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The Kings Speech
It has been a long cold Autumn since that fateful day, that day that shall remain in my memory for a centenary. It was the day when The Irish Man Mike Ryan and I were to become the number one contenders, the day when we were to climb over the meek to the top of the KPW Heap.
But sometimes fate deals you a cold hand, for on that cruel day Mike Ryan my Royal enforcer was illegally assaulted by that over the hill savage Juno Huia. Immediately the glow of victory faded away, and our moment was taken away by the hands of a cheat!
Though we were been beaten it does not mean we shall stay down, no because adversity is my muse, defeat is nothing but a peasant under my stride. My Kingdom shall rise, and you will all be under the rule my Iron fist.
The day is upon us, the time is approaching when The Irish Man Mike Ryan and I become the Rightful Champions that this pathetic country needs. And on that day when I rise to the thrown Anyone lucky enough to be shown pity shall be given a day each year to celebrate my greatness. A day for the peasants to honour me, this day shall be called The Kings day of honour.
But know this, there shall be no pity given to the doubters, no empathy for the conspirators and no mercy for anyone who opposes My RULE!
King Wilbur