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Written: 7/31/02 The power of any man- even this specific man- pales in comparison to the forces acting in nature. Take the 'mighty' Genesse, for instance. It's a minuscule river in relation to the world's waterways, yet it still churns with enough energy at times to crush a human being. Ignacio Seijas looks at it from a bridge just down the street from the Blue Cross Arena. He's wearing a grey tank top and blue shorts. 'There is nothing left. Every one of them has abandoned or betrayed me. The causes which I have wrapped my life around for these many years have all faded into nothingness. All my works have plummeted into obscurity. What is there to prevent me from throwing myself into that same void?' He jerks his head in the direction of the river. The cameraman moves to Ignacio's right and takes a shot of the water before returning to the original shot. Ignacio turns around to face us. 'I have always fought for something. I suppose now I have nothing more than to fight for the sake of fighting. If that is the case then it is time to remove the shackles imposed on me by Sickness. She warned me not to use my full strength lest I do serious injury to my arms. I have now had time to heal, and limiting myself has only led to a string of defeats. If I am to fight, I will fight with all I have at my disposal. The unleashing begins at Fusion. 'Aaron Axl, you are a speck of dust. An annoyance at worst and a pest at best. I shall give you the benefit of the doubt since you are a rookie and restrain myself from pulping you for one minute after the bell rings. After that you shall find neither compassion nor retreat until you are defeated. Johnny Glamour was the beginning, and you are the continuance of my return to greatness. Those who stood in my way shall be ravaged, while the rest shall be tossed aside like so much debris. 'I have but one request for you in terms of your inevitable response to me. Please attempt to tone down the saturation of banality which has been the trademark of your first two tirades. If you can offer me a civilized exchange in discourse then perhaps I will find a way to make your demise less gruesome than it might otherwise be.' Ignacio's face twists with mirth as he imagines doing great bodily harm to the rocker. His voice changes in attempt to sound more 'American'. 'In other words, Aaron, cut the sh*t.'
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