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Post by Osh Vaughan on Feb 23, 2021 15:31:25 GMT
Alexander Drake vs Scotty Adams
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2021 16:30:47 GMT
Promo 1
As the show cameras come on a video introduction starts playing from a wrestling gym. A man in his middle 40s appears in the video. He’s in rather great shape for his age,but behind him stands a 6ft6 300 pound man that looks to have no body fat. He stands in a ring.
The older gentleman smiles in the camera as the people in the stands start to become intrigued by what they are seeing. The older gentlemen begins to talk.
JR: My name is Jason Ryan but you all can call me JR for short. I am the manager and active consultant of the beast you see behind me Alexander Drake. We’ve come all the way from Chicago to IIW for one reason. To show the world that Alexander Drake is the best wrestler on this planet.
Another young man walks in wearing wrestling protective gear. He steps into the ring and stand across from Drake.
JR: Now you see what’s about to happen is that my client Drake is going to go through a few wrestling holds and show you why he’s that damn good.
JR snaps his fingers and just like that Drake takes the young man down with a German suplex. The young man grabs the back his head as Drake stalks him. As the young man tries to get him he gets taken back down with a body to body suplex. This time Drake stays on top on him and locks in a choke hold.
JR:You see that ladies,gentlemen, and competitors in the back this is what always you when my Client Drake comes to Monday Night Mayhem.
JR:Continue Drake as a matter of fact make a statement I’ll cover the injuries go ahead.
Drake smiles menacingly as he looks at the young man who has passed out from the chokehold he’s been in this whole time.
Drake gets off the top of him and walks around his body before he stops at his ankle. He laugh as he picks the man ankle. As the young man finally comes through from the chokehold he screams in pain as Drake has locked an ankle lock look on this poor man.
JR looks Drake in his eyes and gives him the nod.
Drake viciously snaps the ankle of the young man. The young man screams in pain and holds his ankle as he lays there in the ring.
JR: All Right people that’s enough for today me and Drake have to get going now. He has a big debut match with an unlucky individual.
He reaches in his pocket and throws some money and a cell phone at the young man who is still in agonizing pain.
JR: Here you go lad take this money and buy yourself something after you called an ambulance for yourself.
JR motions at Drake as they both head out of the gym.
Promo end
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Feb 23, 2021 18:45:14 GMT
Dan DiStoner.
Chino.
Jonny C.
3 names that I am very much familiar with reside within this new battleground. A company that has its own storied; decorated history. Chapters that it has written in the sands of time and a new venture - for me, at least.
Yet as much as people might desire for this to be a 'family reunion' as they call it. The story of the 'band coming back together' so to speak, that is not the case.
At least, not at this moment it isn't. Maybe sometime in the future, it will be. When the time calls for the reunion to occur. For you see, it would not serve any one of us a service to try and lean on our histories together.
Our past battles and moments we shared, it would ultimately lead to us becoming the same track. Repeated ad infinitum to the point where we are known for nothing else but an act that should have died out and fallen into obsecurity years prior. A cheap nostalgia act.
I don't know about the 3 of you, but that's not what I'm about. It's not who I am.
Well, at least not anymore.
If this was 2012. If I was still the bright-eyed star that wished for nothing else but the thrill of stepping in the ring. The pulsating tension of standing toe to toe with people who I knew I could go with in the ring - trust me, this point still stands true.
I can still go with anybody between those ropes - and just wishing to entertain, maybe I would be more open to a reunion. Maybe I would be willing to indulge you in those bouts.
But that's not me now.
Call me jaded.
Call me worn down from the injuries that have riddled me. That riddled me even back then; caused me to step aside from wrestling back in 2013.
Call me scared if you desire - it's not true, but if it helps you sleep at night, feel free to think that .
Just know that the Scott you remember back then. The man who held np fear between those ropes. The one who would fly from the ropes if it meant entertaining the fans is long gone.
Vanished, for he was merely a facade.
Merely an act, who allowed himself to get sucked in by the pagentry. Allowed himself to be injected with the poison. Found himself trapped within the vicious cycle of believing the fans were supposedly right, when they never were. In fact, they are just as complicit in the degradation of wrestling as everyone else has been.
As I once was.
I accept that, I don't try to hide from that fact; in fact, it is why I serve the shrine in the manner I do. For I know exactly how the posion. The pagentry inflitrated the realm of wrestling.
Transformed it from being the pure, unadulterated competition it was designed to be, to becoming nothing more than a penis measuring contest for those who are insecure about themselves. Those who cannot accept the reality that they cannot surive within the realm unless they drag it down to their shallow depths.
They want you to believe them when they talk. They want to hold the illusion that they are as good as they claim. That they can stand up to the test that the shrine places before them - only to realise they have been entrapped within a maze, from which there is no escape. Snared by the prison that they themselves created.
Yet they are too blind to see it. They cannot understand how it is they wandered into its flames. They cannot comprehend the walls that are closing into them, as the poison is drained from their body, leaving only a husk. A shell, devoid of any life.
Just as they have always been in the eyes of the shrine.
Just like all 3 of DiStoner, Chino and Jonny allowed themselves to become, even if theu cannot see it.
Just as I was before I committed myself to the cleansing. To ensuring that the purity. The design is returned to what it had once stood for. The temple that had once reigned over the industry. The temple and purity that shall reign once more, as the flames commence their dance.
So, what Scotty will you be getting?
What truly has changed about me from the one you might remember?
You'll have to wait and see the answers when the time arises, for I do not plan on indulging your desires. I have no need to play a single card - and instead, allow this to fester within your minds. I want it to just sit there, draining your essance away as you ponder just what shall stand before you.
Wonder just which Scotty you shall be recieving when the time comes for the reaper to claim you. To bring forth your delieverance and purge you from the realm.
That goes for each and every persona within the IIW.
The flames await thee. ---
Alexander Drake.
You are the first soul. The first being that has been served to the flames. That the temple has called to be exterminated. And you know, I kind of feel sorry for you. This wasn't meant to be your fate. You weren't meant to be known as numero uno.
You weren't designed to be the first name left within the ruins of the fallen kingdom. For you are merely a cog in the machine. One that fits in; fades into the background without being noticed. Left to their own devices until they were needed to fulfil their purpose. Until the time came where you would be required to slot into the slot that had been allocated to you.
Yet here we are, with the prison closing in upon you. The walls that hold you within, collapsing at your own calling. See, Alex - I need not do a single thing. I don't need to play any card upon the table, for you have already shown your hand for me.
You have already revealed yourself to be no more deep than a twelve year old who googles 'meaningful quotes' and posts them online. Believing that they are offering insight and inspiration, when all they are doing is showing how vain. How devoid of any true meaning they are.
It's adorable really, or at least, it would be if it weren't so pitiful. At the same time, I cannot blame you for that.
It is merely a bi-product of society. Glorifying the vanity and craving acceptance. The desire to make yourself relatable so that people can feel empthy for you. The hope that they will accept you as you are. I was in the same boat as you - when I was the age you are now, too.
Believe me, I understand your plight. Your desire to be more than a mere rat in a maze. The turmoil of desiring, of craving the cheers of the fans. The respect of those you call 'peers', yet never being able to attain it.
Why is that, Alex?
I know the answer, but it is not for me to answer for you. You are the one who needs to figure it out, before it crashes upon you like waves of agony. Before those walls engulf you within them, leaving you with no room to breathe. No window to escape from. No comfort aside from the dancing flames that consume you.
You might wish to believe the fans, those who rally behind you can provide the strength you require. The fortitude you seek before you walk into the realm. Before you wander down the passage to your final supper, yet they are just as blinded by the wool as you are. For they cannot see beyond the poison.
They do not comprehend the shrine or its desire. Soon enough, they shall have no choice but to realise they have enabled the poison. That it is them, that brought you to your deliverance.
That they are the ones who enacted the purge.
And it is them who shall helplessly watch as everything is stripped away from them; rebuilt within the image of purity. Within the reflection of the shrine.
Mayhem, shall merely be the commencement of the first phase.
The insertartion of the first cog into its seal as the coffin falls into place. As the dirt is poured upon your husk, Alex. You are merely the lamb that has been led forth to its final slaughter.
And the hands of fate shall provide the deliverance sought.
I shall see you there. ---
Now, back to the differences between the me of 2012 and the me of today. Well, the ones that don't pertain to the realm.of wrestling - for as I said, those shall manifest when the time is ripe. With Mayhem merely serving as the opening stage.
No, I mean the side of me you don't often see.
The more - shall we say - personal side of who I am.
For you see, in 2012 I was still reeling from Joely's demise. I did not know if I would ever be able to bring myself to love again, for I never wanted to put myself in the position where I would be the reason for their demise. Yet here I stand, married to the angel that guided me.
The love of my life.
Bianca.
She was there for me. She was the shoulder I leaned on when I was within the mire. She was the one who taught me to love again.
No, not in the fashion that soap operas preach.
I mean, truly allow someone to see my scars. My vulnerabilities, just as Joely had. It is her and Lucina that I fight for. It is them that inspired me to step back between the ropes - to enact the purity I seek. To be the one to truly set the wheels into motion. To uphold the ideal of the 'Silver Bullet'.
And it is for them that I shall stand. That I shall ensure the flames ensnare those who have fallen into the passage of the poison. Those who, much as Alexander is, are misguided souls. Yes, it all ties into wrestling - as much as I strive to separate them. As much as I wish to ensure they didn't overlap, it was always gonna be futile.
Especally as Bianca herself is just as immersed within the business as I am. In fact, she insisted on joining me here, though in a part time capacity due to needing to care for Lucina, as well as Amelia and Chili, who are staying with us.
For just as I have in recent years, she wants to re-enter the fray. Yet that is a story for another time. A time that shall come soon, I promise. I'll leave it for her to divulge that information to you.
What about Adams Enterprises?
All you need to know is that it is thriving. Even through the sprial that has been 2020, it has stood tall. It has persevered, where lesser businesses have faltered. We have deals in place that shall be known when the time calls for them. Don't you worry.
Much like the Adams training gyms, where the next generation - the ones for whom I am attempting to ensure wrestling returns to the glory it once held - shall come forth and find their way.
They are the shepards of the future and much like enviromentalists wish to do when it comes to reducing emissions and the impact of global warming, I am saving the wrestling realm from its own poison.
For that is what the industry desires.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2021 14:10:38 GMT
Promo 2 The screen cuts on in the parking lot; a big black expensive-looking pickup trunk pulls in with a screech. The driver's door swings open, out steps Jason Ryan, the coach to “The Titan” Alexander Drake. He smiles as he says the camera crew back to allow his massive 6’6 300-pound beast protege to step out of the passenger side.
The IIW newcomers grab their bags then head inside the building. A bunch of different people is scattered around, work feverishly to get ready for tonight’s show. JR leads the scowling Drake down the hall.
As they turn a corner, a nervous-looking man in a crew t-short accidentally knocks into Drake spilling scalding hot coffee on the Mad Titans chest. Alexander grins, seemingly enjoying the pain that would leave a normal man screaming in agony. The brown stain on his clothes is a different matter that makes this Incredible Hulk angry.
He grabs the apologetic staff member by the throat, lifting him off his feet and into the wall; Alexander Drake faces the mannose to the nose, staring the petrified man in the eyes.
JR: Ok, Drake put the little man down. I think he’s seen the error in his ways.
Drake drops him down, straightening his shirt and mockingly patting him on the head as he turns to walk away. JR drops down beside the man and puts a few dollars in his pocket to avoid a lawsuit.
A jog helps JR catch up to Drake as they turn the final corner to their destination heading for the locker room. Bravely standing in the way is backstage interviewer Michael Morrison.
Michael: Excuse me, gentlemen, I was wondering could I get a few words.
JR: Ok, back up a little why don’t you and I guess we can work in a few minutes of our precious time. What would you like to know?
Michael: Well, how does your client feel about his matchup and taking on Scotty Adams?
JR: well, to be honest, we don’t know much about the guy, but whatever his accolades are and his fighting style won’t matter.
JR: You see, once you step in the ring with this beast of a man. Your life just became in jeopardy. My client Alexander Drake will BEAT you to within an inch of your life and make you regret even accepting the match to begin with.
JR: Now, Scotty, don’t be offended because what I speak is the truth, and this doesn’t just mean you either. You see, you’ll be the poster child you can say on why you don’t pick a fight with Alexander Drake.
Michael: That’s some big words you just said, JR; let’s hope your client can back it up that’s it for...
Drake gets in the face of Michael as if something he said has ticked him off. JR slides in between the top, trying to create space.
JR: Mr.Morrison, next time you interview with my client. Make sure you watch what you say because Drake doesn’t need hope to beat an Individual He’s the most gifted wrestler and MMA specialist I’ve known ever.
JR motions Drake to head into the locker room as they walk in. Michael still seems shocked about what happened. Screen cuts off
Promo end
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Post by Scotty 'Silver Bullet' Adams on Mar 4, 2021 13:53:43 GMT
The early morning sights and sounds of Auburn, Alabama are tranquil and peaceful. The fresh; crisp morning air hitting my body as I wander down the street. Allowing my mind to cleanse itself. To absorb the tranquility; simply immerse myself within my surroundings. Uninhibited by any stress or other clogs that reside within. Whether the origin of those be my personal life or my professional life.
It's something that I like to do once a week to enable my body. My mind to just decompress and find some sense of sanity. I recommend everybody try to do it, for as much as some might wish to deny it. As much as some people might wish to hold the belief that they can hold everything together. That they can retain a sense of sanity without aid, they really can't.
Trust me, I know what it's like - I'm that sort of person myself. Yet sometimes, it all weighs on you; it pushes you to the point of breaking. To the edge of your very fibres as you resist the urge to break. The temptation to release everything you have pent up, upon the unwitting soul that does as much as look at you the wrong way.
No matter how much you care about that person.
I've transversed that road many times before. To the point where these walks are more than just simple decompression mechanics but rather a strange form of therapy, without needing to actually sit down and talk to someone and project my own issues. My own perils upon them.
It's why as much as I know Bianca is here for me - as much as she tries to get me to open up. As much as she tells me it isn't a burden on her; that she promised to hold my mental state within her palms the moment we got married, I just cannot bring myself to pull the trigger and confess everything to her. It's just not who I am.
To me, my battles are my own and if that means these walks are my way of conveying the battle. The turmoil that resides within me, then so be it. Plus, it allows me to get outside and allow me to have 'alone time'. Time where I can absorb my surroundings and admire them for what they truly are.
There's a reason I chose to reside here rather than in our already established American bases of Chicago (where Adams Enterprises American branch HQ are) or Philadelphia (where I resided when I made my return in 2018). It's more peaceful and serene here.
Yes, it's a college town; with that comes the occasional rowdy frat kid running about, but those are few and far between. Plus, they tend to stay within the college apartment so I rarely if ever have to interact with them, so they're benign for the most part. Much like flies. A nuisance at times, sure, but mostly just harmless and keep to themselves.
Taking a deep breath, I continue my walk, the breeze continuing to hit my body and clothing as I peer across at the few houses that line this street. A soft smile crossing my face as I do. It might be a simple action, but it fills me with a sense of pleasure. As I stated before, these walks are always calm and tranquil. Much like the houses within this city.
No matter how many times I have made this very walk, that feeling of pleasure will always linger within me. The feeling of tranquility. Of inner peace. Glancing forward once more, I slow down my walk and allow a sigh to softly leave my lips. ---
It's like clockwork at this point.
Each and every time, their rhetoric will remain the same. They will always attempt to play the role of the tough, viscous persona. They will always attempt to convince themselves that they will be the one to beat me to an inch of my life.
That they are a threat to be taken seriously, lest they snap and break me in the middle of the ring. Yet they understand not what it entails to truly be the danger they claim. They cannot comprehend even the first thing about viscousness. About brutality and they show it with how feeble they truly are. How their statements become nothing more than an echo.
I'm not the one you need to convince, Alex.
I never was the one you needed to convince.
See, I already know everything I need to know about you. I know your strengths and your weaknesses. I know about the insecurities that manifest within you. For unlike you or your little advocate. You little marionette who attempts to present you as this being this tough hulk-like character, I have nothing to hide.
I don't need to convince anyone of why I am who I am. I don't need to present a facade - at least not any more. I don't need to try and hire actors to make me seem more intimidating than I am. Because what you see before you is me. Live and living colour with nothing else filtered.
As I told you, I need not say a single word, for you would show your hand to me. You would foolishly lay it all on the table. Bare and for the world to see. Much like a fish in the ocean, you couldn't help yourself but nibble at the bait as it dangled from the hook thrown out. ---
Pivoting my body around as I reach the end of the street, I pull my Samsung Galaxy S8 out from my shorts pocket; scroll through the messages. More so out of habit than anything else, really. As I know that if I were to recieve any messages, it would be through my 'work' mobile if it pertained to Adams Enterprises, or they would call me otherwise, unless they didn't have time to.
Well, everyone else except Bianca that is.
She usually texts me when I go on these walks, either to let me know about Lucina or anything else that might be on her mind. Usually however, she waits until I get home. Continuing to scroll as I walk, I notice a message sent to me from Hayley Rivers and softly smile to myself. I don't even need to open the message to know its contents.
Hayley is one of the chief consultants for us at Adams Enterprises; a long-time friend of mine. Much like everyone who works under the AE banner. Yet this message isn't about AE business at all --- Bianca is handling that component for now at least, with input when needed from me.
Rather, this is more *personal* than that. It's about her; her being accepted for a gig in Home & Away, one of the most sought after soap-opera gigs in Australia; a role I know she's been trying to get for ages.
By ages, I mean the past 3 years --- yet she could never get her foot in the door. Until now. I couldn't be any prouder of her. She deserves the role and has worked as hard as anyone I know in order to get it. Heck, I even worked with her back in early 2019, in order to help her understand the nuances she had been missing.
The little things directors look for when scouting actors and actresses. Shoes I have been in myself --- on both sides of the coin. To me, it was the least I could do for her.
~~~I'm proud of you, Hayley. You deserve this.~~~
Sending the message, I close the message app, before sliding my phone back into my pocket and allowing my thoughts to return to the tranquil state they were in prior. Calm and at ease with everything. ---
Don't worry though, Alex.
I understand the temptation. The desire to assert oneself, despite what the signals might be telling you. The wish to embed your message, even if it is what shall lead you to your own grave.
It's human nature.
We wish to present ourselves as alphas, in order to hide the fact that we are fools. Driven by nothing but misguided beliefs. Unable to comprehend the gravitias of our notions. Yet you see, all that does --- is project your insecurities. Your own doubts upon the slide that has been devised.
It reveals you as being nothing more than a simple cog. A portion of the presentation that shall arise, as the shrine brings about its purge.
Its curing of the business and those who have brought about the poison. Those who are too weak to stand upon its throne. Those who are merely part of the machine as it churns. As it chugs along, awaiting its calling.
Don't worry. It's as I told you, you weren't supposed to be numero uno. You weren't intended to be the first name. The first piece of the puzzle.
The cards just fell that way --- and you are the one who must now pay your toll to the reaper. ---
"If only ---"
I whisper to myself as I continue to walk. Stopping myself mid-sentence as I raise my right hand: place it atop my heart. Feeling her essance still with me inside. It may not be the same as her physically being here, it's at least something to cling to. Something to ensure that she is never forgotten.
That her memories. Her presense; her aura encapsulate me. For she is a huge part of who I am. She was the one I was supposed to be with eternally.
Yet it was due to me that she was stripped away. 9 years on and I still haven't fully forgiven myself. I don't think I ever will forgive myself. At least, not 100%. No matter what she might desire. No matter what Chilli tells me --- I just can't.
I faltered. I let them take her. I am not one to hide from that. It's why I'm as protective of Bianca as I am. It's why I brought Chilli under my wing. To me --- it's the only way I can truly begin to pay my debt to Joely off.
"This street reminds me of our home in Chicago. When you and I would simply wander down the road. Our minds filled with nothing but bliss. Admiration for the sights that surrounded us."
Whispering this, I stop in the front yard of my apartment. Not wanting Bianca to see the tears that are forming in my eyes, yet unaware that her shadow is on the porch. Her body in the doorframe, staring straight towards me.
"I cherish those days. When it was just us --- uninhibited and free of the chains."
Glancing towards the door, I notice Bianca and shoot her a soft, but unconvincing smile. Unconvincing in the sense she knows exactly what --- or well, in this case --- who I am thinking of. Even if my whisper wasn't loud enough for her to hear. She sees it in my eyes.
To her, I am an open book. Yet she simply nods to me, returning the soft smile. Understanding that silence is all I desire right now as Joely's memories manifest themselves around me. ---
It's a toll that we all must pay at some point. No matter who we are, or where we stand in the view of the shrine. For it is only once the toll is paid, that we can call ourselves cleansed. That we can claim hold to the salvation that we have eternally sought.
Just as I had to, when I became one with the shrine. When I became the harbinger of the doctrine it desires to bring forth. When I allowed the flames that had always festered inside of me to blanket my soul. To become intertwined with me.
Something that you, much like those who stand within the poison have disavowed. If not by words, then by your actions. Or rather inaction.
For inaction makes you just as complicit in the degradation as much as partaking in pagrenty. It is for that, which you must stand before the hand of fate; plead your fruitless case.
Yet your bell has already chimed Alex; the mirage you set for yourself, has already vanished. Replaced by a cauldron of fire and accompied by the song of your final breath.
I'm not the one you needed to face, Alex.
That person was yourself.
I'm just the one that shall bring the song to life as your walls finally cave in around you.
See ya at Mayhem.
The flames and their dance await thee, as the shrine brings phase one into motion upon my calling. ---
Sighing, I allow the final memorie --- the one of Joely's demise to fade as I walk inside. Knowing that this was Joely's way of convincing me that despite everything. Despite me -moving on- in a sense, she knows how much she meant to me. That she retains a large portion of my mind. My thoughts; that I am living out my marriage to Bianca in a manner that allows her to channel herself viacariously through her. Entering the apartment, I notice Bianca sitting on her sofa, smiling and looking at me as she reads Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire.
'Everything okay?'
Her tone gentle, she sits up slightly --- noticing the distant yet relaxed look within my eyes. Understanding that Joely is still within my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine babe."
I respond calmly, as she morphs her glance into one of *are you sure?* but simply nods as she continues to glance through the pages of the book, whilst I enter the room.
"How's Larni?"
I ask, knowing that Bianca had talked to her on the phone earlier this morning, when she couldn't sleep.
'She's great. Did she tell you about Hayley getting the Home and Away gig?'
Beaming internally, she looks across at me, as I nod. Technically, Larni didn't tell me. Hayley did, but either way - the answer is still the same.
"Hayley texted me."
Bianca smirks, as she masks the fact that she wants to scream joyously. Much as she had when she heard the news. All her efforts with Hayley had paid off. Those messages, the zoom calls and the late night chats had led to the desired end goal. To Bianca, it's as if she had been accepted for the role.
'I asked her to make sure she sends the episodes to us as soon as they air. It's a shame they don't air it here.'
We both share a laugh. Normally, I couldn't care less about Home & Away. Soap operas aren't my thing. But for Hayley - I'll make an exception. Even though I know Bianca would force me to watch either way. Friendship reigns supreme and what kind of friend would I be if I -didn't- support her? It's something Bianca has mastered the art of. Persuasion.
"Yea. They really should, to be honest."
Bianca's eyes light up, as she laughs.
'At least we have Larni and Sarsha to keep us up to date.'
I laugh, softly rolling my eyes.
"You mean, keep -you- up to date. You know how I feel about soaps."
'I guess.'
She lowers her head, slightly in disappointment though she shoots a gentle smile before doing so. As if to say *alright, you win this round* whilst masking a secret vow to someday bring me around. To make me see the soap for the masterpiece it truly is.
"Anyway, I better go prepare breakfast."
Stating this, I push myself off the couch; begin to walk out of the room and into the hall. slipping my hand into my pocket and slightly pulling my phone out, seeing that it's 9:37am.
'Alright babe'
She gently smiles as I disappear into the hall. My thoughts floating between her, Lucina and my impending match with Alexander Drake.
A man whose clock has struck midnight, even if he doesn't wish to see it.
Come mayhem, he will have no choice but to face his own destiny. A destiny that he himself crafted. For the seeds have begun to blossom inside of him --- they are just awaiting the call to bloom.
The bell shall chime one final time, as he is delivered to his final place of rest within the coffin of the shrine.
That has already been sealed.
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