Post by Lex Sense on Oct 5, 2012 23:56:48 GMT -6
I knew a "GOD" once...
He spoke of glorious things and forgave those that didn't quite believe. The man was a saint, willing to help anyone in need. This "GOD", showered with praise from his followers, led me to a promised land. A place where I could be one with the angels. A place that offered me wings in place of my sins. This "GOD" was my saving grace and he made me believe... Until I remembered I was locked away in Menston, a facility that imprisons those that don't know fact from fiction. It is then I realized that this "GOD" was simply a man lost within his own mind such as myself. His real name was Benjamin and he was crazy...
As you are now Ken Davison.
This business tends to cater to those lost in narcissism. Many, like you, who believe themselves greater than what they truly are. I'm not saying that there isn't some amount of skill and technique in your repertoire but what I am suggesting is that in no way, shape or form is it Godly. I have seen you wrestle, I know the names of the men you've beaten. I have seen firsthand what Ken Davison is all about and nothing you do or say would suggest that you are far superior than us measly mortal men. In fact, I think I've wasted enough time speaking against your claims of Godhood.
Let us step back to reality.
In the real world, GODS don't exist.
So Ken, now you face your future and it isn't at all what you imagined. The Future is dark, violent, deadly and if you are not careful you could find yourself on the wrong end of a bleak Prediction. This tournament is designed to weed out the weak as the strong prosper. The meek are left behind to struggle in their own personal tribulations while the prosperous, outspoken ones cement their names in a legacy only few can claim. I plan to be one of those few, Ken. I guess we all do but if you look in my eyes you would see the fires that burn within this seven foot engine of extreme pain. You would see that I am not here to play second fiddle to an ex-X champion. You've lost your crown of thorns and it will not be replaced with my place in this tournament.
I am far from done and you wont be the one to finish me.
I was unsure of whether I wanted to participate in this tournament but I've come to realize... Better me than you. This company is in turmoil for our champion is nothing but a paperweight, meant to hold it down until a rough wind blows it away and I am the winds of change.
You can be the footnote imprinted by my footprint.
He spoke of glorious things and forgave those that didn't quite believe. The man was a saint, willing to help anyone in need. This "GOD", showered with praise from his followers, led me to a promised land. A place where I could be one with the angels. A place that offered me wings in place of my sins. This "GOD" was my saving grace and he made me believe... Until I remembered I was locked away in Menston, a facility that imprisons those that don't know fact from fiction. It is then I realized that this "GOD" was simply a man lost within his own mind such as myself. His real name was Benjamin and he was crazy...
As you are now Ken Davison.
This business tends to cater to those lost in narcissism. Many, like you, who believe themselves greater than what they truly are. I'm not saying that there isn't some amount of skill and technique in your repertoire but what I am suggesting is that in no way, shape or form is it Godly. I have seen you wrestle, I know the names of the men you've beaten. I have seen firsthand what Ken Davison is all about and nothing you do or say would suggest that you are far superior than us measly mortal men. In fact, I think I've wasted enough time speaking against your claims of Godhood.
Let us step back to reality.
In the real world, GODS don't exist.
So Ken, now you face your future and it isn't at all what you imagined. The Future is dark, violent, deadly and if you are not careful you could find yourself on the wrong end of a bleak Prediction. This tournament is designed to weed out the weak as the strong prosper. The meek are left behind to struggle in their own personal tribulations while the prosperous, outspoken ones cement their names in a legacy only few can claim. I plan to be one of those few, Ken. I guess we all do but if you look in my eyes you would see the fires that burn within this seven foot engine of extreme pain. You would see that I am not here to play second fiddle to an ex-X champion. You've lost your crown of thorns and it will not be replaced with my place in this tournament.
I am far from done and you wont be the one to finish me.
I was unsure of whether I wanted to participate in this tournament but I've come to realize... Better me than you. This company is in turmoil for our champion is nothing but a paperweight, meant to hold it down until a rough wind blows it away and I am the winds of change.
You can be the footnote imprinted by my footprint.
{Sense works diligently molding a piece of clay. The figure looks ghastly, almost demented. It is of a pregnant woman giving birth only not by conventional means. The fetus is forcefully ripping its way out of the mother's womb and the look on Sense's face as he works on his art can be best described as lost.}
Lex Sense: Every single man participating in this tournament started off with the same idea, becoming World Champion. It is a noble idea usually obtained by lowly means. Andrew Jacobsen did it without redefining his ideals but he's quick to forget that he is the exception and not the rule. And the exception got hell of lucky that night. However, this isn't about Andrew's luck, this is about me and you Ken. I believe that maybe you have forgotten your place in this business. You have no right competing at my level and I say this because I feel you haven't earned that right. You're merely a man playing GOD while I am the behemoth tearing GOD's kingdom down. I am the messiah of devastation. A walking contradiction that remains unpredictable until the very end.
You're just some loser changing words so you could add your name in front of them.
You waste your time wasting away in delusions of grandeur forgetting that you aren't fit to lick my boot. Men like you like to bring up their past as if what they have done before NCW matters. You can take your multiple inductions into Hall of Fames of other much less notable federations along with your championship reigns in those same decrepit corporations and bury them in a shallow grave alongside any hopes and aspirations you may have in continuing on in this tournament. I am focused and ready to compete, trained for this very moment and I've sat in the background far too long to let this slip through my fingertips. You can say what you want, believe that you're a GOD, pray to yourself all you'd like but in the end it will be for naught because I am going to end you.
You better hope I leave enough of you to repair the damage I will impose upon you.
The times... They are changing.
{Sense finishes up the clay figurine and walks away as the camera settles on it, losing focus on the sick image of a demonic child bursting out of the womb of a horrified mother.}
Lex Sense: You know why I'm calling...
{The scene refocuses only to find Sense now in a torn down church. Workers are wandering the chapel, lifting and dragging away the rubble as Lex stands before the broken cross that used to hang behind the preacher's podium. He's on the phone and seems agitated.}
Lex Sense: I've waited too long... You were supposed to have the results by now... Excuses is all you're giving me... I'm at the chapel now and the restoration is in progress... Why? Don't ask me why when you haven't finished things on your end... Call me back when you get the results.
{Lex hangs up the phone and stores it in his back pocket as he looks down at the broken cross. He remembers what Kelly said to him last week. About this being his time. How he should consider his future. Sense had been blinded by rage since the beginning of the year. Brad distracted him and left him angrier than all hell and that anger continued on to Falcon. Sense hadn't thought about the World Championship until Kelly brought it up. His future was unpredictable but now?... Maybe the future is now.}
Worker: What do you want to do with the rest of it?
{Lex gives it some thought. He was planning on restoring the chapel and bringing some light to the faithless. It might sound charitable but the reality was he had other much more dark plans in mind but now it seems pointless.}
Lex Sense: Tear it all down.
Worker: Are you sure?
Lex Sense: Yes. I want it rebuilt from the ground up.
{Without saying another word Sense walks away. the worker scratches the back of his neck and seems to look as if he was committing a sin before turning to the rest of his crew.}
Worker: Blow it up, folks! That's all she wrote!
{Sense steps out of the chapel and looks out into the open desert. The nearest town is walking distance away but seems eternally far from this perspective. Lex stands under the hot sun and remembers something from his childhood. Something he had forgotten and in his head, he goes back to that moment where he and his twin brother were out camping. Both were wearing matching white devil pajamas with hoods that had horns on them. His brother was rubbing two sticks together in hopes of creating a fire while Lex looked on disbelieving that it could happen.}
Dex: I'm telling you. I saw it in a movie.
Lex: I don't believe you. You can't make fire that way.
Dex: Wait. You'll see.
{His twin brother continues rubbing the sticks together in a cross like motion but nothing seems to be happening.}
Lex: Told you!
Dex: You gotta have faith.
{Suddenly, a fire is lit and begins to burn. Lex looks on in amazement as his brother looks at him with a smug look.}
Dex: Told you. You just gotta have faith... LEX!
{The scream snaps him back into reality as he shakes off the daydream before looking at Megan who sits in her 2013 Chrysler 300 S in front of him.}
Megan Sanderson: You okay, Lex?
Lex Sense: ... Just fine.
{Megan waves him over to the driver's seat and reaches her head out to give him a kiss. Sense stares at Kris who is sitting in the passenger seat waving at him but he barely acknowledges her presence. Megan smiles up at him.}
Megan Sanderson: Daydreaming again?
Lex Sense: You know me so well.
Megan Sanderson: Wanna talk about it?
Lex Sense: There's nothing to talk about. Let's go.
Megan Sanderson: Whatever you say.
{Kris is about to exit from the passenger side but Lex simply takes a seat behind Megan and pulls his hood up over his head. Megan looks at Kris with a comforting look to suggest this was his normal behavior before starting up the car and driving away. His brother's words echoing in Sense's head, "You gotta have faith".}
We all want to win but only one can.
I will be the one.
I will mow down any man put in front of me.
I will overcome any adversity.
I will break through any blockade.
I will destroy.
The Future awaits you all.
I will be the one.
I will mow down any man put in front of me.
I will overcome any adversity.
I will break through any blockade.
I will destroy.
The Future awaits you all.