Post by adm on Apr 16, 2009 18:28:16 GMT -6
“Ring around the rosies. Pockets full of posies. Ashes…Ashes…we all…fall…DOWN!”
Darkness surrounds me as I sit in my chair, no lights in the room. I am clothed in the night and it is my shield against those who would wish to harm me. I have become something for one-time only, something that is a spectre, a ghost, a phantasm that lurks in the closet and head of those I am facing. I am sitting not in a regular chair, but a wheelchair, clothed in nothing but black from head to toe. You can hardly see the glow of the red light on the camera’s record button in my darkened eyes, but this room, this hotel, is now my home. For one time only, I will become the ghost of the failures of two of my three opponents. For one time only…
“One, two; Bates is coming for you. Three, four; better lock the door. Five, Six; Bates is sick. Seven, Eight; now it’s far too late. Nine, Ten; Bates will win again.”
Yes, one time only I will come to you as the one you pray will never return. The one who has broken his spine in service to this place, the one I mocked once before. The one they call…Dark.
“Prophecy is nothing but the darkest deeds in the darkest night. Prophecy is nothing but a heartbeat taking flight. Come into my home, Sexy Jason and JackHammer. Come Ace. Come one, come all, come and I will see you fall. Hand on the clock approaching midnight. Time will come for the great fight. Odd couple will be your torment, right? Oh yes we’ll destroy, kill and maim on sight.”
In the darkest hole, you’d be well advised not to make comments about my sanity, predictions or Photoshop skills without first looking beyond the things I have said or done. First, you must look within yourself and see if you are scared of the dark or not. And Harold…it’s time for me to join you in the darkness that binds us. We are the nightmare, the things that people fear to face. We are nigh unbeatable, and together we are unstoppable forces of nature. We are the things that wait inside their dreams, the horror films that play in their heads while they sleep.
“Yes, I shall come out of the shadows and show you what it is you truly fear. For Ace, it is losing the title and being nothing more than a paper champion. His mockery of a “Quantum Leap” imitation is proof he’s trying to cover his fear with humor. Good job, you made a mockery of something I thought could have been an interesting way of getting into your head, but I did, didn’t I? I upset you, giving the most accurate and succinct way you could possibly lose that title. Adam Knite cheats, that’s the ONLY way you can lose, right? It could NEVER be fair…no, not for poor, dear, old Ace. But that’s the thing, I’m not here to destroy the federation when I run out of opponents, no, I’m only hoping you will be man enough to face me one-on-one down the road, but it won’t be for that title you hold, even if you do retain at the Pay Per View, I have no interest in going directly to the top, even if I am put as the #1 in nCw for 7 weeks straight.”
Indeed the darkness that surrounds me strikes more fear into their heart than anyone else. If you do not count the Gauntlet match from a few weeks ago, I hold a record of only 2 losses. One singles loss to Steve Awesome last week and another to Angel almost two months ago. I am not unbeatable, but it is only when someone BETTER than me comes along, that I lose. Are you able to subdue the one thing that you fear most, being worse than Steve Awesome, or not? The dark veil shrouds you still.
“But you are not why I am doing this, Ace. No, not at all. See my interest in you is only in the fact they chose YOU, of all people, to be on the opposite side of me this week. You, partner of Steve Awesome in a prior lifetime. Amazing how I face you and him separately when you should still be fighting side-by-side, maybe even being able to dethrone the current Tag Champs. But no, enough about you, enough about the vain Champion of the World and on to the REAL reason I am pulling this little stunt. The two who fear me most of all.”
The darkness that veils me, in this wheelchair, lifts as the blinds behind me open up to let a little bit of the moonlight into the room. My body is illuminated by shafts of light, horizontal but enough to give you an idea of what I am doing. I am clad from head to toe in black, but not the same way Dark Prophet would have done it. I am not gothic, no; I am something more, something better. I look much like I did a few weeks ago, wearing my “Johnny Cash Special” black on black dress clothes without a suit-coat or tie. Yes…I am the man in black.
“Sexy Jason, many great matches with one known as Dark Prophet. You said you kept going back after you lost to him, why? You thought you could beat Fear itself? You thought, futilely, you could defeat a man clothed in the shadows and larger than the Apocalypse? Even your partner, JackHammer, has had a very sordid losing past with one known only as “Dark Prophet” but who is he, really? He is nothing more than a man, you know. A man who has been injured and shelved permanently while I…am not.”
I step up and out of the wheelchair, my full body height of six foot showing. I am no Dark Prophet, maybe I should have given this task of imitation to one his same size, my partner Harold…he’d be a great replacement for Prophet. Even more brutal and more mindlessly violent and twice as scary. He is the guardian angel of mine…an angel of Death who guards me from harm.
“As you listen to the words that I say, know that I intend only to mock the fear you have of a man who will never return. I intend only to mock you as I did last week, mock your fears and insecurities. For I mocked not Ace, but his two partners. And again I mock them. I mock them because I have no real issue with Ace, other than his illegitimate fears of losing. It is Hammer and Sexy Jason, the two who have no real reason to team up. The two who hate each other so much they PRETEND to be friends. They are not friends and never will be. They sabotage each other just like Honcho and Diamond did, look what happened there. And that is why…I must do this.”
My voice drops in tone, mimicking that which was famously used by the man I am representing today. Fear is my moniker. Death is below me. I am that dark monster within your nightmares. And my voice is even darker and deadlier than the fruits of the nightshade plant.
“Jason, Jason, time for you to go away.
Jason, your fatal error in the fray.
Burn your eyes out with a cigarette.
Reach into your mind, make you forget.
Take your pride and sanity.
Nothing like guilty vanity.
And there is Hammer, big and ugly.
Just like Fester Adam’s or his nephew Pugsley.
Lurch around like Frankenstein’s monster.
Hiding the fear I know you foster.
For the man, the myth, the legend.
One I disgraced with a few words on a ramp.
He’s a crippled, vile, doomed scamp.
Me, I am just so much more.
More than Sexy’s little whore.
Amber Ashe, Dirty Deal’s dance.
Death of such a sweet romance.
Bring yourself out of the light to the dark.
Listen now to dog howling and his bark.
Ace is so afraid of failure.
Leaps into a burning Trailer.
Filled with photographic illusions.
Filled with psychopathic delusions.
Burn the candle at both ends.
Time for all to play pretend.”
My rhyming is impeccable…my voice dark as night and dipped in the grunge of war and death. Soot is my color and the night is my friend. I continue.
“One, two; Bates is coming for you.
Three, four; better lock the door.
Five, Six; Bates is sick.
Seven, Eight; now it’s far too late.
Nine, Ten; Bates will win again.
One for Sorrow.
Two for joy.
Three for a girl.
Four for a boy.
Five for silver.
Six for gold.
Seven for a secret that’s never told.
Time to turn out the lights.
Time to end all your fights.
Time to end a career tonight.
Time to take another life.
One, two, three four.
Time to knock on Hell’s front door.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Which one will I eviscerate?
Guts out on the mat on Sunday night.
Spilled and giving children a violent fright.
Someone dying in a fight.
Time to shut out the last lingering light.
One, two, coming for you.
Three, four…lock the door.
Five, Six…Harold is sick.
Seven, Eight; Rob’s not straight.
Nine, Ten, Bates will win again.
Bates will win again…win again…win…”
My hand reaches behind me; I grab something that is covered in blood. I raise it up before the screen to show everyone…I rise up…
“This is MY Xtreme title. This has MY name on it. And…And…oh god…”
I look at the belt; it doesn’t have my name on it. I look at my hand, it’s bleeding, what did I do? I look at the belt. And Scrawled across the front, in my own blood...Sexy Jason.
“Oh god…what did I do? Did I…pick you, Jason? Did I…name you as the sacrifice?”
My head cocks, involuntarily, as if I’ve completely lost my mind. I put the belt on my shoulder and wipe the bloody hand of mine across my face. This is too far, but…it must be done.
“Sexy Jason, this is your fate. On Sunday, it will be YOUR blood, not mine, that will cover my face. Joe thinks he can take this from me so easily…he thinks he can just ATTACK me and thinks he can ASCEND. NO…you can’t do that to XTREMELY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates. And this Sunday, I will not be pretending. I will not be making fun of anyone. I will, like Ace said, be focused on the match. Because when I’m here, I’m whoever I need to be. But when I go into that ring…I change…I become intoxicated by the PERFECT DRUG that is wrestling, that is nCw. On Sunday, I will be high on said Perfect Drug…and I will be the ghost of your past failures, Jason, Hammer. I will become the nightmare man you fear. But not the same seven foot monster you fear, I will be the new nemesis. I will be the new unstoppable being. I will be the new BOGEYMAN.”
Because in the end…that is what Harold and I are…we are two sides to the same coin. We are both BOGEYMEN. We are both the monsters in your closet…under your bed. Enter Sandman, exit…life. Collision…Sunday…Blood will flow like rivers. And it will be a preview of what A Night to Remember will know. A night…that will be remembered, in your darkest nightmares.
Darkness surrounds me as I sit in my chair, no lights in the room. I am clothed in the night and it is my shield against those who would wish to harm me. I have become something for one-time only, something that is a spectre, a ghost, a phantasm that lurks in the closet and head of those I am facing. I am sitting not in a regular chair, but a wheelchair, clothed in nothing but black from head to toe. You can hardly see the glow of the red light on the camera’s record button in my darkened eyes, but this room, this hotel, is now my home. For one time only, I will become the ghost of the failures of two of my three opponents. For one time only…
“One, two; Bates is coming for you. Three, four; better lock the door. Five, Six; Bates is sick. Seven, Eight; now it’s far too late. Nine, Ten; Bates will win again.”
Yes, one time only I will come to you as the one you pray will never return. The one who has broken his spine in service to this place, the one I mocked once before. The one they call…Dark.
“Prophecy is nothing but the darkest deeds in the darkest night. Prophecy is nothing but a heartbeat taking flight. Come into my home, Sexy Jason and JackHammer. Come Ace. Come one, come all, come and I will see you fall. Hand on the clock approaching midnight. Time will come for the great fight. Odd couple will be your torment, right? Oh yes we’ll destroy, kill and maim on sight.”
In the darkest hole, you’d be well advised not to make comments about my sanity, predictions or Photoshop skills without first looking beyond the things I have said or done. First, you must look within yourself and see if you are scared of the dark or not. And Harold…it’s time for me to join you in the darkness that binds us. We are the nightmare, the things that people fear to face. We are nigh unbeatable, and together we are unstoppable forces of nature. We are the things that wait inside their dreams, the horror films that play in their heads while they sleep.
“Yes, I shall come out of the shadows and show you what it is you truly fear. For Ace, it is losing the title and being nothing more than a paper champion. His mockery of a “Quantum Leap” imitation is proof he’s trying to cover his fear with humor. Good job, you made a mockery of something I thought could have been an interesting way of getting into your head, but I did, didn’t I? I upset you, giving the most accurate and succinct way you could possibly lose that title. Adam Knite cheats, that’s the ONLY way you can lose, right? It could NEVER be fair…no, not for poor, dear, old Ace. But that’s the thing, I’m not here to destroy the federation when I run out of opponents, no, I’m only hoping you will be man enough to face me one-on-one down the road, but it won’t be for that title you hold, even if you do retain at the Pay Per View, I have no interest in going directly to the top, even if I am put as the #1 in nCw for 7 weeks straight.”
Indeed the darkness that surrounds me strikes more fear into their heart than anyone else. If you do not count the Gauntlet match from a few weeks ago, I hold a record of only 2 losses. One singles loss to Steve Awesome last week and another to Angel almost two months ago. I am not unbeatable, but it is only when someone BETTER than me comes along, that I lose. Are you able to subdue the one thing that you fear most, being worse than Steve Awesome, or not? The dark veil shrouds you still.
“But you are not why I am doing this, Ace. No, not at all. See my interest in you is only in the fact they chose YOU, of all people, to be on the opposite side of me this week. You, partner of Steve Awesome in a prior lifetime. Amazing how I face you and him separately when you should still be fighting side-by-side, maybe even being able to dethrone the current Tag Champs. But no, enough about you, enough about the vain Champion of the World and on to the REAL reason I am pulling this little stunt. The two who fear me most of all.”
The darkness that veils me, in this wheelchair, lifts as the blinds behind me open up to let a little bit of the moonlight into the room. My body is illuminated by shafts of light, horizontal but enough to give you an idea of what I am doing. I am clad from head to toe in black, but not the same way Dark Prophet would have done it. I am not gothic, no; I am something more, something better. I look much like I did a few weeks ago, wearing my “Johnny Cash Special” black on black dress clothes without a suit-coat or tie. Yes…I am the man in black.
“Sexy Jason, many great matches with one known as Dark Prophet. You said you kept going back after you lost to him, why? You thought you could beat Fear itself? You thought, futilely, you could defeat a man clothed in the shadows and larger than the Apocalypse? Even your partner, JackHammer, has had a very sordid losing past with one known only as “Dark Prophet” but who is he, really? He is nothing more than a man, you know. A man who has been injured and shelved permanently while I…am not.”
I step up and out of the wheelchair, my full body height of six foot showing. I am no Dark Prophet, maybe I should have given this task of imitation to one his same size, my partner Harold…he’d be a great replacement for Prophet. Even more brutal and more mindlessly violent and twice as scary. He is the guardian angel of mine…an angel of Death who guards me from harm.
“As you listen to the words that I say, know that I intend only to mock the fear you have of a man who will never return. I intend only to mock you as I did last week, mock your fears and insecurities. For I mocked not Ace, but his two partners. And again I mock them. I mock them because I have no real issue with Ace, other than his illegitimate fears of losing. It is Hammer and Sexy Jason, the two who have no real reason to team up. The two who hate each other so much they PRETEND to be friends. They are not friends and never will be. They sabotage each other just like Honcho and Diamond did, look what happened there. And that is why…I must do this.”
My voice drops in tone, mimicking that which was famously used by the man I am representing today. Fear is my moniker. Death is below me. I am that dark monster within your nightmares. And my voice is even darker and deadlier than the fruits of the nightshade plant.
“Jason, Jason, time for you to go away.
Jason, your fatal error in the fray.
Burn your eyes out with a cigarette.
Reach into your mind, make you forget.
Take your pride and sanity.
Nothing like guilty vanity.
And there is Hammer, big and ugly.
Just like Fester Adam’s or his nephew Pugsley.
Lurch around like Frankenstein’s monster.
Hiding the fear I know you foster.
For the man, the myth, the legend.
One I disgraced with a few words on a ramp.
He’s a crippled, vile, doomed scamp.
Me, I am just so much more.
More than Sexy’s little whore.
Amber Ashe, Dirty Deal’s dance.
Death of such a sweet romance.
Bring yourself out of the light to the dark.
Listen now to dog howling and his bark.
Ace is so afraid of failure.
Leaps into a burning Trailer.
Filled with photographic illusions.
Filled with psychopathic delusions.
Burn the candle at both ends.
Time for all to play pretend.”
My rhyming is impeccable…my voice dark as night and dipped in the grunge of war and death. Soot is my color and the night is my friend. I continue.
“One, two; Bates is coming for you.
Three, four; better lock the door.
Five, Six; Bates is sick.
Seven, Eight; now it’s far too late.
Nine, Ten; Bates will win again.
One for Sorrow.
Two for joy.
Three for a girl.
Four for a boy.
Five for silver.
Six for gold.
Seven for a secret that’s never told.
Time to turn out the lights.
Time to end all your fights.
Time to end a career tonight.
Time to take another life.
One, two, three four.
Time to knock on Hell’s front door.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Which one will I eviscerate?
Guts out on the mat on Sunday night.
Spilled and giving children a violent fright.
Someone dying in a fight.
Time to shut out the last lingering light.
One, two, coming for you.
Three, four…lock the door.
Five, Six…Harold is sick.
Seven, Eight; Rob’s not straight.
Nine, Ten, Bates will win again.
Bates will win again…win again…win…”
My hand reaches behind me; I grab something that is covered in blood. I raise it up before the screen to show everyone…I rise up…
“This is MY Xtreme title. This has MY name on it. And…And…oh god…”
I look at the belt; it doesn’t have my name on it. I look at my hand, it’s bleeding, what did I do? I look at the belt. And Scrawled across the front, in my own blood...Sexy Jason.
“Oh god…what did I do? Did I…pick you, Jason? Did I…name you as the sacrifice?”
My head cocks, involuntarily, as if I’ve completely lost my mind. I put the belt on my shoulder and wipe the bloody hand of mine across my face. This is too far, but…it must be done.
“Sexy Jason, this is your fate. On Sunday, it will be YOUR blood, not mine, that will cover my face. Joe thinks he can take this from me so easily…he thinks he can just ATTACK me and thinks he can ASCEND. NO…you can’t do that to XTREMELY NORMAL Kristoff Liam Bates. And this Sunday, I will not be pretending. I will not be making fun of anyone. I will, like Ace said, be focused on the match. Because when I’m here, I’m whoever I need to be. But when I go into that ring…I change…I become intoxicated by the PERFECT DRUG that is wrestling, that is nCw. On Sunday, I will be high on said Perfect Drug…and I will be the ghost of your past failures, Jason, Hammer. I will become the nightmare man you fear. But not the same seven foot monster you fear, I will be the new nemesis. I will be the new unstoppable being. I will be the new BOGEYMAN.”
Because in the end…that is what Harold and I are…we are two sides to the same coin. We are both BOGEYMEN. We are both the monsters in your closet…under your bed. Enter Sandman, exit…life. Collision…Sunday…Blood will flow like rivers. And it will be a preview of what A Night to Remember will know. A night…that will be remembered, in your darkest nightmares.