Post by Philip Burns on May 29, 2009 1:52:54 GMT -6
Philip Burns is walking down the hallway of an office building. His swagger is more dominant than usual as he is not using his cane. Burns is wearing his leather motorcycle riding jacket with blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His cane, however, is present despite being in his hand. It is nestled in between his jacket and shirt, sticking straight up from behind his head like a katana. He strolls down to an open area where a receptionist wearing a headset is seated behind a desk. This red-headed cougar greets him with a smile. Burns informs her that he is here to see his agent/girlfriend Kaleena Hughes for lunch. After a brief wait she greets him at her office door and they embrace. After an almost graphic kiss they lock hands and make their way into her office.
This lovely lady is obviously doing very well for herself judging from the looks of her office. The TV alone would make a normal person vomit. She has ordered food from a local eatery and it awaits them on a nearby table. Burns is quick to pull the chair our for his lady and they sit. Ms. Hughes can remain silent no longer about his obvious lack of pain.
“So, Why is the cane not in play? Something happen?” she asked.
Burns: Well babe I have got to tell you. Not only is Angel the greatest tag team partner I could ever ask for but the guy is one hell of a friend.
(The video plays back as he describes the event)
I was at home, on the phone with the kind sir and informed him I would most likely cancel this lunch date due to a particularly high amount of pain in my leg. It was worse than usual and there was nothing I could do. I needed an adrenaline rush to mask this beast I am burdened with. Well he offered his condolences and wished he could help. Of course I told him it wasn't his fault, yada yada. So I step out to put my motorcycle in the covered parking because it looked like it was about to rain. I came back and when I came in the house all the lights were off.
KH: What the hell was up with that?
PB: My thoughts exactly. So here I am in the dark trying to find a switch, which by the way didn't work when I found it, and I hear a noise. I attempt to flip the previously mentioned light switch only to discover the power is out. Out of nowhere I am tackled from behind and put on my ass. I am freaking out as the guy holds me down and puts a knife to my throat. I try and try to get free but -
KH: Then Angel burst through the door and rescued you?
PB: Quite the opposite. I managed to finally trap the arm that was brandishing the weapon and turn it against the intruder. I stab him once in the chest but the blade just slides into the handle. It was a trick knife. Then suddenly I heard this maniacal laughing that sounded oh so familiar. I look down and pull the mask off the guy and who is it but not Angel.
KH: Oh my god. Thats pretty messed up!
PB: No, no my love. That's a friend doing solid for his partner. I didn't realize what he was trying to do and I start yelling at the guy. I'm pissed and all he does is laugh. So finally I confront this seemingly insane man and ask him just what the hell he was doing.
KH: And?
PB: His only response was “Enjoy your date.” So I let him go and we calmed down. He broke into my home and nearly got his ass whooped to help me so we could see each other. Not only is it original but its damn touching.
KH: Wow. You guys are really looking out for each other. Thats why you are so much better than the Perfect Freaks.
PB: Another time. Lets just enjoy this while I'm pain free. Ive still got a few hours before it comes back.
As the two laugh and eat, enjoying the time they have set aside to see each other, the following voice-over is heard:
Its no secret that just about everybody in this match is a little messed up. Angel and I both hallucinate. Its amazing how such ill adjusted human beings are the longest reigning tag team champions in nCw history. Its obvious that our careers keep us at least somewhat stable. I myself think I am pretty messed up. I am damn near crippled because I'm not as famous as I want to be? I don't buy that. If being inducted into the Hall of Fame cures me like my visions say, I will be surprised enough to **** myself.
Let's not forget, Bates wants to kill me based on a dream. A dream? I want to be perfectly clear to Kristoff that IF anything happens to his wife it will be his fault. It will be his recklessness that will lead to the events in that dream and nobody else's. I don't go to the ring to suicide dive into women. I go to defeat men in competition; men who would see fit to take my championship from me. Men like you and Nero.
Nero has a problem with my partner Angel. These brothers are nothing alike yet eerily similar all in the instance. Its perfectly clear that Angel wants nothing to do with his brother as it is. My only message to Nero is: You have no brother. I am Angel's brother now. The mutual respect that our careers have given us is more than enough to outlast whatever messed up bond you might think you have. Neither you nor your “normal” partner are fit for these championship belts. This Sunday, as always, they will remain around our waists.
There is nothing normal about this match. If this feud isn't settled soon, and I mean real soon, I fear something terrible is going to happen.
This ridiculous blend of family feuds and unstable minds is going to spill over into something nasty. Mark my words.
This lovely lady is obviously doing very well for herself judging from the looks of her office. The TV alone would make a normal person vomit. She has ordered food from a local eatery and it awaits them on a nearby table. Burns is quick to pull the chair our for his lady and they sit. Ms. Hughes can remain silent no longer about his obvious lack of pain.
“So, Why is the cane not in play? Something happen?” she asked.
Burns: Well babe I have got to tell you. Not only is Angel the greatest tag team partner I could ever ask for but the guy is one hell of a friend.
(The video plays back as he describes the event)
I was at home, on the phone with the kind sir and informed him I would most likely cancel this lunch date due to a particularly high amount of pain in my leg. It was worse than usual and there was nothing I could do. I needed an adrenaline rush to mask this beast I am burdened with. Well he offered his condolences and wished he could help. Of course I told him it wasn't his fault, yada yada. So I step out to put my motorcycle in the covered parking because it looked like it was about to rain. I came back and when I came in the house all the lights were off.
KH: What the hell was up with that?
PB: My thoughts exactly. So here I am in the dark trying to find a switch, which by the way didn't work when I found it, and I hear a noise. I attempt to flip the previously mentioned light switch only to discover the power is out. Out of nowhere I am tackled from behind and put on my ass. I am freaking out as the guy holds me down and puts a knife to my throat. I try and try to get free but -
KH: Then Angel burst through the door and rescued you?
PB: Quite the opposite. I managed to finally trap the arm that was brandishing the weapon and turn it against the intruder. I stab him once in the chest but the blade just slides into the handle. It was a trick knife. Then suddenly I heard this maniacal laughing that sounded oh so familiar. I look down and pull the mask off the guy and who is it but not Angel.
KH: Oh my god. Thats pretty messed up!
PB: No, no my love. That's a friend doing solid for his partner. I didn't realize what he was trying to do and I start yelling at the guy. I'm pissed and all he does is laugh. So finally I confront this seemingly insane man and ask him just what the hell he was doing.
KH: And?
PB: His only response was “Enjoy your date.” So I let him go and we calmed down. He broke into my home and nearly got his ass whooped to help me so we could see each other. Not only is it original but its damn touching.
KH: Wow. You guys are really looking out for each other. Thats why you are so much better than the Perfect Freaks.
PB: Another time. Lets just enjoy this while I'm pain free. Ive still got a few hours before it comes back.
As the two laugh and eat, enjoying the time they have set aside to see each other, the following voice-over is heard:
Its no secret that just about everybody in this match is a little messed up. Angel and I both hallucinate. Its amazing how such ill adjusted human beings are the longest reigning tag team champions in nCw history. Its obvious that our careers keep us at least somewhat stable. I myself think I am pretty messed up. I am damn near crippled because I'm not as famous as I want to be? I don't buy that. If being inducted into the Hall of Fame cures me like my visions say, I will be surprised enough to **** myself.
Let's not forget, Bates wants to kill me based on a dream. A dream? I want to be perfectly clear to Kristoff that IF anything happens to his wife it will be his fault. It will be his recklessness that will lead to the events in that dream and nobody else's. I don't go to the ring to suicide dive into women. I go to defeat men in competition; men who would see fit to take my championship from me. Men like you and Nero.
Nero has a problem with my partner Angel. These brothers are nothing alike yet eerily similar all in the instance. Its perfectly clear that Angel wants nothing to do with his brother as it is. My only message to Nero is: You have no brother. I am Angel's brother now. The mutual respect that our careers have given us is more than enough to outlast whatever messed up bond you might think you have. Neither you nor your “normal” partner are fit for these championship belts. This Sunday, as always, they will remain around our waists.
There is nothing normal about this match. If this feud isn't settled soon, and I mean real soon, I fear something terrible is going to happen.
This ridiculous blend of family feuds and unstable minds is going to spill over into something nasty. Mark my words.