'A young man walks into a crowded street full of innocent people. He looks them straight into the eyes, though a little timid, he is determined. He looks to each person, sees the children walking with their mothers, sees the men conversing. He sees the trucks and the taxi's going about their work, and with out a care he stops at the side of the street. He glances one more time towards the Heaven he hopes to get to. With a voiceless prayer to Allah, he detonates. Killing all the heathens, which he considers from his fanatic point of view. The children, woman, men and workers are all heathens, sheep to be slaughtered for the glory of his god, and for his pitch to be allowed into heaven.

The scene cuts to an older Muslim cleric, talking to the young man who had perpetrated the violence on the Jewish street. Everything that is spoken is spoken in Arabic, the tone though you could recognize if you bought a care. It is a sales pitch, though it has more fevor to, more passion, and more anger. The word Allah is heard many times, as the older cleric continues speaking. The young man places a bandanna upon his forehead; hand bows the cleric as he finishes. The cleric is the Spiritual Leader of Hamas, Sheik Yassin. Brimstones voice speaks again over the cleric as he begins to speak to many young men that have gathered.

'Demagogue: One, a leader who makes use of popular prejudices and false claims and promises in order to gain power. Two, a leader championing the cause of the common people in ancient times. This man, Sheik Yassin, is defiantly the pinnacle of the first definition of this word. He uses the hatred of the Jewish people in the Arab lands to move his agenda forward. He could do this even if he was not a religious icon, but he is a fanatical cleric. One who perverts a normally peaceful religion into a tool of hate. He uses everything from Allah, to occupation to get young men to blow themselves up, killing those people you saw blown apart. That is the true definition of a demagogue.

Slate, you are neither a leader using popular prejudices to gain power. You by having that belt already have that power. You are not championing the cause of a common people in ancient times either. You are no Demagogue. Your speech does not infuriate me, nor does it do anything to me. You having that belt is enough for anyone to have their eyes set on you. To be a Demagogue of Entropy, you would have to believe in her, the way I do. Understand what she is and her very nature. Which you do not have a grasp on yet, though I am sure if you researched it you would, if you believe that loosing to you is failure to her. She has her followers loose, it is part of her nature.

You despising the success you have gained, and everyone else wanting it makes since. Getting to the pinnacle of the world of wrestling is a mixed blessing, for a moment you are the one person holding that title. On the other you must always watch your back. You are the one man marked for your whole reign. There is not one wrestler, from your friends to your enemies who is not eyeing your title. That is the Hell to the Heaven. That is the balance of power.

If anything Slate, that would make you a Muse. Someone who forces people to be better, by example, or by direction. You show everyone what it takes, and everyone has to conform to your level, or be beaten in the process. That is what drives anyone you face, to take that title from you. To ascend to the greatest place in wrestling.

The funeral of the young man his held in a West Bank city. Many men carry a coffin, way to big for the body parts left. The fire automatic weapons in the air, making this young man a Martyr in their eyes. The funeral precession lasts some time, and Brimstone's voice can be heard once again.

'You loosing that title to me would make you nothing like a Martyr in entropy. A martyr is a person who voluntarily suffers death as the penalty of witnessing to and refusing to renounce a religion, or a person who sacrifices something of great value and especially life itself for the sake of principle. For you loosing the belt would mean nothing to Entropy from her view on you. You would be a man who lost the title after a long reign. You sacrificed nothing for her, nothing at all. You would have to follow her, and believe in her for you to gain such a name. You will not loose for her, you will consider yourself blessed if you do. Thus you loose and sacrifice nothing.

I believe in Entropy, much like a person believes in a religion. though there is no church, not priests, no services to attend though. There is only the internal belief that the universe is burning itself out, and we do what ever we can to forward this process. Slate, I think the word you are looking for is not Martyr, but sacrifice. You dying for that belt, or loosing it, would make you the sacrifice to Entropy, not a hero for her.

You were expecting something completely different than what you have received so far in these promos. You were hoping that I would come out at verbally abuse you. No, it takes much more than that, as you have proven many times in the past, to beat you. Physically I am stronger, and larger. I know that means nothing in this business. We have seen this many times in the past. I will never be in the same spot as you have let yourself become mentally. Entropy tends to turn on her followers for other rewards later. I will do my best Slate, and that is enough for her and myself. There is something that you must remember, I am not the normal big man coming into that ring on fusion. I am not in the mindset you have been. I will not be if you beat me or if I turn your logic of being a Martyr into a sacrifice.

You can never be a leader in someone else's personal belief system Slate, no matter how hard you try if that person rejects you, you are only a leader in your own mind.

Reaching the pinnacle of wrestling will be the closest I ever taste to ascension. There is no Heaven after I day, even if there was I am most assuredly a place in Hell. Holding that title, will be the closest I ever come to tasting either place, and taking that from you will be a personal accomplishment no one else will be able to say they did.

As the funeral precession continues, tanks with the star of David on the side roll into town. Gunfire explodes as the people scatter. Men with bandannas over their faces begin firing at the tanks, but to no avail. Soon the scene evolves into a massacre. Many of the men are taken into custody or killed. The troops began mass searches of the homes and business’s nearby. A young Arabic man looks on anger in his eyes, knowing this is just another day in their lives.

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