Post by Angel on Apr 12, 2013 9:32:55 GMT -6
It has been a long time since we have last met...
Almost too long...
The last time I stood within an nCw ring I was laying on my back looking up at a monster of my own creation. Funny how everything always comes full circle...
Right Gib?
Though it may seem like forever ago to the fans watching at home, for you and me, our battles seem like they were just yesterday...
Me, manipulating your son...
You putting the mask of Homeless Harold back on...
And an endless trail of blood and bodies left in our wake...
Those were the good old days. That was when wrestling was wrestling. When men were men. Now when I look upon this promotion I see but a pale shadow of what it once was. Here and there are glimmers of hope. But mostly I see miserable failures of human flesh. It saddens me to see something I worked so hard for...
Fall so far...
You have done your best, Gib, to carry this promotion back to it's glory days. You have stood strong among the mindless masses and carried the epic weight on your massive shoulders. Together with your son and Simon Daye you have tried, though it seems pointless, to bring back a certain amount of honor to this once great promotion...
It is that reason alone why I am glad nCw asked me to participate in this match...
Because I know no matter what happens between now and Sunday the four of us will give them something to remember...
I could stand here, like any other legend, and demean the man whom you chose to tag with Gib, but that would be pointless. The two of you together have more than proved your effectiveness as a team. Together the two of you have dominated the tag team division and even surpassed the Burning Angels once legendary reign...
However, all good things must come to an end, or so they say...
Sunday night at Sovereign, two tag teams will step into the ring with no hatred between them, no blood lust, only the drive to give the fans everything they paid for, everything they could ever hope to see between those ropes. Sunday night they expect us to put respect aside and rip into each other like heated rivals. Sunday night I expect nothing less than everything the two of you have to offer...
The Burning Angels have laid dormant for too many years now. We have both gone in different directions but I can promise you one thing...
We have only gotten better...
Burns has gone on to become a World Champion...
And I have become even more brutal than I was before...
I have seen what you are both capable of. Watched you both in preparation for this match. Simon has potential, limitless potential, but you Gib? I have seen the pain in your eyes with each step. The strain on your face with each right hand. I have watched you these last few hours since the release of the card like a thirsty wolf circling it's wounded prey...
Yes, you are still strong...
Still mighty...
Still near unstoppable...
But it has been years since you have faced the likes of myself or Philip Burns. Years since someone has presented you with an equally unstoppable challenge. Years since you have had to look a real monster in the eyes and try not to blink...
Simon Daye is good, he could be great. Perhaps with you at his side he could become legendary. But Simon Daye will not be enough to stop Burning Angels. His wit and ability alone will not be able to fend off two hall of famers, two former world champions, two men who know how to break a man down and expose his weakness. He may give us a good fight, even a rung for our money but at the end of the day, Gib, I'm not focusing on Simon Daye...
I will be zeroing in on you...
The weak link...
The wounded animal...
And I promise the both of you, once I am inside that ring, standing side by side with my brother in arms, once Burning Angels is together again...
There will be no mercy...
"BOSEF!!!!"
"What the hell?"
{ Suddenly our black screen is filled with light, revealing Angel sitting cross legged on the floor in all black, the legend killer himself, Mike Honcho stands in the now open door way, his mouth WAY over packed with gauze. }
"Wut de hap my bohem!"
{ Honcho takes a look around at the room Angel is seated in. The walls are adorned with pictures of Gib and Simon Daye with the eyes burned out and an assortment of weapons with which to inflict pain with. }
"De heal?"
{ Angel briefly considers murdering Mike Honcho and stashing the body in Gib's trunk, figuring no one would notice what with all the dead hookers in there but then Philip Burns pushes past Mike with a grin on his face. }
"Hey man, what's go... ing... On? Dude, this room is seriously messed up."
"Teal me but id."
{ Angel stands up and he and Burns greet each other with a manly secret hand shake that only members of the Age of the Revolution know, excluding Brad Kane because nobody ever really liked him. }
"Evening Philip."
"Dude, what the hell are you doing in here?"
"I was telling our opponents about the certain doom which awaits them this Sunday."
"Yeah, ok, great, but in here?"
"I like it in here."
"You live in a freaking mansion in the hills of West Hartford, Connecticut with like a million rooms and you hide out in this dungeon looking thing?"
{ Angel shrugs. }
"It speaks to me."
{ Burns looks at the camera with a raised eyebrow and suddenly we scene swipe to Angel's personal McDonalds located on the fourth floor. Both men are standing in the ball pit as Honcho does the back stroke behind them. }
"And this room doesn't?"
"No."
"What about-"
{ Scene swipe to Angel's personal arcade, complete with an indoor mini kart track. Honcho is currently racing Angel's seven year old daughter. }
"This room?"
"No."
{ Burn grumbles as we scene swipe to Angel's personal strip club. Honcho literally passes out from the glory of the gigantic breasted women which surround him. }
"Let me guess, this room doesn't speak you either."
"Not particularly."
"Jesus H. Christ man."
{ Burns waves a couple of single mothers over and hands them a few hundreds. They shove Angel down into a chair and begin to give him a lap dance. The whole time Angel keeps the same look of calm yet insane murdering madness on his face. }
"You're unbelievable you know that."
{ Then the tops come off and Angel's eyes can't help but be locked on the beauty which is before him. Burns dead pans the camera. }
"Alright, on to the next room."
{ Burns gets up out of the chair but Angel grabs him by the Arm. }
"No. This is fine."
"But you said-"
"I am wrong sometimes. This is fine."
"Too late."
] {We scene swipe to a room that looks like the M.C. Escher artwork "Relativity". There are crazy stairs in all kinds of directions. Honcho is somehow walking upside down on a set of stairs. }
"Look! I'm Sthpiderman!"
"Mike! Get down from there! You're gonna break your neck! This room is way
too dangerous. Let's go!"
{ Mike does a perfect backflip from the upside down position to the floor and totally sticks the landing. The amazing feat of athletecism is swiftly negated when he trips on the carpet to tile transition. We scene swip to another room which is a perfect replica of MacLaren's Pub from “How I Met Your Mother” }
“I have to admit this is pretty sweet.”
“I didn’t even know this was here.”
“Angel, since the beginning of time.”
“Burnsey, what is this about?”
“Come on Angel.. Just... OK?”
“Fine.”
“Since the beginning of time, Tag team wrestling has been a staple in sports entertainment. My ancestor Burnsabus H TagTeam III brought it to America with the dream that one day his decendant, (Me) could take it to the next level.”
“This story is getting a little hard to believe.”
“Enough!”
{ Scene swipe to another room that looks like a temple made of crystals and
ice. Angel is alone. }
“Hello? Is this one of my rooms? Why am I here?”
{ A giant floating ghost head of Philip Burns is shown. }
“My son. You do not remember me. I am Philip Burns. I am your tag team
partner.”
“I know who you are.”
“My life, my memories are stored here in this.. Fortress of Burnsitude. I’m sure you have many questions to ask of me. So go ahead. Speak.”
{ Angel wanders over to a slightly cracked door while Ghost Head Burns is
speaking. He opens it to see Burns standing in front of a green screen. }
“Burns this is stupid.”
{ Burns looks him dead in the eyes like he has never been more serious in his life. }
“Shut the door Angel.”
“Come out of there.”
“Angel, can you just once be cool? Once. Just once. Be cool.”
“Look. You want to win the titles back and ride out the remainder of this
companies life in glory? I'm in. Just cut the bull**** and let's kick some ass.”
“That was beautiful man. You had me at titles.”
“So are we going to do this or what?”
{ Angel extends his hand to Burns. }
“Of course, man. Burning Angels are back.”
{ They shake hands and walk toward the exit. Suddenly the Ghost head of Mike
Honcho appears just as they walk out the door. }
“Guythes? Hewwoooo? I'm scawed. Thith totawy ithn’t coo.”
{ Fade. }
This Sunday may very well be the last time any of us step inside an nCw...
If this be the last time...
There is no one I would rather have by my side than Philip Burns...
There is no one I would rather face than the best nCw has to offer...
Lets raise some hell...
One more time.
Almost too long...
The last time I stood within an nCw ring I was laying on my back looking up at a monster of my own creation. Funny how everything always comes full circle...
Right Gib?
Though it may seem like forever ago to the fans watching at home, for you and me, our battles seem like they were just yesterday...
Me, manipulating your son...
You putting the mask of Homeless Harold back on...
And an endless trail of blood and bodies left in our wake...
Those were the good old days. That was when wrestling was wrestling. When men were men. Now when I look upon this promotion I see but a pale shadow of what it once was. Here and there are glimmers of hope. But mostly I see miserable failures of human flesh. It saddens me to see something I worked so hard for...
Fall so far...
You have done your best, Gib, to carry this promotion back to it's glory days. You have stood strong among the mindless masses and carried the epic weight on your massive shoulders. Together with your son and Simon Daye you have tried, though it seems pointless, to bring back a certain amount of honor to this once great promotion...
It is that reason alone why I am glad nCw asked me to participate in this match...
Because I know no matter what happens between now and Sunday the four of us will give them something to remember...
I could stand here, like any other legend, and demean the man whom you chose to tag with Gib, but that would be pointless. The two of you together have more than proved your effectiveness as a team. Together the two of you have dominated the tag team division and even surpassed the Burning Angels once legendary reign...
However, all good things must come to an end, or so they say...
Sunday night at Sovereign, two tag teams will step into the ring with no hatred between them, no blood lust, only the drive to give the fans everything they paid for, everything they could ever hope to see between those ropes. Sunday night they expect us to put respect aside and rip into each other like heated rivals. Sunday night I expect nothing less than everything the two of you have to offer...
The Burning Angels have laid dormant for too many years now. We have both gone in different directions but I can promise you one thing...
We have only gotten better...
Burns has gone on to become a World Champion...
And I have become even more brutal than I was before...
I have seen what you are both capable of. Watched you both in preparation for this match. Simon has potential, limitless potential, but you Gib? I have seen the pain in your eyes with each step. The strain on your face with each right hand. I have watched you these last few hours since the release of the card like a thirsty wolf circling it's wounded prey...
Yes, you are still strong...
Still mighty...
Still near unstoppable...
But it has been years since you have faced the likes of myself or Philip Burns. Years since someone has presented you with an equally unstoppable challenge. Years since you have had to look a real monster in the eyes and try not to blink...
Simon Daye is good, he could be great. Perhaps with you at his side he could become legendary. But Simon Daye will not be enough to stop Burning Angels. His wit and ability alone will not be able to fend off two hall of famers, two former world champions, two men who know how to break a man down and expose his weakness. He may give us a good fight, even a rung for our money but at the end of the day, Gib, I'm not focusing on Simon Daye...
I will be zeroing in on you...
The weak link...
The wounded animal...
And I promise the both of you, once I am inside that ring, standing side by side with my brother in arms, once Burning Angels is together again...
There will be no mercy...
"BOSEF!!!!"
"What the hell?"
{ Suddenly our black screen is filled with light, revealing Angel sitting cross legged on the floor in all black, the legend killer himself, Mike Honcho stands in the now open door way, his mouth WAY over packed with gauze. }
"Wut de hap my bohem!"
{ Honcho takes a look around at the room Angel is seated in. The walls are adorned with pictures of Gib and Simon Daye with the eyes burned out and an assortment of weapons with which to inflict pain with. }
"De heal?"
{ Angel briefly considers murdering Mike Honcho and stashing the body in Gib's trunk, figuring no one would notice what with all the dead hookers in there but then Philip Burns pushes past Mike with a grin on his face. }
"Hey man, what's go... ing... On? Dude, this room is seriously messed up."
"Teal me but id."
{ Angel stands up and he and Burns greet each other with a manly secret hand shake that only members of the Age of the Revolution know, excluding Brad Kane because nobody ever really liked him. }
"Evening Philip."
"Dude, what the hell are you doing in here?"
"I was telling our opponents about the certain doom which awaits them this Sunday."
"Yeah, ok, great, but in here?"
"I like it in here."
"You live in a freaking mansion in the hills of West Hartford, Connecticut with like a million rooms and you hide out in this dungeon looking thing?"
{ Angel shrugs. }
"It speaks to me."
{ Burns looks at the camera with a raised eyebrow and suddenly we scene swipe to Angel's personal McDonalds located on the fourth floor. Both men are standing in the ball pit as Honcho does the back stroke behind them. }
"And this room doesn't?"
"No."
"What about-"
{ Scene swipe to Angel's personal arcade, complete with an indoor mini kart track. Honcho is currently racing Angel's seven year old daughter. }
"This room?"
"No."
{ Burn grumbles as we scene swipe to Angel's personal strip club. Honcho literally passes out from the glory of the gigantic breasted women which surround him. }
"Let me guess, this room doesn't speak you either."
"Not particularly."
"Jesus H. Christ man."
{ Burns waves a couple of single mothers over and hands them a few hundreds. They shove Angel down into a chair and begin to give him a lap dance. The whole time Angel keeps the same look of calm yet insane murdering madness on his face. }
"You're unbelievable you know that."
{ Then the tops come off and Angel's eyes can't help but be locked on the beauty which is before him. Burns dead pans the camera. }
"Alright, on to the next room."
{ Burns gets up out of the chair but Angel grabs him by the Arm. }
"No. This is fine."
"But you said-"
"I am wrong sometimes. This is fine."
"Too late."
] {We scene swipe to a room that looks like the M.C. Escher artwork "Relativity". There are crazy stairs in all kinds of directions. Honcho is somehow walking upside down on a set of stairs. }
"Look! I'm Sthpiderman!"
"Mike! Get down from there! You're gonna break your neck! This room is way
too dangerous. Let's go!"
{ Mike does a perfect backflip from the upside down position to the floor and totally sticks the landing. The amazing feat of athletecism is swiftly negated when he trips on the carpet to tile transition. We scene swip to another room which is a perfect replica of MacLaren's Pub from “How I Met Your Mother” }
“I have to admit this is pretty sweet.”
“I didn’t even know this was here.”
“Angel, since the beginning of time.”
“Burnsey, what is this about?”
“Come on Angel.. Just... OK?”
“Fine.”
“Since the beginning of time, Tag team wrestling has been a staple in sports entertainment. My ancestor Burnsabus H TagTeam III brought it to America with the dream that one day his decendant, (Me) could take it to the next level.”
“This story is getting a little hard to believe.”
“Enough!”
{ Scene swipe to another room that looks like a temple made of crystals and
ice. Angel is alone. }
“Hello? Is this one of my rooms? Why am I here?”
{ A giant floating ghost head of Philip Burns is shown. }
“My son. You do not remember me. I am Philip Burns. I am your tag team
partner.”
“I know who you are.”
“My life, my memories are stored here in this.. Fortress of Burnsitude. I’m sure you have many questions to ask of me. So go ahead. Speak.”
{ Angel wanders over to a slightly cracked door while Ghost Head Burns is
speaking. He opens it to see Burns standing in front of a green screen. }
“Burns this is stupid.”
{ Burns looks him dead in the eyes like he has never been more serious in his life. }
“Shut the door Angel.”
“Come out of there.”
“Angel, can you just once be cool? Once. Just once. Be cool.”
“Look. You want to win the titles back and ride out the remainder of this
companies life in glory? I'm in. Just cut the bull**** and let's kick some ass.”
“That was beautiful man. You had me at titles.”
“So are we going to do this or what?”
{ Angel extends his hand to Burns. }
“Of course, man. Burning Angels are back.”
{ They shake hands and walk toward the exit. Suddenly the Ghost head of Mike
Honcho appears just as they walk out the door. }
“Guythes? Hewwoooo? I'm scawed. Thith totawy ithn’t coo.”
{ Fade. }
This Sunday may very well be the last time any of us step inside an nCw...
If this be the last time...
There is no one I would rather have by my side than Philip Burns...
There is no one I would rather face than the best nCw has to offer...
Lets raise some hell...
One more time.