Post by Angel on May 24, 2009 20:19:13 GMT -6
What the hell is going on with me? Two weeks ago I talk to what seems like the Devil, then last week I talk to my dead father, now I have this crazy dream where I kill Shelly and AJ? Am I losing it?
No, no I'm fine, it's just the stress of everything going on, of losing Shelly, of finding out about Nero, of life I guess. I'll be alright. I just need to get my mind off the craziness and focus on the match this Sunday.
Burns and I left the hotel room shortly after the incident. We rode together in his rental to where Chad Lights wanted to film our little interview. He had a whole set up in a local studio, a couch, a chair, several pieces of paper containing his questions. We arrived before he was ready and took our seats on the couch. Burns was dressed in a pair of black slacks with some name brand button up shirt, something real fancy. Me, I don't know, I'm wearing whatever I left the apartment in. Looks like black jogging pants and some band t-shirt.
I look like a mess.
Chad comes out from behind the camera wearing his little suit thing. He comes over and sits down next to us in the arm chair, rifling through his question cards, smiling at us both politely.
"How you guys doing today?"
Burns gives me a look that basically means...
"DON'T SAY A DAMN THING ABOUT EARLIER!"
I silently agree.
"We're doing pretty good, how bout you chad."
"Things have been a little hectic around here actually. They misplaced one of our cameras, then they couldn't find the right wires for the mini mics, then the idiot who picks up my wardrobe lost my favorite coat, so yeah, I'm having sort of a ****ty day."
"Yeah, I know all about those."
Burns shots me a look.
"They happen. You guys ready to start recording?"
"Go for it."
Chad clears his throat and points at the camera. The little fat man behind the lens counts down from five, four, three, two, one, he sends us the signal to go ahead.
"Good afternoon nCw Nation. I'm Chad Lights and with me today is the current and longest reigning nCw Tag Team Champions of the World, Burning Angels, Philip Burns and Angel. Hows it going guys?"
"Just fine Chad."
"Peachy."
"Good, good. Lets get right down to it, shall we? This past week we saw a preview for Reborn when the two of you took on the current number one contenders, Perfect Freaks. Tell me your thoughts on that match."
Burns takes the lead, perhaps worried I'll say something foolish.
"Well Chad, they definitely put up a good fight, pretty much what we expected from them. Should make for a good challenge at Reborn.
"Your not at all worried about another repeat performance by your partner Angel?"
Burns looks over at me and shakes his head.
"Angel has my back, what happened on Collision was bound to happen eventually, I'm just glad it was that match and not a title match. Unlike some champions, I want to defend our titles at Reborn and cement our legacy in the tag team division."
Phil slaps me on the back lightly, I look over at him, confident in our friendship and our devotion to the success of this team.
"This next one is for Angel. Last week Kristoff Liam Bates seemed a little upset that you quote end quote ignored him."
"Before you continue Chad, let me just cut you off right there. See I've got a little beef with Kris right now. When that guy first showed up he was all respect and pride, being humble backstage and on camera to his peers. Then he picks up a win or two over Harold, takes Spike Kane down a notch or two and suddenly the guy acts like I should just bend over and kiss the ground he walks on. Sorry, not today pal."
I lean forward a bit.
"I didn't ignore you Bates, I said quite a bit about you in my first promo, all of which were certified facts, all of which are true, and all of which you ignored. If your so concerned with someone playing the reply game with you, then go feud with the Ace, me, I say what needs to be said and I move on. I don't need to suck all the air out of the room talking about my opponents, my life, my wife, my penis problems, or whatever it is you talk about in your little inner monologues. Honestly, I fast forward past the five minutes of you sitting on a couch and thinking to yourself. It's pretty boring, why don't you consider getting a new shtick."
True dat.
"As for your constant comparisons to Dark Prophet... Who the **** cares about Dark Prophet? Wasn't he like the biggest jobber in nCw history? Didn't he lose like ten straight matches? Didn't he get retired by a guy I could beat with both hands tied behind my back while hand cuffed to the ring post? I don't know about you, but there aren't many people who can manage to lose to Kole Kaos. As for DP's little streak, and how awesome it was, and how awesome yours is compared to it. Check this out real quick. I wrestled 13 matches before anyone in this company managed to pin me. THIRTEEN. Thats a one and a three back to back, and the man who did manage to pin me finally was called Trent Helms, and he was only able to do it after we nearly killed each other in a barbed wire massacre match for?.... NOTHING BUT RESPECT. So why don't you take your little streak, your little, and I mean little, hard on for DP, and cut an inner monologue whining about the recent increase in price for Viagra. God knows it's only a matter of time before you have a three month long epic about how you can't get it up."
I don't know why but Kristoff really pissed me off this week.
"Wow... Uh... I guess that takes care of Kristoff.... I'd like to ask you about your brother, Nero. When exactly did you figure out who he was?"
"I knew pretty much from the start. When he cut that first promo, I just felt it in my gut. Like I've said, I had seen him before, of course that was without the make up on, and he was dressed much nicer, but I knew it was him."
"And how do you feel about him getting into the wrestling business?"
"I'd like to say I'm happy. My family isn't exactly renowned like the Hollands or the Kane's, but my family has made its mark in the wrestling business. My older brother Damien was a former World Champion, and was rather feared in life. Nero reminds me of him, they both wore face paint, they both wrestled with a dark side, and they both scared the crap out of their opponents. My twin brother Alex, also known as Faith, held several championships, and though he wasn't liked, he was respected where ever he went. Then our sister Xanetia was probably the only women I've ever seen man handle men twice her size. So as you can see, revenge or not, Nero is following in the foot steps of his family, so a part of me is happy to see him here."
"A part?"
"Yes, well then theres the part of me that realizes this guy is trying to either end my career or bring me over to the dark side. Like some kind of painted up Darth Vader. I'm guessing his sister, also named Faith, is the Emperor or something. Whatever. Nero crossed the line last week."
Hayleigh and Shelly are still with AJ, their still safe from Nero, but just thinking about what he did boils my blood.
"Which brings me to my next question. You seemed pretty resistant to fighting Nero going into the match, but as we saw with that chair shot, you changed your mind, what happened?"
"To be honest Chad, I have no idea. Something just snapped in me. Perhaps it was the blatant disrespect, perhaps it was the monster within me coming out to play, or perhaps I'm just losing it, who knows?"
Phil pretends to laugh, trying to cover up what I'm sure he fears is the truth.
"What I do know is I decided to cross that line. Nero messed with my family, he got under my skin, he got in my head, and now he's going to pay Chad. He seems to think I'm not the same man I used to be. He seems to think I'm some how weaker from losing my wife. He seems to think he's going to change me into him. What he doesn't realize is, without me there would be no him. Without me, he wouldn't even exist. Nero is our father's way of trying to replace what he lost. Dad had a family, he had sons and he ruined it, he drove my mother away, he made Alex and I hate him. So when he found your mother, he saw his chance to have a new family, to have a new son, one he could brain wash and control like a little marionette. Nero, I feel bad for you because you don't know what it's like to think and feel on your own. All you know are your orders, be it the ones from Dad or the ones from your sister."
"So in your words, has the monster come out to play?"
"Chad, the things I've done in this company just to win, just to move ahead, just to see my legacy furthered are legendary. What Xavier Williams and I did to each other in the DeathCage, the wars AJ Phoenix and I had over respect, the lengths I went to see the Revolution succeed before making the choice to destroy it, those things are etched forever into the foundation of nCw and of my career. Whoever you think I've become, whatever you think I've lost or forgotten, I'm here to tell you that your wrong. I am and always have been exactly what you see. So I put on a mask for Shelly and Hayleigh, so I want my daughter to think her father is a cuddly teddy bear, it doesn't mean I'm going to hesitate when I have you in my cross hairs this Sunday Nero. You wanna know what happens to people who get in my way and piss me off? Ask my former best friend Falcon. He should be able to show you a few scars I gave him for getting in my way."
I feel a hand rubbing my left shoulder. I look over and I see my mother, she looks so sweet, her gray hair tied back in a bun, her black dress falling over her still physically fit frame. I run my left hand over her cheek and smile.
"You were always my good boy Angel, my little guardian Angel."
"I've missed you mom."
"Don't, I'm always with you baby, keeping you safe."
"Angel?"
"Whats going on?"
"Dude?"
"I'll be with you Sunday Angel, just remember, as long as you do your very best you have nothing to be shamed of."
"I'll remember mom."
"ANGEL!"
"Good bye son."
"Bye Ma'."
Phil grabs me by the shoulders and begins shaking me again.
"ANGEL! ANGEL! Come on man don't do this again, wake up."
"Whats going on? Is he alright?"
"Cut the damn cameras, now."
"You heard Phil, shut it down."
Phil looks worried again. I don't understand why, can't a guy talk to his mother about his big match? Whats so wrong with that?
"Relax Phil, I was just talking to my mom, nothing to worry about."
His face turns white, like he's realizing something.
"Angel..."
"What?"
"Your mom's been dead for over six years."
Oh yeah....
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"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good."
No, no I'm fine, it's just the stress of everything going on, of losing Shelly, of finding out about Nero, of life I guess. I'll be alright. I just need to get my mind off the craziness and focus on the match this Sunday.
Burns and I left the hotel room shortly after the incident. We rode together in his rental to where Chad Lights wanted to film our little interview. He had a whole set up in a local studio, a couch, a chair, several pieces of paper containing his questions. We arrived before he was ready and took our seats on the couch. Burns was dressed in a pair of black slacks with some name brand button up shirt, something real fancy. Me, I don't know, I'm wearing whatever I left the apartment in. Looks like black jogging pants and some band t-shirt.
I look like a mess.
Chad comes out from behind the camera wearing his little suit thing. He comes over and sits down next to us in the arm chair, rifling through his question cards, smiling at us both politely.
"How you guys doing today?"
Burns gives me a look that basically means...
"DON'T SAY A DAMN THING ABOUT EARLIER!"
I silently agree.
"We're doing pretty good, how bout you chad."
"Things have been a little hectic around here actually. They misplaced one of our cameras, then they couldn't find the right wires for the mini mics, then the idiot who picks up my wardrobe lost my favorite coat, so yeah, I'm having sort of a ****ty day."
"Yeah, I know all about those."
Burns shots me a look.
"They happen. You guys ready to start recording?"
"Go for it."
Chad clears his throat and points at the camera. The little fat man behind the lens counts down from five, four, three, two, one, he sends us the signal to go ahead.
"Good afternoon nCw Nation. I'm Chad Lights and with me today is the current and longest reigning nCw Tag Team Champions of the World, Burning Angels, Philip Burns and Angel. Hows it going guys?"
"Just fine Chad."
"Peachy."
"Good, good. Lets get right down to it, shall we? This past week we saw a preview for Reborn when the two of you took on the current number one contenders, Perfect Freaks. Tell me your thoughts on that match."
Burns takes the lead, perhaps worried I'll say something foolish.
"Well Chad, they definitely put up a good fight, pretty much what we expected from them. Should make for a good challenge at Reborn.
"Your not at all worried about another repeat performance by your partner Angel?"
Burns looks over at me and shakes his head.
"Angel has my back, what happened on Collision was bound to happen eventually, I'm just glad it was that match and not a title match. Unlike some champions, I want to defend our titles at Reborn and cement our legacy in the tag team division."
Phil slaps me on the back lightly, I look over at him, confident in our friendship and our devotion to the success of this team.
"This next one is for Angel. Last week Kristoff Liam Bates seemed a little upset that you quote end quote ignored him."
"Before you continue Chad, let me just cut you off right there. See I've got a little beef with Kris right now. When that guy first showed up he was all respect and pride, being humble backstage and on camera to his peers. Then he picks up a win or two over Harold, takes Spike Kane down a notch or two and suddenly the guy acts like I should just bend over and kiss the ground he walks on. Sorry, not today pal."
I lean forward a bit.
"I didn't ignore you Bates, I said quite a bit about you in my first promo, all of which were certified facts, all of which are true, and all of which you ignored. If your so concerned with someone playing the reply game with you, then go feud with the Ace, me, I say what needs to be said and I move on. I don't need to suck all the air out of the room talking about my opponents, my life, my wife, my penis problems, or whatever it is you talk about in your little inner monologues. Honestly, I fast forward past the five minutes of you sitting on a couch and thinking to yourself. It's pretty boring, why don't you consider getting a new shtick."
True dat.
"As for your constant comparisons to Dark Prophet... Who the **** cares about Dark Prophet? Wasn't he like the biggest jobber in nCw history? Didn't he lose like ten straight matches? Didn't he get retired by a guy I could beat with both hands tied behind my back while hand cuffed to the ring post? I don't know about you, but there aren't many people who can manage to lose to Kole Kaos. As for DP's little streak, and how awesome it was, and how awesome yours is compared to it. Check this out real quick. I wrestled 13 matches before anyone in this company managed to pin me. THIRTEEN. Thats a one and a three back to back, and the man who did manage to pin me finally was called Trent Helms, and he was only able to do it after we nearly killed each other in a barbed wire massacre match for?.... NOTHING BUT RESPECT. So why don't you take your little streak, your little, and I mean little, hard on for DP, and cut an inner monologue whining about the recent increase in price for Viagra. God knows it's only a matter of time before you have a three month long epic about how you can't get it up."
I don't know why but Kristoff really pissed me off this week.
"Wow... Uh... I guess that takes care of Kristoff.... I'd like to ask you about your brother, Nero. When exactly did you figure out who he was?"
"I knew pretty much from the start. When he cut that first promo, I just felt it in my gut. Like I've said, I had seen him before, of course that was without the make up on, and he was dressed much nicer, but I knew it was him."
"And how do you feel about him getting into the wrestling business?"
"I'd like to say I'm happy. My family isn't exactly renowned like the Hollands or the Kane's, but my family has made its mark in the wrestling business. My older brother Damien was a former World Champion, and was rather feared in life. Nero reminds me of him, they both wore face paint, they both wrestled with a dark side, and they both scared the crap out of their opponents. My twin brother Alex, also known as Faith, held several championships, and though he wasn't liked, he was respected where ever he went. Then our sister Xanetia was probably the only women I've ever seen man handle men twice her size. So as you can see, revenge or not, Nero is following in the foot steps of his family, so a part of me is happy to see him here."
"A part?"
"Yes, well then theres the part of me that realizes this guy is trying to either end my career or bring me over to the dark side. Like some kind of painted up Darth Vader. I'm guessing his sister, also named Faith, is the Emperor or something. Whatever. Nero crossed the line last week."
Hayleigh and Shelly are still with AJ, their still safe from Nero, but just thinking about what he did boils my blood.
"Which brings me to my next question. You seemed pretty resistant to fighting Nero going into the match, but as we saw with that chair shot, you changed your mind, what happened?"
"To be honest Chad, I have no idea. Something just snapped in me. Perhaps it was the blatant disrespect, perhaps it was the monster within me coming out to play, or perhaps I'm just losing it, who knows?"
Phil pretends to laugh, trying to cover up what I'm sure he fears is the truth.
"What I do know is I decided to cross that line. Nero messed with my family, he got under my skin, he got in my head, and now he's going to pay Chad. He seems to think I'm not the same man I used to be. He seems to think I'm some how weaker from losing my wife. He seems to think he's going to change me into him. What he doesn't realize is, without me there would be no him. Without me, he wouldn't even exist. Nero is our father's way of trying to replace what he lost. Dad had a family, he had sons and he ruined it, he drove my mother away, he made Alex and I hate him. So when he found your mother, he saw his chance to have a new family, to have a new son, one he could brain wash and control like a little marionette. Nero, I feel bad for you because you don't know what it's like to think and feel on your own. All you know are your orders, be it the ones from Dad or the ones from your sister."
"So in your words, has the monster come out to play?"
"Chad, the things I've done in this company just to win, just to move ahead, just to see my legacy furthered are legendary. What Xavier Williams and I did to each other in the DeathCage, the wars AJ Phoenix and I had over respect, the lengths I went to see the Revolution succeed before making the choice to destroy it, those things are etched forever into the foundation of nCw and of my career. Whoever you think I've become, whatever you think I've lost or forgotten, I'm here to tell you that your wrong. I am and always have been exactly what you see. So I put on a mask for Shelly and Hayleigh, so I want my daughter to think her father is a cuddly teddy bear, it doesn't mean I'm going to hesitate when I have you in my cross hairs this Sunday Nero. You wanna know what happens to people who get in my way and piss me off? Ask my former best friend Falcon. He should be able to show you a few scars I gave him for getting in my way."
I feel a hand rubbing my left shoulder. I look over and I see my mother, she looks so sweet, her gray hair tied back in a bun, her black dress falling over her still physically fit frame. I run my left hand over her cheek and smile.
"You were always my good boy Angel, my little guardian Angel."
"I've missed you mom."
"Don't, I'm always with you baby, keeping you safe."
"Angel?"
"Whats going on?"
"Dude?"
"I'll be with you Sunday Angel, just remember, as long as you do your very best you have nothing to be shamed of."
"I'll remember mom."
"ANGEL!"
"Good bye son."
"Bye Ma'."
Phil grabs me by the shoulders and begins shaking me again.
"ANGEL! ANGEL! Come on man don't do this again, wake up."
"Whats going on? Is he alright?"
"Cut the damn cameras, now."
"You heard Phil, shut it down."
Phil looks worried again. I don't understand why, can't a guy talk to his mother about his big match? Whats so wrong with that?
"Relax Phil, I was just talking to my mom, nothing to worry about."
His face turns white, like he's realizing something.
"Angel..."
"What?"
"Your mom's been dead for over six years."
Oh yeah....
---------------------------------------------------------
"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good."