The Debreifing of the Dispute of the Chairs

I see you use the M-16,
But the AK is also pretty mean.
With power greater than all the others
It sends my enemies crying to their mothers.
That is, if they manage to survive.
There are very few left alive.
I'm so ruthless they call me cold-blooded,
Bodies and 'copters, with bullets, will be studded.

But it's alright,
I know you can't handle the AK's might.
You see, I'm Prestige.
Soon you'll be bowing and saying, "Mercy, my liege."

But I really like you,
Maybe someday you'll make your debut
As a soldier, one day commander,
Maybe as strong as the Great Alexander.

Remember, however, young padawan,
That it takes more than pure brawn.
You also need brains
To keep the blood flowing in your veins.

Remember these words, good sir,
And to you, my power will transfer.