Post by Lex Sense on Mar 1, 2012 7:15:12 GMT -6
And here we are.
On top of Mount Olympus like GODS going to war for superiority.
Fighting for love, fighting for glory, fighting for selfishness, fighting for more.
You can hear it coming in the distance. Thunderclouds are clapping and booming as lightning hits the Earth, changing it's terrains with each electrocuting blow. The gray clouds pour rain unto the lands as if the angels themselves were weeping for the oncoming struggle between four men. A struggle that will change the surface of a division. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. Yet as ready as I am, I understand that none of us can truly predict what is to start or how it will end. I find myself weary of this situation. A situation that I can only control by minimizing the casualties of war. Four men will walk into that ring on Sunday with hope in their hearts and three will walk away with their hearts broken.
But the one man that stands tall, the one man that will remain standing with gold around his waist like a crown of thorns around a martyr's head will write history as he sees fit.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that that one will be me. I will run through Xander, Todd, and even Jimmy to make this a reality.
When I joined nCw, I did it with a purpose. A purpose that was fulfilled when I buried Angel and sent him back to the obscure heavens that had forsaken him. Since then, that purpose has changed. It has evolved into a hunt for the most prestigious title nCw has to offer. A title that is held by a dominating force of nature. A title that is lusted after by a second generation wrestler. A title that will never reach the hands of a self entitled and selfishly immature brat superstar. A title that can only be held by somebody whose name has become synonymous with success.
That somebody will be me and my name is Lex Sense.
We all have our reasons as to why we fight. We all make excuses as to why we lose those fights but I have run out of excuses and the only reason I need exists in the life I lead. There is no high end lover pulling my strings. I don't have a father that I seek to surpass in accolades and fame. And I don't sit around playing games all day hoping to platinum my wrestling career with minimalist effort. I have nothing to fall back on in case things don't go my way on Sunday. I don't have an easy way out. I, like anybody who does this because they love to and not because they are paid to,...
I take things head on in hopes of not having to repeat it and I believe my time has come.
Week in and week out, I bust my ass. Hall of famers, main eventers, mid carders, curtain jerkers it matters not because good or bad, evil or sacred, holy or unholy, heaven or hell... They all fall by my hand. I am destined to revolutionize this company, this industry and I will be damned if I miss my train and allow one of you to catch it and make your way to take my place in first class. I have struggled for too long and have fought for far longer to waste this opportunity. My time has come and the tick tock of the clock will count up to to my rise.
Not because I say so but because every single one of you know it to be true.
I will go into that ring, my ring with no outside interference to distract me. All emotional ties will be bound to a shipwrecked vessel and left in the middle of the ocean to drown. All unstable mentalities will be locked away and left to rot in the dark recesses of my mind. All my insecurities will be used as weapons as I spit them right out at your faces. All my weaknesses will be left at home to starve and thirst... All that will accompany me to Crossroads will be focus and my ability to rain down pain on all those that get in my way. I'm a seven foot, three hounded and fifty pound freight train dishing out pain with scores to settle and dreams to end and all any of you can do is look up at me in awe.
Marvel at my superiority as I single handedly dismantle two number 1 contenders and watch in wonder as I toss a champion over the edge and take his throne.
The hands on the doomsday clock have struck midnight.
The horns of revelations can be heard echoing through the red sky and St. Peter is calling out for three names...
Jimmy Zane, Todd Williams, Xander Famularo.
Three names that will witness their end of days. Three men that will see their hunt, their dreams, their reign respectively....
Become mine.
On top of Mount Olympus like GODS going to war for superiority.
Fighting for love, fighting for glory, fighting for selfishness, fighting for more.
You can hear it coming in the distance. Thunderclouds are clapping and booming as lightning hits the Earth, changing it's terrains with each electrocuting blow. The gray clouds pour rain unto the lands as if the angels themselves were weeping for the oncoming struggle between four men. A struggle that will change the surface of a division. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. Yet as ready as I am, I understand that none of us can truly predict what is to start or how it will end. I find myself weary of this situation. A situation that I can only control by minimizing the casualties of war. Four men will walk into that ring on Sunday with hope in their hearts and three will walk away with their hearts broken.
But the one man that stands tall, the one man that will remain standing with gold around his waist like a crown of thorns around a martyr's head will write history as he sees fit.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that that one will be me. I will run through Xander, Todd, and even Jimmy to make this a reality.
When I joined nCw, I did it with a purpose. A purpose that was fulfilled when I buried Angel and sent him back to the obscure heavens that had forsaken him. Since then, that purpose has changed. It has evolved into a hunt for the most prestigious title nCw has to offer. A title that is held by a dominating force of nature. A title that is lusted after by a second generation wrestler. A title that will never reach the hands of a self entitled and selfishly immature brat superstar. A title that can only be held by somebody whose name has become synonymous with success.
That somebody will be me and my name is Lex Sense.
We all have our reasons as to why we fight. We all make excuses as to why we lose those fights but I have run out of excuses and the only reason I need exists in the life I lead. There is no high end lover pulling my strings. I don't have a father that I seek to surpass in accolades and fame. And I don't sit around playing games all day hoping to platinum my wrestling career with minimalist effort. I have nothing to fall back on in case things don't go my way on Sunday. I don't have an easy way out. I, like anybody who does this because they love to and not because they are paid to,...
I take things head on in hopes of not having to repeat it and I believe my time has come.
Week in and week out, I bust my ass. Hall of famers, main eventers, mid carders, curtain jerkers it matters not because good or bad, evil or sacred, holy or unholy, heaven or hell... They all fall by my hand. I am destined to revolutionize this company, this industry and I will be damned if I miss my train and allow one of you to catch it and make your way to take my place in first class. I have struggled for too long and have fought for far longer to waste this opportunity. My time has come and the tick tock of the clock will count up to to my rise.
Not because I say so but because every single one of you know it to be true.
I will go into that ring, my ring with no outside interference to distract me. All emotional ties will be bound to a shipwrecked vessel and left in the middle of the ocean to drown. All unstable mentalities will be locked away and left to rot in the dark recesses of my mind. All my insecurities will be used as weapons as I spit them right out at your faces. All my weaknesses will be left at home to starve and thirst... All that will accompany me to Crossroads will be focus and my ability to rain down pain on all those that get in my way. I'm a seven foot, three hounded and fifty pound freight train dishing out pain with scores to settle and dreams to end and all any of you can do is look up at me in awe.
Marvel at my superiority as I single handedly dismantle two number 1 contenders and watch in wonder as I toss a champion over the edge and take his throne.
The hands on the doomsday clock have struck midnight.
The horns of revelations can be heard echoing through the red sky and St. Peter is calling out for three names...
Jimmy Zane, Todd Williams, Xander Famularo.
Three names that will witness their end of days. Three men that will see their hunt, their dreams, their reign respectively....
Become mine.
{Sense stands in front of a mirror. He stares at his own reflection and reminisces what each scar welded into his chest means. He's been through wars, this is apparent as each scar screams out a different name. Each wound made by a different enemy. The scars seem to outshine the tattoos. They seem to tell better stories than the drawings etched into his skin. He stares at his reflection and remembers what it means to go to hell and back.}
Lex Sense: I mean no disrespect towards my opponents... Well, maybe I do when it comes to Todd. However, my arrogance needs to be understood as confidence. We've come too far to pussyfoot around the situation. We have bled for everything we've earned and the time for pleasantries are over. If I could, I would simply walk down to that ring and handle my business without saying a word but here in nCw, one must entertain the masses before handling their business and as a future World Champion...
I too must cater to the whimsical ideals of a worldwide audience.
So for them I must fully verbalize my intentions. I am intent on winning this match by any means necessary. I am intent on burning a bridge to watch my former partner go up in smoke. I am intent on taking a dreamer straight into a nightmare where he will be torn asunder. I plan on doing these things when the world is watching, chanting my name and screaming for more as you plead and beg for it to end. A bit dramatic I know but I am only saying and doing what these people are paying to see.
Entertainment soundtracked by the soothing sounds of grown men screaming in defeat.
{Sense caresses a particularly large scar that stretches across his pectoral muscles. He touches it gently and almost seems to wince in pain as he remembers how the scar was dealt and it's particular meaning to him. The reflection in the mirror smiles as Sense himself scowls. Lex stares at his smiling reflection as wrinkles form on it's face. It ages in a matter of seconds leaving Sense to stare at an older version of himself.}
Lex Sense: There are things about me that noone knows. Things that I've yet to reveal. I guess now would be a perfect time to show you the scars of war and explain to you how they never truly heal but I don't want to waste your time with huddled up war stories by the soothing flames of a warm camp fire. We four men have walked similar paths and we four men understand each other more than we'd like to admit. We will take things with us into senility and straight into our graves. Secrets that age us faster than we should. We are a brotherhood made up of frienemies. A cult built upon blood and broken bones. Nothing we do to each other can ever end our Don Quixote like search for the fabled city of gold.
But you can bet your ass that I will be a deterrent to each one of your goals.
Time to find another way brothers because you are about to make a wrong turn straight into a dead end.
{Sense slaps the smug look of his older reflection. He chooses to ignore the feelings that surge through his body. Nothing must get in the way of his focused mentality. He sees only one thing in his future. A golden belt worn proudly around his waist. So Sense slaps the smug look out of his reflection and as he does so, the mirror shatters into a million pieces. A small cut on the palm of his hand begins to drizzle blood as Lady Die looks up from her iphone and interrupts Sense's dramatic display.}
Lady Die: Are you like, done beating up inanimate objects?
Lex Sense: Are you done following me around?
Lady Die: Hell no! I remember you use to talk about this moment when we were in Menston. You use to bore me with becoming the best wrestler and all that jazz.
Lex Sense: There's three giant obstacles in my way. It might not happen.
Lady Die: Oh but it will and I don't want to miss it.
{Lady throws her iphone to the side as she stands to her feet. She takes Sense's bleeding hand and raises it to her eye level. She stares at it almost lustfully before licking the blood off. Sense is not at all surprised as he allows her to satiate her bloodlust without complaint. She licks her lips as she drops his hand. She takes a few steps back and stares into Lex's eyes.}
Lady Die: Mr. W., he says you can't handle the pressure. He thinks your psyche is going to crack under the tension of such a big match. He warned me to keep an eye on you. That there's a chance that you could revert back to the man you once were.
Lex Sense: What do you think?
Lady Die: I don't know. You were following Xander and his cute girlfriend around like a pervy stalker. And you keep talking to yourself when no one is around.
Lex Sense: Do I?
Lady Die: You know you do but it doesn't matter. I have faith in you. I think you can do it with your sanity in tact.
Lex Sense: You're the only one. I don't know what's going to happen. I find myself shaking from the sheer thrill of it. I can hear the horseshoe'd hooves of the upcoming horseman of war leading the way for Jimmy, Todd, Xander and myself. In order to win this match, I have to tap into the man I use to be. I need to have no remorse and show no mercy. I have to be brutal and unwilling to show compassion. I need to be the man that I was and the man that I am in order to be the man I'm destined to be.
{Lady stands there confused. Sense lost her somewhere along the way but the speech was more for himself anyway. She sort of just became the conductor for the necessities needed for Lex to overcome yet another big match. Nothing is going to get in his way.}
Lady Die: So?
Lex Sense: So... I'm ready to be whatever I need to be.
Lady Die: Cool... Can we go get ice cream now?
{Sense winks into the camera. A wink sent to Jimmy Zane.}
Lex Sense: Of course...
Dexter Rigsby: KID!
{The door is kicked wide open. Lady jumps as she is startled by the unexpected surprise of an old Scottish man's screams. Sense turns his head and stares at Dexter as he leans against the big man's chest to catch his breath. He speaks in between breaths.}
Dexter Rigsby: Kid... I came.... as fast... as I could.
Lady Die: Damnit Dexter! You almost gave me a heart attack!
Dexter Rigsby: Don't ye... go on... jokin' about that.
Lady Die: About what?
Dexter Rigsby: Heart attacks. Lex, you're grandma is in the hospital. She had a heart attack. She don't have much time. She wants to speak to you.
{Sense stands there, simply staring. A grandma he just met a few months back now lays dying in a hospital. An old lady that probably knew more secrets about his family than he would care to know. The only link to a mother that was somewhere out in the world. Lady Die has a hand over her mouth and weeps for an old lady she didn't even know and Sense doesn't even know how to feel. He stares down at the broken pieces of mirror that lay shattered on his floor. They relay back to him the shattered pieces of his past so he decides to grant a dying old lady her final wish. He throws on a shirt and heads for the door.}
Lex Sense: I guess the ice cream will have to wait.
{Lady grabs her phone and proceeds to dial Mr. West's number. She hurries to catch up to Lex and Dexter who are already outside the door. The scene fades to white.}
The time has come and we find ourselves anxiously awaiting for the clock to countdown to Crossroads. We will all take turns to speak our minds on the issue. We will say our say and claim our claims. We will no doubt put it all on the line and when the dust settles, and I'm left standing, we can all be proud of ourselves for putting on one hell of a show. Pat yourselves on the back gentlemen. We're looking at a masterpiece in the making. Each slam will be one more stroke of color. Each punch dealt and kick felt will be another splash of lighting. And my Prediction will be the shading needed in order to make the picture on the canvas stand out.
And once it stands out, I stand tall with belt in hand as a new generation of champion for you to look up to.
Maybe I should take some time now to address my opponents. The three men that will share the ring with me but frankly, there's still time and I don't want to bore the audience after my mouthful of intentions. I will address you Jimmy and your whiny antics to be noticed. I will give Todd and his lackadaisical approach to main event wrestling a little light. I will put Xander and his lack of drive and missing genitals the old one two but for now, I will say only this...
This has barely started. Sit back and enjoy the show. Stay tuned...
For the best is yet to come...
And the Future holds many surprises.
And once it stands out, I stand tall with belt in hand as a new generation of champion for you to look up to.
Maybe I should take some time now to address my opponents. The three men that will share the ring with me but frankly, there's still time and I don't want to bore the audience after my mouthful of intentions. I will address you Jimmy and your whiny antics to be noticed. I will give Todd and his lackadaisical approach to main event wrestling a little light. I will put Xander and his lack of drive and missing genitals the old one two but for now, I will say only this...
This has barely started. Sit back and enjoy the show. Stay tuned...
For the best is yet to come...
And the Future holds many surprises.
