Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Apr 2, 2017 21:16:28 GMT -5
The dark, misty room contains only a single figure. Troy turns around, his red sheep mask blocking his face. Images flash across the screen; a forest. A red barn, the scarlet paint peeling. A wooden chair, wires wrapped around the legs and crawling up the back.
Troy is wearing his red sheep mask, the plastic eyes staring deep into the camera.
"Zak Shields. Brother no more. You will fall with the rest of them. You turned your back on me, on the New Age, but where did it get you, Shields? There was no reawakening. There was no enlightenment for you, is there? No. There was only obscurity. But I cannot fault you; I was doomed to the same fate. We followed false prophets, that much Bray made clear to me; a Bastard and a McMahon. Now I follow no prophet. Now, I am ascending to be a god! And what are you, Zak? A footnote, in the infinite complexity of an unforgiving universe.
A shame."
Troy smirks. More images flash across the screen; the Hell in The Cell. Troy's bloodied face. The New Age banner burning.
"And you, Xavier Oden. I can't claim to know much about you. But we have seen you. We have seen your movements through this company; as you strive to make a name for yourself, we have noticed. Congratulations, Mr. Oden. This is your proving ground. Impress Bray, and perhaps enlightenment is within your reach."
"If there is any lesson from Bray that had touched me to my core, it is this sole piece of advice: Follow..... the Buzzards."
Troy fades into the shadows.
Troy is wearing his red sheep mask, the plastic eyes staring deep into the camera.
"Zak Shields. Brother no more. You will fall with the rest of them. You turned your back on me, on the New Age, but where did it get you, Shields? There was no reawakening. There was no enlightenment for you, is there? No. There was only obscurity. But I cannot fault you; I was doomed to the same fate. We followed false prophets, that much Bray made clear to me; a Bastard and a McMahon. Now I follow no prophet. Now, I am ascending to be a god! And what are you, Zak? A footnote, in the infinite complexity of an unforgiving universe.
A shame."
Troy smirks. More images flash across the screen; the Hell in The Cell. Troy's bloodied face. The New Age banner burning.
"And you, Xavier Oden. I can't claim to know much about you. But we have seen you. We have seen your movements through this company; as you strive to make a name for yourself, we have noticed. Congratulations, Mr. Oden. This is your proving ground. Impress Bray, and perhaps enlightenment is within your reach."
"If there is any lesson from Bray that had touched me to my core, it is this sole piece of advice: Follow..... the Buzzards."
Troy fades into the shadows.
