... To Chump

[Lex Sense]

Best in the world?

Now you're ripping off gimmicks as your head swells to double its size. You know Todd, I wont deny the fact that the stock in your credibility just went up the minute you became champion but that alone does not make you better than me. You can barely dress yourself without looking like an idiot and now you're claiming to be the best in the world?

How very silly of the Dreamer.

Todd Williams is a man that many think has it figured out. The guy half asses throughout his career and only puts in an effort when it suits him. He dances his way down to the ring, eats fried chicken and probably drinks purple drank as he lives in a daily stereotype. He's a parody of what a true man is supposed to be.

And this is our World Champion.

A man that can't even act his own age long enough to get through a promo. Yet we're supposed to believe that this rich man's whitewashed life is a perfect little life when in reality, this is a man that is begging to be put to sleep. A man that is tired of acting like an idiot and wishes to be reborn and taken seriously for once in his pathetic life. Everybody thinks you're a joke, mate. Anybody that lays their eyes on you can't do anything but laugh at what you've become. A certifiable clown that can't seem to escape the reality of his world.

A reality where nobody thinks you have it in you to beat me.

A world where you will never shed the black skin of a jester.

So how about it Todd? Do you have it in you to escape the shackles you've created for yourself? Are you man enough to come at me with everything you have inside you? I can hear your responses to these questions in my head but I just can't force myself to believe it. Put down the video game controller and take responsibility for a life lived in greed and shame. Man up motherf*cker and shut me the hell up! Show me and the world that disrespects your existence that you are more than a clown that caters to the masses. More than just a brown noser to anybody with the last name of Fox, Knite or Famularo.

Turn off the video game console and wake the f*ck up!

Because I'm coming to end you and unlike any video game you waste your rotten life on, there are no continues from the spot where I leave you bloodied and bruised. No saves to begin again where you have failed. No way to earn yourself an extra life because in the real world, you only get one and unless you're willing to take things seriously....

Everyone will continue to think that you're a joke.

Your very powerful friends will continue to laugh behind your back.

Your wife did it while sleeping with another man.

Your sister does it when she lies in bed with your "best buddy".

Hell, your daughter probably does it as well when she's gossiping with her friends.

How could they not?

Just look at you.

You're disgusting.

{Sense stands in the darkness. Arms crossed against his chest. The determined expression on his face speaks volumes about pain and rage. His voice is stern as the silhouette of a man stands next to him, frozen in time as Sense continues to address the champion.}

Lex Sense: Still, you are a very successful man. You thrive on people putting you down. You get back up when you are knocked down and you never, ever give up. Your most annoying quality is also your strongest. You take a beating like no man and if anybody ever questions your dependability all they need to do is see your resolve to get an answer. You may be half a man but that half has built an empire, married a cute little piece of ass and sired a very cute child. You're smart enough to surround yourself with powerful allies and most importantly,...

You're nCw's World Champion.

A feat many wish to equip but only the special few can. Unfortunately, some of those special few include Curtis Kanyon and Philip Burns but hey, a champion is a champion regardless of what anybody thinks. Todd, you and I started our careers here in ncw about the same time. Both of us rose to greatness. Our pedestals are equal in height. It just so happens that yours is holding the one thing I've yet to obtain. I plan to change that at Sovereign. Whether you're a joke or not, is not the question. Whether you show up ready to fight or not, matters not. Whether you're a serious threat or a jester to laugh at, I don't care. The questions you should be asking yourself are,...

How long do I plan to string you along this weekend before properly ending you?

And will there be somebody there to pick up the pieces of your broken dreams to assemble them back together again?

{Suddenly, the silhouette of the man standing next to Sense comes to life and begins to take shape and form, becoming Brad Kane. The two then continue to walk down the halls of backstage nCw. Brad seems to be in the middle of a sentence before Lex stops dead in his tracks. Brad stops and turns to face the big man.}

Brad Kane: Something the matter?

Lex Sense: What the hell am I doing?

Brad Kane: What do you mean?

Lex Sense: Why am I aligning myself with you?

Brad Kane: I thought you wanted to be champion?

Lex Sense: I don't need you to do that. My whole career, my whole life I've fended for myself. I climbed the nCw ladder with no one's help. Todd may be a lot of things but he was right. I don't need you.

{Brad just smirks as he stands there, staring into the eyes of the big man.}

Brad Kane: I'm the guest referee. I could do what I want, when I want. If I want to help you, you'll get helped and there's nothing you or that sorry ass champion can do about it.

{Brad turns to walk away but Lex places a meaty paw on his shoulders.}

Lex Sense: You're going to call this match down the line.

Brad Kane: Or what?

{Brad shoves Sense's arm from off his shoulders as he stands his ground.}

Brad Kane: Get used to the idea that you're going to be champion... Thanks to me.

{Brad simply walks away as Sense is left alone in the hall. A sly smile coming across his face as if that's the response he was looking for. In his head, Sense would always get things done his way. Even if Brad thought differently.}

Lex Sense: The Kane name is legendary for being degenerates. I don't think I've heard people talk as bad as they do about the Kanes. Spike gets some respect around here but that respect is muddied and sullied by the fact that being a Kane means being a sexually active pig.

I don't care about any of that.

I don't really know Spike, Brad, or Freya to make an informed statement about their antics outside of the ring. What I do know is that the Kane's notoriously criminal behavior does not overshadow their wrestling capabilities. The family is born and bred for this business. Like them or not, they are every bit the competitors they claim to be.

Which brings me to Brad Kane.

You retire and come back every couple of months and this seems to be the main focal point when someone speaks ill will about you. Most of the negative things said about your family are because of you. This little nasty divorce you're going through must be working wonders on your psyche. Our paths have never really crossed. At least not in a match that matters. I have no beef against you and I could care less about your beef with Todd. Simply put, it works in my favor therefore do whatever you want Brad.

As long as you do it right.

{Sense looks to exit stage right when a door to the left squeaks open.}

Female Voice: Pst... Lex.

{Sense turns to the open door. The voice seems almost ghostly butt it seems he recognizes the voice and if you listen real well, you might too. You know, of you could hear written words.}

Female Voice: Come here.

Lex Sense: I told you to leave me alone.

{Sense walks slowly towards the open door.}

Female Voice: Why? It's not like anybody knows.

Lex Sense: That's not the point.

{Sense stands before the open door. Discussing things with an unknown woman hiding in the shadows.}

Female Voice: You know you want to.

{A hand darts out from behind the door and grabs Sense to begin pulling him in when Amy comes from around the corner.}

Amy Marshall: There you are. I thought you wanted to talk.

{The hand retracts back into the shadowed room as Amy grabs Sense by the arm, apparently unaware of the mysterious woman hiding in the shadows.}

Amy Marshall: Let's talk.

Lex Sense: Yes, let's.

{Amy begins dragging Sense away. Lex doesn't hesitate as he walks away with Amy. Never looking back.}

Female Voice: That bitch!

{The door to the room slowly closes as we fade on Sense walking away, arm in arm with Amy.}

For the most part, when you and I have faced, I have come out on top. Todd, I can beat you. I've proved it many times but you have also proven that when it comes to big match situations, you dig deep. Even so, the glass ceiling still keeps you from being "the best in the world" for one simple reason, nobody takes you seriously. I can see a fire in you and I've felt the drive but you just can't seem to take things seriously when you should and I wont be taken lightly. I will not allow you to make me look like a fool anymore than you already have. You won the RIOT. You won the title...

But you haven't beaten me.

You haven't pinned me.

And until you do, until you prove that your win was more than just a fluke, you will continue to be nothing more than a paper champion.

So have at it, bro. Come at me with everything including the kitchen sink. It's time to put up and shut me up. Time to grow a pair and some hair on your chest because as of right now, I'm putting you on notice. I'm not only coming to "screw" you out of a title but I'm coming to end your career as well. Your family and friends will do nothing to help you and you will find out as I have brutally found out...

Nobody is coming to save you.

You will be beaten.

You will lose.

And you will go...

From champ...

To chump.