Post by Chris Angel on Feb 24, 2010 6:03:04 GMT -6
Angel was sitting in his hotel room, his feet propped up on the table and his back resting against the leather chair. In his hands, he held a book and he was devouring the pages when a knock sounded on his door, making him look up in mild annoyance. Settling the book down on the table, he walked to the door and opened it.
“Mr Angel?” Delivery for you sir,”
Grunting, he took the package and signed the form. Shutting the door soon after, Angel tore open the package and a DVD slipped out. Smiling to himself, he walked over to the DVD player and turned it on.
“Guess the folks at SNW have decided to keep me abreast of my match, how nice of them,” he said to himself, starting the video.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Angel watched in amusement as Syco Boy made some rather disparaging but entertaining remarks. Angel even let out a small laugh as the video ended. He stole a look at the clock and sighed.
“Two minutes of my time I’ll never get back. And to think they burnt this on DVD instead of VHS. Seems like such a waste,”
Standing up, Angel walks over to his balcony and turns on the camcorder that was lying on the chair behind the desk.
“So if I’m going to do this, allow me to show the same courtesy my opponent has shown me,”
Facing the window, Angel points to all the people walking by down by the street.
“See those people? They’re idly moving where their lives take them, pulling them away from their dreams. They go to work, they go home, most are not happy but determined to make the most out of everything life has decided to give them. Others are happy but blinded by their contentment to look beyond simple pleasures of money and wealth.
In this way, we are blessed because so few people are given the opportunity to do what they love and even fewer are able to grasp in their hands the very foundation of that which makes us great. We are wrestlers, performing weekly for a voracious crowd, we live and thrive in the limelight, putting our bodies on the line doing what we love to do because we do not want to become like them. The mindless rabble that work 9-5 jobs with no real passion or purpose.
We do what we do because we are compelled to and God willing, we will rise up and take hold of all that can make us truly great. That is what I see every time I head out into that ring, every time I fight in a match and every time I close my eyes. The need to be truly great, to be elevated among my peers and be the single shining beacon that everyone bows down to.
It is not ego that drives me, but the necessity to be something more than myself, more than human.
As Bad Blood Champion, I rose above my peers and I’ve proven to the nay Sayers time and time again why I can either make you or break you. Unfortunately for my opponents in the past, they approached me with all the swagger and bravado they could muster, thinking they could one up the Dream but at the end of day, it was them tasting the dirt, drinking in their own blood while I stand victorious over their beaten bloodied bodies.
They all made the same mistake, believing their own hype, thinking that their past victories and accolades automatically determined their prowess in battle. They were wrong. Dead wrong.
Just because you could tame a dog doesn’t mean you can do the same to a wolf.
And yet, arrogance blinds all of them. And it seems arrogance has blinded you too, Syco Boy. I’ve never heard of you until last week and even then it didn’t register as a blip on my radar of things to do. I have bigger fish to fry and if you hadn’t noticed, I am the number 1 contender for the Texas Championship and I am going to put my body and my Bad Blood title on the line to beat the holy hell out of Vincent Matthews and end his reign of terror.
But the company has decided that us veterans and established wrestlers should mingle with the new and returning blood. Make you guys feel at home. While I’m all for that, I’d suggest you take a step back and consider everything you know about me. Do your research, take a look at my past victories here in SNW and go even further in my career with WWA and GWX. Take notes, because when you enter that ring with me Syco, you’re not facing Andy Lionheart. Don’t insult me with that mistake. You are facing the most dominant Bad Blood Champion ever and the number 1 contender to the Texas Championship. It was through hard work, blood , sweat and tears that I am all that I am now and no one, and I mean no one has managed to stand in my way thus far. If you think you’re the man that can topple the Dream, prove it to me. You say you want to face me for my title, prove to me you deserve the chance because all those guys that were given that prestigious shot, didn’t deserve it. Prove to me, prove to the fans that you deserve it.
But above all Syco, know your place, know your role. Don’t come to me with your big talk, I don’t buy it. I’m not intimidated and I don’t care. All I care about is you backing up what you say. Because if you don’t, you’re no different from those people down there, floundering in their meaningless lives, jumping from one great idea to the next with no real control over what happens.
I am in control and I will beat you within an inch of your life. This may not be a hardcore match but anytime I’m in that ring, anything can happen. And if you’re just one of my next unfortunate victims, so be it. I can tell you right now that you won’t stand a chance but I’d rather prove it to you. I’m going to beat some respect into you boy and by the time I’m through, you will, like all the others I’ve destroyed, think twice about facing me again.
And after I’m done with you Syco, I want my good friend Mr Matthews to know that I haven’t forgotten about him. Vinnie, seems like you’re in a lot of trouble. You could lose your belt rather prematurely. Something you know a lot about too. And what’s worst, even after your sneaky plan backfired on you last week, you still got given the middle finger. Looks like management is wising up to your act.
Your days are numbered Vinnie and while I will be happy to face either you or Levetation, I must say wresting the belt from your cold lifeless hands will be a pleasure. So I wish you all the best and I hope you understand that I’ll be paying close attention to your match. And I mean CLOSE attention. In fact, so close that people might think I’ll be right there in Lev’s corner…”
With a smile, Angel turns off the camcorder.
“Mr Angel?” Delivery for you sir,”
Grunting, he took the package and signed the form. Shutting the door soon after, Angel tore open the package and a DVD slipped out. Smiling to himself, he walked over to the DVD player and turned it on.
“Guess the folks at SNW have decided to keep me abreast of my match, how nice of them,” he said to himself, starting the video.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Angel watched in amusement as Syco Boy made some rather disparaging but entertaining remarks. Angel even let out a small laugh as the video ended. He stole a look at the clock and sighed.
“Two minutes of my time I’ll never get back. And to think they burnt this on DVD instead of VHS. Seems like such a waste,”
Standing up, Angel walks over to his balcony and turns on the camcorder that was lying on the chair behind the desk.
“So if I’m going to do this, allow me to show the same courtesy my opponent has shown me,”
Facing the window, Angel points to all the people walking by down by the street.
“See those people? They’re idly moving where their lives take them, pulling them away from their dreams. They go to work, they go home, most are not happy but determined to make the most out of everything life has decided to give them. Others are happy but blinded by their contentment to look beyond simple pleasures of money and wealth.
In this way, we are blessed because so few people are given the opportunity to do what they love and even fewer are able to grasp in their hands the very foundation of that which makes us great. We are wrestlers, performing weekly for a voracious crowd, we live and thrive in the limelight, putting our bodies on the line doing what we love to do because we do not want to become like them. The mindless rabble that work 9-5 jobs with no real passion or purpose.
We do what we do because we are compelled to and God willing, we will rise up and take hold of all that can make us truly great. That is what I see every time I head out into that ring, every time I fight in a match and every time I close my eyes. The need to be truly great, to be elevated among my peers and be the single shining beacon that everyone bows down to.
It is not ego that drives me, but the necessity to be something more than myself, more than human.
As Bad Blood Champion, I rose above my peers and I’ve proven to the nay Sayers time and time again why I can either make you or break you. Unfortunately for my opponents in the past, they approached me with all the swagger and bravado they could muster, thinking they could one up the Dream but at the end of day, it was them tasting the dirt, drinking in their own blood while I stand victorious over their beaten bloodied bodies.
They all made the same mistake, believing their own hype, thinking that their past victories and accolades automatically determined their prowess in battle. They were wrong. Dead wrong.
Just because you could tame a dog doesn’t mean you can do the same to a wolf.
And yet, arrogance blinds all of them. And it seems arrogance has blinded you too, Syco Boy. I’ve never heard of you until last week and even then it didn’t register as a blip on my radar of things to do. I have bigger fish to fry and if you hadn’t noticed, I am the number 1 contender for the Texas Championship and I am going to put my body and my Bad Blood title on the line to beat the holy hell out of Vincent Matthews and end his reign of terror.
But the company has decided that us veterans and established wrestlers should mingle with the new and returning blood. Make you guys feel at home. While I’m all for that, I’d suggest you take a step back and consider everything you know about me. Do your research, take a look at my past victories here in SNW and go even further in my career with WWA and GWX. Take notes, because when you enter that ring with me Syco, you’re not facing Andy Lionheart. Don’t insult me with that mistake. You are facing the most dominant Bad Blood Champion ever and the number 1 contender to the Texas Championship. It was through hard work, blood , sweat and tears that I am all that I am now and no one, and I mean no one has managed to stand in my way thus far. If you think you’re the man that can topple the Dream, prove it to me. You say you want to face me for my title, prove to me you deserve the chance because all those guys that were given that prestigious shot, didn’t deserve it. Prove to me, prove to the fans that you deserve it.
But above all Syco, know your place, know your role. Don’t come to me with your big talk, I don’t buy it. I’m not intimidated and I don’t care. All I care about is you backing up what you say. Because if you don’t, you’re no different from those people down there, floundering in their meaningless lives, jumping from one great idea to the next with no real control over what happens.
I am in control and I will beat you within an inch of your life. This may not be a hardcore match but anytime I’m in that ring, anything can happen. And if you’re just one of my next unfortunate victims, so be it. I can tell you right now that you won’t stand a chance but I’d rather prove it to you. I’m going to beat some respect into you boy and by the time I’m through, you will, like all the others I’ve destroyed, think twice about facing me again.
And after I’m done with you Syco, I want my good friend Mr Matthews to know that I haven’t forgotten about him. Vinnie, seems like you’re in a lot of trouble. You could lose your belt rather prematurely. Something you know a lot about too. And what’s worst, even after your sneaky plan backfired on you last week, you still got given the middle finger. Looks like management is wising up to your act.
Your days are numbered Vinnie and while I will be happy to face either you or Levetation, I must say wresting the belt from your cold lifeless hands will be a pleasure. So I wish you all the best and I hope you understand that I’ll be paying close attention to your match. And I mean CLOSE attention. In fact, so close that people might think I’ll be right there in Lev’s corner…”
With a smile, Angel turns off the camcorder.
