed as though he would remain just as vicious in the ring, as he was before. The camera showed an overhead shot of the shirt burning down in the trash can, as the scene faded to black, ending the segment.]