Buzzing in with the drone of the insects, the primeval world woke with the red sun each day. Massive reptiles shook themselves awake, a pulse that thrummed them to feed. To fight. To dominate the world anew.

As the sun would grow tall, we would forage and fight, clashes of power that would shake the world primeval until the sun set. Even then, predators stalked unwary prey under the light of the moon.

These lessons are lost on you mammals, a world that you’ve long since forgotten. You forget the legacy and past of what you once were, aiming for lofty goals that if you could only just reach out to the stars themselves.

History defines you, but it also defies you. Claim all you like to be of tradition, of history. Where is your devotion to the bones beneath your feet? The ones that fell so long ago and lie beneath your feet are part of your history, your legacy.

The legacy of the land you claim to call home rests on the bones of a legacy far beyond that of your puny mammal kind can ever dream to muster. You claim onto a falsehood, cling to it as if tradition and mystery can save you from the disaster that is headed your way.

For the true legacy of mankind is to be scurrying underfoot of the true rulers of the world.

In these halls, in that ring, history shall clash with history. The moon and the sun combined, vs the might of an entire world crashing against you. Not a mere match of words, or of flashy moves. But brutal instinct and pure strength crashing into one another.

And the truth in it is simple. The weak will fall to the stronger foe. The large dominates the small. The strongest jaws, the sharpest claws, all tear into the weak. Sharp, metallic blood will flow, and the one that breaks will be the one that submits.

But the conclusion is forgone, for how can you match up with my might?

I am the culmination of millions of years of trial and error. Of beasts taller and stronger than even I am. Grinded against the stones of evolution, grown and forged in a primeval world that held no hands, whose bounds of family were only as far as you could could throw them. For fang, tooth and claw meant you ate, meant you could rule, and that was the way of life.”

So bring your traditions, your history, all of it under the eclipsed sun. I shall meet them in turn, and bring to you the reason why it took extinction for mankind to grow. For all mammals should be made to scurry underfoot, in the shadows of what is greater than they are.

Because in the end, all that you will truly feel is the shadow of defeat swallow you whole, a mere morsel to whet the appetite. For the eclipse will be consumed by the shadow of what came before.