Coming Undone by KoRn beats a steady rhythm on the loud speakers as the violent explosion know only as Matt Mayhem bursts onto the stage, wearing his "Freedom Unleashed" T-Shirt and carrying a microphone. He waits for the crowd noise to die down a moment before he motions for his music to be cut.
You know, there's not too many things in this life that really piss me off. I mean, there's the establishment of false limitations that we, as a "polite society", a weak society, like to call rules and laws, put in place to control the weak minded imbeciles. Implemented to herd the sheeple. That's one big one.
But there's another. And that's simply this: I absolutely abhor people who conform to the will of another to the point that they assimilate into themselves the mannerisms, behaviors, and even appearance of another.
Mayhem pauses and looks around the arena, seeing many fans dressed like their idols booing at him, and throwing thumbs down to him. He smirks before he continues.
What's wrong? Guilty consciences? I wasn't talking about you morons. I was referring to a member of the RWU Roster. I was talking about a man who acts like, dresses like, and worse, THINKS like someone else. He even loses like this person apparently. His name, is X-Pac.
Now, I'm not one to criticize others' creative freedoms here. I love the right of people to do as they damn well please. Except when that right leads them into the complete assumption of another person's identity. This sham, this clone.. this piss poor excuse of a human being has duped you all into hating him. He doesn't deserve your hate. He deserves your pity if anything. He is a damaged excuse of a human being, and he should be put down. So tonight, in that ring right there...
Matt points at the RWU ring at the end of the entrance way, and the audience turns their heads almost in unison.
I will take on, and put down the abomination that is X-Pac