Post by Swarm on Jun 9, 2006 1:44:53 GMT -5
CRACK!! The immediate impact of lightning the gray sky. The earth shakes, if only for a second, and the sky is engulfed in light as an effect. BOOM!! The moon and the stars become invisible to the human eye behind a mushroom cloud of thunder. The ground rumbles and roars as a beast. Amongst the primal, god-like power in the sky, rain swiftly fires towards the ground. Germinating from a dark cloud from the sky, dragged downward by gravity. To follow a raindrop is near impossible until impact. Until impact, a raindrop is nothing more than a whistle in the breeze. Once gravity does it’s part, and the ocean of the sky travels past breaking point and finally erupts unto it’s destination, the splash of impact is only followed in suit by the downpour of millions of the same. The earth rumbles and the sky shakes and the world is consumed in water debris, and deadly in the center of it all lies an unfinished home. The shrapnel smell of fresh cut wood remains even through the rain, only matched by the sawdust matted to the pavement surrounding the structure. The house is only beginning to come to form with a first floor completely structured and the beginnings of a second resting atop. Still, the rain trickles between the floor boards and the first floor soaks as well. If the relevance isn’t certain, it should be quite obvious upon a view of the neighboring home. The tall, four story apartment building sports would looks to be the same base structure, however age has been unkind to the structure. The panels chip and desperately hang to the sides of the house. Patches of shingles appear missing from the roof, and with a perceptive enough eye can be noticed at the base of the structure, having fallen four stories to it’s grassy fate. Very clear is the inevitable for this home with the boarded windows and barricaded door. Still, the rain and thunder and lightning roar in the sky, still the new home stands, and upon inspection, underneath the trickling floorboards, standing inside the fresh-cut first floor of what will soon be a four-story apartment building, stands the dry Alex Sean.
Alex Sean: Cause and effect. What more of a perfect example than the rain. God makes rain, man makes umbrella, and there’s upward motivation for you.
Sean mockingly twirls an umbrella in our face.
Alex Sean: But that’s not what I came here to talk about. I came here to talk about something, in fact, completely unrelated to that. Something completely unrelated to humor and twirling umbrellas. In fact, I’ve had quite enough of that. In fact, I’ve had quite enough of that… that thought system in today’s world, particularly this industry. I didn’t think it was nearly as much of an issue as it is until I began researching for this match. Upon my research I found that everyone in the WFWF nowadays seems to think they have to be “clever” or “funny”.
Sean poses momentarily, sustaining air quotes with his hands held high. Upon lowering…
Alex Sean: These kids try to be so cute it’s almost commendable just by their willingness to achieve. Perhaps, if I were less cynical, I’d appreciate it more. Or, perhaps, if they were more cynical they’d achieve the level of sensibility and rationality I have to not humiliate myself to the level of stupidity they seem to wear as a badge of honor. Hrm…
The rain stops for a moment, provoking Sean to look around for a moment then reach into his side pocket and pull out a carton of cigarettes. Sean opens the contents, reaches inside, and pulls one out.
Alex Sean: You see what this business did to me? It drove me to SMOKING. I don’t even like smoking. God damn.
Just as Sean puts the cigarette to his lips, the rain crashes down once again smoldering the flame at the tip and defusing the cigarette.
Alex Sean: Of course, god has his ways. Whatever, on another note, it’s also rather interesting the talk about me that’s being spread around. They call me washed up, they call me an old man, past his prime, they… probably haven’t seen a single match in my repertoire, to be honest. It’s also really interesting how they make these ridiculous points and yet support such… wastes as ZMaster and Johnny Michaels. I feel almost ridiculous name dropping these wannabes but it has to be said. It has to be pointed out that these men aren’t the best that can be offered and are merely… leftovers of the golden years. Oh, the golden years, what a wonderful time that was. Destroyer and Mikael West and Slayer and Rupert Jee… EBR… myself… I would kill for a time like that again. Just to feel the purpose that I did then, to feel the need for my presence like I did at that time. You know, when I came back then, Rupert Jee told me that he didn’t need me but if I wanted to come back I could. It’s sort of ironic that I ended up becoming the greatest wrestler in this company’s history under his watch, I would say. A lot of people dispute that point, but I really don’t think you logically can.
Sean looks around for a moment, then gets back to his point.
Alex Sean: What you have to understand about this company, this business in general, is it can be… It’s like the analogy that the two most raw of emotions are fear and love, you know? They talked about it in that one Jake Gylenhaal flick. I really solemnly believe in that assessment. It’s weighs up and down, you see. When you first start, they fear that you’re not ready. Constantly. It’s always a question if you can be trusted to step up, you see. And as time goes along, that fear turns into trust, and they love you. They love your intelligence, independence, skill, they rely on it. When you become a star in their eyes, you can almost do no wrong. So they give you the ball, and allow you to run with it. And see, this is where you can distinguish the separation between the good and the best. The good reach this point, and they retire. Raider, The Shape, Destroyer, Slayer, they all went out when people loved them. They went out on top because they realized there was no fight in what they were doing anymore… internally speaking. But see, the best, the best carry on, because the best always have something to prove. EBR, Mikael West, Zero, myself, all are fine examples of this. The thing is, when you begin to last beyond your peak, the love turns to fear. Fear of your power, fear of your strength. The fear that you won’t step down when they feel is necessary, the fear that you won’t give up your spot for someone else. And when this happens, this industry can eat you whole. Mikael West and Zero were destroyed buy it, EBR was retired into insecurity by it. Hell, even I was cast away by it. I was literally thrown away by the WFWF. I was tossed out like a piece of garbage. But what separates me from everyone else is… well, I’m still here. I’m still alive. I am still standing. That’s my legacy, to stand atop the business as it’s burnt to ash and scream through blood soaked lungs in rage and victory, because unlike EBR, unlike Slayer, unlike Destroyer, I will outlast this industry, and I will outlast this company. I outlasted SOWI, I outlasted XWA, and some day when this company is dead I’ll be there too. Ready to pick up the ashes and blow them into the wind. But until then, I have a point to make. I have a proclamation. I made a claim three years ago that I was blessed with the clarity, the skill, and the means to dominate this company and the industry in whole. And as it turns out, I’ve done a pretty damn good job at that. Look at SOWI, who has me to thank for their greatest match in it’s history against Warning. Look at XWA, who has it’s greatest match in it’s history thanks to me and Lion Merteuil… Or, arguably, Calvin Lee, you guys settle that yourselves. And in WFWF, I can honestly claim my legacy should lay in my feuds with Slayer, The Shape, and of course, my run with The Anointed. Should, being the key word. But still, I see this legacy being overshadowed by these… these… retards. These children who have no merit or skill but are simply all that’s left. I didn’t think I could do anything, but what I came to realize was… well, I could do everything. I will do everything. I will lay brick… by brick… by lonely brick until this company is rebuilt. Sure, it will die one day, but should I sit back in luxury and distant, foggy memory and allow it to happen? No. I will take a stand. I will take a stand against the injustice and rape of this company’s rich history and I will bring the WFWF to the promise land. I will bring myself to the promise land. I will anoint new knights and rebuild my army in my cause. These men will crawl from under the gravel and mud, they will breathe fire and they will cast aside all the non-believers until a clean path to purity is ahead. I will take the necessary precautions and make the necessary steps towards my goal in proper order. If I need to defeat the entire company in one bang to begin my climb, then I will do that. Out of the blood and ashes of thirty will remain five, and like god himself I will strike down those who stand in the way of purity and justice and truth. The truth, the whole truth, the chosen and… god know it, the anointed truth.
Suddenly, the sky opens itself to a bright, glowing sun. The rain ends, the thunder and lightning ceases. The birds begin to chirp and the wood begins to dry. Alex Sean stands tall, staring at the naked sun, and breathes a sigh for revolution.
Alex Sean: Cause and effect. What more of a perfect example than the rain. God makes rain, man makes umbrella, and there’s upward motivation for you.
Sean mockingly twirls an umbrella in our face.
Alex Sean: But that’s not what I came here to talk about. I came here to talk about something, in fact, completely unrelated to that. Something completely unrelated to humor and twirling umbrellas. In fact, I’ve had quite enough of that. In fact, I’ve had quite enough of that… that thought system in today’s world, particularly this industry. I didn’t think it was nearly as much of an issue as it is until I began researching for this match. Upon my research I found that everyone in the WFWF nowadays seems to think they have to be “clever” or “funny”.
Sean poses momentarily, sustaining air quotes with his hands held high. Upon lowering…
Alex Sean: These kids try to be so cute it’s almost commendable just by their willingness to achieve. Perhaps, if I were less cynical, I’d appreciate it more. Or, perhaps, if they were more cynical they’d achieve the level of sensibility and rationality I have to not humiliate myself to the level of stupidity they seem to wear as a badge of honor. Hrm…
The rain stops for a moment, provoking Sean to look around for a moment then reach into his side pocket and pull out a carton of cigarettes. Sean opens the contents, reaches inside, and pulls one out.
Alex Sean: You see what this business did to me? It drove me to SMOKING. I don’t even like smoking. God damn.
Just as Sean puts the cigarette to his lips, the rain crashes down once again smoldering the flame at the tip and defusing the cigarette.
Alex Sean: Of course, god has his ways. Whatever, on another note, it’s also rather interesting the talk about me that’s being spread around. They call me washed up, they call me an old man, past his prime, they… probably haven’t seen a single match in my repertoire, to be honest. It’s also really interesting how they make these ridiculous points and yet support such… wastes as ZMaster and Johnny Michaels. I feel almost ridiculous name dropping these wannabes but it has to be said. It has to be pointed out that these men aren’t the best that can be offered and are merely… leftovers of the golden years. Oh, the golden years, what a wonderful time that was. Destroyer and Mikael West and Slayer and Rupert Jee… EBR… myself… I would kill for a time like that again. Just to feel the purpose that I did then, to feel the need for my presence like I did at that time. You know, when I came back then, Rupert Jee told me that he didn’t need me but if I wanted to come back I could. It’s sort of ironic that I ended up becoming the greatest wrestler in this company’s history under his watch, I would say. A lot of people dispute that point, but I really don’t think you logically can.
Sean looks around for a moment, then gets back to his point.
Alex Sean: What you have to understand about this company, this business in general, is it can be… It’s like the analogy that the two most raw of emotions are fear and love, you know? They talked about it in that one Jake Gylenhaal flick. I really solemnly believe in that assessment. It’s weighs up and down, you see. When you first start, they fear that you’re not ready. Constantly. It’s always a question if you can be trusted to step up, you see. And as time goes along, that fear turns into trust, and they love you. They love your intelligence, independence, skill, they rely on it. When you become a star in their eyes, you can almost do no wrong. So they give you the ball, and allow you to run with it. And see, this is where you can distinguish the separation between the good and the best. The good reach this point, and they retire. Raider, The Shape, Destroyer, Slayer, they all went out when people loved them. They went out on top because they realized there was no fight in what they were doing anymore… internally speaking. But see, the best, the best carry on, because the best always have something to prove. EBR, Mikael West, Zero, myself, all are fine examples of this. The thing is, when you begin to last beyond your peak, the love turns to fear. Fear of your power, fear of your strength. The fear that you won’t step down when they feel is necessary, the fear that you won’t give up your spot for someone else. And when this happens, this industry can eat you whole. Mikael West and Zero were destroyed buy it, EBR was retired into insecurity by it. Hell, even I was cast away by it. I was literally thrown away by the WFWF. I was tossed out like a piece of garbage. But what separates me from everyone else is… well, I’m still here. I’m still alive. I am still standing. That’s my legacy, to stand atop the business as it’s burnt to ash and scream through blood soaked lungs in rage and victory, because unlike EBR, unlike Slayer, unlike Destroyer, I will outlast this industry, and I will outlast this company. I outlasted SOWI, I outlasted XWA, and some day when this company is dead I’ll be there too. Ready to pick up the ashes and blow them into the wind. But until then, I have a point to make. I have a proclamation. I made a claim three years ago that I was blessed with the clarity, the skill, and the means to dominate this company and the industry in whole. And as it turns out, I’ve done a pretty damn good job at that. Look at SOWI, who has me to thank for their greatest match in it’s history against Warning. Look at XWA, who has it’s greatest match in it’s history thanks to me and Lion Merteuil… Or, arguably, Calvin Lee, you guys settle that yourselves. And in WFWF, I can honestly claim my legacy should lay in my feuds with Slayer, The Shape, and of course, my run with The Anointed. Should, being the key word. But still, I see this legacy being overshadowed by these… these… retards. These children who have no merit or skill but are simply all that’s left. I didn’t think I could do anything, but what I came to realize was… well, I could do everything. I will do everything. I will lay brick… by brick… by lonely brick until this company is rebuilt. Sure, it will die one day, but should I sit back in luxury and distant, foggy memory and allow it to happen? No. I will take a stand. I will take a stand against the injustice and rape of this company’s rich history and I will bring the WFWF to the promise land. I will bring myself to the promise land. I will anoint new knights and rebuild my army in my cause. These men will crawl from under the gravel and mud, they will breathe fire and they will cast aside all the non-believers until a clean path to purity is ahead. I will take the necessary precautions and make the necessary steps towards my goal in proper order. If I need to defeat the entire company in one bang to begin my climb, then I will do that. Out of the blood and ashes of thirty will remain five, and like god himself I will strike down those who stand in the way of purity and justice and truth. The truth, the whole truth, the chosen and… god know it, the anointed truth.
Suddenly, the sky opens itself to a bright, glowing sun. The rain ends, the thunder and lightning ceases. The birds begin to chirp and the wood begins to dry. Alex Sean stands tall, staring at the naked sun, and breathes a sigh for revolution.
