Post by Office on Aug 6, 2024 22:10:40 GMT
The camera opens to a dimly lit room adorned with Mayan artifacts and a backdrop featuring the dense jungles of southeastern Mexico. The rhythmic beats of tribal drums play softly in the background. SANGRE, wearing his traditional silver, black, and red face paint, sits on a stone throne. His intense, disciplined demeanor contrasts sharply with the ancient, almost mystical surroundings. He leans forward, glaring into the camera with eyes burning with fury.
"Turing. NEXUS. You listen closely, porque I have a story to tell. A story of a being who was blessed with wings to escape the limits of man. Despite warnings not to fly too high or too close to the water, él desobedeció and succumbed to his lust for power. He felt invincible, above and beyond the limits of his hermanos below. He was blinded by his arrogancia, flew too close to the sun, and perished in the ocean. Nothing truly accomplished. A sad story of what could have been."
SANGRE stands, pacing slowly, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose.
"NEXUS, your capabilities are limited by the folly of a man who has forgotten his raíces, his history. Tradition has value, and those who forget their history are doomed to repeat it. Mi historia? It begins in the very essence of warriors who fought long before your conception. Technology allowed people like you to reach people like me."
He emits a deep, prideful chuckle before continuing.
"NEXUS, you are a hollow man, limitado por your overconfident creator. I doubt that you are truly a creation of metal. I believe that you are a mindless puppet, and that you can bleed, just like anyone else."
He stops and points a finger toward the camera, his voice rising with passion.
"At the Pollo Road Anniversary Special, in our No Holds Barred match, I will reveal what you truly are. I will dismantle you piece by piece until your carapace is removed, showing the world what truly lives beneath your shell. NEXUS, I once was shackled to an identity that was not truly mine. Once I lost my mask, I was released from conscription to the Pollo bloodline. Now I stand before you a free man. The chaos within me still exists, but now it is curated and focused on competition."
SANGRE's face twists into a menacing smile as he leans closer to the camera, the fire in his eyes more intense than ever.
"NEXUS, how dare you call me an imposter? You are a man living a lie, enslaved by a man pretending to play God. On August 12th, the truth will be revealed. You may have won a battle, NEXUS, but the war is far from over. I will uncover your scam when I make you shed blood and tears, not oil and fluids. After your defeat, you will know that tradition, honor, and the warrior's spirit can never be overcome."
SANGRE smirks, his tone now laced with pride and satisfaction as he displays to the camera an impressive award.
"Let me remind you of something else, NEXUS. At MAX-J's CRUISERWORLD II event, I emerged victorious, claiming the ENSOU! TV Sports Lightning Cup. I'm a former PMLL Cruiserweight Champion. You're right about one thing, Dr. Turing, you're new here. I have a lot of history on my side, and I'll show you why history should be respected. I rely on my heritage, my bloodline, and my unyielding will. Things that cannot be broken. Your tablet, your 'robot', and your will? All things that I know can be broken. You keep your shiny flashing lights and screens. They can be destroyed. I cannot be destroyed. You can cut the head off the serpiente, but it will grow back twice as strong."
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.
"NEXUS, Dr. Turing, your end is near. I am SANGRE, and I will be the one to remind you not to fly too close to the sun. You might crash and burn. See you in the ring."
The camera fades to black, the last image being the fierce, unwavering eyes of SANGRE, promising a brutal confrontation at the upcoming event.
"Turing. NEXUS. You listen closely, porque I have a story to tell. A story of a being who was blessed with wings to escape the limits of man. Despite warnings not to fly too high or too close to the water, él desobedeció and succumbed to his lust for power. He felt invincible, above and beyond the limits of his hermanos below. He was blinded by his arrogancia, flew too close to the sun, and perished in the ocean. Nothing truly accomplished. A sad story of what could have been."
SANGRE stands, pacing slowly, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose.
"NEXUS, your capabilities are limited by the folly of a man who has forgotten his raíces, his history. Tradition has value, and those who forget their history are doomed to repeat it. Mi historia? It begins in the very essence of warriors who fought long before your conception. Technology allowed people like you to reach people like me."
He emits a deep, prideful chuckle before continuing.
"NEXUS, you are a hollow man, limitado por your overconfident creator. I doubt that you are truly a creation of metal. I believe that you are a mindless puppet, and that you can bleed, just like anyone else."
He stops and points a finger toward the camera, his voice rising with passion.
"At the Pollo Road Anniversary Special, in our No Holds Barred match, I will reveal what you truly are. I will dismantle you piece by piece until your carapace is removed, showing the world what truly lives beneath your shell. NEXUS, I once was shackled to an identity that was not truly mine. Once I lost my mask, I was released from conscription to the Pollo bloodline. Now I stand before you a free man. The chaos within me still exists, but now it is curated and focused on competition."
SANGRE's face twists into a menacing smile as he leans closer to the camera, the fire in his eyes more intense than ever.
"NEXUS, how dare you call me an imposter? You are a man living a lie, enslaved by a man pretending to play God. On August 12th, the truth will be revealed. You may have won a battle, NEXUS, but the war is far from over. I will uncover your scam when I make you shed blood and tears, not oil and fluids. After your defeat, you will know that tradition, honor, and the warrior's spirit can never be overcome."
SANGRE smirks, his tone now laced with pride and satisfaction as he displays to the camera an impressive award.
"Let me remind you of something else, NEXUS. At MAX-J's CRUISERWORLD II event, I emerged victorious, claiming the ENSOU! TV Sports Lightning Cup. I'm a former PMLL Cruiserweight Champion. You're right about one thing, Dr. Turing, you're new here. I have a lot of history on my side, and I'll show you why history should be respected. I rely on my heritage, my bloodline, and my unyielding will. Things that cannot be broken. Your tablet, your 'robot', and your will? All things that I know can be broken. You keep your shiny flashing lights and screens. They can be destroyed. I cannot be destroyed. You can cut the head off the serpiente, but it will grow back twice as strong."
He steps closer to the camera, his eyes burning with intensity.
"NEXUS, Dr. Turing, your end is near. I am SANGRE, and I will be the one to remind you not to fly too close to the sun. You might crash and burn. See you in the ring."
The camera fades to black, the last image being the fierce, unwavering eyes of SANGRE, promising a brutal confrontation at the upcoming event.