by in
Atop a the highest peaks of utopia, stands before you, the true king and emperor…. Asgard is a place where the most Immortal stand before their subjects… a kingdom that’s fallen, overtaken by a “VENOMOUS” poison that consumed her soul.
As he stands before his kingdom, onlooking the damage, a cryptic message is forespoken in hymns.
____ He speaks to his kingdom and subjects from a tucked away place____
Men once believed they understood power. That it could be worn like a crown, held like a belt, spoken like a name. But power doesn’t ask permission. It takes. It devours. And now… it’s the BAINE of ones existence.
As the last embers of the Black-Era flicker out, something colder rises. Something older. The PRESTIGE you all worship? It’s not GOLDEN. It’s control. And it’s already slipping through the cracks. You’ve been exposed as a pretend champion for decades, with the facade of pandering while protected by lackies and goons, the tyranny of the so called ‘Golden Elite’ will be forced into an ASYLUM.
You thought the lights would always stay on. That the system created would protect you. But the system has been corrupted. Rewritten. Hijacked by a spirit that claimed to the beacon of light, but was consumed by the darkest reaches of the outworld. She shall be gagged and bound by the confines of VCW, elected to lead, diminished by her own sins.
Heroes will vanish. Legends will be dismantled. No locker room is safe. No faction untouchable. From the top rope to the boardroom, the shadows have hands—and they now pull the strings. The puppets will have their master to pull the strings. For I am the master of puppets and they’re nothing more then pawns on the board of chess.
Every whisper, every strange glance, every unscheduled match… it’s all part of something greater. You’re not living in an era of competition. You’re surviving in an era of consequence. Like a rabid PITBULL with a ‘bat’ spiked like a CACTUS, the prestigious light will form a new DYNASTY where the SAINTS will become SINNERS plagued by the dark truth, convicted by NO GOLDEN AGE, and a the shine of a DIAMOND will be will lose its sparkle when they’re silenced. The “D”awn “O”f “A” new force will continue its pursuit.
My people, bow before your now Emperor atop the MOUNTAIN of ASGARD, the divine light will prevail, and even the darkest “VENOM” will be consumed as she will bow before her new master.
