Post by Angel on Jul 25, 2011 16:00:55 GMT -6
Lex Sense...
Let me start by saying...
I like you. I respect you. Hell, Lex, I understand you...
Your little mission here in nCw, your journey to the top of the mountain, it's truly inspiring. It's been a long time since I saw someone like yourself come in and make such a big impact on so many people so quickly.
Truly a sight to be seen...
Thing is Lex, you picked a fight you can't win and no, I don't mean with me.
You picked a fight with New Championship Wrestling, and when you pick a fight with nCw, you pick a fight with everyone who has those three letters running through their veins.
Adam Knite.
Spike Kane.
Steve Awesome.
Alex Jones.
Falcon.
Men who have given everything short of their lives to wrestle here. Men who have sacrificed blood, sweat and tears. Men who would die for this company if given half the opportunity.
I know, you don't care. Lex Sense likes a good fight and that's what I like most about you.
Picking a fight with the legends of this company is all well and good, if you just wanted to fight me for the sake of adding my name to your already impressive list of victories, I could deal with that, fact is, I'd respect you even more if that were the case... But your not fighting me because you want to. Your fighting me because... Andrew Jacobsen said so.
Didn't he?
Poor little AJ thinks big bad Angel was interfering in his match on the part of Alex Jones so he sicked his personal lap dog on me.
Awwwwwww.
How cute.
Lex Sense is defending his master.
And me oh my how you jumped at the chance to appease your fearless leader. Oh, I'm sorry. Lex Sense doesn't take orders from anybody, I forgot... You know... Except Andrew Jacobsen, the guy who sicked you on me after I "cost" him the National title.
You know Lex, it's almost sad, boarder line disheartening, because you and I are so much alike. The two of us labeled monsters by the men around us when we know better. We're not monsters, monsters haven't the slightest idea the pain they cause or the hurt they put people through.
We do.
And we like it.
But you, somewhere along the way, forgot about that. You saddled up with the Guns for god knows what reason and declared war on a roster that already feared and respected you. Andrew at least has a legitimate reason to act like a douche bag.
He sucks at life.
You? You don't suck. Your not even half bad. Your a freaking beast, Lex. You could be World Champion within the year if you'd just stop getting side tracked by petty bull****.
Look at the way you crumbled to Rob Diamond. He threw a few piss and fart jokes at you and you responded with nothing more than raw emotion and you fell. You fell hard. If you could just harness that emotion and use it to your benefit, just become the man you think you are, the one you claim to be, you could bring nCw to it's knees all by yourself and you wouldn't have to resort to under handed tactics and whiny piss ant wrestlers to do your talking for you.
That's why I warned you.
It wasn't to make you stop fighting.
It wasn't to scare you off.
It was to make you better.
To make you stand up to someone like me and either take the advice being given and drop those losers like the classless bunch of bitches that they are or shut me up.
Fact is I wanted you to step up to me. I wanted you to hate me. I wanted you to become that ruthless son of a bitch I know you can be and stop being the Young Guns single shining star while taking a back seat to a man you hands down destroyed in the center of the ring. No one in nCw ever got to the world title by taking orders, Lex, they got there by being something different, something special... Something unstoppable. That could be you Lex, you could be one of us. One of our kind.
But that's up to you Lex.
I can't force you to become a better wrestler.
I can't force you to be your own man.
All I can do is get in the ring and shut your gigantic ass up.
So that's what I'm going to do Lex. I've gone to war before, battled against men most thought I didn't stand a chance against and I've won. I won't bother listing off the accolades or showing you my record inside that Death Cage, all I'll say is this...
Savior X is back...
And I'm badder than ever.
*Three weeks ago*
Tara: I don't understand.
{ Tara Fenix stood across from Angel in his office, hands on her hips, head to the side. }
Tara: Why are you letting this giant mountain of **** mess with you?
{ Angel half heartedly shrugged. }
Angel: Because I'm not afraid of him.
Tara: It doesn't matter if you are or if you aren't. The man is calling you out Angel! You! Savior X! A two time World Champion and you just sit there!?
Angel: What do you want me to do?
Tara: KICK HIS ****ING ASS!
{ Tara very rarely yelled, especially at Angel, the two of them actually almost never fought. }
Angel: You know I can't...
Tara: No, I know why you think you can't! And it's total bull**** Angel, countless wrestlers have had the same exact neck surgery as you and their still in that ring. Look at Kurt.
Angel: Yeah, and look at Adam.
{ Yes, I'm referencing wrestlers from other companies, get over it. }
Angel: The man's career is over, Tara, hell had he been dropped wrong or something much, much worse, his life could be over. Is that what you want to happen to me? Lex Sense isn't just some other guy. He's not a Brad Kane or an Xavier Williams, he's not just going to give up if I go out there and kick his ass. He'll come back again and again and again until he gets what he wants.
{ Angel sighs and stands up, walking around the desk. }
Angel: And what he wants is to see the career of Savior X shattered into little tiny pieces in the palms of his hands. I don't care what he does to me, he's not ending my career, Tara, even if my career has become sitting behind a desk...
{ She looks away as he tries to hold her. }
Tara: So you won't even try?
Angel: What if I fail?
Tara: That was never an option before?
Angel: I never had so much to lose before.
{ She looks up at him and shakes her head. }
Tara: You've changed...
Angel: I had to.
Tara: No, you think you had to. You messed your neck up pretty bad in that Death Cage last year with Alex, but you've come back from worse and you've come back better. I know the evil son of a bitch I fell in love with is in there... I just hope you find him before Lex finishes what he's started... If he's as bad as you think he is, he's never going to give up whether you fight him or not.
{ With nothing else to say, Tara kisses Angel lightly on the lips and turns around to leave his office. He just stands there as the scene slowly fades to black. }
I don't expect you to be afraid.
I don't expect you to back down.
I don't expect you to do anything except what it is your born to do.
Fight me.
Fight me with everything you've got Lex. You wanted me to get out from behind my desk, here I am. Don't hold back now. Because when I step into that cage...
My respect...
My like...
And my understanding goes out the window...
Inside that Death Cage we aren't men fighting for honor or gladiators fighting for pride.
We are sick, twisted, evil sons of bitches looking to enjoy ripping the flesh off our opponent's bones in front of 40,000 blood thirsty fans.
Lex Sense demanded this match and Sunday night he is going to learn to be careful what he wishes for...
Let me start by saying...
I like you. I respect you. Hell, Lex, I understand you...
Your little mission here in nCw, your journey to the top of the mountain, it's truly inspiring. It's been a long time since I saw someone like yourself come in and make such a big impact on so many people so quickly.
Truly a sight to be seen...
Thing is Lex, you picked a fight you can't win and no, I don't mean with me.
You picked a fight with New Championship Wrestling, and when you pick a fight with nCw, you pick a fight with everyone who has those three letters running through their veins.
Adam Knite.
Spike Kane.
Steve Awesome.
Alex Jones.
Falcon.
Men who have given everything short of their lives to wrestle here. Men who have sacrificed blood, sweat and tears. Men who would die for this company if given half the opportunity.
I know, you don't care. Lex Sense likes a good fight and that's what I like most about you.
Picking a fight with the legends of this company is all well and good, if you just wanted to fight me for the sake of adding my name to your already impressive list of victories, I could deal with that, fact is, I'd respect you even more if that were the case... But your not fighting me because you want to. Your fighting me because... Andrew Jacobsen said so.
Didn't he?
Poor little AJ thinks big bad Angel was interfering in his match on the part of Alex Jones so he sicked his personal lap dog on me.
Awwwwwww.
How cute.
Lex Sense is defending his master.
And me oh my how you jumped at the chance to appease your fearless leader. Oh, I'm sorry. Lex Sense doesn't take orders from anybody, I forgot... You know... Except Andrew Jacobsen, the guy who sicked you on me after I "cost" him the National title.
You know Lex, it's almost sad, boarder line disheartening, because you and I are so much alike. The two of us labeled monsters by the men around us when we know better. We're not monsters, monsters haven't the slightest idea the pain they cause or the hurt they put people through.
We do.
And we like it.
But you, somewhere along the way, forgot about that. You saddled up with the Guns for god knows what reason and declared war on a roster that already feared and respected you. Andrew at least has a legitimate reason to act like a douche bag.
He sucks at life.
You? You don't suck. Your not even half bad. Your a freaking beast, Lex. You could be World Champion within the year if you'd just stop getting side tracked by petty bull****.
Look at the way you crumbled to Rob Diamond. He threw a few piss and fart jokes at you and you responded with nothing more than raw emotion and you fell. You fell hard. If you could just harness that emotion and use it to your benefit, just become the man you think you are, the one you claim to be, you could bring nCw to it's knees all by yourself and you wouldn't have to resort to under handed tactics and whiny piss ant wrestlers to do your talking for you.
That's why I warned you.
It wasn't to make you stop fighting.
It wasn't to scare you off.
It was to make you better.
To make you stand up to someone like me and either take the advice being given and drop those losers like the classless bunch of bitches that they are or shut me up.
Fact is I wanted you to step up to me. I wanted you to hate me. I wanted you to become that ruthless son of a bitch I know you can be and stop being the Young Guns single shining star while taking a back seat to a man you hands down destroyed in the center of the ring. No one in nCw ever got to the world title by taking orders, Lex, they got there by being something different, something special... Something unstoppable. That could be you Lex, you could be one of us. One of our kind.
But that's up to you Lex.
I can't force you to become a better wrestler.
I can't force you to be your own man.
All I can do is get in the ring and shut your gigantic ass up.
So that's what I'm going to do Lex. I've gone to war before, battled against men most thought I didn't stand a chance against and I've won. I won't bother listing off the accolades or showing you my record inside that Death Cage, all I'll say is this...
Savior X is back...
And I'm badder than ever.
*Three weeks ago*
Tara: I don't understand.
{ Tara Fenix stood across from Angel in his office, hands on her hips, head to the side. }
Tara: Why are you letting this giant mountain of **** mess with you?
{ Angel half heartedly shrugged. }
Angel: Because I'm not afraid of him.
Tara: It doesn't matter if you are or if you aren't. The man is calling you out Angel! You! Savior X! A two time World Champion and you just sit there!?
Angel: What do you want me to do?
Tara: KICK HIS ****ING ASS!
{ Tara very rarely yelled, especially at Angel, the two of them actually almost never fought. }
Angel: You know I can't...
Tara: No, I know why you think you can't! And it's total bull**** Angel, countless wrestlers have had the same exact neck surgery as you and their still in that ring. Look at Kurt.
Angel: Yeah, and look at Adam.
{ Yes, I'm referencing wrestlers from other companies, get over it. }
Angel: The man's career is over, Tara, hell had he been dropped wrong or something much, much worse, his life could be over. Is that what you want to happen to me? Lex Sense isn't just some other guy. He's not a Brad Kane or an Xavier Williams, he's not just going to give up if I go out there and kick his ass. He'll come back again and again and again until he gets what he wants.
{ Angel sighs and stands up, walking around the desk. }
Angel: And what he wants is to see the career of Savior X shattered into little tiny pieces in the palms of his hands. I don't care what he does to me, he's not ending my career, Tara, even if my career has become sitting behind a desk...
{ She looks away as he tries to hold her. }
Tara: So you won't even try?
Angel: What if I fail?
Tara: That was never an option before?
Angel: I never had so much to lose before.
{ She looks up at him and shakes her head. }
Tara: You've changed...
Angel: I had to.
Tara: No, you think you had to. You messed your neck up pretty bad in that Death Cage last year with Alex, but you've come back from worse and you've come back better. I know the evil son of a bitch I fell in love with is in there... I just hope you find him before Lex finishes what he's started... If he's as bad as you think he is, he's never going to give up whether you fight him or not.
{ With nothing else to say, Tara kisses Angel lightly on the lips and turns around to leave his office. He just stands there as the scene slowly fades to black. }
I don't expect you to be afraid.
I don't expect you to back down.
I don't expect you to do anything except what it is your born to do.
Fight me.
Fight me with everything you've got Lex. You wanted me to get out from behind my desk, here I am. Don't hold back now. Because when I step into that cage...
My respect...
My like...
And my understanding goes out the window...
Inside that Death Cage we aren't men fighting for honor or gladiators fighting for pride.
We are sick, twisted, evil sons of bitches looking to enjoy ripping the flesh off our opponent's bones in front of 40,000 blood thirsty fans.
Lex Sense demanded this match and Sunday night he is going to learn to be careful what he wishes for...