Post by Savior X on Oct 29, 2009 18:00:29 GMT -5
The scene is a simple one, one everyone here has seen at some point in their life times. It is a class room. Theres a map on the wall, a desk at the head of the class, twenty or so smaller desks in four rows, book shelves and all that other jazz. However, the reason we're here is tucked away in the last row, seated in a desk in the corner, gazing out the window. Angel sits, resting his head on his arm as he looks out the window.
Angel: There are some things that never cease to be funny. Like when someone has not one or two or even three but four people jump you before picking up a win, complain when we even the odds.
Angel turns his head just a little to look into the camera innocently.
Angel: Whats wrong Chris, didn't like the taste of your own medicine? A little hard to swallow was it? My three year old daughter doesn't cry as much as you son, Christ, I felt like I was watching a segment from Oprah.
Cut scene to the set of Oprah and some whiny little brat thats dressed eerily similar to Chris Cobain.
Miss Cobain: HE DIDN'T BEAT ME!!!! I BEAT HIM AND I DID IT NOT FAIRLY TOO AND WHEN HE BEAT ME NOT FAIRLY I'M GONNA CRY BUT WHEN I BEAT HIM NOT FAIRLY I'M GOING TO BRAG ABOUT IT BECAUSE THERE IS SAND IN MY VAGINA![/b]
Oprah: It's ok Chris, we all know and understand your pain, eating your own words is a terrible thing, but sometimes you have to face facts.
Miss Cobain: I BEAT HIM I DID I TELL YOU! WHY DOES NO ONE BELIEVE ME!!!??
And cut back to Angel in the class room.
Angel: I'm guessing it's because your a hypocrite and you just don't know when to shut up. You COULD NOT beat me fairly, so you cheated. We could beat you fairly, but we were proving a point. If you happened to have missed the irony in what we did on Sunday, then I'm sorry your a moron without a formal education. However, if it makes you feel better Chris, I'd love another shot at you.
Angel leans forward now on both hands and gives the camera the "doe" eyes.
Angel: I mean, you are so big and bad ass and oh my goodness are your muscles nice and oily, not to mention your lovely foreign accent, just being in the ring next to you makes little old emo me look so much better.
And thats followed by a "pfft" and a chuckle.
Angel: Honestly Chris, I haven't a doubt in my mind that you will be walking out of Pyro with that Chaotic title firmly around your waist, like I've said before, your good, good enough to not cheat. But I'll make you a deal, seeing as we are One and One, no matter how you try and deny us our win. Next week, you and I, one last time, and if you happen to be the Chaotic Champion, throw it on the line, I could always us a little more gold to lighten up my black on black wardrobe. But it's going to end next week Chris. I've wasted enough time with people like you, it's time for Enmity to take on the foundation of this company. It's time for us to claim what should have always been ours. It's time for the Savior to claim his Crown. See you in the main event Chris.
He now leans back in the school desk, both hands behind his head, fingers interlocked. A position of power for those of you who can read physical mannerisms.
Angel: I need to make a confession here. See, allot of people have been asking me why I've been so hard on the XHF, why, if nCw were so good did I walk away to join this promotion, why all I ever seem to do is talk about salvation. I'm going to tell you...
I'm Jealous.
Thats right, I said it, Jealous. I'm jealous of everyone on the roster, past, present and future. I'm jealous of AJ Phoenix, Brad and Spike Kane, The Ace, MGK, Doc, Reeshi, Steve Awesome for being regarded so highly the world over for what they've done here. I'm jealous of Mr. Happy, Sexy Jason, Mr. Mysterio, Tyrone Smith and even Chris Cobain. I'm jealous of the fact that all of them were able to get into this company, to make name's for themselves and not a single one of them ever really seemed to have to earn it. I'm jealous that XHF can, will and has acquired some of the best and worst talent the industry has ever known, and in every instance has let them slip through their fingers. I'm jealous that at one point this was the pinnacle of the wrestling industry, that this is where you came to make a name for yourself, that this was where the big boys played and... I wasn't here.
He sighs, contemplating, remembering where he was when Spike Kane became a God, when AJ Phoenix and Tara were a couple, when Brad Kane had some balls... Oh wait, that last one was never true... EVER!
Angel: Basically, I'm just jealous that at one point this company was on top of the world and I wasn't here to test myself against the best. Sure, I've faced some of them along the way, even beaten a few XHF's legends, but through it all there was always this nagging thought in the back of mind, wondering whether I could really make it in the land of Xtreme. XHF after all is a place with no real rules, no real limits, anything can and probably will happen. XHF is a place of constant change. A company where someone like Cobain can join and instantly become a house hold name over someone like Harold Campbell.
I'm Jealous that I joined XHF now, during it's down fall. I don't want to see this company die, I don't want to crush the heart that beats within. I want to see it rise, I want to see it be better than ever. As good as nCw was, as tough as the competition is, all they ever were was a sister promotion to XHF. Some company that popped up with a rich owner and jacked all the talent from a few others places, XHF included. They ransacked this roster, built their name off the XHF's back. nCw has never had the blood wars and battles XHF has, they've never had champions like XHF has, they've never seen what this company and these fans have seen.
He goes back to looking out the window as he stands up from the desk, shaking his hair loose with his right hand.
Angel: In the past I've often ridiculed this company and the response was always "You wouldn't last a day in the XHF." So far I've lasted a month and I don't plan on going anywhere. I'm not here because I want to prove that other place is better, I'm not here representing them, I don't want to be known as Angel from that other place. I want to be known as Savior X, specifically, I want to be known as the XHF's greatest X Crown Champion of all time. I want to be the literal face of this company because at the end of the day if you can't make it here, you can't make it anywhere else. Something I'm looking to prove to everyone who has enjoyed their down hill coast thus far. Like we've been saying, Enmity will usher in a new age of dominance. We will revitalize the competition and raise the bar for everyone both inside and outside of our walls.
As the old sang goes, only the strong will survive and it will be kill or be killed. And that is my final message to our opponents this week, Obsidian and GQ Money.
Slowly he begins to make his way to the front of the class room, still looking out the window, focusing on something we cannot see.
Angel: It's a simple choice, one I have offered to all my opponents. Prove your worth in that ring by defeating me. Prove your not just another low life XHF hired to fill out it's roster. Prove why this company once dominated the industry with a barbed wire wrapped fist. Prove.... yourself....
Finally he takes his eyes off the window and looks at the camera.
Angel: As for Steven, you don't need to prove yourself to me. I know all to well who and what you are. The fact remains, your the best XHF has to offer and... I'm jealous... because I want to be. Only one way to make that happen, you have until Pyro to accept.
With that Angel turns to his left and brushes by the camera. We turn to look out the window and see a beautiful brunette playing with a little girl, a little girl who goes running into the arms of her father as he approaches. The End.
Angel: There are some things that never cease to be funny. Like when someone has not one or two or even three but four people jump you before picking up a win, complain when we even the odds.
Angel turns his head just a little to look into the camera innocently.
Angel: Whats wrong Chris, didn't like the taste of your own medicine? A little hard to swallow was it? My three year old daughter doesn't cry as much as you son, Christ, I felt like I was watching a segment from Oprah.
Cut scene to the set of Oprah and some whiny little brat thats dressed eerily similar to Chris Cobain.
Miss Cobain: HE DIDN'T BEAT ME!!!! I BEAT HIM AND I DID IT NOT FAIRLY TOO AND WHEN HE BEAT ME NOT FAIRLY I'M GONNA CRY BUT WHEN I BEAT HIM NOT FAIRLY I'M GOING TO BRAG ABOUT IT BECAUSE THERE IS SAND IN MY VAGINA![/b]
Oprah: It's ok Chris, we all know and understand your pain, eating your own words is a terrible thing, but sometimes you have to face facts.
Miss Cobain: I BEAT HIM I DID I TELL YOU! WHY DOES NO ONE BELIEVE ME!!!??
And cut back to Angel in the class room.
Angel: I'm guessing it's because your a hypocrite and you just don't know when to shut up. You COULD NOT beat me fairly, so you cheated. We could beat you fairly, but we were proving a point. If you happened to have missed the irony in what we did on Sunday, then I'm sorry your a moron without a formal education. However, if it makes you feel better Chris, I'd love another shot at you.
Angel leans forward now on both hands and gives the camera the "doe" eyes.
Angel: I mean, you are so big and bad ass and oh my goodness are your muscles nice and oily, not to mention your lovely foreign accent, just being in the ring next to you makes little old emo me look so much better.
And thats followed by a "pfft" and a chuckle.
Angel: Honestly Chris, I haven't a doubt in my mind that you will be walking out of Pyro with that Chaotic title firmly around your waist, like I've said before, your good, good enough to not cheat. But I'll make you a deal, seeing as we are One and One, no matter how you try and deny us our win. Next week, you and I, one last time, and if you happen to be the Chaotic Champion, throw it on the line, I could always us a little more gold to lighten up my black on black wardrobe. But it's going to end next week Chris. I've wasted enough time with people like you, it's time for Enmity to take on the foundation of this company. It's time for us to claim what should have always been ours. It's time for the Savior to claim his Crown. See you in the main event Chris.
He now leans back in the school desk, both hands behind his head, fingers interlocked. A position of power for those of you who can read physical mannerisms.
Angel: I need to make a confession here. See, allot of people have been asking me why I've been so hard on the XHF, why, if nCw were so good did I walk away to join this promotion, why all I ever seem to do is talk about salvation. I'm going to tell you...
I'm Jealous.
Thats right, I said it, Jealous. I'm jealous of everyone on the roster, past, present and future. I'm jealous of AJ Phoenix, Brad and Spike Kane, The Ace, MGK, Doc, Reeshi, Steve Awesome for being regarded so highly the world over for what they've done here. I'm jealous of Mr. Happy, Sexy Jason, Mr. Mysterio, Tyrone Smith and even Chris Cobain. I'm jealous of the fact that all of them were able to get into this company, to make name's for themselves and not a single one of them ever really seemed to have to earn it. I'm jealous that XHF can, will and has acquired some of the best and worst talent the industry has ever known, and in every instance has let them slip through their fingers. I'm jealous that at one point this was the pinnacle of the wrestling industry, that this is where you came to make a name for yourself, that this was where the big boys played and... I wasn't here.
He sighs, contemplating, remembering where he was when Spike Kane became a God, when AJ Phoenix and Tara were a couple, when Brad Kane had some balls... Oh wait, that last one was never true... EVER!
Angel: Basically, I'm just jealous that at one point this company was on top of the world and I wasn't here to test myself against the best. Sure, I've faced some of them along the way, even beaten a few XHF's legends, but through it all there was always this nagging thought in the back of mind, wondering whether I could really make it in the land of Xtreme. XHF after all is a place with no real rules, no real limits, anything can and probably will happen. XHF is a place of constant change. A company where someone like Cobain can join and instantly become a house hold name over someone like Harold Campbell.
I'm Jealous that I joined XHF now, during it's down fall. I don't want to see this company die, I don't want to crush the heart that beats within. I want to see it rise, I want to see it be better than ever. As good as nCw was, as tough as the competition is, all they ever were was a sister promotion to XHF. Some company that popped up with a rich owner and jacked all the talent from a few others places, XHF included. They ransacked this roster, built their name off the XHF's back. nCw has never had the blood wars and battles XHF has, they've never had champions like XHF has, they've never seen what this company and these fans have seen.
He goes back to looking out the window as he stands up from the desk, shaking his hair loose with his right hand.
Angel: In the past I've often ridiculed this company and the response was always "You wouldn't last a day in the XHF." So far I've lasted a month and I don't plan on going anywhere. I'm not here because I want to prove that other place is better, I'm not here representing them, I don't want to be known as Angel from that other place. I want to be known as Savior X, specifically, I want to be known as the XHF's greatest X Crown Champion of all time. I want to be the literal face of this company because at the end of the day if you can't make it here, you can't make it anywhere else. Something I'm looking to prove to everyone who has enjoyed their down hill coast thus far. Like we've been saying, Enmity will usher in a new age of dominance. We will revitalize the competition and raise the bar for everyone both inside and outside of our walls.
As the old sang goes, only the strong will survive and it will be kill or be killed. And that is my final message to our opponents this week, Obsidian and GQ Money.
Slowly he begins to make his way to the front of the class room, still looking out the window, focusing on something we cannot see.
Angel: It's a simple choice, one I have offered to all my opponents. Prove your worth in that ring by defeating me. Prove your not just another low life XHF hired to fill out it's roster. Prove why this company once dominated the industry with a barbed wire wrapped fist. Prove.... yourself....
Finally he takes his eyes off the window and looks at the camera.
Angel: As for Steven, you don't need to prove yourself to me. I know all to well who and what you are. The fact remains, your the best XHF has to offer and... I'm jealous... because I want to be. Only one way to make that happen, you have until Pyro to accept.
With that Angel turns to his left and brushes by the camera. We turn to look out the window and see a beautiful brunette playing with a little girl, a little girl who goes running into the arms of her father as he approaches. The End.
but you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
because you know it all and I guess things will never change
but you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition ill remember when I'm letting go of...
you and me we're through and rearranged
It seems that your not satisfied
there's too much on your mind
So you leave and I cant believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
because you know it all and I guess things will never change
but you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition ill remember when I'm letting go of...
you and me we're through and rearranged
It seems that your not satisfied
there's too much on your mind
So you leave and I cant believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down