Post by silvus on Nov 17, 2008 4:40:11 GMT -6
The scene opens up on Silvus, once again his eyes lacking that old wonder lust and zest for life but holding his true feelings. Still suffering from what looks to be lack of sleep, and bandaged up from Guys Night Out. He is currently sat against a wall, his face paint on but looking messed up as though it is already peeling from his face.
Silvus: Guys Night Out and finally the House of Horrors took place, a match set off location with just the simple aim and desire to beat the life out of one’s opponent and escape from that house. It was a hard fought battle one that took everything from, me and Hellspawn to finish a match that showed SNW what the standard is when it comes to chasing the Texas Title. Am I elated that I one? Do I feel the sweet ambrosia that is victory slowly making its way down my throat? Do I look like a man who knows his limits? Honestly to all these questions there is but one answer... No. I’m not elated I won the match but due to Vince Bischoff’s screw up it didn’t give me that elusive gold instead it only earned me another shot at the belt, time to have break Hellspawn apart once again to kill the man inside. My limits? I have them I believe, yet this House of Horrors match proved that I have yet to find the point when I stop fighting I’ve yet to learn how much of beating I can take before I scream no more. Perhaps it’s fate that Hellspawn is my opponent maybe he can show me what the limits are of a man who has no parents maybe he can show me what having a mother all his life and up till recently a farther can really do for a man. Maybe he’ll show me something else, something new that will surprise me and startle me enough to grant him that victory. Perhaps my sheer determination and skill will surpass Hellspawn and grant me another win.
Onslaught ticks nearer each day, and with each ticks comes another second in my life that is dedicated to more training, shooting another Promotion, or just some charity event for the orphans all over the world. Do I feel ready for another fight? Can I really enter that ring under no rules and beat the living Hell out of Hellspawn, do I give him to tragedies in his life and take that belt away from him at onslaught or do I hold back and give a grieving man a chance? In the end it all comes down to morals, gold and a man’s price. What is my price, where do I stop and accept the reward over the moral high ground, when do I ignore my desire to be nice and let a darker greedier nature take over one that seeks gold more. Is the Texas Title that one price that will finally buy me or is it just the thrill of facing Hellspawn once again in combat that excites me more. This all comes to down to a matter of opinion I can’t tell you what to think of me I can’t force you to see what I believe and to feel what’s inside me, only you can make that opinion yourself. Am I the overzealous Baby face? The dark greedy monster... or maybe I’m just a man who is seeking a reason to fight a need to carry on against everyone I face.
I am a fighter, from the bottom of my heart to my very soul, I live to fight and to face those who are better than me to beat them when they least expect it to make the world open there eyes at a person who wants nothing more than just another chance to fight. Carroll High School, Southlake Texas, on the 23rd November at Onslaught, there will be no disqualifications, no count outs. Another match built for Hellspawn another match for a man who loves to break things on people and people on things, am I scared... No. You see this is the kind of challenge I thrive off, this is what wakes me up and give me my morning thrills, had I not been performing here I would find somewhere else to fight and live. This is after all my way of life, my motto, and my retribution.
No Man or Woman can excel at what I do, nobody can bounce back the way I do, and nobody adapts like the man that is me. I am Silvus, and Silvus is me, no pretenders no false stories no gimmicks, I was born with parents and raised with none, the paint is nothing more than a me paying homage to a man who portrayed a character I felt was like my life. Nothing more, for all you people who want to talk down to the dark and moody, to those who believe everything is just a gimmick written up in the back of some store cupboard by a thousand monkey’s with type writers. When you face me , it isn’t a some actor or man seeking sympathy, nor is it a man who will slit his own wrist for an easy way out of life. When you face me you’re facing a man who built himself from nothing a man who was trapped within a cage and has finally broken free, I am a fighter and this fighter wants blood.
Silvus rest his hands against the wall behind him and uses the wall to push himself up so he’s standing up, his face doesn’t hold a cheery smile but more a emotionless line. He grabs something slightly off screen with his right hand and brings his hand back on screen pointing at the camera his signature black baseball bat in hand.
Silvus: Hellspawn, there’s no rules, no count outs, just us two once again this time in the center of the squared circle, and anything short of the house of horrors match will leave you in a crumpled heap on the floor once again. This week once again I make a vow to kill you and I expect you to come at me with the same intent you had at Guy’s Night Out. I expect you to thirst for my blood to go for me like you know I will be coming for you, Retribution is coming and no amount of hellfire or brimstone is going to stop me this week. Your time as a Champion is going to be up unless you’re capable of surpassing me.
Silvus face is lit with a menacing smile, which quickly drops to emotionless once again as the scene fades to black.
Silvus: Guys Night Out and finally the House of Horrors took place, a match set off location with just the simple aim and desire to beat the life out of one’s opponent and escape from that house. It was a hard fought battle one that took everything from, me and Hellspawn to finish a match that showed SNW what the standard is when it comes to chasing the Texas Title. Am I elated that I one? Do I feel the sweet ambrosia that is victory slowly making its way down my throat? Do I look like a man who knows his limits? Honestly to all these questions there is but one answer... No. I’m not elated I won the match but due to Vince Bischoff’s screw up it didn’t give me that elusive gold instead it only earned me another shot at the belt, time to have break Hellspawn apart once again to kill the man inside. My limits? I have them I believe, yet this House of Horrors match proved that I have yet to find the point when I stop fighting I’ve yet to learn how much of beating I can take before I scream no more. Perhaps it’s fate that Hellspawn is my opponent maybe he can show me what the limits are of a man who has no parents maybe he can show me what having a mother all his life and up till recently a farther can really do for a man. Maybe he’ll show me something else, something new that will surprise me and startle me enough to grant him that victory. Perhaps my sheer determination and skill will surpass Hellspawn and grant me another win.
Onslaught ticks nearer each day, and with each ticks comes another second in my life that is dedicated to more training, shooting another Promotion, or just some charity event for the orphans all over the world. Do I feel ready for another fight? Can I really enter that ring under no rules and beat the living Hell out of Hellspawn, do I give him to tragedies in his life and take that belt away from him at onslaught or do I hold back and give a grieving man a chance? In the end it all comes down to morals, gold and a man’s price. What is my price, where do I stop and accept the reward over the moral high ground, when do I ignore my desire to be nice and let a darker greedier nature take over one that seeks gold more. Is the Texas Title that one price that will finally buy me or is it just the thrill of facing Hellspawn once again in combat that excites me more. This all comes to down to a matter of opinion I can’t tell you what to think of me I can’t force you to see what I believe and to feel what’s inside me, only you can make that opinion yourself. Am I the overzealous Baby face? The dark greedy monster... or maybe I’m just a man who is seeking a reason to fight a need to carry on against everyone I face.
I am a fighter, from the bottom of my heart to my very soul, I live to fight and to face those who are better than me to beat them when they least expect it to make the world open there eyes at a person who wants nothing more than just another chance to fight. Carroll High School, Southlake Texas, on the 23rd November at Onslaught, there will be no disqualifications, no count outs. Another match built for Hellspawn another match for a man who loves to break things on people and people on things, am I scared... No. You see this is the kind of challenge I thrive off, this is what wakes me up and give me my morning thrills, had I not been performing here I would find somewhere else to fight and live. This is after all my way of life, my motto, and my retribution.
No Man or Woman can excel at what I do, nobody can bounce back the way I do, and nobody adapts like the man that is me. I am Silvus, and Silvus is me, no pretenders no false stories no gimmicks, I was born with parents and raised with none, the paint is nothing more than a me paying homage to a man who portrayed a character I felt was like my life. Nothing more, for all you people who want to talk down to the dark and moody, to those who believe everything is just a gimmick written up in the back of some store cupboard by a thousand monkey’s with type writers. When you face me , it isn’t a some actor or man seeking sympathy, nor is it a man who will slit his own wrist for an easy way out of life. When you face me you’re facing a man who built himself from nothing a man who was trapped within a cage and has finally broken free, I am a fighter and this fighter wants blood.
Silvus rest his hands against the wall behind him and uses the wall to push himself up so he’s standing up, his face doesn’t hold a cheery smile but more a emotionless line. He grabs something slightly off screen with his right hand and brings his hand back on screen pointing at the camera his signature black baseball bat in hand.
Silvus: Hellspawn, there’s no rules, no count outs, just us two once again this time in the center of the squared circle, and anything short of the house of horrors match will leave you in a crumpled heap on the floor once again. This week once again I make a vow to kill you and I expect you to come at me with the same intent you had at Guy’s Night Out. I expect you to thirst for my blood to go for me like you know I will be coming for you, Retribution is coming and no amount of hellfire or brimstone is going to stop me this week. Your time as a Champion is going to be up unless you’re capable of surpassing me.
Silvus face is lit with a menacing smile, which quickly drops to emotionless once again as the scene fades to black.
