Post by Angel on Aug 24, 2008 0:51:36 GMT -6
“Jack Manson”
“The only thing I can think about lately is Jack Manson.”
“He’s everywhere I go, everyone I see. I just can’t escape his face.”
Angel measures up to leap, when suddenly Maniac comes out of nowhere and pulls Xavier Williams off the table, Angel curses his brother in law, when suddenly, he tumbles from the nCw-Tron, and somersaults thru the two tables, which shatter violently with Angel falling from such a height, when the camera expands up to reveal another member of Social Distortion in Jack Manson
“Over and over it replays in my mind like a bad movie. It won’t go away. Nothing will make it go away.”
Angel body just twitches on the ground, as Maniac helps keep Xavier up, so he doesn’t get counted, Mitch Kennedy, doesn’t want to count., however due to the nature of this match, has no choice to do so…One…Two…Three
“Some will tell you that I deserved that. That after everything I’ve done around here it was about time someone stepped forward and shut me up.”
our…Five…Jack Manson, is signaling up on the tron, for the official to count faster, when somehow, someway…Angel hand reaches up to the sky, trying to signal, he’s not out of this fight yet….Six…Seven…Angel body begins to kick somehow, showing he’s attempting to get up, as Maniac holds the knocked out Xavier up, about to lose his cool…Eight…Angel rolls over and gets to a knee….Nine….Angel goes to pull himself up…but falls down, being too weak from all the blood loss, and the horrible fall he just took.
“How could someone deserve that? What could I have done that was so horrible my career was almost ended? All I’ve done since I got to nCw was wrestle, and call out people on their bull****. Because I’m right most of the time, because I’m good, because I bring something to the table that most people can only dream about, I deserve to have my career nearly ended?”
3 Stars and 1 Sun begins to play, as Mitch Kennedy calls for the bell, and relucntly gives the championship to Xavier Williams, as Jack Manson, begins to climb back down to where his fellow stable members are. As Maniac, holds up Xavier Williams, as Manson simply nods, and points them to the back, where he stands over the fallen Angel.
“My daughter nearly lost her father that night, my wife was nearly widowed, if it wasn’t for dumb luck I wouldn’t be here right now. That’s why I have to give thanks to dumb luck. Through shear will I managed to turn myself just right. Now I get to sit here, my back still in a great deal of pain. I don’t take the pills the doctor gave me, I don’t want to forget. That’s the thing about it.”
EMTS rush over to Angel, who is still trying to get to his feet, his body extremely damanged, as rage fills his eyes as he sees Manson in front of him, Angel tries to push away the EMT’s, but has lost state…Manson hovers over Angel and spits on him, as The General and his squad come out to the area, to force Manson to go backstage, so no more can be done to the fallen Angel.
“I want the rage, I want the hatred, I want the pain. I want it all to remain with me just like when it first happened. I don’t want to ever forget that night, not for as long as I live. To forget, to move on, would be to allow myself to become weak. To become weak would be to invite such an act again. And trust me, that will never happen again. I will make sure of it.”
Angel curses his brother in law, when suddenly, he tumbles from the nCw-Tron, and somersaults thru the two tables, which shatter violently with Angel falling from such a height, when the camera expands up to reveal another member of Social Distortion in Jack Manson.
“I hope you come to remember that image like I do, Jack. That one act of desperation on your part, that one last ditch effort to make Social Distortion matter will all have been for nothing, Jack. You came for me, you tried to do the unthinkable, and that’s take me out. I won’t say the old cliché of you woke up the lion, or let out the monster. No Jack, because that wouldn’t even begin to describe how I feel. You see deep inside of me Jack, in a place I don’t like to go, there lives another Angel. An Angel who was raised on violence, hate and anger. An Angel who loves the thought of pain and the sight of blood. There lives an Angel that so desperately wants to come out and play with Jack Manson.”
“Can he come out and play Jack?”
“You people, friends, family, enemies and fans, you all have your own little belief about me, and whether or not what you think is right or wrong doesn’t matter, all that really matters is that I know who I am. I know what I can do. I know what I’m going to do and I know I’m going to regret it. I’m just going to have to deal with it. That’s the thing about me, no matter how horrible I am or how bad I become, or what atrocious act I commit, I know I can deal with it. You tried to take me out to benefit your “stable.” I’m going to take you out Jack, if for nothing more than you failed to finish the job. You should always finish the job Jack. Because sometimes, if you don’t, it’ll come back, face to face, and break your little neck.”
( An emptiness fills the room. Before us stands a shadow. A shadow we know all too well. He comes forward into the light, he’s Jack Manson. The anger rushes to your face before you can even react. Your hands move quicker than your brain. You go at him.
He moves, or at least you think he has, because he’s further away. You run, hard, you will not allow him to escape. He keeps getting further away the harder you run. This is impossible, but yet it’s happening.
Then out of no where your blind sided, you look up and you see Xavier Williams. A man you know better than some of your closest friends. You think “Fine, I’ll deal with him first.” You move, he moves. The two of you lock up. He goes for a head lock, you know it’s coming. You reverse it, he was expecting that, but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to play dirty as you rake his eyes then ram two fingers into his throat.
He goes down, Manson laughs from far off. You move again towards him. No longer is he getting further away. You get closer, closer, you can almost reach out and grab him by his throat.
Kole Kaos and the Ace. Thorns in your side. They come out of no where. Not to help Manson, no they hate him almost as much as you do. Their here simply to prove to the world that your wrong. Deep down you know you should shut them up, but right now you can’t worry about it. Let them have their fantasies. It means nothing to you.
You try to shove past them, they are determined to keep you there. Ace tries for an obvious clothesline, one you have ample time to duck. Kole comes right in with one of his own, as if you didn’t just duck one. The two of them collide; Kole immediately wants to remove Ace’s head for his ignorance. You take the distraction and low blow Ace before head butting Kole as hard as possible. They both go down.
Again you move towards Manson. You can’t even take it anymore, you need to destroy him. It’s not even something to consider, it must be done. You can’t get on with your life until you know you’ve made him pay.
But some people can’t just leave well enough alone. AJ Phoenix, the hungry young lion who wants nothing more than the pleasure of beating you one on one. You respect him if for nothing more than his courage, though you won’t tell him that, it’s too much fun watching him get all huffy about whatever insult you came up with this week.
His own partner makes his way in now, Jackhammer. The man’s big, anyone in their right mind wouldn’t even attempt to mess with this guy. Maybe if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t either, who knows. All you know is that both of them have just come in between you and Manson, and that is not acceptable.
Before you can take the next step a blue blur comes along and suddenly Jackhammer is on his back. Out of nowhere Falcon swantons the fallen Hammer. He gets up and stands right by your side.
You have never been so happy to have someone at your side, not because he’s a lackey, not because he idolizes you, only because he is your friend and he knows you’d do the same for him.
Together with Falcon you make your move on AJ. Falcon manages to tie AJ up in a full nelson, he tells you to go, take care of Manson. You don’t want to leave him, you know the others will be back soon, you know you should stay, but you’ve been waiting too long for this.
You leave Falcon behind. You turn back only once, he’s been surrounded by Kole, Ace, Xavier and Jackhammer. You want to go back, you know you should go back, you may have just cost yourself this match, but Manson is right there, mocking you, like he mocked you that day; Spitting at you like he spit at you that day. You have to do this and Falcon understands that.
You catch him, corner him, he has nowhere else to go. He looks you right in the eyes as you wrap your right hand around his throat. You begin to squeeze as his face goes red, and then it starts to fade. He’s trying to choke something out, trying to say something. You don’t care, you tighten your grip. He claws at you, it hurts, he hits you, it hurts more, but right now, the way you feel, you know nothing could make you let him go. Then he says it, he gets out what he needed to say to you. )
“I have a tumor… I’m dying.“
( You don’t understand, the room starts spinning, you fall back, never releasing the hold, but you can’t hold on, you can’t see, you don’t know what’s happening.
It stops, you wake up, you’re in bed, Shelly next to you. Tucked in between the two of you is little Hayleigh. You’re drenched in sweat.
You get up, you don’t understand the dream you’ve just had, and it doesn’t make any sense. Suddenly you get up; you think “I should check the mail.”
You head for the door and you find a single letter on the ground, it’s addressed to you and it’s from him… Thomas Reign… Your father…. Scene fades. )
“What’s in a dream anyways? Do the things you see really matter? Should you look into them? I mean, he couldn’t really be dying, that doesn’t make any sense. Then again, why wait so long to contact me? I just, I just don’t think I’m ready to forgive him. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. What am I supposed to say to him? Ask him about the Red Sox game? What if he has a new family? What if he had more kids? What if I’m just ****ing crazy and this has all been some elaborate dream or game?”
“What if he is really dying? What if that’s what my dream was about? All this time I’ve been worrying about Manson, all this time I’ve been thinking about my revenge, and my father who has been missing from my life for twenty six years is in a hospital somewhere just waiting for his son to come and see him before he goes. What if I wait too long? He could die and I could never know the truth. All I have is what I was told and so far everything I’ve been told was a lie. I need the truth, everyone needs the truth…”
“When I get there, when I see him… Will I let him live long enough to tell the truth is the question?”
( The Social Enemies private locker room within the Georgia Dome in Atlanta. Directly in front of the camera Angel sits in a steel chair. He’s wearing what will probably be his ring attire, loose fitting black cargo pants with a red Scythe with Angel wings on either pant leg, a black chain hanging off the loops, a Social Enemies Tee with the sleeves cut off, and a Slipknot Hoodie, un zipped. He looks at the floor as he begins to speak. )
Angel: I don’t know what I’m doing here. Honestly. I’m not ****ing around. I keep reading the websites online, and hearing people in the back talk, and they keep saying the same thing.
“I’m holding Falcon back.”
Really? I didn’t know I was. I didn’t mean too. Falcon… Man. After everything we’ve been through. As enemies and as friends. It’s unreal. Four years ago I tried to end his career, six months ago I tried to end his career, and about three months ago he pulled me out of a river after a failed suicide attempt. Somehow, he was able to forgive me, to move on, and to even stand by my side and trust me. He knows I’m not one to stab someone in the back I guess, he knows if I want you dead I’ll stab you right in the face.
I’m gonna throw this out there, you’ll make fun of it, and I don’t care. If Falcon ever betrayed me, abandoned me, or just plain forgot about me, I’d be ruined. The man is like my counter balance. Seriously. All the things I say or do, I run past him. It’s odd really. I’ll cut a promo and be like “Kyle did you like that one insult?” And sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t. Then I get these ideas, I give them to him, and see what he says. I told him I was tired of being ignored, of us being ignored, he was all for all out war.
But forget about wrestling and promos and my on air persona of a pompous asshole. Kyle is a part of my family, and like any family, I try to help him the way he helps me. I would do anything for him, all he has to do is ask.
And even though he hasn’t, I know he’s going to.
Pretty soon… The Social Enemies are going to die. I’m going to move on to whatever I’m going to do next, Talon is going to become the man he was in PWW, Everyman will finally take the spot light, and Falcon… Falcon is going to do what he always does, shock the entire world. If someone were to ask me, which one of us will be World Champion first, I’d bet all my money on Falcon. I know I’m good, but the **** he can do, as well as I know him, you still can’t predict the little bastard’s next move.
I don’t want to disband, I don’t want to move on, I don’t want to have to evolve yet. I know what I’m becoming, I know where I’m going to end up, and it’s going to be on opposite sides of the ring with Falcon. I know I’m going to disappoint him.
I’m afraid really. Afraid that when the Enemies are gone, Falcon will forget about me and I’ll finish my transition into this evil and hateful creature I am becoming. He is probably the only thing that keeps me grounded. Shelly is an enabler, sorry babe, I love you. Talon honestly doesn’t care, he just doesn’t want to be on my bad side, sorry dude, Joe, I think he’s about to kick my ass really, but Falcon, he’s the only one who will slap me across the face and tell me flat out, “Stop it.” And I’m always like “Ok.”
I’ll give you the option Kyle. And please listen to me right now. Don’t listen to the fans, or anyone else, look inside, listen to your heart.
When Sunday has come and gone, when the war fare is over, win or lose, if you want to move on, then please move on. I would hate for you to stay by my side and end up hating me for it. And I’d rather split while we’re still friends then wait for something to come between us. Don’t answer me yet, we’ll have time to talk about it later, I just wanted to let you know now, before the match, that you don’t have to do this for me, or for the fans, just do what you gotta do for yourself.
( Angel finally looks up from the floor, his heart felt speech to Falcon is over. He knows he may have just set into motion a chain of events that will end with Angel once again standing alone in a wrestling ring. He also knows that he may have just made a decision that Falcon may have never come to on his own. Shelly finally steps in from off camera. She stands behind Angel and begins to rub his shoulders. )
Angel: As for everyone else, I’m not going to waste your time with more of the same. I’ve listened to what you all had to say.
Kole, what would you like me to say to you? Would you really like me to take everything you said and rip it apart and spit it back in your face? I’m tired of that Kole. I’m so tired of that game. If you and your “friends” want to play that game, play it. It’s old and it’s boring.
You know what Kole… Your right about me, everything you said. Does that make you feel better? I’m not crazy, I’m not unbeatable, I’m not even attractive, I don’t have millions of dollars, I’m not all that great at actual wrestling, and my accomplishments are few and far between. I have what some people call “Bursts” of greatness. I do really good for a period then I crash and burn. Story of my career.
So say what you want Kole. Accuse me of what you want. From here on out I will accept whatever you have to say as truth, anything, no really, go ahead and make a stupid joke, I don’t care anymore.
I have to tell you the truth though. I’m not focused on you, I’m not even worried about you. I know I should be. I know I should be planning for everything that could possibly go wrong. I know I should tell Talon and Joe to be ready. But I have a different idea this weekend.
**** it.
I’m in this match for one reason and you all know what it is. If you said winning, you’d be dead wrong.
You want another chance at me Kole, you wanna beat me one on one? Anytime, any place. Name it. Don’t just sit there and talk about bull**** like you accuse me of, prove it. If you can’t prove it then shut the **** up. I’ll be waiting for a date and time asshole.
( Angel tilts his head back to look at Shelly. She rubs his checks before they engage in a romantic, upside down kiss. He looks back to the camera. )
Angel: Ace. You are finally starting to show the world what your really capable of. When I first got here, you were definitely just a running gag that pretty much everyone thought was hilarious, except you of course. Now you’ve become something wholly different. A tired act.
But seriously Ace. I’m just plain sick of you. I’ve had to listen to you for a few weeks now, and it’s all I can bare. Right now, the things you said are passing through my brain, I’m thinking about just ripping you apart verbally about it, but I just don’t see the point. You’d just ignore it and come to some new conclusion.
The Golden Girls….. Really, no one thought it was funny? I did… I guess you had to be a fan of the show. I actually knew you guys would get a real good rise out of it and probably come up with some funny retorts, so far… You all failed me miserably. Perhaps I expect too much of you. Maybe I don’t expect enough.
Two weeks ago, Ace, you showed me a side of you I have never seen. You were hurt, your friend had died, you were ready to go to war for him. I did not know him, but to make you feel the way you did, he must have been a great friend. But in that moment, perhaps the weakest moment any man can find himself in, you showed me something I did not think existed in you. You showed me an inner strength. For a moment Ace, I was afraid of you. Worried about what you were going to do.
I don’t know what happened in the time between that promo and the match, but you lost that fire. I will tell you only once Ace. Bring me the fire, otherwise, go with plan B and just shot yourself in the head. Go home and die.
( Just taking a breather for a moment as Angel gathers his thoughts, moving on to his next opponent and team. )
Angel: For maybe the first time in Jackhammer’s entire career he was the original one. Instead of just telling us what we’ve already heard, he didn’t tell us anything. Thank you Jackhammer. I appreciate the fact that you don’t wish to bore us beyond belief. Some people won’t rest until they see the gun against our heads. I myself have been accused of that very thing.
I will tell you this Jackhammer. You need to stop playing around with your EX and get ready for Sunday. Even though my thoughts are not centered on you or your partner, my head is still in the game. And there will be several other men who will be jumping at the chance to be the guy to take you out. A pin fall over you is almost a guaranteed title shot. You’re going to have to watch your back Sunday, I wouldn’t leave it to AJ to do. He’s only there for his own personal glory, the truth is written on his face.
He spews Lethal Intent Rhetoric, but when all is said and done, he is still only talking about himself and what he wants. He cares not for your fate Jackhammer, not like I do. I wish I could promise you that I’ll be done with you this Sunday. That when this match is over you will have paid the debt Prophet owes me. But sadly you will not. There will be too many men between you and me to make that promise. Too many variables. I will get what is owed to me, and that is a match full of blood and pain.
But until then Jackhammer, try and stay alive, I don’t want you checking out on me too, then I’d have to transfer the debt to AJ Phoenix, and I think he’d enjoy me having it out for him way too much.
I love that there is someone in nCw who so badly wants to defeat me fair and square. You have no idea really. It’s such a change of pace. Most people are content with “A” win over me, despite how they get it. But this guy, he is determined to do it all by himself. Well you know what AJ?
( Golf clap. )
Angel: If you really want to face me again and earn that title of yours the way you should have earned it, next week on Collision, you and me, one on one. Non title. I already told you once I don’t want the X-Division title back. And that is the simple truth. You can have it. But I understand how important it is to know that you can beat someone, and as much as I mock you and make fun of you, I respect that.
Next week AJ, you and me, one more time.
( Angel runs his hands over his hair, as dread locks are not exactly the easiest thing to run your hands through to begin with. )
Angel: I know it’s wrong and I know it’s not right, but I think I’m actually starting to develop a soft spot for Xavier Williams.
It’s not that I don’t want to see his life slowly drift out of his eyes as I strangle him, it’s just, you reach a point with some people where there is nothing left but raw emotion.
There are no more insults, no more rhetoric, no more mindless games. We just get in the ring and we go at it. Two alpha males that can never seem to settle their disputes.
I can’t imagine a world without you Xavier. I really can’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m not afraid to try it out.
We’ll step into the ring very shortly and even though there will be six other men in there that will surly get in our way, we will eventually get our hands on each other. We, at some point, will rekindle the hatred that lurks just beneath our skin, and we will begin to rip each other to pieces.
I just need to ask you one favor. Please wait until I’ve finished with Jack Manson. That’s it. All you have to do is not ruin this for me Xavier, and then you can do whatever you want to me. You want to finally score a real pin fall over me, you want to end my career, you want to just beat me endlessly, do it. I don’t even care anymore. Death would be a release for me at this point, but before I go…
Jack Manson.
I don’t care about your excuses, your reasons, or what you think is going to happen to me, to you, after this match is over.
Despite what you thought you were doing, you could have killed me.
I will not fail where you did Jack.
Xavier once accused me of not being able to pull the trigger, of not being able to do what needs to be done.
That Angel died at Last Stand. That Angel did not get up. All you have is me Jack. Like I’ve been trying to tell everyone, I’m not the same person the people once loved, my family once loved, and my friends once loved. You tried to kill me, no matter how you look at it. Not for a match, not for a title. You just strait up tried to kill me.
If you die at Battle Grounds, by my hands or someone else’s, I will shed no tears. I’m telling you right now Jack, no gimmicks, no filler, no bull****.
I’m coming to Battle Grounds with one thing in mind…
Watching you die…
( Angel gets up out of the chair, a man has walked into the room. He wears a long dark coat and pants, his head is shaved bald. A fresh scar can be seen on his head. He looks at Angel, Angel looks at him. Shelly looks worried. Angel steps forward, the man opens his arms, he hopes that Angel will embrace him, maybe even love him. Angel drops his head and sighs. His hands move like lighting, and the man has no time to react as Angel wraps his right hand around the man’s throat. He jacks him up against the wall and begins to squeeze. The man is trying to say something. Angel screams and continues to squeeze. He’s trying so hard to say something, the audio is cut as Shelly does everything she can to get Angel off. Finally the man gets enough air to say it. )
“I have a tumor… I’m dying… Son…”
( Angel looks into his eyes, he looks at the scar and lets him go. )
Angel: Your dying?
“Yes son, I’m dying, that’s why I wanted to see you. They couldn’t get the whole thing; they said it’s only a matter of months. I didn’t want to die knowing I hadn’t even tried to be a part of your life again.”
Angel: Your dying?
“ Yes, didn’t you hear me? Son, I have something I need to say.”
Angel: Me first.
( Angel looks his father in the eyes. His hatred gone. He just stares blankly at him. )
“What son?”
Angel: I’ll see you in Hell.
( Angel cocks back with everything he has and nails his father right in the side of the head. The man is thrown back against the wall from the punch. He just falls to the ground, apparently knocked unconscious from the punch. Shelly screams at the top of her lungs as she drops down to check on Angel’s father. Angel doesn’t even look down as he heads out the door. Fade out. )
“The only thing I can think about lately is Jack Manson.”
“He’s everywhere I go, everyone I see. I just can’t escape his face.”
Angel measures up to leap, when suddenly Maniac comes out of nowhere and pulls Xavier Williams off the table, Angel curses his brother in law, when suddenly, he tumbles from the nCw-Tron, and somersaults thru the two tables, which shatter violently with Angel falling from such a height, when the camera expands up to reveal another member of Social Distortion in Jack Manson
“Over and over it replays in my mind like a bad movie. It won’t go away. Nothing will make it go away.”
Angel body just twitches on the ground, as Maniac helps keep Xavier up, so he doesn’t get counted, Mitch Kennedy, doesn’t want to count., however due to the nature of this match, has no choice to do so…One…Two…Three
“Some will tell you that I deserved that. That after everything I’ve done around here it was about time someone stepped forward and shut me up.”
our…Five…Jack Manson, is signaling up on the tron, for the official to count faster, when somehow, someway…Angel hand reaches up to the sky, trying to signal, he’s not out of this fight yet….Six…Seven…Angel body begins to kick somehow, showing he’s attempting to get up, as Maniac holds the knocked out Xavier up, about to lose his cool…Eight…Angel rolls over and gets to a knee….Nine….Angel goes to pull himself up…but falls down, being too weak from all the blood loss, and the horrible fall he just took.
“How could someone deserve that? What could I have done that was so horrible my career was almost ended? All I’ve done since I got to nCw was wrestle, and call out people on their bull****. Because I’m right most of the time, because I’m good, because I bring something to the table that most people can only dream about, I deserve to have my career nearly ended?”
3 Stars and 1 Sun begins to play, as Mitch Kennedy calls for the bell, and relucntly gives the championship to Xavier Williams, as Jack Manson, begins to climb back down to where his fellow stable members are. As Maniac, holds up Xavier Williams, as Manson simply nods, and points them to the back, where he stands over the fallen Angel.
“My daughter nearly lost her father that night, my wife was nearly widowed, if it wasn’t for dumb luck I wouldn’t be here right now. That’s why I have to give thanks to dumb luck. Through shear will I managed to turn myself just right. Now I get to sit here, my back still in a great deal of pain. I don’t take the pills the doctor gave me, I don’t want to forget. That’s the thing about it.”
EMTS rush over to Angel, who is still trying to get to his feet, his body extremely damanged, as rage fills his eyes as he sees Manson in front of him, Angel tries to push away the EMT’s, but has lost state…Manson hovers over Angel and spits on him, as The General and his squad come out to the area, to force Manson to go backstage, so no more can be done to the fallen Angel.
“I want the rage, I want the hatred, I want the pain. I want it all to remain with me just like when it first happened. I don’t want to ever forget that night, not for as long as I live. To forget, to move on, would be to allow myself to become weak. To become weak would be to invite such an act again. And trust me, that will never happen again. I will make sure of it.”
Angel curses his brother in law, when suddenly, he tumbles from the nCw-Tron, and somersaults thru the two tables, which shatter violently with Angel falling from such a height, when the camera expands up to reveal another member of Social Distortion in Jack Manson.
“I hope you come to remember that image like I do, Jack. That one act of desperation on your part, that one last ditch effort to make Social Distortion matter will all have been for nothing, Jack. You came for me, you tried to do the unthinkable, and that’s take me out. I won’t say the old cliché of you woke up the lion, or let out the monster. No Jack, because that wouldn’t even begin to describe how I feel. You see deep inside of me Jack, in a place I don’t like to go, there lives another Angel. An Angel who was raised on violence, hate and anger. An Angel who loves the thought of pain and the sight of blood. There lives an Angel that so desperately wants to come out and play with Jack Manson.”
“Can he come out and play Jack?”
“You people, friends, family, enemies and fans, you all have your own little belief about me, and whether or not what you think is right or wrong doesn’t matter, all that really matters is that I know who I am. I know what I can do. I know what I’m going to do and I know I’m going to regret it. I’m just going to have to deal with it. That’s the thing about me, no matter how horrible I am or how bad I become, or what atrocious act I commit, I know I can deal with it. You tried to take me out to benefit your “stable.” I’m going to take you out Jack, if for nothing more than you failed to finish the job. You should always finish the job Jack. Because sometimes, if you don’t, it’ll come back, face to face, and break your little neck.”
( An emptiness fills the room. Before us stands a shadow. A shadow we know all too well. He comes forward into the light, he’s Jack Manson. The anger rushes to your face before you can even react. Your hands move quicker than your brain. You go at him.
He moves, or at least you think he has, because he’s further away. You run, hard, you will not allow him to escape. He keeps getting further away the harder you run. This is impossible, but yet it’s happening.
Then out of no where your blind sided, you look up and you see Xavier Williams. A man you know better than some of your closest friends. You think “Fine, I’ll deal with him first.” You move, he moves. The two of you lock up. He goes for a head lock, you know it’s coming. You reverse it, he was expecting that, but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to play dirty as you rake his eyes then ram two fingers into his throat.
He goes down, Manson laughs from far off. You move again towards him. No longer is he getting further away. You get closer, closer, you can almost reach out and grab him by his throat.
Kole Kaos and the Ace. Thorns in your side. They come out of no where. Not to help Manson, no they hate him almost as much as you do. Their here simply to prove to the world that your wrong. Deep down you know you should shut them up, but right now you can’t worry about it. Let them have their fantasies. It means nothing to you.
You try to shove past them, they are determined to keep you there. Ace tries for an obvious clothesline, one you have ample time to duck. Kole comes right in with one of his own, as if you didn’t just duck one. The two of them collide; Kole immediately wants to remove Ace’s head for his ignorance. You take the distraction and low blow Ace before head butting Kole as hard as possible. They both go down.
Again you move towards Manson. You can’t even take it anymore, you need to destroy him. It’s not even something to consider, it must be done. You can’t get on with your life until you know you’ve made him pay.
But some people can’t just leave well enough alone. AJ Phoenix, the hungry young lion who wants nothing more than the pleasure of beating you one on one. You respect him if for nothing more than his courage, though you won’t tell him that, it’s too much fun watching him get all huffy about whatever insult you came up with this week.
His own partner makes his way in now, Jackhammer. The man’s big, anyone in their right mind wouldn’t even attempt to mess with this guy. Maybe if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t either, who knows. All you know is that both of them have just come in between you and Manson, and that is not acceptable.
Before you can take the next step a blue blur comes along and suddenly Jackhammer is on his back. Out of nowhere Falcon swantons the fallen Hammer. He gets up and stands right by your side.
You have never been so happy to have someone at your side, not because he’s a lackey, not because he idolizes you, only because he is your friend and he knows you’d do the same for him.
Together with Falcon you make your move on AJ. Falcon manages to tie AJ up in a full nelson, he tells you to go, take care of Manson. You don’t want to leave him, you know the others will be back soon, you know you should stay, but you’ve been waiting too long for this.
You leave Falcon behind. You turn back only once, he’s been surrounded by Kole, Ace, Xavier and Jackhammer. You want to go back, you know you should go back, you may have just cost yourself this match, but Manson is right there, mocking you, like he mocked you that day; Spitting at you like he spit at you that day. You have to do this and Falcon understands that.
You catch him, corner him, he has nowhere else to go. He looks you right in the eyes as you wrap your right hand around his throat. You begin to squeeze as his face goes red, and then it starts to fade. He’s trying to choke something out, trying to say something. You don’t care, you tighten your grip. He claws at you, it hurts, he hits you, it hurts more, but right now, the way you feel, you know nothing could make you let him go. Then he says it, he gets out what he needed to say to you. )
“I have a tumor… I’m dying.“
( You don’t understand, the room starts spinning, you fall back, never releasing the hold, but you can’t hold on, you can’t see, you don’t know what’s happening.
It stops, you wake up, you’re in bed, Shelly next to you. Tucked in between the two of you is little Hayleigh. You’re drenched in sweat.
You get up, you don’t understand the dream you’ve just had, and it doesn’t make any sense. Suddenly you get up; you think “I should check the mail.”
You head for the door and you find a single letter on the ground, it’s addressed to you and it’s from him… Thomas Reign… Your father…. Scene fades. )
“What’s in a dream anyways? Do the things you see really matter? Should you look into them? I mean, he couldn’t really be dying, that doesn’t make any sense. Then again, why wait so long to contact me? I just, I just don’t think I’m ready to forgive him. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. What am I supposed to say to him? Ask him about the Red Sox game? What if he has a new family? What if he had more kids? What if I’m just ****ing crazy and this has all been some elaborate dream or game?”
“What if he is really dying? What if that’s what my dream was about? All this time I’ve been worrying about Manson, all this time I’ve been thinking about my revenge, and my father who has been missing from my life for twenty six years is in a hospital somewhere just waiting for his son to come and see him before he goes. What if I wait too long? He could die and I could never know the truth. All I have is what I was told and so far everything I’ve been told was a lie. I need the truth, everyone needs the truth…”
“When I get there, when I see him… Will I let him live long enough to tell the truth is the question?”
( The Social Enemies private locker room within the Georgia Dome in Atlanta. Directly in front of the camera Angel sits in a steel chair. He’s wearing what will probably be his ring attire, loose fitting black cargo pants with a red Scythe with Angel wings on either pant leg, a black chain hanging off the loops, a Social Enemies Tee with the sleeves cut off, and a Slipknot Hoodie, un zipped. He looks at the floor as he begins to speak. )
Angel: I don’t know what I’m doing here. Honestly. I’m not ****ing around. I keep reading the websites online, and hearing people in the back talk, and they keep saying the same thing.
“I’m holding Falcon back.”
Really? I didn’t know I was. I didn’t mean too. Falcon… Man. After everything we’ve been through. As enemies and as friends. It’s unreal. Four years ago I tried to end his career, six months ago I tried to end his career, and about three months ago he pulled me out of a river after a failed suicide attempt. Somehow, he was able to forgive me, to move on, and to even stand by my side and trust me. He knows I’m not one to stab someone in the back I guess, he knows if I want you dead I’ll stab you right in the face.
I’m gonna throw this out there, you’ll make fun of it, and I don’t care. If Falcon ever betrayed me, abandoned me, or just plain forgot about me, I’d be ruined. The man is like my counter balance. Seriously. All the things I say or do, I run past him. It’s odd really. I’ll cut a promo and be like “Kyle did you like that one insult?” And sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t. Then I get these ideas, I give them to him, and see what he says. I told him I was tired of being ignored, of us being ignored, he was all for all out war.
But forget about wrestling and promos and my on air persona of a pompous asshole. Kyle is a part of my family, and like any family, I try to help him the way he helps me. I would do anything for him, all he has to do is ask.
And even though he hasn’t, I know he’s going to.
Pretty soon… The Social Enemies are going to die. I’m going to move on to whatever I’m going to do next, Talon is going to become the man he was in PWW, Everyman will finally take the spot light, and Falcon… Falcon is going to do what he always does, shock the entire world. If someone were to ask me, which one of us will be World Champion first, I’d bet all my money on Falcon. I know I’m good, but the **** he can do, as well as I know him, you still can’t predict the little bastard’s next move.
I don’t want to disband, I don’t want to move on, I don’t want to have to evolve yet. I know what I’m becoming, I know where I’m going to end up, and it’s going to be on opposite sides of the ring with Falcon. I know I’m going to disappoint him.
I’m afraid really. Afraid that when the Enemies are gone, Falcon will forget about me and I’ll finish my transition into this evil and hateful creature I am becoming. He is probably the only thing that keeps me grounded. Shelly is an enabler, sorry babe, I love you. Talon honestly doesn’t care, he just doesn’t want to be on my bad side, sorry dude, Joe, I think he’s about to kick my ass really, but Falcon, he’s the only one who will slap me across the face and tell me flat out, “Stop it.” And I’m always like “Ok.”
I’ll give you the option Kyle. And please listen to me right now. Don’t listen to the fans, or anyone else, look inside, listen to your heart.
When Sunday has come and gone, when the war fare is over, win or lose, if you want to move on, then please move on. I would hate for you to stay by my side and end up hating me for it. And I’d rather split while we’re still friends then wait for something to come between us. Don’t answer me yet, we’ll have time to talk about it later, I just wanted to let you know now, before the match, that you don’t have to do this for me, or for the fans, just do what you gotta do for yourself.
( Angel finally looks up from the floor, his heart felt speech to Falcon is over. He knows he may have just set into motion a chain of events that will end with Angel once again standing alone in a wrestling ring. He also knows that he may have just made a decision that Falcon may have never come to on his own. Shelly finally steps in from off camera. She stands behind Angel and begins to rub his shoulders. )
Angel: As for everyone else, I’m not going to waste your time with more of the same. I’ve listened to what you all had to say.
Kole, what would you like me to say to you? Would you really like me to take everything you said and rip it apart and spit it back in your face? I’m tired of that Kole. I’m so tired of that game. If you and your “friends” want to play that game, play it. It’s old and it’s boring.
You know what Kole… Your right about me, everything you said. Does that make you feel better? I’m not crazy, I’m not unbeatable, I’m not even attractive, I don’t have millions of dollars, I’m not all that great at actual wrestling, and my accomplishments are few and far between. I have what some people call “Bursts” of greatness. I do really good for a period then I crash and burn. Story of my career.
So say what you want Kole. Accuse me of what you want. From here on out I will accept whatever you have to say as truth, anything, no really, go ahead and make a stupid joke, I don’t care anymore.
I have to tell you the truth though. I’m not focused on you, I’m not even worried about you. I know I should be. I know I should be planning for everything that could possibly go wrong. I know I should tell Talon and Joe to be ready. But I have a different idea this weekend.
**** it.
I’m in this match for one reason and you all know what it is. If you said winning, you’d be dead wrong.
You want another chance at me Kole, you wanna beat me one on one? Anytime, any place. Name it. Don’t just sit there and talk about bull**** like you accuse me of, prove it. If you can’t prove it then shut the **** up. I’ll be waiting for a date and time asshole.
( Angel tilts his head back to look at Shelly. She rubs his checks before they engage in a romantic, upside down kiss. He looks back to the camera. )
Angel: Ace. You are finally starting to show the world what your really capable of. When I first got here, you were definitely just a running gag that pretty much everyone thought was hilarious, except you of course. Now you’ve become something wholly different. A tired act.
But seriously Ace. I’m just plain sick of you. I’ve had to listen to you for a few weeks now, and it’s all I can bare. Right now, the things you said are passing through my brain, I’m thinking about just ripping you apart verbally about it, but I just don’t see the point. You’d just ignore it and come to some new conclusion.
The Golden Girls….. Really, no one thought it was funny? I did… I guess you had to be a fan of the show. I actually knew you guys would get a real good rise out of it and probably come up with some funny retorts, so far… You all failed me miserably. Perhaps I expect too much of you. Maybe I don’t expect enough.
Two weeks ago, Ace, you showed me a side of you I have never seen. You were hurt, your friend had died, you were ready to go to war for him. I did not know him, but to make you feel the way you did, he must have been a great friend. But in that moment, perhaps the weakest moment any man can find himself in, you showed me something I did not think existed in you. You showed me an inner strength. For a moment Ace, I was afraid of you. Worried about what you were going to do.
I don’t know what happened in the time between that promo and the match, but you lost that fire. I will tell you only once Ace. Bring me the fire, otherwise, go with plan B and just shot yourself in the head. Go home and die.
( Just taking a breather for a moment as Angel gathers his thoughts, moving on to his next opponent and team. )
Angel: For maybe the first time in Jackhammer’s entire career he was the original one. Instead of just telling us what we’ve already heard, he didn’t tell us anything. Thank you Jackhammer. I appreciate the fact that you don’t wish to bore us beyond belief. Some people won’t rest until they see the gun against our heads. I myself have been accused of that very thing.
I will tell you this Jackhammer. You need to stop playing around with your EX and get ready for Sunday. Even though my thoughts are not centered on you or your partner, my head is still in the game. And there will be several other men who will be jumping at the chance to be the guy to take you out. A pin fall over you is almost a guaranteed title shot. You’re going to have to watch your back Sunday, I wouldn’t leave it to AJ to do. He’s only there for his own personal glory, the truth is written on his face.
He spews Lethal Intent Rhetoric, but when all is said and done, he is still only talking about himself and what he wants. He cares not for your fate Jackhammer, not like I do. I wish I could promise you that I’ll be done with you this Sunday. That when this match is over you will have paid the debt Prophet owes me. But sadly you will not. There will be too many men between you and me to make that promise. Too many variables. I will get what is owed to me, and that is a match full of blood and pain.
But until then Jackhammer, try and stay alive, I don’t want you checking out on me too, then I’d have to transfer the debt to AJ Phoenix, and I think he’d enjoy me having it out for him way too much.
I love that there is someone in nCw who so badly wants to defeat me fair and square. You have no idea really. It’s such a change of pace. Most people are content with “A” win over me, despite how they get it. But this guy, he is determined to do it all by himself. Well you know what AJ?
( Golf clap. )
Angel: If you really want to face me again and earn that title of yours the way you should have earned it, next week on Collision, you and me, one on one. Non title. I already told you once I don’t want the X-Division title back. And that is the simple truth. You can have it. But I understand how important it is to know that you can beat someone, and as much as I mock you and make fun of you, I respect that.
Next week AJ, you and me, one more time.
( Angel runs his hands over his hair, as dread locks are not exactly the easiest thing to run your hands through to begin with. )
Angel: I know it’s wrong and I know it’s not right, but I think I’m actually starting to develop a soft spot for Xavier Williams.
It’s not that I don’t want to see his life slowly drift out of his eyes as I strangle him, it’s just, you reach a point with some people where there is nothing left but raw emotion.
There are no more insults, no more rhetoric, no more mindless games. We just get in the ring and we go at it. Two alpha males that can never seem to settle their disputes.
I can’t imagine a world without you Xavier. I really can’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m not afraid to try it out.
We’ll step into the ring very shortly and even though there will be six other men in there that will surly get in our way, we will eventually get our hands on each other. We, at some point, will rekindle the hatred that lurks just beneath our skin, and we will begin to rip each other to pieces.
I just need to ask you one favor. Please wait until I’ve finished with Jack Manson. That’s it. All you have to do is not ruin this for me Xavier, and then you can do whatever you want to me. You want to finally score a real pin fall over me, you want to end my career, you want to just beat me endlessly, do it. I don’t even care anymore. Death would be a release for me at this point, but before I go…
Jack Manson.
I don’t care about your excuses, your reasons, or what you think is going to happen to me, to you, after this match is over.
Despite what you thought you were doing, you could have killed me.
I will not fail where you did Jack.
Xavier once accused me of not being able to pull the trigger, of not being able to do what needs to be done.
That Angel died at Last Stand. That Angel did not get up. All you have is me Jack. Like I’ve been trying to tell everyone, I’m not the same person the people once loved, my family once loved, and my friends once loved. You tried to kill me, no matter how you look at it. Not for a match, not for a title. You just strait up tried to kill me.
If you die at Battle Grounds, by my hands or someone else’s, I will shed no tears. I’m telling you right now Jack, no gimmicks, no filler, no bull****.
I’m coming to Battle Grounds with one thing in mind…
Watching you die…
( Angel gets up out of the chair, a man has walked into the room. He wears a long dark coat and pants, his head is shaved bald. A fresh scar can be seen on his head. He looks at Angel, Angel looks at him. Shelly looks worried. Angel steps forward, the man opens his arms, he hopes that Angel will embrace him, maybe even love him. Angel drops his head and sighs. His hands move like lighting, and the man has no time to react as Angel wraps his right hand around the man’s throat. He jacks him up against the wall and begins to squeeze. The man is trying to say something. Angel screams and continues to squeeze. He’s trying so hard to say something, the audio is cut as Shelly does everything she can to get Angel off. Finally the man gets enough air to say it. )
“I have a tumor… I’m dying… Son…”
( Angel looks into his eyes, he looks at the scar and lets him go. )
Angel: Your dying?
“Yes son, I’m dying, that’s why I wanted to see you. They couldn’t get the whole thing; they said it’s only a matter of months. I didn’t want to die knowing I hadn’t even tried to be a part of your life again.”
Angel: Your dying?
“ Yes, didn’t you hear me? Son, I have something I need to say.”
Angel: Me first.
( Angel looks his father in the eyes. His hatred gone. He just stares blankly at him. )
“What son?”
Angel: I’ll see you in Hell.
( Angel cocks back with everything he has and nails his father right in the side of the head. The man is thrown back against the wall from the punch. He just falls to the ground, apparently knocked unconscious from the punch. Shelly screams at the top of her lungs as she drops down to check on Angel’s father. Angel doesn’t even look down as he heads out the door. Fade out. )