Post by Angel on May 9, 2008 19:56:36 GMT -6
( We open only to four shadows. Four men walking down a long dark corridor towards an uncertain future. These men have scratched and clawed their way to where they are today. Even though some doubt their ability, some doubt their strength, they know deep in their heart that they can do anything.
As they continue to get closer we are unable to shake the feeling that something big is coming. Something so profound that the world of sports entertainment shall never be the same. Sure, many have made that promise before. But they aren’t promising anything. It’s just a feeling. Something is going to happen at Reborn, and these four shadows will be the cause of it.
But that is not why you are watching. No. You are watching because you wish to know what they have to say. Despite everything you feel towards them. Despite your pure hatred for these men. Despite their arrogance and self centered nature, you want to know what they are going to say. You want to hear what is going to come from their lips next. No matter how demeaning, no matter how demoralizing, you need it.
You never knew it until this moment, but you need it. You want it. You want them to rip you apart verbally and physically. You love it. You sit there in your lazy boy and you wait. Ever so patiently for what they will say next. If only for the fact that without their insults, without their arrogance, you would have nothing to say yourself.
It’s not a matter of being original or strait edge. It’s not a matter of being goth or super smart. It’s not even a matter of just being a plain old run of the mill asshole. It’s purely a matter of knowing everything they say is right.
Every single syllable is right on the money. You personally can’t stand it. That’s why the hatred wells up in you. That’s why you try so hard to prove them wrong. To see them right once again could destroy you. No, if they are right again, destroyed you will be.
These four men, these shadows that continue to get closer. They aren’t playing around anymore. No more games. No more sneak attacks. You know this. That is why the chills are running down your spine. Why the sweat is dripping from your shirt. Why at this very moment your looking over your own shoulder to see if their behind you. You know these men cannot be stopped. Or they will not be stopped.
Perhaps that is why you fight. Perhaps you are one of the few who truly understands that these men represent the best professional wrestling has to offer. And perhaps that is why you hate them. Knowing that they are the best, not being able to stand that you don’t match up. Perhaps even being angry that they did not ask you to join them. Only you know.
You know so very much about so very little. Their shadows are almost upon you now. There is no where else to go. You look back, blackness. Your cornered. You made a fatal error and now you have to pay. Maybe you can reason with them. Maybe they only wish to pass you by on their way to true dominance. Maybe…
Maybe your just kidding yourself. Maybe you just weren’t ready. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time. Allot of maybes. That is not what concerns you. The thoughts that are scattered throughout your brain cannot be tolerated right now. You must focus. You have to focus. If for even one second you lose sight of what you are after they will utterly destroy you.
After all you’ve done. All you’ve fought for, you cannot risk that. If there was a time to try and run away that time would be now… Don’t waste it. Don’t stand there and look stupid. Run. Run before you get caught up in a war you cannot possibly win… Run little boy, run….
They are now upon you... Too late. Angel, Joe Everyman, Falcon and Talon. The four of them now stand over you, looking down. Considering what to do with you, if they should do anything at all. To leave you would be to ignore a future threat. To destroy you now would almost be a waste of time. Then again, time is on their side. When you hold the world in your hands, the world spins by your clock. So perhaps they will spend some time here, perhaps they will allow you to fight just long enough to understand how futile it is.
Because only a true fool would fight a losing battle. No one in their right mind would stand there and just wait for the wrath of the god's to strike them down. You are no fool, are you? The question spins through your mind. You consider so many responses. And while you stand there, looking stupid... The Social Enemies suddenly break the silence and before you know it... You are no more. You have lost. The war is over... And Angel...
Is still the NCW X-Division Champion... nice try....
We fade in on Angel's face, not exactly a close up, but we can't really see the rest of him. The background is of no importance this time. Angel continues to look at the camera, as if he is trying to peer into our very souls. Who knows, perhaps the great Savior X can do that? As he continues to look, his own voice can be heard, though he does not appear to be speaking...)
Pain.
It's such a temporary thing, not unlike yourself Xavier.
We put each other through pain, allot of pain, just to get to what we want most in life. We beat and maim one another, just to make it to the top.
Pain is what drives some of us. It is also how we measure our own strength. How much pain one can take and keep fighting. How much pain can you take?
( A quick clip is shown of Falcon, his head wrapped in barbed wire, dragging it across Angel's head. Blood pouring out everywhere. )
Do you see that? I am not normally one for the extreme or hard core. I do find it in good taste to dabble in it occasionally. You never know when your going to run into someone who lives for that.
Where am I going with this?
From my humble observations Xavier, it would seem to me that you do not have what it takes to be Extreme. A Representative of the X-Division, you fit that role nicely. Your probably one of the first names people think of when they think of the X-Division.
But Extreme? I don't think so. You do not know pain, pain is not your ally. Pain is not your friend. You live in fear of pain. You wrestle in fear of pain. You put your body on the line with high risk maneuvers, but you do not put yourself in the cross hairs of pain.
I have been through hell and back again. I have fallen from heights greater than two maybe three stories. Fallen through burning, barbed wire tables. Fallen into fans. Fallen onto concrete. And even fallen through a pop corn stand.
I have been beaten and battered with more weapons than I can even imagine.
I have suffered more atrocities in my nine year career than a hundred ECW's.
The pain I have felt, the pain I have lived through would be more than enough to kill a weaker man.
Through all of it Xavier, I survived. I fought back. I found the strength. I didn't always win the match, but some times it isn't about winning, it's about survival.
Which brings me to the point. This match isn't about winning for me, it's about surviving. Getting past whatever the Social Distortion can throw at me. And I will survive. I'll survive to fight another day.
Will you?
Do you have what it takes to take me out? Do you have even the faintest idea of what it will take to end my career? My back was once broken by a man twice your size. I came back. Both of my brother's died and my long lost sister turned her back on me. I came back. More recently, Rob stabbed me in the back. I'm still here.
What can you do? What will you do?
Will you throw me off of something? Threw something? Into something? Will you beat me down? Will you make me bleed? Will you break every bone in my body?
WHAT!?
May I ask is your plan...
What is so great about Xavier Williams that he will do what NO ONE has been able to do before, and end my career?
What is so great about you that you will be able to cause me physical, mental, and metaphysical PAIN!?
My body, my mind, and my soul have all been broken time and again.
So what is your plan?
Pain does not effect me Xavier. It has so very little meaning. Yeah, it hurts, but it will pass. Pain will always pass. I can fight through it. It's not even really a big deal to me.
So you promise me pain. You promise me a loss. You promise and you threaten.
And I have heard it all before. All through out my career many have made the same claims.
You think your so very different? You think your so much better?
I have faced and beaten men with twice the talent you have. Twice the size. Twice... The everything.
Please Xavier. Come at me with what you will. Bring everything you have.
But most of all... Shut your damn mouth and show me what your capable of. I've been waiting for five long weeks to see what you got. Show me Xavier. Save the promos for the talent like me, and show me what all the hype is about.
NCW would have me believe that you are some profound talent, and all I have to say to them is... "Really?" I guess I just haven't seen nothing yet?
Save me... Destroy me... Or pass me by... Whatever it is you plan to do... Do it now... Before it's too damn late...
( The scene now pans back. Angel is now in full body view. He is wearing a Social Enemies t-shirt, Social Enemies wind pants, Social Enemies sneakers, Social Enemies arm bands, and apparently Social Enemies boxer shorts. )
Angel: I'd like to take this time to show off some of our new merchandise. As of right now, it's all on sale. For the low, low price of just $49.99 you too can own this authentic Social Enemies T-Shirt. It'd especially look good on small time, under card lackey's who are about to get their asses handed to them... Talking to you Xavier.
( Angel points at the shirt. )
Angel: And, if you notice. On the back.
( He turns around. )
Angel: Each one is personalized for your own personal preference. Like this one says "No one Better." And each one is 100% cotton.
( Angel turns back front wards. )
Angel: Also, if you call up right now, you'll get these fantastic arm bands half off. That's right, half off. You buy the shirt for $49.99 and you get the arm bands for the small price of $29.99. You just can't beat that deal. And again, one says Social Enemies, and the other says "No one Better." Of course that's $29.99 a piece. Then we have a new item, the Social Enemy wind pants. Which will look simply awesome on anyone who literally just got their *** damn teeth punched out of their head. With your brand new toothless grin you could sport these wind pants, which as you can see say Social Enemies in red right down each side.
( Angel points out each leg. )
Angel: Nice, huh? And these can be yours for only $79.99. We're practically giving them away. And not to fear, we do have social activists like Xavier Williams in mind. Each article of Social Enemies clothing is hand made by a poor, beaten little Asian children over in some country I don't care about. What a Savior I am, huh? Almost like I don't even care. Which of course I do. I care about each and every one of you potential customers. I got a family to feed. It's not like NCW is paying the bills these days. Hell, I'm wrestling just to pay for my daily title belt detail and wax. But enough about me. We got something real special for the entire Williams family.
( Angel looks down. )
Angel: Ever running from the law and think "Man homes, I could really use some nice sneaks to help me jump this fence ese." Well your in luck you boarder hopping alien. Not you Trent. I mean Mexicans. Or is Xavier black? Who even knows? Either way, black people like to jump fences too. With these brand new Social Enemy sneakers I guarantee no fence will be too high. No hoop too high. Nothing will be out of reach. If you go to our online store right now, we could have these sneakers to you next Tuesday, and for the one time payment of $189.99. It's like your stealing them right off a dead crack head. Just like the good old days, hey Xavier?
( Angel picks up one of his feet showing off the cool shoe. )
Angel: I could just see Xavier scaling countless chain link fences in his grand theft auto style escape from justice. Strait Edge? Walking that strait, thin line of justice will be no problem for you. Or, taking the long walk to the front of the court room, why not do it in style? Whether it be an arraignment hearing, or just a civil dispute, you'll look your best in these Social Enemies sneakers.
( To either side, the other members of the Social Enemies walk in. Falcon is wearing a Social Enemies hockey jersey. Talon is shuffling a Social Enemies card deck. Joe Everyman is pimped out in a Social Enemies leather coat and Social Enemies diamond rings. )
Angel: Now I could sit here and think of a really insulting sales pitch for everything you see here, but it's obvious that you get where I'm going. Not that I won't do it later if I run out of ideas. I just wanted to really drive the point home that Xavier is a walking, talking, wrestling joke of a little man. And come this Sunday, hell or high water, he will be soundly and clearly beaten by the one man everyone loves to hate...
Talon: Trent Helms?
Falcon: He means himself. Ass.
Joe Everyman: I wouldn't say the man everyone loves to hate. I'd say probably the second man everyone loves to hate after Trent Helms.
Angel: Remind me to thank you guys for the vote of confidence.
Joe Everyman: That's why we're here, right?
Angel: Look, whatever. I'm going to kick your little punk ass Xavier. Simple as that. No matter how anyone feels about me. I'm the *** damn Patron Saint of Bad Ass. So what I only got nominated for like two awards, even though I'm clearly the most AMAZING talent in NCW. I don't care what the other dip ****s in the back think. I'm the X-Division champion. I'm undefeated. Dammit, I've got the Social Enemies. We're taking over. SCREW YOU GUYS!
Talon: I'm going home.
Angel: Couple of more pounds and you could probably pass for Cartmen in a live action version of Southpark.
Talon: I suppose I deserved that.
Angel: No, but you do deserve to kick Rob Diamond's ass for me. Show that moron what it means to be a Social Enemy. But moving on back to Xavier... You know what? Screw it. The momentum is dead. Just cut scene, we'll start this up again later.
( The scene goes black... )
too be continued...
I am Savior X... and I have no mercy...
As they continue to get closer we are unable to shake the feeling that something big is coming. Something so profound that the world of sports entertainment shall never be the same. Sure, many have made that promise before. But they aren’t promising anything. It’s just a feeling. Something is going to happen at Reborn, and these four shadows will be the cause of it.
But that is not why you are watching. No. You are watching because you wish to know what they have to say. Despite everything you feel towards them. Despite your pure hatred for these men. Despite their arrogance and self centered nature, you want to know what they are going to say. You want to hear what is going to come from their lips next. No matter how demeaning, no matter how demoralizing, you need it.
You never knew it until this moment, but you need it. You want it. You want them to rip you apart verbally and physically. You love it. You sit there in your lazy boy and you wait. Ever so patiently for what they will say next. If only for the fact that without their insults, without their arrogance, you would have nothing to say yourself.
It’s not a matter of being original or strait edge. It’s not a matter of being goth or super smart. It’s not even a matter of just being a plain old run of the mill asshole. It’s purely a matter of knowing everything they say is right.
Every single syllable is right on the money. You personally can’t stand it. That’s why the hatred wells up in you. That’s why you try so hard to prove them wrong. To see them right once again could destroy you. No, if they are right again, destroyed you will be.
These four men, these shadows that continue to get closer. They aren’t playing around anymore. No more games. No more sneak attacks. You know this. That is why the chills are running down your spine. Why the sweat is dripping from your shirt. Why at this very moment your looking over your own shoulder to see if their behind you. You know these men cannot be stopped. Or they will not be stopped.
Perhaps that is why you fight. Perhaps you are one of the few who truly understands that these men represent the best professional wrestling has to offer. And perhaps that is why you hate them. Knowing that they are the best, not being able to stand that you don’t match up. Perhaps even being angry that they did not ask you to join them. Only you know.
You know so very much about so very little. Their shadows are almost upon you now. There is no where else to go. You look back, blackness. Your cornered. You made a fatal error and now you have to pay. Maybe you can reason with them. Maybe they only wish to pass you by on their way to true dominance. Maybe…
Maybe your just kidding yourself. Maybe you just weren’t ready. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time. Allot of maybes. That is not what concerns you. The thoughts that are scattered throughout your brain cannot be tolerated right now. You must focus. You have to focus. If for even one second you lose sight of what you are after they will utterly destroy you.
After all you’ve done. All you’ve fought for, you cannot risk that. If there was a time to try and run away that time would be now… Don’t waste it. Don’t stand there and look stupid. Run. Run before you get caught up in a war you cannot possibly win… Run little boy, run….
They are now upon you... Too late. Angel, Joe Everyman, Falcon and Talon. The four of them now stand over you, looking down. Considering what to do with you, if they should do anything at all. To leave you would be to ignore a future threat. To destroy you now would almost be a waste of time. Then again, time is on their side. When you hold the world in your hands, the world spins by your clock. So perhaps they will spend some time here, perhaps they will allow you to fight just long enough to understand how futile it is.
Because only a true fool would fight a losing battle. No one in their right mind would stand there and just wait for the wrath of the god's to strike them down. You are no fool, are you? The question spins through your mind. You consider so many responses. And while you stand there, looking stupid... The Social Enemies suddenly break the silence and before you know it... You are no more. You have lost. The war is over... And Angel...
Is still the NCW X-Division Champion... nice try....
We fade in on Angel's face, not exactly a close up, but we can't really see the rest of him. The background is of no importance this time. Angel continues to look at the camera, as if he is trying to peer into our very souls. Who knows, perhaps the great Savior X can do that? As he continues to look, his own voice can be heard, though he does not appear to be speaking...)
Pain.
It's such a temporary thing, not unlike yourself Xavier.
We put each other through pain, allot of pain, just to get to what we want most in life. We beat and maim one another, just to make it to the top.
Pain is what drives some of us. It is also how we measure our own strength. How much pain one can take and keep fighting. How much pain can you take?
( A quick clip is shown of Falcon, his head wrapped in barbed wire, dragging it across Angel's head. Blood pouring out everywhere. )
Do you see that? I am not normally one for the extreme or hard core. I do find it in good taste to dabble in it occasionally. You never know when your going to run into someone who lives for that.
Where am I going with this?
From my humble observations Xavier, it would seem to me that you do not have what it takes to be Extreme. A Representative of the X-Division, you fit that role nicely. Your probably one of the first names people think of when they think of the X-Division.
But Extreme? I don't think so. You do not know pain, pain is not your ally. Pain is not your friend. You live in fear of pain. You wrestle in fear of pain. You put your body on the line with high risk maneuvers, but you do not put yourself in the cross hairs of pain.
I have been through hell and back again. I have fallen from heights greater than two maybe three stories. Fallen through burning, barbed wire tables. Fallen into fans. Fallen onto concrete. And even fallen through a pop corn stand.
I have been beaten and battered with more weapons than I can even imagine.
I have suffered more atrocities in my nine year career than a hundred ECW's.
The pain I have felt, the pain I have lived through would be more than enough to kill a weaker man.
Through all of it Xavier, I survived. I fought back. I found the strength. I didn't always win the match, but some times it isn't about winning, it's about survival.
Which brings me to the point. This match isn't about winning for me, it's about surviving. Getting past whatever the Social Distortion can throw at me. And I will survive. I'll survive to fight another day.
Will you?
Do you have what it takes to take me out? Do you have even the faintest idea of what it will take to end my career? My back was once broken by a man twice your size. I came back. Both of my brother's died and my long lost sister turned her back on me. I came back. More recently, Rob stabbed me in the back. I'm still here.
What can you do? What will you do?
Will you throw me off of something? Threw something? Into something? Will you beat me down? Will you make me bleed? Will you break every bone in my body?
WHAT!?
May I ask is your plan...
What is so great about Xavier Williams that he will do what NO ONE has been able to do before, and end my career?
What is so great about you that you will be able to cause me physical, mental, and metaphysical PAIN!?
My body, my mind, and my soul have all been broken time and again.
So what is your plan?
Pain does not effect me Xavier. It has so very little meaning. Yeah, it hurts, but it will pass. Pain will always pass. I can fight through it. It's not even really a big deal to me.
So you promise me pain. You promise me a loss. You promise and you threaten.
And I have heard it all before. All through out my career many have made the same claims.
You think your so very different? You think your so much better?
I have faced and beaten men with twice the talent you have. Twice the size. Twice... The everything.
Please Xavier. Come at me with what you will. Bring everything you have.
But most of all... Shut your damn mouth and show me what your capable of. I've been waiting for five long weeks to see what you got. Show me Xavier. Save the promos for the talent like me, and show me what all the hype is about.
NCW would have me believe that you are some profound talent, and all I have to say to them is... "Really?" I guess I just haven't seen nothing yet?
Save me... Destroy me... Or pass me by... Whatever it is you plan to do... Do it now... Before it's too damn late...
( The scene now pans back. Angel is now in full body view. He is wearing a Social Enemies t-shirt, Social Enemies wind pants, Social Enemies sneakers, Social Enemies arm bands, and apparently Social Enemies boxer shorts. )
Angel: I'd like to take this time to show off some of our new merchandise. As of right now, it's all on sale. For the low, low price of just $49.99 you too can own this authentic Social Enemies T-Shirt. It'd especially look good on small time, under card lackey's who are about to get their asses handed to them... Talking to you Xavier.
( Angel points at the shirt. )
Angel: And, if you notice. On the back.
( He turns around. )
Angel: Each one is personalized for your own personal preference. Like this one says "No one Better." And each one is 100% cotton.
( Angel turns back front wards. )
Angel: Also, if you call up right now, you'll get these fantastic arm bands half off. That's right, half off. You buy the shirt for $49.99 and you get the arm bands for the small price of $29.99. You just can't beat that deal. And again, one says Social Enemies, and the other says "No one Better." Of course that's $29.99 a piece. Then we have a new item, the Social Enemy wind pants. Which will look simply awesome on anyone who literally just got their *** damn teeth punched out of their head. With your brand new toothless grin you could sport these wind pants, which as you can see say Social Enemies in red right down each side.
( Angel points out each leg. )
Angel: Nice, huh? And these can be yours for only $79.99. We're practically giving them away. And not to fear, we do have social activists like Xavier Williams in mind. Each article of Social Enemies clothing is hand made by a poor, beaten little Asian children over in some country I don't care about. What a Savior I am, huh? Almost like I don't even care. Which of course I do. I care about each and every one of you potential customers. I got a family to feed. It's not like NCW is paying the bills these days. Hell, I'm wrestling just to pay for my daily title belt detail and wax. But enough about me. We got something real special for the entire Williams family.
( Angel looks down. )
Angel: Ever running from the law and think "Man homes, I could really use some nice sneaks to help me jump this fence ese." Well your in luck you boarder hopping alien. Not you Trent. I mean Mexicans. Or is Xavier black? Who even knows? Either way, black people like to jump fences too. With these brand new Social Enemy sneakers I guarantee no fence will be too high. No hoop too high. Nothing will be out of reach. If you go to our online store right now, we could have these sneakers to you next Tuesday, and for the one time payment of $189.99. It's like your stealing them right off a dead crack head. Just like the good old days, hey Xavier?
( Angel picks up one of his feet showing off the cool shoe. )
Angel: I could just see Xavier scaling countless chain link fences in his grand theft auto style escape from justice. Strait Edge? Walking that strait, thin line of justice will be no problem for you. Or, taking the long walk to the front of the court room, why not do it in style? Whether it be an arraignment hearing, or just a civil dispute, you'll look your best in these Social Enemies sneakers.
( To either side, the other members of the Social Enemies walk in. Falcon is wearing a Social Enemies hockey jersey. Talon is shuffling a Social Enemies card deck. Joe Everyman is pimped out in a Social Enemies leather coat and Social Enemies diamond rings. )
Angel: Now I could sit here and think of a really insulting sales pitch for everything you see here, but it's obvious that you get where I'm going. Not that I won't do it later if I run out of ideas. I just wanted to really drive the point home that Xavier is a walking, talking, wrestling joke of a little man. And come this Sunday, hell or high water, he will be soundly and clearly beaten by the one man everyone loves to hate...
Talon: Trent Helms?
Falcon: He means himself. Ass.
Joe Everyman: I wouldn't say the man everyone loves to hate. I'd say probably the second man everyone loves to hate after Trent Helms.
Angel: Remind me to thank you guys for the vote of confidence.
Joe Everyman: That's why we're here, right?
Angel: Look, whatever. I'm going to kick your little punk ass Xavier. Simple as that. No matter how anyone feels about me. I'm the *** damn Patron Saint of Bad Ass. So what I only got nominated for like two awards, even though I'm clearly the most AMAZING talent in NCW. I don't care what the other dip ****s in the back think. I'm the X-Division champion. I'm undefeated. Dammit, I've got the Social Enemies. We're taking over. SCREW YOU GUYS!
Talon: I'm going home.
Angel: Couple of more pounds and you could probably pass for Cartmen in a live action version of Southpark.
Talon: I suppose I deserved that.
Angel: No, but you do deserve to kick Rob Diamond's ass for me. Show that moron what it means to be a Social Enemy. But moving on back to Xavier... You know what? Screw it. The momentum is dead. Just cut scene, we'll start this up again later.
( The scene goes black... )
too be continued...
I am Savior X... and I have no mercy...