After Dick has had his five minute filler time to take up space on WoW's 24 hour television station, "Ichabod" turns it off and laughs. Dick still continues to swing his entire defense on the lie that Ichabod used his political power to rise. Its funny that Dick fails to realize that Ichabod was a nobody in the fed when he took Gladiator by storm. He had just returned from a nine month disappearance, had wrestled little more than opening matches and dark matches, and held no titles. Hell he was wrestling guys like Angelus Archer.
That's right, who the hell is Angelus Archer? A nobody, just as Ichabod was right before Gladiator. Dick you've gone on blaming every body but yourself for your failure to capture the gold at Gladiator. I watched you in that invitational, the one which Ichabod gave you the belt basically, and the entire time you bitched about BPac costing you the title. Now its Ichabod who cost you that title? You point the blame at everyone else and you never take the time to examine yourself and realize that you are way too flawed to have had that belt at the time. And look at the period in which you won that belt. You were competing against Rose, Jarred, and Nova. Two of these people are gone, dead, and buried, and the other is in the European Title race. Ichabod wasn't competing. He couldnt', he was in the position of running the place, and trying to be fair, he didn't gear it so that he could win the title. Running this federation he could have designed any match whatsoever to keep that belt. Think about it. He was in control. Instead he geared it so that you went up against three nobodies and became the world champion. You owe that belt to him. You can't deny that.
"Ichabod" closes his eyes and replays and image of the past in his mind...
The procession has left. Ichabod jumps down and makes his way to the monolithic pillars. He walks through them to a broken down grave. On it is written:
Samuel Liers
1980-2000
Died of Natural Causes
Ichabod reaches under the leaves and snow and pulls out a shovel he has stashed there. He begins to dig.
Remember IPWF, Reverend? Remember the way we dominated and destroyed everything in our paths? Do you remember, Sam? The way he was the freshest young star who never got noticed, that is until he fucked with you? Of course you do, there is some government conspiracy about that shit now, and i don't know what is going on, but I would pay money to see it go down soon. Anyway, I thought i would come here and dig up the past.
He looks down in the hole he has dug and sees the coffin.
He grabs the shovel and breaks the chains, looking almost like a shadow of his brother, swinging the shovel in mad blind rage. He opens the casket and reaches in. What he pulls out is appalling. He holds it up and yells.
Does this look like he fuckin died of natural causes?
"Ichabod" opens his eyes again and looks around
You are right in that Ichabod is crooked. He is a twisted son of a bitch who no one can predict. Your fault lies in that you think that you, above anyone else who has tried, will be able to. And at the very root of this joke that is your defense, you aren't even facing him! You are facing me, and you know nothing about me at all. I dont' know how many times I'm going to have to reiterate that for you. Before it gets through to you. You wanna know who I am?
I'm like the devil, if ever there was such a thing. I am the results of much too many meddlings by society and this business. I'm a fucked up mind that is the most unpredictable thing in existance. I've been involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve... and it was ME who died. Everytime I died and came back. Each thought that issues forth from me is completely warped. I'm like this walking talking Ouija board. I can speak volumes of things you'd never comprehend. Have you ever experienced science at its worst, most insane brink until you're scared to get out of bed each morning? If not, your not ready for this shit. I'm so disturbed and berserk that you should tiptoe around me. I'm like someone who would make a deal with you only to slit your throat the very same instant. Why? You'll never know. You're about to journey into a realm of psychopathia. My mentality they dont' write about because they don't touch what they could never ever understand.
You think you know so much, you dont' know shit. Now I'm frankly fucking sick and tired of talking to you about this. Now I'm just going to show you, you piece of shit. This is where the old Ichabod will come into play. This is where I use Ichabod's legacy to carry out my deeds. I hate you, I hate WOW, I hate everything I've ever come across. Forever I've been forgotten and phased out of every place I've ever come to, only to recur over and over until those who forgot me came to fear me. You too will come to fear me as I light your ass like a methane gas spiller. You can't stop me, legions of people before you have tried. Doctors, wrestlers, police, politicians, the government, even nature itself. Noone was successful. Who are you to challenge this legacy? The legacy of Ichabod combined with my own legacy. Fuck you. You can fight it, ignore it, deny it, but its still true. And if somehow you emerge victorious, thats ok with me, because I'll still stop you eventually, be it Monday, or at Ring Wars. The time matters not as long as the deed is carried out. You can't prepare for the end.
"Ichabod" laughs insanely as he gets up to pack his gear and head to the bus station. It is only a short way to the arena for Monday, but he has decided to get there early for this show. His debut of sorts.
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