Post by Chris Gardner on Feb 5, 2011 7:43:45 GMT -6
I see your dirty face
Hide behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to god
Justify the way you
Live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
Hide behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to god
Justify the way you
Live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
Hours before Metamorphosis.
I look at myself in the mirror. And man, do I look good. Clad in a blue, golden an black, vivid overcoat on top of my wrestling attire, I get ready for what is the match of my career.
"Hey, Chris, it's not like it's World Championship match, why are you taking it this so seriously?" Simple answer: I've got a lot to prove. At the same time that there IS a lot of people telling me from all sides that I am one of the most impressive young man they've seen inside a ring, there are the naysayers. For all purposes, I'm still a 30 year old man with no accomplishments other than being a somewhat stable enterpreneur. Tonight is the night for me to prove, on top of all, to myself if all that time wrestling in England paid off. From a charismatic nobody, I can leave Detroit as a champion. Pretty huge deal, hm?
Do you see this, Lex? These bright colors and radiance? This could be equivalent to your face paint. I don't know if you wear your make-up as a war preparation, but this young man here is going to war. Lustre and twang are my business card. While you may think this is a worthless effort to make a point, let's face it, you do the very same thing, with your decorations, whether it is the powder all over your face, your bloody covered display or your ever so tired looking visage, so don't play double standards with me.
The similarity between you and me is that we have something to prove to the world. The difference is that I actually have a lot to prove, while you only have one thing left to prove. I have to show the world I'm no pushback; that I can face a champion and beat him. I've been inside Spike Kane's territory once, and I fought for the victory. And I got it. And then comes you, the current Honor Champion, whom a whole lot of people is expecting to have the same fate as week ago's Spike: be in the losing side. As for you... You get to try to prove your champion run is not a bloody lie. And let me be honest with you: you've started it with the wrong foot. Do you really expect to be acknowledged as champion of anything without respecting the ground you stand on?
And you take your time
And you do your crime
When you made your bed
I'm in mine
And you do your crime
When you made your bed
I'm in mine
I remove my left arm from the sleeve of the jacket and take a peek of the tattoo of a phoenix I sport there. Yet another part of my war preparation. It gives me the confidence I need to bounce back from a hard shot, get up for more. I know I'm resilient. I've bounced back before, didn't I?
I don't know if I've said this before, but I'm a phoenix. Bring me down, and I rise back. Unlike the easy pickings you may have had in your way, you won't see me laying down for anybody... Specially someone who doesn't deserve to be handed over a championship like you were. All the amount of flesh you have tasted before? It's past now. It's time for you to face the future. And by the time our match is over, if all goes as they're supposed to, I will be the future. And you'll be history.
I wear the jacket back, a confident smug on my face. At my side, my electric guitar rests. I question myself if I should bring it to my appearance as well. And then I think of my sister walking into a World Championship Match, performing a live version of "We Will Rock You" in front of a sold-out audience before her match. Differently from her, who is a scene girl, though, I have no drive to paint my face with football stripes and look awesome.
Now the son's disgraced
He, who knew his father
When he cursed his name
Turned, and chased the dollar
But it broke his heart
So he stuck his middle finger
To the world, to the world, to the world
He, who knew his father
When he cursed his name
Turned, and chased the dollar
But it broke his heart
So he stuck his middle finger
To the world, to the world, to the world
The guitar looks back at me. Draping between the guitar's arm and the strings, a picture of my daughter and my wife. They're smiling at me. It's like they knew I needed it. I smile back at them. I feel like they're sending me their vibe, even though they are in Pittsburgh and I'm here in Detroit. Somehow, I want to show the entire world that they mean everything to me. They make me proud of being who I am; now I want to make them proud of me too.
Wait a minute, what am I saying? The eternal insecurity of men around his family. It's never enough. Eh, drop that stone you're aiming at me, you KNOW it's true.
I walk up to the guitar and plant a kiss on Linda's lips and on Gladdy's forehead before putting the photo under my armband.
Christian: You're coming with me.
And you take your time
And you stand in line
When you get what's yours
I got mine
And you stand in line
When you get what's yours
I got mine
Maniac may have handed the Honor championship over to you, and Alex Jones may have been an easy competition for you, but this what's before your eyes is a whole different competition. If you ever expect me to hold any effort back against you, you're wrong. You can bring the might of a thousand men upon me, and it will not be enough to bring me down. Destroy my body, and my soul will keep fighting. Destroy my soul and my will should regenerate it. And after it's all said and done, the belt you've been keeping warm for the next guy will be handed over. The next guy happens to be me. Boo-hoo. Tough luck.
I look at myself in the mirror again.
Christian: Who are you, punk?
I like the answer the mirror gives me. It's shooting a cocky smile and an unmistakeable blaze inside his eyes. History in the making.
Because when I arrive
I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
Man, you SO picked the wrong guy to go cuckoo on. I'm going to ROCK YOUR WORLD.
Now, if you excuse me - I have a title match to win.
I exit the room, and you get to meet me again in the ring. See you in Metamorphosis.
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it rock
Just let it rock
Let it rock
Let it rock
I must now remind you
Let it rock
Let it rock
Let it rock
Just let it rock
Let it rock
Let it rock