Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 10:08:23 GMT -6
// The room is bland, white, simple. In the middle of the floor is a single wooden chair. Across the back wall hands a flag - two green stripes separated by white. There is momentary silence before the pounding of large feet. A monster of a man becomes visible, dark skin and shaved head, wondering toward the chair in the middle of the room. He takes a seat, loose shorts and tattered white t-shirt covering his expansive frame. His facial features are strong, his gaze appearing to stare down far-away enemies. His bare feet serve as an indication of his sheer size. He begins to speak, but pauses, before finally putting his broken English on display. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: I am far from my homeland. This is not my choice. America is not my home.
// A massive hand gestures toward the flag on the back wall. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: My home is near Zuma Rock. My home is near Yankar. I am from the “Giant of Africa” - the land of Nigeria. In its north and east - Borno. For much time, my home was known for beauty. Today, it is known for violence - Boko Haram. Genocide.
The green on the flag once stood for natural wealth. The white for peace. Now, it does not speak of such. It only speaks of past. A past we will never see again. The flag now screams of pain, violence, hatred. From that I have risen.
I desire not America’s opportunity. I seek no better life in a land of lies. I seek to spread the violence - the same violence America will not help protect my homeland from. Your nation, your Obama, wish to play world police. They don’t police everyone. They don’t police Nigeria, where our children are slaughtered and our strong country fades. They police for gain. I will destroy for my own.
// The gargantuan being lifts the right sleeve of t-shirt, over expansive arms to his shoulder. There is significant scarring. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: This is not new to me. I have been inside ring in Nigeria, Cameroon, Burkina Faso, Ghana. I am not new, I am not in fear. I have been inside ring in your America - in the south, the west. I have seen hate for my color. I have seen hate for my heritage. Yet I stand.
Now - I conquer.
I will conquer, not from hatred - from revenge. I will leave Missouri State Wrestling a ghost. A broken, lawless land. People will not remember as it was. People will shed tears as it is. You will feel as Nigeria feels.
I want no title. I want no fans. I want revenge.
// The massive presences stands from the chair, a full six foot seven inches tall. He stands, shoulders back - a dominant form. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: I am Ndamukong Asomugha. I am Nigerian Nightmare. I am not future of Missouri State Wrestling. I am end of Missouri State Wrestling.
// Asomugha gives odd smirk - almost deranged in appearance - as he trudges slowly away. All left visible is the wooden chair and Nigeria flag. All he intends to leave after destroying MSW. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: I am far from my homeland. This is not my choice. America is not my home.
// A massive hand gestures toward the flag on the back wall. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: My home is near Zuma Rock. My home is near Yankar. I am from the “Giant of Africa” - the land of Nigeria. In its north and east - Borno. For much time, my home was known for beauty. Today, it is known for violence - Boko Haram. Genocide.
The green on the flag once stood for natural wealth. The white for peace. Now, it does not speak of such. It only speaks of past. A past we will never see again. The flag now screams of pain, violence, hatred. From that I have risen.
I desire not America’s opportunity. I seek no better life in a land of lies. I seek to spread the violence - the same violence America will not help protect my homeland from. Your nation, your Obama, wish to play world police. They don’t police everyone. They don’t police Nigeria, where our children are slaughtered and our strong country fades. They police for gain. I will destroy for my own.
// The gargantuan being lifts the right sleeve of t-shirt, over expansive arms to his shoulder. There is significant scarring. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: This is not new to me. I have been inside ring in Nigeria, Cameroon, Burkina Faso, Ghana. I am not new, I am not in fear. I have been inside ring in your America - in the south, the west. I have seen hate for my color. I have seen hate for my heritage. Yet I stand.
Now - I conquer.
I will conquer, not from hatred - from revenge. I will leave Missouri State Wrestling a ghost. A broken, lawless land. People will not remember as it was. People will shed tears as it is. You will feel as Nigeria feels.
I want no title. I want no fans. I want revenge.
// The massive presences stands from the chair, a full six foot seven inches tall. He stands, shoulders back - a dominant form. \\
Ndamukong Asomugha: I am Ndamukong Asomugha. I am Nigerian Nightmare. I am not future of Missouri State Wrestling. I am end of Missouri State Wrestling.
// Asomugha gives odd smirk - almost deranged in appearance - as he trudges slowly away. All left visible is the wooden chair and Nigeria flag. All he intends to leave after destroying MSW. \\