Post by Gib on Apr 22, 2009 18:21:10 GMT -6
So the final battle happens this weekend.
The war to end wars… The battle for supremacy…
I knew all along that I would be in this match, for it has been in my cards since the very day that Adam took me under his reigns. I knew that this day would come, and I feel that my presence over the last few months has been only a precursor for what is bound to happen this weekend. The destruction I have caused the people I have made examples of, the superstars whose lives I have changed all led up to this moment, and I promise the best is yet to come. For all the squeamish people, for the weak of stomach for those who need to turn their head when a person gets a minor compound fracture.
I warn you, avert your eyes. Turn away; don’t put yourself through what is bound to be a train wreck. For, when I face people that I have no reason to hurt I am a dangerous man, but when a cause is on the line, or when I am emotionally charged as I am for this match. Imagine what a homicidal maniac is capable of. See, I don’t worry about MGK; his minimalistic attempts at defending himself against me were reminiscent of baby defending its candy from an adult perpetrator. I know that after I faced him last time that he won’t be the same when he looks across the ring. His eyes will glaze over as soon as he sees the cracked, stained dilapidated mask of the scariest bogeyman he has ever faced. MGK, I know that I have become your nightmare, I know that I have become the last thing that you think about at night and the first thing you think of in the morning when you are trying to get the confidence to put your feet on the floor just before running for the door to make sure I am not under your bed, I may not have been there tonight, or may not be there tomorrow. But in a few short days you will have to look across the ring and see the perpetrator of your restless nights.
I waited last week when Leonard was making his announcement; I waited for him with bated breath hoping that he would pick some special members for his team. I was excited when I saw AJ Phoenix because he is one man I have been unable to get my surly hands around in my time here. I covet the thought of making his face look imperfect, the adrenaline rush that overtakes my body when I think of smashing his perfectly white teeth into the first row is one I rarely get. I can see it now, AJ in front of his fans proclaiming how much heart he has, and how my size won’t make a difference. Guess what? It isn’t the size you have to worry about AJ, it isn’t my inhuman strength because many people have that, Jackhammer has that but I don’t see him inflicting any degree of fear in his opponents. No, the size isn’t the scary thing, what is truly scary is what I like to do with the size. Anyone can beat someone else when they are bigger, but to really change someone as I wish to do to everyone here, to change you need to do more then just have insane size and strength, you also have to have intentions as to what to do with the aforementioned size and strength. And I promise you AJ, the intentions I have for you aren’t ones that include long walks on the beach and romantic candlelit dinners, my intentions for you are hurtful, they are sick, I guess you could say that in a way they are evil.
But of course, that depends on your definition of evil doesn’t it? We have all done things that are evil in our lives; we have all been part of questionable activities that someone could define as evil. AJ, you are no exception to this rule, but you can ask Dylan what happens when you step into the ring with me, you can ask this man who carries the same name whether or not he is related just exactly what it is like to get into the ring with someone that literally has no good thoughts running through his head. A man that has been left destitute for one too many times and one that wants nothing more then to share the robust amounts of pain he has felt with others. See, I want to share, I am not all bad. The first Phoenix that attempted to face against me was reduced to ashes, and after I am done with you I am afraid that there won’t even be ashes for you to resurrect yourself from.
JFK, you amount of wit and cynicisms are unbridled. I wish that I had the ability to command a microphone like you do, I do think that your attempt at rectifying whatever evil you think we have caused with your partners in Overdrive shows valor and poise. Under different circumstances I bet that I would go to the nCw store and pick up a JFK or Overdrive t-shirt, wearing it proudly and pumping my fists every single time I heard your theme music. However, that world doesn’t exist. Your initials fit you, you are charismatic, you are intelligent, you are handsome and a born leader. Unfortunately all those attributes won’t save you, they don’t transfer well to a match against me because when I see people who have it all, people who have the look, the intelligence, the ability to captivate millions I wonder what I ever did wrong to pull the short straw out of the genetic pool. Then, it happens, the rage begins. I can’t always control it, I can’t always put a bridle on it and when I am facing a whole team of men that are loved as much as you are I am scared of what I might do.
You guys could be male models. I guess in life, if you envy something so much, and you desire to be something so badly, that when you find that you aren’t able to ever be that person you tend to turn your admiration into hate, JFK, if you weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t want to destroy you so badly.
I thought this was going to be a bad week, I thought that I was going to be stuck in another slaughter with no back story, but then I heard you call his name Leonard, you called the one persons name that I can’t wait to get my hands on. Of course, laying waste to 4 men in one night for Adam’s cause is worthwhile, but when one person has gone out of his way to try and hurt me, to make fun of me, to consider me a monster then I practically foam at the mouth. When I heard his name I was nearly tittered in a convulsive manner.
Steven.
Last week, your sister called me names, mean and hurtful names. I have tried very hard to hold back me anger when I am called freak, or bum or one of the many others names I am constantly ridiculed with. You make assumptions based on what I look like, based on my economic status, assumptions that are unwarranted, unnecessary, and uncalled for. You like to think that you are a hero, a super uncle, but I am more of an uncle to your niece then you will ever be, when was the last time you played Barbies with her, or showed her a useful skill like cutting paper dolls. You don’t have the time for her, or maybe you do but you are too busy living life like a playboy. Ignoring your family, and of course, now you and your sister the stereotypical human beings that you are have painted me the villain. I nary have a foul thought in my head regarding Hope and in actuality my interactions with her have been therapeutic and have given me a level of humanity that I had lost before.
But I fear, I honestly fear what might happen if I lose that connection to humanity.
If I lose the only person that has been kind enough to listen and to understand that I am not a monster.
If I lose Hope…
Steve, I hope that you will rethink your position on this, because I have some powers of clairvoyance, and I can honestly say that if you step in my way, if you take her away then my only connection to humanity is gone, if that disappears I have bad feelings, I can see your future…
And it doesn’t end well.
Rethink things, just because I am her favorite uncle doesn’t mean that you can’t be her second favorite, and maybe is your sister can open her ignorant eyes, and look past her prejudice and hatred then she will see just how inviting and attractive I am. Then she and I can get married, and I can serve as the father that Hope never really had a chance to get to know. See, I know about the car accident, and I know that Hope needed something more then what she was getting. As your beloved brother in law and stepfather to Hope and husband to Jackie we can all be a happy family, and with me out of the uncle picture you can be the favorite again.
It is only a matter of time before you and Hope see what I am trying to do and understand that what I want is what is best for everyone.
Because if I don’t get what I want. People tend to get hurt…
Badly…
(fade)
(Scene opens, the rain falls from the sky. Inside we see the outline of people sitting around a dinner table, a man sits with a young girl, a familiar girl. The man is one of your favorite wrestlers, Steve Awesome, the girl his niece Hope. From the kitchen area a woman brings a casserole, you can feel the warmth and smell the aroma of a freshly cooked meal as she sits down. Occasionally a smile starts to cross Hope’s lips, like she knows something they don’t know but is scared that they will find out.)
(There is a movement outside the window, and out of sight a shape comes to rest. The camera changes and we see a yellowed hockey mask cracked with use over the face of a giant man. A man that is wearing a flannel shirt and incredibly dirty and torn jeans that you of course know as the antagonist of your nightmares Homeless Harold. He looks in the window as Jackie scoops spoonfuls of dinner onto their plates.)
(Harold reaches up, just so he can be closer, the rain drips from his stringy hair and his eyes are glowing with happiness yet second later they are welled over with sadness.)
(Hope raises a hand and does a half wave through the window. The mother catches sight of this and grabs a hold of her hand talking to her. Steve rushes to the window, his face lights up like he sees a ghost. He disappears from site as Harold turns and starts walking away, slowly, deliberately his footsteps are heavy on the sidewalk.)
Hey… Get back here…
(The voice of Steve rings out clearly and the only sound that responds is one of laughter. Steve runs after but he is unable to find Harold who is long gone by the time he gets outside. Steve walks and finds on the ground a package with his name on it. He opens it right where he stands…)
What the hell…
(He drops the box on the road, the camera zooms in and the skeletal remains of a squirrel are in the box, with a slip of paper, written on the paper is a tiny message. It says “See you Sunday – Your favorite Brother in Law” a smiley faces written in a dripping red substance rests on the bottom of the note. The scene fades)
The war to end wars… The battle for supremacy…
I knew all along that I would be in this match, for it has been in my cards since the very day that Adam took me under his reigns. I knew that this day would come, and I feel that my presence over the last few months has been only a precursor for what is bound to happen this weekend. The destruction I have caused the people I have made examples of, the superstars whose lives I have changed all led up to this moment, and I promise the best is yet to come. For all the squeamish people, for the weak of stomach for those who need to turn their head when a person gets a minor compound fracture.
I warn you, avert your eyes. Turn away; don’t put yourself through what is bound to be a train wreck. For, when I face people that I have no reason to hurt I am a dangerous man, but when a cause is on the line, or when I am emotionally charged as I am for this match. Imagine what a homicidal maniac is capable of. See, I don’t worry about MGK; his minimalistic attempts at defending himself against me were reminiscent of baby defending its candy from an adult perpetrator. I know that after I faced him last time that he won’t be the same when he looks across the ring. His eyes will glaze over as soon as he sees the cracked, stained dilapidated mask of the scariest bogeyman he has ever faced. MGK, I know that I have become your nightmare, I know that I have become the last thing that you think about at night and the first thing you think of in the morning when you are trying to get the confidence to put your feet on the floor just before running for the door to make sure I am not under your bed, I may not have been there tonight, or may not be there tomorrow. But in a few short days you will have to look across the ring and see the perpetrator of your restless nights.
I waited last week when Leonard was making his announcement; I waited for him with bated breath hoping that he would pick some special members for his team. I was excited when I saw AJ Phoenix because he is one man I have been unable to get my surly hands around in my time here. I covet the thought of making his face look imperfect, the adrenaline rush that overtakes my body when I think of smashing his perfectly white teeth into the first row is one I rarely get. I can see it now, AJ in front of his fans proclaiming how much heart he has, and how my size won’t make a difference. Guess what? It isn’t the size you have to worry about AJ, it isn’t my inhuman strength because many people have that, Jackhammer has that but I don’t see him inflicting any degree of fear in his opponents. No, the size isn’t the scary thing, what is truly scary is what I like to do with the size. Anyone can beat someone else when they are bigger, but to really change someone as I wish to do to everyone here, to change you need to do more then just have insane size and strength, you also have to have intentions as to what to do with the aforementioned size and strength. And I promise you AJ, the intentions I have for you aren’t ones that include long walks on the beach and romantic candlelit dinners, my intentions for you are hurtful, they are sick, I guess you could say that in a way they are evil.
But of course, that depends on your definition of evil doesn’t it? We have all done things that are evil in our lives; we have all been part of questionable activities that someone could define as evil. AJ, you are no exception to this rule, but you can ask Dylan what happens when you step into the ring with me, you can ask this man who carries the same name whether or not he is related just exactly what it is like to get into the ring with someone that literally has no good thoughts running through his head. A man that has been left destitute for one too many times and one that wants nothing more then to share the robust amounts of pain he has felt with others. See, I want to share, I am not all bad. The first Phoenix that attempted to face against me was reduced to ashes, and after I am done with you I am afraid that there won’t even be ashes for you to resurrect yourself from.
JFK, you amount of wit and cynicisms are unbridled. I wish that I had the ability to command a microphone like you do, I do think that your attempt at rectifying whatever evil you think we have caused with your partners in Overdrive shows valor and poise. Under different circumstances I bet that I would go to the nCw store and pick up a JFK or Overdrive t-shirt, wearing it proudly and pumping my fists every single time I heard your theme music. However, that world doesn’t exist. Your initials fit you, you are charismatic, you are intelligent, you are handsome and a born leader. Unfortunately all those attributes won’t save you, they don’t transfer well to a match against me because when I see people who have it all, people who have the look, the intelligence, the ability to captivate millions I wonder what I ever did wrong to pull the short straw out of the genetic pool. Then, it happens, the rage begins. I can’t always control it, I can’t always put a bridle on it and when I am facing a whole team of men that are loved as much as you are I am scared of what I might do.
You guys could be male models. I guess in life, if you envy something so much, and you desire to be something so badly, that when you find that you aren’t able to ever be that person you tend to turn your admiration into hate, JFK, if you weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t want to destroy you so badly.
I thought this was going to be a bad week, I thought that I was going to be stuck in another slaughter with no back story, but then I heard you call his name Leonard, you called the one persons name that I can’t wait to get my hands on. Of course, laying waste to 4 men in one night for Adam’s cause is worthwhile, but when one person has gone out of his way to try and hurt me, to make fun of me, to consider me a monster then I practically foam at the mouth. When I heard his name I was nearly tittered in a convulsive manner.
Steven.
Last week, your sister called me names, mean and hurtful names. I have tried very hard to hold back me anger when I am called freak, or bum or one of the many others names I am constantly ridiculed with. You make assumptions based on what I look like, based on my economic status, assumptions that are unwarranted, unnecessary, and uncalled for. You like to think that you are a hero, a super uncle, but I am more of an uncle to your niece then you will ever be, when was the last time you played Barbies with her, or showed her a useful skill like cutting paper dolls. You don’t have the time for her, or maybe you do but you are too busy living life like a playboy. Ignoring your family, and of course, now you and your sister the stereotypical human beings that you are have painted me the villain. I nary have a foul thought in my head regarding Hope and in actuality my interactions with her have been therapeutic and have given me a level of humanity that I had lost before.
But I fear, I honestly fear what might happen if I lose that connection to humanity.
If I lose the only person that has been kind enough to listen and to understand that I am not a monster.
If I lose Hope…
Steve, I hope that you will rethink your position on this, because I have some powers of clairvoyance, and I can honestly say that if you step in my way, if you take her away then my only connection to humanity is gone, if that disappears I have bad feelings, I can see your future…
And it doesn’t end well.
Rethink things, just because I am her favorite uncle doesn’t mean that you can’t be her second favorite, and maybe is your sister can open her ignorant eyes, and look past her prejudice and hatred then she will see just how inviting and attractive I am. Then she and I can get married, and I can serve as the father that Hope never really had a chance to get to know. See, I know about the car accident, and I know that Hope needed something more then what she was getting. As your beloved brother in law and stepfather to Hope and husband to Jackie we can all be a happy family, and with me out of the uncle picture you can be the favorite again.
It is only a matter of time before you and Hope see what I am trying to do and understand that what I want is what is best for everyone.
Because if I don’t get what I want. People tend to get hurt…
Badly…
(fade)
(Scene opens, the rain falls from the sky. Inside we see the outline of people sitting around a dinner table, a man sits with a young girl, a familiar girl. The man is one of your favorite wrestlers, Steve Awesome, the girl his niece Hope. From the kitchen area a woman brings a casserole, you can feel the warmth and smell the aroma of a freshly cooked meal as she sits down. Occasionally a smile starts to cross Hope’s lips, like she knows something they don’t know but is scared that they will find out.)
(There is a movement outside the window, and out of sight a shape comes to rest. The camera changes and we see a yellowed hockey mask cracked with use over the face of a giant man. A man that is wearing a flannel shirt and incredibly dirty and torn jeans that you of course know as the antagonist of your nightmares Homeless Harold. He looks in the window as Jackie scoops spoonfuls of dinner onto their plates.)
(Harold reaches up, just so he can be closer, the rain drips from his stringy hair and his eyes are glowing with happiness yet second later they are welled over with sadness.)
(Hope raises a hand and does a half wave through the window. The mother catches sight of this and grabs a hold of her hand talking to her. Steve rushes to the window, his face lights up like he sees a ghost. He disappears from site as Harold turns and starts walking away, slowly, deliberately his footsteps are heavy on the sidewalk.)
Hey… Get back here…
(The voice of Steve rings out clearly and the only sound that responds is one of laughter. Steve runs after but he is unable to find Harold who is long gone by the time he gets outside. Steve walks and finds on the ground a package with his name on it. He opens it right where he stands…)
What the hell…
(He drops the box on the road, the camera zooms in and the skeletal remains of a squirrel are in the box, with a slip of paper, written on the paper is a tiny message. It says “See you Sunday – Your favorite Brother in Law” a smiley faces written in a dripping red substance rests on the bottom of the note. The scene fades)