Post by Alex Jones on Jun 14, 2010 23:28:54 GMT -6
“Why NCW why?”
I sit by myself in a comfy office chair in front of a cold grey wall. My hair swept back ala Christian Bale in American psycho. I’m in a perfectly cut black pinstripe suit with a powder blue business shirt, the top left undone with my silver Celtic cross dangling just above the first fastened button.
“I asked you. No I begged you for Angel. I went out into the ring and destroyed the man who was once a savoir. I destroyed him, I destroyed his brother and just because I felt like it, I destroyed Seth Evans. Three men felt my wrath in one night. Three men. I told Angel that the pain wasn’t going to end. I told the world I was going to torture him. I told the world I was going to end him. But what do you do?. What have you done?. You’ve led another “innocent”, and I use that term loosely, man to slaughter. See I’m done playing by the “rules”. I tried to be the shining light. I tried to be the beacon of hope in a dark world filled with liars and disrespectful pieces of trash. But I got spit on. I got laughed at. Well NCW I ask you. Who’s laughing now?. It’s not Nero. It’s not Seth Evans. And it’s certainly not Angel.”
I lean in. A smile comes across my lips, some of my hair slides down near my eyes. I casually move it out of the way and laugh to myself.
“Now, I play by my own rules. I want Angel. And until you bring him to me on a silver platter, I will continue to beat and destroy anyone in my path. Which this week is Philip Burns. Well Phil, I have to ask. Who the hell did you piss off?. You must have made someone very angry for them to put you in the ring with me. Your last opponent was JFK and honestly he was just looking to get a one, two, three. Me, I’m going to go in there to hurt you. You and I have been in the ring together before haven’t we?. But this is the first one on one match between us. I wonder why that is Philip. Could it be because every other time I’ve either been your tag team partner or you’ve needed the help of others in tag matches?. And now here you are all grown up and ready to strike out on his own. Good for you. The bad side is that some NCW official put your name next to mine for a match this week. And unlike every other time we’ve been in the ring together there won’t be anyone to stop me from dissecting you with the care and precision of a surgeon.”
“You won’t have Angel or Falcon to hide behind and protect you now. And your singles career isn’t going to last long when you realise no one is going to CARRY you and you’ll be all alone. Oh no, did I just say it again. Did I just tell you the same thing everyone has told you for the last year and a half?. What are you going to do now Phil?. Throw a tantrum and go tell mommy?. Face it Phil, without anyone to carry you and make you look good you’re nothing. Angel had his turn, Falcon did it, hell even I did it before Falcon did. I carried you in our match with Dirty Deal, I had to be the star of that match and carry two hundred pounds of dead weight around. Dead weight that does nothing but whine and bitch. “I didn’t want to face Will Washington, He was my friend”. Phil, you have no friends. You’re a perennial loser, a moron who needs people to be his back up.”
“And for you to call Will Washington a spineless rat for BEATING YOU just proves my point. Will has beaten me, hell Will has been in the main event for the world title. I don’t even like the guy but even I can see that he and Ian Kline beat you and Falcon. And they did it by exposing the weak link...you. And just by your moaning and crying you’ve again proven it. Going on to Chad lights about how you don’t want to be known as a “tag specialist” and how you don’t want people to talk about you being “carried” well I call a spade a spade. In most teams there’s a weaker link. One guy who could make it as a singles wrestler and one guy who’s just the extra body of the “team”. It’s the “Marty Jannety effect”. And in this case...you’re Marty....”
I laugh again, a hearty laugh. The things that pass through my lips are cruel and heartless. But that is the animal I have become....
“But then again you’ve done alot of soul searching haven’t you?. Trying to re-discover your past glories. Being PWW US champion twice. So amazing.”
I fake yawn....
“News flash asshole, you’re not the only one who has been a champion in other places. I held every major title in the company I was in before here, EVERY MAJOR SINGLES TITLE. I dominated, I’m a grand slam champion, but in NCW I’m a two time X-Division champion. I was able to transition from one company to another and still be a diving force. I got world title shots, I’ve main evented as a singles competitor. Face it Phil, you’re past it. You opportunity to make a lasting name fort yourself sailed years ago. Now you’re just a shell of your former self. You’re just a tired broken down old horse. And now I have the shotgun loaded, all that’s left to do is too pull the trigger and release you. I have to set you free, to put you out of your misery. And what luck that you and Angel were once good friends, because now I can send him another message. But I won’t simply beat you and give you a little sharpshooter action like I did Seth oh no....”
“For you Phil a bigger message will be sent. It will be beautiful. It will be art. And what a wonderful coincidence that we wrestle on canvas, because I am a true artist, and my masterpiece will be laid out in your tears, your broken dreams and your blood. You will finally come to the realisation that without others you are nothing. In the end you’ll see that I’m helping you. I’m helping you look deep inside yourself and admit your shortcomings to find a true place in this twisted world for yourself. A place where you can be happy and never bother the real stars..like me...again.”
“That’s all I’m trying to do Phil, I just help people. I’m going to help you admit that you’re nothing but a spineless twat who needs a partner to do anything useful and I’m going to make Angel admit that he was a terrible father and I am simply better...”
I laugh again, a cold sneer.
“I’m not saying these things to hurt you. I’m just trying to get it through your head. Your place is with Mike Honcho and Mike Machado and JR Rush. Your place is right by their sides, because like you they are all just jokes that stopped being funny and are now just plain sad.”
“But I’m going to make it all end for you Phil. No more will people laugh at you. No more will you be a joke. Now you’ll be a charity case, then you’ll have all the people around you that you’ll ever need. And then...then you’ll be able to find yourself a new tag partner....”
I sit back and smile tilting my head to the side
“Remember Phil, this isn’t personal. Just like Seth Evans, you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Daddy...”
I look to my side as Hayleigh walks in and sits on my lap
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Why doesn’t bad daddy love me?”
I look at the camera and smirk before looking back at the child.
“Bad Daddy only loves himself, but don’t worry Hayleigh, I’ll look after you and love you. You’re my daughter now and mommy and daddy love you very much and will protect you from the bad man...”
She smiles up at me and hugs my tightly
“I love you daddy....”
I glance at the camera that is still flashing on and smile one last time....
I sit by myself in a comfy office chair in front of a cold grey wall. My hair swept back ala Christian Bale in American psycho. I’m in a perfectly cut black pinstripe suit with a powder blue business shirt, the top left undone with my silver Celtic cross dangling just above the first fastened button.
“I asked you. No I begged you for Angel. I went out into the ring and destroyed the man who was once a savoir. I destroyed him, I destroyed his brother and just because I felt like it, I destroyed Seth Evans. Three men felt my wrath in one night. Three men. I told Angel that the pain wasn’t going to end. I told the world I was going to torture him. I told the world I was going to end him. But what do you do?. What have you done?. You’ve led another “innocent”, and I use that term loosely, man to slaughter. See I’m done playing by the “rules”. I tried to be the shining light. I tried to be the beacon of hope in a dark world filled with liars and disrespectful pieces of trash. But I got spit on. I got laughed at. Well NCW I ask you. Who’s laughing now?. It’s not Nero. It’s not Seth Evans. And it’s certainly not Angel.”
I lean in. A smile comes across my lips, some of my hair slides down near my eyes. I casually move it out of the way and laugh to myself.
“Now, I play by my own rules. I want Angel. And until you bring him to me on a silver platter, I will continue to beat and destroy anyone in my path. Which this week is Philip Burns. Well Phil, I have to ask. Who the hell did you piss off?. You must have made someone very angry for them to put you in the ring with me. Your last opponent was JFK and honestly he was just looking to get a one, two, three. Me, I’m going to go in there to hurt you. You and I have been in the ring together before haven’t we?. But this is the first one on one match between us. I wonder why that is Philip. Could it be because every other time I’ve either been your tag team partner or you’ve needed the help of others in tag matches?. And now here you are all grown up and ready to strike out on his own. Good for you. The bad side is that some NCW official put your name next to mine for a match this week. And unlike every other time we’ve been in the ring together there won’t be anyone to stop me from dissecting you with the care and precision of a surgeon.”
“You won’t have Angel or Falcon to hide behind and protect you now. And your singles career isn’t going to last long when you realise no one is going to CARRY you and you’ll be all alone. Oh no, did I just say it again. Did I just tell you the same thing everyone has told you for the last year and a half?. What are you going to do now Phil?. Throw a tantrum and go tell mommy?. Face it Phil, without anyone to carry you and make you look good you’re nothing. Angel had his turn, Falcon did it, hell even I did it before Falcon did. I carried you in our match with Dirty Deal, I had to be the star of that match and carry two hundred pounds of dead weight around. Dead weight that does nothing but whine and bitch. “I didn’t want to face Will Washington, He was my friend”. Phil, you have no friends. You’re a perennial loser, a moron who needs people to be his back up.”
“And for you to call Will Washington a spineless rat for BEATING YOU just proves my point. Will has beaten me, hell Will has been in the main event for the world title. I don’t even like the guy but even I can see that he and Ian Kline beat you and Falcon. And they did it by exposing the weak link...you. And just by your moaning and crying you’ve again proven it. Going on to Chad lights about how you don’t want to be known as a “tag specialist” and how you don’t want people to talk about you being “carried” well I call a spade a spade. In most teams there’s a weaker link. One guy who could make it as a singles wrestler and one guy who’s just the extra body of the “team”. It’s the “Marty Jannety effect”. And in this case...you’re Marty....”
I laugh again, a hearty laugh. The things that pass through my lips are cruel and heartless. But that is the animal I have become....
“But then again you’ve done alot of soul searching haven’t you?. Trying to re-discover your past glories. Being PWW US champion twice. So amazing.”
I fake yawn....
“News flash asshole, you’re not the only one who has been a champion in other places. I held every major title in the company I was in before here, EVERY MAJOR SINGLES TITLE. I dominated, I’m a grand slam champion, but in NCW I’m a two time X-Division champion. I was able to transition from one company to another and still be a diving force. I got world title shots, I’ve main evented as a singles competitor. Face it Phil, you’re past it. You opportunity to make a lasting name fort yourself sailed years ago. Now you’re just a shell of your former self. You’re just a tired broken down old horse. And now I have the shotgun loaded, all that’s left to do is too pull the trigger and release you. I have to set you free, to put you out of your misery. And what luck that you and Angel were once good friends, because now I can send him another message. But I won’t simply beat you and give you a little sharpshooter action like I did Seth oh no....”
“For you Phil a bigger message will be sent. It will be beautiful. It will be art. And what a wonderful coincidence that we wrestle on canvas, because I am a true artist, and my masterpiece will be laid out in your tears, your broken dreams and your blood. You will finally come to the realisation that without others you are nothing. In the end you’ll see that I’m helping you. I’m helping you look deep inside yourself and admit your shortcomings to find a true place in this twisted world for yourself. A place where you can be happy and never bother the real stars..like me...again.”
“That’s all I’m trying to do Phil, I just help people. I’m going to help you admit that you’re nothing but a spineless twat who needs a partner to do anything useful and I’m going to make Angel admit that he was a terrible father and I am simply better...”
I laugh again, a cold sneer.
“I’m not saying these things to hurt you. I’m just trying to get it through your head. Your place is with Mike Honcho and Mike Machado and JR Rush. Your place is right by their sides, because like you they are all just jokes that stopped being funny and are now just plain sad.”
“But I’m going to make it all end for you Phil. No more will people laugh at you. No more will you be a joke. Now you’ll be a charity case, then you’ll have all the people around you that you’ll ever need. And then...then you’ll be able to find yourself a new tag partner....”
I sit back and smile tilting my head to the side
“Remember Phil, this isn’t personal. Just like Seth Evans, you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Daddy...”
I look to my side as Hayleigh walks in and sits on my lap
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Why doesn’t bad daddy love me?”
I look at the camera and smirk before looking back at the child.
“Bad Daddy only loves himself, but don’t worry Hayleigh, I’ll look after you and love you. You’re my daughter now and mommy and daddy love you very much and will protect you from the bad man...”
She smiles up at me and hugs my tightly
“I love you daddy....”
I glance at the camera that is still flashing on and smile one last time....