Post by Kelly Fox on Jun 26, 2011 0:29:26 GMT -6
....BARBARIC....
....BRUTAL....
....UNCIVILIZED....
....CALLOUS....
....VICIOUS....
....BRUTAL....
....UNCIVILIZED....
....CALLOUS....
....VICIOUS....
Just a few simple words than can easily describe what went down last week on Collision. I told you so. I told you all what was going to happen. I said that Jimmy would snap and that's exactly what happened. I believe my actual words were..
BAT **** CRAZY!
But, as you can see by reviewing the course of events at the end of Jimmy Zane's match with Xander last week on Collision, I wasn't far off at all. As a matter of fact, I was pretty dead on. Pardon the pun. I have seen Jimmy's vicious and vindictive side before. I have seen his rage get the better of him and I have see that rage push him to do things that would be downright criminal outside the walls of the wrestling world. But even I must admit, that what Jimmy did last week could have crossed that line. It could have been the end for Xander's career and quite possibly his life. Not that Jimmy is a murderer, mind you, but I am of the opinion that once a man reaches a particular breaking point, they are capable of just about anything and everything. He was trying to send a message and prove a point to not only Xander, but to the rest of New Championship Wrestling. And I think the messaged was sent loud and clear.
And this week?
Well, this week, we have a tag match. Jimmy and the monster Lex Sense will be teaming up to take on Xander and the spaceman himself, Trent Helms. Both are admirable opponents. Both are tacticians of the highest order. But it appears that Jimmy has found his mean streak, and his partner has a mean streak that is far more intense than Jimmy's. He is brutal, uncaring, and downright nasty in the ring. It doesn't bode to well for the "main event" duo of Xander and Trent Helms, does it? Well, we will see how this all boils down in just a few short hours. My bet is..
ITS GOING TO END BLOODY!
..::LAST TIME ON BLOODLINES::..
Jimmy met up with a stranger who invited him to see some of secret past that Jimmy didn't know about. Jimmy went, listened, learned and people are saying all kinds of weird things like he is home and stuff. The last time we saw Jimmy, we was introduced to a man named "Slade Wolfe" and told that he was his brother. That's where we left off, because... well.. that's what television calls a "Cliffhanger". You know, true blue "leave em wanting more" kind of stuff. Anyway, that's what you missed....on Bloodlines!
[/color]Jimmy met up with a stranger who invited him to see some of secret past that Jimmy didn't know about. Jimmy went, listened, learned and people are saying all kinds of weird things like he is home and stuff. The last time we saw Jimmy, we was introduced to a man named "Slade Wolfe" and told that he was his brother. That's where we left off, because... well.. that's what television calls a "Cliffhanger". You know, true blue "leave em wanting more" kind of stuff. Anyway, that's what you missed....on Bloodlines!
(The scene fades in and Jimmy is sitting in the same chair as we saw him in last time. His mouth wide open, eyes unflinching, staring between Slade and Alexander. The awkward silence is almost so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finally Slade breaks the silence.)
Slade Wolfe: James, I have waited for this day my entire life.
Uh, yeah. Man, I am confused. How the hell are you my brother again?
Alexander Wolfe: All in due time, James. Come with us.
(Alexander and Slade get up and begin walking towards the far side of the room. They get nearly all the way across and Jimmy hasn't moved yet.)
Slade Wolfe: Well, James?
Well What?
Alexander Wolfe: Are you coming?
(Jimmy gets up, still confused and mystified by the whole experience. He walks over, joining Alexander and Slade before they continue down a long, dark hall. They come to an elevator. Slade slides the door open and they all get in. The door is closed and the elevator begins going... Down? The elevator moves for what seems like forever before it finally stops. The door us pushed open by Alexander and they walk out. Jimmy looks around the dark walkway as he follows Alexander and Slade until they finally walk into a large room adorned in antiquities and art. The room is circular with what appears to be a domed ceiling. In the middle of the room is a chair. On that chair are hand, leg and arm restraints. Jimmy looks confused as he walks with them towards the chair.)
Alexander Wolfe: James, please, have a seat.
Uh, yeah, I don't think so, man.
Slade Wolfe: We aren't going to hurt you, James. We are just trying to avoid you possibly injuring yourself.
Why would I want to injure anyone?
Alexander Wolfe: We are about to use an age old technique for transferring memories into your brain and subconscious that will allow you to see first hand where your life has come from and where it has gone.
Yeah, I don't know about this. Can't you just show me some home movies or something?
Alexander Wolfe: That is precisely what we are about to do, only you will see them in your mind.
Slade Wolfe: James, please. Just sit down. Once this process is finished, you will know more than you have ever known and the insecurities you have will be released and you can finally reach your full potential as a man and as a professional wrestler.
Seriously? This just seems like some weird Dr Frankenstein ****.
Alexander Wolfe: (laughing) I understand, but I assure you, it is perfectly fine.
(Skeptically, Jimmy slowly walks over and sits in the chair. Slade leans down and secures his feet while Alexander secures his arms. Alexander then puts on the head restraint and leans the chair back. An electronic device from the ceiling begins to lower down towards Jimmy's face. He begins to panic and thrash around in the chair, but he is held firmly in place. His eyes widen as the machine reached his face. It covers his eyes and suddenly the machine starts up and lights are flashing beneath the cover. Jimmy convulses around and finally begins to stop until only twitching in his hands remains. The scene fades as Alexander and Slade are seen watching the process unfold.)
You know, I have been out of it this week with all kinds of things going on in my real life. Someone asked me if I got to see the promo videos that Xander and Trent Helms put up this week. I can honestly say I haven't seen them at all. I haven't seen them, don't plan to see them, and don't really care what they have to say. I am sure there is plenty...
"you are a piece of crap for dropping me on my head"
or even
"You aren't even worth my time, why am I in this match with you?"
All I can say is, please do us all a favor, pull your lip up over your head and swallow. I am tired of the same old, boring rhetoric week in and week out. You can talk tough and big about how I tried to steal your dad from you or how I tried to live off of his name when working off my father's failed. It's the same tired act over and over again from you. I mean seriously, don't you get tired of saying the same old bull**** week in and week out? Don't you get tired of repeating yourself? Hell, I know I do. It's one of my biggest pet peaves, actually. If you didn't hear me the first or second time, then basically you get the middle finger and a big **** you from me. If you aren't bright enough to listen the first, or even the second time, you don't deserve my time and energy.
Let me get some things perfectly clear. I didn't drop your dumbass on the concrete head first to get back at anyone. I did it because I saw the opportunity to make an impact. I saw the opportunity to let my intentions to EVERYONE in NCW be known. I will not take **** off of anyone here without some serious, and immediate, repercussions. You got what you had coming, jackass. And if it was a bit much, just call it a down payment on dumb **** you are going to do in the future. Whether it be tonight, tomorrow night, next week, next month, or even next year. I will achieve the goals I have set for myself. You reiterating each and every week how it will never happen is just wishful thinking on your part. I see you are one of those guys who will say something over and over again with the hopes that it eventually comes true. And if it doesn't go down the way you said, then you can flip flop and say..
"I was just saying that to push you to do better."
It's a classic double switch scenario that jackasses like you employ to try and make yourselves look better regardless of the outcome at hand. It's OK, Xander. I completely understand now. Finally word of warning, though. Keep your nose out of my business. Keep your nose out of Young Gun business. When you go around sticking your big nose where it don't belong, don't be shocked when I break it for you and send you crying back to your daddy.
Now, as far as Trent Helms goes. We go back a long way, don't way space man? I remember when you were a young rookie around about the same time as me. An innovator in this business, as I recall. Using speed and quickness to take down bigger, stronger opponents.
"The Giant Killer" as I remember it.
You were an incredible performer, man. Things haven't changed much. Aside from you becoming a space man and all. Whatever that means. While you were out of this world, I was out in the world. While you are doing whatever you were doing in the "Outer Limits", I was living the "Twilight Zone". Similiar paths, I think. But all paths lead to the same roads, it seems. You and I will ultimately step in the ring together at some point during this match, and we will set the audience on fire. We will show the United Kingdom and everyone watching at home around the world what two true offensive innovators in this business are about.
We also have unfinished business, don't we? Your last man before you ran off to do God knows what was against me. You pinned me in that match. I was shocked as you were at the outcome, but I never got another chance. You packed your bags and moved on. Ran out. Went "home". How was Elvis anyway? He coming back for a big concert tour anytime soon? No? Too bad. I bet he was a bad ass in concert. Way better than all these wannabe performers of today.
Anyway....
Don't let appearances fool you like they do Xander. He is so hung up on how I dress, or how I wear my hair that he can't see that I am a top flight superstar in this business. I am one of the elite performers of my time. Of our time. Hell, Marilyn Manson looks like a complete and total fool, but as far as his kind of music goes, people say he is a musical genius. I am just misunderstood, Trent. I am sure you know how that feels. Being in the same boat a few times in the past.
We are but ordinary men with an extraordinary career. We battle it out in a ring like the gladiators of ancient times. One shall stand. One shall fall. The crowd has their favorites. The crowd has the ones they hate. It's as old as time, and it forever shall remain a battle of good and evil. We shall continue to battle week in and week out. We shall continue to entertain the masses. But like the gladiators before us, this too shall pass. We will one day hand the torch to the next generation of modern day gladiators. We shall hand this business we call professional wrestling over and they will hold..
Our Blood.
Our Sweat.
Our Tears!
They will hold everything we ever worked for and everything that those who came before us ever worked for. History is a precious beacon that leads the wanderers home when they are lost. I got lost in the past. I admit it. I lost my way, and I strayed from my home. I went so far away that I couldn't even remember what this place was like. But like that beacon, shining bright and proud, it led me back here to finish what I started. Nobody will stop me from my destiny. Not you. Not Xander. Not anyone. The legacy you leave behind is your only true accomplishment. And in the end..
We are but shadows and dust.