Post by Chris Angel on May 16, 2010 6:53:58 GMT -6
The room is sparingly lit. The nearby lamp cast shadows on the wall and a bottle of wine lay on the table next to a glass that was half full. Sitting behind the table on a leather chair was Chris Angel. He was relaxed, dressed in jeans and a tank top, looking up at the camera. With a nod, he reaches out and brings the glass to him. Taking a sip, Angel reclines and rests his hand and the glass on the armrest.
"When I first broke into the SNW, my intentions were clear. They weren't clouded by visions of grandeur. It was a simple and efficient purpose.
Help Jack Clinton anyway I can.
I was to help him fight this war, nothing else. I was merely a soldier in the grand scheme of things. And I had no problems with that. I've had my moment in the sun, I've had my time to shine. I retired with dignity and I had declined numerous offers to wrestle for years.
But it was for Clinton, that I came back to the ring. And I came back to help him, not to climb to the top, or win championships. It was to give him the edge he needed, the backup he sorely lacked at that time.
But along the way, something happened.
You see, while I knew my intentions, it became harder to hang onto that purpose. As I fought battles with Clinton, I began to get dragged into fights of my own, fights that I never considered having. And before you know it, I became a part of the SNW, not just as a helper to a member of the roster, but part of that roster. Obliviously, I carved my name into the annals of SNW and sooner than later, I won my first championship.
The Bad Blood title was what started it all. I had no thoughts of competing for gold but when I was given that chance, something in me clicked. My mind knew that wasn't the path but my body worked towards it. It became the new purpose, my new function. Clinton had fought his war and I had helped but outside of that, there was no purpose to Chris Angel being in this federation.
But with that Bad Blood title, my purpose was defined. I became a part of the history of this place and when I won that belt, I signified to everyone that not only was Chris Angel back in the game, but he was more improved now.
And as I fought and defended my belt, Clinton, himself, engaged in several battles for the Texas Championship. It hurt every time he lost. I could feel his frustration and anger. You don't get to be as close as brothers as we are if you don't feel one another's pain and his was palpable. Yet, like a wounded lion that knows no defeat, he put his life and career on the line each time.
But he kept losing, failing. And I kept winning.
But I never wanted to cut his path. As far as I was concerned, I had to earn my way to the top and right now, Clinton was the one who had that opportunity.
To say I wasn't the least bit surprised when we had to face each other for the number one contender ship would be a lie. I had to think long and hard on that choice. Could I go into that match, give him everything I've got and walk out victorious?
It was only out of respect for my friend that I agreed to the match. I knew if I had walked away and gave him the win, he would never have forgiven me. We are warriors, the both of us and we will fight to the last breath. Even if it meant fighting one another.
And as I went on to become the Texas Champion soon after, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but feel that we will have a rematch down the line one day very soon. I couldn't help but feel that destiny has driven us down this path. And as you know, he won the Balance of Power match and earned the right to face me at 4UP.
Funny how things happen huh? One minute you're standing with your friend and the next, you're against him.
People wonder how I'm dealing with this. Am I afraid? No, I am not. Am I going to let Clinton win? Like hell I will.
Lately, he's been having a bit of a winning streak, which is good. I'm happy for him. It is unfortunate his streak has led him right to me but I welcome it. I am not afraid because that's just not my style. I've fought tooth and nail in the 4UP competition last year and lived to the tell the tale even though James Jackson won that match. The next couple of months, I went through hell to wrest control of the Bad Blood title. Months later, I beat Vincent Matthews in Lucifer's Last Stand and became the first ever SNW Bad Blood and Texas Champion.
And let's not forget to mention all the successful victories I've held over chumps challenging me for my Bad Blood Title.
Ah, no I am not afraid. If anything, I am ready. I look to the tournament, to the one that I will bestow this Bad Blood Title to. To the one that will carry this belt with pride and honor. To the one that will baptize it in fire and blood, to walk in the path of titans on the way to becoming a gladiator in this mad arena. I will relinquish one belt that is dear to me and with that said, there is no way I am losing the other title which embodies everything that I am now.
No, Clinton you will not have it easy. You may be on a winning streak but come 4UP, that streak ends. You and I, we've been friends a long time and you know, you've said it, we will fight and give no quarter and I must believe that you know that in me, you will a face a foe unlike any other.
When last we tangoed, it was for the opportunity to be Champion. Now, while you fight for that chance, I am fighting to hold onto it. My purpose is clear Clinton, to do whatever I have to do to keep this belt around this waist. And if I have to take you out, to destroy you to cement myself as a Champion of SNW, than you must know that I will.
Nothing will be holding me back and nothing you say or do will stop me. I will go to that arena, I will bring my prize and the closest you'll ever come to it is watching me put it back around my waist after I beat you.
I'm sorry my friend. I know it has been your dream to be Texas Champion but at 4UP, that dream will end."
Angel takes a long sip of the glass and the camera fades to black.
"When I first broke into the SNW, my intentions were clear. They weren't clouded by visions of grandeur. It was a simple and efficient purpose.
Help Jack Clinton anyway I can.
I was to help him fight this war, nothing else. I was merely a soldier in the grand scheme of things. And I had no problems with that. I've had my moment in the sun, I've had my time to shine. I retired with dignity and I had declined numerous offers to wrestle for years.
But it was for Clinton, that I came back to the ring. And I came back to help him, not to climb to the top, or win championships. It was to give him the edge he needed, the backup he sorely lacked at that time.
But along the way, something happened.
You see, while I knew my intentions, it became harder to hang onto that purpose. As I fought battles with Clinton, I began to get dragged into fights of my own, fights that I never considered having. And before you know it, I became a part of the SNW, not just as a helper to a member of the roster, but part of that roster. Obliviously, I carved my name into the annals of SNW and sooner than later, I won my first championship.
The Bad Blood title was what started it all. I had no thoughts of competing for gold but when I was given that chance, something in me clicked. My mind knew that wasn't the path but my body worked towards it. It became the new purpose, my new function. Clinton had fought his war and I had helped but outside of that, there was no purpose to Chris Angel being in this federation.
But with that Bad Blood title, my purpose was defined. I became a part of the history of this place and when I won that belt, I signified to everyone that not only was Chris Angel back in the game, but he was more improved now.
And as I fought and defended my belt, Clinton, himself, engaged in several battles for the Texas Championship. It hurt every time he lost. I could feel his frustration and anger. You don't get to be as close as brothers as we are if you don't feel one another's pain and his was palpable. Yet, like a wounded lion that knows no defeat, he put his life and career on the line each time.
But he kept losing, failing. And I kept winning.
But I never wanted to cut his path. As far as I was concerned, I had to earn my way to the top and right now, Clinton was the one who had that opportunity.
To say I wasn't the least bit surprised when we had to face each other for the number one contender ship would be a lie. I had to think long and hard on that choice. Could I go into that match, give him everything I've got and walk out victorious?
It was only out of respect for my friend that I agreed to the match. I knew if I had walked away and gave him the win, he would never have forgiven me. We are warriors, the both of us and we will fight to the last breath. Even if it meant fighting one another.
And as I went on to become the Texas Champion soon after, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but feel that we will have a rematch down the line one day very soon. I couldn't help but feel that destiny has driven us down this path. And as you know, he won the Balance of Power match and earned the right to face me at 4UP.
Funny how things happen huh? One minute you're standing with your friend and the next, you're against him.
People wonder how I'm dealing with this. Am I afraid? No, I am not. Am I going to let Clinton win? Like hell I will.
Lately, he's been having a bit of a winning streak, which is good. I'm happy for him. It is unfortunate his streak has led him right to me but I welcome it. I am not afraid because that's just not my style. I've fought tooth and nail in the 4UP competition last year and lived to the tell the tale even though James Jackson won that match. The next couple of months, I went through hell to wrest control of the Bad Blood title. Months later, I beat Vincent Matthews in Lucifer's Last Stand and became the first ever SNW Bad Blood and Texas Champion.
And let's not forget to mention all the successful victories I've held over chumps challenging me for my Bad Blood Title.
Ah, no I am not afraid. If anything, I am ready. I look to the tournament, to the one that I will bestow this Bad Blood Title to. To the one that will carry this belt with pride and honor. To the one that will baptize it in fire and blood, to walk in the path of titans on the way to becoming a gladiator in this mad arena. I will relinquish one belt that is dear to me and with that said, there is no way I am losing the other title which embodies everything that I am now.
No, Clinton you will not have it easy. You may be on a winning streak but come 4UP, that streak ends. You and I, we've been friends a long time and you know, you've said it, we will fight and give no quarter and I must believe that you know that in me, you will a face a foe unlike any other.
When last we tangoed, it was for the opportunity to be Champion. Now, while you fight for that chance, I am fighting to hold onto it. My purpose is clear Clinton, to do whatever I have to do to keep this belt around this waist. And if I have to take you out, to destroy you to cement myself as a Champion of SNW, than you must know that I will.
Nothing will be holding me back and nothing you say or do will stop me. I will go to that arena, I will bring my prize and the closest you'll ever come to it is watching me put it back around my waist after I beat you.
I'm sorry my friend. I know it has been your dream to be Texas Champion but at 4UP, that dream will end."
Angel takes a long sip of the glass and the camera fades to black.
