Post by Angel on Jan 5, 2009 22:47:39 GMT -6
In less than a week a man will come for what he believes should be his. He will come and he will put his hands about me and he shall do everything he can to, to do harm unto me. He will hit me, kick me, he will do unthinkable things. But in the end he will come to realize that all his posturing, all his effort amounts to nothing. He just doesn't understand yet.
He thinks I'm afraid, he thinks I've never looked the devil in the eye before, he thinks with his big words and his threats he'll some how scare me away. He doesn't understand... I want it, I want him to hurt me. I like it. I want to be punished. I'm evil, I know I am, I know what I do is wrong, but I know I do it for the right reasons. Punish me, for that is what you want to be.
To pass the gates of Heaven you must be free of sin, I will walk through the fires of Hell to gain entrance, I will look the Devil in the face time and again, I will take whatever he can give me and I will do it with a smile on my face. Beat me, break me, make me bleed, I will enjoy it all, because with each passing torrent of pain, my sins will wash away.
But before I go there is something I need to know.
I wanna know how it felt Jimmy... Please... Tell me how it felt...
( The scene opens to Angel, X-Division title on his right shoulder, looking out over a city from a hotel room balcony, possibly the fourth floor. )
When Adam Knite held you in place so I could leap from the top rope and deliver Heaven's Fury... How did it feel?
I know you and Adam have quite the history, your father and he were tag team champions, friends even...
Then something happened and it all went to hell. I know you think some of us have forgotten why you came to nCw, I haven't...
You came for Adam's blood, his career, his life.
Yet every time you come anywhere near him you find yourself being held down and pummeled like the spoiled little brat that you are.
I don't know where you think you are, but this is our nCw, not your father's and as far as your concerned... The Age of the Revolution is untouchable.
There is nothing you can do to us Jimmy, nothing, because you are not the Punisher, you are not a force to be reckoned with, you are none of the things you believe yourself to be.
You look around and you see people like me, like Falcon, like Adam, you see us living up to our own potential, our own promises, you see us going out to the ring and doing what we say we're going to do.
Despite your pretty little words... You want to be us.
You wish you could be us.
You wish you had our talent.
Face it Jimmy, your just a pale shadow of the man known as the Punisher with maybe a tenth of his talent.
Do you know what I see when I look around me?
Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like a abattoir full of retarded children.
I see cancer.
Disease.
Filth.
Whores.
I see men who are supposed to be wrestlers squabbling over their placement on the card.
I see men who are supposed to be gladiators concerned about where their merchandise is placed on the stand.
I see people like you, with tons of potential based on your gene pool alone, pissing it away because your unwilling to change your situation.
Unwilling to work for a spot on the roster, unwilling to shut your mouth and listen to someone who knows better, unwilling to earn a damn thing.
Go ahead, lie to me, I expect it.
But face facts Jimmy, your just like every other second or third generation piece of trash to ever crawl out of their famous father's nut sack.
You walked into this company wholly expecting your Daddy's name to pave a way for you, and when it didn't you cried like a three year old who just lost his balloon.
In your mind all of us should just lay down and bask in the glory that is the Punisher's semen on two legs.
But that's not how it is.
That's not how it's going to be.
I don't like you Jimmy.
I don't respect you.
I'm not walking into this match looking to give some epic performance that will be remembered for all time like when I battled AJ Phoenix.
Not this time.
No, when I step in that ring with you, when I put my title on the line against you, the only thing I will be thinking about is hurting you as badly as I possibly can.
To teach you and everyone else a lesson.
See Jimmy, I'm gonna make you famous, I'm gonna carve your name into the history of nCw, I'm gonna make it so no one ever forgets who you were.
This Sunday Jimmy Zane...
You get to become a martyr for nCw...
You get to pay for the sins of an entire roster...
You get to pay for their sloth, their gluttony, their greed and their lust... you get to pay for it all...
Because on Sunday...
You can call me Pontius Pilate...
I'll call you Jesus...
And then...
I'll crucify you...
In the name of New Championship Wrestling.
We do what we have to do. Others bury their heads between the swollen teats of indulgence and gratification, piglets squirming beneath a sow for shelter... But there is no shelter... and the future is bearing down like an express train.
Fade.
He thinks I'm afraid, he thinks I've never looked the devil in the eye before, he thinks with his big words and his threats he'll some how scare me away. He doesn't understand... I want it, I want him to hurt me. I like it. I want to be punished. I'm evil, I know I am, I know what I do is wrong, but I know I do it for the right reasons. Punish me, for that is what you want to be.
To pass the gates of Heaven you must be free of sin, I will walk through the fires of Hell to gain entrance, I will look the Devil in the face time and again, I will take whatever he can give me and I will do it with a smile on my face. Beat me, break me, make me bleed, I will enjoy it all, because with each passing torrent of pain, my sins will wash away.
But before I go there is something I need to know.
I wanna know how it felt Jimmy... Please... Tell me how it felt...
( The scene opens to Angel, X-Division title on his right shoulder, looking out over a city from a hotel room balcony, possibly the fourth floor. )
When Adam Knite held you in place so I could leap from the top rope and deliver Heaven's Fury... How did it feel?
I know you and Adam have quite the history, your father and he were tag team champions, friends even...
Then something happened and it all went to hell. I know you think some of us have forgotten why you came to nCw, I haven't...
You came for Adam's blood, his career, his life.
Yet every time you come anywhere near him you find yourself being held down and pummeled like the spoiled little brat that you are.
I don't know where you think you are, but this is our nCw, not your father's and as far as your concerned... The Age of the Revolution is untouchable.
There is nothing you can do to us Jimmy, nothing, because you are not the Punisher, you are not a force to be reckoned with, you are none of the things you believe yourself to be.
You look around and you see people like me, like Falcon, like Adam, you see us living up to our own potential, our own promises, you see us going out to the ring and doing what we say we're going to do.
Despite your pretty little words... You want to be us.
You wish you could be us.
You wish you had our talent.
Face it Jimmy, your just a pale shadow of the man known as the Punisher with maybe a tenth of his talent.
Do you know what I see when I look around me?
Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like a abattoir full of retarded children.
I see cancer.
Disease.
Filth.
Whores.
I see men who are supposed to be wrestlers squabbling over their placement on the card.
I see men who are supposed to be gladiators concerned about where their merchandise is placed on the stand.
I see people like you, with tons of potential based on your gene pool alone, pissing it away because your unwilling to change your situation.
Unwilling to work for a spot on the roster, unwilling to shut your mouth and listen to someone who knows better, unwilling to earn a damn thing.
Go ahead, lie to me, I expect it.
But face facts Jimmy, your just like every other second or third generation piece of trash to ever crawl out of their famous father's nut sack.
You walked into this company wholly expecting your Daddy's name to pave a way for you, and when it didn't you cried like a three year old who just lost his balloon.
In your mind all of us should just lay down and bask in the glory that is the Punisher's semen on two legs.
But that's not how it is.
That's not how it's going to be.
I don't like you Jimmy.
I don't respect you.
I'm not walking into this match looking to give some epic performance that will be remembered for all time like when I battled AJ Phoenix.
Not this time.
No, when I step in that ring with you, when I put my title on the line against you, the only thing I will be thinking about is hurting you as badly as I possibly can.
To teach you and everyone else a lesson.
See Jimmy, I'm gonna make you famous, I'm gonna carve your name into the history of nCw, I'm gonna make it so no one ever forgets who you were.
This Sunday Jimmy Zane...
You get to become a martyr for nCw...
You get to pay for the sins of an entire roster...
You get to pay for their sloth, their gluttony, their greed and their lust... you get to pay for it all...
Because on Sunday...
You can call me Pontius Pilate...
I'll call you Jesus...
And then...
I'll crucify you...
In the name of New Championship Wrestling.
We do what we have to do. Others bury their heads between the swollen teats of indulgence and gratification, piglets squirming beneath a sow for shelter... But there is no shelter... and the future is bearing down like an express train.
Fade.