Post by MasterEvil on Mar 25, 2012 20:17:11 GMT
I lost again. Just when I thought I could start my winning ways and eventually force the WEW to give me just one shot…bam, I got defeated by one Alistar Bane. Overall I think he deserved the victory but the victory wasn’t enough for him, no, he had to openly mock me by spoofing my finishing move to win the match. Well, I am battered but I see no reason in leaving the arena and heading off to the next venue…so once I walked out of the shower, I dried myself and got changed before placing the camera just in front of the mirror, with the lens facing me and not the reflective glass. I already know who my next opponent is, Justin blade. I actually defeated him in a fatal four way to mark my defeat…how ironic is it that he spent twenty-eleven losing match after match yet now he’s the one on the winning streak and I’m the one who can’t properly win a damn match. But I must force these feelings behind me…these feelings of letting down the fans that cheer me on once again…these feelings of grief knowing that I’ll spend the rest of my life without someone to love and be loved by…these feelings never being able to speak to my daughter again…these feelings of being the prey of some spiritual little girl…I have to force all of these feelings into a box and lock it has I softly sighed to myself, moments before I pushed the record putting on the camera.
TBS: I lose again…what is new? I’ve said that line before, so am I getting repetitive? Is that why I’m never going to get that one chance? Because I appear has a one hit wonder than a five star match combatant? In seven days and seven nights I fight a talentless man from Cardiff Wales, so talentless in fact that no matter how hard people try he’ll always look greener than the light that tells cars to go, and no…I am not talking about some Mason Ryan…I am talking about one Justin Blade. The very same Justin Blade I defeated in my first match in World Elite Wrestling, yes it was a four way match but I still defeated him. Yet look at where it took us, he went on to compete at numerous pay per views while I was pushed down into obscurity…obviously the whole “winners achieve greatness” means absolutely nothing to people in this company. Yet now Justin is the one on a roll and I’m the one who can’t win a match by myself for my damn life. In seven days I’ll start again when I defeat Justin Blade AGAIN and propel myself towards just one fucking shot.
I spoke with my deep northern English accent, my voice hinting a bit of displeasure in being booked against a fellow face while earlier tonight Jaxson got given a WEW Title shot for no reason…at least Baxter turned the system on its head by winning the Championship. Admittedly I don’t fully committed to this promo since part of me feels that I’ll be somehow screwed over by management again if either I deliver or not…it also doesn’t help that I am expecting that little hooded girl to show up…but continue on is what I must for what’ve planned to say in this promo.
TBS: Sorry if I sound either too confident or too not interested in the match Justin…all these past few months have taught me is that nice guys are screwed and the bad are rewarded. I could try to focus on you Blade but what is there to say about you? Your girlfriend chose a viper has her tag partner over you? That you lost to that same viper in a last man standing match? That you lost because your girlfriend purposely screwed you? That your girlfriend left you for that viper? Or that all you ever be is another talentless sheep-shagger? I don’t believe there is much to say about you Justin but its quite amusing how you claimed that twenty-twelve is going to be your year and, despite your clear failures, no one has truly proven your claim wrong at all…so who could be the one, if anyone, end your hopes and dreams? Who could be the one, if anyone, to kill off your claim in just three months of announcing it? Who could be this one!?! This “one” is speaking out right now Justin, out of anyone I am the one who will unfortunately end the year of Blade.
While I spoke my words I grabbed a small piece of paper, has well has a blue ballpoint pen, and began to write the words “do you know me?” onto it. Maybe I am giving too much of my attention to this girl that seems to be haunting me…but I’ve already defeated Justin Blade before and feel I can do it again, it might also hinder my focus that Jaxson gets a Title shot while I am still made to wait longer and longer…when, unlike Ligeia, I actually did issue a televised challenged to the Champion. Once I written onto the paper I folded it up the paper and placed it next to the camera, with the pen on top of it, before continuing my promo within this shower room.
TBS: I’ll apologise right now for the tyranny that I’ll commit in just seven days and just seven nights. But I am currently desperate to finally achieving that one proper win. I am so damn desperate that I’m willing to do anything, be it ripping a puppy in two or ridding the world of possibly the most popular Welsh wrestler of twenty-twelve and eleven. But desperation is often the weakness of good men because it makes them leave themselves too open for a potentially fatal counter attack and I bet that is probably what you’ll aim to rely on Justin, that fatal counter attack…if your plan is to capitalise on me producing high risk move that I wouldn’t dare do then you aren’t that smart, aren’t you Blade? For while you have a world of cyan magenta yellow and key…I live in a world of in between the shades of black and white, between the lines of truth and lie, between the sands of space and time…for this world I live in is created by my own hatred and misfortune and for this world I do what no sane one would even consider…this isn’t the year of the Saint and this year could be the end of Saint but if that is to be then I’ll bring you down onto your knees before I disappear into eternal isolation.
Why am I shooting this promo six nights before it should be in? Is it that I don’t want my past promo stupidly classed has too late? Or is it that I have something to do throughout my week then worry about producing a promo to a judge that possess no proper evidence if his decisions are bias or not? And why am I think of all these damn fucking questions? Why am I concerned by the fact that Jaxson Baxter was handed a Title shot and I haven’t even been given a simple pay per view filler match? Maybe I am just one of these people who love watching things from the shadows and complain about them since nobody would give a damn about what I say…throughout my words I’ve noticed that both paper and pen haven’t moved the slightest millimetre…maybe giving up on that morning pint is helping me.
TBS: Before I finish this promo up, Justin may I ask you this? How does it feel to be popular? How does it feel to actually feel insured about your spot among Animosity? How does it feel to actually have people acknowledging you has a friend? Out of hundreds that enters and leaves this company, only two people actually like me…and one of them is my own damn employee. Who would actually miss me if I die today? Who would miss me if I disappear to some hidden location in some mountain range? For every one you could name I can name three. But back to the relevance…may I ask you this, Justin Blade? What would it feel like? What would it feel like to be made example of? What would it feel to fight somebody that doesn’t know the faintest difference between knocking an opponent out and murdering somebody? What would it feel like to be broken in half by the broken one? I ask these questions for I don’t know the answer to any of them and I expect you to answer them in seven day. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, for I shall infect thou with my plagas and gleefully watch has you silently screech out in pain before evidentially blacking out into unconsciousness…
Maybe I could make a good interrogator, considering that I can ask a ridiculous amount of questions. But who am I to criticise myself, I’m my own worst enemy at times…other times its my gruesome memories that oppose me. Half way through my words my right hand reached out for the folded piece of paper, knocking the pen onto the floor, and pulled it towards me. My heartbeat raised in speed ever so slightly has I began to slowly pull the paper back to me…the moment of truth…is that girl a fragment of my dark mind created by alcohol or is there really a ghost haunting me. When I finished the words I’ve just spoken I took a deep breath before slowly unfolding the paper, I would do this with close worried eyes if I wasn’t being recorded. I looked into the unfolded paper and sighed heavily, no writing…this girl is not real…thank bloody god for that. Now I looked intently into the camera lens, with a devilish grin across my face, and began to speak one last time with supreme confidence.
TBS: You have seven days to prepare yourself Justin Blade, for you’ll need ALL the time needed to get ready for me. I’m the new “Las Plagas” Broken Saint…Break Me! I Don’t Car…
WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?! I was first leaning over quite slowly and confidently towards the camera, ready to switch it off straight away, while I spoke my words. But when I was about to finish my trademark catchphrase, I think that’s what people call it, the camera was not there…instead the little hooded girl was there. I was completely frozen in position, my heartbeat sky rocketed in both pace and loudness, in this position it looks like my right hand was resting softly on the girl’s left shoulder. I couldn’t see her eyes nor her hair but I could barely see her hands near my chest, holding that damn bloodied half heart…it was beating has fast has mine in complete union yet again. “I do know thee…” I wanted to say something so badly, especially now she has answered my written question, I wanted to ask her how does she know me…why are you haunting me…and who, or what, is she but like the times before I seem unable to speak. These three words did send chills down my spine however and she shot out a light grin towards me before dematerialising in front of me. Now my right hand was on the camera, has it materialised back into existence, and I could feel myself paling massively. I tried to press the stop button but my hand suddenly became too weak to function and before I could do anything…everything faded to black has I felt myself falling backwards.