Post by Lex Sense on Jun 25, 2011 20:09:00 GMT -6
Lex Sense: We are the Young Guns!... And we will make you famous.
{Lex smiles, face drenched in sweat and his facepaint smeared. Excitement electrifies every nerve in his body in anticipation of The Young Guns upcoming duel against the newly formed Flashbang. A tag team match of epic proportions is about to take place on a pay per view known as Reborn. The war has been brewing and the first shots have been fired. Frontlines have been drawn and they begin and end within an nCw ring. Lex sits on the edge of an old bench wondering what will transpire in this match between four men battling for supremacy. He grabs a towel and wipes the sweat from his brow along with his facepaint and smile before staring dead center into the camera.}
Lex Sense: Did I make the right choice when I decided to join the Young Guns? I have often found myself pondering this very quandary. I look at the men that now surround me, Andrew Jacobsen, Roberto Verona and even Jimmy Zane and I can't help but think if aligning myself with these three individuals was the right thing for my career. Many here in nCw are quick to state that The Young Guns of today are a dying breed. A stable that is both unnecessary and meaningless.
But if these statements were true then why has Flashbang formed? Why are the four of you quick to get in the way of our business?
{Lex points to the camera as if he was pointing at the four idiots that wish nothing more than to erase The Young Guns from existence.}
Lex Sense: I will tell you why. It's because behind all your talk about how The Young Guns died when Venom and Charlie left lies fear. A fear in change. I look at Xander and Trent and I realize that I made the perfect choice for if we truly lack the impact that the Young Guns once had then there would be no need for a war between us. Yet here we stand, you versus us in a battle that will end badly for those that have underestimated us since the beginning.
Your idle threats towards us are just as meaningless as Angel's warning.
Still I find myself a little excited at the prospect of this match. I train my well sculpted body and harden my insane mind in an attempt to prepare myself for anything and everything. I am the Future and this time around I find it quite hard to predict the outcome of this bout. It's hazy at best for I understand that when you put the four unstable elements inside that ring an explosion will occur that could affect either side equally the same. It's too cloudy for even the universe to know how much damage will be done this Sunday. What I can say for sure is that this will be a test of strength and will. We will be stepping up to each other throwing everything we have at one another to see how much we could get away with without being restrained. This is simply the beginning in the grander scheme of things. The question remains, how far will we go to eliminate the other from existence? Listen here mates when I tell you....
{Lex points to the left side of the screen before pointing to the right side. Symbolically pointing at both Xander and Trent.}
Lex Sense: the both of you have gone far enough.
What are you douches calling yourselves?... That's right, Flashbang. You should be honest and call yourselves Flash in a Pan because that is truly what you are. Overrated underachievers. I along with the rest of the Guns have a reason for being while the four of you only exist because we do. We are GODS that have exhaled the breath of life into your dying lungs and have revitalized your squandering careers. You should be thankful, not ungrateful.
Bastards.
I bet it looked real good on paper when a former champion now spot monkey, the current National Champion and resident whiner, 2011 Gladiator and follower and a pussy whipped black guy to fill out your quota sat around a table and came up with the gayest name in the world to stand up against the supreme beings of the nCw universe. Alas, reality never plays out the way it is written on paper and your little cause will go up in flames as quickly as it began. The Young Guns are here to stay.
While the four of you will prove to be the exact personification of a flashbang...
{Lex leans in so you could hear since some of you are old and are beginning to lose your hearing.}
Lex Sense: A blinding flash that will soon fade away.
{Sense smiles at the thought before leaning back and positioning himself underneath the bar. Over 400 pounds of weight rests on each end as Sense begins repping away. He is bench pressing the weight as if it was nothing and he seems motivated by the battle he has found himself in. The door to the gym kicks open and the light flashes in before disappearing again. Andrew and Roberto have made their way inside.}
Roberto Verona: What is it with you and darkness?
Lex Sense: ...
{Roberto hits the light switch and the gym is now clearly visible. Without the lights the place looked damp, dark and seedy. With the lights it looked sleek, clean and new. Andrew and Roberto hover over Sense, a bit amazed at how easily he is lifting a few hundred pounds in weight.}
Andrew Jacobsen: Have you heard the news?
Lex Sense: ...
{Andrew nods at Roberto and he pulls out his laptop. Verona types up the nCw website and quickly clicks on Angel's recent warning to the Young Guns. Sweat is pouring out of every pore as Lex listens to Angel's every word and now seems more inspired then he already was.}
Andrew Jacobsen: I guess this is Angel's way of saying that we wont last.
{Angel's words come to an end and Lex abruptly stops weight lifting and places the bar back on the handle. He sits up, clearly annoyed.}
Lex Sense: F*ck that.
Andrew Jacobsen: Agreed. It will be over when we say it's over.
Roberto Verona: It was to be expected after all with every revolution there is a rebellion.
Lex Sense: I don't know about all that but the formation of Flashbang and Angel taking their side tells me one thing.
Andrew Jacobsen: What's that?
Lex Sense: We must be making an impact. Let those fools tire themselves out fighting a war they have no business fighting. I'll deal with Angel..
Andrew Jacobsen: Let's focus on this weekend and then we will worry about Angel.
Roberto Verona: So, we continue with our plans?
Lex Sense: We continue with our plans. Nothing's changed and we wont stop until it has.
Andrew Jacobsen: Do you want to spar?
Roberto Verona: Sure.
{Lex stands up and finishes drying the sweat from his body. He puts on a tattered Young Guns shirt and heads for the exit.}
Lex Sense: Maybe later. There is somewhere I have to be.
{Lex steps out of the room and into complete darkness. The camera zooms in on the big man standing in a dark room. A mixture of sweat, running facepaint and determination splashed across his face. The words Angel spoke infuriated the always angered giant and now he must take his frustrations out on a poser and midget.}
Lex Sense: I never forget. In fact I can't help but remember. Do you remember Xander?
{The words spoken against the Young Guns worked in only one way, to fuel the flame that burns inside this man's crazed mind. The very same flame that will scorch everything in front him into ash.}
Lex Sense: Let me remind you of a date, Sunday, December 5, 2010. Anything ring a bell? Here's another hint, Maniac versus Lex Sense in an empty arena match at Collision. What? It's coming to you? Well in case your over inflated ego has chosen to forget something very near and dear to my heart, allow me to remind you. That was the day that the Homeless One became a blip on my radar. I was in the middle of ending Maniac once and for all and your meaty paw got in the way of what should have been a glorious night. That night you involved yourself in my business and that night I vowed that one day you will get what's coming to you. Luckily for me that day has come. Let's be honest with each other, it doesn't really matter who wins or loses, this is about supremacy. This is about superiority. These are things that you know well. You may have taken the mask out of Homeless Harold but you can't take the Homo Harold out of you. Inside you are still that perverse individual and that's the man I want to meet on Sunday. So i can cash in a receipt that is owed to me. Your cheap shots and feeble minded words will do nothing to halt my advance into your dominion.
I am coming to get you and this time around there is no Maniac to help you stop me.
You must be a fool Xander to align yourselves with the men that make up Gangbang. I understand you all like to circle jerk into a biscuit before enjoying the fruits of your labor but I thought you of all people would be smarter than that. I guess you've proven just how much of a inbred, hick, simpleton you really are. You will always remain in your father's shadow following the next big thing. You followed your daddy's footsteps like a good little boy and came back as Harold to get your foot in the door. Then you followed Maniac's brainwashing like a love sick puppy to get noticed by the heads of this place. Then you used your father's pull like a filthy bitch to become the 2011 Gladiator because that is all you will ever be, a bloody follower. Now you are following the lamest cause to date and this can only end bad for you but I guess you are used to failure. I mean look at you.
{Lex pinches his thumb and index finger.}
Lex Sense: You were this close, but not close enough, when Rob made you look like the fool you really are. You have proven to the world that on your own, much like your father's health, you have failed. So go ahead and follow Trent's little stable of bitches and like a proper ho fight someone else's battle. For we all know that's where you excel at. Doing other's dirty work is your schtick and if you are ok with that then who am I to say anything. I mean if you look at my accomplishments you will find that very little has been done but the difference between you and I is that the little I've earned I have earned on my own while you were riding the coattails of anybody you could cling on. If only I had a father who could pull for me or a partner that would order me around maybe I would be standing in your shoes but unlike you I had to work my arse off to simply get enough food to continue to live.
So this Sunday, I am going to introduce you to a few friends of mine that have helped me along the way and together we will beat some Sense into you.
{Lex points to himself and mouths who his friends are, "me, myself and I".}
Lex Sense: Still I wont completely disregard your power. You are a man unable to give up and unwilling to admit defeat. Even if the cards dealt to you are shorthanded at best. Allow me to spit some knowledge at you playboy. At one point in your career, mainly when you wore the mask, you were a man to be feared. Your mere presence alone demanded fear and you foolishly threw that out the window in the name of a family that never wanted you to begin with. Without the mask you are simply the bastard son of a former world champion and a man whose mere presence is now laughable. A man who will never be able to step out of his father's shadow. I used to look upon your mask and all I had was hatred for you but respect as well. Now when I look at your ugly mug all I want is for you cover that hideous face up once again. It must be pathetically sad to be a man who stares at his mutt of a sister as she gains everything he wants.
It must be sad to be you.
{Lex slaps the camera and it does a 360 spin as we are transported through time and space. The camera continues to spin before coming to in the Young Guns locker room. Inside we find Trish packing up her belongings and clearing out her section. The door to the room slowly creeks open and in creeps Sense. He creeps up right behind Newborn and she must not have noticed him because she is surprised when she steps back and bumps into him.}
Trish Newborn: Get the f*ck out of my way.
Lex Sense: So, you are really leaving?
Trish Newborn: Not that it's any of your f*cking business but yes, I am.
Lex Sense: So sorry to hear that.
Trish Newborn: Yeah sure. You sound broken hearted alright.
{Lex steps up to Trish, invading her personal space to stare down into her eyes. Trish looks up with a look of concern and intrigue.}
Lex Sense: But I am. If it was up to me, you would not have to leave.
{Trish just looks up with a confused look but she quickly shakes her head and comes to her senses.}
Trish Newborn: Whatever. Tell Andrew I'll get the rest of my stuff later.
{She pushes Lex away as she walks out the door. Before the door closes though, in walks Jimmy Zane with his stuff.}
Jimmy Zane: So this is our locker room?
Lex Sense: In all it's glory.
{Lex eyes Jimmy up and down, attempting to size him. Jimmy stands there doing the same. The tension is thick before Sense extends his hand.}
Lex Sense: Welcome to the Young Guns mate. Welcome to the bloody war.
{Jimmy shakes his hand as it all fades to white. A white padded room to be exact. A man in a straightjacket stands in the corner shaking his body violently. The movement of this man seems almost unreal as he moves at the speed of the light. A loud scream is heard as Lex Sense rips out of this shaking man and stands before the camera's lens. The walls turn red as he, yup you guessed it, smiles at the camera.}
Lex Sense: What are you doing here? I thought you were dead. Well you will soon be wishing you were Trent.
{Lex laughs to himself before seriously looking into the camera.}
Lex Sense: Seriously, why are you here? Not too long ago we were drinking it up in celebration of your death and now here you are buzzing around my ear like an annoying little gnat. How many lives could you possibly have Mr. Galactic President Superstar Mc Awesomeville? If it's the same as the amount of gimmicks you have than I am afraid you are immortal. That is until someone, mainly me, cuts off your yapping head. You may be coming back at Reborn but you are going to wish that you hadn't.
You should have stayed dead.
{Lex walks to the side and leans on the wall holding his head from the pain of having to deal with one of Helms unintelligible promos.}
Lex Sense: I liked you Trent. I really did. Your never say die and heaven can wait attitude was quite inspiring. How you lasted so long after chair shot after chair shot is beyond me. In a different dimension I am your herald and you are my Galactus but now, since you decided to step up to my face, I will become your pimp and I will make you my bitch. You have made it impossible for me to even allow you to continue breathing the same air as me. Since you decided to join this little crusade you are on I have had to watch my back. Not out of fear mind you but out of annoyance. It's extremely irritating having to deal with your little arms trying to lift my massive frame. You will never, EVER execute the Bio Shock on me so quit trying. You are a sad little man and even the African Space Christ has to accept the reality that he cannot defy the laws of gravity.
Even if you think you are from outer space and a master of the force like a 5 year old child.
{Lex imagines the things he could do to Trent in a dark alley. Things too unclean for you to even imagine.}
Lex Sense: So Trish hit you across your pretty face with a chair? She's not even part of this crew anymore. So why are you here? Vengeance? Revenge? Angel sent you? In desperate need of attention? Only you can answer that question but I bet even you don't know. You have no purpose interfering in our legacy building exercises. You have no business being here. I don't wants to hurt you Trent but you have made it impossible for me not to make hurting you a sport. I had Steve Awesome beat last week and he beat you weeks before so do the math. Or is your math as bad as your grammar? One thing is certain, no matter who or what beats you down to the point of injury, you manage to come back better than ever. So much so that bets are being placed in the back as to which wrestler on this roster will finally put you down for good. If you keep getting in my way as you downward spiral your career into it's demise, rest assured that a bet on Sense is a winning bet. It's a sure thing.
Awesome couldn't end you but you better bet your ass that if i chose to cripple you, then it shall be done.
{Sense nods his head in agreement with himself.}
Lex Sense: Yet I find myself hoping that you are better than I think you are. I would love it if you would show me why people consider you a legend. I have heard the tales of how you've taken men who tower over you and brought them to their knees. You are nCw's personal David taking on any Goliath they throw in front of you but I am no mere giant. I am not some retard with muscles. I actually think before I speak. I think before I act. I think before I kick midgets over goal posts. Well here I am David. Your own personal Goliath ready and willing to rip your world apart.
Take the initiative and break me before I really get going because there is no stopping the Sense train once it has started chugging along.
{Lex makes train chugging motions with his arms before stopping abruptly and pointing directly into Trent's soul.}
Lex Sense: Or, you could do yourself a favor little man and come and join the dark side. There is still room in the Guns for one more and you could be it. Those assholes you are running with now are going to be eaten alive and you could choose to be a survivor or just another extinct name on the roster. It doesn't really matter to me because I know how stubborn you'll be. You'll remain in this self destructive journey because that's where you love to dwell. A blind man could see that you will continue to make the mistake of standing up to the Guns. You will continue to be a mistake to your mother, friends, fans, career and anybody who ever had faith in you. One has to only look at your pathetic excuse of a career to see you love being a mistake.
People seem to love you but here in the Guns we hate you with every ounce of hate in our bodies. I just wish I could still respect you.
{Lex looks into the camera and mouths the words, "It's true. It's damn true.}
Lex Sense: I wish I could like you. Even Xander. The rest of Flashbang can go to hell but you and Xander could be great if not for this foolish crusade you are on. So let me make this simple to the both of you. This Sunday, at reborn I don't care who wins or loses. I just want a fight. I want a brawl. A bloody feud coming to a head. It's all I search for in life. The next fight. The next war. The next beatdown. Nothing else matters as you two will soon find out. I don't need Jimmy Zane to put the both of you in your place and you can go to hell if you think I am going to just lay down and die when the stacks have been piled up against me. I know Xandre will bring it but will you Trent?
Space man or not, there is no escaping the gravitational pull that my Prediction Black Hole Slam utilizes. Once I hit you with it you will truly be out of this world as you slip into a coma.
{Lex is done but not quite yet.}
Lex Sense: Now Angel, it must be nice to sit behind your desk and shoot out words meant to discourage the courageous. Who the hell are you paper pusher to warn me? Stay the hell out my business and keep your ass safely snuggled in your pretentious office. You can't stop what the Young Guns represent so just straighten your tie and drink your coffee sell out. This ring is ours and you are no longer a factor here.
This is my one and only warning to you pencil dick.
{Lex slaps the camera away and it statics out before fading to black.}
{Lex smiles, face drenched in sweat and his facepaint smeared. Excitement electrifies every nerve in his body in anticipation of The Young Guns upcoming duel against the newly formed Flashbang. A tag team match of epic proportions is about to take place on a pay per view known as Reborn. The war has been brewing and the first shots have been fired. Frontlines have been drawn and they begin and end within an nCw ring. Lex sits on the edge of an old bench wondering what will transpire in this match between four men battling for supremacy. He grabs a towel and wipes the sweat from his brow along with his facepaint and smile before staring dead center into the camera.}
Lex Sense: Did I make the right choice when I decided to join the Young Guns? I have often found myself pondering this very quandary. I look at the men that now surround me, Andrew Jacobsen, Roberto Verona and even Jimmy Zane and I can't help but think if aligning myself with these three individuals was the right thing for my career. Many here in nCw are quick to state that The Young Guns of today are a dying breed. A stable that is both unnecessary and meaningless.
But if these statements were true then why has Flashbang formed? Why are the four of you quick to get in the way of our business?
{Lex points to the camera as if he was pointing at the four idiots that wish nothing more than to erase The Young Guns from existence.}
Lex Sense: I will tell you why. It's because behind all your talk about how The Young Guns died when Venom and Charlie left lies fear. A fear in change. I look at Xander and Trent and I realize that I made the perfect choice for if we truly lack the impact that the Young Guns once had then there would be no need for a war between us. Yet here we stand, you versus us in a battle that will end badly for those that have underestimated us since the beginning.
Your idle threats towards us are just as meaningless as Angel's warning.
Still I find myself a little excited at the prospect of this match. I train my well sculpted body and harden my insane mind in an attempt to prepare myself for anything and everything. I am the Future and this time around I find it quite hard to predict the outcome of this bout. It's hazy at best for I understand that when you put the four unstable elements inside that ring an explosion will occur that could affect either side equally the same. It's too cloudy for even the universe to know how much damage will be done this Sunday. What I can say for sure is that this will be a test of strength and will. We will be stepping up to each other throwing everything we have at one another to see how much we could get away with without being restrained. This is simply the beginning in the grander scheme of things. The question remains, how far will we go to eliminate the other from existence? Listen here mates when I tell you....
{Lex points to the left side of the screen before pointing to the right side. Symbolically pointing at both Xander and Trent.}
Lex Sense: the both of you have gone far enough.
What are you douches calling yourselves?... That's right, Flashbang. You should be honest and call yourselves Flash in a Pan because that is truly what you are. Overrated underachievers. I along with the rest of the Guns have a reason for being while the four of you only exist because we do. We are GODS that have exhaled the breath of life into your dying lungs and have revitalized your squandering careers. You should be thankful, not ungrateful.
Bastards.
I bet it looked real good on paper when a former champion now spot monkey, the current National Champion and resident whiner, 2011 Gladiator and follower and a pussy whipped black guy to fill out your quota sat around a table and came up with the gayest name in the world to stand up against the supreme beings of the nCw universe. Alas, reality never plays out the way it is written on paper and your little cause will go up in flames as quickly as it began. The Young Guns are here to stay.
While the four of you will prove to be the exact personification of a flashbang...
{Lex leans in so you could hear since some of you are old and are beginning to lose your hearing.}
Lex Sense: A blinding flash that will soon fade away.
{Sense smiles at the thought before leaning back and positioning himself underneath the bar. Over 400 pounds of weight rests on each end as Sense begins repping away. He is bench pressing the weight as if it was nothing and he seems motivated by the battle he has found himself in. The door to the gym kicks open and the light flashes in before disappearing again. Andrew and Roberto have made their way inside.}
Roberto Verona: What is it with you and darkness?
Lex Sense: ...
{Roberto hits the light switch and the gym is now clearly visible. Without the lights the place looked damp, dark and seedy. With the lights it looked sleek, clean and new. Andrew and Roberto hover over Sense, a bit amazed at how easily he is lifting a few hundred pounds in weight.}
Andrew Jacobsen: Have you heard the news?
Lex Sense: ...
{Andrew nods at Roberto and he pulls out his laptop. Verona types up the nCw website and quickly clicks on Angel's recent warning to the Young Guns. Sweat is pouring out of every pore as Lex listens to Angel's every word and now seems more inspired then he already was.}
Andrew Jacobsen: I guess this is Angel's way of saying that we wont last.
{Angel's words come to an end and Lex abruptly stops weight lifting and places the bar back on the handle. He sits up, clearly annoyed.}
Lex Sense: F*ck that.
Andrew Jacobsen: Agreed. It will be over when we say it's over.
Roberto Verona: It was to be expected after all with every revolution there is a rebellion.
Lex Sense: I don't know about all that but the formation of Flashbang and Angel taking their side tells me one thing.
Andrew Jacobsen: What's that?
Lex Sense: We must be making an impact. Let those fools tire themselves out fighting a war they have no business fighting. I'll deal with Angel..
Andrew Jacobsen: Let's focus on this weekend and then we will worry about Angel.
Roberto Verona: So, we continue with our plans?
Lex Sense: We continue with our plans. Nothing's changed and we wont stop until it has.
Andrew Jacobsen: Do you want to spar?
Roberto Verona: Sure.
{Lex stands up and finishes drying the sweat from his body. He puts on a tattered Young Guns shirt and heads for the exit.}
Lex Sense: Maybe later. There is somewhere I have to be.
{Lex steps out of the room and into complete darkness. The camera zooms in on the big man standing in a dark room. A mixture of sweat, running facepaint and determination splashed across his face. The words Angel spoke infuriated the always angered giant and now he must take his frustrations out on a poser and midget.}
Lex Sense: I never forget. In fact I can't help but remember. Do you remember Xander?
{The words spoken against the Young Guns worked in only one way, to fuel the flame that burns inside this man's crazed mind. The very same flame that will scorch everything in front him into ash.}
Lex Sense: Let me remind you of a date, Sunday, December 5, 2010. Anything ring a bell? Here's another hint, Maniac versus Lex Sense in an empty arena match at Collision. What? It's coming to you? Well in case your over inflated ego has chosen to forget something very near and dear to my heart, allow me to remind you. That was the day that the Homeless One became a blip on my radar. I was in the middle of ending Maniac once and for all and your meaty paw got in the way of what should have been a glorious night. That night you involved yourself in my business and that night I vowed that one day you will get what's coming to you. Luckily for me that day has come. Let's be honest with each other, it doesn't really matter who wins or loses, this is about supremacy. This is about superiority. These are things that you know well. You may have taken the mask out of Homeless Harold but you can't take the Homo Harold out of you. Inside you are still that perverse individual and that's the man I want to meet on Sunday. So i can cash in a receipt that is owed to me. Your cheap shots and feeble minded words will do nothing to halt my advance into your dominion.
I am coming to get you and this time around there is no Maniac to help you stop me.
You must be a fool Xander to align yourselves with the men that make up Gangbang. I understand you all like to circle jerk into a biscuit before enjoying the fruits of your labor but I thought you of all people would be smarter than that. I guess you've proven just how much of a inbred, hick, simpleton you really are. You will always remain in your father's shadow following the next big thing. You followed your daddy's footsteps like a good little boy and came back as Harold to get your foot in the door. Then you followed Maniac's brainwashing like a love sick puppy to get noticed by the heads of this place. Then you used your father's pull like a filthy bitch to become the 2011 Gladiator because that is all you will ever be, a bloody follower. Now you are following the lamest cause to date and this can only end bad for you but I guess you are used to failure. I mean look at you.
{Lex pinches his thumb and index finger.}
Lex Sense: You were this close, but not close enough, when Rob made you look like the fool you really are. You have proven to the world that on your own, much like your father's health, you have failed. So go ahead and follow Trent's little stable of bitches and like a proper ho fight someone else's battle. For we all know that's where you excel at. Doing other's dirty work is your schtick and if you are ok with that then who am I to say anything. I mean if you look at my accomplishments you will find that very little has been done but the difference between you and I is that the little I've earned I have earned on my own while you were riding the coattails of anybody you could cling on. If only I had a father who could pull for me or a partner that would order me around maybe I would be standing in your shoes but unlike you I had to work my arse off to simply get enough food to continue to live.
So this Sunday, I am going to introduce you to a few friends of mine that have helped me along the way and together we will beat some Sense into you.
{Lex points to himself and mouths who his friends are, "me, myself and I".}
Lex Sense: Still I wont completely disregard your power. You are a man unable to give up and unwilling to admit defeat. Even if the cards dealt to you are shorthanded at best. Allow me to spit some knowledge at you playboy. At one point in your career, mainly when you wore the mask, you were a man to be feared. Your mere presence alone demanded fear and you foolishly threw that out the window in the name of a family that never wanted you to begin with. Without the mask you are simply the bastard son of a former world champion and a man whose mere presence is now laughable. A man who will never be able to step out of his father's shadow. I used to look upon your mask and all I had was hatred for you but respect as well. Now when I look at your ugly mug all I want is for you cover that hideous face up once again. It must be pathetically sad to be a man who stares at his mutt of a sister as she gains everything he wants.
It must be sad to be you.
{Lex slaps the camera and it does a 360 spin as we are transported through time and space. The camera continues to spin before coming to in the Young Guns locker room. Inside we find Trish packing up her belongings and clearing out her section. The door to the room slowly creeks open and in creeps Sense. He creeps up right behind Newborn and she must not have noticed him because she is surprised when she steps back and bumps into him.}
Trish Newborn: Get the f*ck out of my way.
Lex Sense: So, you are really leaving?
Trish Newborn: Not that it's any of your f*cking business but yes, I am.
Lex Sense: So sorry to hear that.
Trish Newborn: Yeah sure. You sound broken hearted alright.
{Lex steps up to Trish, invading her personal space to stare down into her eyes. Trish looks up with a look of concern and intrigue.}
Lex Sense: But I am. If it was up to me, you would not have to leave.
{Trish just looks up with a confused look but she quickly shakes her head and comes to her senses.}
Trish Newborn: Whatever. Tell Andrew I'll get the rest of my stuff later.
{She pushes Lex away as she walks out the door. Before the door closes though, in walks Jimmy Zane with his stuff.}
Jimmy Zane: So this is our locker room?
Lex Sense: In all it's glory.
{Lex eyes Jimmy up and down, attempting to size him. Jimmy stands there doing the same. The tension is thick before Sense extends his hand.}
Lex Sense: Welcome to the Young Guns mate. Welcome to the bloody war.
{Jimmy shakes his hand as it all fades to white. A white padded room to be exact. A man in a straightjacket stands in the corner shaking his body violently. The movement of this man seems almost unreal as he moves at the speed of the light. A loud scream is heard as Lex Sense rips out of this shaking man and stands before the camera's lens. The walls turn red as he, yup you guessed it, smiles at the camera.}
Lex Sense: What are you doing here? I thought you were dead. Well you will soon be wishing you were Trent.
{Lex laughs to himself before seriously looking into the camera.}
Lex Sense: Seriously, why are you here? Not too long ago we were drinking it up in celebration of your death and now here you are buzzing around my ear like an annoying little gnat. How many lives could you possibly have Mr. Galactic President Superstar Mc Awesomeville? If it's the same as the amount of gimmicks you have than I am afraid you are immortal. That is until someone, mainly me, cuts off your yapping head. You may be coming back at Reborn but you are going to wish that you hadn't.
You should have stayed dead.
{Lex walks to the side and leans on the wall holding his head from the pain of having to deal with one of Helms unintelligible promos.}
Lex Sense: I liked you Trent. I really did. Your never say die and heaven can wait attitude was quite inspiring. How you lasted so long after chair shot after chair shot is beyond me. In a different dimension I am your herald and you are my Galactus but now, since you decided to step up to my face, I will become your pimp and I will make you my bitch. You have made it impossible for me to even allow you to continue breathing the same air as me. Since you decided to join this little crusade you are on I have had to watch my back. Not out of fear mind you but out of annoyance. It's extremely irritating having to deal with your little arms trying to lift my massive frame. You will never, EVER execute the Bio Shock on me so quit trying. You are a sad little man and even the African Space Christ has to accept the reality that he cannot defy the laws of gravity.
Even if you think you are from outer space and a master of the force like a 5 year old child.
{Lex imagines the things he could do to Trent in a dark alley. Things too unclean for you to even imagine.}
Lex Sense: So Trish hit you across your pretty face with a chair? She's not even part of this crew anymore. So why are you here? Vengeance? Revenge? Angel sent you? In desperate need of attention? Only you can answer that question but I bet even you don't know. You have no purpose interfering in our legacy building exercises. You have no business being here. I don't wants to hurt you Trent but you have made it impossible for me not to make hurting you a sport. I had Steve Awesome beat last week and he beat you weeks before so do the math. Or is your math as bad as your grammar? One thing is certain, no matter who or what beats you down to the point of injury, you manage to come back better than ever. So much so that bets are being placed in the back as to which wrestler on this roster will finally put you down for good. If you keep getting in my way as you downward spiral your career into it's demise, rest assured that a bet on Sense is a winning bet. It's a sure thing.
Awesome couldn't end you but you better bet your ass that if i chose to cripple you, then it shall be done.
{Sense nods his head in agreement with himself.}
Lex Sense: Yet I find myself hoping that you are better than I think you are. I would love it if you would show me why people consider you a legend. I have heard the tales of how you've taken men who tower over you and brought them to their knees. You are nCw's personal David taking on any Goliath they throw in front of you but I am no mere giant. I am not some retard with muscles. I actually think before I speak. I think before I act. I think before I kick midgets over goal posts. Well here I am David. Your own personal Goliath ready and willing to rip your world apart.
Take the initiative and break me before I really get going because there is no stopping the Sense train once it has started chugging along.
{Lex makes train chugging motions with his arms before stopping abruptly and pointing directly into Trent's soul.}
Lex Sense: Or, you could do yourself a favor little man and come and join the dark side. There is still room in the Guns for one more and you could be it. Those assholes you are running with now are going to be eaten alive and you could choose to be a survivor or just another extinct name on the roster. It doesn't really matter to me because I know how stubborn you'll be. You'll remain in this self destructive journey because that's where you love to dwell. A blind man could see that you will continue to make the mistake of standing up to the Guns. You will continue to be a mistake to your mother, friends, fans, career and anybody who ever had faith in you. One has to only look at your pathetic excuse of a career to see you love being a mistake.
People seem to love you but here in the Guns we hate you with every ounce of hate in our bodies. I just wish I could still respect you.
{Lex looks into the camera and mouths the words, "It's true. It's damn true.}
Lex Sense: I wish I could like you. Even Xander. The rest of Flashbang can go to hell but you and Xander could be great if not for this foolish crusade you are on. So let me make this simple to the both of you. This Sunday, at reborn I don't care who wins or loses. I just want a fight. I want a brawl. A bloody feud coming to a head. It's all I search for in life. The next fight. The next war. The next beatdown. Nothing else matters as you two will soon find out. I don't need Jimmy Zane to put the both of you in your place and you can go to hell if you think I am going to just lay down and die when the stacks have been piled up against me. I know Xandre will bring it but will you Trent?
Space man or not, there is no escaping the gravitational pull that my Prediction Black Hole Slam utilizes. Once I hit you with it you will truly be out of this world as you slip into a coma.
{Lex is done but not quite yet.}
Lex Sense: Now Angel, it must be nice to sit behind your desk and shoot out words meant to discourage the courageous. Who the hell are you paper pusher to warn me? Stay the hell out my business and keep your ass safely snuggled in your pretentious office. You can't stop what the Young Guns represent so just straighten your tie and drink your coffee sell out. This ring is ours and you are no longer a factor here.
This is my one and only warning to you pencil dick.
{Lex slaps the camera away and it statics out before fading to black.}