Post by Angel on Nov 1, 2008 21:29:36 GMT -6
Blackness, darkness, all around me. I think I can hear rain drops, I don’t feel any, but in the distance I think I can hear them. No, not in the distance, right on top of me. Thunder, rumbling over me, but no lighting to lead the way. The darkness seems to spread off into forever. I try to look through it, to see if there is anything beyond it, but I can see nothing in the distance.
I try to stretch my arm out before me to make sure the path is clear, but I can only move my arm six inches or so before it strikes something hard, cold. Panic begins to rise, chills run through my spine. I shrug it off, I reach out to my left and hit the same hard surface, as well as to my right. The terror of the moment, the realization that I’m trapped where ever I am is all I can feel. I have to break through this, I have to make the path clear for myself.
I take in a breath, two, three. I count to myself. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
As the panic crests and I regain my senses it occurs to me that I’m not standing up, I’m not trapped in a tiny room… I’m laying down. I can’t control myself now and I begin to pound on whatever is in front of me, over me, hitting it with all my might.
I WILL NOT BE TRAPPED!
I yell it as loud as possible, hoping that if anyone can hear me that they will come to my aid. I have to escape, someone has to hear me, I cannot stay trapped in this… COFFIN!
I’m in a coffin. I’m in a coffin. It can’t be, but it is. I’m trapped in this coffin. I think my hands are bleeding, but I don’t care. I punch and kick at the lid, doing everything I can to force it to move. But no matter how hard I hit it, it will not budge.
I need to think, to concentrate. I’m not going to escape if I keep panicking. Again I try to breath and calm down. Perhaps if I push on the lid instead of punch it, maybe use my legs too? I pull my legs up as high as I can and brace my knees against the lid. I place both hands firmly and evenly apart from each other. I summon all the strength I have in me and I push with everything I have.
At first it feels useless, like nothing is going to happen, but it’s the moment before I give up that the lid moves a little. I push harder, my resolved strengthened and my own perseverance renewed. The lid begins to lift up and with all my might I move it to my left. A tiny bit of light seeps into the coffin, covering my right shoulder. Carefully I slide my hand out into the crack and grab the lid from the side, now trying to move it side ways instead of strait up. The lid slides, more light comes in, blinding me at first.
Finally with one last push the lid drops off the side. Dirt begins to spill in, getting in my mouth and my hair and my eyes. I rub out what I can from my eyes as I spit the dirt out of my mouth. The lights above me are truly blinding, seemingly so much brighter than the sun. As I begin to focus, I notice that I’m not looking at the sun. The lights shining down from above are arena lights. I sit myself up in the coffin, then using the sides I push and stand up.
A wrestling ring?
The coffin I was trapped in, which had a giant load of dirt on it, was placed directly in the center of a wrestling ring… What the hell is going on. I take a step out of the coffin, the arena begins to spin and all around me faces begin to appear. Screaming, cheering, booing. The faces which started out as one are slowly becoming many and the many are all looking at me.
The arena stops spinning. Thousands of people now sit in the arena which was empty only moments before. I feel nervous now, sweaty, unsure of what is going on. I turn around to see if the coffin is still there, but it’s gone.
The crowd suddenly grows in volume and excitement, but they aren’t cheering me. Their hero has arrived and he’s looking right at me. I don’t know what to do as he comes at me, and all too quickly he’s taken me down. I throw him off and get back to my feet, but he will not relent. For the second time I throw him off, knowing that I can’t run I turn to face this hero.
Two of them circle me, two become four, four become eight and all too quickly I’m surrounded. What do I do? Where do I go? I can’t win, not now, not against these odds. They all come at me as a collective, working together to take me down. Of course I fight, but there is no fighting these odds, only resisting, and I resist long enough to know I’ve been beaten.
My face is now against the mat, my will has been beaten out of me. I look to my left and I see a man with a camera and it’s in the lens of the camera that I come to one final horrible realization.
In that lens I see the reflection of Steve Awesome. I try to stand up because in my mind I know this isn’t right, but just as I stand up the hero, Angel drives me back down with a Heaven’s Fury Bull Dog, and before I even have a chance to process the pain I’m in the bell has been rung.
In these final moments before I wake I can see it all to clearly, my fate, my destiny and everything I did to deserve this. Angel holding what was once mine, now his, shows it off to his beloved fans, and I can’t help but think…
That could have been me.
( Close up of Angel’s face. )
Angel: Man it sucks to be you Steve.
( The people in the arena slowly fade away. Angel still stands before us, brooding a bit, you know, lower lip all pouty, a few beads of sweat, but sexy as all hell. Let’s face, most girls like the dark brooding kind of guy. The guy your parents will hate the second they walk through the door. Not some cheap imitation like Steve Awesome, you know, where they pretend to be bad ass because they use words like “kilq” and “cum guzzler” well, they use one of those words and perform the other pretty often. You figure it out. But yeah, Angel is all sexy and brooding wearing black jeans, a tight ass black t-shirt, like the kind they wear in all those Joss Whedon shows about vampires. Just for the **** of it though, Angel’s hair is not in dread locks, nope, it’s tied back in a pony tail. In the far right corner of the ring there is a black leather trench coat, and somewhere in the distance we can hear “As I lay Dying” playing, just to really accentuate the emo filling your screen. The lights in the background go out and all we are left with is the shot of Angel standing alone in the ring. )
Angel: Damn, I am hurt. I think… No I know, I’m going to kill myself. That’s right, you have in fact hurt my feelings just that much Steve. You took my home life and made a mockery out of it on TV… I just can’t take it anymore. GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD!
( Angel takes out a plastic knife from his back pocket with a piece of foam on the blade. He then takes out some fake blood and spreads it across the foam. Gently he places it across his left wrist, because we all know side to side means you want attention, and he begins dragging it across violently. The fake blood splatters everywhere as Angel screams. )
Angel: ARE YOU HAPPY NOW YOU ****ING PRICK! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU AND THE MEAN THINGS YOU SAID I WOULDN’T BE DOING THIS RIGHT NOW! WE HAD SOMETHING STEVE! I KNOW YOU FELT IT I FELT IT THE WORLD FELT IT! BUT YOU HAD TO THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR A JOKE NOT EVEN WORTHY OF THE KEVIN SMITH FILMS YOU EMULATE YOU UNORIGINAL SACK OF ****! I HOPE YOUR HAPPY, WATCHING MY BLOOD FILL YOUR SCREEN!
( Angel drops down onto the mat, the fake blood seeping into the canvas. For about ten seconds Angel just lies there, pretending to be dead. Slowly he opens his left eye and looks at the camera. He picks up his head. )
Angel: I get the feeling your not buying it. ****. Well Steve, as you can tell and I’m sure much to your dismay, I am in fact not dead. Nope. Though I’m sure you were hoping that this little emo bitch would kill himself after that venomous and malicious promo you sicked on me.
( Angel stands up and tosses the knife off camera. )
Angel: I don’t know what exactly your looking for, perhaps a round of applause, for being clever I guess? So you took my promo, remade it, added different lines, and I’m supposed to be insulted? I guess you missed the memo… Again. I don’t care what you think. Call me boring, say you fell asleep during my promo, whatever. I’ve heard it all before, and I’m tired of it. I’ve also heard “You’ll never beat me” like a **** load of times. Get some new material and stop jacking mine Steve. You make for one ugly emo pansy. It takes a special kind of beautiful to pull this look off, my mommy told me so.
( Angel sticks his tongue out and spits. )
Angel: Got ya pretty good there, didn’t I. How about this. Since you pretend to be me so well, I’ll pretend to be you.
( A few steps later and Angel has a back pack. He pulls out of it a patented and certified official Steve Awesome Halloween mask. Angel places it over his own face, careful not to ruin the sexy hair. Then he takes out a t-shirt with a six pack on it, not abs you retard, but a six pack of Coors. He slips it on over the mask and his own shirt. )
Angel “Steven” Awesome:( Really douche baggy voice. Like a girl who just swallowed like three guys full of cum, but still has allot of it stuck in her throat, then tries to say she loves you but it comes out more like “I wuv goo” and there is a gurgling noise and it really makes you want to vomit right in her cum filled mouth. Yeah, that’s what he sounds like. )
You know what Angel, I don’t need to have a spine, **** that, I’d rather have a big vagina right where my cock is supposed to be, cause that is way more accessible and fashionable. And I’m all about fashion and function. Why take three dicks in the ass when I could have them in my very own vagina? I mean damn, take a look at your hair, and your clothes, the way they ride up in the crotch. Gawd, isn’t that like so totally last year. I mean, I’m hot, like totally hot, and your like so totally not. Oh my gawd I just rhymed, I’m like a rhymer and didn’t even… Two… Timer…. I made another rhyme. I am so totally smart. And your like so totally not. Your stupid Angel. And ugly. You should try wearing make up, cause then you could hide the ugly. And like then I could… Uh… You…. Uh… IS THAT A PENIS!!!! I LOVE PENIS!!!!!
Oh yeah, Angel… You know what Angel, you can’t beat me because you so totally can’t, because I’m like so totally hot and your like a emo pygmy. I just came up with that… I think… And uh… Gay joke about your face… And… I like penis?
Wait, I can so totally just take what you did and do it back, because that is like exactly the opposite of what the Ace does. You know that guy I totally made fun of for not being able to come up with any ideas of his own, yet here I am doing exactly what he does and pretty much not even doing it as good as he does because he atleast has the common courtesy to not bring your family into it where as I am just trying to get you mad because I want you to kick my bitch ass in the parking lot mostly because I like the feeling of a big strong man beating me up, it reminds me of my dad and he and I had allot of fun together, but that was before I found he was gay.
Oh… YOU SUCK!!!! Ha, I’m so awesome, “you suck” I should like totally copy mark that or trade left it or whatever it’s called. That’s hot…
( Angel “Steve” Awesome removes the mask ever so carefully, god knows that hair dew probably cost more than Angel’s entire Wal Mart ensemble, wouldn’t want Steve to have to spend another eighteen hours in a beauty boutique because his hair got mussed up. God I wish he’d just come out of the closet already, if for not any other reason then he and Ace could finally hook up and adopt that kid they always talked about but never wanted to commit too. With an ever chipper look on his brooding face, Angel looks at the camera. )
Angel: You wanna make cheap jokes and poke fun at my family all in some sort of attempt to really piss me off, because… Well that’s the million dollar question. You never did tell me why you wanted to piss me off so much. Wait, it’s because “I’m an asshole” isn’t it? Hey, me too. In fact that’s what my mom called me for years, it was kind of strange when I started going to school and they’d call out “Hunter” and I’d be like “it’s asshole ma’am.” They never found it funny, kind of like I never find you funny.
But here’s the thing, I’m not mad. Nothing you could say or do could get me mad at you Steve. Make jokes, call me gay, call Shelly a whore, call my kid ugly, make fun of my career, make fun of my life, make fun of my friends, do whatever it is your little heart desires, just like you always do. It’s not going to affect me in the least Steve.
Because I know, just like the fans know, just like the boys in the back know. Behind all your jokes, your smiling face your still just that little boy trying to accomplish his dream. Your still little Stevie trying to be the very best he can be.
You got tired of winning? You wanted to try something different? No Steve, that’s not what happened. You left that black hole known as XHF and you came to nCw. And it was here in nCw that you found something you’ve never found anywhere else. You found me, you found Trent Helms. You found people who were simply “better than you” and you didn’t know how to handle it.
Everywhere else you’ve been you easily rose right to the top. Almost like there was nothing in your way. It was here that you found yourself challenged, here that you found yourself threatened, here that you found yourself fighting for your survival.
You didn’t get tired of winning Steve, you simply couldn’t win anymore all on your own. Your so used to being “The guy” that when you saw this roster and you saw atleast two more of “the guy” you bricked your pants, slapped Kole Kaos silly and attacked us for nothing more than being too close to your spot light. You said yourself, this is nCw, and if you haven’t noticed we’re a slightly different breed.
Little Stevie has finally found his match and he doesn’t know what to do, so you do the only thing you know how to do. You go on the offensive, you attack blinding, and this time, you attacked the wrong animal. I’m not prey for you Awesome. I’m not Ace, I’m not going to just take a stiff dick up the ass and not expect something in return. I’m not Trent Helms, who seemingly has decided pretending to be a Star Wars reject who died fifteen minutes into the third movie is far more important than ripping your head out of your ass.
I am Angel. I’m a ****ing asshole. I’m the next nCw World Heavy Weight Champion.
You know it, I know it, the fans know it, why do you keep denying it?
Look at it this way Stevie, after I beat you within an inch of your life and take that World Title, we’ll always have that day in Central Park when you grabbed my ass and I screamed rape… Man I sure miss those days…
Piss off, **** yourself, and never EVVVVVVVER forget…
I am Savior X… AND YOU JUST GOT DUN ****ED UP!!!!!
( Fade the **** out. )
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I try to stretch my arm out before me to make sure the path is clear, but I can only move my arm six inches or so before it strikes something hard, cold. Panic begins to rise, chills run through my spine. I shrug it off, I reach out to my left and hit the same hard surface, as well as to my right. The terror of the moment, the realization that I’m trapped where ever I am is all I can feel. I have to break through this, I have to make the path clear for myself.
I take in a breath, two, three. I count to myself. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
As the panic crests and I regain my senses it occurs to me that I’m not standing up, I’m not trapped in a tiny room… I’m laying down. I can’t control myself now and I begin to pound on whatever is in front of me, over me, hitting it with all my might.
I WILL NOT BE TRAPPED!
I yell it as loud as possible, hoping that if anyone can hear me that they will come to my aid. I have to escape, someone has to hear me, I cannot stay trapped in this… COFFIN!
I’m in a coffin. I’m in a coffin. It can’t be, but it is. I’m trapped in this coffin. I think my hands are bleeding, but I don’t care. I punch and kick at the lid, doing everything I can to force it to move. But no matter how hard I hit it, it will not budge.
I need to think, to concentrate. I’m not going to escape if I keep panicking. Again I try to breath and calm down. Perhaps if I push on the lid instead of punch it, maybe use my legs too? I pull my legs up as high as I can and brace my knees against the lid. I place both hands firmly and evenly apart from each other. I summon all the strength I have in me and I push with everything I have.
At first it feels useless, like nothing is going to happen, but it’s the moment before I give up that the lid moves a little. I push harder, my resolved strengthened and my own perseverance renewed. The lid begins to lift up and with all my might I move it to my left. A tiny bit of light seeps into the coffin, covering my right shoulder. Carefully I slide my hand out into the crack and grab the lid from the side, now trying to move it side ways instead of strait up. The lid slides, more light comes in, blinding me at first.
Finally with one last push the lid drops off the side. Dirt begins to spill in, getting in my mouth and my hair and my eyes. I rub out what I can from my eyes as I spit the dirt out of my mouth. The lights above me are truly blinding, seemingly so much brighter than the sun. As I begin to focus, I notice that I’m not looking at the sun. The lights shining down from above are arena lights. I sit myself up in the coffin, then using the sides I push and stand up.
A wrestling ring?
The coffin I was trapped in, which had a giant load of dirt on it, was placed directly in the center of a wrestling ring… What the hell is going on. I take a step out of the coffin, the arena begins to spin and all around me faces begin to appear. Screaming, cheering, booing. The faces which started out as one are slowly becoming many and the many are all looking at me.
The arena stops spinning. Thousands of people now sit in the arena which was empty only moments before. I feel nervous now, sweaty, unsure of what is going on. I turn around to see if the coffin is still there, but it’s gone.
The crowd suddenly grows in volume and excitement, but they aren’t cheering me. Their hero has arrived and he’s looking right at me. I don’t know what to do as he comes at me, and all too quickly he’s taken me down. I throw him off and get back to my feet, but he will not relent. For the second time I throw him off, knowing that I can’t run I turn to face this hero.
Two of them circle me, two become four, four become eight and all too quickly I’m surrounded. What do I do? Where do I go? I can’t win, not now, not against these odds. They all come at me as a collective, working together to take me down. Of course I fight, but there is no fighting these odds, only resisting, and I resist long enough to know I’ve been beaten.
My face is now against the mat, my will has been beaten out of me. I look to my left and I see a man with a camera and it’s in the lens of the camera that I come to one final horrible realization.
In that lens I see the reflection of Steve Awesome. I try to stand up because in my mind I know this isn’t right, but just as I stand up the hero, Angel drives me back down with a Heaven’s Fury Bull Dog, and before I even have a chance to process the pain I’m in the bell has been rung.
In these final moments before I wake I can see it all to clearly, my fate, my destiny and everything I did to deserve this. Angel holding what was once mine, now his, shows it off to his beloved fans, and I can’t help but think…
That could have been me.
( Close up of Angel’s face. )
Angel: Man it sucks to be you Steve.
( The people in the arena slowly fade away. Angel still stands before us, brooding a bit, you know, lower lip all pouty, a few beads of sweat, but sexy as all hell. Let’s face, most girls like the dark brooding kind of guy. The guy your parents will hate the second they walk through the door. Not some cheap imitation like Steve Awesome, you know, where they pretend to be bad ass because they use words like “kilq” and “cum guzzler” well, they use one of those words and perform the other pretty often. You figure it out. But yeah, Angel is all sexy and brooding wearing black jeans, a tight ass black t-shirt, like the kind they wear in all those Joss Whedon shows about vampires. Just for the **** of it though, Angel’s hair is not in dread locks, nope, it’s tied back in a pony tail. In the far right corner of the ring there is a black leather trench coat, and somewhere in the distance we can hear “As I lay Dying” playing, just to really accentuate the emo filling your screen. The lights in the background go out and all we are left with is the shot of Angel standing alone in the ring. )
Angel: Damn, I am hurt. I think… No I know, I’m going to kill myself. That’s right, you have in fact hurt my feelings just that much Steve. You took my home life and made a mockery out of it on TV… I just can’t take it anymore. GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD!
( Angel takes out a plastic knife from his back pocket with a piece of foam on the blade. He then takes out some fake blood and spreads it across the foam. Gently he places it across his left wrist, because we all know side to side means you want attention, and he begins dragging it across violently. The fake blood splatters everywhere as Angel screams. )
Angel: ARE YOU HAPPY NOW YOU ****ING PRICK! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU AND THE MEAN THINGS YOU SAID I WOULDN’T BE DOING THIS RIGHT NOW! WE HAD SOMETHING STEVE! I KNOW YOU FELT IT I FELT IT THE WORLD FELT IT! BUT YOU HAD TO THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR A JOKE NOT EVEN WORTHY OF THE KEVIN SMITH FILMS YOU EMULATE YOU UNORIGINAL SACK OF ****! I HOPE YOUR HAPPY, WATCHING MY BLOOD FILL YOUR SCREEN!
( Angel drops down onto the mat, the fake blood seeping into the canvas. For about ten seconds Angel just lies there, pretending to be dead. Slowly he opens his left eye and looks at the camera. He picks up his head. )
Angel: I get the feeling your not buying it. ****. Well Steve, as you can tell and I’m sure much to your dismay, I am in fact not dead. Nope. Though I’m sure you were hoping that this little emo bitch would kill himself after that venomous and malicious promo you sicked on me.
( Angel stands up and tosses the knife off camera. )
Angel: I don’t know what exactly your looking for, perhaps a round of applause, for being clever I guess? So you took my promo, remade it, added different lines, and I’m supposed to be insulted? I guess you missed the memo… Again. I don’t care what you think. Call me boring, say you fell asleep during my promo, whatever. I’ve heard it all before, and I’m tired of it. I’ve also heard “You’ll never beat me” like a **** load of times. Get some new material and stop jacking mine Steve. You make for one ugly emo pansy. It takes a special kind of beautiful to pull this look off, my mommy told me so.
( Angel sticks his tongue out and spits. )
Angel: Got ya pretty good there, didn’t I. How about this. Since you pretend to be me so well, I’ll pretend to be you.
( A few steps later and Angel has a back pack. He pulls out of it a patented and certified official Steve Awesome Halloween mask. Angel places it over his own face, careful not to ruin the sexy hair. Then he takes out a t-shirt with a six pack on it, not abs you retard, but a six pack of Coors. He slips it on over the mask and his own shirt. )
Angel “Steven” Awesome:( Really douche baggy voice. Like a girl who just swallowed like three guys full of cum, but still has allot of it stuck in her throat, then tries to say she loves you but it comes out more like “I wuv goo” and there is a gurgling noise and it really makes you want to vomit right in her cum filled mouth. Yeah, that’s what he sounds like. )
You know what Angel, I don’t need to have a spine, **** that, I’d rather have a big vagina right where my cock is supposed to be, cause that is way more accessible and fashionable. And I’m all about fashion and function. Why take three dicks in the ass when I could have them in my very own vagina? I mean damn, take a look at your hair, and your clothes, the way they ride up in the crotch. Gawd, isn’t that like so totally last year. I mean, I’m hot, like totally hot, and your like so totally not. Oh my gawd I just rhymed, I’m like a rhymer and didn’t even… Two… Timer…. I made another rhyme. I am so totally smart. And your like so totally not. Your stupid Angel. And ugly. You should try wearing make up, cause then you could hide the ugly. And like then I could… Uh… You…. Uh… IS THAT A PENIS!!!! I LOVE PENIS!!!!!
Oh yeah, Angel… You know what Angel, you can’t beat me because you so totally can’t, because I’m like so totally hot and your like a emo pygmy. I just came up with that… I think… And uh… Gay joke about your face… And… I like penis?
Wait, I can so totally just take what you did and do it back, because that is like exactly the opposite of what the Ace does. You know that guy I totally made fun of for not being able to come up with any ideas of his own, yet here I am doing exactly what he does and pretty much not even doing it as good as he does because he atleast has the common courtesy to not bring your family into it where as I am just trying to get you mad because I want you to kick my bitch ass in the parking lot mostly because I like the feeling of a big strong man beating me up, it reminds me of my dad and he and I had allot of fun together, but that was before I found he was gay.
Oh… YOU SUCK!!!! Ha, I’m so awesome, “you suck” I should like totally copy mark that or trade left it or whatever it’s called. That’s hot…
( Angel “Steve” Awesome removes the mask ever so carefully, god knows that hair dew probably cost more than Angel’s entire Wal Mart ensemble, wouldn’t want Steve to have to spend another eighteen hours in a beauty boutique because his hair got mussed up. God I wish he’d just come out of the closet already, if for not any other reason then he and Ace could finally hook up and adopt that kid they always talked about but never wanted to commit too. With an ever chipper look on his brooding face, Angel looks at the camera. )
Angel: You wanna make cheap jokes and poke fun at my family all in some sort of attempt to really piss me off, because… Well that’s the million dollar question. You never did tell me why you wanted to piss me off so much. Wait, it’s because “I’m an asshole” isn’t it? Hey, me too. In fact that’s what my mom called me for years, it was kind of strange when I started going to school and they’d call out “Hunter” and I’d be like “it’s asshole ma’am.” They never found it funny, kind of like I never find you funny.
But here’s the thing, I’m not mad. Nothing you could say or do could get me mad at you Steve. Make jokes, call me gay, call Shelly a whore, call my kid ugly, make fun of my career, make fun of my life, make fun of my friends, do whatever it is your little heart desires, just like you always do. It’s not going to affect me in the least Steve.
Because I know, just like the fans know, just like the boys in the back know. Behind all your jokes, your smiling face your still just that little boy trying to accomplish his dream. Your still little Stevie trying to be the very best he can be.
You got tired of winning? You wanted to try something different? No Steve, that’s not what happened. You left that black hole known as XHF and you came to nCw. And it was here in nCw that you found something you’ve never found anywhere else. You found me, you found Trent Helms. You found people who were simply “better than you” and you didn’t know how to handle it.
Everywhere else you’ve been you easily rose right to the top. Almost like there was nothing in your way. It was here that you found yourself challenged, here that you found yourself threatened, here that you found yourself fighting for your survival.
You didn’t get tired of winning Steve, you simply couldn’t win anymore all on your own. Your so used to being “The guy” that when you saw this roster and you saw atleast two more of “the guy” you bricked your pants, slapped Kole Kaos silly and attacked us for nothing more than being too close to your spot light. You said yourself, this is nCw, and if you haven’t noticed we’re a slightly different breed.
Little Stevie has finally found his match and he doesn’t know what to do, so you do the only thing you know how to do. You go on the offensive, you attack blinding, and this time, you attacked the wrong animal. I’m not prey for you Awesome. I’m not Ace, I’m not going to just take a stiff dick up the ass and not expect something in return. I’m not Trent Helms, who seemingly has decided pretending to be a Star Wars reject who died fifteen minutes into the third movie is far more important than ripping your head out of your ass.
I am Angel. I’m a ****ing asshole. I’m the next nCw World Heavy Weight Champion.
You know it, I know it, the fans know it, why do you keep denying it?
Look at it this way Stevie, after I beat you within an inch of your life and take that World Title, we’ll always have that day in Central Park when you grabbed my ass and I screamed rape… Man I sure miss those days…
Piss off, **** yourself, and never EVVVVVVVER forget…
I am Savior X… AND YOU JUST GOT DUN ****ED UP!!!!!
( Fade the **** out. )
ooc: 4 got vid