Before the crowd appeared for WWFG Judgement Day, Chrono Clepsydra sat in a chair backwards in the ring, facing the crowd.
A lone spotlight upon him as the arena dark.




" I appreciate the cheers that everyone gave me at Backlash.
My intentions were merely to come out and congratulate Snypa on a job well done.
Wasn't my intention to start a thing, though Cartwright did bring it upon himself to get the crowd to call him names.
I wasn't even going to address the elephant in the room...
But..."


There was a pause, as Chrono gave a sigh.


" But do allow me to get a little 'personal' if you will, the year was 1990,
the final year of a famed promotion, Northern States Federation Wrestling, two promising young rookies ready to take on the world.
Trained together, fought in the gyms for those who would stand in our way.
Behemoth and Dragon.
Before I became the Timeless one you all know today, and before the Dragon you know and love today put his body on the line night after night after night in literal hell.

We were supposed to debut, but... the Dragon never showed up, and imagine my surprise he was signed elsewhere.
And look Dragon, I get it.
You wanted to carve your own path, I respect that...
But I always wondered why you opted to sign elsewhere...

We'll get to that, imagine my surprise I start hearing rumblings of you elsewhere, long after I took the Clepsydra mantle,
long after I took over the Clepsydra tribe,
long after I became the God of Time, accolade after accolade...
I hear your path paralleled mine. A Yin and Yang sort of thing... "


The camera zoomed out slightly, and it showed Chrono's fist was tightly wound, shaking with visible anger.

" and eighteen years later, we meet in the same promotion.
Extreme Entertainment Wrestling
And I must admit, after my lengthy stay here... In the WWFG,
I wanted a new place to conquer... But you... Well... Decided not to.
I always wondered, was this the same Dragon? Maybe... Maybe not.
But times are always changing right?
You had one of my rivals, an ally in Snypa Rifle as an apprentice, he was your Kohai...
And it's great you found someone to pass that knowledge upon, and I hope you're as proud of him as I am...
But then you decided to pity someone else, and for the sake of the old Beetlejuice curse, saying their name too many times will get them to appear...
And let's face it, they don't need attention... Regardless... Rather than trust the guy that trained with you, you went with... 'That'... "

Chrono spat, utter disdain in his voice, and the God of Time was fuming.

"Let me ask you this, what was your endgame... You know siding with them?
Because the Big Bad God wasn't taken down by you, taken down by him...
Not taken down by the British man, not taken down by your apprentice, the King...But a gun by a deranged lunatic...
And I took care of that b*****d in the match 'he' built... His best match.
Semantics aside. You disappeared once more...
You made it a habit, but...
You kept pitying people that proverbially bit the hand that feeds... And not for nothing but that's "MY' song. "

Shaking his head, there was a sense of relief and a smirk upon his face.


" I will say this...

We both swallowed that pride, and I got to venture to your promotion and became the last undisputed champion,
and you joined mine, and became a Hall of Famer.
And you may not want to hear this, but I had fun... Had fun eviscerating your top champions, cementing my legacy ever more as the Timeless one
and watching you show exactly why you're the Dragon, in name, not just a catchy moniker, not just a catchy title... But with the vicious ferocity but the state of mind...

So where did it all go wrong? It always seemed like when I came to a place...
You vanished, and I'd conquer those who 'slayed' you, ' conquered' you, or whatever idiotic cliche people want to throw around when it concerns your moniker.
I always wondered... What happened?
I always wondered why you ran when it came evident our paths would cross again.
It's not fear, no. I know you.
Maybe it's shame, because of what you did in our first encounter.
Maybe it's pride. Maybe you don't have it in you.
It could be any number of things.
Hell, maybe you forgot what you did.

Look, I couldn't care less about that dumb ******** cliche of wanting to slay you.
I don't want to put you out of your misery, I don't want to end your career.
No gimmicks, no families, none of that nonsense.
If you can whole-heartedly say that 'You're done and you're satisfied with your career...'

Then we both know, you're lying to yourself...
I'll give you plenty of time to decide Dragon.
After all, "I" have all the time in the world..."

The lights cut off ending the segment.