Post by Angel on Aug 19, 2008 21:28:37 GMT -6
8:00 AM, Tuesday, August 19th
West Hartford, Connecticut (The home of Angel and Shelly Blake)
( A dark corner somewhere in Angel's house. Angel sits before us wearing dark blue jeans, a chain from his belt loops, boots and a "I beat Falcon" fan club t-shirt, it'll be important to remember that for later. In his right hand which is rested on the arm of the chair, Angel is holding a black moto razor cell phone. He puts the phone on speaker as he looks at the camera. )
You have 2 new messages
First message.
Beep.
"Hi... Hunter..err Angel... I'm not sure what you like to be called in private anymore, so I'm sorry about that. Ummm... This is so awkward, I didn't wanna do this over the phone. Obviously you've guessed that this is your father, hi, I guess you'd probably want to call me Tom though, if you ever talk to me. Ummm... I got your phone number from the guys over at New Championship Wrestling, they said it'd make for ratings I guess."
( Angel looks with disdain in the direction of the camera as the message continues. )
"I know you don't want to talk to me son, I've heard what you had to say about me on the internet and even on the TV. I just need to tell you this, because if I don't, then... I just can't move on with my life knowing you and your sister are still out there somewhere. The both of you are still looking for that family that I took away. I can't give that to you guys. I've spoken with Xanetia, she hasn't forgiven me, I don't expect her to, but she did say she'd meet with me and we could talk about anything and everything."
( Angel looks away from the camera for a second, the message is beginning to irritate him. )
"And I was hoping you'd give me a chance to talk to you too. I mean you and I didn't have a horrible relationship... It's just... Look... Your right son, about everything. Your mother didn't lie to you, you didn't imagine it, it all happened, and if you give me a chance I can tell you why it happened. What it was all about. You have so much potential son, so much. Everything we did, everything, it was all for you son. Just for you. You need to understand that. I'm... I'm not supposed to tell you this, but everything that happened four years ago, everything that happened when you were little, and everything that's been happening to you recently, it's all leading to something, something huge son, your a part of it, a major part of it, and if... If you don't talk to me... If you don't let me explain it to you... Then I can't promise your safety... Please son... Here's my number, just call me back, please... 1-8
Beep.
Message Erased.
Next new message.
( The phone gets all cracked and staticy as the sounds of Shelly and their daughter Hayleigh can be heard, laughing hysterically. )
Hayleigh: Hi daddy! It's me.
( A smile creeps across Angel's face as he listens to his daughters message. )
Shelly: Hayleigh baby, give mommy the phone.
Hayleigh: No mommy, I'm talking to daddy. Hi daddy. I got sticker. Barbie.
Shelly: Are you telling daddy about the dentist?
Hayleigh: He brushy my teeth. Bye daddy, I love you!
Shelly: Wait baby I need to
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No new messages.
Next saved message.
( Angel closes the phone, a smile still spread wide across his face from the last message. Slowly he stands from the chair, he stretches out as he once again makes it fairly obvious he wants us to read the t-shirt, which is black and says in white bold letters "I beat Falcon" and on the back it says "Fan club." Angel just smiles more as he prides himself on the joke that he has yet to tell. )
Angel: Here we are, finally, Battle Grounds, the stable war, the WarFare match. Social Distortion, The Corporate Empire, Lethal Intent and the Social Enemies. A match that fans have been salivating over since it was announced. There's a lot riding on this match, a lot of reputations, pride, maybe even careers. A lot of promises going into this match and a lot of expectations.
( Angel just takes a break from speaking for a second, allowing the fans at home to truly take a moment and reflect on everything that has brought us to this moment. The second coming of the Empire, Kole taking the reigns. The war that has been raging between Social Distortion and the Social Enemies. Lethal Intent's desire to be considered among the elite of nCw. The war of words and even the backstage mayhem that ripped apart the nCw locker room this past week on Collision. )
Angel: There's just something that bothers me about this match, in fact, whenever I think about this whole situation, I cringe a little bit. Battle Grounds, the WarFare match, what's the point? I understand bragging rights, trust me I do. But at the end of this match what will have changed? All four stables will still be standing there. There is no added incentive, no titles on the line, no careers on the line, nothing is on the line in this match. All this match is for is so one stable can sit back and say "We beat you guys." That's all well and good, I love trash talking as much as anyone else.
( Angel looks down at his shirt then looks back up. )
Angel: But like my buddy Falcon will tell you, anyone can win any match on any given day. Regardless of who wins this match, they will not win the stable war. I hope none of my opponents are walking into this match thinking that this will be the defining moment of this war. Like I've said time and time again, the stable war will be over when there is only one stable left, and I'm telling you right now, it will be us.
( Angel just shrugs for a second with a goofy look on his face. )
Angel: But hey, what the hell do I know right? You guys are all gonna watch this and come back with some kind of witty retort. Whether it be one of you pretending to have a big brain to make up for his small package, one of you seething with venomous looks, or one of you just calling the rest of us piddly asses, all of you will say something clever. And I'll listen to the things you say, I'll take them in like a sponge, I'll consider them, I'll compare them to past examples, I'll even weigh them against my own insults, I'll keep what I like, the rest I'll forget, when Sunday rolls around and we're all looking at each other in that ring, we're all getting ready to kill one another, I'll look at Falcon, he'll look at me, and right there we'll know, our suspicions confirmed, nothing short of a Biblical miracle will save any one of you from what we are going to do. That doesn’t mean I don’t still want you guys to cut some promos and tell me why I’m wrong. I love listening to all the new ideas you guys come up with. It’s cute. Like a little contest. “Who can insult Angel the best and still walk away?” If I had to pick a winner I’d pick Xavier Williams, I mean his insults probably cut me the deepest, and the little **** has actually managed to beat me, despite how. But seriously, sit back, think real hard, come up with something super awesome, rip me a new one, then get on with your life, personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like listening to you tell me why your going to beat me then having it all just blow up in your face.
( Both hands come up, Angel makes a “Boom” noise and spreads his hands apart, mimicking an explosion for the people at home who just don’t get it. )
Angel: Xavier Williams. Yes I’m starting with you. Xavier, we’ve danced this dance before, we’ve said everything we can possibly say to each other, hell we’ve done everything we can possibly do to each other short of actually ending one another’s life’s. You probably think you know what I’m going to say and I in turn think I know what your going to say. But I think you know that I like to pride myself on at least trying to be original.
Last Stand, Last man Standing match, you beat me Xavier Williams and you became the X-Division Champion.
Notice anything X? I didn’t add anything to that. You beat me. Period. I’m tired of making up excuses. And to just be brutally honest with you X, you deserved it. You really did. I know AJ and Kole and people like that try to take things away from you, tell you that you didn’t earn anything, that you stole your title wins, even I said those things. I was wrong Xavier.
I watched your match last Sunday on Collision. I saw the look in your eyes as you did everything humanly possible to retain that title. When AJ claimed that title, when you realized that you had been defeated in your first ever title defense for the second time, I saw the look on your face. It was not the look of someone who had not earned what they had. Someone who loses something they didn’t earn, tend not to care. But you Xavier, well you know how you felt.
You were a victim of circumstance. I know now that you had nothing to do with Manson pushing me off the top of the tron. I forgive you Xavier Williams. You may think of that as a joke if you wish, but trust me, I wouldn’t take that lightly.
I want to move on Xavier, I don’t want to hate you anymore, it’s not worth it. Do you know why? Because everything that happened between us was never your doing. Spike Kane master minded the beginning of our war, Jack Manson master minded the conclusion, everything in between was just me kicking your ass. It’s important that you understand that Xavier. You’re a good wrestler, you’re a great talker, I’ve seen you do things that no one else in wrestling will do. Xavier you have everything it takes to become a legend in this business… Except for one thing… The ability to stand on your own two feet and do something for yourself.
Please don’t take that the wrong way. I mean it in the best possible way. You see Xavier, you’ve out grown your role in Social Distortion. When Spike Kane stepped down it should have been you that stepped up. You. One of the three original members of the group. Who’s Jack Manson to lead Social Distortion? Did he form it? No. What has he done for you since taking over? Forget about Last Stand. After Last Stand what exactly did he do? He lost at Last Stand, lost the Showcase match, lost the fatal four the following week, got his ass kicked this past week on Collision backstage. Tell me Xavier, who is Jack Manson to be your leader?
As far as I can tell, you are the only successful one of the group. Diamond constantly loses, Manson can’t even escape his own past long enough to think about the here and now, you on the other hand, you’re at least trying. I’m not trying to sow seeds of mistrust within Social Distortion, I’m just saying what you already know Xavier, it’s time Xavier Williams became his own man. Stepped out of someone else’s shadow, someone else’s mission, and did exactly whatever Xavier Williams wants to do.
( For a moment Angel just stops and thinks back on his past with Xavier Williams and how colorful it is and how for the first time he can actually feel the slightest bit of respect for Xavier Williams. Assuming he does what’s right for himself and drops the spare tire known as Jack Manson. )
Angel: I might as well just do this in order and move on to Xavier’s tag partner, Jack Manson. At Last Stand you sent me flying off the top of the nCw Tron. You nearly ended my career. Not long after I made a promise to myself that I would make you pay. I knew nCw would do what they could to keep us apart or at least keep people in between us for as long as possible. I knew they would throw something together for Battle Grounds.
I just never expected the match we got. I had thought it would something more personal.
So when the Showcase match came about I more or less just shrugged off your existence, promising to get back to you later. When we met up again in the fatal four way, I did the same. Well Jack, it would appear now is the time for me to rise to my feet, wipe the spit from my face, wipe the tears from my eyes.
Little Hatebreed there for ya.
I’m tired of waiting for nCw to put you in front of me with no distractions, I’m tired of waiting for my revenge. I don’t care how many other men are in the ring with us this Sunday, you will be mine Jack, all mine. I don’t care about losing X-Division title anymore so don’t even bother with that, I’m over that. What gets to me Jack is the fact that you tried to end my career.
WHAT THE **** DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?
Let me know, seriously. Because if I offended you in some way that deserves my career being ended, I’ll apologize, I’m not above it. I understand you wanted to help your group out, I understand you want to show Spike how a heel stable is supposed to operate. I get that, I can respect that. But I just can’t wrap my head around trying to end my career for nothing, absolutely nothing.
I have a wife Jack, I have a kid Jack. When you pushed me off that tron, when I twisted and turned through the air hoping that I land on my back and not my neck, all I could think about is “How am I going to pay for my daughter to go to school if I can’t wrestle?”
I’ll throw it out there right now, my reasons for wrestling are fairly selfish, yes I love the fans, the thrill I get, but I love the glory that much more.
But my family lives off the money I make in that ring, do you understand that Jack? Do you understand what it’s like to have to worry about someone more than yourself? You don’t, do you? All you care about is yourself. Which is fine. But put yourself in my shoes Jack. Imagine yourself laying in a hospital bed, imagine your body being wrapped up, your chest and back killing you, your head throbbing with pain, then looking up and seeing your wife, clutching your daughter who’s head is buried in her mother’s shoulder. Can you see it? Imagine trying to explain to your daughter that your fine, that everything she’s seeing is all pretend, that her daddy is just fine. Do you have any idea how hard that is? Looking your little girl in the face, telling her that your fine, when all you can think about is breaking the neck of the man who put you in the hospital to begin with? I have to lie to my two year old girl Jack. I have to tell her what she see’s on TV is fake. I have to tell her that your not a bad guy, that your not really trying to hurt daddy. I don’t want her to know Jack, she doesn’t need to know, she doesn’t deserve to feel that way I do.
That’s why, if I get the chance, I will take you out this Sunday Jack. Crack a joke or two, make a cool little pun out of what I’m saying, hell, throw together a promo package making fun of everything I just said like your buddy Spike would do. I’m telling you right now Jack, whether you care or not, every single time I get my hand on you this Sunday, **** wrestling, I’m going to snap your neck.
( Rage is boiling within Angel’s eyes. He looks like at any second he will just snap and start ripping the house apart. It’s not hatred that drives him, it’s a need for vengeance. )
Angel: Congratulations AJ. You did it. And just think, if I had I not made fun of you, criticized you and demeaned you, you may have not won that match at all. I’m glad I could be of help.
Before I just jump into my whole little speech where I **** talk you to death and just all around make you feel bad about yourself, I gotta ask you something. You don’t have to answer or adhere, I know you probably won’t, but I figure it doesn’t hurt to ask.
When you go to cut your first promo this week, or your second, or even a third, please do not tell me that this time is going to be different. That’s it. You can say whatever else you want. You can call me dumb, retarded, smelly, a bad person, evil, a time traveling demon, just don’t tell me that this time is going to be different. I’m seriously tired of hearing it. Everytime I beat someone, the next time they tell me it will be different, if I beat them a second time, they promise it will be different, and forbid a third match, they swear on the graves of their loved ones it will be different. And I just have to say AJ, there are so many more original things you can go with. Especially when the second time we fought you said it would be different, and yet you still ended up flat on your back for the three count.
You know what?, I’m just going to list a few other things I don’t feel like hearing you talk about. You defeated Xavier Williams like you promised you would. I don’t care. Winning the X-Division Championship like you promised you would. Again I just don’t care. And finally, demanding to face me for your newly won title.
I remember you saying something along the lines of wanting to defend that belt against me because you feel that Xavier was not the rightful champion, and that you wouldn’t feel right until you beat me. I gotta tell you AJ, please just save yourself the trouble. You’re the X-Division Champion right now and that’s all that matters. There is no reason to match yourself up against me, none at all. In fact, let’s just pretend you never said it. I know you don’t understand. I’m passing up a chance to go after the X-Division title, a belt that most people feel I never lost. What the hell is wrong with me?
I want you to have the belt AJ. You’ve earned it, just like Xavier did. Besides, what’s facing me with that belt on the line going to prove anyways? I’ll beat you, win back the title, then I’ll be right back where I was, worrying about some asshole in a stable trying to screw me over every time I defend it.
I love the X-Division. I love the challenges it brings. I love the feel of that belt, the smell, the way the “X” shines in my eye. I love everything about that belt you now hold AJ. I might even kill for the X-Division, being as it was my goal to save it. But I did save it. I took a title that didn’t matter and I made it matter. I made people want that title. When you got here, when you saw me, when you saw my title, you knew it had to be yours. Not because it was the X-Division Championship, because it was the title that Angel held. Don’t deny it, I remember you saying it. You said right when you got here you wanted to face me for my title. When Xavier won the belt you expressed great disappointment over the fact that you could not win that title from me.
Now you’re the face of the X-Division AJ. You are the “legitimate” champion the people have been demanding. And as much as I would love to face you for that belt and take it back, as much as I would love to go online and see that picture of myself holding the X-Division Championship on nCwentertainment.com, as much as I’d love to wear that title to bed again, I can’t do it. I have to move on. I saved the X-Division, mission accomplished and now it’s time for me to move on to something “bigger.”
But AJ, if you want, you and I can face one more time, one on one, no titles, no run ins, just you and me. Maybe you’ll finally shut me up, maybe you’ll end up broken and beaten again. Either way, if you think you need to beat me to legitimize your title reign, then I would be more than happy to give you that chance.
( We’re just taking a break right here for a second to let all the viewers at home take a piss, I promise Angel is almost done. )
Angel: Jackhammer. So Hammer, how’s it going, pretty good? Remember back when you formed Lethal Intent and you promised me, and I promised you that we would leave each other alone? Remember? Then remember like last month when Dark Prophet Choke slammed me? Remember? We won a tag match and then Prophet snapped and got the decision reversed, then because he was pissed off at himself he choke slammed me. I never got a chance to pay him back for that. I told him I would make him pay if he cost me that match. Now he’s gone. Kole took him out before I got the chance. That leaves you to pay his bill. The man who promised me that his stable would leave me alone. A man who I trusted. A man who won his National title because my friend Falcon handed you his title shot. We had something Jackhammer, we did. I thought we were going places. Hell, I thought we were even going to move in together, then you just one eighty on me and all of a sudden your at war with me.
That’s fine with me, you want to wage war against us. You want to aid in the destruction of nCw instead of assisting in it’s salvation. You want to let your boys run wild and stab people in the back while your promising nothing but friendship. Fine Hammer, we can play that game if you wish.
See Hammer, unlike everyone else in nCw, I don’t think your big, dumb and slow. Your strong, powerful, smart and fast. You have never needed anyone in your corner to accomplish the things you set out to do. Everytime you set a goal, you reach it. Everytime you raise that bar, I watch you step right over it again. I know what you can do Hammer, from first hand experience. It’s been a long time since we faced one another. It’s been a long time since that match where I had to literally throw my entire body at you just to take you down. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to feel your bear like hands beat me in the head, chest and back.
I’m looking forward to facing you again Jackhammer. You’ve grown so much since the last time we met. You’ve become a stable leader, a National Champion, a force to be reckoned with. You have nothing to prove to anyone. Your in ring presence is unquestioned. Your dominance is mesmerizing. Your….
Are you buying this? Thought not. Look Jackhammer. Honestly. I can’t stand you, not the slightest little bit. I mean I’m not even sure how I’m supposed to feel about you half the time. One minute your this righteous leader of another face stable who pledges to rid nCw of Social Distortion and the Corporate Empire. The next minute your sitting in the bath room with the door locked hoping nobody comes looking for you. I’m sorry. I gotta say this. Your worthless. You’re a joke. And an all around waste of time. Not to mention I can never understand what the hell your saying. And it’s not because I’m slow, it’s because you mumble. So please go see a doctor, get that speech impediment corrected, pick up a webster’s and MAKE SOME DAMN SENSE!
Remember when your great stable basically just fell apart one day, so you guys went around and recruited anyone and everyone you could? Isn’t there even a hobo in your group? Dylan something, right? You guys found him sleeping in the gutter? What did you offer him to join, a Big Mac? I mean lets look at this. You let in Mark Evil… Mark Evil? When he just vanished, you can honestly look me in the eye and say you didn’t see it coming? Tell me, what were you thinking when you asked Mark Evil to join? What is it you thought he brought to the group? Aside from a healthy dose of suck, I can’t think of a damn thing. You let in Showtime, a guy who from day one declared he was going to back stab his way to the top. The man’s ego was Galactic sized. So it was no surprise to me that when his contract came into question, the little bitch walked. Then Prophet was injured.
I’m going to tell you right now Jackhammer, Lethal Intent never stood a chance. And this Sunday when your standing in the ring with your partner AJ Phoenix, when your literally in the fight of your life against some of nCw finest, your going to realize for the first time and the last time that you should have never of gotten in my way.
( A smile brightens the scene as Angel looks down at his shirt, “I beat Falcon.” Angel points at it. )
Angel: Finally I get to tell you about my shirt. Ace my man, you did it. You and Steve Awesome did it. You have unknowingly joined a select group of individuals who have defeated Falcon in a match. No seriously. No one really ever talks about it, but Falcon almost never loses. You guys have done it. That means you get the ultra exclusive “I beat Falcon” fan club t-shirt. I even sent you boys a card with a phone number on it, that way you can call me up and find out where we meet. Usually we gather every third Wednesday at the nearest VFW. We sit around and watch old Falcon match, drink some beer, and basically dub over with our own color commentary, which eventually just breaks down into a bunch of gay jokes about Falcon’s face paint and oddly colored hair. We expect to see you there.
No but really Ace, good job. You boys did exactly what you said you were going to do. You came out to that ring and you beat Falcon and Talon, no excuses. That is an accomplishment to be proud of. And if it hadn’t of been for your partner, you boys could be tag team champions right now. So think about that.
But this is a new week and a totally different match. There’s something I’ve been meaning to point out to all of you. Look around the ring Ace, look around. Kole Kaos, AJ Phoenix, Jackhammer, Jack Manson, Xavier Williams and even Falcon. There isn’t a man in this match that I haven’t beaten at least once. Including my partner. When you look a little harder Ace, you will also notice that of everyone in this match, only one of them has ever beaten me here in nCw, and that man is Xavier Williams. Each and every one of you is walking into this match with that stigma in common. You haven’t beaten, you don’t know how to beat me and your pretty sure you can’t. That’s right, I’m going there Ace. You can’t beat me. Just like one on one you can’t beat Falcon. But don’t take my word for it Ace. I have nothing to prove this weekend. If we lose, then I’ll be like every other whiney little asshole around here and just shrug it off like the nothing match that it is, if we win, I’ll never let you forget it.
Ace you need to do yourself a favor, before he gets you hurt, shut Kole up. Kole thinks he’s smart, clever, he thinks he’s gotten the better of me, well Kole I got news for you, your retarded. I know, it’s a childish insult; well I’m a childish person.
Are you serious, they paid you to show up? You gave a lack luster performance? That’s really funny. When Kelly said she would pay me to kick your ass, I told her to go buy some nice shows, I’d **** you up for free. But now that I know that you didn’t even try, well I just feel horrible. There I was giving my all, going all out, doing everything in my power to make sure you don’t get up. I mean why would a guy who has gone undefeated for a few months in nCw bother to try in every match he’s in?
Wait I know why you wouldn’t bother to try, because you knew before that bell even rang that you couldn’t do it. You talked your talk, you said some big things, made some threats, but when you were headed to the ring Sunday, it occurred to you “What the **** am I doing?”
It occurred to me too, what the hell were you doing? Honestly Kole, I’m glad you weren’t giving it your all. I was going to come out here, before I watched your promo, and I was going to tell the world how disappointed I was. I was going to call Prophet a pussy. I got in that ring and I expected you to live up to all the hype. I expected a hard fought, physically demanding competition. I expected Kole Kaos, the man no one else could beat, the man that took out Prophet, the leader of the Corporate Empire. I expected this super bad ass, rich, ass kicker to come out and just beat the hell out of me. Instead I got in that ring and I battled B. Arthur.
Well B. I’m glad you plan on turning up the heat this Sunday. I’m glad you think this match is going to matter. I’m actually ecstatic that you want to take me out and blah blah, whatever else you said. But most of all, I’m just glad you’ll be there Kole, because you owe me, big time.
You see Kole, every match matters to me. Big or small. I don’t care if I’m beating on Mark Evil or Steve Awesome. I walk into that ring and I do what I was born to do. Then I come across someone like you. Someone who will tell me one minute they bleed nCw, and you did tell me that once, and the next minute you’ll tell me the match didn’t matter and you didn’t try. Why is it Kole, whenever a **** head like you loses a match, it didn’t matter? How come the match always doesn’t matter after you lose it? Why did the match not matter to you before? What changed between last week and me pinning you? Was it because I pinned you? I defeated you. I did what no one else could do and laid you out fair and square. And because of that, because of your bruised ego you had to think of a reason why you lost. Because we all know that Kole Kaos can’t just lose a match. There has to be a reason. There was something in your eye. You had the flu. You hadn’t pooped in four days and needed an emergency colonoscopy.
Make up whatever excuse you want Kole. We got round two this Sunday. No excuses. No bull****. Anything goes.
I gave you the chance to destroy me last week Kole, I begged you to do it. You failed. Everyone will pay for you failure.
I am Savior X and I have no Mercy.
( Fade out. )