Post by Lex Sense on Apr 6, 2012 5:52:07 GMT -6
My father was an abusive piece of sh*t. My brother and I grew up in the most overbearing house a child could live in. He was a strict and stern man that always got his way. Life was hard to say the least. And when you're a five year old kid that thinks like this, it never truly becomes easy. Even after you've grown and left your home, the pain still lingers. My mother got out as fast as she could. From what I hear, she tried to take us with her but my father ensured that we remained in his oh so loving care. For many years, I believed my mother to be dead. I was deceived into thinking that daddy was always right.even after he sent me away to rot in a mental institute. I spent my days incarcerated thinking that it was my fault. That my father was only doing what was best for me. I now know differently but like I said,...
The pain lingers.
I am not a healthy man because of this. I'm sick. Not physically but mentally. Thoughts cross my mind that leave me feeling disgusted in myself for thinking in that manner. I have visions of horrible tragedies keep me up at night. The voices in my head keep the demons in my veins company as I linger in a purgatorial hell made up of everything my father put in me. Even after I thought he died, his control over me was legendary. I committed acts of inhumanity in his name and now I am left feeling empty inside. Just a husk. An empty shell of dreams that will never see the light of day. You see Todd unlike you, my dreams died a long time ago and now all I'm left with is reality.
But I bet you're thinking what does my mentally abusive father and my pain because of it have to do with you?
Now I could give you the old cliche that my pain will become your pain when I beat it into you. Or that my father motivated me to become more successful than he ever was. I could give you a number of reasons as to why the burdens I carry will become a weapon used to destroy you.
But I wont.
Instead, I'm going to give you the truth. And the truth is I want to be like you, Todd. Not the immature child raising another child part. Not the p*ssy whipped husband that slaves away for his wife's desires. Not the gamer that spends his days wishing he could bone characters like Four Eyes and Vanille. Not the unreliable wrestler that loves to let everyone down. None of that. What I want...
Is to be able to dream again.
I want to be champion to prove to the world that I needed no one to make me great. That all I needed was me, myself and I. The only time I feel alive is when I am in that ring. I forget about everything and begin to believe that I too can be something great. That I could join the ranks of those in the hall of fame. That I could shed this cancerous skin that covers my body to be reborn as something new. As someone better than the man I am. The only time I remotely feel something, is when smug bastards like you are shown exactly why I am the future.
I have fans just like you do. I have people that follow me., that look up to me and I wish to show them that dreams do come true as well.
By waking you up from yours.
The pain lingers.
I am not a healthy man because of this. I'm sick. Not physically but mentally. Thoughts cross my mind that leave me feeling disgusted in myself for thinking in that manner. I have visions of horrible tragedies keep me up at night. The voices in my head keep the demons in my veins company as I linger in a purgatorial hell made up of everything my father put in me. Even after I thought he died, his control over me was legendary. I committed acts of inhumanity in his name and now I am left feeling empty inside. Just a husk. An empty shell of dreams that will never see the light of day. You see Todd unlike you, my dreams died a long time ago and now all I'm left with is reality.
But I bet you're thinking what does my mentally abusive father and my pain because of it have to do with you?
Now I could give you the old cliche that my pain will become your pain when I beat it into you. Or that my father motivated me to become more successful than he ever was. I could give you a number of reasons as to why the burdens I carry will become a weapon used to destroy you.
But I wont.
Instead, I'm going to give you the truth. And the truth is I want to be like you, Todd. Not the immature child raising another child part. Not the p*ssy whipped husband that slaves away for his wife's desires. Not the gamer that spends his days wishing he could bone characters like Four Eyes and Vanille. Not the unreliable wrestler that loves to let everyone down. None of that. What I want...
Is to be able to dream again.
I want to be champion to prove to the world that I needed no one to make me great. That all I needed was me, myself and I. The only time I feel alive is when I am in that ring. I forget about everything and begin to believe that I too can be something great. That I could join the ranks of those in the hall of fame. That I could shed this cancerous skin that covers my body to be reborn as something new. As someone better than the man I am. The only time I remotely feel something, is when smug bastards like you are shown exactly why I am the future.
I have fans just like you do. I have people that follow me., that look up to me and I wish to show them that dreams do come true as well.
By waking you up from yours.
{Sense leans against a wall. Head down and lost in thoughts. He slowly stares from side to side, appearing like an addict without a fix. Last week was particularly devastating for him. His mother no showed like her name was Joe Everyman and while hurt and angry, Sense must concentrate on the match ahead. He has to push those feelings back so they can't interfere and distract him.}
Lex Sense: Sovereign will have a special meaning to me come Sunday. It will be the night that I take the current World Champion and break him. The night that I remove these shackles completely as I step into the light with a name I made for myself, ruling over a kingdom I built with these blood drenched hands!... You sicken me as champion, Todd. You carry the belt as if it were a gold necklace. Like just another commodity you own. Just another piece of bling. Luckily, your time as champion is coming to an end. Sunday night will be remembered as the night I proved to the world just how useless you truly are.
Are you ready?
Or are you so content in your ignorance? Lost in the belief that you are the best when in reality, you're just lucky. You're a scavenger feeding off the remains of somebody else's kill. However, now you can't sneak in a victory. You and I enter the ring and only one walks away with the belt. No way for you to steal somebody else's win. No way for you to luck your way to victory. This time you have to earn it. Beat me and that title reign is justified.
Beat me and you earn my respect.
But we all know that the odds are not in your favor this weekend. It seems like the world is against you and now you can legitimately play the underdog but I don't care. Predictions to our match means absolutely nothing to me. The only Prediction that matters is the one that I'm going to use to slam a hole into that ring with your body.
This is just the beginning...
Of your very glorious end.
{Sense continues to lean, all alone in the darkness of an abandoned hall. If he had a cigar he'd be smoking it but right now, all he has are memories to keep him company. The world around him is as black as his heart but a voice brings him back to the light.}
Amy Marshall: Lex.... LEX!
{Sense shakes his head back to reality as the world around him lights up as if GOD hit a switch. Sense stares down at the much shorter Amy's face as she smiles up at him. Her smile bringing some warmth to his cold soul. If only he could forget about his mother.}
Amy Marshall: What are you doing?
Lex Sense: Leaning.
Amy Marshall: I can see that. Why are you leaning against the woman's locker room door?
Lex Sense: I was waiting for you. We need to talk.
Amy Marshall: Oh yeah? About what?
Lex Sense: I was hoping we could help each other out.
{Amy looks intrigued as she inches towards the big man. She stares up at the towering behemoth with a come hither look as she runs a finger up and down his massive chest.}
Amy Marshall: I'm interested.
Lex Sense: I was hoping you would be. I've noticed that you've been upset lately and thought that maybe we could help each other relieve some stre...
{Lex abruptly stops speaking as he notices Brad Kane standing next to him. Sense stares right into Brad's soul as he just smiles back.}
Brad Kane: Lex Sense the ladykiller. I see you're putting in some work.
Lex Sense: What the hell do you want?
Amy Marshall: Leave us alone!
Brad Kane: Sorry Amy, but me and the big man need to go over some details.
{Brad opens up the ladies lockerroom and grabs Amy by the arm to shove her in the room as Sense just stands there.}
Brad Kane: Now come on, we need to discuss some things.
{Lex doesn't particularly like to be ordered around but he decides he'll play along with Brad... For now. As soon as they turn the corner, Amy shoots back out of the room to find no one.}
Amy Marshall: Aww man! Almost had him!
{The scene fades with Amy pouting like a little girl as she kicks the floor in disappointment.}
Over the last couple of months, I have made it clear how much I despise you, Todd. Your life is one of luxury and wealth while I remain in the gutter. However, I do so out of choice. I choose to remain humble by keeping myself down in the dirt. I look at how you live your life and all I see is a man with too much time and too much money on his hands. None of your resources are used properly. Instead you buy buildings just to say you own them. You and your wife believe you can do it all but when your concentration is wasted on so many efforts,...
How can you focus on one?
How can you focus on me?
If I were you Todd, I'd make sure to clear my schedule for the week. I want you at 100%. I need you to put up a fight or else all of this wasted effort would have been for nothing. The thing about you is that you want something until you have it. Once you have it, you no longer want it. It's all about the adrenaline of the quest for you and now that that adrenaline is wearing off, you're starting to deteriorate from your commitments. I work week in and week out while you take sick days. Just last week you made sure to not be booked so you could be fresh when you came down to that ring to make a statement. But like your people would say...
I ain't mad at ya.
You need all the help you can get because I will show you no mercy. I intend to slap the black from your skin and leave you drowning in a pool of drooled spit.
I talk a lot but soon, the talking will be over and all that's going to be left are the remnants of an unsuccessful title defense.
As for Brad Kane, well... I'll address that issue later.
For now I want to let Todd know what he already knows, Sovereign wont end the way you dream it but more importantly, Crystal absolutely sucks as a singer.
Can you feel that?
How can you focus on one?
How can you focus on me?
If I were you Todd, I'd make sure to clear my schedule for the week. I want you at 100%. I need you to put up a fight or else all of this wasted effort would have been for nothing. The thing about you is that you want something until you have it. Once you have it, you no longer want it. It's all about the adrenaline of the quest for you and now that that adrenaline is wearing off, you're starting to deteriorate from your commitments. I work week in and week out while you take sick days. Just last week you made sure to not be booked so you could be fresh when you came down to that ring to make a statement. But like your people would say...
I ain't mad at ya.
You need all the help you can get because I will show you no mercy. I intend to slap the black from your skin and leave you drowning in a pool of drooled spit.
I talk a lot but soon, the talking will be over and all that's going to be left are the remnants of an unsuccessful title defense.
As for Brad Kane, well... I'll address that issue later.
For now I want to let Todd know what he already knows, Sovereign wont end the way you dream it but more importantly, Crystal absolutely sucks as a singer.
Can you feel that?
