Post by Angel on Jan 3, 2008 6:37:04 GMT -6
The time, date, and opponent have all been chosen. All that is left for me is to do exactly what I set out to do. Defeat him. Defeat them all. This Mark Evil is only the beginning for me. Are you listening Mark. You’re a pawn, and insignificant chess piece in my game of glory. You’ll step up, say your piece, and then you shall crash and burn like so many before you. I know your kind little Mark. Prideful, spiteful, and sinful. Not just because of the name, no. Evil, I get it. You want us afraid, well I ain’t afraid boy. Your just a bitch. Like I was saying, I know your kind. Trying to hide what you really are from the rest of the world. It won’t work with me. I come from a place full of pompous morons. Your just another one. Another faceless incompetent, who has no idea what they go themselves into. I could go on and on about my being a legend somewhere else, but frankly, that was somewhere else. NCW is new to me. Very new. However, I have no problem what so ever making a name for myself over night/ Will beating you insure my new legacy? Probably not. Will beating you prove I mean business? Maybe. Destroying you in front of millions of fans the world over, that will mean something. Come Mark, come and say what you will. Your words mean nothing, not to one such as myself. Speak your evil. Try to seduce me or whatever foolishness it is that you do. I shall show the world that you’re a joke. It is good that I face you first. Once I embodied good. The savior in more ways than one. Now, I am the wrath of God, and his wrath is what will strike you down, once and for all. I hope your evil can protect you, because nothing else will.
( Backstage, not an arena, but a television show. Some guy in a suit prepares his notes and heads to the stage. A crowd is told to applaud him. The little fat bald man bows, and takes his seat. The camera swarm in around him, and the light goes green. The crowd cheers until the director tells them to quiet down. )
Piston: Hello, and welcome to another edition of “Inside the Wrestler’s Studio.” I am your host Tim Piston, and today we have an extra special guest. In the past I have interviewed legends, icons, hall of famers, show stoppers, hard hitters, and everything in between. Today however I have a guest who is above and beyond all of them. A man who is the epitome of professional wrestling. A man whom, well all of you should be more than acquainted with. Love him or hate him, the self proclaimed “Wrath of God,” please welcome ANGEL!
( Most of the crowd begins to cheer. Some boo, and they are quickly removed from the studio. Angel with his girlfriend Shelly Taylor make their way on stage. Angel shakes Piston’s hand, and Piston gives Shelly’s hand a kiss. The two take a seat on a love seat across from Piston. )
Piston: It is so good to have you here Angel. As you can see, these adoring fans are very glad you are here to educate them on pro wrestling.
Angel: Well, one, thanks for having me, and two, good job on finding some of my fans.
( Laughs )
Piston: It was easier than you think. I know on television you usually play a heel, or “bad guy,” but this is a rare thing for you. For any new viewers, this interview is done “out of character.” We will be talking with the man who portrays “Angel” in the ring, not the character himself.
Angel: Sure. However you want to put it.
Shelly: Honestly, there the same.
( Laughs again )
Piston: Of course they are. Now, may I ask, what is your really name?
Angel:... Well... I’ve never really done this... Damon. When I”m not in the ring it’s Damon. But I really prefer Angel.
Piston: Ok. Well Angel, my first question is where have you been? For years in the old PWW you dominated. Championship after championship. You formed a powerhouse stable. Took over the company, then vanished. Only to return in one of the most critically acclaimed feuds in wrestling history. Now you’ve been gone again for three years. Where did you go?
Angel: As I said once. I had to deal with some “demons” as you put it. Or did I? Demons, and when I was finished, I spent a lot of time with Shelly, got back in ring shape, and here I am.
Piston: How... insightful.. I suppose. Well then, why now?
Angel: I don’t know. It took a while to get back into shape.
Piston: I see. What happened to your friends? The Social Enemies?
Angel: Maniac retired, Ed is off making new and interesting business deals, Talon is probably sleeping, and Falcon... Well that’s another story. He may be coming to the NCW.
Piston: Really? Now that would be very interesting. I’d love to talk to him.
Shelly: What? Is Angel not good enough? Huh?
Piston: I just thought he’d have more to say.
Shelly: You wanted to talk to the “Real” person, that’s what you got. You want to talk to Angel, the legendary wrestler. The man who has single handedly brought federations to their knees. Then ask.
Piston: Ok, can I talk to “Angel?” (Very dryly)
( Angel stands up and grabs Piston by the throat, the crowd starts to cheer wildly. The director can’t get them to calm down. Security makes their to the stage and circles Angel. )
Angel: LOOK HERE DIP****! I’m not some character. I AM Angel. Whatever name I once went under, is gone, dead, deceased. Like a lot of people I know, I am this. I AM THE WRATH OF GOD! You want to interview me, then fine. YOU INTERVIEW ME! Now, sit your fat ass down, and get to it. I don’t have a lot of freaking time to deal with B.S.
Piston: Sorry.
( Angel releases him, and Piston falls back to his seat. He waves security away. )
Piston: Let’s start over. You have your first match in a matter of days. Let’s talk about that. Right after the commercial.
( The camera fades to black. A jingle starts to play and a wintery scene is shown. Children are dancing and playing. Fawns frolic in the back round. They all begin to sing. )
Children: Angel is coming for you. There’s nothing you can do. No where to run, no where to hide. Angel, inside your mind. Angel, your time to die.
( The scene explodes into just flames and laughter. What appears to be hell has replaced the playful scene. Screams replace the laughter, and single names appears. Then several words to follow. )
“ Mark Evil “
“Suspense”
“The first to fall”
“ANGEL”
( Slowly we fade back into the tv show, where Piston sits, very rigidly with his guests. )
Piston: Welcome back. This weekend, Angel will take on Mark Evil. Any words of wisdom to this unsuspecting sap?
Shelly: Actually. Angel’s been out a long time. He’s got a lot on his mind, and chest he needs to let out. So when the two of you get in the ring, I wouldn’t expect to see much of match. Angel isn’t some rookie, or newbie. He isn’t a joke either. Angel is a veteran, a legend, and your just some punk who NCW is throwing at him. Sure, warm up matches are great. He needs them. I didn’t expect a world title show just yet. Eventually, sure. He’ll get one, and he’ll win. But for now, Angel needs to warm up, and that’s all this is. Your just a sparing partner. You can’t win, so don’t think about it for a second. As for being Evil? What a joke. You wouldn’t know evil if the devil himself came up from hell and started beating you viciously with nuns and small infants. I bet the most evil thing you ever did was step on a lady bug, and even after that you probably cried like a little girl. Coming from a girl, that means a lot. So picture this, you get in that ring, the bell sounds, and then black. That’s it. Angel will strike like the wrath of god, and you will fall. Good vs Evil? Maybe. The way I see it though, it’s going to be more like a man vs a mouse. You’ll be crushed, that’s it.
Piston: Good. Well I feel sorry for him if he ever has to fight you Shelly.
( Angel leaps to his feet. )
Angel: SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! She will say whatever she wants, whenever she wants. GOT IT!?
Piston: Y... Ye.... Yes sir. Would you like to add anything?
Angel: Yeah, I would. Evil (laugh) We’re gonna fight, and I can’t wait. It’s been a long time for me, since I had a challenge like this. I can still remember my last match. I came to the ring with gold, I left with gold. The fans erupting, cheers or boos. It was something special. That was three years ago. I know what your gonna say, I don’t care. I don’t care if you’ve been wrestling consistently for ten years now, or this your first match. Just cut your promo, say something stupid, and get it over with. The anticipation is killing me. You see, I relish in proving idiots wrong. Which is what this is going to be. Your gonna spit a lot of crap about me being this, and that, and blah, blah, blah. I’m going to retort, prove you wrong, get in the ring, and make you pay for what you said. Simple. Honestly, I think you should save us the time, and NCW the production costs, and just be quiet. Seriously, a lot can be said for a guy who knows better than to piss me off. Look back at my career, how man men didn’t lose their careers because they knew when to shut up? Countless. How many suffered because they talked a lot of trash they couldn’t back up? More than I care to remember. You see I don’t want to add another name to that list Mark. I just want to have my first match back, and move on. Get the next guy, and the next guy. Until finally NCW has become my playground, and all you will just be children I watch from the very top of the hill. Truly, that is my goal. Save souls, deliver god’s punishment on the sinful? Where and when I can, I will? But my goals are unfortunately a little more personal than they used to be. Unfortunately for you though, you fit both my goals. Your very name insights me to do what I love and punish you. On the other hand, defeating you, will mean the beginning of my road to the top. I believe you see the duality in this match. Too bad you had to go an be evil Mark. Perhaps in another life time we could have been friends. But in this one, your just a victim.
Piston: Sounds like your ready to deal out the wrath. End of Days style.
Angel: Yup. Sure am.
Piston: All I have to say is, if I were Mark Evil, I would be pissing my pants right now.
Shelly: You did piss your pants, during the commercial.
Piston: Ahhh... yes... well you see my point then. This has been “Inside the Wrestler’s Studio.” I am Tim Piston, tune in next week when we interview...
( Angel stands up and kicks him in the face. Piston’s chair tumbles backwards and the crowd cheers again. Security rushes to the stage, but Angel and Shelly just brush through them. Piston’s jaw appears to be broken. The pair slowly walk back stage, and disappear behind the curtain. The end credits for the show start to play, with a special thanks to our guests. )
Truly a great ending to a great show. Hopefully Piston will think twice before insulting your dark hero again. As for Mr. Evil. That was a taste my friend. A small taste of a meal your about to be served. I’m sure you’ve got a lot you want to say about me. Say it. Please. I feed off foolishness, and idiocy. I can’t even wait for what you have to say, as I am sure it will be utterly delightful. But in the end, it’s going to go the way it always goes with Angel. You will perish my boy. Your nothing, an insect. Insignificant. Just a wrestler who has signed on for something they can’t handle. NCW wants to see what Angel is capable of before they unleash him once again on the world of wrestling. What Angel has done else where no longer matters. What matters is what he will do here, and now. What matters is what he will do to you in just a few days. I’m sure you don’t, but maybe you should. Pray Mark. Pray Angel only comes to wrestle, and nothing more. Pray you walk out of that ring, and are not carried. Pray Angel holds back a little. Pray that whatever you have done to be “Evil” means nothing to one such as Angel. Do this, and maybe, just maybe he will spare you. Maybe. On the other hand, Angel may decide to take this match to another level. Make it more than just a warm up. He may decide to just destroy you. Body and Soul. Of course, that’s only a maybe. May God have Mercy on your Soul.
( Backstage, not an arena, but a television show. Some guy in a suit prepares his notes and heads to the stage. A crowd is told to applaud him. The little fat bald man bows, and takes his seat. The camera swarm in around him, and the light goes green. The crowd cheers until the director tells them to quiet down. )
Piston: Hello, and welcome to another edition of “Inside the Wrestler’s Studio.” I am your host Tim Piston, and today we have an extra special guest. In the past I have interviewed legends, icons, hall of famers, show stoppers, hard hitters, and everything in between. Today however I have a guest who is above and beyond all of them. A man who is the epitome of professional wrestling. A man whom, well all of you should be more than acquainted with. Love him or hate him, the self proclaimed “Wrath of God,” please welcome ANGEL!
( Most of the crowd begins to cheer. Some boo, and they are quickly removed from the studio. Angel with his girlfriend Shelly Taylor make their way on stage. Angel shakes Piston’s hand, and Piston gives Shelly’s hand a kiss. The two take a seat on a love seat across from Piston. )
Piston: It is so good to have you here Angel. As you can see, these adoring fans are very glad you are here to educate them on pro wrestling.
Angel: Well, one, thanks for having me, and two, good job on finding some of my fans.
( Laughs )
Piston: It was easier than you think. I know on television you usually play a heel, or “bad guy,” but this is a rare thing for you. For any new viewers, this interview is done “out of character.” We will be talking with the man who portrays “Angel” in the ring, not the character himself.
Angel: Sure. However you want to put it.
Shelly: Honestly, there the same.
( Laughs again )
Piston: Of course they are. Now, may I ask, what is your really name?
Angel:... Well... I’ve never really done this... Damon. When I”m not in the ring it’s Damon. But I really prefer Angel.
Piston: Ok. Well Angel, my first question is where have you been? For years in the old PWW you dominated. Championship after championship. You formed a powerhouse stable. Took over the company, then vanished. Only to return in one of the most critically acclaimed feuds in wrestling history. Now you’ve been gone again for three years. Where did you go?
Angel: As I said once. I had to deal with some “demons” as you put it. Or did I? Demons, and when I was finished, I spent a lot of time with Shelly, got back in ring shape, and here I am.
Piston: How... insightful.. I suppose. Well then, why now?
Angel: I don’t know. It took a while to get back into shape.
Piston: I see. What happened to your friends? The Social Enemies?
Angel: Maniac retired, Ed is off making new and interesting business deals, Talon is probably sleeping, and Falcon... Well that’s another story. He may be coming to the NCW.
Piston: Really? Now that would be very interesting. I’d love to talk to him.
Shelly: What? Is Angel not good enough? Huh?
Piston: I just thought he’d have more to say.
Shelly: You wanted to talk to the “Real” person, that’s what you got. You want to talk to Angel, the legendary wrestler. The man who has single handedly brought federations to their knees. Then ask.
Piston: Ok, can I talk to “Angel?” (Very dryly)
( Angel stands up and grabs Piston by the throat, the crowd starts to cheer wildly. The director can’t get them to calm down. Security makes their to the stage and circles Angel. )
Angel: LOOK HERE DIP****! I’m not some character. I AM Angel. Whatever name I once went under, is gone, dead, deceased. Like a lot of people I know, I am this. I AM THE WRATH OF GOD! You want to interview me, then fine. YOU INTERVIEW ME! Now, sit your fat ass down, and get to it. I don’t have a lot of freaking time to deal with B.S.
Piston: Sorry.
( Angel releases him, and Piston falls back to his seat. He waves security away. )
Piston: Let’s start over. You have your first match in a matter of days. Let’s talk about that. Right after the commercial.
( The camera fades to black. A jingle starts to play and a wintery scene is shown. Children are dancing and playing. Fawns frolic in the back round. They all begin to sing. )
Children: Angel is coming for you. There’s nothing you can do. No where to run, no where to hide. Angel, inside your mind. Angel, your time to die.
( The scene explodes into just flames and laughter. What appears to be hell has replaced the playful scene. Screams replace the laughter, and single names appears. Then several words to follow. )
“ Mark Evil “
“Suspense”
“The first to fall”
“ANGEL”
( Slowly we fade back into the tv show, where Piston sits, very rigidly with his guests. )
Piston: Welcome back. This weekend, Angel will take on Mark Evil. Any words of wisdom to this unsuspecting sap?
Shelly: Actually. Angel’s been out a long time. He’s got a lot on his mind, and chest he needs to let out. So when the two of you get in the ring, I wouldn’t expect to see much of match. Angel isn’t some rookie, or newbie. He isn’t a joke either. Angel is a veteran, a legend, and your just some punk who NCW is throwing at him. Sure, warm up matches are great. He needs them. I didn’t expect a world title show just yet. Eventually, sure. He’ll get one, and he’ll win. But for now, Angel needs to warm up, and that’s all this is. Your just a sparing partner. You can’t win, so don’t think about it for a second. As for being Evil? What a joke. You wouldn’t know evil if the devil himself came up from hell and started beating you viciously with nuns and small infants. I bet the most evil thing you ever did was step on a lady bug, and even after that you probably cried like a little girl. Coming from a girl, that means a lot. So picture this, you get in that ring, the bell sounds, and then black. That’s it. Angel will strike like the wrath of god, and you will fall. Good vs Evil? Maybe. The way I see it though, it’s going to be more like a man vs a mouse. You’ll be crushed, that’s it.
Piston: Good. Well I feel sorry for him if he ever has to fight you Shelly.
( Angel leaps to his feet. )
Angel: SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! She will say whatever she wants, whenever she wants. GOT IT!?
Piston: Y... Ye.... Yes sir. Would you like to add anything?
Angel: Yeah, I would. Evil (laugh) We’re gonna fight, and I can’t wait. It’s been a long time for me, since I had a challenge like this. I can still remember my last match. I came to the ring with gold, I left with gold. The fans erupting, cheers or boos. It was something special. That was three years ago. I know what your gonna say, I don’t care. I don’t care if you’ve been wrestling consistently for ten years now, or this your first match. Just cut your promo, say something stupid, and get it over with. The anticipation is killing me. You see, I relish in proving idiots wrong. Which is what this is going to be. Your gonna spit a lot of crap about me being this, and that, and blah, blah, blah. I’m going to retort, prove you wrong, get in the ring, and make you pay for what you said. Simple. Honestly, I think you should save us the time, and NCW the production costs, and just be quiet. Seriously, a lot can be said for a guy who knows better than to piss me off. Look back at my career, how man men didn’t lose their careers because they knew when to shut up? Countless. How many suffered because they talked a lot of trash they couldn’t back up? More than I care to remember. You see I don’t want to add another name to that list Mark. I just want to have my first match back, and move on. Get the next guy, and the next guy. Until finally NCW has become my playground, and all you will just be children I watch from the very top of the hill. Truly, that is my goal. Save souls, deliver god’s punishment on the sinful? Where and when I can, I will? But my goals are unfortunately a little more personal than they used to be. Unfortunately for you though, you fit both my goals. Your very name insights me to do what I love and punish you. On the other hand, defeating you, will mean the beginning of my road to the top. I believe you see the duality in this match. Too bad you had to go an be evil Mark. Perhaps in another life time we could have been friends. But in this one, your just a victim.
Piston: Sounds like your ready to deal out the wrath. End of Days style.
Angel: Yup. Sure am.
Piston: All I have to say is, if I were Mark Evil, I would be pissing my pants right now.
Shelly: You did piss your pants, during the commercial.
Piston: Ahhh... yes... well you see my point then. This has been “Inside the Wrestler’s Studio.” I am Tim Piston, tune in next week when we interview...
( Angel stands up and kicks him in the face. Piston’s chair tumbles backwards and the crowd cheers again. Security rushes to the stage, but Angel and Shelly just brush through them. Piston’s jaw appears to be broken. The pair slowly walk back stage, and disappear behind the curtain. The end credits for the show start to play, with a special thanks to our guests. )
Truly a great ending to a great show. Hopefully Piston will think twice before insulting your dark hero again. As for Mr. Evil. That was a taste my friend. A small taste of a meal your about to be served. I’m sure you’ve got a lot you want to say about me. Say it. Please. I feed off foolishness, and idiocy. I can’t even wait for what you have to say, as I am sure it will be utterly delightful. But in the end, it’s going to go the way it always goes with Angel. You will perish my boy. Your nothing, an insect. Insignificant. Just a wrestler who has signed on for something they can’t handle. NCW wants to see what Angel is capable of before they unleash him once again on the world of wrestling. What Angel has done else where no longer matters. What matters is what he will do here, and now. What matters is what he will do to you in just a few days. I’m sure you don’t, but maybe you should. Pray Mark. Pray Angel only comes to wrestle, and nothing more. Pray you walk out of that ring, and are not carried. Pray Angel holds back a little. Pray that whatever you have done to be “Evil” means nothing to one such as Angel. Do this, and maybe, just maybe he will spare you. Maybe. On the other hand, Angel may decide to take this match to another level. Make it more than just a warm up. He may decide to just destroy you. Body and Soul. Of course, that’s only a maybe. May God have Mercy on your Soul.