Post by Chris Angel on Jul 19, 2010 2:24:26 GMT -6
The scene opens with a very relaxed, almost unnaturally composed Chris Angel sitting comfortably on his leather chair in his hotel suite. Upon seeing the camera, he gestures with his hand, signaling that he'd like to begin.
"There are many strategies in war," he begins,"Some are fought with words, others with action. Some are fought in the dark, guerrilla style, others are fought out in the open. Stronger weapons paints the victor as much as sound strategy does and successful generals, kings even understand that just because you have more men, or are trained better, that does not equate to a victory. They understand that in war, like everything else, time is important. They also understand that when one marches to war with a clouded mind, the battle is lost. The army will crumble faster than a house of cards.
Yes, there are many forms of war, but in the end, it boils down to the same thing. War is fought with words and action and no matter how personal the conflict, or how personal the invaders are attempting to make it, the reigning King must never lose his cool.
With that being said, Jack Clinton, what you said about me did more than just hurt my feelings. You dare to sit on your high horse and accuse me of being less than noble? You, of all people dare to call me possessive?
You know, it never ceases to amaze me just how quickly so called friends defame you when you have something they covet. Clinton, whatever gave you the idea that I was in league with Chris P., I will never know but don't look at me like I'm the villain here. You brought him into this federation and you partnered with him. You were privy to most things that went through his mind. Chris and I were civil, but he was your friend. We never had much dealings, even in the WWA and that has never changed. Besides, let's face facts, if I were really going to be involved in some heinous act to cripple you before our match, don't you think I'd have chosen someone I can trust to get the job done and not someone who was a mid-card talent in the WWA at best?
And while we're on that topic, let's look at the math. You have experience Clinton, more than me but what I lack, I make up for with talent. Let's start from the beginning. Remember when we debuted at the WWA's battle royale? Thirty men vying for the top prize but only two will be chosen. Do you remember how hard you fought? I do. Keep in mind that all this happened long before we became friends. You were given a chance then, to win the big one and carry a fledgling company on your back. You were given the same chance everyone else had but you failed to do what you had to do. It was Nash and I, a rookie, who were the two finalists and even though I lost to Nash that night, I did go on to beat him at Clash of the Titans to become the WWA World Heavyweight Champion and I carried that belt for over a year. A relative newcomer with zero experience rose to such heights and there you were, floundering, occasionally dipping your toes in the waters of top spot but never making any waves. You were lost Clinton and if it weren't for Nash and I, if we hadn't invited you into the Gods of War after we gained control, your fate was murky at best.
I relinquished my top spot, Clinton, after I got control of the company. Remember that? Not bad eh, for a power hungry person?"
Angel smirks then continues, "I asked you then what you wanted to do. I gave you the opportunity to shine. Why you never did, I don't know. You certainly didn't say anything.
But fast forward years to the present and history repeats itself. You've been gunning for the SNW Texas Championship long before I came onto the scene but when I did arrive, I went on to become the Bad Blood Champion. And if memory serves, while I was Champion for over a year, defeating everyone that came at me, you kept losing to Vincent Matthews again and again and again. You raked up quite an impressive streak of defeats on Vincent alone. You fought hard for the right to face him, I give you that, but it just seems like all your fire goes out when the moment calls for it to burn the most. You've failed at every chance you were given and that is not a good thing.
Then I was given the opportunity to face Matthews in the first ever Lucifer's Last Stand and we both know what happened,"
Angel stands up, holding the SNW Texas Championship belt in his hands.
"I did in one move, in one chance, what you couldn't with a hundred. I know it eats you up inside but I never had a reason to bring it up or to rub your face in it. Not till you decided to go after my honor.
Honor, Clinton. We are lost without it. I never gave it up but you are dangerously close to losing it. And that's why you can never beat me. Your mind is clouded while mine is clear. I know what I have to do.
I know the odds seems like they're against me, Clinton, I am not blind. But the first thing I did was let the three of you talk. I needed to sound you all out. That was the purpose of my silence. A king allows his subjects to make known their grievances before he moves to quell them. Still, from what I've heard, I can't help but think the three of you are such whiny children. I mean, Danny looks like the pressure is getting to him which would be funny if the stakes weren't so damn high. Still, losing to someone who's less than a footnote in this federation does make you go a little crazy when you find yourself suddenly playing with the big boys.
As for Vince, he's done nothing but disappoint me the moment after I praised him. Vince, you think I attacked you and I know Clinton is pouring oil over this fire you set, but let's get something straight. I've built my career around honor. I do not go about attacking my opponents prematurely just to give me an edge. I'm pretty much the type of guy who'd take the fight to you, even if you were Goliath and I, David. Cheap shots isn't in my nature Vince, but I'm not going to explain myself to you. You make up your own damn mind about what happened but in the end, it won't make a difference. You will be facing me and I will, this time around, hit you when you're looking.
Still, something Clinton said struck me as true. Being a Champion, being a target may be wearing down on me. Maybe I am tired. God knows I had no intention of getting this far but when given the opportunity, I took the ball and ran with it the best I could.
But perhaps, it would be nice if I didn't have to live with the pressure anymore..."
Angel trails off, looking a little forlorn for a few seconds before looking up, the dejection replaced with grim determination.
"But I am prepared to weather the pressure until someone worthy comes along and from what I've seen, the three of you are not fit to even lick the strap of this belt. If you think you are worthy, then prove it because I don't see any worth in either of you. I may be a target, I may be at a perceived disadvantage but I want you guys to remember something. You're going to face a man who has NEVER been pinned. You are going to face a man who exemplified what it means to be a Bad Blood Champion with his own blood. You are going to face a man who beat Vincent Matthews in the most grueling match in the SNW to date in one try.
Remember that as you stand opposite me. And I know you're going to say that there's three times more of a chance for me to lose my belt but let me leave you with this. I faced down three members of Insurrection and I beat every single one of them to win that match and I could still walk out on my own.
Come Summer Bash, you are not going to be facing just Chris Angel, the SNW Texas Champion. You will be facing the man who will take all your hopes and dreams and leave it in a cloud of dust.
The era of the Dream will continue past Summer Bash but for the three of you, all of it will be nothing more, than a distant memory."
A riled up Angel stares at the camera as it slowly fades to black.
"There are many strategies in war," he begins,"Some are fought with words, others with action. Some are fought in the dark, guerrilla style, others are fought out in the open. Stronger weapons paints the victor as much as sound strategy does and successful generals, kings even understand that just because you have more men, or are trained better, that does not equate to a victory. They understand that in war, like everything else, time is important. They also understand that when one marches to war with a clouded mind, the battle is lost. The army will crumble faster than a house of cards.
Yes, there are many forms of war, but in the end, it boils down to the same thing. War is fought with words and action and no matter how personal the conflict, or how personal the invaders are attempting to make it, the reigning King must never lose his cool.
With that being said, Jack Clinton, what you said about me did more than just hurt my feelings. You dare to sit on your high horse and accuse me of being less than noble? You, of all people dare to call me possessive?
You know, it never ceases to amaze me just how quickly so called friends defame you when you have something they covet. Clinton, whatever gave you the idea that I was in league with Chris P., I will never know but don't look at me like I'm the villain here. You brought him into this federation and you partnered with him. You were privy to most things that went through his mind. Chris and I were civil, but he was your friend. We never had much dealings, even in the WWA and that has never changed. Besides, let's face facts, if I were really going to be involved in some heinous act to cripple you before our match, don't you think I'd have chosen someone I can trust to get the job done and not someone who was a mid-card talent in the WWA at best?
And while we're on that topic, let's look at the math. You have experience Clinton, more than me but what I lack, I make up for with talent. Let's start from the beginning. Remember when we debuted at the WWA's battle royale? Thirty men vying for the top prize but only two will be chosen. Do you remember how hard you fought? I do. Keep in mind that all this happened long before we became friends. You were given a chance then, to win the big one and carry a fledgling company on your back. You were given the same chance everyone else had but you failed to do what you had to do. It was Nash and I, a rookie, who were the two finalists and even though I lost to Nash that night, I did go on to beat him at Clash of the Titans to become the WWA World Heavyweight Champion and I carried that belt for over a year. A relative newcomer with zero experience rose to such heights and there you were, floundering, occasionally dipping your toes in the waters of top spot but never making any waves. You were lost Clinton and if it weren't for Nash and I, if we hadn't invited you into the Gods of War after we gained control, your fate was murky at best.
I relinquished my top spot, Clinton, after I got control of the company. Remember that? Not bad eh, for a power hungry person?"
Angel smirks then continues, "I asked you then what you wanted to do. I gave you the opportunity to shine. Why you never did, I don't know. You certainly didn't say anything.
But fast forward years to the present and history repeats itself. You've been gunning for the SNW Texas Championship long before I came onto the scene but when I did arrive, I went on to become the Bad Blood Champion. And if memory serves, while I was Champion for over a year, defeating everyone that came at me, you kept losing to Vincent Matthews again and again and again. You raked up quite an impressive streak of defeats on Vincent alone. You fought hard for the right to face him, I give you that, but it just seems like all your fire goes out when the moment calls for it to burn the most. You've failed at every chance you were given and that is not a good thing.
Then I was given the opportunity to face Matthews in the first ever Lucifer's Last Stand and we both know what happened,"
Angel stands up, holding the SNW Texas Championship belt in his hands.
"I did in one move, in one chance, what you couldn't with a hundred. I know it eats you up inside but I never had a reason to bring it up or to rub your face in it. Not till you decided to go after my honor.
Honor, Clinton. We are lost without it. I never gave it up but you are dangerously close to losing it. And that's why you can never beat me. Your mind is clouded while mine is clear. I know what I have to do.
I know the odds seems like they're against me, Clinton, I am not blind. But the first thing I did was let the three of you talk. I needed to sound you all out. That was the purpose of my silence. A king allows his subjects to make known their grievances before he moves to quell them. Still, from what I've heard, I can't help but think the three of you are such whiny children. I mean, Danny looks like the pressure is getting to him which would be funny if the stakes weren't so damn high. Still, losing to someone who's less than a footnote in this federation does make you go a little crazy when you find yourself suddenly playing with the big boys.
As for Vince, he's done nothing but disappoint me the moment after I praised him. Vince, you think I attacked you and I know Clinton is pouring oil over this fire you set, but let's get something straight. I've built my career around honor. I do not go about attacking my opponents prematurely just to give me an edge. I'm pretty much the type of guy who'd take the fight to you, even if you were Goliath and I, David. Cheap shots isn't in my nature Vince, but I'm not going to explain myself to you. You make up your own damn mind about what happened but in the end, it won't make a difference. You will be facing me and I will, this time around, hit you when you're looking.
Still, something Clinton said struck me as true. Being a Champion, being a target may be wearing down on me. Maybe I am tired. God knows I had no intention of getting this far but when given the opportunity, I took the ball and ran with it the best I could.
But perhaps, it would be nice if I didn't have to live with the pressure anymore..."
Angel trails off, looking a little forlorn for a few seconds before looking up, the dejection replaced with grim determination.
"But I am prepared to weather the pressure until someone worthy comes along and from what I've seen, the three of you are not fit to even lick the strap of this belt. If you think you are worthy, then prove it because I don't see any worth in either of you. I may be a target, I may be at a perceived disadvantage but I want you guys to remember something. You're going to face a man who has NEVER been pinned. You are going to face a man who exemplified what it means to be a Bad Blood Champion with his own blood. You are going to face a man who beat Vincent Matthews in the most grueling match in the SNW to date in one try.
Remember that as you stand opposite me. And I know you're going to say that there's three times more of a chance for me to lose my belt but let me leave you with this. I faced down three members of Insurrection and I beat every single one of them to win that match and I could still walk out on my own.
Come Summer Bash, you are not going to be facing just Chris Angel, the SNW Texas Champion. You will be facing the man who will take all your hopes and dreams and leave it in a cloud of dust.
The era of the Dream will continue past Summer Bash but for the three of you, all of it will be nothing more, than a distant memory."
A riled up Angel stares at the camera as it slowly fades to black.
