Post by Shawn Styles on May 7, 2010 10:33:32 GMT -6
Moonlight touches the edge's of the car like tiny angels caressing the very fabric of the scene, dancing graciously along melded steel before sliding off into the suffocating darkness of midnight. It is the depth of night and all is silent except for the muffled growl of the engine. Ever louder the cresendo of noise grows as the car accelerates further, until the beast under the hood screams with the hungry fury of a vengeful god, the sides of the car now obscured in a dizzying blur. Faster then the wrath of God he drives through the choking cloke of midnight, seemingly absorbing the very darkness through which he slides, feeding on the silence and the shadows that envelop his machine's sinister embrace. We are inside now, and we see Shawn Styles, his hands frenziedly gripping the wheel, with an almost sinister smile torn upon his face.
His foot firmly on the pedal, he let's out a chilling, excitement filled laugh of shrill satisfaction as he zooms across the tarmac, crossing the border of unthinkable speeds and clearly loving the sensation. Despite all that has happened over the last year he almost feels that which has been missing for what seemed like an eternity - verve, adrenaline, excitement. It's a feeling he hasn't felt since the painful demise of GCW a little over a year ago; excitement, exhileration - the indescribable feeling of all the tiny pieces finally falling into place. He has been waiting for this moment for over the last twelve months, and he revels in it's embrace. He runs his fingers across the soft leather of the steering wheel as the Rev counter burns into the red, listening to the cacophany of beautiful noise. Finally he is again on top of the world. He remembers back when this was an emotional constant. The thrill of the chase, the joy of the game. He remembers almost what it was to be a King amongst men. He licks his lips in an almost demonic delight. The Sensational One hath returned.
He drives ever faster across the barren, empty wastelands towards the arena, the show and the promotion that will be lucky enough to be his hosts and witness the return of The Sensational Shawn Styles. However, something is not quite right. He cannot quite place it at first. Something way off in periphery. It is then that the sudden realization hits him like a shot to the face. So caught up in the moment was he that he had almost forgotten. He thinks for a moment as a slight thought of sheer panic courses through his mind before sliding his foot off the accelerator, gradually letting the engine wind down to a gentle pur. He slides the car off the side of the road and into the grassy plains, waiting to come to a halt under the full moon's cold, watchful eye.
As the black and chrome metal beast comes to a complete stop, he turns the key letting the proud and roaring engine take a much needed rest. He fumbles in the dark interior trying to find the lever that will release the trunk locks at the rear of the car. Pulling it, he then opens his door and casually steps out into the cool night air. With a few paces he reaches the rear of the car and lifts the truck hatch before frantically searching in the inside through a endless sea of suitcases and dufflebags. His search becomes more frantic with every second that ticks away. Through almost every piece of luggage he searches before coming to his equipment bag and zipping it open. Shawn then allows himself to take a breath of relief as the object of his frantic search has been found. He grabs hold of it and brings it closer to his face so he can once again read through it. Making sure no "T" was left uncrossed or no "I" left undotted. His release papers from his former employer. Without them, he would not be allowed to take part in Friday's festivities within the confines of New Championship Wrestling. What a waste everything he has went through would've been if he had left these behind. As he goes through the paperwork, he remembers back to his time with his former employer. Memories that are not too fond to think back on.
Placing the papers back into the dufflebag, another image becomes caught inside his vengeful stare. Reaching inside, he grabs hold of it and brings it out into the soft light of the moon. The silver circle in the sky's gentle rays touch down on it as it unfolds to it's full extension. Shawn gently holds it open as the rays glitter off of the blue and white "Superman" logo printed on the back of his white sleeveless overcoat. The same coat that he will wear to the ring for his debut inside the confines of the NCW ring. Almost as if he were caught in a trance of "his" logo and thinking back to memories best left unthought of, he now thinks forward to what will become memories forever etched inside the halls of wresting's greatness. Thoughts that should be of happiness and fond times, no smile appears upon his face. He remains all business. For he knows, as well as anyone who knows him or of him, when he steps into the ring it will become no laughing matter. No fond memory for those who oppose him.
Taking one final glimpse at his "precious" to the ring attire, Shawn carefully folds it neatly back up and puts it into it's right place inside his dufflebag. Closing the trunk he quickly walks back to the open driver's side door and places one foot inside, ready to get behind the wheel again. Before he does however, he takes one final wiff of the sweet, cold night air and relishes it. He is back, and once again doing what he loves to do. And he knows that this time it will last forever. Because it's not that anyone will take this away from him this time, it's that no one can. NCW's newest superstar then climbs into his beast forged of metal and let's the engine growl once more before spinning it's ferocious wheels and tearing off into the night. Toward NCW. Toward Suspense. Towards immortality.
His foot firmly on the pedal, he let's out a chilling, excitement filled laugh of shrill satisfaction as he zooms across the tarmac, crossing the border of unthinkable speeds and clearly loving the sensation. Despite all that has happened over the last year he almost feels that which has been missing for what seemed like an eternity - verve, adrenaline, excitement. It's a feeling he hasn't felt since the painful demise of GCW a little over a year ago; excitement, exhileration - the indescribable feeling of all the tiny pieces finally falling into place. He has been waiting for this moment for over the last twelve months, and he revels in it's embrace. He runs his fingers across the soft leather of the steering wheel as the Rev counter burns into the red, listening to the cacophany of beautiful noise. Finally he is again on top of the world. He remembers back when this was an emotional constant. The thrill of the chase, the joy of the game. He remembers almost what it was to be a King amongst men. He licks his lips in an almost demonic delight. The Sensational One hath returned.
Over three hundred and sixty-five days is a long time for a person to withstrain themselves from the things they love the most. It's been so long since I walked through the curtain. So long since I felt the thrill of the crowd as I walk down the aisle to my battleground. And it's been needlessly long since I have stood over an opponent far less superior then me. Allowing me to soak up every last sensation of what it is like to be the more dominate competitor. The mere thought of it sends a host of goosebumps shooting up the very nerves of my spine, across my back. It's sends a cool, but welcomed chill inside my very bones. This is what I live for. This is what makes my clock tick. This is what I do best. And what I do best is showing my opposition and the rest of the world that I am still, and forever will be, the King of the wrestling ring.
He drives ever faster across the barren, empty wastelands towards the arena, the show and the promotion that will be lucky enough to be his hosts and witness the return of The Sensational Shawn Styles. However, something is not quite right. He cannot quite place it at first. Something way off in periphery. It is then that the sudden realization hits him like a shot to the face. So caught up in the moment was he that he had almost forgotten. He thinks for a moment as a slight thought of sheer panic courses through his mind before sliding his foot off the accelerator, gradually letting the engine wind down to a gentle pur. He slides the car off the side of the road and into the grassy plains, waiting to come to a halt under the full moon's cold, watchful eye.
As the black and chrome metal beast comes to a complete stop, he turns the key letting the proud and roaring engine take a much needed rest. He fumbles in the dark interior trying to find the lever that will release the trunk locks at the rear of the car. Pulling it, he then opens his door and casually steps out into the cool night air. With a few paces he reaches the rear of the car and lifts the truck hatch before frantically searching in the inside through a endless sea of suitcases and dufflebags. His search becomes more frantic with every second that ticks away. Through almost every piece of luggage he searches before coming to his equipment bag and zipping it open. Shawn then allows himself to take a breath of relief as the object of his frantic search has been found. He grabs hold of it and brings it closer to his face so he can once again read through it. Making sure no "T" was left uncrossed or no "I" left undotted. His release papers from his former employer. Without them, he would not be allowed to take part in Friday's festivities within the confines of New Championship Wrestling. What a waste everything he has went through would've been if he had left these behind. As he goes through the paperwork, he remembers back to his time with his former employer. Memories that are not too fond to think back on.
For nearly my entire career I gave my sweat and blood to this brand of wrestling. Night in and night out I put my body on the line and let my mind and soul fall into the hard iron grasp of GCW. Throughout my entire stint there I was almost perfect. Defeated a mere two times. Every single opponent they threw at me I turned them away with most times using not even as much as a half effort. Not a living soul on their roster or in the entire world could compete with The Sensational Shawn Styles. And for all my efforts how was I repaid? Knowing full well what my dreams to accomplish in the wrestling world were, they hardly gave me a shot to capture those dreams. My only two defeats came with my only two shots. For the rest of my career I was perfect. With my two shots at their coveted World Heavyweight title, I was robbed. Never again will I put my trust into someone else's hands to help guide me to the promise land. This time, I will guide myself and will take no pity upon all who stand before me, no matter how precious to the success of the company they are. From now on, I will be the one to rule with an iron fist. And with this fist, I will rule NCW.
Placing the papers back into the dufflebag, another image becomes caught inside his vengeful stare. Reaching inside, he grabs hold of it and brings it out into the soft light of the moon. The silver circle in the sky's gentle rays touch down on it as it unfolds to it's full extension. Shawn gently holds it open as the rays glitter off of the blue and white "Superman" logo printed on the back of his white sleeveless overcoat. The same coat that he will wear to the ring for his debut inside the confines of the NCW ring. Almost as if he were caught in a trance of "his" logo and thinking back to memories best left unthought of, he now thinks forward to what will become memories forever etched inside the halls of wresting's greatness. Thoughts that should be of happiness and fond times, no smile appears upon his face. He remains all business. For he knows, as well as anyone who knows him or of him, when he steps into the ring it will become no laughing matter. No fond memory for those who oppose him.
For most, wrestling their first match for a brand new employer could be nerve-racking. For most, having their first match be a Fatal-Four-Way would send them running for early retirement. The mere thought of having to face not one, but three opponents at once is enough to chill the heart to it's very core. Especially when it's in your debut match where you need to make a lasting first impression. For myself and three other's, this is the task that has been set before us. However, unlike my opposition, I will take on this challenge full speed ahead with complete focus. As for two of the other three, they seem to take this challenge on as somewhat of a joke. And as for the third, he has no idea what lies ahead of him. Perhaps having their names written in bright lights offers a chance at another stage to have their fun and tell their jokes? They will learn quickly that stepping into the ring when Shawn Styles is the one who stands before you, is not something to be left as a secondary goal. They may think that New Championship Wrestling will offer them a brand new audience to laugh at their tiresome shenanigans. However, what it will offer is a world of hurt and pain.
One may love to poke fun at the misfortunes of his current living situation and try to get a rise out of the audience that way. And another might love to be a silly teenage brat who only wants nothing more then to be noticed. Noticed perhaps by a female crush or his male peers, and is doing this "wrestling" thing to get some much needed attention that he has been forever deprived of at this point in his life. As for the third, perhaps comedy is not his forte, and he happens to think that just by the size and strength of him alone that it will offer greatness and dominance to him because his opposition will become intimidated. However all three men have one thing in common and that is what is awaiting them come this Friday night at NCW Suspense. One big fat reality check. To the three others this maybe some one-off or side project that they are attempting to try but to me, this is my project. Being a professional wrestler is my life. And being the most dominance force in this sport is what I have, and forever will, strive to be. And when they go back to their hotelrooms, or to their "van down by the river" after their first match, they might only have one realization coursing through their brains over and over again. That they were not the immovable object of strength and power. Or they weren't being laughed with but laughed at, because Shawn Styles punked all of them out by destroying every single one of them. This is professional wrestling fellas, not a comedy show or the devil's triangle. And you may soon come to realize also, that this brand of entertainment is no laughing matter.
One may love to poke fun at the misfortunes of his current living situation and try to get a rise out of the audience that way. And another might love to be a silly teenage brat who only wants nothing more then to be noticed. Noticed perhaps by a female crush or his male peers, and is doing this "wrestling" thing to get some much needed attention that he has been forever deprived of at this point in his life. As for the third, perhaps comedy is not his forte, and he happens to think that just by the size and strength of him alone that it will offer greatness and dominance to him because his opposition will become intimidated. However all three men have one thing in common and that is what is awaiting them come this Friday night at NCW Suspense. One big fat reality check. To the three others this maybe some one-off or side project that they are attempting to try but to me, this is my project. Being a professional wrestler is my life. And being the most dominance force in this sport is what I have, and forever will, strive to be. And when they go back to their hotelrooms, or to their "van down by the river" after their first match, they might only have one realization coursing through their brains over and over again. That they were not the immovable object of strength and power. Or they weren't being laughed with but laughed at, because Shawn Styles punked all of them out by destroying every single one of them. This is professional wrestling fellas, not a comedy show or the devil's triangle. And you may soon come to realize also, that this brand of entertainment is no laughing matter.
Taking one final glimpse at his "precious" to the ring attire, Shawn carefully folds it neatly back up and puts it into it's right place inside his dufflebag. Closing the trunk he quickly walks back to the open driver's side door and places one foot inside, ready to get behind the wheel again. Before he does however, he takes one final wiff of the sweet, cold night air and relishes it. He is back, and once again doing what he loves to do. And he knows that this time it will last forever. Because it's not that anyone will take this away from him this time, it's that no one can. NCW's newest superstar then climbs into his beast forged of metal and let's the engine growl once more before spinning it's ferocious wheels and tearing off into the night. Toward NCW. Toward Suspense. Towards immortality.