Post by Angel on Aug 22, 2008 10:52:20 GMT -6
“I remember it like it just happened yesterday. No matter what anyone says, I remember every detail.”
“I heard a noise, a loud banging noise, it startled me right out of bed. I sat strait up, I looked around. The clock said it was 3 AM. My brother was still sound asleep next to me. I tried to wake him, but he just rolled over. Then I heard it again, it sounded like… Screaming.”
“I was worried the noise would wake my parents or that they would be mad I was awake, so I crept from my room. But as I went to pass by their room I looked in and saw that there was no one there. Where were they? I didn’t know. Then I heard the scream again, it was coming from down stairs. Slowly I walked down the steps into the kitchen. No one there.”
“The scream was louder this time, but it was also more muffled. I looked to the door that led to the basement. It must be coming from down there. I opened the door and slowly I walked down those steps. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to think. Was dad mad again? Was he hurting mom? Had someone broken in?”
“All the lights were off, I could hardly see a thing. As I walked through the darkness I noticed a light flickering from the spare bed room. I wasn’t sure if I should open the door or not. I almost ran away right there, go right back to bed. I was four years old at the time, I had no idea what I was about to see. The only things I knew were that both of my parents were gone, someone was screaming down here and there was someone in this room.”
“I reached out, I took the knob, I turned and opened that door. I should have never of opened that door. Maybe if I hadn’t things could have been different. It’s too late to think about that. I opened the door and saw the last thing I expected.”
“A women gagged and tied down to the spare bed, naked. Six men stood around the bed, all of them wearing black robs and pig masks. It was horrifying. Then I looked closer, the women was my mother. One of the men stepped in front of her, he dropped his rob and… He mounted her.”
“It was quick and obviously painful. For a minute I was baffled, I didn’t know what to do. Then another one of them dropped his rob and went before her. I couldn’t take it. I let out a blood curdling scream. All of them turned, my mother lifted her head. They all just looked at me. One of them removed his mask, it hit the floor… It was my father.”
“He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me up stairs. I honestly don’t remember much of what happened next. I know at some point my head struck something hard, like the wall. After that it comes and goes.”
“I remember him standing over me, I remember him hitting me, I remember pain unlike I have ever known. Then it was over. I was in my bed, clean, clothed, and wrapped in a blanket. Both of my parents sat on the bed telling me I was okay. That it was all just a dream. They sat with me until the sun came up, telling me how special I was and that no devil from my dream would take me away. I almost believed them… Until my brother asked me where I went last night. Then I knew.”
“Everyone tried to pretend that nothing happened. That I had never seen anything. My mother always just shrugged my questions off, pretending to be some good natured woman. Maybe she was later in life, I don’t know and I never will.”
“I know he wants back in my life and I know... I know I don’t trust him how could I? But there is something going on here bigger than me, and he knows what it is, and if I want to know I’m going to have to ask him. Whatever he has planned, whatever it is that he wants, I’m going to find out, and if I don’t like it, if it’s something that’s going to hurt me, I will do what my mother said she was going to do a long time I ago. I will kill Thomas Reign.”
( Climbing, and climbing and climbing. Reaching for something that is almost within our reach. Looking down, it’s a long, painful fall. Looking up and seeing the future. Climbing. Almost to the top, to the ceiling. Reaching and reaching. We have to reach the top. Everything you have been working for has been for this moment.
You reach the top, you look down, you see a fall that could be the end of a life time, the epic fall from grace and back to the hell you just escaped. You look up again and you see the ceiling, it’s right there, so close, you know you have to break through it. You’ve escaped your hell, you’ve broken free.
Then, as you prepare for what is going to the moment that defines you for the rest of your life.
Falling and falling.
Something, someone, pushed you and now you are plummeting back to the Earth, back to Hell. Everything flashes before your eyes, you see the ceiling getting farther and farther away. You think just before you hit that maybe it won’t hurt like you think it’s going to. You turn attempting to avoid breaking your neck.
Crash.
You crash through, you go farther down than where you started, you land in the burning depths of Hell. The devil standing over you laughing and celebrating your final fall from grace. You try to look up but you can no longer see the ceiling, all you see is the shadows laughing. Then it’s all gone.
Your dead.
Or not awake. Either way you know that it’s all over. Everything you fought for has come to an end. Your battle is over and you know you should give up. You don’t however. You get up, you stand before the devil and you spit in his face. Then you turn your back on him, you walk away, ignoring his threats. You begin the slow climb back, planning your vengeance.
Someone will pay, and that’s the only thing on your mind. You feel what you were slipping away, you feel your old self dying. You feel the arrogance and the cockiness going away, you feel the darkness in your heart growing. You feel the hatred swelling. As it grows you can only think about one person.
You wake up in a hospital, this was no dream, it all happened, and all you can think about is…
Jack Manson.
With everything else in your life, everything else that’s going on, you can’t shake the thought of Jack Manson. Of how he must of followed you up the tron. How he must have been right behind you. How, while you were preparing to jump off and put an end to Xavier Williams once and for all, Jack Manson was pulling himself up behind and just waiting for the rest of his plan to come to fruition. With a single gesture it was all over before you knew it.
Jack Manson. This Sunday is going to be a long, hard night, filled with pain, blood and screams. No one is going to walk away the same in this match. Losing is not really an option for anyone. Jack Manson walking away, isn’t one for us. )
( The scene changes from the previous sequence to a office scene. There is a large desk covered in papers with a computer on it. No one sits at the desk. We turn to see Shelly, wearing a business out fit sitting in a comfortable looking arm chair, she’s holding a clip board and a pen. Angel lays before her, wearing cut off forest camo pants and a black basket ball jersey with a red design on the front “666.” He’s laying on one of those real nice looking psychiatrist chairs. Angel looks over to the camera as he continues talking to Shelly. )
Angel: Am I crazy? Well let’s see… What do you think Shelly, am I nuts? Psycho? Tweaked?
Shelly: I’d say off balanced.
Angel: I like that. It makes me sound crazy without out right calling me crazy. See the thing is AJ, I went crazy a few years ago and that’s how I meet my darling wife. She was my psychiatrist. When I got all better we got hitched.
Shelly: You make it sound so romantic.
Angel: In fact, I think I still have the piece of paper they gave me telling me I’m a certified nut case. If you want to see it, your welcome to come to my house and see it.
Shelly: I don’t know why but he loves to show that thing off. Personally I’d hide it somewhere.
Angel: Shell, I got a piece of paper that says I’m completely crazy, then people accuse me of it and I can take that paper out and be like “Yeah, see it says so right here.” And there like “****.” Completely shots their insult all to hell.
Shelly: Or you just give their insult some merit.
Angel: Either way. What does it matter to me anyways? I’m just going to do or say something stupid anyways, atleast in the eyes of AJ Phoenix, so why bother saying things? Maybe I should just shut up.
Shelly: Are you gonna be like this all day?
Angel: Probably not. The thing about it is this. AJ… I’m far from being best friends with Xavier. And trust me I don’t just do things to shock people I’m not a *** damn toy monkey, you don’t turn the crank and I bang the drums. I still hate Xavier Williams, with a passion. What you missed, what you failed to understand is, Xavier Williams is… NOTHING.
( Angel looks dumbfounded at the camera like a little kid that just realized there’s gum in the center of his lolly pop. )
Angel: You see AJ, your massive intellect failed to grasp the fact that I was telling Xavier that he was never able to do anything to me by himself, and the things he takes credit for, were not by his direct doing or planning. He likes to take credit for my wife and I almost splitting up, which was more because I ignored her than him doing anything to me. He likes to take credit for winning the X-Division title when you’ve wasted more than enough breath saying how he won it. ALL I was trying to say was, I’m past it.
( Again, the shocked look. Angel reaches down and picks up a drum and two sticks. He starts banging on them like a robot, Shelly shakes her head. He tosses the drum. )
Angel: Where as you and everyone else still likes to go on and on about all the same bull**** about Xavier Williams and his inability at beating me, I decided I’d go a different route. You see AJ, before you got here, Xavier was where your at. He was a rising star. He was the next big thing. Even when he was Reckless Jack’s bitch, he was still a rising star, then he let it all go to hell and became Spike’s bitch. He let Spike do everything for him, he obeyed his every command, Xavier went from being a lot like you to being a lot like a Spike clone. And now he is completely lost. He looks to Manson and see’s a nothing, worthless, shell of a man, he looks to Rob and probably just see’s a complete retard. I’m far from liking Xavier, AJ, but I would love to see him become what he once was, and that my dear friend AJ, is competition.
( Angel covers his mouth. Then sits up on the chair. )
Angel: Truth be told AJ, I’m starting to really like you. At first I thought you were some undeserving punk. Then I got in the ring with you, you earned my respect. Then we had another match, and you forgot that as much as I may or may not respect you, I’m still an asshole, so you got all insulted and basically PMSed all over my TV screen. Now here we are again, and there you are, telling me everything you’ve said before and promising me something different. AJ, I know this is a different match, I know I don’t win every match, and I know there is a 50/50 chance that either Lethal Intent will win or the Social Enemies will win. I’m not as stupid as you’d like to think I am. What you don’t understand AJ, as much as I’d love to just destroy you a third time, only to take you on a fourth time and win that title again, I’m not in this match to win. I’m not trying to take a win away from you before you get it, like Kole would do. If you beat me personally, I’ll give you credit where credits due. But as much as you want to shut me up and prove to yourself that you can beat me, you can’t even comprehend how much more I want to end the career of Jack Manson. For me this isn’t about winning or losing, or even the stables, for me, this is a matter of making someone pay for what they put my family through. You don’t **** with someone’s family AJ. I think you’ll understand that.
( Angel gets up out of the chair. )
Angel: Shell, I don’t have the patience to talk about Ace, could you do it please?
Shelly: Angel, baby, it would be my honor. Ace, it’s amazing, truly, everytime we think you can’t possibly get any dumber, you manage to pull something out of your ass and wave it around like “I’M A RETARD! LOOK EVERYONE! I’M A *** damn ****ING RETARD! I THROW **** AT THE WALLS AND HOPE SOMETHING STICKS! I DRESS UP LIKE A DORK AND MAKE OUT LANDISH CLAIMS! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
( Shelly just looks at the camera with a wholly un amused look on her face. )
Shelly: As much as I would enjoy taking every little thing you said and just turn it up side down on itself, like you TRY to do, I don’t have that kind of TV time to waste on you Ace. You reach into the dark of your mind and you try in vain to find something to say to us that will make the slightest bit of sense. Your in a match, not a tag match, with a man you have minimal success with, facing off against not one, not two, but SEVERAL people who have beaten you one on one. And despite your “LOGIC” of thinking singles wins don’t matter, all these people who have beaten you, KNOW how to get the job done, they know your weaknesses, when all you know how to do is sound like a complete moron.
Angel: You know what Ace, I could have pinned anyone I wanted in that match, anyone. I went with AJ because I just love beating him. It’s fun. It makes me feel all warm inside when I have him underneath me. Yeah, I know, it sounded gay, and I meant it too.
( Shelly tilts her head at Angel. )
Angel: Why? Because I’m trying to give you something to say that will make sense. Atleast if you call me gay next time you’ll have something I like to call PROOF! Where as it stands, you have nothing to back up your outlandish claims. Ace when are you going to wake up? WHEN!? I don’t know what matches you watch, or where you think you wrestle, or who you think is in this match, but this is nCw, you are wrestling the best of the best, and this Sunday, the Corporate Empire is going to fall for the last time.
( Angel walks over to Shelly’s desk and picks up a picture. He shows the picture to the camera, it’s an ensemble shot of the main cast of the “Golden Girls.” )
Angel: You look at this picture and you see the “Golden Girls.” I look at this picture and I see the Corporate Empire. Like I already said, Kole is Bea Arthur. Now I’ll explain how. Bea Arthur is a big, intimidating, somewhat mean lady, especially on the show “Golden Girls.” Dorothy was kind of a bitch, a tough bitch, but she was their “leader” like Kole. But at the end of the day she was still nothing with out everyone else, and in the broad scheme of things she was a failure, most of all at life, just like Kole.
Steve would be Blanche. A self obsessed whore. Period.
Ace… Well Ace would be Rose, Betty White. Why? Because on the show she was a complete ****ing retard, and all the other cast members couldn’t stand her eighty percent of the time.
Now that leaves one cast member. Sophia, Estelle Getty. She’s actually dead… JUST LIKE JFK’S CAREER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!![colorf=red]
( Angel falls back down to the psychiatrist chair laughing. )
Angel:[/color] Honestly though, I loved the show when I was a kid, just like the Empire used to be the ****, but now I’m just sick of the same old ****. Except for Awesome, the only one of you who is still the man. The rest of you should just go hang yourselves before it’s too late.
( Angel throws the picture some place. )
Angel:You know what, It was wrong of me to call you the “Golden Girls” because your not, your more like the short lived “Golden Palace” which was a really ****ty spin off of the “Golden Girls,” much like your only a ****ty spin off of Davey Ortega’s original idea. Either way, this Sunday I’m going to be standing in the ring with Bea Arthur and Betty White and I’m going to laugh my ass off as they try to prove to the world that they, like Steve Awesome, actually matter in the grand scheme of things.
( Once again Angel takes a standing position, Shelly tossing the clip board and standing up next to her husband. She lovingly wraps her arms around his shoulders. )
Angel: That only leaves me with Jackhammer to talk about. But you know what Hammer, I said what I needed to say to you. Unlike Ace who wants to call your title reign insignificant or Kole who just wants to pretend you’re a bigger retard than he is, I’m well aware of how dangerous you can be. I’m well aware of how hard you fought to get what rightfully belongs to Falcon. I can only hope when all is said and done you will do what’s right Hammer. You owe Falcon a shot.
And I can’t wait to see the two of you finally go at it one on one, it will be a sight to see. But before that happens, I’m telling you right now, you will have to deal with me. You will pay for the sins of your fallen brother. You will pay me in full Hammer. I trusted you Hammer. I saw in you a man of integrity, a man far greater than myself. I saw in you a true savior of the nCw. I saw a man who when it was all said and done would step forward and lead nCw into a new age. I know my ways are flawed, I know where the road I’m taking goes. I thought you were going to take the high road Hammer, and lead your friends to a victory I could never imagine.
I was never so wrong about one person. Your as worthless as everyone else in nCw and that is why you will fail and fall and lay broken before me. I will not stop until I finish what I’ve started. I’m telling you now, I have only just begun.
( Fade out. )
“I heard a noise, a loud banging noise, it startled me right out of bed. I sat strait up, I looked around. The clock said it was 3 AM. My brother was still sound asleep next to me. I tried to wake him, but he just rolled over. Then I heard it again, it sounded like… Screaming.”
“I was worried the noise would wake my parents or that they would be mad I was awake, so I crept from my room. But as I went to pass by their room I looked in and saw that there was no one there. Where were they? I didn’t know. Then I heard the scream again, it was coming from down stairs. Slowly I walked down the steps into the kitchen. No one there.”
“The scream was louder this time, but it was also more muffled. I looked to the door that led to the basement. It must be coming from down there. I opened the door and slowly I walked down those steps. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to think. Was dad mad again? Was he hurting mom? Had someone broken in?”
“All the lights were off, I could hardly see a thing. As I walked through the darkness I noticed a light flickering from the spare bed room. I wasn’t sure if I should open the door or not. I almost ran away right there, go right back to bed. I was four years old at the time, I had no idea what I was about to see. The only things I knew were that both of my parents were gone, someone was screaming down here and there was someone in this room.”
“I reached out, I took the knob, I turned and opened that door. I should have never of opened that door. Maybe if I hadn’t things could have been different. It’s too late to think about that. I opened the door and saw the last thing I expected.”
“A women gagged and tied down to the spare bed, naked. Six men stood around the bed, all of them wearing black robs and pig masks. It was horrifying. Then I looked closer, the women was my mother. One of the men stepped in front of her, he dropped his rob and… He mounted her.”
“It was quick and obviously painful. For a minute I was baffled, I didn’t know what to do. Then another one of them dropped his rob and went before her. I couldn’t take it. I let out a blood curdling scream. All of them turned, my mother lifted her head. They all just looked at me. One of them removed his mask, it hit the floor… It was my father.”
“He grabbed me by the throat and dragged me up stairs. I honestly don’t remember much of what happened next. I know at some point my head struck something hard, like the wall. After that it comes and goes.”
“I remember him standing over me, I remember him hitting me, I remember pain unlike I have ever known. Then it was over. I was in my bed, clean, clothed, and wrapped in a blanket. Both of my parents sat on the bed telling me I was okay. That it was all just a dream. They sat with me until the sun came up, telling me how special I was and that no devil from my dream would take me away. I almost believed them… Until my brother asked me where I went last night. Then I knew.”
“Everyone tried to pretend that nothing happened. That I had never seen anything. My mother always just shrugged my questions off, pretending to be some good natured woman. Maybe she was later in life, I don’t know and I never will.”
“I know he wants back in my life and I know... I know I don’t trust him how could I? But there is something going on here bigger than me, and he knows what it is, and if I want to know I’m going to have to ask him. Whatever he has planned, whatever it is that he wants, I’m going to find out, and if I don’t like it, if it’s something that’s going to hurt me, I will do what my mother said she was going to do a long time I ago. I will kill Thomas Reign.”
( Climbing, and climbing and climbing. Reaching for something that is almost within our reach. Looking down, it’s a long, painful fall. Looking up and seeing the future. Climbing. Almost to the top, to the ceiling. Reaching and reaching. We have to reach the top. Everything you have been working for has been for this moment.
You reach the top, you look down, you see a fall that could be the end of a life time, the epic fall from grace and back to the hell you just escaped. You look up again and you see the ceiling, it’s right there, so close, you know you have to break through it. You’ve escaped your hell, you’ve broken free.
Then, as you prepare for what is going to the moment that defines you for the rest of your life.
Falling and falling.
Something, someone, pushed you and now you are plummeting back to the Earth, back to Hell. Everything flashes before your eyes, you see the ceiling getting farther and farther away. You think just before you hit that maybe it won’t hurt like you think it’s going to. You turn attempting to avoid breaking your neck.
Crash.
You crash through, you go farther down than where you started, you land in the burning depths of Hell. The devil standing over you laughing and celebrating your final fall from grace. You try to look up but you can no longer see the ceiling, all you see is the shadows laughing. Then it’s all gone.
Your dead.
Or not awake. Either way you know that it’s all over. Everything you fought for has come to an end. Your battle is over and you know you should give up. You don’t however. You get up, you stand before the devil and you spit in his face. Then you turn your back on him, you walk away, ignoring his threats. You begin the slow climb back, planning your vengeance.
Someone will pay, and that’s the only thing on your mind. You feel what you were slipping away, you feel your old self dying. You feel the arrogance and the cockiness going away, you feel the darkness in your heart growing. You feel the hatred swelling. As it grows you can only think about one person.
You wake up in a hospital, this was no dream, it all happened, and all you can think about is…
Jack Manson.
With everything else in your life, everything else that’s going on, you can’t shake the thought of Jack Manson. Of how he must of followed you up the tron. How he must have been right behind you. How, while you were preparing to jump off and put an end to Xavier Williams once and for all, Jack Manson was pulling himself up behind and just waiting for the rest of his plan to come to fruition. With a single gesture it was all over before you knew it.
Jack Manson. This Sunday is going to be a long, hard night, filled with pain, blood and screams. No one is going to walk away the same in this match. Losing is not really an option for anyone. Jack Manson walking away, isn’t one for us. )
( The scene changes from the previous sequence to a office scene. There is a large desk covered in papers with a computer on it. No one sits at the desk. We turn to see Shelly, wearing a business out fit sitting in a comfortable looking arm chair, she’s holding a clip board and a pen. Angel lays before her, wearing cut off forest camo pants and a black basket ball jersey with a red design on the front “666.” He’s laying on one of those real nice looking psychiatrist chairs. Angel looks over to the camera as he continues talking to Shelly. )
Angel: Am I crazy? Well let’s see… What do you think Shelly, am I nuts? Psycho? Tweaked?
Shelly: I’d say off balanced.
Angel: I like that. It makes me sound crazy without out right calling me crazy. See the thing is AJ, I went crazy a few years ago and that’s how I meet my darling wife. She was my psychiatrist. When I got all better we got hitched.
Shelly: You make it sound so romantic.
Angel: In fact, I think I still have the piece of paper they gave me telling me I’m a certified nut case. If you want to see it, your welcome to come to my house and see it.
Shelly: I don’t know why but he loves to show that thing off. Personally I’d hide it somewhere.
Angel: Shell, I got a piece of paper that says I’m completely crazy, then people accuse me of it and I can take that paper out and be like “Yeah, see it says so right here.” And there like “****.” Completely shots their insult all to hell.
Shelly: Or you just give their insult some merit.
Angel: Either way. What does it matter to me anyways? I’m just going to do or say something stupid anyways, atleast in the eyes of AJ Phoenix, so why bother saying things? Maybe I should just shut up.
Shelly: Are you gonna be like this all day?
Angel: Probably not. The thing about it is this. AJ… I’m far from being best friends with Xavier. And trust me I don’t just do things to shock people I’m not a *** damn toy monkey, you don’t turn the crank and I bang the drums. I still hate Xavier Williams, with a passion. What you missed, what you failed to understand is, Xavier Williams is… NOTHING.
( Angel looks dumbfounded at the camera like a little kid that just realized there’s gum in the center of his lolly pop. )
Angel: You see AJ, your massive intellect failed to grasp the fact that I was telling Xavier that he was never able to do anything to me by himself, and the things he takes credit for, were not by his direct doing or planning. He likes to take credit for my wife and I almost splitting up, which was more because I ignored her than him doing anything to me. He likes to take credit for winning the X-Division title when you’ve wasted more than enough breath saying how he won it. ALL I was trying to say was, I’m past it.
( Again, the shocked look. Angel reaches down and picks up a drum and two sticks. He starts banging on them like a robot, Shelly shakes her head. He tosses the drum. )
Angel: Where as you and everyone else still likes to go on and on about all the same bull**** about Xavier Williams and his inability at beating me, I decided I’d go a different route. You see AJ, before you got here, Xavier was where your at. He was a rising star. He was the next big thing. Even when he was Reckless Jack’s bitch, he was still a rising star, then he let it all go to hell and became Spike’s bitch. He let Spike do everything for him, he obeyed his every command, Xavier went from being a lot like you to being a lot like a Spike clone. And now he is completely lost. He looks to Manson and see’s a nothing, worthless, shell of a man, he looks to Rob and probably just see’s a complete retard. I’m far from liking Xavier, AJ, but I would love to see him become what he once was, and that my dear friend AJ, is competition.
( Angel covers his mouth. Then sits up on the chair. )
Angel: Truth be told AJ, I’m starting to really like you. At first I thought you were some undeserving punk. Then I got in the ring with you, you earned my respect. Then we had another match, and you forgot that as much as I may or may not respect you, I’m still an asshole, so you got all insulted and basically PMSed all over my TV screen. Now here we are again, and there you are, telling me everything you’ve said before and promising me something different. AJ, I know this is a different match, I know I don’t win every match, and I know there is a 50/50 chance that either Lethal Intent will win or the Social Enemies will win. I’m not as stupid as you’d like to think I am. What you don’t understand AJ, as much as I’d love to just destroy you a third time, only to take you on a fourth time and win that title again, I’m not in this match to win. I’m not trying to take a win away from you before you get it, like Kole would do. If you beat me personally, I’ll give you credit where credits due. But as much as you want to shut me up and prove to yourself that you can beat me, you can’t even comprehend how much more I want to end the career of Jack Manson. For me this isn’t about winning or losing, or even the stables, for me, this is a matter of making someone pay for what they put my family through. You don’t **** with someone’s family AJ. I think you’ll understand that.
( Angel gets up out of the chair. )
Angel: Shell, I don’t have the patience to talk about Ace, could you do it please?
Shelly: Angel, baby, it would be my honor. Ace, it’s amazing, truly, everytime we think you can’t possibly get any dumber, you manage to pull something out of your ass and wave it around like “I’M A RETARD! LOOK EVERYONE! I’M A *** damn ****ING RETARD! I THROW **** AT THE WALLS AND HOPE SOMETHING STICKS! I DRESS UP LIKE A DORK AND MAKE OUT LANDISH CLAIMS! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
( Shelly just looks at the camera with a wholly un amused look on her face. )
Shelly: As much as I would enjoy taking every little thing you said and just turn it up side down on itself, like you TRY to do, I don’t have that kind of TV time to waste on you Ace. You reach into the dark of your mind and you try in vain to find something to say to us that will make the slightest bit of sense. Your in a match, not a tag match, with a man you have minimal success with, facing off against not one, not two, but SEVERAL people who have beaten you one on one. And despite your “LOGIC” of thinking singles wins don’t matter, all these people who have beaten you, KNOW how to get the job done, they know your weaknesses, when all you know how to do is sound like a complete moron.
Angel: You know what Ace, I could have pinned anyone I wanted in that match, anyone. I went with AJ because I just love beating him. It’s fun. It makes me feel all warm inside when I have him underneath me. Yeah, I know, it sounded gay, and I meant it too.
( Shelly tilts her head at Angel. )
Angel: Why? Because I’m trying to give you something to say that will make sense. Atleast if you call me gay next time you’ll have something I like to call PROOF! Where as it stands, you have nothing to back up your outlandish claims. Ace when are you going to wake up? WHEN!? I don’t know what matches you watch, or where you think you wrestle, or who you think is in this match, but this is nCw, you are wrestling the best of the best, and this Sunday, the Corporate Empire is going to fall for the last time.
( Angel walks over to Shelly’s desk and picks up a picture. He shows the picture to the camera, it’s an ensemble shot of the main cast of the “Golden Girls.” )
Angel: You look at this picture and you see the “Golden Girls.” I look at this picture and I see the Corporate Empire. Like I already said, Kole is Bea Arthur. Now I’ll explain how. Bea Arthur is a big, intimidating, somewhat mean lady, especially on the show “Golden Girls.” Dorothy was kind of a bitch, a tough bitch, but she was their “leader” like Kole. But at the end of the day she was still nothing with out everyone else, and in the broad scheme of things she was a failure, most of all at life, just like Kole.
Steve would be Blanche. A self obsessed whore. Period.
Ace… Well Ace would be Rose, Betty White. Why? Because on the show she was a complete ****ing retard, and all the other cast members couldn’t stand her eighty percent of the time.
Now that leaves one cast member. Sophia, Estelle Getty. She’s actually dead… JUST LIKE JFK’S CAREER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!![colorf=red]
( Angel falls back down to the psychiatrist chair laughing. )
Angel:[/color] Honestly though, I loved the show when I was a kid, just like the Empire used to be the ****, but now I’m just sick of the same old ****. Except for Awesome, the only one of you who is still the man. The rest of you should just go hang yourselves before it’s too late.
( Angel throws the picture some place. )
Angel:You know what, It was wrong of me to call you the “Golden Girls” because your not, your more like the short lived “Golden Palace” which was a really ****ty spin off of the “Golden Girls,” much like your only a ****ty spin off of Davey Ortega’s original idea. Either way, this Sunday I’m going to be standing in the ring with Bea Arthur and Betty White and I’m going to laugh my ass off as they try to prove to the world that they, like Steve Awesome, actually matter in the grand scheme of things.
( Once again Angel takes a standing position, Shelly tossing the clip board and standing up next to her husband. She lovingly wraps her arms around his shoulders. )
Angel: That only leaves me with Jackhammer to talk about. But you know what Hammer, I said what I needed to say to you. Unlike Ace who wants to call your title reign insignificant or Kole who just wants to pretend you’re a bigger retard than he is, I’m well aware of how dangerous you can be. I’m well aware of how hard you fought to get what rightfully belongs to Falcon. I can only hope when all is said and done you will do what’s right Hammer. You owe Falcon a shot.
And I can’t wait to see the two of you finally go at it one on one, it will be a sight to see. But before that happens, I’m telling you right now, you will have to deal with me. You will pay for the sins of your fallen brother. You will pay me in full Hammer. I trusted you Hammer. I saw in you a man of integrity, a man far greater than myself. I saw in you a true savior of the nCw. I saw a man who when it was all said and done would step forward and lead nCw into a new age. I know my ways are flawed, I know where the road I’m taking goes. I thought you were going to take the high road Hammer, and lead your friends to a victory I could never imagine.
I was never so wrong about one person. Your as worthless as everyone else in nCw and that is why you will fail and fall and lay broken before me. I will not stop until I finish what I’ve started. I’m telling you now, I have only just begun.
( Fade out. )