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Luke 21:10
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Topic Started: Sep 23 2017, 05:18 PM (94 Views)
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Agustin Gates
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Sep 23 2017, 05:18 PM
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Agustin: In his play, King Henry the fourth, William Shakespeare used a well known line that even to this day is used by musicians. ‘Heavy is the head that wears the crown.’
Sitting on a throne a certain way, staring long and hard at the camera focused on him was The Majestic One Agustin Gates. The former Undisputed Champion was in a neatly pressed gray three piece suit. The area Gates was in seemed to undisclosed. It was lightly dimmed with a weird mist floating behind him. Tapping his index finger restlessly on the armrest, Gates inhaled a deep breath seeming to have plenty on his mind before the start of the promo. It’s been a couple of weeks since PRW’s Prince Charming had last heard from his tetrad of fearless valkyries, The Armada. As hard as he tried to reach out to them, Gates couldn’t get them to respond back to his many phone calls and emails. It was until last weekend when he saw them competing on P10 (Perfect 10 Wrestling) now known as The Maidens of Justice, a promotion where the best women wrestlers compete globally, that Gates could breathe easily knowing they were alright. It still hurt him, keeping him up at night and distracting him from his training, that he was living in his large manor alone. Occasionally Gates passed by their former rooms to reminisce on the good old days.
Agustin: This phrase implies the great responsibilities borne by a king, who worries constantly. It also means a person in charge, or in a leadership role, has to bear many responsibilities, and it is a very tough job. These leaders could influence people to do the right things, and they in turn could make them do wrong things. King Henry expresses that the crown is so uncomfortable and heavy that it does not let him sleep. Of course, he does not wear it in bed unlike most people, but the pressure of leadership keeps him awake at night.
Sitting up straight in his throne, Agustin folded his hands together as the camera gradually zoomed in on him. The Majestic One had slightly heavy bags under his eyes, showing the lack of sleep he’d been having since American Pride concluded. Joey Ryan’s appearance and nauseating act still left a bad taste in Agustin’s mouth. Literally.
Agustin: And Luke chapter twenty-one verse ten says, ‘Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom.’
Rising from his throne, The Majestic One casually walked on ahead to an astonishing sight. The camera panned out revealing a large wall covered in picture frames. Each framed picture was of Agustin and his time in PRW. With his three brothers. One holding the Cyanide Championship, Internet title, the 2016 Wrestler of the Year award, and most importantly the Undisputed Championship. Silently taking in the memorable images, Gates made his way towards the framed matchups. Sean Aries. Alexander Owens. Alex LeBlanc. Cameron Locke. Ata Tatupu. Dixie Lanford. And a few others. Agustin spent a minute or so staring at his PRW iPPV images, his attention mainly drawn over to a framed picture of everyone who served under him.
Agustin: These images bring joy, but also regret to my heart. I’ve lived four years of sin in PRW. Thinking it was okay to verbally attack innocent children. Taking my anger out on those who truly never deserved it. Using loved ones, family and friends, to aid me in getting what I believed was rightfully mine from the start. And pushing away those who gave their all to help me reach my potential.
Sliding his fingers across the faces of his trusted heroines, a downcast expression crossed his face as he remembered the times he and his Armada shared after each victory in PRW. In the framed picture, Gates felt saddened as he couldn’t find himself from not looking at Shira and PRIMA. Two of the original members of The Armada. The picture was taken in 2014 when Gates had introduced his personal hounds after he defeated Dia Dorian. Everyone was all smiles, all six drop dead gorgeous women huddled around a sweaty and victorious Agustin. Each one had come from a different walk of life, all six willing to give their all to aide Gates in reaching his dreams no matter the cost.
Clearing his throat, Gates tightened his grip on the frame not wanting the water works to start up right on camera. Lifting his gaze from his second family, Gates took another look at his Wall of Majestic History with a somber expression. Many times Agustin wanted to get in a PRW ring with a microphone in hand, apologizing to everyone he’d hurt since signing to the company. Even to those he considered to be his rivals. But he felt it wouldn’t do much. He had tarnished the Advincola name each time he competed, spoke, and behaved whenever a camera was pointed on him. As many times his family and closest friends tried to get him to turn his ways, Gates would only amplify his ugly side ten fold. Back then, it didn’t matter who Gates hurt. If it meant he would be placed in the main card and get paid the big bucks, he would sleep like a log.
But now something had completely changed within him.
Agustin: The past can’t be altered. But it can be prevented from repeating again.
Placing the pictured frame of him with his subordinates back in it’s place, Gates turned the corner and looked up at a plain old bare wall. This wall was painted white with not a single crevice or chip on it. The wall had no fancy designs like the Wall of Majestic History. It was just a regular old wall. Passing by it while his right hand swept across it, a twinkling light abruptly appeared in the back of Gates’ eyes. Nothing was on it that made his stomach twist and turn uncontrollably. No one’s eyes were staring down at him with disdain or with the intent of bashing his head open. Looking up at the wall, Gates couldn’t find a single reason to feel guilty.
Agustin: I’ve been thinking to give this wall a touch up for a few days. Trying to figure out what kind of frames would perfectly fit with the color. However, something kept coming to mind each time I visited this place. Something that needed to be done before I could fully commit to this work of art.
Unbuttoning his blazer, Gates made his way back to the Wall of Majestic History his jaw tightly clenched. His breathing was a bit more rapid as he returned to the picture of him with The Armada. Removing the touching image from off the wall, Gates found a well hidden latch and pulled on it.
Agustin: My kingdom has been threatened a few times, each by worthy adversaries. Not one was truly able to crumble it to dust. And it shall not start now.
Once the hidden door was opened, the former Undisputed Champion slid out a tray which had a black cloth on top.
Agustin: Even though I’m unable to repair the bridges I’ve burned to a crisp, I can certainly make sure a certain rising kingdom doesn’t commit the same sins as I have in the past.
Pulling the cloth off, Gates stared long and hard at a sight that to this day boiled his blood. Maverick’s nostrils flared rapidly as his tightly clenched fists trembled intensely at his sides. Eerie images surfaced from the back of his mind, making PRW’s Best Prospect recall what the original wielder of the item had done in his life. The item bore a magma hot hole in the mind of Agustin Gates. Whenever he visited this place, Agustin couldn’t refrain himself from taking out the heinous mask feeling his insides getting caught in blazing wild fire. He knew why he kept holding onto it for so long. However, Gates didn’t know when it was the appropriate time to properly “return” it.
Briefly closing his eyes, Gates placed a finger on the mask his ears immediately being filled with a pair of voices that kept him restless at night.
Cousin Eddie: I’m shocked. I’m truly shocked. It seems that not a single brave soul occupies this place. No one has the courage to even try for a chance to stand before the most dominated force in all of the PRW.
Moving his thumb across the M emblem, Gates tried his utmost best to control his mixed emotions.
Kevin: I am disappointed that not a single man,woman or legend wanted to look me in the eyes. No one even had the will to look my men in the eyes. You see real power, real control; it does not come from force or chaos. It comes in the silence, in still of hand, in abject and frozen terror that belay the strongest of hearts and humbles the mighty.
Removing his hand from the treacherous mask, Gates took some time to gather himself before he acted again. Hearing The Obsidian Knight’s words running through his cerebral cortex was never a pleasant feeling. Gates never feared any man since he decided to lace up his boots. He proudly and arrogantly stood before legends, rookies, veterans, international stars, whoever thought they could permanently silence The Majestic One. But Kevin Mordrad wasn’t human. He was far from it. With a deep breath, Gates clutched the mask with both hands his entire being becoming stiff as the next surge of dark animosity overwhelmed him.
Kevin: No one may have been brave enough tonight but come Bloodletting, could that change? Will it change? I hope for PRW’s sake it does. A bored warlord is a dangerous one. Just remember that.
Exhaling heavily as he clumsily dropped the mask back onto the tray, The Majestic One felt like he hadn’t bathed for more than a week. There wasn’t a shred of life nor care in Kevin’s words, leaving Gates wondering who gave birth to him.
Agustin: Really? No one? Not a single soul was brave enough to stare down the monster, challenging it for it’s most prized possession?
After regaining his composure, PRW’s Prince Charming returned to his throne with a sly smile on his face. He seemed rejuvenated. Gates’ trip down memory lane and hearing a spooky audio from PRW’s Grim Reaper had somewhat changed the man. In more ways than one.
Agustin: That trinket my former blade? It seems to be a burden for you. Allow your king to liberate you of it.
With a final grin, Agustin Gates sat up straight in his throne before the scene faded to darkness.
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