Post by Angel on Dec 4, 2008 23:12:09 GMT -6
( A shot of Angel's big beautiful face, dread locks and all with a white background and a giant gold cross behind him. )
Angel: My brother's and my sister's, we are gathered here today to receive the word and the guidance of the Lord. I am here to relay his wisdom and his holy power unto you as his holy vassal, the righteous Father Angel.
( As the shot pulls back it is revealed that Angel is wearing an all white suit, standing center stage in the middle of a giant auditorium full of people. )
Angel: Each and everyone of you suffers from a most evil affliction, afflictions brought on you by your own sins and by the Devil himself. But you have nothing to fear my brothers and my sisters, for through the Lord you shall find salvation. Through the love and the word of the Lord you shall find happiness. For a nominal fee my brothers and sisters and with the power of the Lord I WILL HEAL YOU!!!!
( All the people in the auditorium simultaneously scream out "HEAL US!" )
Angel: A dark, sinister cloud has covered our world, threatening to suffocate the life from it. Those in power wish to ignore, deny that this evil is taking over. That it is making the Lord's people sick. But together my brothers and sisters can fight this darkness, we can fight the evil, together we can all be healed, we can be saved, we can be righteous in the eyes of the LORD! I will bring you to the light, I will lead you, I WILL HEAL YOU!!!!
( "HEAL US!" )
Angel: Are you ready to be HEALED!?
( "YES!" )
Angel: I SAID! ARE! YOU! READY! TO BE HEALED!!!!!
( "OH HELL YEAH!" )
Angel: Then for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home.... LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEETTTTTTSSSS GET READY TO PRAY!!!!!!!!!!!
( Some douche bag screams "SUCK IT!" )
Angel: Then it is time for the healing to begin. Who here wants to be the first to be healed? Please do not be shy, all of you must let the Lord into your life, to forgive you of your sins, and your check to clear so he may heal you!
( Every single person stands up and waves their hands in the air, begging for the healing power of the Lord. )
Angel: You sir, do you want to feel the healing power of the lord?
( Angel points to a guy in the front row, the man stands up and begins to head to wards the stage. He looks oddly familiar. Security helps him up onto the stage and he heads over to where Angel is standing. )
Angel: What affliction would you like healed my brother?
( The man cautiously leans forward and whispers something into Angel's ear. Angel looks confused and then shocked. )
Angel: My brother, Father Angel's ears don't work as well as they once did, do you mind speaking up and letting the Lord hear what afflicts you?
( The man whispers a little louder, but the boom mics still can't catch it. )
Angel: I am so sorry my brother but the Lord cannot hear you.
I HAVE CRABS!
( Stunned silence. Slowly Angel shakes his head and blinks then begins to speak. )
Angel: What is your name my brother?
Steve.
Angel: My brother Steve, the Lord can heal anything through your faith and a well balanced check book... Except for that, but before you go, let me give you the name of a good doctor.
( Angel takes out a pen and card and writes down a name and number then hands it to Steve as security drags him away. )
Angel: Thank you for wasting the Lord's time my brother with your most disgusting dilemma. Is there someone else, perhaps with a less disturbing affliction that the Lord can heal? You there, in the back, please make your way to the stage.
( A rather average looking man stands up and begins to walk down the aisle to wards the stage. Again security helps him up and he takes Steve's place by Angel's side. )
Angel: Tell me your name brother.
Joe.
Angel: What can the Lord heal brother Joe?
Joe: I was born without my nuts.
Angel: Born without your testes? The Devil is truly at work here, but never fear brother Joe, the Lord can heal you.
Joe: Oh thank you, I can't take being ball-less anymore, always running from fights and hiding has gotten to be very tiresome.
( Angel holds out his right hand expectantly. )
Joe: What?
Angel: My brother, the Lord's services do not come without a most holy price. A donation is required before he can heal you.
Joe: Is 20 good?
Angel: My brother, you mustn't be serious?
Joe: 30?
( Angel shakes his head. )
Joe: 40?
Angel: What am I gonna do with 40 bucks, fill up my Hummer? I mean, my brother, if you want the Lord's help you must make him a respectful offering, not this petty cash you hold out before him.
Joe: How much is it going to cost me?
Angel: My brother, the donation is up to you. If you want to be healed then you will make it worth the Lord's time, if you'd rather stand here and look like a fool then you can get off my stage.
Joe: I want to be healed.
Angel: Prove it.
Joe: One hundred dollars.
Angel: Obviously my brothers and sisters, Joe here does not wish to accept the Lord into his life and be healed. He'd rather continue living his life of ball-less-ness and decadence, constantly being another man's bitch. Security, take him away.
( Security begins to make their move. )
Joe: WAIT! FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!
Angel: FIVE WHAT? Leave my brother be you fools. Get back to your posts. Now you have the Lord's full attention my brother. How generous of you it is too, to offer the Lord so much money. May the Lord smile on you in the future and bless you with many pre teen virgins to de-flower.
Joe: Who do I make it out too?
Angel: *under his breath*.....cash....
( Joe pulls out his check book and writes out the check, tearing it free and handing it to Angel. Angel quickly takes it, inspects it, and carefully inserts it in his over stuffed wallet. )
Angel: Now my brother, the healing can begin.
( Angel closes Joe's eyes and places his hands on Joe's forehead. )
Angel: Our father who art in Heaven, hear my most honorable and modest plea. Your loyal and devote servant Joe was born without two nuts in his most harry sack, please give me the power to heal him in your name and make him a real man for the first time in his life.
( Angel closes his eyes and raises his arms up now. )
Angel: I CAN FEEL THE POWER!!!!!
( Suddenly Angel kicks Joe right in the crotch. )
Angel: YOU ARE HEALED!!!!
( Joe topples to the floor. )
Angel: My brother, how do you feel?
Joe: .....It hurts....
Angel: THEN YOU ARE HEALED! FOR IT IS THE PAIN OF MY FOOT CRUSHING YOUR NUTS THAT YOU NOW FEEL! PRAISE BE TO JESUS!
( Joe is still on the floor, rolling in pain. )
Joe:....praise...be...to...jesus....
( Two security guards come out and pick Joe up. They carry him to a near by exit door and toss him out into a blizzard. )
Angel: Now that you have seen the divine healing power of the Lord work through my hands...and feet... WHO ELSE WANTS TO BE HEALED!?
( Again every hand in the place goes up. But Angel doesn't wait as he immediately points at a young man dressed in jeans and a tight black shirt. The young man makes his way to the stage, jumps up, and walks over to Angel. )
Angel: What is you name brother?
Alex.
Angel: And what can the Lord heal for you today, assuming you have come with the appropriate donation requirements.
Alex: Well Father Angel... I wanna be the greatest wrestler there ever was ever in all of time ever.
Angel: That is quite the tall order my brother.
Alex: I trust that the Lord can heal me and make me the best, make me legendary.
Angel: My brother, you do not need the Lord for that.
Alex: I don't?
Angel: All you need is this...
( Angel pulls out of his back pocket a small six shooter revolver. )
Alex: What am I supposed to do with that?
Angel: If you want to be the best, your going to have to kill me.
Alex: But I can't...
Angel: Then I will.
( With that Angel pulls the trigger, though we never see the young man drop, or his brains splatter everywhere, we are lead to believe that it did in fact happen, that or Angel ran out of money before this stage in the production of the promo. However the scene has now changed slightly, most of the lights are out, save for the one on Angel and the one on the gold cross in the background. The auditorium is now empty as well. Angel sits on the edge of the stage, the cross in perfect view behind him. )
Angel: That's what it's going to take AJ. You want to beat me your going to have to kill me. We may have respect for each other, we may even be friends some day, but this Sunday, when that bell rings, we are going to be enemies, bitter enemies, doing everything in their power to win, and I'm not going to stay down until I'm dead. I'm sorry AJ, I don't want it to have to be this way, but your forcing my hand. I'd love it if we could just have a friendly match, shake hands, head back stage, eat some cake and talk about Heroes or this season on 24... But that's not how it's going to be. We're top competitors. Our names are what draws people to the shows. Some nights, we are the top bill. So as much as we may want to be friends, we want to be the best, the top dog, the head honcho, that much more. And I can tell you with all honesty AJ, I want it badly. For months now I've taken a back seat to allot of people. Finally after months of struggling I was recognized for my hard work, finally I couldn't be ignored anymore, I had clawed my way to the top. And even though it took me months to get there, Steve Awesome cast me down in a matter of three seconds. It still stings AJ. But I used the loss to my advantage, saw what I had done wrong and I began to climb again. This time targeting your miserable excuse for a stable. Sure I didn't always get the pin, against you or other wise, but my name was always on the winning side. Until finally I got confident enough to throw out a challenge to you, one I knew you would all too quickly accept.
( Angel smiles briefly. )
Angel: Your all too easy to predict AJ, I'm sorry to say it. I knew your own ego and your own pride wouldn't be able to ignore a challenge from me, not after everything everyone has said to you. I knew that all I had to do was tell you I finally respected you and I wanted a chance to see exactly who was better and you'd come running to accept. Don't take any offense in this, but you wear your ego like it's a t-shirt. Just like that I had my chance at another title, sure it wasn't the one I spent months trying to earn a shot for, but it was the title I never really lost, a title you never really won. I finally had the rematch I should have gotten months ago. I made a fatal mistake against Xavier, I accepted the clause for no rematches as long as either of us were champion. I should have known Social Distortion would try something. But you AJ, you were always my personal savior. You took that title from Xavier, you held it proudly, and dare I say you've kept it real warm for me. You've been everything a great champion should be, accepting all challenges no matter how big or small. But in the back of your mind you have always felt that you weren't as good as me for some reason. You always felt like you had to proof something. Heel turns aside, you knew there would come a time when you would have to prove yourself against me. All I did was take advantage of what was already there.
( A small laugh. )
Angel: But then it happened AJ, I actually started to respect you, even like you. I started picturing what it would be like for you and I to fight side by side for what we believe in. Hell, maybe we could even become a team down the road and go after a title together. I saw t-shirts with our names on it. I saw signs for us all over the world. I saw something that I can only describe as truly beautiful. I'll be honest, I wanted that world, that dream to come true. But then it hit me. You had accepted my challenge, you had set a date, you and I were finally going to meet and it was going to be for the X-Division Championship. And despite all the respect and mutual admiration I knew this match was going to mean something so much more. See, both of us try to pretend like afterwords we're going to be able to go to Deny's, have some pancakes and be friends. I don't think thats the case AJ. I think if I win, your not going to just back down. Your going to wait, train, and when the opportunity presents itself your going to strike like a snake in the grass and cut me down. I know I would. I said I wouldn't hold it against you if you beat me and I wouldn't, doesn't mean I wouldn't want to punch you in the face every time I saw you. There is something you and I have in common AJ, something very crucial to this match and our careers. Neither one of us can stand to be second best. If we're going to make the effort to do something, we're going to be the very best at it, bar none. When I was in the X-Division the first time, I stopped at nothing until I dominated it. Just like you have. Now two alpha dogs are coming face to face with the same goal. We're going to rip each other apart.
( Angel pulls out the revolver again. )
Angel: That's why I'm giving you the warning AJ. If you want to beat me, prove your better, be named the winner and still Champion by the end of the match, you are literally going to have to kill me. My goal of saving nCw is taking a back seat to Sunday. My mission and renewed faith in god will be non existent when that bell rings. All there is going to be is you, me, the title belt and three seconds that separates us. I will do what I have to to win, within the confines of a fair fight. I will go to any limit, any extreme to make sure I become X-Division Champion once again. If that means I have to, metaphorically, put a gun to your head and pull the trigger, I will not hesitate. I want us to be friends and allies AJ, but more than that I want to be champion, I want to matter. You want to be a legend, for your name to last forever. All I want is the respect I deserve and the title I made famous. I don't really care if I'm remembered after I'm dead because I'm not dead yet. I've been through caged hell, barbed wire wrapped pain, swan dives from fifty feet up, faced the biggest and the baddest nCw has to offer... My body is permanently scarred from the things I've done to myself, my wife secretly hates me for the life I've chosen, and it's only a matter of time before I kill myself for the entertainment of the fans. AJ you can do whatever you want to me in that ring, throw everything you've got at me. Truth be told, I've seen it all before and I survived it, came back from it and defeated it. I know your going to be better than ever, but so will I. So AJ, it comes down to this. Do you have that killer instinct? Are you going to be able to pull the trigger when the time is right? Or are you going to do what you have always done before? There will be no hesitation, no second thoughts, no mercy, I have but one goal in mind for Sunday and I will succeed or die trying.
( He cocks the gun and begins to take aim. )
Angel: Deep down your a good person AJ, I can feel it. You have a good, kind heart. Your the kind of guy that would do whatever he could to help his fellow man. And maybe that's the fatal difference between us. I want to be a good person, but I'm not yet. Deep down my heart is still stained, my soul is still burnt. I'm a work in progress. Deep down I still feel the agonizing call to go out to the ring and show the entire world exactly why they should be afraid to face me. Why they should respect me. AJ, you have referred to me as the greatest X-Division Champion of all time, despite the facts. You've held that title longer than both my reigns put together, you've successfully defended that title more times than both my reigns put together, you have come to represent a far better champion than I ever was. How do you live in my shadow when all you have done is over cast my legacy the entire time you've been champion? I want that title back so I can reclaim my place in the history books. So people can once again look back and say "Damn, Angel was the X-Division" I want the entire roster to once again tremble at the thought of facing me. My destiny, my future begins at Transgression. This past week you've seen a new Angel emerge from the shell of a broken man. After Transgression you will see a wrath unfold on this company like none other. But at Transgression itself, the whole world will bare witness as Angel and AJ Phoenix battle to the inevitable end. There can only be one champion, one greatest of all time... Only one of us walks away.
( BANG! Fade out. )
Angel: My brother's and my sister's, we are gathered here today to receive the word and the guidance of the Lord. I am here to relay his wisdom and his holy power unto you as his holy vassal, the righteous Father Angel.
( As the shot pulls back it is revealed that Angel is wearing an all white suit, standing center stage in the middle of a giant auditorium full of people. )
Angel: Each and everyone of you suffers from a most evil affliction, afflictions brought on you by your own sins and by the Devil himself. But you have nothing to fear my brothers and my sisters, for through the Lord you shall find salvation. Through the love and the word of the Lord you shall find happiness. For a nominal fee my brothers and sisters and with the power of the Lord I WILL HEAL YOU!!!!
( All the people in the auditorium simultaneously scream out "HEAL US!" )
Angel: A dark, sinister cloud has covered our world, threatening to suffocate the life from it. Those in power wish to ignore, deny that this evil is taking over. That it is making the Lord's people sick. But together my brothers and sisters can fight this darkness, we can fight the evil, together we can all be healed, we can be saved, we can be righteous in the eyes of the LORD! I will bring you to the light, I will lead you, I WILL HEAL YOU!!!!
( "HEAL US!" )
Angel: Are you ready to be HEALED!?
( "YES!" )
Angel: I SAID! ARE! YOU! READY! TO BE HEALED!!!!!
( "OH HELL YEAH!" )
Angel: Then for the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home.... LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEETTTTTTSSSS GET READY TO PRAY!!!!!!!!!!!
( Some douche bag screams "SUCK IT!" )
Angel: Then it is time for the healing to begin. Who here wants to be the first to be healed? Please do not be shy, all of you must let the Lord into your life, to forgive you of your sins, and your check to clear so he may heal you!
( Every single person stands up and waves their hands in the air, begging for the healing power of the Lord. )
Angel: You sir, do you want to feel the healing power of the lord?
( Angel points to a guy in the front row, the man stands up and begins to head to wards the stage. He looks oddly familiar. Security helps him up onto the stage and he heads over to where Angel is standing. )
Angel: What affliction would you like healed my brother?
( The man cautiously leans forward and whispers something into Angel's ear. Angel looks confused and then shocked. )
Angel: My brother, Father Angel's ears don't work as well as they once did, do you mind speaking up and letting the Lord hear what afflicts you?
( The man whispers a little louder, but the boom mics still can't catch it. )
Angel: I am so sorry my brother but the Lord cannot hear you.
I HAVE CRABS!
( Stunned silence. Slowly Angel shakes his head and blinks then begins to speak. )
Angel: What is your name my brother?
Steve.
Angel: My brother Steve, the Lord can heal anything through your faith and a well balanced check book... Except for that, but before you go, let me give you the name of a good doctor.
( Angel takes out a pen and card and writes down a name and number then hands it to Steve as security drags him away. )
Angel: Thank you for wasting the Lord's time my brother with your most disgusting dilemma. Is there someone else, perhaps with a less disturbing affliction that the Lord can heal? You there, in the back, please make your way to the stage.
( A rather average looking man stands up and begins to walk down the aisle to wards the stage. Again security helps him up and he takes Steve's place by Angel's side. )
Angel: Tell me your name brother.
Joe.
Angel: What can the Lord heal brother Joe?
Joe: I was born without my nuts.
Angel: Born without your testes? The Devil is truly at work here, but never fear brother Joe, the Lord can heal you.
Joe: Oh thank you, I can't take being ball-less anymore, always running from fights and hiding has gotten to be very tiresome.
( Angel holds out his right hand expectantly. )
Joe: What?
Angel: My brother, the Lord's services do not come without a most holy price. A donation is required before he can heal you.
Joe: Is 20 good?
Angel: My brother, you mustn't be serious?
Joe: 30?
( Angel shakes his head. )
Joe: 40?
Angel: What am I gonna do with 40 bucks, fill up my Hummer? I mean, my brother, if you want the Lord's help you must make him a respectful offering, not this petty cash you hold out before him.
Joe: How much is it going to cost me?
Angel: My brother, the donation is up to you. If you want to be healed then you will make it worth the Lord's time, if you'd rather stand here and look like a fool then you can get off my stage.
Joe: I want to be healed.
Angel: Prove it.
Joe: One hundred dollars.
Angel: Obviously my brothers and sisters, Joe here does not wish to accept the Lord into his life and be healed. He'd rather continue living his life of ball-less-ness and decadence, constantly being another man's bitch. Security, take him away.
( Security begins to make their move. )
Joe: WAIT! FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!
Angel: FIVE WHAT? Leave my brother be you fools. Get back to your posts. Now you have the Lord's full attention my brother. How generous of you it is too, to offer the Lord so much money. May the Lord smile on you in the future and bless you with many pre teen virgins to de-flower.
Joe: Who do I make it out too?
Angel: *under his breath*.....cash....
( Joe pulls out his check book and writes out the check, tearing it free and handing it to Angel. Angel quickly takes it, inspects it, and carefully inserts it in his over stuffed wallet. )
Angel: Now my brother, the healing can begin.
( Angel closes Joe's eyes and places his hands on Joe's forehead. )
Angel: Our father who art in Heaven, hear my most honorable and modest plea. Your loyal and devote servant Joe was born without two nuts in his most harry sack, please give me the power to heal him in your name and make him a real man for the first time in his life.
( Angel closes his eyes and raises his arms up now. )
Angel: I CAN FEEL THE POWER!!!!!
( Suddenly Angel kicks Joe right in the crotch. )
Angel: YOU ARE HEALED!!!!
( Joe topples to the floor. )
Angel: My brother, how do you feel?
Joe: .....It hurts....
Angel: THEN YOU ARE HEALED! FOR IT IS THE PAIN OF MY FOOT CRUSHING YOUR NUTS THAT YOU NOW FEEL! PRAISE BE TO JESUS!
( Joe is still on the floor, rolling in pain. )
Joe:....praise...be...to...jesus....
( Two security guards come out and pick Joe up. They carry him to a near by exit door and toss him out into a blizzard. )
Angel: Now that you have seen the divine healing power of the Lord work through my hands...and feet... WHO ELSE WANTS TO BE HEALED!?
( Again every hand in the place goes up. But Angel doesn't wait as he immediately points at a young man dressed in jeans and a tight black shirt. The young man makes his way to the stage, jumps up, and walks over to Angel. )
Angel: What is you name brother?
Alex.
Angel: And what can the Lord heal for you today, assuming you have come with the appropriate donation requirements.
Alex: Well Father Angel... I wanna be the greatest wrestler there ever was ever in all of time ever.
Angel: That is quite the tall order my brother.
Alex: I trust that the Lord can heal me and make me the best, make me legendary.
Angel: My brother, you do not need the Lord for that.
Alex: I don't?
Angel: All you need is this...
( Angel pulls out of his back pocket a small six shooter revolver. )
Alex: What am I supposed to do with that?
Angel: If you want to be the best, your going to have to kill me.
Alex: But I can't...
Angel: Then I will.
( With that Angel pulls the trigger, though we never see the young man drop, or his brains splatter everywhere, we are lead to believe that it did in fact happen, that or Angel ran out of money before this stage in the production of the promo. However the scene has now changed slightly, most of the lights are out, save for the one on Angel and the one on the gold cross in the background. The auditorium is now empty as well. Angel sits on the edge of the stage, the cross in perfect view behind him. )
Angel: That's what it's going to take AJ. You want to beat me your going to have to kill me. We may have respect for each other, we may even be friends some day, but this Sunday, when that bell rings, we are going to be enemies, bitter enemies, doing everything in their power to win, and I'm not going to stay down until I'm dead. I'm sorry AJ, I don't want it to have to be this way, but your forcing my hand. I'd love it if we could just have a friendly match, shake hands, head back stage, eat some cake and talk about Heroes or this season on 24... But that's not how it's going to be. We're top competitors. Our names are what draws people to the shows. Some nights, we are the top bill. So as much as we may want to be friends, we want to be the best, the top dog, the head honcho, that much more. And I can tell you with all honesty AJ, I want it badly. For months now I've taken a back seat to allot of people. Finally after months of struggling I was recognized for my hard work, finally I couldn't be ignored anymore, I had clawed my way to the top. And even though it took me months to get there, Steve Awesome cast me down in a matter of three seconds. It still stings AJ. But I used the loss to my advantage, saw what I had done wrong and I began to climb again. This time targeting your miserable excuse for a stable. Sure I didn't always get the pin, against you or other wise, but my name was always on the winning side. Until finally I got confident enough to throw out a challenge to you, one I knew you would all too quickly accept.
( Angel smiles briefly. )
Angel: Your all too easy to predict AJ, I'm sorry to say it. I knew your own ego and your own pride wouldn't be able to ignore a challenge from me, not after everything everyone has said to you. I knew that all I had to do was tell you I finally respected you and I wanted a chance to see exactly who was better and you'd come running to accept. Don't take any offense in this, but you wear your ego like it's a t-shirt. Just like that I had my chance at another title, sure it wasn't the one I spent months trying to earn a shot for, but it was the title I never really lost, a title you never really won. I finally had the rematch I should have gotten months ago. I made a fatal mistake against Xavier, I accepted the clause for no rematches as long as either of us were champion. I should have known Social Distortion would try something. But you AJ, you were always my personal savior. You took that title from Xavier, you held it proudly, and dare I say you've kept it real warm for me. You've been everything a great champion should be, accepting all challenges no matter how big or small. But in the back of your mind you have always felt that you weren't as good as me for some reason. You always felt like you had to proof something. Heel turns aside, you knew there would come a time when you would have to prove yourself against me. All I did was take advantage of what was already there.
( A small laugh. )
Angel: But then it happened AJ, I actually started to respect you, even like you. I started picturing what it would be like for you and I to fight side by side for what we believe in. Hell, maybe we could even become a team down the road and go after a title together. I saw t-shirts with our names on it. I saw signs for us all over the world. I saw something that I can only describe as truly beautiful. I'll be honest, I wanted that world, that dream to come true. But then it hit me. You had accepted my challenge, you had set a date, you and I were finally going to meet and it was going to be for the X-Division Championship. And despite all the respect and mutual admiration I knew this match was going to mean something so much more. See, both of us try to pretend like afterwords we're going to be able to go to Deny's, have some pancakes and be friends. I don't think thats the case AJ. I think if I win, your not going to just back down. Your going to wait, train, and when the opportunity presents itself your going to strike like a snake in the grass and cut me down. I know I would. I said I wouldn't hold it against you if you beat me and I wouldn't, doesn't mean I wouldn't want to punch you in the face every time I saw you. There is something you and I have in common AJ, something very crucial to this match and our careers. Neither one of us can stand to be second best. If we're going to make the effort to do something, we're going to be the very best at it, bar none. When I was in the X-Division the first time, I stopped at nothing until I dominated it. Just like you have. Now two alpha dogs are coming face to face with the same goal. We're going to rip each other apart.
( Angel pulls out the revolver again. )
Angel: That's why I'm giving you the warning AJ. If you want to beat me, prove your better, be named the winner and still Champion by the end of the match, you are literally going to have to kill me. My goal of saving nCw is taking a back seat to Sunday. My mission and renewed faith in god will be non existent when that bell rings. All there is going to be is you, me, the title belt and three seconds that separates us. I will do what I have to to win, within the confines of a fair fight. I will go to any limit, any extreme to make sure I become X-Division Champion once again. If that means I have to, metaphorically, put a gun to your head and pull the trigger, I will not hesitate. I want us to be friends and allies AJ, but more than that I want to be champion, I want to matter. You want to be a legend, for your name to last forever. All I want is the respect I deserve and the title I made famous. I don't really care if I'm remembered after I'm dead because I'm not dead yet. I've been through caged hell, barbed wire wrapped pain, swan dives from fifty feet up, faced the biggest and the baddest nCw has to offer... My body is permanently scarred from the things I've done to myself, my wife secretly hates me for the life I've chosen, and it's only a matter of time before I kill myself for the entertainment of the fans. AJ you can do whatever you want to me in that ring, throw everything you've got at me. Truth be told, I've seen it all before and I survived it, came back from it and defeated it. I know your going to be better than ever, but so will I. So AJ, it comes down to this. Do you have that killer instinct? Are you going to be able to pull the trigger when the time is right? Or are you going to do what you have always done before? There will be no hesitation, no second thoughts, no mercy, I have but one goal in mind for Sunday and I will succeed or die trying.
( He cocks the gun and begins to take aim. )
Angel: Deep down your a good person AJ, I can feel it. You have a good, kind heart. Your the kind of guy that would do whatever he could to help his fellow man. And maybe that's the fatal difference between us. I want to be a good person, but I'm not yet. Deep down my heart is still stained, my soul is still burnt. I'm a work in progress. Deep down I still feel the agonizing call to go out to the ring and show the entire world exactly why they should be afraid to face me. Why they should respect me. AJ, you have referred to me as the greatest X-Division Champion of all time, despite the facts. You've held that title longer than both my reigns put together, you've successfully defended that title more times than both my reigns put together, you have come to represent a far better champion than I ever was. How do you live in my shadow when all you have done is over cast my legacy the entire time you've been champion? I want that title back so I can reclaim my place in the history books. So people can once again look back and say "Damn, Angel was the X-Division" I want the entire roster to once again tremble at the thought of facing me. My destiny, my future begins at Transgression. This past week you've seen a new Angel emerge from the shell of a broken man. After Transgression you will see a wrath unfold on this company like none other. But at Transgression itself, the whole world will bare witness as Angel and AJ Phoenix battle to the inevitable end. There can only be one champion, one greatest of all time... Only one of us walks away.
( BANG! Fade out. )