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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 14 2006, 10:00 PM (53 Views) | |
| Cody Miller | Oct 14 2006, 10:00 PM Post #1 |
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Does the word friendship actually hold any meaning these days? Maybe there's something amiss that we have laid to rest a long time ago. Friendships are broken as easily as bones, but they are not as easily mended. What drives a person to twist the knife deep into the spine of someone they love and trust? Somebody has to take the fall. Here begins another chapter in one man's quest for purpose. A clip of Hardcore Heaven II was played, showing Cody Miller attacking his best friend of many years, Nero Kross, for no apparent reason right after his title match. Question would soon arise as to why this had happened? What was going through Cody's mind to go through with such an act of betrayal. There's really only one person to explain that in-depth---Cody himself. As the clip ended, the scene would focus in on Cody standing in a ring, holding onto the ropes with both hands. He looked as if he just went through some serious issues, as you could see the lack of sleep due to the bags under his eyes. Maybe he went through hell. There he stood, head held down, probably construing his thoughts into understandable sentences. And then his head lifted, eyes carefully watching the camera before him. I have done something I thought I would never do in my life, and it felt good. Last night, I attacked a man I thought to be my best friend; Nero Kross is not my friend. For years, Nero, for years I have sat beside you---no, let me rephrase that: FOR YEARS I HAVE SAT BEHIND YOU, WATCHING YOU WALK AROUND LIKE YOU'RE SOME KIND OF GOD! A god? You're not special, Nero, you're not special at all. You know what I got sick of hearing? Do you? "Oh, I've accomplished so much, man. People respect Nero fucking Kross." Respect you? No, no. You've got it all twisted! People hate you, loathe you. And if you were here, I bet you'd come out with, "That's what I want! I'm Nero fucking Kross, I am THE CONTROVERSY!" No, it's not what you want. You don't want to be hated, you want to be respected. You are nothing but the most worthless person I have ever seen. You aren't even a reliable friend, Nero. How many times were we supposed to team? How many times were you supposed to show up for events, or be there for me when I needed you? Never. All you say is, "Oh, I helped so and so before. They got where they are because I helped them out a while ago." You're full of shit. I'm fed up with you. We are enemies from this day forth, Nero. We will meet in the ring this Tuesday. And as God is my witness, I will obliterate you. If somehow you make it out barely breathing, I will come to the hospital that your worthless body is at, and I will choke the life from you. You are not safe, you are not untouchable, you aren't Nero fucking Kross. You're about to be nailed to the fucking cross, and be sent directly to hell, even if I have to make that journey with you. And those words could not have explained anything much better than that. |
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