Post by MasterEvil on Feb 28, 2012 7:46:44 GMT
Here I am…home sweet home. Well, not fully home since I come from Gretna, not Birmingham, but its still nice to be back in the country I proudly call my birthplace. But here I am right now, inside the National Indoor Arena…from what I understand, nine odd months ago, some fat person from a place called “Castle Donnington” barely missed out on a medal twice in the same karate tournament but managed to qualify for some GKR Karate World Cup…but instead of going to the tournament he decided to celebrate his mother’s birthday…a sweet child or a stupid man, I’m still not sure.
But back on topic, I am sitting in one of the many empty seats that people would crowd tomorrow night…tomorrow is a big night for me. Just six days ago I interrupted Sophie Oliveira’s celebration of a god-awful match, if it is even considered a “match,” and issued a WWH Championship challenge to her, thus stealing the spotlight from the Champion. Obviously I expected her to say no but the manner that she did, through WEW.com instantly after the show, shows me that not only doesn’t she want to prove to me that she is a good Champion…but it also reveals to me that Oliveira is frightened of the very slim chance of me defeating her.
But it seemed that, even though she said “no,” I’ve gained the most from that encounter. Not only did it make my first appearance on Animosity in one or two months, but it also has put my name back on the Animosity match card with the first match on the show. That match being me versus Jaxson Baxter, the same guy I defeated before being mysteriously demoted to Burnout, maybe he should have been dropped instead of me…but whatever, I’m just a wrestler trying to get my spot back on the show. I guess the best thing to do is to shoot a promo now. So I held out my “borrowed” WEW camera and switched it on. Then I placed it on the chair next to me, in a position so that it’s lens could fully see me, before pushing the record button.
TBS: Snow is everywhere outside...the soft, fluffy, white, clean, cold snow is everywhere in Birmingham, Scotland and northern parts of England, has well has the East Midlands. Snow is nice, so relaxing…the opposite to a fire that burns and warms the body. Tomorrow night this arena will host a rematch from the nineteenth of December edition of Animosity…Jaxson Baxter versus the Broken Saint, last time I won because the Universal Champion Vantage wanted to screw Jaxson. This time there is going to be a clean result, this time I shall unlock the Naked Truth before your eyes and shut down the Incinerator. This is my first match on television since that disqualification victory and I plan on staying on Animosity for the rest of twenty-twelve. The X-Factor, The Incinerator, Jaxson Baxter…if you’re watching…I’ll tell you something different from last time. That time was on your turf, America, but this time you’re entering my home of England and I don’t plan on letting down the people that cheer me the most.
Odd way to begin a promo but then again my last few promos have been under-par, starting with the Magnum promo I issued against Jaxson late last year. Is the pressure on me to perform well? Hell yes it is, consider that it is my homeland and the higher-ups will have their eagle eyes upon me during this match. Will I succumb to this pressure? Hell no I ain’t, I have a lot to gain and not a lot to lose…wait a second, I have nearly nothing to lose. Thus meaning I can do whatever I want and whatever it takes to enjoy actually wrestling here. I softly sighed a breath of relief before looking directly at the camera.
TBS: Yes, you are an Incinerator but tomorrow nigh I’ll become the Refrigerator and stop you in your tracks Jaxson. I don’t know much about you and the same could be said the other round but frankly I don’t to know anything about you to defeat you “X-Factor.” Your Crossface is painful, I admit, but I did not tap…I will NEVER submit because what is the point of even trying if you end up being the one who submits? But back to what I said earlier, you are an Incinerator. Incinerators set things on fire to produce heat…America is one of the hottest countries in the world. However refrigerators cool objects down to keep them at a low temperature…the United Kingdom is one of the coldest countries in the world. Two practical opposites yet perfectly connected. The British found the United States, the United States gifts Britain with KFCs, McDonalds and Burger Kings. So similar, are they, but so apart they are. The United States of America is known for guns, gangsters and the god-awful western movie genre, before the Italians took over, while the United Kingdom is known for Pound Sterling, a cuppa tea and great standards of acting education.
What the fuck? Why the hell did I go all patriotic, or otherwise known on this occasion has an Anglophile? Maybe I couldn’t find anything else to point you about our differences…and perhaps the first Animosity show in the UK also adds onto my list of possible reasons. But it ain’t the end of the world, I guess. What would be the end of world? Perhaps my little girl getting kidnapped? But she doesn’t fully know who the hell I am. Perhaps losing the one that has gave life to my heart? Most likely, yes I believe so…but back to my promo.
TBS: I apologise for my patriotic speech for I am one who doesn’t know who the bloody hell he is. Am I depressive? Am I insane? Am I suicidal? Am I a sarcastic person? Am I funny man? Am I sad man? Am I sexy? Am I a monstrosity? Am I this or am I that, I don’t know anymore.
I chuckled after giving air to the words I have spoken, my tongue may be English and accent might be northern…but the sound of my own laughter was almost sickening, maybe I feel this because I hate myself more than anyone else could ever do.
TBS: I don’t know who I am, but I might know what I be. I be an Englishman, a proud Englishman. I be someone who never turns a single risk down. I be the thing that will take many hits just to nail one. I be the most mentally unstable creature to lace a pair of boots. I be the one who would stare death in the face and laugh. I be the one immune to fear and I be the one who would fight for his life…because, at this point, this is all my life has. So who be you Jaxson Baxter? You be the guy who lost a popularity contest to a corrupted millionaire. You be the guy who tapped out when you battled the Universal Champion at Winter Warzone. And you be the guy who couldn’t beat me in your so called “triumphant return.” What we both can be, though, is lucky…
“Lucky” how am I “lucky?” Three years ago I lost everything: my friends, my family, my lover, my child…everything except for my life. At times it seem that god has purposely kept me breathing just to watch me suffer from the sins of my past. What about me can be at all “lucky?” If I disappeared no one will notice. If I fall on my face out there no one would care. If I was to die tonight nobody would remember me…well, except for one person…Lya. At first I just wanted a drink so I went to a bar, next I saw her crying and tried to console her and now I owe everything I have, from my home to my heart so I guess that is what I am truly lucky for.
TBS: I’m lucky that my decision to cut into the WEW Champion’s airtime was a beneficial one. Since it has got the higher-ups to finally acknowledge what was unjustly wasting away and saw how financially beneficial having an English wrestler perform on the Animosity from England can be. So at the end of the day, I’ve finally been announced to wrestle on Animosity for the first time in a long while…let alone in front of my fellow countrymen. But what are you exactly lucky about Jaxson Baxter? What could you be happy about? The fact you had a title shot without actually earning it? Nah…you submitted to Vantage, a guy who never specifically defeated me in the first place. So what could you be lucky about Incinerator?
I’ll tell you why you are truly lucky. Nineteenth December two-thousand-and-eleven, your return match against me, a rookie with a record of one win and two defeats. You had the match in your grasps yet thanks to your feelings towards Vantage you failed to actually conquer your return match, thus giving me my second victory. Now that was one hell of an embarrassment when it goes to return matches…so with my first match back on Animosity was also my last match on Animosity before now, against you. I don’t know what to call it; a booking decision, a popular demand or just a card filler match. But at the end of the day, you’ve been lucky enough to be given a chance of redemption…if you want to class it has lucky, since I don’t fully believe that this was lucky for you.
My tone was dark when I finished off my words but when have I ever been positive in the manner that I’ve spoken? But why did I first say about his second shot being possibly lucky then stating that I don’t believe it is completely lucky for him? To say something cool? Hell no, I never give air to any word without reason. Hell, even the time I was smashed and sung “Metalingus” by Alter Bridge...I chose that song for a damn reason, not that I can remember the reason but I did have a reason. But for now I should put an ending to my promo.
TBS: Why it isn’t lucky is because of what I've just found out...who I am. I am not the dark, I am not the light. I am not the day, I am the night. What am I? I was an angel with everything he ever wanted but with one wrong move that angel fell out of the heavens and, feather by feather, he saw his wings shred themselves away. And then that angel has nothing left to lose, so he decided to give up on everything...sanity, emotions, knowledge and his own feeling...until he first said “Break Me! I Don’t Care.” I am who that angel is now. You got a second chance to face the same guy who defeated you the first time out. Do you think that its “second chance is lucky.” You can think so but the truth is this...once a loser, always a loser...be lucky if I consider mercy over damnation, because there is no third chances...for that is who I am. I’m the Broken Saint...incinerate me! I don’t care.
After saying the same exact ending words I said in December I switched off the camera, thus ending the recording. Do I have a chance against Jaxson? Yes I do, even though it is quite slim...I don’t care; I beaten both him and the odds last time, so I can beat him again. But for now, what should I do? Well, the answer is ever so simple. I pulled like a Magnum, unwrapped it and put it n my mouth before taking a sweet bite out of it. Once I finish this Magnum I think I'll go help the backstage crew ensure the reliability of the ring.