Post by MasterEvil on Apr 7, 2012 20:47:03 GMT
Five Days To Go: Number Thirty
Here I laid on the bench in my locker room, last Animosity I defeated an impressive Justin Blade but instead of getting anywhere closer I feel even further away. Because on that very Animosity Chance Rugani announced a Four Way Match at Retribution for the WEW Title…the Champ Jaxson Baxter vs. the former champ Sophie Oliveira vs. President Rugani vs. Ligeia Cariosus, a girl who management wanted to be in WEW Title picture in the first place. It might be a good match but it also looks like a considerable letdown…why? Because it looks more like a tag match than a four way since Cariosus and Baxter do get along…if I was in the match then its more unpredictable because everyone in that ring hold something against me and vice versa…but I guess its not a complete loss. Since Sapphire happily told me earlier today that I’ve been picked, by popular demand it seems, to headline the Retribution pay per view, marking my very first booked WEW Pay Per View appearance since starting here in November of last year, through their Retribution Rumble…basically World Elite Wrestling’s version of the WWE’s Royal Rumble. What number am I? I don’t know, I asked Sapphire to get me mine for I have no doubt that I’ll be drawn early on in the match, if not drawn out first.
TBS: Two months ago I battled eighty-five others to prove who is the best in the world…I lost but I’ve outshone everybody else who represented World Elite Wrestling. Will I be able to outperform the others again in this “Retribution Rumble?” I don’t know, I don’t care…all I do know is that I’ve been here for half a year and FINALLY I am booked to actually compete at a pay per view. What may this match be? The very first WEW Retribution Rumble, the main event of Retribution and quite possibly the last chance for many to headline Legacy. Thirty will enter, twenty-nine shall be thrown out onto their asses and one shall be headlining Legacy, WEW’s planned granddaddy…could it be my time at last? My time to shine? My time to rise above? My time to finally prove my critics wrongs? I don’t fully know any of these answers but I know that people speculate that it is all about the numbers…those lucky numbers…those ill-omened numbers…those delightful numbers…those disastrous numbers…be the first and you’ll be out of breath by the time the last shows up while the later you come out, the less momentum you’re charging into the match with.
Even though my eyes were clued to the ceiling I knew there was a camera, at the furthest corner of the room, recording me for this promo. Three promos shouldn’t be too hard to do…right? I admit I did increase the volume of my voice when I mentioned the word “finally,” but it is true that during my near six months here, from the seventeenth of November to the third of April, I have never been once booked to compete at a damn pay per view. I did wrestle at “Survive & Conquer” but that’s an APW pay per view, not a WEW one…at least I am actually in the main event of it however. Yet I’m still not sure if World Elite Wrestling waited so long to let me develop or just because they desperately needed bodies to put in a Rumble. So far there isn’t a hooded girl in sight and no voices in my head…I doubt this shall last very long, but for now I have to shoot to promo towards thirty different people…thank god Survive & Conquer has given me experience in this kind of match, unlike most of the twenty-nine. Maybe that could lead to a possible advantage over people like Cody Taylor, Purgatory and Moxie.
TBS: But numbers are only has useful has the mathematician using them, for three-hundred Spartans could slaughter a hundred-thousand enemies without losing one man. Just like how the odds, for and against, are only has vital has the gambler judged by them, for three threes wins more games than three aces. Numbers and odds shouldn’t mean a thing because in the end there are only thirteen men and sixteen women I have to go through for glory, for honour…for success. The fact that blokes are typically bigger than the birds and the birds are probably given more of a favour in the draw shouldn’t mean a damn thing because at the end of the day…it’s a colosseum for the twenty-first century gladiators to slaughter, to butcher, to mutilate each other for the pleasure of the audience and the approval of those twenty-first century emperors. So the strong, the quick and the popular is fed to the lions has only carnage, mayhem and devastation shall survive this “Nightmare in Paris.” Blood will be everywhere…the wounded will fall…the overconfident will perish…the blind will see and the deaf shall hear the destruction, the annihilation and the inhumane eradication taking place within this thirty person crusade.
Maybe comparing the “Retribution Rumble” to mathematics and card games is a bit weird…I guess playing games with Duke at the pub isn’t such a smart idea anymore. But I did slowly sit myself up while speaking of the boys and the girls I’ll need to defeat. Once I sat up I shimmied myself so I was facing the camera, so that the camera lens could fully see my face has I spoke out my words about this rumble being like a twenty-first century colosseum . Indeed my used a huge amount of vocabulary but then again, sometimes enough just isn’t enough and the best way to describe is to go full out on the details, even if it might be a tiny bit gory. The little girl still hasn’t showed up, is she waiting for near the end like last time? I honestly don’t know and, unlike multiple other situations, I do actually care about it…but at the end of the day, this promo needs to be gone. So after I finished my words I relaxingly stood up from the chair and began to take small silent steps towards the camera, letting my lungs trade more air for words has I get a little step closer to the lens.
TBS: Can I do it? Do I have what it takes? Am I able to have no remorse for whatever action may or may not need to be taken to certify victory? Can I be the one to survive the bloodbath and conquer this pandemonium? Is it be written in the stars, a million miles away, that my dark entity consumes the light and achieve complete conquest of this battle? Shall it be destiny for me to be the one who ends the show has the last creature standing? Could I finally receive the declaration of victor when it is of the utmost importance? Can I? Am I? Could I? Should I? Shall I? Be I? Will I? These questions burn scars deep within my skull and subconsciousness for they are my motivations for victory, no matter how doubtful they all might seem. Am I losing my mind? Haven’t lost it already? Am I around the bend? Am I insane? Why so serious? I lost my answers to these questions three years ago, within a car crash, and ever since then my mind haunts me in my sleeps with those five questions over and over again…Are you scared? Have you become doubtful?
My steps were slow and my voice was deeply dark, almost the perfect seen for a slasher film, but with each question I ask my body gets a step ever so closer and closer and closer to that camera lens. What do I plan to do to it? I’m not fully convinced yet but one thing is certain…I won’t move my gaze away from that camera, even if that mysterious child shows up behind me and say her words about two halves or letting my past be a map to self-completion. What mattered at the moment to shooting this damn promo…admittedly I do sound kind of crazy, if not psychotic, in the manner I have spoken out these questions…maybe I could make a decent Joker. But by the time I began to ask my last two questions I was somewhere about four feet away from the camera, so what should I do now? I know I’ll just sit down in front of it, in a manner that parodies Chance Rugani, and simply grin at the camera. After five quiet seconds of letting my last two questions sink into whoever might be watching this footage I’ve chosen to speak up yet again.
TBS: Do any of you twenty-nine still hold the same confidence that you held before hearing my mouth waste air for words? Well…do any of you? The only person that can answer the question is yourself by looking into the mirror and try to motivate yourself…but be warned. Wherever you are I can be watching you from within the shadows…from the security cameras…and from the other side of the mirror…I could be watching you right now Shannon Teamon, or even you Justin Blade. You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself turn into the villain…these are the words I live by throughout my entire life. For I am a nobody with no name…no characteristic…no heart…I am nobody with no name. How can one prepare for nobody? Relay on lady luck to draw me first and you last so that I end up too enervated to fight you off? Maybe that is what fate has for me…but then again…when have luck ever been by my side? I don’t rely on luck, I rely on myself and how crazy…how demonic…how unforgiving I can truly be. Fortunately for you twenty-nine I’ll never let my anger loose for I do have a fear and that fear is what could happen when my three years of hate…my three years of sorrow…my three years of anger takes over my actions.
Annoyed to intellectual to doubtful to stalker to almost Doctor Who like…damn I’m changing moods faster than Duke can get drunk, and that’s saying something! Weird how I seem motivated to say a lot…maybe it could be, with Legacy being the next pay per view and the World Title getting almost has much turns has Dean Malenko’s submission holds, that I’m running out of time to finally obtain my title shot? With the talented batch Animosity has, it is just a matter of time before somebody shapes up and leapfrogs me like Jaxson Baxter and Ligeia Cariosus has. Maybe I’m just being paranoid; maybe that little girl has brought out a paranoid side of me…who knows? I don’t, neither should I fully care. All I know is that so far the little girl is nowhere to be seen…phew, maybe today is the day she stops haunting me, even though I doubt it. The other thing I know is that Sapphire, my personal manager and announcer, has entered the room with a plastic see-through ball in her hands. At the end of my words she walked over to me and sat next to me before we traded soft smiles.
Sapphire: I’m back with the ball.
TBS: Cool, what number do you think you‘ve drawn for me?
I asked the young Japanese girl, looking away from the camera. The ending of this promo can wait until I know what number I’ve got.
Sapphire: Probably number thirteen, since I’m not very lucky at these kind of things…
TBS: Thirteen, really? I honestly thought I was getting number one.
Sapphire: Nope the guy that got his ball before me, Eric James I think was his name, drew number one.
Poor unlucky git…but it nothing to prevent me and Yashira laughing together, it sure is nice to have some kind of company here and there. But without much further or do, she opened the ball and pulled out the piece of paper. I had my eyes closed, partly not wanting to see how unlucky and mostly because the dress she’s wearing today shows a bit of cleavage so I didn’t want to openly look down her breast. She whispered the number she has drawn into my left ear and my eyes opened, smiling almost Cheshire Cat like, before looking over to the camera lens with a my smile turning into a cunning grin.
TBS: It seems that lady luck has finally decreed that I have suffered enough for I, The New “Las Pragas” Broken Saint, have drawn the favourable number of all…number thirty.
My left arm moved slowly to softly embrace Sapphire close to me while I spoke out my words towards the lens. But at the moment I mentioned what number she has drawn for me, Sapphire showed the written number to the camera…possibly so that the audience know that I am speaking the truth. My grin remained however and I guess now, than ever, is the best time to start drawing this promo to a close.
TBS: I do wonder however, how does this fact affect your plans? How much of a problem is it now that I, a man who has never built up any consistent momentum since saving himself from obscurity, am the one who enters last? How much of a factor am I now that I’ll be the final gladiator to arrive into the colosseum of bloodshed? Do any of you twenty-nine still feel confident? Hope for the best and pray for the worst for there are no limits…no blockages…no chains binding me from doing ANYTHING imaginable to finally obtaining the shot I’ve been wanting for ninety long days. I’m The New “Las Pragas” Broken Saint…Break Me! I Don’t Care.
I felt Sapphire relaxing against the side of my body has I spoke my words and, truthfully, I didn’t mind this. We’ve gotten to know each other quite well throughout the past weeks and our friendship is quite strong. But once I’ve spoken my words I grinned again while Yashira was the one that leaned forwards to switch the camera off. I then stood myself but before I could even attempt to walk away, the Japanese girl spoke.
Sapphire: Hey, Jericho, did you invite anybody else here?
TBS: No I haven’t…why?
Instead of answering my question Yashira simply pointed at the camera and, probably against my better judgement, I moved over and moved the camera. What I saw made me completely speechless…carved into the wall were words like: “May thou find a new destiny”, “you’ll be able to change your future” and “Jericho.” I couldn’t speak, I have no words to say and no air to say any with…I even felt my heartbeat raising in velocity has all my body could do was slowly step back before everything suddenly went black, with all my feelings going numb.
Four Days To Go: Am I Dead?
The blackness…the darkness…so empty…so cold…so numb…so unresponsive…am I dead? If so then why am I still thinking? I am doomed forever to wander the earth, has a spirit, and watch helplessly has the world suffocates itself? Would anyone miss me if I’m gone? What is there to miss? I have been an awful human being. I was an embarrassment to my picture perfect family and my little miss perfect sister. I was a complete dick to nearly everyone I once considered has a friend at school and college. I’ve annoyed the hell out of the headmaster many times while freaking the shit out of those teachers. I have ridden motorbikes while completely smashed. And I normally spent at least three days a week high on one thing or the other.
But, then, I was saved by my sweet Serena. She took me in into her life, accepting all the shit and turning them away. She was the cure of who I was and after years of going out we decided to get married before losing our virginities together. We had no proper job so I became a freelance deliveryman…the legality of the contents I was delivering I’m still not sure about, but it did get us the money needed to run to get what we needed to raise our child, Sabrina. Everything was so perfect until a year later, when we were celebrating our anniversary. It was quite foolish of us actually, we got completely wasted at the pub before deciding that I’ll drive us back to our home at the time, my old caravan. One wrong turn and we got hit by some kind of lorry, I could remember the car rolling and by the time we finally stopped rolling Serena…my sweet Serena…was dead by my side.
My life went downwards from there…her bratty sister used the court of law to not only send me to an Asylum, which her expression when the judge declared it clearly told me that she didn’t plan on doing so, but also take Sabrina away from me. I wish I was the one that disappeared for at least she could still be with her mother and remember what she looks like. I rather have Sabrina with Serena and forget about me instead of letting her aunt twist her into thinking her father was a murderer…hell, she probably won’t know me enough to care if I am truly dead. If that is the case then so be it for I have indeed deserved this and hopefully I’ll finally reunite with my beautiful wife for the first time in three years…
Jesus Christ a bright light!!! Is this heaven? Where are the gates? Where is this almighty “Son of God”? Where is my sweet Serena? “Jericho…Jericho…Jericho…” where is that voice coming from? Its definitely not Serena and its nowhere near light enough to be that hooded girl…who the hell is that voice? “Jericho…please don’t die Jericho…” that voice is so familiar…its definitely not deep enough to be Duke and it doesn’t possess a Canadian accent like Rebecca, so who is this voice? It is not Chris, nor it is his wife Judy, could it be my sister…my parents? No, I doubt they’d care. So who the fuck is that voice!?!
“This isn’t how thy story ends…” holy shit now I’m hearing the girl, but I can’t see her…I can’t believe this but now I am totally scared. “When two halves combine you’ll be able change your future…” I felt my heart beat faster and harder with each word the girl said, what could she be talking about!?! “W-Who are you…?” wait, am I talking to her? But my lips haven’t moved, not even a millimetre, is this telepathy or is this an illusion caused by death? “Thy question will not be answered at this time…” she answered me, she actually answered me. “Thy death isn’t nigh for thy end is another time and at that time thou shall already know the answer…” I couldn’t see her but I could feel the little hooded girl. Yet once she finished her words her presence faded away…then some blurry cyan, magenta, yellow and key began to fill in the whiteness.
“Please don’t leave me Jericho!” That voice, I’ve heard those words so clearly has my eyes finally began to open themselves. I see a nurse at the corner of the room looking horrified towards me, I see that I’m in some hospital bed and I could see Sapphire by my side, her head against my chest. Without thinking my right hand weakly moved to her hair and stroked it.
TBS: What is wrong Yashira…?
My voice sounded weak…what actually happened to me? The Japanese girl raised up, her face strangely tearstained, and rather alarmingly she lunged down and hugged me deeply.
Sapphire: Jericho! You were so unresponsive…we all thought you were dead!!!
She actually cared if I died? I knew we are friends but I thought all I’m good for is signing her paychecks. I felt her tears going onto my right shoulder while she said her tones, her voice standing between crying and sorrowful. So my arms slowly wrapped themselves around the Japanese girl, hugging her close to me, has I’ve finally realised that it was her voice I was hearing before the girl spoke.
TBS: Well, I’m not dead, sorry for worrying you…
Nurse: But your vital things were fading!!!
The nurse burst out from the corner, interrupting my comfort of Yashira Maran, while shivering lightly.
Nurse: We were about to call the funeral parlour…you’ll have to stay here for forty-eight hours, until we can guarantee that it’ll be safe for you to leave by your own power.
She sounded so panicked yet at least she managed to calm herself down enough to act professional…but forty-eight hours!?! That’s two days of promos, two days of training and two days of actually getting to Paris that I’ve lost. Yet no matter how much I tried I can’t feel my legs, let alone move them.
Sapphire: Please stay Jericho…I don’t want you to collapse again…
Damn, Sapphire cares for me a lot more than I’ve actually noticed. Even if I wanted to move, without my legs I can’t…so I just weakly nodded my head to her.
TBS: Sure, Yashira, I’ll be a good boy and stay…but the last thing I want is to be alone in this damn building…so stay with me.
Sapphire: Of course I’ll stay with you.
She spoke happily and hugged me even tighter, thank god I’ve been through worse or else I would be desperately begging her to let go so I could damn well breathe. I caught the nurse smiled faintly before she left the room…moments later my stomach grumbled and it seemed to have affected both me and Yashira, with me blushing faintly and her giggling lightly.
Sapphire: I guess its natural feeling hungry after not eating anything in almost twenty-four hours, let alone dodging death, may I get you something to eat?
TBS: Well that is very considerate of you…sure, you may if you wish, has long has you don’t give me child portions.
We both laughed lightly at my words…damn, it hurts to laugh…and we let go of each other before the young beauty exited the room, possibly to get me something to digest on. So now I am alone in this room but there are now two big questions scorched within my mind. One, who is that little girl and what does she mean by “thy end is another time?” While question number two is how can I repay Sapphire for this show of supreme kindness? Maybe a possible third is…does she like me, you know, really like me? Maybe a little nap will do me wonders since I do strangely feel tired…hopefully I’ll feel miles better by the time I’ll leave this building and prepare for the Retribution Rumble. Do I still have a chance? Does this hinder the possibilities of me winning the rumble? Hopefully being number thirty will mean that I’ll be able to rest up a bit more before I finally have to make my entrance…maybe I should take my own advice of “hope for the best and prepare for the worst” has I shut my tired eyes, beginning to take the first peaceful nap of the week.
One Day To Go: I Will Become Anubis
Here I sit in a dark room, somewhere within my house at Los Angeles, by a table. At the other side of this table is a camera recording and the only door to this room, barely open. But what was on this table? Twenty-nine lit candles, with a picture of one of my opponents on each one. By the door is my personal announcer, interviewer and manager Sapphire and she does look a little bit cautious…so I couldn’t help myself in find out what could possibly be bothering her.
TBS: Anything wrong Yashira?
It looked obvious that she was about to shake her head but turned it into a nod.
Sapphire: Are you sure that it is smart to confine yourself within a small room filled with a lot of smoke, last thing I want is for you to suffer any kind of monoxide poisoning…
TBS: You worry too much at times, you know that Yassy? Don’t worry I’ll be fine, if you’re so uncertain then feel free to stay in the room.
I playfully stated her nickname, knowing that it would cause her to giggle whenever I state it. But after hearing the rest of my words she nodded and closed the door, leaving the candles has the only form of light within the room, before moving over to the camera. She pressed the record button and indicated to me that I can begin the promo now.
TBS: A Wiseman once said that blowing out other candles don’t make your flame burn any brighter…but what if your flame is the last one remaining? Then how can it be not be brightest? Tomorrow night thirty souls shall enter the Anubis’ court and twenty-nine hearts shall be thrown to the crocodile while the last one shall be led on into the Promised Land. But who shall be the one heart remaining? Who shall be the last flame standing? Who will be the one entering the Promised Land…will it be you Eric James?
I spoke my words softly but meaningfully has the flames make the candles, and their pictures, easily seen by the camera lens. After asking my last question I picked up the candle that has the picture of whom I mentioned on it, the flame revealing my face to the camera for the first time in this promo.
TBS: Are you happy with the number you’ve drawn Eric James? Or would you rather preferred the number thirty? I could easily tell that you aren’t happy about the number you have received Eric…but you could still do very well Mister James, can’t you? You’ve been on this roster for x amount of weeks and here you are, booked within the main event of Retribution has the first entrant into the “Retribution Rumble.” You weren’t booked into this match by pure accident, no, you’ve earned your spot in this match and unfortunately for you…on that night I will become Anubis and feed your heart to the crocodiles for it is not your time yet, soon it might but not yet.
I spoke my words towards the candle, has if it was really Eric James I was talking to. I knew that he wasn’t happy about drawing number one, evidenced by his rather amusing reaction to the question that the WEW.com lot gave him. But once I finished speaking out my words I blew out the flame and dropped the candle before picking up the candle with Jess Goldberg’s face on it.
TBS: Jesse Goldberg…the daughter of one Bill Goldberg…a proud Latina, yet the biggest thing you’ve done since being here is nearly getting your ass kicked by something that looks like the daughter of Miley Cirus and King Kong. No matter how daft your career here sounds, underestimating you is just like wearing chain mail to an archery battle…completely ridiculous. I’ve seen you beaten many people in the past and you’ll probably beat two-hundred more before calling it a day. But for now you are just like the sixteen other girls in this match, I’ve never fought a lass before but need I hurt you and eliminate you for victory…then so be it.
Again I spoke to the candle like I was speaking to the exact person. If anything, I hold a slight sense of admiration for this woman, considering what footage my trainer showed me of her…but I know better than to let admiration turn into my detriment. Once I finished all of my calmly spoken words I blew out this flame and dropped the before picking up Raphael Fatale’s candle. If it isn’t obvious, I am doing this in a specific order of who is entering the rumble and when.
TBS: Raphael Fatale…a wildcard perhaps? I’ve never got the opportunity to watch him before and, from I understand, he plans to use this match has his return match from some kind of injury. If this is so then I’ll state it right now that I’m sorry Raphael…I’m sorry for ruining your return for it is going to be me who becomes the first ever person to win World Elite Wrestling’s very first “Retribution Rumble,” not you or any other of the twenty-nine that have already drawn their numbers. For fair play I’ll wish you luck Fatale with both your performance and with the injury you’ve just healed from.
I could still feel the weakness in my hands, maybe I ain’t healing has well has I hoped for. I did notice Sapphire feeling concerned about this. So I grinned lightly to reassure her while making sure it fits in with my promo. After treating this candle in the same manner I treated the other two I picked up number four…Stephanie Sanderson, who the hell is she?
TBS: Stephanie Sanderson…S Double? Double S? I kind of feel a little embarrassed in stating that I know next to nothing about you. The three things I know about you are: your name, your gender and your drawn number. I think you can last a while in this match but I’m kind of at no valid liberty to properly state anything for I know absolutely nothing about you. I can’t even guarantee if you’ll get your backside released shortly after the match or not. Maybe I should wish you luck for I guess I won’t for I hold serve doubts that you’ll last past number ten.
Okay…I did sound heavily doubtful of this young lady while my lack of botheration to watching Adrenaline may be the reason why I have no clue on who Sanderson is. But at the end of the day I don’t need to know anything about any of my opponents them, like I no clue on who the fuck Jim Black was at Survive & Conquer. Now I was done talking I disposed of this flame before getting the next one, quickly my mind has discovered that this might be my longest damn promo to date.
TBS: Number five, Roy Speede…does your last name indicate that you’re fast or something? Because I do know that your level of potential is got amazing, so amazing that I could see you becoming Champion before the year is over. But for potential to be truly reached, one must bounce back from a setback of some kind…and I’m more than willing to become your setback Roy. I promise not to hurt your pretty little face, for I know many woman pleading and begging an whining and crying just to kiss it, but another thing I shall promise you is if you survive long enough and work with me then you’ll last quite well…but cross me and I’m not afraid of the consequences of snapping your potential in half.
I love to talk don’t I? Maybe that is what I get for being alone most of the time. But even I’m quite amazed at the different ways I’ve spoken about these five people so far, maybe I could have been a literature teacher…hell no, I’ll get fired for hitting the annoying prat of the class. Anyway…I finished my words, blew out the flame and threw the candle away before grabbing candle number six.
TBS: James Shark…the self-proclaimed naturally black ass, or the baddest nigga here…if I’m not mistaken. If so then sorry about that James…damn…another James, at least this one is on Adrenaline or less we could get “Team James” has Tag team Champions…anyway. I know that you are popular Shark, I also know that you are gifted within the squared circle. But this is a rumble not a basic one fall match, no need for pins or submissions has the only way to eliminate others is to throw them over the very top rope with both their feet touching the floor…and you know what James Shark? Anyone can eliminate anyone has I can end up ending your chance of becoming World Heavyweight Champion.
Did I get his nicknames wrong by any chance? Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, I have no honest clue and I partly don’t care. Even though we do get alone ever since I welcomed him here and he gave me a slight glimmer of hope that I could meet my innocent daughter at least one last time…he is my opponent tomorrow so all this positively can wait until after the match for he could stab my back at anytime and vice versa. Well, now I’m done speaking about him so after disposing that candle I picked up the next one and began to speak up yet again.
TBS: Next up is Jax Keenen, never heard of him neither have I seen him compete before. Should I be afraid of you? I mean, I know just has much about you has I know Stephanie Sanderson…which is quite minute by the way. So the best thing I can say to you Jax is just hope for the best and prepare for the worst for between you and victory is me and what is in between you and I are twenty-two others…can you outlast the twenty-two others? And you conquer the six before you? I heavily doubt you are able to do so Keenen.
Yet again I am quite doubtful towards somebody I haven’t fully heard of…yeah I think I’m quite a bastard at times, but not the end of the world I guess. I wish I could think of something more to say about Jax Keenen but its hard to say much about someone you’ve never heard of before. Well, hopefully he’ll provide more of a challenge then my words make him sound. Now for the next candle.
TBS: Who is the next may I ask? None other than the guy who became the first ever person to win a Royal Rumble, the very match our rumble is based on, from number freaking one…the Heart Break Kid, the Showstopper, Mister Main Event, the Sexy Boy Shawn Michaels…I was impressed back then but now I see you has nothing more than a decrepit old man who is constantly losing a battle against your ego since what it wants is to be in the spotlight once again…even when your back is in no such condition is actually compete. I’m sorry Michael Hickingbottom for I, The broken Saint shall be the one breaking your heart when I win this rumble.
It kind of pains me to say my words for I do enjoy watching Shawn Michaels wrestle but at the same time it hurts me to see him continuing to wrestle while never fully medically cleared. Maybe this match will be good for him for two reasons…one, he gets to have a good payday. And two, it could help him realise that he ain’t at the same pace has everyone else here…I admit it’ll hurt me to ruin his opportunity but nowhere am I letting fandom cost me MY WEW Title shot. Now I’m on my ninth candle, twenty odd candles to go I guess.
TBS: Now to Ariane Chevalier…I think I’ve heard about her…wrestled at many locations while numerous Championship accomplishments and waves of experience. But what is there about you that I should be feeling at all worried about? I never bothered watching you wrestle, I admit, while I honestly consider people like Jesse Goldberg and Eric James has higher threat than you…want to prove so badly? Fine, I welcome your struggle to prove my words wrong but last time I’ve checked the other person I spoke badly of still isn’t proving me wrong, so maybe you should go off to a smaller company to actually build yourself up before taking me on.
I can feel my left hand going colder and colder with each word I speak about Ariane, maybe it’s a bit too brash to get shoot a promo so soon after arriving to this French arena. Could it be possibly that she’s a hometown girl? Maybe, maybe not, I just don’t care if I have to eliminate the hometown hero has long has I win this “Retribution Rumble.” So now onto number ten, probably the male I like the most in this thirty person war.
TBS: Justin Blade, the guy I’ve defeated both at our debuts and the last Animosity…I actually do like this guy a hell of a lot and he can guaran-damn-tee that he’ll have me rooting for him in the Tag Team Title match. But for this rumble we’ll be enemies and no offence Justin, but there is a reason you have not beaten me yet just like you’ve appeared on every pay per view you were available for. So I’ll cheer for you and I’ll wish you the best of luck within the rumble but at the end of the day I want to be the one stands tall, hell, I could love it if we end up the last two of the Retribution Rumble.
Its amusing how my emotions changed from not purely bothered about one Ariane Chevalier to actually quite glad and happy to speak of the Welshman known has Justin Blade. But while I spoke the fingers of my left hand went completely numb…thank god I’m using my right hand in throwing these candles away, after blowing each one out, before picking up the next one.
TBS: Number eleven…Ligeia Cariosus…the girl who have beaten Champion after Champion yet never truly earned a WEW Title shot even though she’s having her second shot before the rumble itself. From what was suppose to be a triumphant return is now just a degrading humiliation and you only have one person to blame Cariosus…me. You got given your shot too soon because I fucked up and you couldn’t handle it and lost…so, in a vain attempt to look big, you stole the World Elite Wrestling Championship. Yet all this did was just make you a very sore loser and the only reason you are in the four way is that you are too STUPID to compute into your thick skull that Jaxson Baxter could do what you couldn’t…win. Yes, you can claim to have helped him all you like but at the end of the day he’s the Champ and you’re just an attention whore. So “Madam Whore,” here’s a question for you, how would it feel to fail twice in the same night to headline Legacy? Feel free to tell me the answer after I won the “Retribution Rumble.”
Okay, why the fuck is Ligeia in this rumble match? Its like stating the obvious that she won’t win the damn World Title! I admit though that she is yet to prove anything truly positive to me, except for its thanks to me that she’ve been given this main event push. But now for the next candle, Kevin Kilbourne…if anyone in this match is a true threat then it would definitely be him.
TBS: Kevin Kilbourne, Twin K, Minister TK…a man who use to be a hardcore legend who’s greatest claim to fame in this company is a failed tag team with the big blunder in wrestling history. I know you can do it again Kev, I know that you can win gold again Kevin…people can claim all they like about how “past your peak” you are but truth be told right now, I consider you has the biggest threat I have in this rumble. Its opportunity’s equivalent of suicide for one to not take you seriously Kevin. This is a new you like I am a new me, could you win the rumble? Only an idiot would deny the obvious possibility but then again I’ve never been smart, we’ve never fought before but it doesn’t matter for I shall win this rumble and obtain my retribution at Legacy.
This veteran is indeed one to, under no circumstances, take lightly. Buts its getting quite awkward to continue this promo while feeling the feelings in my left hand slowly disappearing, luckily I didn’t show any of this to Sapphire while continuing on with the promo…this time with candle number thirteen.
TBS: Next we have a former Scarlett Champion, a girl who claims craziness…a kidnapper. Kidnapping someone’s child is beyond wrong and right, it is completely unforgivable and I plan on being the one giving you that karma of bad things happen to bad people. Isis De La Cruz…hope for the best and prepare for the worst for Lya was my saviour and I am for one have no problem helping her obtain vengeance over you. You’re not worried yet little Cruz? Not worried about your health? Your career? Your life? Good, I much prefer my victims ever so brave over those who beg for mercy.
Wow, my emotions almost completely set itself loose when I spoke about Isis…maybe I like Lya a lot more then I’m giving it credit for. Maybe its just my old fatherly side of me is just kicking in again. Well, next stop number fourteen…I am quickly regretting this promo idea.
TBS: Moxie, Moxie, Moxie…I’ve heard of you and I’m sure you’ve heard and seen what I can do but before you good off and claim an advantage over that factor, let me remind you of something. Let me remind you of who the fuck I am…I was a man who lost EVERYTHING! I lost love, I lost fatherhood, I’ve lost my mind…now I am here a shell, a shadow, a Broken Saint. Prepare yourself ever so much Moxie for I plan on infecting you with “Las Pragas” and watch with glee has you suffer so painfully.
Er…maybe my emotions were still hanging around has I spoke my words about Moxie. I could even see Yashira looking slightly worried. But without wasting anymore seconds on consideration I threw this candle away and picked the next one before beginning to speak to the hot wax again.
[/color]Here I laid on the bench in my locker room, last Animosity I defeated an impressive Justin Blade but instead of getting anywhere closer I feel even further away. Because on that very Animosity Chance Rugani announced a Four Way Match at Retribution for the WEW Title…the Champ Jaxson Baxter vs. the former champ Sophie Oliveira vs. President Rugani vs. Ligeia Cariosus, a girl who management wanted to be in WEW Title picture in the first place. It might be a good match but it also looks like a considerable letdown…why? Because it looks more like a tag match than a four way since Cariosus and Baxter do get along…if I was in the match then its more unpredictable because everyone in that ring hold something against me and vice versa…but I guess its not a complete loss. Since Sapphire happily told me earlier today that I’ve been picked, by popular demand it seems, to headline the Retribution pay per view, marking my very first booked WEW Pay Per View appearance since starting here in November of last year, through their Retribution Rumble…basically World Elite Wrestling’s version of the WWE’s Royal Rumble. What number am I? I don’t know, I asked Sapphire to get me mine for I have no doubt that I’ll be drawn early on in the match, if not drawn out first.
TBS: Two months ago I battled eighty-five others to prove who is the best in the world…I lost but I’ve outshone everybody else who represented World Elite Wrestling. Will I be able to outperform the others again in this “Retribution Rumble?” I don’t know, I don’t care…all I do know is that I’ve been here for half a year and FINALLY I am booked to actually compete at a pay per view. What may this match be? The very first WEW Retribution Rumble, the main event of Retribution and quite possibly the last chance for many to headline Legacy. Thirty will enter, twenty-nine shall be thrown out onto their asses and one shall be headlining Legacy, WEW’s planned granddaddy…could it be my time at last? My time to shine? My time to rise above? My time to finally prove my critics wrongs? I don’t fully know any of these answers but I know that people speculate that it is all about the numbers…those lucky numbers…those ill-omened numbers…those delightful numbers…those disastrous numbers…be the first and you’ll be out of breath by the time the last shows up while the later you come out, the less momentum you’re charging into the match with.
Even though my eyes were clued to the ceiling I knew there was a camera, at the furthest corner of the room, recording me for this promo. Three promos shouldn’t be too hard to do…right? I admit I did increase the volume of my voice when I mentioned the word “finally,” but it is true that during my near six months here, from the seventeenth of November to the third of April, I have never been once booked to compete at a damn pay per view. I did wrestle at “Survive & Conquer” but that’s an APW pay per view, not a WEW one…at least I am actually in the main event of it however. Yet I’m still not sure if World Elite Wrestling waited so long to let me develop or just because they desperately needed bodies to put in a Rumble. So far there isn’t a hooded girl in sight and no voices in my head…I doubt this shall last very long, but for now I have to shoot to promo towards thirty different people…thank god Survive & Conquer has given me experience in this kind of match, unlike most of the twenty-nine. Maybe that could lead to a possible advantage over people like Cody Taylor, Purgatory and Moxie.
TBS: But numbers are only has useful has the mathematician using them, for three-hundred Spartans could slaughter a hundred-thousand enemies without losing one man. Just like how the odds, for and against, are only has vital has the gambler judged by them, for three threes wins more games than three aces. Numbers and odds shouldn’t mean a thing because in the end there are only thirteen men and sixteen women I have to go through for glory, for honour…for success. The fact that blokes are typically bigger than the birds and the birds are probably given more of a favour in the draw shouldn’t mean a damn thing because at the end of the day…it’s a colosseum for the twenty-first century gladiators to slaughter, to butcher, to mutilate each other for the pleasure of the audience and the approval of those twenty-first century emperors. So the strong, the quick and the popular is fed to the lions has only carnage, mayhem and devastation shall survive this “Nightmare in Paris.” Blood will be everywhere…the wounded will fall…the overconfident will perish…the blind will see and the deaf shall hear the destruction, the annihilation and the inhumane eradication taking place within this thirty person crusade.
Maybe comparing the “Retribution Rumble” to mathematics and card games is a bit weird…I guess playing games with Duke at the pub isn’t such a smart idea anymore. But I did slowly sit myself up while speaking of the boys and the girls I’ll need to defeat. Once I sat up I shimmied myself so I was facing the camera, so that the camera lens could fully see my face has I spoke out my words about this rumble being like a twenty-first century colosseum . Indeed my used a huge amount of vocabulary but then again, sometimes enough just isn’t enough and the best way to describe is to go full out on the details, even if it might be a tiny bit gory. The little girl still hasn’t showed up, is she waiting for near the end like last time? I honestly don’t know and, unlike multiple other situations, I do actually care about it…but at the end of the day, this promo needs to be gone. So after I finished my words I relaxingly stood up from the chair and began to take small silent steps towards the camera, letting my lungs trade more air for words has I get a little step closer to the lens.
TBS: Can I do it? Do I have what it takes? Am I able to have no remorse for whatever action may or may not need to be taken to certify victory? Can I be the one to survive the bloodbath and conquer this pandemonium? Is it be written in the stars, a million miles away, that my dark entity consumes the light and achieve complete conquest of this battle? Shall it be destiny for me to be the one who ends the show has the last creature standing? Could I finally receive the declaration of victor when it is of the utmost importance? Can I? Am I? Could I? Should I? Shall I? Be I? Will I? These questions burn scars deep within my skull and subconsciousness for they are my motivations for victory, no matter how doubtful they all might seem. Am I losing my mind? Haven’t lost it already? Am I around the bend? Am I insane? Why so serious? I lost my answers to these questions three years ago, within a car crash, and ever since then my mind haunts me in my sleeps with those five questions over and over again…Are you scared? Have you become doubtful?
My steps were slow and my voice was deeply dark, almost the perfect seen for a slasher film, but with each question I ask my body gets a step ever so closer and closer and closer to that camera lens. What do I plan to do to it? I’m not fully convinced yet but one thing is certain…I won’t move my gaze away from that camera, even if that mysterious child shows up behind me and say her words about two halves or letting my past be a map to self-completion. What mattered at the moment to shooting this damn promo…admittedly I do sound kind of crazy, if not psychotic, in the manner I have spoken out these questions…maybe I could make a decent Joker. But by the time I began to ask my last two questions I was somewhere about four feet away from the camera, so what should I do now? I know I’ll just sit down in front of it, in a manner that parodies Chance Rugani, and simply grin at the camera. After five quiet seconds of letting my last two questions sink into whoever might be watching this footage I’ve chosen to speak up yet again.
TBS: Do any of you twenty-nine still hold the same confidence that you held before hearing my mouth waste air for words? Well…do any of you? The only person that can answer the question is yourself by looking into the mirror and try to motivate yourself…but be warned. Wherever you are I can be watching you from within the shadows…from the security cameras…and from the other side of the mirror…I could be watching you right now Shannon Teamon, or even you Justin Blade. You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself turn into the villain…these are the words I live by throughout my entire life. For I am a nobody with no name…no characteristic…no heart…I am nobody with no name. How can one prepare for nobody? Relay on lady luck to draw me first and you last so that I end up too enervated to fight you off? Maybe that is what fate has for me…but then again…when have luck ever been by my side? I don’t rely on luck, I rely on myself and how crazy…how demonic…how unforgiving I can truly be. Fortunately for you twenty-nine I’ll never let my anger loose for I do have a fear and that fear is what could happen when my three years of hate…my three years of sorrow…my three years of anger takes over my actions.
Annoyed to intellectual to doubtful to stalker to almost Doctor Who like…damn I’m changing moods faster than Duke can get drunk, and that’s saying something! Weird how I seem motivated to say a lot…maybe it could be, with Legacy being the next pay per view and the World Title getting almost has much turns has Dean Malenko’s submission holds, that I’m running out of time to finally obtain my title shot? With the talented batch Animosity has, it is just a matter of time before somebody shapes up and leapfrogs me like Jaxson Baxter and Ligeia Cariosus has. Maybe I’m just being paranoid; maybe that little girl has brought out a paranoid side of me…who knows? I don’t, neither should I fully care. All I know is that so far the little girl is nowhere to be seen…phew, maybe today is the day she stops haunting me, even though I doubt it. The other thing I know is that Sapphire, my personal manager and announcer, has entered the room with a plastic see-through ball in her hands. At the end of my words she walked over to me and sat next to me before we traded soft smiles.
Sapphire: I’m back with the ball.
TBS: Cool, what number do you think you‘ve drawn for me?
I asked the young Japanese girl, looking away from the camera. The ending of this promo can wait until I know what number I’ve got.
Sapphire: Probably number thirteen, since I’m not very lucky at these kind of things…
TBS: Thirteen, really? I honestly thought I was getting number one.
Sapphire: Nope the guy that got his ball before me, Eric James I think was his name, drew number one.
Poor unlucky git…but it nothing to prevent me and Yashira laughing together, it sure is nice to have some kind of company here and there. But without much further or do, she opened the ball and pulled out the piece of paper. I had my eyes closed, partly not wanting to see how unlucky and mostly because the dress she’s wearing today shows a bit of cleavage so I didn’t want to openly look down her breast. She whispered the number she has drawn into my left ear and my eyes opened, smiling almost Cheshire Cat like, before looking over to the camera lens with a my smile turning into a cunning grin.
TBS: It seems that lady luck has finally decreed that I have suffered enough for I, The New “Las Pragas” Broken Saint, have drawn the favourable number of all…number thirty.
My left arm moved slowly to softly embrace Sapphire close to me while I spoke out my words towards the lens. But at the moment I mentioned what number she has drawn for me, Sapphire showed the written number to the camera…possibly so that the audience know that I am speaking the truth. My grin remained however and I guess now, than ever, is the best time to start drawing this promo to a close.
TBS: I do wonder however, how does this fact affect your plans? How much of a problem is it now that I, a man who has never built up any consistent momentum since saving himself from obscurity, am the one who enters last? How much of a factor am I now that I’ll be the final gladiator to arrive into the colosseum of bloodshed? Do any of you twenty-nine still feel confident? Hope for the best and pray for the worst for there are no limits…no blockages…no chains binding me from doing ANYTHING imaginable to finally obtaining the shot I’ve been wanting for ninety long days. I’m The New “Las Pragas” Broken Saint…Break Me! I Don’t Care.
I felt Sapphire relaxing against the side of my body has I spoke my words and, truthfully, I didn’t mind this. We’ve gotten to know each other quite well throughout the past weeks and our friendship is quite strong. But once I’ve spoken my words I grinned again while Yashira was the one that leaned forwards to switch the camera off. I then stood myself but before I could even attempt to walk away, the Japanese girl spoke.
Sapphire: Hey, Jericho, did you invite anybody else here?
TBS: No I haven’t…why?
Instead of answering my question Yashira simply pointed at the camera and, probably against my better judgement, I moved over and moved the camera. What I saw made me completely speechless…carved into the wall were words like: “May thou find a new destiny”, “you’ll be able to change your future” and “Jericho.” I couldn’t speak, I have no words to say and no air to say any with…I even felt my heartbeat raising in velocity has all my body could do was slowly step back before everything suddenly went black, with all my feelings going numb.
Four Days To Go: Am I Dead?
The blackness…the darkness…so empty…so cold…so numb…so unresponsive…am I dead? If so then why am I still thinking? I am doomed forever to wander the earth, has a spirit, and watch helplessly has the world suffocates itself? Would anyone miss me if I’m gone? What is there to miss? I have been an awful human being. I was an embarrassment to my picture perfect family and my little miss perfect sister. I was a complete dick to nearly everyone I once considered has a friend at school and college. I’ve annoyed the hell out of the headmaster many times while freaking the shit out of those teachers. I have ridden motorbikes while completely smashed. And I normally spent at least three days a week high on one thing or the other.
But, then, I was saved by my sweet Serena. She took me in into her life, accepting all the shit and turning them away. She was the cure of who I was and after years of going out we decided to get married before losing our virginities together. We had no proper job so I became a freelance deliveryman…the legality of the contents I was delivering I’m still not sure about, but it did get us the money needed to run to get what we needed to raise our child, Sabrina. Everything was so perfect until a year later, when we were celebrating our anniversary. It was quite foolish of us actually, we got completely wasted at the pub before deciding that I’ll drive us back to our home at the time, my old caravan. One wrong turn and we got hit by some kind of lorry, I could remember the car rolling and by the time we finally stopped rolling Serena…my sweet Serena…was dead by my side.
My life went downwards from there…her bratty sister used the court of law to not only send me to an Asylum, which her expression when the judge declared it clearly told me that she didn’t plan on doing so, but also take Sabrina away from me. I wish I was the one that disappeared for at least she could still be with her mother and remember what she looks like. I rather have Sabrina with Serena and forget about me instead of letting her aunt twist her into thinking her father was a murderer…hell, she probably won’t know me enough to care if I am truly dead. If that is the case then so be it for I have indeed deserved this and hopefully I’ll finally reunite with my beautiful wife for the first time in three years…
Jesus Christ a bright light!!! Is this heaven? Where are the gates? Where is this almighty “Son of God”? Where is my sweet Serena? “Jericho…Jericho…Jericho…” where is that voice coming from? Its definitely not Serena and its nowhere near light enough to be that hooded girl…who the hell is that voice? “Jericho…please don’t die Jericho…” that voice is so familiar…its definitely not deep enough to be Duke and it doesn’t possess a Canadian accent like Rebecca, so who is this voice? It is not Chris, nor it is his wife Judy, could it be my sister…my parents? No, I doubt they’d care. So who the fuck is that voice!?!
“This isn’t how thy story ends…” holy shit now I’m hearing the girl, but I can’t see her…I can’t believe this but now I am totally scared. “When two halves combine you’ll be able change your future…” I felt my heart beat faster and harder with each word the girl said, what could she be talking about!?! “W-Who are you…?” wait, am I talking to her? But my lips haven’t moved, not even a millimetre, is this telepathy or is this an illusion caused by death? “Thy question will not be answered at this time…” she answered me, she actually answered me. “Thy death isn’t nigh for thy end is another time and at that time thou shall already know the answer…” I couldn’t see her but I could feel the little hooded girl. Yet once she finished her words her presence faded away…then some blurry cyan, magenta, yellow and key began to fill in the whiteness.
“Please don’t leave me Jericho!” That voice, I’ve heard those words so clearly has my eyes finally began to open themselves. I see a nurse at the corner of the room looking horrified towards me, I see that I’m in some hospital bed and I could see Sapphire by my side, her head against my chest. Without thinking my right hand weakly moved to her hair and stroked it.
TBS: What is wrong Yashira…?
My voice sounded weak…what actually happened to me? The Japanese girl raised up, her face strangely tearstained, and rather alarmingly she lunged down and hugged me deeply.
Sapphire: Jericho! You were so unresponsive…we all thought you were dead!!!
She actually cared if I died? I knew we are friends but I thought all I’m good for is signing her paychecks. I felt her tears going onto my right shoulder while she said her tones, her voice standing between crying and sorrowful. So my arms slowly wrapped themselves around the Japanese girl, hugging her close to me, has I’ve finally realised that it was her voice I was hearing before the girl spoke.
TBS: Well, I’m not dead, sorry for worrying you…
Nurse: But your vital things were fading!!!
The nurse burst out from the corner, interrupting my comfort of Yashira Maran, while shivering lightly.
Nurse: We were about to call the funeral parlour…you’ll have to stay here for forty-eight hours, until we can guarantee that it’ll be safe for you to leave by your own power.
She sounded so panicked yet at least she managed to calm herself down enough to act professional…but forty-eight hours!?! That’s two days of promos, two days of training and two days of actually getting to Paris that I’ve lost. Yet no matter how much I tried I can’t feel my legs, let alone move them.
Sapphire: Please stay Jericho…I don’t want you to collapse again…
Damn, Sapphire cares for me a lot more than I’ve actually noticed. Even if I wanted to move, without my legs I can’t…so I just weakly nodded my head to her.
TBS: Sure, Yashira, I’ll be a good boy and stay…but the last thing I want is to be alone in this damn building…so stay with me.
Sapphire: Of course I’ll stay with you.
She spoke happily and hugged me even tighter, thank god I’ve been through worse or else I would be desperately begging her to let go so I could damn well breathe. I caught the nurse smiled faintly before she left the room…moments later my stomach grumbled and it seemed to have affected both me and Yashira, with me blushing faintly and her giggling lightly.
Sapphire: I guess its natural feeling hungry after not eating anything in almost twenty-four hours, let alone dodging death, may I get you something to eat?
TBS: Well that is very considerate of you…sure, you may if you wish, has long has you don’t give me child portions.
We both laughed lightly at my words…damn, it hurts to laugh…and we let go of each other before the young beauty exited the room, possibly to get me something to digest on. So now I am alone in this room but there are now two big questions scorched within my mind. One, who is that little girl and what does she mean by “thy end is another time?” While question number two is how can I repay Sapphire for this show of supreme kindness? Maybe a possible third is…does she like me, you know, really like me? Maybe a little nap will do me wonders since I do strangely feel tired…hopefully I’ll feel miles better by the time I’ll leave this building and prepare for the Retribution Rumble. Do I still have a chance? Does this hinder the possibilities of me winning the rumble? Hopefully being number thirty will mean that I’ll be able to rest up a bit more before I finally have to make my entrance…maybe I should take my own advice of “hope for the best and prepare for the worst” has I shut my tired eyes, beginning to take the first peaceful nap of the week.
One Day To Go: I Will Become Anubis
Here I sit in a dark room, somewhere within my house at Los Angeles, by a table. At the other side of this table is a camera recording and the only door to this room, barely open. But what was on this table? Twenty-nine lit candles, with a picture of one of my opponents on each one. By the door is my personal announcer, interviewer and manager Sapphire and she does look a little bit cautious…so I couldn’t help myself in find out what could possibly be bothering her.
TBS: Anything wrong Yashira?
It looked obvious that she was about to shake her head but turned it into a nod.
Sapphire: Are you sure that it is smart to confine yourself within a small room filled with a lot of smoke, last thing I want is for you to suffer any kind of monoxide poisoning…
TBS: You worry too much at times, you know that Yassy? Don’t worry I’ll be fine, if you’re so uncertain then feel free to stay in the room.
I playfully stated her nickname, knowing that it would cause her to giggle whenever I state it. But after hearing the rest of my words she nodded and closed the door, leaving the candles has the only form of light within the room, before moving over to the camera. She pressed the record button and indicated to me that I can begin the promo now.
TBS: A Wiseman once said that blowing out other candles don’t make your flame burn any brighter…but what if your flame is the last one remaining? Then how can it be not be brightest? Tomorrow night thirty souls shall enter the Anubis’ court and twenty-nine hearts shall be thrown to the crocodile while the last one shall be led on into the Promised Land. But who shall be the one heart remaining? Who shall be the last flame standing? Who will be the one entering the Promised Land…will it be you Eric James?
I spoke my words softly but meaningfully has the flames make the candles, and their pictures, easily seen by the camera lens. After asking my last question I picked up the candle that has the picture of whom I mentioned on it, the flame revealing my face to the camera for the first time in this promo.
TBS: Are you happy with the number you’ve drawn Eric James? Or would you rather preferred the number thirty? I could easily tell that you aren’t happy about the number you have received Eric…but you could still do very well Mister James, can’t you? You’ve been on this roster for x amount of weeks and here you are, booked within the main event of Retribution has the first entrant into the “Retribution Rumble.” You weren’t booked into this match by pure accident, no, you’ve earned your spot in this match and unfortunately for you…on that night I will become Anubis and feed your heart to the crocodiles for it is not your time yet, soon it might but not yet.
I spoke my words towards the candle, has if it was really Eric James I was talking to. I knew that he wasn’t happy about drawing number one, evidenced by his rather amusing reaction to the question that the WEW.com lot gave him. But once I finished speaking out my words I blew out the flame and dropped the candle before picking up the candle with Jess Goldberg’s face on it.
TBS: Jesse Goldberg…the daughter of one Bill Goldberg…a proud Latina, yet the biggest thing you’ve done since being here is nearly getting your ass kicked by something that looks like the daughter of Miley Cirus and King Kong. No matter how daft your career here sounds, underestimating you is just like wearing chain mail to an archery battle…completely ridiculous. I’ve seen you beaten many people in the past and you’ll probably beat two-hundred more before calling it a day. But for now you are just like the sixteen other girls in this match, I’ve never fought a lass before but need I hurt you and eliminate you for victory…then so be it.
Again I spoke to the candle like I was speaking to the exact person. If anything, I hold a slight sense of admiration for this woman, considering what footage my trainer showed me of her…but I know better than to let admiration turn into my detriment. Once I finished all of my calmly spoken words I blew out this flame and dropped the before picking up Raphael Fatale’s candle. If it isn’t obvious, I am doing this in a specific order of who is entering the rumble and when.
TBS: Raphael Fatale…a wildcard perhaps? I’ve never got the opportunity to watch him before and, from I understand, he plans to use this match has his return match from some kind of injury. If this is so then I’ll state it right now that I’m sorry Raphael…I’m sorry for ruining your return for it is going to be me who becomes the first ever person to win World Elite Wrestling’s very first “Retribution Rumble,” not you or any other of the twenty-nine that have already drawn their numbers. For fair play I’ll wish you luck Fatale with both your performance and with the injury you’ve just healed from.
I could still feel the weakness in my hands, maybe I ain’t healing has well has I hoped for. I did notice Sapphire feeling concerned about this. So I grinned lightly to reassure her while making sure it fits in with my promo. After treating this candle in the same manner I treated the other two I picked up number four…Stephanie Sanderson, who the hell is she?
TBS: Stephanie Sanderson…S Double? Double S? I kind of feel a little embarrassed in stating that I know next to nothing about you. The three things I know about you are: your name, your gender and your drawn number. I think you can last a while in this match but I’m kind of at no valid liberty to properly state anything for I know absolutely nothing about you. I can’t even guarantee if you’ll get your backside released shortly after the match or not. Maybe I should wish you luck for I guess I won’t for I hold serve doubts that you’ll last past number ten.
Okay…I did sound heavily doubtful of this young lady while my lack of botheration to watching Adrenaline may be the reason why I have no clue on who Sanderson is. But at the end of the day I don’t need to know anything about any of my opponents them, like I no clue on who the fuck Jim Black was at Survive & Conquer. Now I was done talking I disposed of this flame before getting the next one, quickly my mind has discovered that this might be my longest damn promo to date.
TBS: Number five, Roy Speede…does your last name indicate that you’re fast or something? Because I do know that your level of potential is got amazing, so amazing that I could see you becoming Champion before the year is over. But for potential to be truly reached, one must bounce back from a setback of some kind…and I’m more than willing to become your setback Roy. I promise not to hurt your pretty little face, for I know many woman pleading and begging an whining and crying just to kiss it, but another thing I shall promise you is if you survive long enough and work with me then you’ll last quite well…but cross me and I’m not afraid of the consequences of snapping your potential in half.
I love to talk don’t I? Maybe that is what I get for being alone most of the time. But even I’m quite amazed at the different ways I’ve spoken about these five people so far, maybe I could have been a literature teacher…hell no, I’ll get fired for hitting the annoying prat of the class. Anyway…I finished my words, blew out the flame and threw the candle away before grabbing candle number six.
TBS: James Shark…the self-proclaimed naturally black ass, or the baddest nigga here…if I’m not mistaken. If so then sorry about that James…damn…another James, at least this one is on Adrenaline or less we could get “Team James” has Tag team Champions…anyway. I know that you are popular Shark, I also know that you are gifted within the squared circle. But this is a rumble not a basic one fall match, no need for pins or submissions has the only way to eliminate others is to throw them over the very top rope with both their feet touching the floor…and you know what James Shark? Anyone can eliminate anyone has I can end up ending your chance of becoming World Heavyweight Champion.
Did I get his nicknames wrong by any chance? Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, I have no honest clue and I partly don’t care. Even though we do get alone ever since I welcomed him here and he gave me a slight glimmer of hope that I could meet my innocent daughter at least one last time…he is my opponent tomorrow so all this positively can wait until after the match for he could stab my back at anytime and vice versa. Well, now I’m done speaking about him so after disposing that candle I picked up the next one and began to speak up yet again.
TBS: Next up is Jax Keenen, never heard of him neither have I seen him compete before. Should I be afraid of you? I mean, I know just has much about you has I know Stephanie Sanderson…which is quite minute by the way. So the best thing I can say to you Jax is just hope for the best and prepare for the worst for between you and victory is me and what is in between you and I are twenty-two others…can you outlast the twenty-two others? And you conquer the six before you? I heavily doubt you are able to do so Keenen.
Yet again I am quite doubtful towards somebody I haven’t fully heard of…yeah I think I’m quite a bastard at times, but not the end of the world I guess. I wish I could think of something more to say about Jax Keenen but its hard to say much about someone you’ve never heard of before. Well, hopefully he’ll provide more of a challenge then my words make him sound. Now for the next candle.
TBS: Who is the next may I ask? None other than the guy who became the first ever person to win a Royal Rumble, the very match our rumble is based on, from number freaking one…the Heart Break Kid, the Showstopper, Mister Main Event, the Sexy Boy Shawn Michaels…I was impressed back then but now I see you has nothing more than a decrepit old man who is constantly losing a battle against your ego since what it wants is to be in the spotlight once again…even when your back is in no such condition is actually compete. I’m sorry Michael Hickingbottom for I, The broken Saint shall be the one breaking your heart when I win this rumble.
It kind of pains me to say my words for I do enjoy watching Shawn Michaels wrestle but at the same time it hurts me to see him continuing to wrestle while never fully medically cleared. Maybe this match will be good for him for two reasons…one, he gets to have a good payday. And two, it could help him realise that he ain’t at the same pace has everyone else here…I admit it’ll hurt me to ruin his opportunity but nowhere am I letting fandom cost me MY WEW Title shot. Now I’m on my ninth candle, twenty odd candles to go I guess.
TBS: Now to Ariane Chevalier…I think I’ve heard about her…wrestled at many locations while numerous Championship accomplishments and waves of experience. But what is there about you that I should be feeling at all worried about? I never bothered watching you wrestle, I admit, while I honestly consider people like Jesse Goldberg and Eric James has higher threat than you…want to prove so badly? Fine, I welcome your struggle to prove my words wrong but last time I’ve checked the other person I spoke badly of still isn’t proving me wrong, so maybe you should go off to a smaller company to actually build yourself up before taking me on.
I can feel my left hand going colder and colder with each word I speak about Ariane, maybe it’s a bit too brash to get shoot a promo so soon after arriving to this French arena. Could it be possibly that she’s a hometown girl? Maybe, maybe not, I just don’t care if I have to eliminate the hometown hero has long has I win this “Retribution Rumble.” So now onto number ten, probably the male I like the most in this thirty person war.
TBS: Justin Blade, the guy I’ve defeated both at our debuts and the last Animosity…I actually do like this guy a hell of a lot and he can guaran-damn-tee that he’ll have me rooting for him in the Tag Team Title match. But for this rumble we’ll be enemies and no offence Justin, but there is a reason you have not beaten me yet just like you’ve appeared on every pay per view you were available for. So I’ll cheer for you and I’ll wish you the best of luck within the rumble but at the end of the day I want to be the one stands tall, hell, I could love it if we end up the last two of the Retribution Rumble.
Its amusing how my emotions changed from not purely bothered about one Ariane Chevalier to actually quite glad and happy to speak of the Welshman known has Justin Blade. But while I spoke the fingers of my left hand went completely numb…thank god I’m using my right hand in throwing these candles away, after blowing each one out, before picking up the next one.
TBS: Number eleven…Ligeia Cariosus…the girl who have beaten Champion after Champion yet never truly earned a WEW Title shot even though she’s having her second shot before the rumble itself. From what was suppose to be a triumphant return is now just a degrading humiliation and you only have one person to blame Cariosus…me. You got given your shot too soon because I fucked up and you couldn’t handle it and lost…so, in a vain attempt to look big, you stole the World Elite Wrestling Championship. Yet all this did was just make you a very sore loser and the only reason you are in the four way is that you are too STUPID to compute into your thick skull that Jaxson Baxter could do what you couldn’t…win. Yes, you can claim to have helped him all you like but at the end of the day he’s the Champ and you’re just an attention whore. So “Madam Whore,” here’s a question for you, how would it feel to fail twice in the same night to headline Legacy? Feel free to tell me the answer after I won the “Retribution Rumble.”
Okay, why the fuck is Ligeia in this rumble match? Its like stating the obvious that she won’t win the damn World Title! I admit though that she is yet to prove anything truly positive to me, except for its thanks to me that she’ve been given this main event push. But now for the next candle, Kevin Kilbourne…if anyone in this match is a true threat then it would definitely be him.
TBS: Kevin Kilbourne, Twin K, Minister TK…a man who use to be a hardcore legend who’s greatest claim to fame in this company is a failed tag team with the big blunder in wrestling history. I know you can do it again Kev, I know that you can win gold again Kevin…people can claim all they like about how “past your peak” you are but truth be told right now, I consider you has the biggest threat I have in this rumble. Its opportunity’s equivalent of suicide for one to not take you seriously Kevin. This is a new you like I am a new me, could you win the rumble? Only an idiot would deny the obvious possibility but then again I’ve never been smart, we’ve never fought before but it doesn’t matter for I shall win this rumble and obtain my retribution at Legacy.
This veteran is indeed one to, under no circumstances, take lightly. Buts its getting quite awkward to continue this promo while feeling the feelings in my left hand slowly disappearing, luckily I didn’t show any of this to Sapphire while continuing on with the promo…this time with candle number thirteen.
TBS: Next we have a former Scarlett Champion, a girl who claims craziness…a kidnapper. Kidnapping someone’s child is beyond wrong and right, it is completely unforgivable and I plan on being the one giving you that karma of bad things happen to bad people. Isis De La Cruz…hope for the best and prepare for the worst for Lya was my saviour and I am for one have no problem helping her obtain vengeance over you. You’re not worried yet little Cruz? Not worried about your health? Your career? Your life? Good, I much prefer my victims ever so brave over those who beg for mercy.
Wow, my emotions almost completely set itself loose when I spoke about Isis…maybe I like Lya a lot more then I’m giving it credit for. Maybe its just my old fatherly side of me is just kicking in again. Well, next stop number fourteen…I am quickly regretting this promo idea.
TBS: Moxie, Moxie, Moxie…I’ve heard of you and I’m sure you’ve heard and seen what I can do but before you good off and claim an advantage over that factor, let me remind you of something. Let me remind you of who the fuck I am…I was a man who lost EVERYTHING! I lost love, I lost fatherhood, I’ve lost my mind…now I am here a shell, a shadow, a Broken Saint. Prepare yourself ever so much Moxie for I plan on infecting you with “Las Pragas” and watch with glee has you suffer so painfully.
Er…maybe my emotions were still hanging around has I spoke my words about Moxie. I could even see Yashira looking slightly worried. But without wasting anymore seconds on consideration I threw this candle away and picked the next one before beginning to speak to the hot wax again.
TBS: Eliza Gray, a two time FORMER Scarlett Champion, an done of the many females that weirdly follow me on twitter. You claimed a short while back that you will be the one to win this rumble while, even further back, you claimed to become a three time Scarlett Champion. Yet what I see in this claims are just smoke and mirrors, why is that? I’ll answer. Because throughout these claims I sense the faintest surge of paranoia within your subconscious with each little, meaningful, words. There is a reason why the pen is mightier than the sword, the reason is that swords can only wound…pens write words that reveal everything…if you want to win then bring everything you’ve got for I am not one for holding back when it matters the most.
Luckily for me my emotions calmed themselves down in time for Eliza Gray, I hold nout against her and she is probably one of the nicest people around backstage…but tomorrow she’s my opposition, I should be focused, not mister friendly. So now to talk about entrant number sixteen.
TBS: Now who’s next? Oh, little miss Fizz. A British lass married to a German who’s three packet of crisps away from being a sumo wrestler. Being a nobody has advantages for I know many things…like I know that you’ve got twins with your ex James Toseland, who kicked to the curb by the way, and could possibly be pregnant has we speak…I actually don’t want to hurt you…I don’t think I could handle the grief of accidentally causing a miscarriage. So little miss Fizz, please do me and yourself a favour…please don’t fight me, I don’t want to be the cause of a child’s life ending before it could even began.
I was extremely reluctant to say my words for has a parent who lost his child, I won’t ever want anybody else suffer the same fate. But what was said needed to be said has I have finally made my way into the second half of the adversaries. Now go try to finish number seventeen before all feelings in my left hand fade away.
TBS: Xavier Watts, I’m The Broken Saint, its nice to meet you at last. Funny how we never battled each other nor have we even bumped into each other backstage…I’m probably looking at stupidity when I ask this but…why haven’t we met yet? I’m sure Lya won’t mind us saying hello to each other once in a while. After all, we both do like her even though she is most likely have no intention of going any further than friends…I for one will accept it for I care enough to push my wants aside for the happiness of someone so special. So I’ll do beautiful Lya a favour and not hurt you too much and eliminate you quickly Xavier.
Knowing that the numbness of my left hand is alarmingly coming closer and closer I’ve chosen to ditch the candle straight away and started with another candle.
TBS: Dakota Smith…another Adrenaline person I’ve never watch, I nothing against you chap but at the end of the long hard day I need this victory more than you ever know. Could you outlast the eleven between us? Possibly. Can you outfight the seventeen before you? Maybe. But can you be the construction team that ends my straight and narrow road to self-redemption? No, the answer is just simply no you can’t. Want to prove me wrong? Feel free to fight me then for I do enjoy a good challenge here and there, maybe you can get lucky but maybe you can’t I’ll still enjoy the challenge.
Without even sparing my thoughts anymore time I chucked the candle, hearing it smacking against the wall while I held up the next one.
TBS: Next up number nineteen Lintu Ciel…I’m sure she’s a girl, right? Sorry if I get it wrong lass, I can’t honestly tell by your name what gender you may or may not be. But it may not matter because, with being number thirty, there is always the possibility of you failing to last long enough to at least see me enter the ring. I seriously doubt that the French crowd would willingly cheer a proud Englishman but need I need take you out to show how little I care for their negativity…then so be it. You want to hate me for my words, feel free, I don’t care.
Indeed I don’t care if this lass dislike my certain words for I am trying to rush my promo, to save my arm from possibly going out before the footage ends. Yashira seem to have finally noticed my reason and was about to speak but didn’t when I spoke up again against a different candle.
TBS: So who will be the one who ends the second third of entrants? None other then one Double-J Goldberg…by any chance are you a relative of one “Jesse Goldberg?” I know that she has at least two allies entering this rumble but could one of these Latinas possibly be you? If so I wish you luck in not only faring well but also in the possibility of Jesse lasting long enough to protect from all the horrible people that could prey on you and use you has an example of how mighty they think they are. Don’t relay on me for help since this match is every person for themself.
That’s it, my left hand has become completely numb and now my wrist is beginning to go cold…
TBS: Purgatory…isn’t that some kind of sad situation? Probably that is why you named yourself that…because you’re either sad or you just so full of sin that you’re constantly suffering until you are deemed by your god to be sinless? I don’t know and I equally don’t give a single damn thing about it. You have your problems and I have mine, nether of us can truly help the other…I wish I know why but I don’t. all I do know is that I will be the one who wins in his WEW pay per view debut, not you.
I spoke these words to the next candle, I’ve picked up, has my wrist has suddenly became numb so quickly.
TBS: The next entrant is one called Brooklyn Cruz, a possibly sweet girl who looks alright. But I cannot afford to be a nice person throughout this match, no matter how sweet you could possibly be. So I shouldn’t hold any regret for what acts I may or may not need to commit for victory. I wish you look Brooklyn and hopefully we’ll meet each other in a more friendly environment at another time but all I can say for you right now are just these words…hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
Maybe I’m rushing this…but I have no choice, I’m losing my arm and I can sense that Yashira is forcing herself to stay still while I pick up another candle.
TBS: Next up one Ryan Jackson, a former Champion of some kind…I honestly don’t know what he held for, like I said early on in this promo, I don’t actually watch Adrenaline. So what is the true threat in you lad? What is the true threat? Yes you’ve won and lost a Championship, but the word “lost” is the keyword of that statement has you are already use to the feeling of losing…so don’t hold any grudges when you lose to me at the main event of Retribution.
Shit! My wrist is gone and my elbow has completely blanked into numbness…maybe I should cut this promo short…
TBS: At last a male Animosity superstar…what is his name again…now I remember Cody Taylor. A chap so popular and potentially god that he leads the fan made poll of who is the most underrated member of the entire World Elite Wrestling. Got nothing against you and I do wish you luck for you could end up being a complete dark horse if taken ever so lightly…can you win, will you win, will you succeed at Legacy?
That’s it…my entire left arm, discounting the shoulder, has gone numb. So my shoulder threw my left arm across the table, taking out all the other flames, while keeping hold of the Cody Taylor candle I held earlier. Luckily this flame was close enough to reveal my facial expression to the camera has I gave air to my last words.
TBS: You know what? Screw this, why should I worry about twenty-nine others? Why should I be partly relaxed because of my luck number? Why should I give a shit about whoever I’m fighting? I will tell all twenty-nine of you why…because this Retribution Rumble might very well be MY LAST SHOT at finally getting a WEW Championship match. All the others can move on if they lose, I can’t. I have to fight with EVERYTHING I have for there is nothing else left for my path of self-redemption. None of you know how it feel to lose one spouse and one child through death and legal kidnapping respectively. I’ll never get to hug my beautiful Serena again and I’ll never be able to hear my little Sabrina call me “daddy” again. I have nothing, yeah I get paid for this shit and sweet Lya gave me three places to call home…but none of it matters…AT ALL! I need this win more than any of you twenty-nine could ever know and I will kill myself before I dare suffer defeat to any of you. I’m The New “Las Pragas” Broken Saint…BREAK ME! I Don’t Care…
Once my last few words left my lips I blew out the last flame, shutting the room in complete darkness. Luckily Yashira found the stop button before switching the lights on. What did she do straight afterwards? She called a fucking doctor, I guess it ain’t a bad thing to have one person caring about your health. Will my left hand prevent me from victory? I hope not for this is literally all or nothing for me…in and out of the ring…[/center]