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Almost Live: BAD World Title: Rat Fink (c) vs. Psycho
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(Cue up "Messiah" by Fear Factory)
(Fade into a press conference setting where Jay Wilkes, the official spokesman of WFW is at the podium.)
JW: Ladies and gentlemen, the president of World's Finest Wrestling, Mr. Rat Fink.
(Rat Fink walks out and stands behind the podium.)
Rat Fink: Beloved subjects of World's Finest Wrestling, I stand before you as your leader today, but not as a god, not a man apart from his fellow men. I will be a leader of the people, not a leader above the people. This was the mistake made by the old regimes they began to feel they were gods themselves and lost touch with reality, being consumed entirely by the surreal.
And not only now do we the New Age Revolution have the presidency of WFW we have the symbol of our victory, a symbol to unite the world around.
We have, the BAD World Championship.
The American one of the finest athletes in the world has proven his value to the NAR Revolution. He has made the world see that we are their shining saviors that would throw back the veil of surreality and unveil the charms of the evil that had brought them into the world of reality.
But of course there are constant challenges to the NAR revolution, and the first one has reared its ugly head.
Psycho will be the first to challenge our new leadership of this broken world. He desires to take our spoils, the prize we took by force from the old kings. This will not stand. The old kings will not achieve victory by sending their servants to take back our prize.
Psycho, you ravished victim of the surreal aristocracy how could you let yourself become a slave to a dying world? How could you follow the same path as Doc Silver, Shawn Hart, and Michael Manson? How could you let their values of goodness overtake your soul?
Can't you feel the pureness of evil, how it can cleanse the world?
Or have they so deeply brainwashed you that you are incapable of seeing the truth? See how they have tossed you aside not to pursue the dreams they have made you lust for but to do their bidding? Yet you so willingly plunge into battle not for your aims but for theirs.
And now you will not face the easy pickings the old kings have placed before you until now, but the ultimate test, The American. The best of my officers, a man of countless years of experience and amazing talent.
But here you stand a shattered beliefless man who does the bidding of others. Who cannot see the reality that their power is waning and that the new power of evil has all but freed humanity from their clutches. You must open your eyes and see how we have ended their terror, how we have ended their lies. By continuing to fight for them you just fight for one thing, your quick demise.
The American has defeated their appointed champion, and a more pathetic champion he could not have asked for. It was a testament to their desperation that they would make Diablo their guardian of the symbol of power, and further evidenced by their choice of retreiver. Will you be their dog Psycho? Will you attempt to play fetch with the BAD World title, a belt that will never leave the coffers of the NAR revolution?
Just think of how silly all this sounds, that you will take this belt back for your masters, when their original guardian could not do so. You are just their lackey, one they hope to delay their final defeat a bit longer, to prevent final justice from landing upon their head.
(Fade out)
(Fade into a press conference setting where Jay Wilkes, the official spokesman of WFW is at the podium.)
JW: Ladies and gentlemen, the president of World's Finest Wrestling, Mr. Rat Fink.
(Rat Fink walks out and stands behind the podium.)
Rat Fink: Beloved subjects of World's Finest Wrestling, I stand before you as your leader today, but not as a god, not a man apart from his fellow men. I will be a leader of the people, not a leader above the people. This was the mistake made by the old regimes they began to feel they were gods themselves and lost touch with reality, being consumed entirely by the surreal.
And not only now do we the New Age Revolution have the presidency of WFW we have the symbol of our victory, a symbol to unite the world around.
We have, the BAD World Championship.
The American one of the finest athletes in the world has proven his value to the NAR Revolution. He has made the world see that we are their shining saviors that would throw back the veil of surreality and unveil the charms of the evil that had brought them into the world of reality.
But of course there are constant challenges to the NAR revolution, and the first one has reared its ugly head.
Psycho will be the first to challenge our new leadership of this broken world. He desires to take our spoils, the prize we took by force from the old kings. This will not stand. The old kings will not achieve victory by sending their servants to take back our prize.
Psycho, you ravished victim of the surreal aristocracy how could you let yourself become a slave to a dying world? How could you follow the same path as Doc Silver, Shawn Hart, and Michael Manson? How could you let their values of goodness overtake your soul?
Can't you feel the pureness of evil, how it can cleanse the world?
Or have they so deeply brainwashed you that you are incapable of seeing the truth? See how they have tossed you aside not to pursue the dreams they have made you lust for but to do their bidding? Yet you so willingly plunge into battle not for your aims but for theirs.
And now you will not face the easy pickings the old kings have placed before you until now, but the ultimate test, The American. The best of my officers, a man of countless years of experience and amazing talent.
But here you stand a shattered beliefless man who does the bidding of others. Who cannot see the reality that their power is waning and that the new power of evil has all but freed humanity from their clutches. You must open your eyes and see how we have ended their terror, how we have ended their lies. By continuing to fight for them you just fight for one thing, your quick demise.
The American has defeated their appointed champion, and a more pathetic champion he could not have asked for. It was a testament to their desperation that they would make Diablo their guardian of the symbol of power, and further evidenced by their choice of retreiver. Will you be their dog Psycho? Will you attempt to play fetch with the BAD World title, a belt that will never leave the coffers of the NAR revolution?
Just think of how silly all this sounds, that you will take this belt back for your masters, when their original guardian could not do so. You are just their lackey, one they hope to delay their final defeat a bit longer, to prevent final justice from landing upon their head.
(Fade out)
60 days
(It's a beautiful day outside Saint Vincent's Health Systems as the last few warm days of the year fade into an oncoming winter. soon the warm sun he watched outside his window will be gone. Wind and rain will prevail till finally the whiteness of winter coats the ground. Psycho sits on a bench outside the medical facility. It's been sixty days since he was checked in. Now his stay is over and he returns to the violent world he does so much enjoy. He takes in the fresh air with a deep breath. Finally...fresh air...the smell of a hospital gone from his nose. That perpetual smell of plaster...medicine and disease. The camera moves in closer and his eyes gaze upwards from under his mask)
Psycho: Sixty days. Sixty days is how long I've been gone. A sligh problem with me not taken my medication lead to a brief stay where I could be more properly watched. Not a danger to myself or others. (smiles) Well at least that what they beleive. Now though...(chuckles)...I'm much better now. New pills...new orders...back on track and the WFW has welcomed me back. Back to what I do...what I enjoy so well. perhaps it causes more problems then I really need. perhaps I'd be better off just walking away from it all. Going home and living a solitary life....just me and my voices. Well...that's just not way to live. After all it could make me (laughs) anti-social on top of everything else. No...I'm back in the WFW...back doing what I enjoy. Back doing someting I missed eacn and every day I stared at those walls. That soothing color of bakers pink. I missed the WFW...perhaps what I missed most of all...not just the violence of what I do. Not just the cheers of the fans and the risk I take. There's one thing I missed...once smell...that sweet..sweet smell...OF BLOOD!!!
(Psycho pauses for a moment breaking into laughter which ends with a pleasent smile under his mask)
Psycho: It's been so long since I smelled that sweet scent, but once again I ahve my chance. I have a match...a match with a rat. a match with you Rat Fink...and as a bonus...small though it may be. It's for sometihng called the Bad World Championship. I guess it really is the little things in life some of us hold more dear then others. Yet....you have it and I get to (laughs) take it away
(He pauses fro a moment...as usual alone in his thoughts)
Psycho: Now...I didn't hear about your agenda...and I don't really care. You see mine is still the same as it was before I came into this place. I'm going to beat you...I'm going to take every risk and chance along the way to do so. You've seen and know I will do this. don't doubt it for a second. Not one. I've got my marching orders, but they don't come from ANYBODY. No...they come from the twisted wreckage of my mind...a place I have a hard time controling...Do you really think somebody else could be in charge of me?
(He laughs)
Psycho: not for a second...not one. Your first mistake in judgment had better be your last. For in the ring...well a reoccurance like that could cost you to lose all that you hold so dear. See I don't hold the same regard for the strap around your waist. I don't really care at all about a trinket. all I see is a man who would try and stop me. A man who wants to get the better of me. a man who wants to send me home in defeat. With any self respect none would stand for this. Ah, but I have none of that. Not much regrad for myself and even less for others. This puts your body in a very dangerous poistion...as it does my too. the difference is...I walk into this willingly...you? I bet you'll come kicking and screaming...that's ok though. (grins) I like a little struggle (shrugs) the noise...well I can silience that...and you. I've spent a lifetime trying to quite my own voices. Yours will seem quite easy compared to them.
(Psycho slowly stands and steps forward. He cocks his head to the side and back)
Psycho: I do no bidding. I'm no dog...no lackey. You...you are just a Rat...a lowly lowly Rat. So far the only importance of that belt I see is that of which you claim upon it. I've heard no outcry...I've not heard of any revolution. all I know is that a man will stand across the rign from me and when the bell rings I will defeat him. That's my life...baby steps the doctor said. Ah, but what do they know? guesswork in a white coat. (laughs) I played along...I fooled them all. Now I'm back and still just as dangerous as ever. You might not know this...at least not from the way you speak. ah...then a lesson is needed and one shall be giving. A lesson of blood and pain. I've missed that sweet smell...missed that rush of adrenaline when you begin to suffer. as a bonus I get your cries...your cries of loss. You and you alone hold the treasure so dear. Not me...(shakes his head)...I'm just making my return at what I love to do...you? Well you will have suffered you own great less. Don't blame me...don't blame whoever THEY are. Blame yourself...after all...you were the man foolish enough to sign for a match with me
(He turns his bak to walk off, snaps his fingers and turns back around)
Psycho: I'm am the one and true psycho of the WFW...I'm over an edge you really can't understand. be very careful, be cause when I fall...I will...guarantee this...I will take you with me. win or lose
(He let's loose a sadistic laugh, turns around and walks off)
<FTB>
(It's a beautiful day outside Saint Vincent's Health Systems as the last few warm days of the year fade into an oncoming winter. soon the warm sun he watched outside his window will be gone. Wind and rain will prevail till finally the whiteness of winter coats the ground. Psycho sits on a bench outside the medical facility. It's been sixty days since he was checked in. Now his stay is over and he returns to the violent world he does so much enjoy. He takes in the fresh air with a deep breath. Finally...fresh air...the smell of a hospital gone from his nose. That perpetual smell of plaster...medicine and disease. The camera moves in closer and his eyes gaze upwards from under his mask)
Psycho: Sixty days. Sixty days is how long I've been gone. A sligh problem with me not taken my medication lead to a brief stay where I could be more properly watched. Not a danger to myself or others. (smiles) Well at least that what they beleive. Now though...(chuckles)...I'm much better now. New pills...new orders...back on track and the WFW has welcomed me back. Back to what I do...what I enjoy so well. perhaps it causes more problems then I really need. perhaps I'd be better off just walking away from it all. Going home and living a solitary life....just me and my voices. Well...that's just not way to live. After all it could make me (laughs) anti-social on top of everything else. No...I'm back in the WFW...back doing what I enjoy. Back doing someting I missed eacn and every day I stared at those walls. That soothing color of bakers pink. I missed the WFW...perhaps what I missed most of all...not just the violence of what I do. Not just the cheers of the fans and the risk I take. There's one thing I missed...once smell...that sweet..sweet smell...OF BLOOD!!!
(Psycho pauses for a moment breaking into laughter which ends with a pleasent smile under his mask)
Psycho: It's been so long since I smelled that sweet scent, but once again I ahve my chance. I have a match...a match with a rat. a match with you Rat Fink...and as a bonus...small though it may be. It's for sometihng called the Bad World Championship. I guess it really is the little things in life some of us hold more dear then others. Yet....you have it and I get to (laughs) take it away
(He pauses fro a moment...as usual alone in his thoughts)
Psycho: Now...I didn't hear about your agenda...and I don't really care. You see mine is still the same as it was before I came into this place. I'm going to beat you...I'm going to take every risk and chance along the way to do so. You've seen and know I will do this. don't doubt it for a second. Not one. I've got my marching orders, but they don't come from ANYBODY. No...they come from the twisted wreckage of my mind...a place I have a hard time controling...Do you really think somebody else could be in charge of me?
(He laughs)
Psycho: not for a second...not one. Your first mistake in judgment had better be your last. For in the ring...well a reoccurance like that could cost you to lose all that you hold so dear. See I don't hold the same regard for the strap around your waist. I don't really care at all about a trinket. all I see is a man who would try and stop me. A man who wants to get the better of me. a man who wants to send me home in defeat. With any self respect none would stand for this. Ah, but I have none of that. Not much regrad for myself and even less for others. This puts your body in a very dangerous poistion...as it does my too. the difference is...I walk into this willingly...you? I bet you'll come kicking and screaming...that's ok though. (grins) I like a little struggle (shrugs) the noise...well I can silience that...and you. I've spent a lifetime trying to quite my own voices. Yours will seem quite easy compared to them.
(Psycho slowly stands and steps forward. He cocks his head to the side and back)
Psycho: I do no bidding. I'm no dog...no lackey. You...you are just a Rat...a lowly lowly Rat. So far the only importance of that belt I see is that of which you claim upon it. I've heard no outcry...I've not heard of any revolution. all I know is that a man will stand across the rign from me and when the bell rings I will defeat him. That's my life...baby steps the doctor said. Ah, but what do they know? guesswork in a white coat. (laughs) I played along...I fooled them all. Now I'm back and still just as dangerous as ever. You might not know this...at least not from the way you speak. ah...then a lesson is needed and one shall be giving. A lesson of blood and pain. I've missed that sweet smell...missed that rush of adrenaline when you begin to suffer. as a bonus I get your cries...your cries of loss. You and you alone hold the treasure so dear. Not me...(shakes his head)...I'm just making my return at what I love to do...you? Well you will have suffered you own great less. Don't blame me...don't blame whoever THEY are. Blame yourself...after all...you were the man foolish enough to sign for a match with me
(He turns his bak to walk off, snaps his fingers and turns back around)
Psycho: I'm am the one and true psycho of the WFW...I'm over an edge you really can't understand. be very careful, be cause when I fall...I will...guarantee this...I will take you with me. win or lose
(He let's loose a sadistic laugh, turns around and walks off)
<FTB>
Conviction???
(The spring releases and the trap shuts hard on a wooden stick. The camera pans up from the rat trap at a smiling Psycho. His eyes have a wild look of pleasure as he stares down. Slowly his eyes wanda upwards and he looks intot he camera)
Psycho: Conviction...do you have it? I wonder how much conviction you have in this New Age Revoultion? do you ahve what it takes to follow this movement to the very ends of the earth. For yuo see it's going to take that kind of dedication to the cause to pull your body where your mind wants to be. because from minute one...the very first I wil disuade you from that. Pain is a very discouragingfactor and I have plenty of it in store for you. Lot's of ways...lots of time and plenty of conviction. How is yours?
(He stares down at the trap and back up to the camera)
Psycho: The Rat has it easy. His is a quick demise. At my hands yours will be quite drawn out. Long and suffering. I've bene out of the rign fro quite some time and the pleasure I take in torturing you will be a very long night. Notice I don't come out and brag about my certain victory. See that's not my motive. Sure you have that trinket...you have that title you hold so dear. However no man...not mater if the outcome was in his favor cna really say he WON a fight with me (laughs) No...not for all the pain...all the risk...all the suffering he's been through. Victory for you might be just gettign yuor hand raised...for me...it's in each drop of blood spilled and every scream of pain you let out. That's my reward and anything above that is a sweet...sweet bonus. In this case...your BAD Heavyweight title
(he kicks the trap and it slides across the cement floor. He looks back up to the camera)
Psycho: For the rat he see the trap. He knows it right there...just can't refuse the reward. In the end it's only to late that he relizes he's made a fatal mistake. For you Fink...well it's same thing, but the outcome is quite different. The trap is set and you've walke dintot he match. Now it's just a mater of time till that fateful moment. When will it happen? When will I bring down your demise. When will the moment occour when you realize the end is near? (smiles) You know I'm dangerous...you know I'm crazy...you can't look in the camera and tell me you can predict what I'll do next (laughs) not with that smug look on your face. No...I'm crazy Fink...I'm crazy...got the paperwork to prove it.
(He takes a step forward and tilting his head to the side gives the camera a wink)
Psycho: My only question to you...is this...how far are you willing to go? How far will you push it to further your Revolution? For me...the envelope doesn't even exist. There's not a line I won't cross...a rule I won't break...a shortcut I won't take and (smiles) and object I won't use. Sleep tight on that note and when the bell rings...(grins)...I'll put your conviction tot he ultimate test
(He let's loose a sadistic laugh and walks off)
<FTB>
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(The spring releases and the trap shuts hard on a wooden stick. The camera pans up from the rat trap at a smiling Psycho. His eyes have a wild look of pleasure as he stares down. Slowly his eyes wanda upwards and he looks intot he camera)
Psycho: Conviction...do you have it? I wonder how much conviction you have in this New Age Revoultion? do you ahve what it takes to follow this movement to the very ends of the earth. For yuo see it's going to take that kind of dedication to the cause to pull your body where your mind wants to be. because from minute one...the very first I wil disuade you from that. Pain is a very discouragingfactor and I have plenty of it in store for you. Lot's of ways...lots of time and plenty of conviction. How is yours?
(He stares down at the trap and back up to the camera)
Psycho: The Rat has it easy. His is a quick demise. At my hands yours will be quite drawn out. Long and suffering. I've bene out of the rign fro quite some time and the pleasure I take in torturing you will be a very long night. Notice I don't come out and brag about my certain victory. See that's not my motive. Sure you have that trinket...you have that title you hold so dear. However no man...not mater if the outcome was in his favor cna really say he WON a fight with me (laughs) No...not for all the pain...all the risk...all the suffering he's been through. Victory for you might be just gettign yuor hand raised...for me...it's in each drop of blood spilled and every scream of pain you let out. That's my reward and anything above that is a sweet...sweet bonus. In this case...your BAD Heavyweight title
(he kicks the trap and it slides across the cement floor. He looks back up to the camera)
Psycho: For the rat he see the trap. He knows it right there...just can't refuse the reward. In the end it's only to late that he relizes he's made a fatal mistake. For you Fink...well it's same thing, but the outcome is quite different. The trap is set and you've walke dintot he match. Now it's just a mater of time till that fateful moment. When will it happen? When will I bring down your demise. When will the moment occour when you realize the end is near? (smiles) You know I'm dangerous...you know I'm crazy...you can't look in the camera and tell me you can predict what I'll do next (laughs) not with that smug look on your face. No...I'm crazy Fink...I'm crazy...got the paperwork to prove it.
(He takes a step forward and tilting his head to the side gives the camera a wink)
Psycho: My only question to you...is this...how far are you willing to go? How far will you push it to further your Revolution? For me...the envelope doesn't even exist. There's not a line I won't cross...a rule I won't break...a shortcut I won't take and (smiles) and object I won't use. Sleep tight on that note and when the bell rings...(grins)...I'll put your conviction tot he ultimate test
(He let's loose a sadistic laugh and walks off)
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RE: Conviction???
(Cue up "The Purpose Of Existence" by Ray Manzarek)
(Fade into the great hall of the American's estate, in black and white where he sits doing a jig saw puzzle. The huge puzzle lays scattered across the table as he slowly puts it together.)
The American: Psycho broken hero of the old republics, the ancient dictatorships, the fallen kingdoms, and the surreal.
It's amusing how pathetically stupid you are Psycho, a pathetic mass clinging to only what he knows, unaccepting of anything that may have surprised him. The old order fell and yet you hold on to it for dear life. Now you see that I will face you in this bout and yet cling to your metaphors for a match with the glorious leader Rat Fink.
The past you knew is lost, yet it seems to be all you can think of. Be it your opponent, your allegience, or your entire persona you cannot change. You are frozen in ice, stubborn, refusing to change. And why should someone like yourself feel he must change? You have had some modest accomplishments in your career and you feel that you may become set in your ways.
Sadly for such a minor talent you have grown such an ego to think you may stop the world at will and return to the past that no longer exists. Let me remind you that the future ain't what it used to be Psycho, the N.A.R. has changed the surreal back to reality and given the picture such a clear picture of what the world is, and what you old tricksters made them think it was.
Or perhaps you let yourself be fooled by the utopian view they gave you to trick the world into believing. Did you fall for your masters magic? Isn't it so easy to fall for the dream of a utopia only to realize that you are only supporting facism? To see yourself gain so much influence only to have it wane away until the only newsworthy thing you can do is die? It cannot be a pleasent thought Psycho, yet it is now all that you have.
The thing is, we already have the bait that you claim to have. The world title is in our hands, the precious symbol of the surreal system has fallen into the hands of those who will build the evil utopia.
We realize you are mentally instable, yet totally stable in the way that your handlers desire you to be. They want you to appear as this puzzle does, impossible to solve, yet with such a clear pattern if you just study it. Look at you, you have such a deliberate pattern to your service to your masters.
Of course you are ignorant of how your strings are pulled, and possibly rightfully so. They have let you think you are crazy, so you think you have no one to answer to for your actions. You think you are unstoppable. They have let you convince yourself of all of this, when it is all so painfully pathetically untrue.
This match will be the first chance you have for the wool to be pulled from your eyes. Finally the light of a new day may come unto you, and you may finally be given over to reality, to be taken from slavery.
Or will you just continue living the lie. For some reason i feel it will be the latter. No matter how badly you are beaten you can find such comfort in the lies of your masters, where you can hide and believe that you serve no one. You can feel you are second to no man despite your crippling losses, your failures, your short comings, your lacking.
Sad.
But we will be there, to retain ownership of your ruler's symbol, so that their surreal empire may not make a return. Until the people have all rallied behind the new world this symbol still has its uses to us, and it must not be relinquished.
Not to you Psycho, not to a second rate contender like Diablo, to no one the old empires can throw at us. This is the property of the people now, and they will not be destroyed by your masters any longer.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "The Purpose Of Existence" by Ray Manzarek)
(Fade into the great hall of the American's estate, in black and white where he sits doing a jig saw puzzle. The huge puzzle lays scattered across the table as he slowly puts it together.)
The American: Psycho broken hero of the old republics, the ancient dictatorships, the fallen kingdoms, and the surreal.
It's amusing how pathetically stupid you are Psycho, a pathetic mass clinging to only what he knows, unaccepting of anything that may have surprised him. The old order fell and yet you hold on to it for dear life. Now you see that I will face you in this bout and yet cling to your metaphors for a match with the glorious leader Rat Fink.
The past you knew is lost, yet it seems to be all you can think of. Be it your opponent, your allegience, or your entire persona you cannot change. You are frozen in ice, stubborn, refusing to change. And why should someone like yourself feel he must change? You have had some modest accomplishments in your career and you feel that you may become set in your ways.
Sadly for such a minor talent you have grown such an ego to think you may stop the world at will and return to the past that no longer exists. Let me remind you that the future ain't what it used to be Psycho, the N.A.R. has changed the surreal back to reality and given the picture such a clear picture of what the world is, and what you old tricksters made them think it was.
Or perhaps you let yourself be fooled by the utopian view they gave you to trick the world into believing. Did you fall for your masters magic? Isn't it so easy to fall for the dream of a utopia only to realize that you are only supporting facism? To see yourself gain so much influence only to have it wane away until the only newsworthy thing you can do is die? It cannot be a pleasent thought Psycho, yet it is now all that you have.
The thing is, we already have the bait that you claim to have. The world title is in our hands, the precious symbol of the surreal system has fallen into the hands of those who will build the evil utopia.
We realize you are mentally instable, yet totally stable in the way that your handlers desire you to be. They want you to appear as this puzzle does, impossible to solve, yet with such a clear pattern if you just study it. Look at you, you have such a deliberate pattern to your service to your masters.
Of course you are ignorant of how your strings are pulled, and possibly rightfully so. They have let you think you are crazy, so you think you have no one to answer to for your actions. You think you are unstoppable. They have let you convince yourself of all of this, when it is all so painfully pathetically untrue.
This match will be the first chance you have for the wool to be pulled from your eyes. Finally the light of a new day may come unto you, and you may finally be given over to reality, to be taken from slavery.
Or will you just continue living the lie. For some reason i feel it will be the latter. No matter how badly you are beaten you can find such comfort in the lies of your masters, where you can hide and believe that you serve no one. You can feel you are second to no man despite your crippling losses, your failures, your short comings, your lacking.
Sad.
But we will be there, to retain ownership of your ruler's symbol, so that their surreal empire may not make a return. Until the people have all rallied behind the new world this symbol still has its uses to us, and it must not be relinquished.
Not to you Psycho, not to a second rate contender like Diablo, to no one the old empires can throw at us. This is the property of the people now, and they will not be destroyed by your masters any longer.
(Fade out)