Post by Lex Sense on Jul 22, 2012 5:51:38 GMT -6
Man: Please God,... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
{The screams echo like the pulling of violin strings. They bounce off the white walls of this narrow hallway, ringing in our ears and inspiring a bit of fear as we traverse this pathway that can best be described as in shambles. On either side of the walls there are doors, with small windows, lined up against it, almost like arrows leading to the very end of the hall where a door faces us, almost inviting us to approach. A long hallway of doors with the insane held captive within them}
{Every now and then, we peer through the windows, catching glimpses of the crazed lunatics that will most likely spend the rest of their lives in this GOD forsaken place. A place where men, women, children can all be heard screaming in agony, wasting away in anguish but we continue on down this decrepit hallway as the familiar voice narrates over this tragic scene.}
{A woman smashes headfirst into the window of her door! It startles us but we continue down our path. Slowly we turn to peer into another window to find a man huddled up in a corner, swaying back and forth and mumbling to himself as he looks dead in the eyes. These windows each have a unique lunatic behind them but our destination resides down the hall.}
{We reach the end and stand face to face with the final door. Strange that this one has no window. Even stranger that we can simply push it open. Behind it, a man lies on a gurney, hand and legs tied down to it as we find the man that screamed at the beginning of this.}
Man: Stop it, please.
{We inch closer to this man, trying to see his face but his face is half covered in matted hair. We slowly move in and wipe the strands out of the way to reveal the very distinct face of Lex Sense. Only the scowl is not there. The intent is not there. Only the look of a broken and tortured man looking for mercy. Dirt mixed in with tears creates a natural face paint. A very primal version of the Lex Sense we know today.}
{Lex shoots up from his gurney like a man hungering for brains. At the same time, the Lex Sense of today is startled awake by another nightmare as we step out of the world of dreams and into reality. Lex sits up in bed, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he turns to see Megan is still sound asleep. He scoots out of bed and sits on its edge as he rubs his eyes awake. When he looks up, he sees the shadow with a voice that has been haunting his every waking moment.}
Lex Sense: Just another dream.
Lex Sense: How does what feel?
Lex Sense: What are you talking about?
Lex Sense: ....
Lex Sense: ...
{Sense looks up at the apparition as it violently charges at him. The shadow begins to dissipate as Sense inhales the fumes. He grabs his head as he struggles to his feet, almost fusing with this thing. After a few seconds, he falls back down on the bed and sits there, no emotion on his face but intent just the same. Intent on crossing the finish line.}
Lex Sense: I feel like I've been separated from myself for too long. Ever since Brad came into my life to be exact. My mission in this company has been put on hold and I've been fighting to keep it there. The battle within me raged on and the war was so intense that my goal, my mission took on a form of its own. But now I'm one with myself again.
Now it's time to go back to the main focal point of my existence but before I do that, there's a nail in Brad's coffin that needs hammering in.
You want this win, Brad.
I know because I want it too.
This is a big match. One that could very well follow us until the end of our careers. I can tell by the way you hopefully prophesize my demise that you want this but sadly, we both know who is really walking into this match and walking right back out as dominant as ever. The world is filled with imperfections. Blots that create more trouble than they're worth. That's what you are, Brad. An imperfect blot infecting this world with your insecurities. You're a sickness that keeps spreading like a virus, engulfing this planet with your weakness.
I'm the cure that will put an end to it.
You Kanes are like cockroaches, intent on surviving almost anything. You all share similarities. All of you are lazy good for nothings doing this until you get bored and move on to the next thing to catch your fancy. The lot of you are unfocused bastards with troubled pasts and even more troubling futures. You come and go as you please, always letting down those that put faith in you. Betting on a Kane is like throwing your money away. The skill is there, the technique is there but what you lack far outweighs what you hope to be. You'll never be great again but you'll always be a once was.
That's as close to nothing as you can get.
You once were World Champion. You once had a bright future. You once were the most vicious son of a bitch to wear a mask. You once were a prominent opponent but your better days have come and gone and all that remains is a dream. The dream of what you wish to be but that dream will never see the light of day. My shadow will make sure of that. These past three months I've kept you alive and it wasn't because I lacked what was necessary to put you down. It was because I enjoyed slowly stripping you of everything that made you. I brought your career back from the dead so I could send it right back from whence it came. The only reason anybody cares about you is sympathy. Everybody feels sorry for you, Brad.
Including yourself.
You know this is a fight you can't win. Put up any front you'd like and I'll just juggernaut my way through that bitch because unlike you, I'm focused. I'm determined to be the best and I refuse for anybody, big or small, to get in my f*cking way. You got in my way, Brad. I would be among the elite if it wasn't for you. Todd would've tasted the boot of defeat as I kicked his sorry ass out of my ring but your punk ass got in my way. You took my moment just because I penetrated your wife in ways you only wish you could. Because of this, I'm going to show you exactly what happens to dumb asses that think they have a shot against me. I'm not Adam Knite. I'm not Lance Ryan. I'm not your equally retarded twin brother.
I'm Lex Sense and that's a name that will inspire the demons in your head to rise.
From now on, you will wake up in the middle of your f*cking sleep just like me only the fears that keep you awake at night wont be the demons of a tragic past....
It will be the memories of the massive beatdown I have in store for you.
Your best was never good enough.
That's what you should've learned to fear a long time ago.
{Sense shoots to his feet and in doing so, awakens Megan.}
Megan Sanderson: Don't you ever sleep?
Lex Sense: You should know the answer to that by now.
Megan Sanderson: You need to rest. Tomorrow you have to kill Brad for me...
Lex Sense: What I do to Brad will be for me. Your part in this is over. Go back to bed and stop worrying about what I'm going to do. I will sleep when I'm dead.
{Sense slams the bathroom door behind him and begins pacing back on forth and the tiles. He almost looks caged in the little space this hotel bathroom offers.}
Lex Sense: Brad likes to think that he is unbreakable. He likes to imagine himself to be invincible, immune to pain and suffering when clearly he lives with pain. Don't you, Brad?
Or am I just seeing things again?
That could be the case but I like what I see. In my head I see you beneath my feet broken, raising your hand towards me and asking for mercy as you bleed on my shoes. I enjoy watching you lose over and over again and I'll enjoy it even more when I make the fantasy a reality. This match was made for people like me and the fact that you created it means that even you belong in here but don't be foolish, you never reigned supreme here. You were merely the catalyst. That's why everytime you've had a match of your creation at a pay per view, you've lost. Things wont be any different here. I'm going to top off my evening tea with a spot of your blood, just a smidgen for taste, and then I'm going to celebrate it by sleeping with your ex-wife.
A Picture Perfect will have new meaning for me as I lead wittle old Brad Kane to the slaughter.
Your inconsistent history with this sport does little to threaten me. Your glory days are behind you and soon your pride will be taken from you. I will make everything you are, mine and then I will walk around wearing your skin for pleasure. These are my fantasies and frankly what I fear the most. There's a lot of emotion riding into this match and when I get emotional, I make mistakes. The last big mistake cost my brother his life. Maybe this one will cost you yours.
I don't know.
We throw around words like death as if any of us could actually commit murder and get away with it. Broken bones and spilt blood can be easily explained in our business but murder is murder whether done for duty, profit or fun.
I just hope I can keep myself from having too much fun this Sunday.
No promises though.
After all, accidents happen everyday.
{Sense smiles as he pushes the camera away. It falls to the floor and the feed cuts.}
GOD doesn't answer back. He never did no matter how hard I prayed, or in this case screamed for him.
I believed he would... But he never did.
Back in those days I was always afraid.
I believed he would... But he never did.
Back in those days I was always afraid.
{The screams echo like the pulling of violin strings. They bounce off the white walls of this narrow hallway, ringing in our ears and inspiring a bit of fear as we traverse this pathway that can best be described as in shambles. On either side of the walls there are doors, with small windows, lined up against it, almost like arrows leading to the very end of the hall where a door faces us, almost inviting us to approach. A long hallway of doors with the insane held captive within them}
It was then that I learned a terrible fact of life.
Back when I was held against my will and forced to relive the tragedies of my life I learned one important thing.
Fear has depth.
Back when I was held against my will and forced to relive the tragedies of my life I learned one important thing.
Fear has depth.
{Every now and then, we peer through the windows, catching glimpses of the crazed lunatics that will most likely spend the rest of their lives in this GOD forsaken place. A place where men, women, children can all be heard screaming in agony, wasting away in anguish but we continue on down this decrepit hallway as the familiar voice narrates over this tragic scene.}
When we hear the word "fear", our childlike minds automatically go to a place of sadness and pain. The things we so desperately try to avoid. Skeletons in our closets, boogeymen under our beds, the death of loved ones, the loss of life and so on and so forth. The list goes on for days and for each one of us it's different but when we hear this word out loud we automatically become defensive, not wanting to appear weak. It's the important things that come to mind when we try to define fear but the word has no clear definition. It can take any shape, size or form and most of the time it's something that can't be easily explained. We try to generalize it in hopes of becoming immune to it but it is like an onion, it has many layers surrounding its core. Each time you peel one away, you find that the one underneath was more sour than the last. The more you peel it away, the stronger it is and the faster it works to bring you to tears.
We all fear something and that never goes away.
We try to be brave and push it aside but it remains, lying dormant under our skin for the perfect time to come out and play.
We all fear something and that never goes away.
We try to be brave and push it aside but it remains, lying dormant under our skin for the perfect time to come out and play.
{A woman smashes headfirst into the window of her door! It startles us but we continue down our path. Slowly we turn to peer into another window to find a man huddled up in a corner, swaying back and forth and mumbling to himself as he looks dead in the eyes. These windows each have a unique lunatic behind them but our destination resides down the hall.}
For Brad, that perfect time to face his fears is coming.
Picture Perfect will prove to be his undoing.
After this, Master of Horrors will be what Brad Kane fears the most.
Picture Perfect will prove to be his undoing.
After this, Master of Horrors will be what Brad Kane fears the most.
{We reach the end and stand face to face with the final door. Strange that this one has no window. Even stranger that we can simply push it open. Behind it, a man lies on a gurney, hand and legs tied down to it as we find the man that screamed at the beginning of this.}
Man: Stop it, please.
We're all scared every now and then, Brad.
But you, you get to face your fears and possibly overcome them.
But you, you get to face your fears and possibly overcome them.
{We inch closer to this man, trying to see his face but his face is half covered in matted hair. We slowly move in and wipe the strands out of the way to reveal the very distinct face of Lex Sense. Only the scowl is not there. The intent is not there. Only the look of a broken and tortured man looking for mercy. Dirt mixed in with tears creates a natural face paint. A very primal version of the Lex Sense we know today.}
I struggle with mine everyday. They corrupt my sleep. It's something that i can't explain. Something you wont understand even if I showed you. I have to take you there. Bring you to my reality. A reality filled with pain and anguish. I can smell the fear off of you, Brad. The fear of losing to me is potent because you know this will be the outcome on Sunday. Your idle threats fail to intimidate as they come from a shaky voice scared to death of what will come to be. Your future is as apparent as the tears you try to hide. You can act like the big man on campus all you'd like, as if everything will be okay...
But it wont be.
I wont allow you to walk away from this with a small scar on your cheek and a have a good day.
You will suffer at my feet and I will instill a fear upon you that will bring new meaning to your life.
You started this and I'm going to end it by forcing you to cower before me.
At Picture Perfect, we all witness firsthand the death of Brad Kane and give Master of Horrors a new face.
But it wont be.
I wont allow you to walk away from this with a small scar on your cheek and a have a good day.
You will suffer at my feet and I will instill a fear upon you that will bring new meaning to your life.
You started this and I'm going to end it by forcing you to cower before me.
At Picture Perfect, we all witness firsthand the death of Brad Kane and give Master of Horrors a new face.
{Lex shoots up from his gurney like a man hungering for brains. At the same time, the Lex Sense of today is startled awake by another nightmare as we step out of the world of dreams and into reality. Lex sits up in bed, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he turns to see Megan is still sound asleep. He scoots out of bed and sits on its edge as he rubs his eyes awake. When he looks up, he sees the shadow with a voice that has been haunting his every waking moment.}
Voice: Is everything okay?
Lex Sense: Just another dream.
Voice: How does it feel?
Lex Sense: How does what feel?
Voice: To reach the end.
Lex Sense: What are you talking about?
Voice: The end. You don't need a disembodied voice anymore. We can be one once again. This is it. It has gone on long enough. The time has come to put him down for good.
Lex Sense: ....
Voice: For months now you've been playing this cat and mouse game but that's over with. I'm tired of being separated from you. You don't belong in this cheap motel with a cheap whore. End this already.
Lex Sense: ...
Voice: Finish it!
{Sense looks up at the apparition as it violently charges at him. The shadow begins to dissipate as Sense inhales the fumes. He grabs his head as he struggles to his feet, almost fusing with this thing. After a few seconds, he falls back down on the bed and sits there, no emotion on his face but intent just the same. Intent on crossing the finish line.}
Lex Sense: I feel like I've been separated from myself for too long. Ever since Brad came into my life to be exact. My mission in this company has been put on hold and I've been fighting to keep it there. The battle within me raged on and the war was so intense that my goal, my mission took on a form of its own. But now I'm one with myself again.
Now it's time to go back to the main focal point of my existence but before I do that, there's a nail in Brad's coffin that needs hammering in.
You want this win, Brad.
I know because I want it too.
This is a big match. One that could very well follow us until the end of our careers. I can tell by the way you hopefully prophesize my demise that you want this but sadly, we both know who is really walking into this match and walking right back out as dominant as ever. The world is filled with imperfections. Blots that create more trouble than they're worth. That's what you are, Brad. An imperfect blot infecting this world with your insecurities. You're a sickness that keeps spreading like a virus, engulfing this planet with your weakness.
I'm the cure that will put an end to it.
You Kanes are like cockroaches, intent on surviving almost anything. You all share similarities. All of you are lazy good for nothings doing this until you get bored and move on to the next thing to catch your fancy. The lot of you are unfocused bastards with troubled pasts and even more troubling futures. You come and go as you please, always letting down those that put faith in you. Betting on a Kane is like throwing your money away. The skill is there, the technique is there but what you lack far outweighs what you hope to be. You'll never be great again but you'll always be a once was.
That's as close to nothing as you can get.
You once were World Champion. You once had a bright future. You once were the most vicious son of a bitch to wear a mask. You once were a prominent opponent but your better days have come and gone and all that remains is a dream. The dream of what you wish to be but that dream will never see the light of day. My shadow will make sure of that. These past three months I've kept you alive and it wasn't because I lacked what was necessary to put you down. It was because I enjoyed slowly stripping you of everything that made you. I brought your career back from the dead so I could send it right back from whence it came. The only reason anybody cares about you is sympathy. Everybody feels sorry for you, Brad.
Including yourself.
You know this is a fight you can't win. Put up any front you'd like and I'll just juggernaut my way through that bitch because unlike you, I'm focused. I'm determined to be the best and I refuse for anybody, big or small, to get in my f*cking way. You got in my way, Brad. I would be among the elite if it wasn't for you. Todd would've tasted the boot of defeat as I kicked his sorry ass out of my ring but your punk ass got in my way. You took my moment just because I penetrated your wife in ways you only wish you could. Because of this, I'm going to show you exactly what happens to dumb asses that think they have a shot against me. I'm not Adam Knite. I'm not Lance Ryan. I'm not your equally retarded twin brother.
I'm Lex Sense and that's a name that will inspire the demons in your head to rise.
From now on, you will wake up in the middle of your f*cking sleep just like me only the fears that keep you awake at night wont be the demons of a tragic past....
It will be the memories of the massive beatdown I have in store for you.
Your best was never good enough.
That's what you should've learned to fear a long time ago.
{Sense shoots to his feet and in doing so, awakens Megan.}
Megan Sanderson: Don't you ever sleep?
Lex Sense: You should know the answer to that by now.
Megan Sanderson: You need to rest. Tomorrow you have to kill Brad for me...
Lex Sense: What I do to Brad will be for me. Your part in this is over. Go back to bed and stop worrying about what I'm going to do. I will sleep when I'm dead.
{Sense slams the bathroom door behind him and begins pacing back on forth and the tiles. He almost looks caged in the little space this hotel bathroom offers.}
Lex Sense: Brad likes to think that he is unbreakable. He likes to imagine himself to be invincible, immune to pain and suffering when clearly he lives with pain. Don't you, Brad?
Or am I just seeing things again?
That could be the case but I like what I see. In my head I see you beneath my feet broken, raising your hand towards me and asking for mercy as you bleed on my shoes. I enjoy watching you lose over and over again and I'll enjoy it even more when I make the fantasy a reality. This match was made for people like me and the fact that you created it means that even you belong in here but don't be foolish, you never reigned supreme here. You were merely the catalyst. That's why everytime you've had a match of your creation at a pay per view, you've lost. Things wont be any different here. I'm going to top off my evening tea with a spot of your blood, just a smidgen for taste, and then I'm going to celebrate it by sleeping with your ex-wife.
A Picture Perfect will have new meaning for me as I lead wittle old Brad Kane to the slaughter.
Your inconsistent history with this sport does little to threaten me. Your glory days are behind you and soon your pride will be taken from you. I will make everything you are, mine and then I will walk around wearing your skin for pleasure. These are my fantasies and frankly what I fear the most. There's a lot of emotion riding into this match and when I get emotional, I make mistakes. The last big mistake cost my brother his life. Maybe this one will cost you yours.
I don't know.
We throw around words like death as if any of us could actually commit murder and get away with it. Broken bones and spilt blood can be easily explained in our business but murder is murder whether done for duty, profit or fun.
I just hope I can keep myself from having too much fun this Sunday.
No promises though.
After all, accidents happen everyday.
{Sense smiles as he pushes the camera away. It falls to the floor and the feed cuts.}
For too long we've done this dance, Brad. It's time to stop the spinning record and put this all behind us. The end is drawing near and the harvest has withered and wilted away. All that remains is to cement our legacy in stone and finish what was started.
There's two of us but after Sunday, there will only be me.
Welcome to the land of misery, my friend.
Where you and I will spend eternity together.
There's two of us but after Sunday, there will only be me.
Welcome to the land of misery, my friend.
Where you and I will spend eternity together.
