Post by Angel on May 10, 2008 22:45:54 GMT -6
Before we start round three, I just want to get a few things off my chest. You see, you had these little images that you wanted to show me, to try and prove a point. Well, your point was lost, mainly because I don't care. I've told you, I'm done trying to make this an honorable battle. I'm done trying to find things to respect about you. And I just plain don't give a **** about what you think of me. I'm an asshole. Got it. I'm disrespectful, got it. Thanks for pointing it out Captain Obvious. You want a medal, cookie, or a pat on the back?
Now seriously, you said allot of stupid **** this time. ALLOT of stupid ****. Some of which I will be more than happy to get to. But first I want to show you some pictures, a few still images, and then maybe you'll understand me a little better. I want to show you some pictures that really, really mean something to me. Not just your run of the mill "I'm gay" Japanese tat. I've seen those before. In fact I got a little Italian friend with an "I'm Gay" jap tat. If you got one too, cool. Personally I like to get tattoos that I'm pretty confident of the meaning of. Like we all know what a Dragon means, or a cross, or even a burning flag. But when you get something put on your body in a different language, there's no telling what it means. Though I'm sure you claim to speak fluent Japanese or whatever kind of Asian that is.
I'm getting off point. Slipping into the insult portion of this little promo too early. Oh, and for you scenery people. I am just talking from a black screen right now. Look, my last promo sucked up allot of doe and this is all I could afford. I promise you'll see my beautiful face a little later on. But for now we got some pics to talk about.
This is CM Punk. He is a wrestler in the WWE. Allot of Internet "nerds" love him. You love him so much you'd probably go down on him. Me personally, not so much. I met him once, and meh. I'm showing you this man's picture from a rival federation for one simple reason. He is the innovator and originator of the whole strait edge, hard core gimmick. This man has been running with that gimmick long before there was an NCW. This man has been doing it since before there was an Xavier Williams.
Which brings me to why I am showing it. Xavier Williams, one of maybe twelve NCW "CM Punk" clones. Xavier, Punk called me up, he wants his *** damn gimmick back. Seriously, Vince is going to sue man. Think about it, is it really worth NCW tanking just so you have something stupid to talk about? Honestly, who care whether you drink or smoke? I don't. It makes no real difference to the match. As far as I"m concerned your just a bitch. But really. You pride yourself on being this pure athlete. This strait edge god of wrestling. This over the top, hard core competitor. But all you are is a rip off. Your a black, or possibly Mexican, rip off of CM Punk.
Look. NCW fans don't care. They don't like you. They have never liked you. They never will. Your a joke. Your something to waste time before I face Spike Kane... Who oddly resembles Mister Punk... You see, Kane VS Angel for the X-Division Championship is a money in the bank match. NCW cannot wait to promote that. However. They don't want to push the match too quickly. They want to build up to it. Let the anticipation grow and grow, until the fans can't take it, then the two of us will face off one on one. Until then NCW needs to throw people in my way, try to slow me down and make me look better all at the same time. Which again brings us to my second point.
Our match. Just a way to give NCW fans good match, while still letting them know that Angel VS Kane is coming. I'm sorry to burst your little bubble of awesomeness, but your just an obstacle. An obstacle that I will get around. Maybe not painlessly, maybe not easily, but you will not stop me. And that Xavier is just the sad truth of being a clone. Your good. But you will never match up to the original. There is only one CM Punk. All of his little knock off Punk's running around are going to just have to deal with not mattering.
Next picture.
This my friend is picture of Fat Bastard from the Austin Powers movies. I know what your thinking. "What does he have to do with me?"
Well it's pretty simple there buddy. In the Austin Powers movies, Fat Bastard constantly tried to eliminate Powers. He did everything he could. He tried to out smart him. Out fight him. Even out fart him. But nothing the big dude did ever worked. It all came back to the fact that he was just a fat, worthless, piece of rotting ****. I know, your not fat. Your actually in great shape. Must be all the boarder hopping or whatever it is you do in your spare time. But some of his other character faults hold true to yourself.
You see, Fat Bastard is a much better example of you, and who you are. Your a lackey. You do whatever Spike or Tyler, or whoever wants you to do. You walk around aimlessly in NCW looking for stables to join. You joined one, latch on to the leader for dear life. Then you take orders like a good little bitch. Spike says jump and your like "How high sir?" That's what you do, who you are. Which is great. You have a purpose in life. Even if it is just to be subservient to whomever is in front of you today. Which is just like Fat Bastard. He's an idiot and does whatever Dr. Evil wants him to do.
Fat Bastard, I also said was worthless. He couldn't do anything right. He just ****ed it up every time. All he had to do was kill Austin Powers, and he failed time and again. Which is of course just like you. Spike Kane, being far too afraid to deal with me himself has commissioned you to weaken me up for him. So this Sunday you will be throwing everything you have at me and even try and dethrone me. Which in of itself is all well and good. But just like Fat Bastard, it's impossible. You are only going to **** it up. Your going to embarrass the Social Distortion, and ruin weeks worth of Tyler Jacobs planning. I'm sure that doesn't bother you. You are just a lackey.
I'm not trying to say you don't stand a chance. There was always the chance that Fat Bastard would kill Austin Powers. It was there. But the problem with that is, if he killed Austin, then the movie would be over. There'd be no way to make another one, and the fans would go home disappointed. Which oddly brings us back to our match. The real reason you can't beat me, it's in the cards. I'm money. I'm ratings. I'm merchandise sales. If you were to beat me, dethrone me, then all of that might end. Look how the Raw ratings have dropped with out John Cena. We're pretty much crushing them in the ratings, all because they lost their "A" star. Their number one guy. Why would you want to do that to NCW? We all know I'm the main attraction. I'm the reason there are asses in the seats. I'm the future. Your an after thought. Putting the gold on me has done nothing but elevate me and the belt. Putting it on you would be to throw it right back into the fiery pit of despair I rescued it from.
So think about Xavier. Just like in the movies. You cannot win. Sorry to break it to you.
Picture number three please.
Lastly, we are looking at Tom Morello of Rage against the Machine. A great, great rock band of the nineties. Tom Morello amongst other things is a political activist, and one of the founding members of both Rage and Audioslave. I know right, you can already see the similarities.
Tom Morello, a political activist. Xavier Williams, a self proclaimed Political Activist. Amazing. The two of you claim to be the same thing. Yet I see Tom running around trying to help change peoples views on things, trying to better the world for the next generation... Where is Xavier? Oh that's right. Sitting somewhere with a hand held camera, wasting my time. Or he is sitting on top of a roof somewhere screaming like some kind of psychopath about how George Bush was somehow behind 9/11.
Don't you find it a bit odd that everyone else who calls themselves Political Activists actually go out in the world and try and change things? Like Serj of System of a Down. The man has done everything he could to spread the message of the slaughter in his home country. EVERYTHING. What the hell has Xavier done? He sat on a roof for twenty minutes and talked about absolutely nothing. Nothing new was learned about the world. No means were put forth to aid in the changing of our world. He spoke about nothing.
In fact all you did was explain fairly well how ignorant you are. You sat back and basically told the world that your better than them. That your better then all the people in NCW who bust their ass to get to where I am. You told the world that despite EVERYTHING I have done to get to where I am, I don't deserve it. You told the world that even if you work really hard, and really break your ass to reach the top, that you should be able to just swoop in with your gang of thugs and rip it away because you decided that you want to compete now. Good job. Way to go Xavier. Way to really change how the world works. Your just as bad as the ones in power.
Because you have power, you have Tyler Jacobs, and yet you do nothing.
Now to my second comparison. Tom Morello, founding member of both Rage and Audioslave. Tom Morello put together a band called Rage Against the Machine. The worked really hard, climbed to the top. Became one of the biggest bands in the world. Then egos got in the way. They forgot why they were there, what they wanted to do. They fell apart. They came together to spread the message that this world needed changing. Once they got to the top, once they got power, they broke up over money.
The Age of the Revolution. Take away music and their story is nearly the same as Rage Against the Machine. Even kind of the same name. You see my point. A group of great wrestlers came together. You promised to get to the top and to change NCW. You came within reach of the top and all of your egos got in the way and you fell apart. Except for Xavier... Which will always lead to the next point.
Audioslave. The remaining members of Rage formed Audislave with Chris Cornell. Basically a bad copy of Rage, to me anyways. They had no promise of changing anything. They were a band put together for the money. They got their money and broke up.
Social Distortion. The remnants of the Age of the Revolution, Spike Kane and Xavier Williams. Instead of banding together for the money, you banded together to crush me, which is like money. You picked up a superstar douche, similar to Chris Cornell in Tyler Jacobs. I'm not sure where Diamond fits in there, maybe a rhody. Regardless. Your a pure version of the AOTR, only you have less of a reason to be together. Basically your just a joke. You have some fague idea of defeating me, as if that were a possibility.
You see Xavier? I can do stupid little comparisons with pictures too. The only thing is, mine are both entertaining and funny. If you got a problem with that, then do something. Change something. Find a new gimmick, find a back bone, drop the stables. Become a real person Xavier and stop leeching off the popularity of someone else. Because as of right now, all you are is a combination of a bunch of different people and ideas. You are not even a real person. You have no actual personality. Xavier Williams doesn't exist. Your CM Punk, your Fat Bastard, Your *** damn Tom Morello. YOU are nothing. Not to me, not to NCW, and especially not to your family. Become a man Xavier. For god's sake, become a real person.
Now please don't get all mad at me for trying to open your eyes. I am only doing what Savior's do. I am trying to save you Xavier. I am trying to lead you towards something greater than what you are. As it stands now, I am worried. Worried that a talent such as yourself is being wasted on mediocre dreams and goals. You could be so much more than what you are, yet your nothing at all. And your content with that. If you'd listen, not get mad, not say something stupid. Just listen to me, then maybe you could actually amount to something in NCW. Try it, just once. It's not going to hurt you to hear what I have to say.
( The scene opens up in Angel's locker room. Angel is standing in front of a full body mirror. The camera can see Angel's back, his front in the reflection. Angel is wearing the NCW X-Division Championship around his waist. )
Angel: Xavier, all you do is make excuses. You are too blinded to see the truth behind your lies. I've told you before. You could ASK Tyler and Spike not be in this match. YOU could be a man and do that. YOU are the one who claims to be honorable, then YOU admit to cheating. To accepting cheating, to even LIKING cheating. You are not my opponent, you are not a competitor, you are not my EQUAL. You are a tragic mockery of everything I AM, and everything I have worked for. You leaped over people to get to where you are? YOU cheated to get to where you are. YOU have earned nothing. Speak your lies to someone who cares BOY, they mean nothing here, now, to me.
( Angel takes in a deep breath, lets it out. )
Angel: I have almost died to get to where I am. Through it all I keep coming. I have earned what I have. And someone like you. Some little cum stain is just going to tell me that I DON'T deserve what I have? Really? What have you done? Won a ****ty four way match? GOOD JOB! I've won SEVERAL! I've done all I can to keep my patience with you, but the idiocy never ceases with you, does it? You just keep coming with more stupid **** to say? Do you listen when I talk? Do you hear these words now? Or are you just retarded? You have to be something. Cheat if you like Xavier. If that is how an honorable man gets what he wants. If that is how you will restore what this title means. Cheat, by all means. But I will warn you right now. If you robe me of my first defeat. If you beat me by cheating, if you cannot do it by yourself... I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. You cheat, and I swear to GOD that I will end your pitiful career without even thinking twice. Please consider that a PROMISE!
( Angel turns his head ever so slightly. )
Angel: I listen to you Xavier and all I hear is more of the same... Lies. DO NOT lie to me Xavier. Do not tell me foolish things. I RESPECT WHOM DESERVES IT! Despite the things Lance said to me, I respect him. I respect all the members of the Social Enemies. RESPECT is not handed out on a silver platter like my title will be to you. IT IS EARNED! You want me to respect you Xavier, then your going to have to take it from me. You have done nothing but show me why you do not deserve this match. Since you won the shot, you haven't even won a match. As for bursting through doors, what doors? THERE ALL OPENED FOR YOU!
( He begins to rub his head in frustration. )
Angel: Talk to me like I'm a moron. Talk to me like I don't watch Collision. I see what you do, how you think. I don't care if you've been training. You know what that means to me? It means you have nothing else to say to me so your going to talk about training. YOUR entire promo is nothing but reassurance that you are afraid of this match. Afraid of me. Everything I've heard from you have been nothing but childish, rookie threats. Has the prospect of facing a man who can literally end your career without flinching shaken you so deeply that you have run out of real **** to talk. Look at the things you've said to me.
"For the last few weeks I have plotted and planned, I trained in this gym, watching the tapes. I think about it, the first match between us, was simply a test… and I came up short. I have no problem with admitting that."
Angel: Excuses. Lies. Propaganda. The last defense of a defenseless man. You have nothing left to offer me Xavier. All you have now are your friends and pictures. How truly sad it is. How does it feel, standing on the edge of oblivion, knowing this is your one and only chance to be a man? Does it feel good, or is that what scares you so much? Don't tell me your not afraid. I can see it in your eyes. You hide from me. You avoid me. You decline to face me alone. You have done everything to make sure there is no way I can win. Congratulations on being the new X-Division Champion. I may not respect many people, but I respect this title. I earned this title. Take it from me. Steal it from me. Cheat to get to the top, like you have for everything else. Because you earned it doesn't mean you deserve it. Cheat Xavier, I will get the belt back. You know if you beat me, by whatever means it is, I will reclaim my belt. Because Savior X will not be denied what is RIGHTFULLY his. Let that sink in child.
( Shell walks in and stands next to Angel. She is facing us. Shelly, like Angel is wearing a Social Enemy Tee and blue jeans. )
Angel: Glorified Stuntman... The words roll off your lips so easily. As if what you just described to me of yourself isn't the same thing. Look boy, what you have done some where else, means nothing here. Your little "shows" are laughable. Your "matches" are nothing. My CAREER was ended, did you miss that? IT wasn't a STUNT! I was thrown off a ladder and BROKE my back. I was out for TWO years. And even now I feel a great deal of pain everytime I hit the mat, or try to do some kind of flip. I know, I just told you to attack my back, it's my weak point. As if you don't have enough advantages. Xavier, call me what you will. Really. You can call me any name in the book. In the end...
( Angel starts to turn a little. )
Angel: In the end they are just names. They do not hurt me, not the way I am going to hurt you. You wish to mock my career, the great things I have done? Do it. My accomplishments, my move set, my history, all the things I have done, I know they matter not to you. But it is best you know not to just over look me as if I am some kind of "stunt" man. Though I am un sure as to how the two of us do basically the same thing, and yet I'm the stunt man. You throw yourself off of things, you fly off ladders. I'm the stunt man? Okay... Sure that makes sense. How about this? You want a match classic? You think I can't wrestle? Then lets have a match classic. Don't ****ing challenge me little man. Don't call me out. I am FAR greater than you think I am. I am not just talking out of my ass. You think Leonard hired me because I'm good at jumping off of things. ASK HIM! We can wrestle. We can brawl. We can have any kind of match you want. Anywhere you want. Want to rematch next Collision regardless of the out come? Last man Standing? Iron Man? Cage? Ladder? HITC? TerrorDome? What? Anything? Mat Classic? Let's do it Xavier. You and I can wrestle in a hundred matches, and I will defeat you 100% of the time. Despite my ego, we both know that I am just better than you. Save your jealousy.Save your threats. Save all your pointless jabber. It is all for nothing.
( Angel now fully turns to face us. His reflection is no blocked from view. )
Angel: Why, if I may ask, do you need to build yourself up so? Why is it that you are not assured in your own ability enough to just walk into this match Sunday? Do you doubt yourself so? Do you feel as if this match is a lost cause? Do you just wish to make me admit a chance of failure? Xavier, there is no shame in admitting you've lost. I don't care what you think about yourself. You talk and talk, and build yourself up like crazy. At some point your promo has become more about what you think of yourself as opposed to what you think of me. You claim I have an ego. You talk about yourself as you are some kind of Saint. You have sacrifice, you have lost, you are a bottom feeder, you deserve this, you deserve that, you have honor, you are the one who is awesomest. Xavier, stop it. Please do not continue to embarrass your self.
( Angel looks over his shoulder at the reflection. )
Angel: My ego will lose me nothing. My ego has gotten me here. If you do not BELIEVE you are the best, then you are not the best. If you can't get up each and every morning, look yourself in the face and say "I'm awesome." Then just kill yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, then get out of wrestling. What wrestler doesn't have an ego? We all need one. Our opponents aren't going to build up our self esteem, their going to destroy it. It's pretty simple. I tell myself, in private, what I need to hear. Shelly backs it up. My matches back it up. If it works, why change it? Obviously whatever it is your doing, isn't working.
( He looks back. )
Angel: And another thing. Where do you get off challenging my respect anyways? You came right out and expressed your disrespect of me first. Not trying to be a kid about this. But I said flat out from the start I respected you. That seems kind of hypocritically. Like I respected you but you disrespect me by challenging my apparent disrespect for everyone else. Thats like really stupid. I told you I respected you. I told Shaun Wilson I respected him. Lance, Trent, the Enemies. It's like there are only a few people who haven't earned my respect, and even some of them are gaining it. Like Ricky Johnson. I used to really hate him. But now I feel for him. He lost his kid. He is wrestling to keep his mind off of it. I like that. I respect that. I think your just pissed off because I don't respect you. I think you like me and it really annoys you that I don't like you. I think all you really want is a hug from papa bear Angel. Will that shut you up?
( Angel takes a step back wards, closer to the mirror. )
Angel: I assume nothing Xavier. I base all opinions on the facts before me. And why is it you need to say exactly what I've said?
"I am a veteran. You name it, I done it. Wrestled in other countries… done. Won World Championships… done. Been forced to pick between my life or my career, done."
Angel: Those are like the cliff notes of one of my promos. Ummm... Good job on being able to say what I said in less words. I guess that makes you super kick ass... How about this. How about we concentrate less on replying to poor old Angel, and how about we concentrate on this match. By the way, you are the boy, boy. Don't be calling me boy, kid. I'm TWENTY NINE! I have a kid, married. Own a house. All of it I did with the HELP of wrestling. What I've lost in my personal life, I've gained through wrestling. How about that? You have destroyed your own life to get to me, I have turned mine into a winter wonderland. My wife, stands by my side. My daughter comes everywhere with me now. My life is the picture of perfection in wrestling. Yours is like a car wreck. We are nothing alike, it was a lie to think so.
( Angel again turns to the mirror. )
Angel: I never said I was perfect, being honorable doesn’t mean being perfect, it is about being able to look at the man that stands across from you, and say, "I respect you."…
Interesting words. From a man who outwardly claims to not respect anything I've done in this business.
( Angel looks into the mirror. Shelly watches from off to the side. Angel reaches back and punches the mirror as hard as possible, it shatters into a hundred pieces. Angel's right hand starts to bleed. Angel keeps his back to us. )
Angel: You are like a poor reflection of me. You are a poor imitation. A flawed version of Savior X. Our goals, similar, our methods, different, the ends, the same. You are not like me, but you want to be. You strive to find my stride and to walk in it. To take my title and do what I have already begun and save the X-Division. Your doing everything you can to topple me Xavier... Your wasting all your resources. Mean time, my army, we move to land the death blow. This mirror, it was flawed... And like you, it was destroyed... See you Sunday...
( A two year old girl in a Social Enemies dress walks in and jumps into Angel's arms. She has dirty blondish hair, and blue eyes. She looks over her daddies left shoulder and into the camera. )
He is Savior X... he has no mercy.... hahahahaha....
( The girl starts to laugh as Angel tickles her. The scene fades out with Shelly joining in. The scene fades into....
Now seriously, you said allot of stupid **** this time. ALLOT of stupid ****. Some of which I will be more than happy to get to. But first I want to show you some pictures, a few still images, and then maybe you'll understand me a little better. I want to show you some pictures that really, really mean something to me. Not just your run of the mill "I'm gay" Japanese tat. I've seen those before. In fact I got a little Italian friend with an "I'm Gay" jap tat. If you got one too, cool. Personally I like to get tattoos that I'm pretty confident of the meaning of. Like we all know what a Dragon means, or a cross, or even a burning flag. But when you get something put on your body in a different language, there's no telling what it means. Though I'm sure you claim to speak fluent Japanese or whatever kind of Asian that is.
I'm getting off point. Slipping into the insult portion of this little promo too early. Oh, and for you scenery people. I am just talking from a black screen right now. Look, my last promo sucked up allot of doe and this is all I could afford. I promise you'll see my beautiful face a little later on. But for now we got some pics to talk about.
This is CM Punk. He is a wrestler in the WWE. Allot of Internet "nerds" love him. You love him so much you'd probably go down on him. Me personally, not so much. I met him once, and meh. I'm showing you this man's picture from a rival federation for one simple reason. He is the innovator and originator of the whole strait edge, hard core gimmick. This man has been running with that gimmick long before there was an NCW. This man has been doing it since before there was an Xavier Williams.
Which brings me to why I am showing it. Xavier Williams, one of maybe twelve NCW "CM Punk" clones. Xavier, Punk called me up, he wants his *** damn gimmick back. Seriously, Vince is going to sue man. Think about it, is it really worth NCW tanking just so you have something stupid to talk about? Honestly, who care whether you drink or smoke? I don't. It makes no real difference to the match. As far as I"m concerned your just a bitch. But really. You pride yourself on being this pure athlete. This strait edge god of wrestling. This over the top, hard core competitor. But all you are is a rip off. Your a black, or possibly Mexican, rip off of CM Punk.
Look. NCW fans don't care. They don't like you. They have never liked you. They never will. Your a joke. Your something to waste time before I face Spike Kane... Who oddly resembles Mister Punk... You see, Kane VS Angel for the X-Division Championship is a money in the bank match. NCW cannot wait to promote that. However. They don't want to push the match too quickly. They want to build up to it. Let the anticipation grow and grow, until the fans can't take it, then the two of us will face off one on one. Until then NCW needs to throw people in my way, try to slow me down and make me look better all at the same time. Which again brings us to my second point.
Our match. Just a way to give NCW fans good match, while still letting them know that Angel VS Kane is coming. I'm sorry to burst your little bubble of awesomeness, but your just an obstacle. An obstacle that I will get around. Maybe not painlessly, maybe not easily, but you will not stop me. And that Xavier is just the sad truth of being a clone. Your good. But you will never match up to the original. There is only one CM Punk. All of his little knock off Punk's running around are going to just have to deal with not mattering.
Next picture.
This my friend is picture of Fat Bastard from the Austin Powers movies. I know what your thinking. "What does he have to do with me?"
Well it's pretty simple there buddy. In the Austin Powers movies, Fat Bastard constantly tried to eliminate Powers. He did everything he could. He tried to out smart him. Out fight him. Even out fart him. But nothing the big dude did ever worked. It all came back to the fact that he was just a fat, worthless, piece of rotting ****. I know, your not fat. Your actually in great shape. Must be all the boarder hopping or whatever it is you do in your spare time. But some of his other character faults hold true to yourself.
You see, Fat Bastard is a much better example of you, and who you are. Your a lackey. You do whatever Spike or Tyler, or whoever wants you to do. You walk around aimlessly in NCW looking for stables to join. You joined one, latch on to the leader for dear life. Then you take orders like a good little bitch. Spike says jump and your like "How high sir?" That's what you do, who you are. Which is great. You have a purpose in life. Even if it is just to be subservient to whomever is in front of you today. Which is just like Fat Bastard. He's an idiot and does whatever Dr. Evil wants him to do.
Fat Bastard, I also said was worthless. He couldn't do anything right. He just ****ed it up every time. All he had to do was kill Austin Powers, and he failed time and again. Which is of course just like you. Spike Kane, being far too afraid to deal with me himself has commissioned you to weaken me up for him. So this Sunday you will be throwing everything you have at me and even try and dethrone me. Which in of itself is all well and good. But just like Fat Bastard, it's impossible. You are only going to **** it up. Your going to embarrass the Social Distortion, and ruin weeks worth of Tyler Jacobs planning. I'm sure that doesn't bother you. You are just a lackey.
I'm not trying to say you don't stand a chance. There was always the chance that Fat Bastard would kill Austin Powers. It was there. But the problem with that is, if he killed Austin, then the movie would be over. There'd be no way to make another one, and the fans would go home disappointed. Which oddly brings us back to our match. The real reason you can't beat me, it's in the cards. I'm money. I'm ratings. I'm merchandise sales. If you were to beat me, dethrone me, then all of that might end. Look how the Raw ratings have dropped with out John Cena. We're pretty much crushing them in the ratings, all because they lost their "A" star. Their number one guy. Why would you want to do that to NCW? We all know I'm the main attraction. I'm the reason there are asses in the seats. I'm the future. Your an after thought. Putting the gold on me has done nothing but elevate me and the belt. Putting it on you would be to throw it right back into the fiery pit of despair I rescued it from.
So think about Xavier. Just like in the movies. You cannot win. Sorry to break it to you.
Picture number three please.
Lastly, we are looking at Tom Morello of Rage against the Machine. A great, great rock band of the nineties. Tom Morello amongst other things is a political activist, and one of the founding members of both Rage and Audioslave. I know right, you can already see the similarities.
Tom Morello, a political activist. Xavier Williams, a self proclaimed Political Activist. Amazing. The two of you claim to be the same thing. Yet I see Tom running around trying to help change peoples views on things, trying to better the world for the next generation... Where is Xavier? Oh that's right. Sitting somewhere with a hand held camera, wasting my time. Or he is sitting on top of a roof somewhere screaming like some kind of psychopath about how George Bush was somehow behind 9/11.
Don't you find it a bit odd that everyone else who calls themselves Political Activists actually go out in the world and try and change things? Like Serj of System of a Down. The man has done everything he could to spread the message of the slaughter in his home country. EVERYTHING. What the hell has Xavier done? He sat on a roof for twenty minutes and talked about absolutely nothing. Nothing new was learned about the world. No means were put forth to aid in the changing of our world. He spoke about nothing.
In fact all you did was explain fairly well how ignorant you are. You sat back and basically told the world that your better than them. That your better then all the people in NCW who bust their ass to get to where I am. You told the world that despite EVERYTHING I have done to get to where I am, I don't deserve it. You told the world that even if you work really hard, and really break your ass to reach the top, that you should be able to just swoop in with your gang of thugs and rip it away because you decided that you want to compete now. Good job. Way to go Xavier. Way to really change how the world works. Your just as bad as the ones in power.
Because you have power, you have Tyler Jacobs, and yet you do nothing.
Now to my second comparison. Tom Morello, founding member of both Rage and Audioslave. Tom Morello put together a band called Rage Against the Machine. The worked really hard, climbed to the top. Became one of the biggest bands in the world. Then egos got in the way. They forgot why they were there, what they wanted to do. They fell apart. They came together to spread the message that this world needed changing. Once they got to the top, once they got power, they broke up over money.
The Age of the Revolution. Take away music and their story is nearly the same as Rage Against the Machine. Even kind of the same name. You see my point. A group of great wrestlers came together. You promised to get to the top and to change NCW. You came within reach of the top and all of your egos got in the way and you fell apart. Except for Xavier... Which will always lead to the next point.
Audioslave. The remaining members of Rage formed Audislave with Chris Cornell. Basically a bad copy of Rage, to me anyways. They had no promise of changing anything. They were a band put together for the money. They got their money and broke up.
Social Distortion. The remnants of the Age of the Revolution, Spike Kane and Xavier Williams. Instead of banding together for the money, you banded together to crush me, which is like money. You picked up a superstar douche, similar to Chris Cornell in Tyler Jacobs. I'm not sure where Diamond fits in there, maybe a rhody. Regardless. Your a pure version of the AOTR, only you have less of a reason to be together. Basically your just a joke. You have some fague idea of defeating me, as if that were a possibility.
You see Xavier? I can do stupid little comparisons with pictures too. The only thing is, mine are both entertaining and funny. If you got a problem with that, then do something. Change something. Find a new gimmick, find a back bone, drop the stables. Become a real person Xavier and stop leeching off the popularity of someone else. Because as of right now, all you are is a combination of a bunch of different people and ideas. You are not even a real person. You have no actual personality. Xavier Williams doesn't exist. Your CM Punk, your Fat Bastard, Your *** damn Tom Morello. YOU are nothing. Not to me, not to NCW, and especially not to your family. Become a man Xavier. For god's sake, become a real person.
Now please don't get all mad at me for trying to open your eyes. I am only doing what Savior's do. I am trying to save you Xavier. I am trying to lead you towards something greater than what you are. As it stands now, I am worried. Worried that a talent such as yourself is being wasted on mediocre dreams and goals. You could be so much more than what you are, yet your nothing at all. And your content with that. If you'd listen, not get mad, not say something stupid. Just listen to me, then maybe you could actually amount to something in NCW. Try it, just once. It's not going to hurt you to hear what I have to say.
( The scene opens up in Angel's locker room. Angel is standing in front of a full body mirror. The camera can see Angel's back, his front in the reflection. Angel is wearing the NCW X-Division Championship around his waist. )
Angel: Xavier, all you do is make excuses. You are too blinded to see the truth behind your lies. I've told you before. You could ASK Tyler and Spike not be in this match. YOU could be a man and do that. YOU are the one who claims to be honorable, then YOU admit to cheating. To accepting cheating, to even LIKING cheating. You are not my opponent, you are not a competitor, you are not my EQUAL. You are a tragic mockery of everything I AM, and everything I have worked for. You leaped over people to get to where you are? YOU cheated to get to where you are. YOU have earned nothing. Speak your lies to someone who cares BOY, they mean nothing here, now, to me.
( Angel takes in a deep breath, lets it out. )
Angel: I have almost died to get to where I am. Through it all I keep coming. I have earned what I have. And someone like you. Some little cum stain is just going to tell me that I DON'T deserve what I have? Really? What have you done? Won a ****ty four way match? GOOD JOB! I've won SEVERAL! I've done all I can to keep my patience with you, but the idiocy never ceases with you, does it? You just keep coming with more stupid **** to say? Do you listen when I talk? Do you hear these words now? Or are you just retarded? You have to be something. Cheat if you like Xavier. If that is how an honorable man gets what he wants. If that is how you will restore what this title means. Cheat, by all means. But I will warn you right now. If you robe me of my first defeat. If you beat me by cheating, if you cannot do it by yourself... I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. You cheat, and I swear to GOD that I will end your pitiful career without even thinking twice. Please consider that a PROMISE!
( Angel turns his head ever so slightly. )
Angel: I listen to you Xavier and all I hear is more of the same... Lies. DO NOT lie to me Xavier. Do not tell me foolish things. I RESPECT WHOM DESERVES IT! Despite the things Lance said to me, I respect him. I respect all the members of the Social Enemies. RESPECT is not handed out on a silver platter like my title will be to you. IT IS EARNED! You want me to respect you Xavier, then your going to have to take it from me. You have done nothing but show me why you do not deserve this match. Since you won the shot, you haven't even won a match. As for bursting through doors, what doors? THERE ALL OPENED FOR YOU!
( He begins to rub his head in frustration. )
Angel: Talk to me like I'm a moron. Talk to me like I don't watch Collision. I see what you do, how you think. I don't care if you've been training. You know what that means to me? It means you have nothing else to say to me so your going to talk about training. YOUR entire promo is nothing but reassurance that you are afraid of this match. Afraid of me. Everything I've heard from you have been nothing but childish, rookie threats. Has the prospect of facing a man who can literally end your career without flinching shaken you so deeply that you have run out of real **** to talk. Look at the things you've said to me.
"For the last few weeks I have plotted and planned, I trained in this gym, watching the tapes. I think about it, the first match between us, was simply a test… and I came up short. I have no problem with admitting that."
Angel: Excuses. Lies. Propaganda. The last defense of a defenseless man. You have nothing left to offer me Xavier. All you have now are your friends and pictures. How truly sad it is. How does it feel, standing on the edge of oblivion, knowing this is your one and only chance to be a man? Does it feel good, or is that what scares you so much? Don't tell me your not afraid. I can see it in your eyes. You hide from me. You avoid me. You decline to face me alone. You have done everything to make sure there is no way I can win. Congratulations on being the new X-Division Champion. I may not respect many people, but I respect this title. I earned this title. Take it from me. Steal it from me. Cheat to get to the top, like you have for everything else. Because you earned it doesn't mean you deserve it. Cheat Xavier, I will get the belt back. You know if you beat me, by whatever means it is, I will reclaim my belt. Because Savior X will not be denied what is RIGHTFULLY his. Let that sink in child.
( Shell walks in and stands next to Angel. She is facing us. Shelly, like Angel is wearing a Social Enemy Tee and blue jeans. )
Angel: Glorified Stuntman... The words roll off your lips so easily. As if what you just described to me of yourself isn't the same thing. Look boy, what you have done some where else, means nothing here. Your little "shows" are laughable. Your "matches" are nothing. My CAREER was ended, did you miss that? IT wasn't a STUNT! I was thrown off a ladder and BROKE my back. I was out for TWO years. And even now I feel a great deal of pain everytime I hit the mat, or try to do some kind of flip. I know, I just told you to attack my back, it's my weak point. As if you don't have enough advantages. Xavier, call me what you will. Really. You can call me any name in the book. In the end...
( Angel starts to turn a little. )
Angel: In the end they are just names. They do not hurt me, not the way I am going to hurt you. You wish to mock my career, the great things I have done? Do it. My accomplishments, my move set, my history, all the things I have done, I know they matter not to you. But it is best you know not to just over look me as if I am some kind of "stunt" man. Though I am un sure as to how the two of us do basically the same thing, and yet I'm the stunt man. You throw yourself off of things, you fly off ladders. I'm the stunt man? Okay... Sure that makes sense. How about this? You want a match classic? You think I can't wrestle? Then lets have a match classic. Don't ****ing challenge me little man. Don't call me out. I am FAR greater than you think I am. I am not just talking out of my ass. You think Leonard hired me because I'm good at jumping off of things. ASK HIM! We can wrestle. We can brawl. We can have any kind of match you want. Anywhere you want. Want to rematch next Collision regardless of the out come? Last man Standing? Iron Man? Cage? Ladder? HITC? TerrorDome? What? Anything? Mat Classic? Let's do it Xavier. You and I can wrestle in a hundred matches, and I will defeat you 100% of the time. Despite my ego, we both know that I am just better than you. Save your jealousy.Save your threats. Save all your pointless jabber. It is all for nothing.
( Angel now fully turns to face us. His reflection is no blocked from view. )
Angel: Why, if I may ask, do you need to build yourself up so? Why is it that you are not assured in your own ability enough to just walk into this match Sunday? Do you doubt yourself so? Do you feel as if this match is a lost cause? Do you just wish to make me admit a chance of failure? Xavier, there is no shame in admitting you've lost. I don't care what you think about yourself. You talk and talk, and build yourself up like crazy. At some point your promo has become more about what you think of yourself as opposed to what you think of me. You claim I have an ego. You talk about yourself as you are some kind of Saint. You have sacrifice, you have lost, you are a bottom feeder, you deserve this, you deserve that, you have honor, you are the one who is awesomest. Xavier, stop it. Please do not continue to embarrass your self.
( Angel looks over his shoulder at the reflection. )
Angel: My ego will lose me nothing. My ego has gotten me here. If you do not BELIEVE you are the best, then you are not the best. If you can't get up each and every morning, look yourself in the face and say "I'm awesome." Then just kill yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, then get out of wrestling. What wrestler doesn't have an ego? We all need one. Our opponents aren't going to build up our self esteem, their going to destroy it. It's pretty simple. I tell myself, in private, what I need to hear. Shelly backs it up. My matches back it up. If it works, why change it? Obviously whatever it is your doing, isn't working.
( He looks back. )
Angel: And another thing. Where do you get off challenging my respect anyways? You came right out and expressed your disrespect of me first. Not trying to be a kid about this. But I said flat out from the start I respected you. That seems kind of hypocritically. Like I respected you but you disrespect me by challenging my apparent disrespect for everyone else. Thats like really stupid. I told you I respected you. I told Shaun Wilson I respected him. Lance, Trent, the Enemies. It's like there are only a few people who haven't earned my respect, and even some of them are gaining it. Like Ricky Johnson. I used to really hate him. But now I feel for him. He lost his kid. He is wrestling to keep his mind off of it. I like that. I respect that. I think your just pissed off because I don't respect you. I think you like me and it really annoys you that I don't like you. I think all you really want is a hug from papa bear Angel. Will that shut you up?
( Angel takes a step back wards, closer to the mirror. )
Angel: I assume nothing Xavier. I base all opinions on the facts before me. And why is it you need to say exactly what I've said?
"I am a veteran. You name it, I done it. Wrestled in other countries… done. Won World Championships… done. Been forced to pick between my life or my career, done."
Angel: Those are like the cliff notes of one of my promos. Ummm... Good job on being able to say what I said in less words. I guess that makes you super kick ass... How about this. How about we concentrate less on replying to poor old Angel, and how about we concentrate on this match. By the way, you are the boy, boy. Don't be calling me boy, kid. I'm TWENTY NINE! I have a kid, married. Own a house. All of it I did with the HELP of wrestling. What I've lost in my personal life, I've gained through wrestling. How about that? You have destroyed your own life to get to me, I have turned mine into a winter wonderland. My wife, stands by my side. My daughter comes everywhere with me now. My life is the picture of perfection in wrestling. Yours is like a car wreck. We are nothing alike, it was a lie to think so.
( Angel again turns to the mirror. )
Angel: I never said I was perfect, being honorable doesn’t mean being perfect, it is about being able to look at the man that stands across from you, and say, "I respect you."…
Interesting words. From a man who outwardly claims to not respect anything I've done in this business.
( Angel looks into the mirror. Shelly watches from off to the side. Angel reaches back and punches the mirror as hard as possible, it shatters into a hundred pieces. Angel's right hand starts to bleed. Angel keeps his back to us. )
Angel: You are like a poor reflection of me. You are a poor imitation. A flawed version of Savior X. Our goals, similar, our methods, different, the ends, the same. You are not like me, but you want to be. You strive to find my stride and to walk in it. To take my title and do what I have already begun and save the X-Division. Your doing everything you can to topple me Xavier... Your wasting all your resources. Mean time, my army, we move to land the death blow. This mirror, it was flawed... And like you, it was destroyed... See you Sunday...
( A two year old girl in a Social Enemies dress walks in and jumps into Angel's arms. She has dirty blondish hair, and blue eyes. She looks over her daddies left shoulder and into the camera. )
He is Savior X... he has no mercy.... hahahahaha....
( The girl starts to laugh as Angel tickles her. The scene fades out with Shelly joining in. The scene fades into....