Post by Reaper on Oct 17, 2008 18:14:27 GMT -6
The shot opens up to a parking lot with a huge Victorian style manor in the background. There are cars parked all over the place as the wind blows the trees around. We see Cyanide walking toward the camera, with the massive piece of property looming in the distance. Cyanide stops and the camera focuses in.
"Welcome to my home town. Welcome, to San Jose, California. You may have noticed the big house back there, and if you're not familiar with history or a resident of this state, you may not know what this place is. This, folks, is the Winchester Mystery House. I bring you here, because it represents a struggle that one woman had with her own mind. Sarah Winchester was the wife of Oliver Winchester. He's the guy that made all of those nice Winchester rifles way back in the old west days. Well the lady, she went a little nuts with thoughts of demons and souls of those killed by those rifles tormenting her, so she built this house... non stop. Stair cases to nothing, doors that open to walls, windows on the ground, hidden hallways and many other crazy things were built just so that this woman could trick herself into thinking that it was either appeasing or confusing these demons and ghosts. So why am I here?"[/color]
Cyanide looks back at the huge building behind him and turns back around and half smirks.
"Because it also reminds me of my opponent for Onslaught. The Von Erich Memorial title holder himself, Omerta. This guy, he seems slightly delusional about his own career as well as traditional values and pretty much reality as a whole. Omerta, you want to sit back and commend me for not violating my own code of ethics and interfere in your match unprovoked, and yet you will then later bash these ethics because you think wresting has changed. I have more honor, a word you use... I have more respect, another word of yours, and the mental strength... wow got the hat trick... to not lower myself to the ranks of the mindless bunch of punks that think its the new way to do things. On the other hand, YOU, pretty much went against your whole code when you decided to be a part of my number one contenders match. Your strength meant nothing when you couldn't see. You lost all of your honor by attempting to take me out, and well respect... how can anybody respect a big monstrous guy trying to take out the smallest guy that was there and ultimately failing... miserably.
So, having now heard my words... its makes a person think. Kind of makes them question where you're really coming from. It may even make some people think that perhaps you're just a little weird and now you need to justify yourself. Sarah Winchester built this house to justify her insanity... what have you got, Omerta? All I can see you holding right now is a belt that doesn't belong to you. Your strength means nothing, you have no honor, and I don't respect a thing you stand for. All you are to me, is a big ogre with a title that is just waiting to be taken away from you. Does it scare you a little to see yourself be taken down a few notches by a guy like me. Mask, tattoos, smaller than you, wild hair... but I've got traditional wrestling ability. I've kept my honor, my respect, and I look stronger than the most monstrous of men here in this business. Omerta, this coming Onslaught, you're going to find out that the only thing in wrestling that has changed is how big mouth, no talent, nobodies like yourself can easily get a title handed to you.
But, I represent the exception. Not only do I talk like a champion, I can also out-wrestle anybody who tries to stand in my way. Size doesn't matter... you've already felt a taste of that, Omerta. The only thing that truely matters is how badly somebody wants it. And I can tell you right now, theres nobody on this planet that wants to prove themselves more than me. You wouldn't even begin to know what its like being in multiple world champion's shadow your whole life. Omerta, your time is slowly coming to a close. But don't worry, just remember that all you need to do is sit back, relax, and know that it'll all be over soon."[/color]
Cyanide turns back around and heads off towards the front gates to the Winchester Mystery House. Tourists all stop and stare at him and his odd look as he just strolls by without giving them a glance. We slowly fade to black.
"Welcome to my home town. Welcome, to San Jose, California. You may have noticed the big house back there, and if you're not familiar with history or a resident of this state, you may not know what this place is. This, folks, is the Winchester Mystery House. I bring you here, because it represents a struggle that one woman had with her own mind. Sarah Winchester was the wife of Oliver Winchester. He's the guy that made all of those nice Winchester rifles way back in the old west days. Well the lady, she went a little nuts with thoughts of demons and souls of those killed by those rifles tormenting her, so she built this house... non stop. Stair cases to nothing, doors that open to walls, windows on the ground, hidden hallways and many other crazy things were built just so that this woman could trick herself into thinking that it was either appeasing or confusing these demons and ghosts. So why am I here?"[/color]
Cyanide looks back at the huge building behind him and turns back around and half smirks.
"Because it also reminds me of my opponent for Onslaught. The Von Erich Memorial title holder himself, Omerta. This guy, he seems slightly delusional about his own career as well as traditional values and pretty much reality as a whole. Omerta, you want to sit back and commend me for not violating my own code of ethics and interfere in your match unprovoked, and yet you will then later bash these ethics because you think wresting has changed. I have more honor, a word you use... I have more respect, another word of yours, and the mental strength... wow got the hat trick... to not lower myself to the ranks of the mindless bunch of punks that think its the new way to do things. On the other hand, YOU, pretty much went against your whole code when you decided to be a part of my number one contenders match. Your strength meant nothing when you couldn't see. You lost all of your honor by attempting to take me out, and well respect... how can anybody respect a big monstrous guy trying to take out the smallest guy that was there and ultimately failing... miserably.
So, having now heard my words... its makes a person think. Kind of makes them question where you're really coming from. It may even make some people think that perhaps you're just a little weird and now you need to justify yourself. Sarah Winchester built this house to justify her insanity... what have you got, Omerta? All I can see you holding right now is a belt that doesn't belong to you. Your strength means nothing, you have no honor, and I don't respect a thing you stand for. All you are to me, is a big ogre with a title that is just waiting to be taken away from you. Does it scare you a little to see yourself be taken down a few notches by a guy like me. Mask, tattoos, smaller than you, wild hair... but I've got traditional wrestling ability. I've kept my honor, my respect, and I look stronger than the most monstrous of men here in this business. Omerta, this coming Onslaught, you're going to find out that the only thing in wrestling that has changed is how big mouth, no talent, nobodies like yourself can easily get a title handed to you.
But, I represent the exception. Not only do I talk like a champion, I can also out-wrestle anybody who tries to stand in my way. Size doesn't matter... you've already felt a taste of that, Omerta. The only thing that truely matters is how badly somebody wants it. And I can tell you right now, theres nobody on this planet that wants to prove themselves more than me. You wouldn't even begin to know what its like being in multiple world champion's shadow your whole life. Omerta, your time is slowly coming to a close. But don't worry, just remember that all you need to do is sit back, relax, and know that it'll all be over soon."[/color]
Cyanide turns back around and heads off towards the front gates to the Winchester Mystery House. Tourists all stop and stare at him and his odd look as he just strolls by without giving them a glance. We slowly fade to black.
