Post by louiscypher on Aug 15, 2018 15:04:26 GMT -5
When I was 19 I was given this rare book called. Al El Numas. It is book from Mesopotamia and it roughly translates into “They have names”. The book was badly damaged and many pages ripped out. But some pages survived and it took me 3 years to translate 4 pages. Those pages those were quite intriguing. I learned of someone or something called Ralulae. The translation says he was born around 860 BC. He was a holy man who considered death to be the great divide. He believed that blood and only blood could summon beings and powers into our world. Apparently he had some followers not many, they lived out in the deserts away from cities and towns. For if they dared venture into any populated areas they would be arrested and judged. And for them the only sentence was the ultimate sentence.
They were not nomads but they would always trap those who crossed their paths, they were spiders, and the rest of the world were their flies. People would cross the desert and never come out the other side. One night Ralulae and his followers captured an old woman but to their eternal dismay this was no ordinary woman. From the light of the raging fire, the woman revealed herself to the captures, she was one of the gods they had prayed to, turns out not really a god but a demon, a very ancient and evil demon, are there any other types? Turns out there would be new demons soon enough.
The old man cackled and pointed, spoke in a tongue that no one recognized, apparently language was something that carried on from the dawn of time. Ralulae decided that this was no god, and advised his followers to capture the old woman. They took her apart piece by piece but she did not perish, she kept on talking and talking, even when she was just a head with no body. Ral’s followed panicked knowing that what they had done was not to a human, something far far worse, and now they would have to pay a price. They turned on Ral. He was killed by them and when he went on to the next place he was greeted by the old woman, but now she was no longer an old woman. She tortured Ral for what seemed like a millennia to him. When she was done, he was no longer human, he was something else. She laughed at him, she asked him if he thought of her as a god now? He answered no. The pages said she smiled and that she told him that things like her were not gods, not to be worshiped, he had learned this the hard way. He became like her, claiming souls and he got a following again, this time he would take his followers with him, he was forgotten by time and people. But he existed.
Oh yes my friends he existed quite well. The point of my story is simple. There are confused people in this world. People who think they know what is up and what is down. People who think that with a little bit of found knowledge that makes them special. But they are not. Far far from it.
Which brings me to Jaime Reyes, but I think Jamie fits you better. I will call you Jamie, it sounds better and rolls off a lot better. Jamie you have something that does not belong to you. It never belonged to you. The world title is mine. And truth be told it should not have been taken away from me. The staff in SFT pushed for the ppv. Had it been done correctly the winner you should have won a shot at me, the world champion. But instead the owners and powers that be wanted an incentive. They got cute. They showed little regard and little respect for me. They did whatever they wanted to do and pretty much put me out to dry. It wasn't fair, and so many legends talk about doing the right thing, not a one stood up for me and cried foul, everyone was in it for themselves. No one thought about doing the right thing, only doing what they wanted.
Well all that ends now. Now the title goes back to its rightful owner. There will be no more confusion. No more Ralulae. No more people worshiping the wrong deity, the wrong man. And make no mistake Jamie you are the wrong man. You got lucky, and you capitalized on a situation that was not right.
It is time to make things right, to make things correct. That gold is mine, and come Titans I intend to make things right once and for all.
Fade to black
They were not nomads but they would always trap those who crossed their paths, they were spiders, and the rest of the world were their flies. People would cross the desert and never come out the other side. One night Ralulae and his followers captured an old woman but to their eternal dismay this was no ordinary woman. From the light of the raging fire, the woman revealed herself to the captures, she was one of the gods they had prayed to, turns out not really a god but a demon, a very ancient and evil demon, are there any other types? Turns out there would be new demons soon enough.
The old man cackled and pointed, spoke in a tongue that no one recognized, apparently language was something that carried on from the dawn of time. Ralulae decided that this was no god, and advised his followers to capture the old woman. They took her apart piece by piece but she did not perish, she kept on talking and talking, even when she was just a head with no body. Ral’s followed panicked knowing that what they had done was not to a human, something far far worse, and now they would have to pay a price. They turned on Ral. He was killed by them and when he went on to the next place he was greeted by the old woman, but now she was no longer an old woman. She tortured Ral for what seemed like a millennia to him. When she was done, he was no longer human, he was something else. She laughed at him, she asked him if he thought of her as a god now? He answered no. The pages said she smiled and that she told him that things like her were not gods, not to be worshiped, he had learned this the hard way. He became like her, claiming souls and he got a following again, this time he would take his followers with him, he was forgotten by time and people. But he existed.
Oh yes my friends he existed quite well. The point of my story is simple. There are confused people in this world. People who think they know what is up and what is down. People who think that with a little bit of found knowledge that makes them special. But they are not. Far far from it.
Which brings me to Jaime Reyes, but I think Jamie fits you better. I will call you Jamie, it sounds better and rolls off a lot better. Jamie you have something that does not belong to you. It never belonged to you. The world title is mine. And truth be told it should not have been taken away from me. The staff in SFT pushed for the ppv. Had it been done correctly the winner you should have won a shot at me, the world champion. But instead the owners and powers that be wanted an incentive. They got cute. They showed little regard and little respect for me. They did whatever they wanted to do and pretty much put me out to dry. It wasn't fair, and so many legends talk about doing the right thing, not a one stood up for me and cried foul, everyone was in it for themselves. No one thought about doing the right thing, only doing what they wanted.
Well all that ends now. Now the title goes back to its rightful owner. There will be no more confusion. No more Ralulae. No more people worshiping the wrong deity, the wrong man. And make no mistake Jamie you are the wrong man. You got lucky, and you capitalized on a situation that was not right.
It is time to make things right, to make things correct. That gold is mine, and come Titans I intend to make things right once and for all.
Fade to black
