Post by frenforleg on Dec 7, 2012 18:23:52 GMT -5
Mercier is seen in a dark room
We have lost. The soldiers still fight, the generals still speak of victory, but we have lost. (looking off) I won a great victory once…only years ago, but it seems like another life… I defeated Wild Ed Stanley in front of 80,000 fans in Wembley Stadium. What change is there in me between that moment and this? I confess, I do not see it. I feared defeat more than any adversary, but now that it has come, now that it’s finality is all around me, I am more frightened than ever. I am frightened because nothing has changed.
And what of the match this week? Some may see it as doomed to failure, but I am haunted by the thought that it may not be so simple. They don't seem to want to accept the fact they're dealing with experts in warfare; men who have been trained to ignore pain; men whose goal tonight is to win; to redeem themselves.
Oleg steps into the light to Mercier’s left:
Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight
He is my loving ally and my fortress, my tower of safety, my rescuer. He is my shield, and I take refuge in him. He makes the nations submit to me.
Joaquin to his right:
Come and see the works of the LORD, the desolations he has brought on the earth
He breaks the bow and snaps the spear; he burns the shields with fire.
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth
The LORD of hosts is with us
A word of advice! I suggest you keep one last bullet in your pockets, not for your enemy, but for yourselves, if you fail. There are only three ways you can return to me. One, fulfill your contract and win; two, broken and defeated; and three, in a box!
We have lost. The soldiers still fight, the generals still speak of victory, but we have lost. (looking off) I won a great victory once…only years ago, but it seems like another life… I defeated Wild Ed Stanley in front of 80,000 fans in Wembley Stadium. What change is there in me between that moment and this? I confess, I do not see it. I feared defeat more than any adversary, but now that it has come, now that it’s finality is all around me, I am more frightened than ever. I am frightened because nothing has changed.
And what of the match this week? Some may see it as doomed to failure, but I am haunted by the thought that it may not be so simple. They don't seem to want to accept the fact they're dealing with experts in warfare; men who have been trained to ignore pain; men whose goal tonight is to win; to redeem themselves.
Oleg steps into the light to Mercier’s left:
Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight
He is my loving ally and my fortress, my tower of safety, my rescuer. He is my shield, and I take refuge in him. He makes the nations submit to me.
Joaquin to his right:
Come and see the works of the LORD, the desolations he has brought on the earth
He breaks the bow and snaps the spear; he burns the shields with fire.
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth
The LORD of hosts is with us
A word of advice! I suggest you keep one last bullet in your pockets, not for your enemy, but for yourselves, if you fail. There are only three ways you can return to me. One, fulfill your contract and win; two, broken and defeated; and three, in a box!