Post by MasterEvil on Nov 11, 2012 10:38:43 GMT
TBS: WHY ME!?!
I shouted as my right fist smacked against the wall. Tonight, on Animosity, I battle somebody known as WSG for a shot at Vantage’s Universal Championship…but this match is the last thing on my mind…the imagery I saw last Sunday is all that roams my minds. Whenever I open the fridge I could smell flesh burning, whenever I get dressed I could hear Yashira screaming for help and when I just entered this arena…I could hear the doctor’s words…“I’m sorry but we’ve lost the child.” Those words ate me up inside, I am barely able to hold in my tears at this very moment and I planned to shoot a promo against this guy before it’s too late…but what do I know about him? All I practically heard about him is that he hasn’t been booked in a pay-per-view yet. But who am I kidding, I can’t remain focus on this guy…all I can think about is Yashira being burned alive all because of me, it was all my fault. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t have been involved, she wouldn’t have been pregnant and she wouldn’t have suffered a fiery miscarriage. But for now I must hold back whatever guilt I have and at least record a promo against this WSG…so my right hand, knuckles reddened by the impact of the wall, reached over to the camera on a construction crate nearby and turned it so the lens would face me before pressing record.
TBS: I fought for my pride, my dignity and milady…and I failed them all. I lost that TLC match against Flame, he set me on fire and pinned me back-to-back…yet none of those were nothing to what he’s done to Sapphire. Its rare for people their dreams but twice I was close…all I ever wanted was a family to call my own…and twice I’ve lost them. Serena died in a car crash while Sapphire has been burned alive…Sabrina was legally stole from me while all hopes I had of having a children was gone in that blaze. I lost EVERYTHING that meant SOMETHING to ME four years ago and throughout the pass seven days I have relived every single moment of it. What’s the point in having a heart if all it does is break? That is why I am The Broken Saint. Once again Jericho Agbonlahor cause the end of everything that matters…maybe being The Broken Saint is a mask, a mask to not only conceal my emotions but also to protect me from an emotional overload. The first Animosity after Beach Brawl and I’ve been booked in a number one contendership match against WSG…I win and I’m the number one contender to the Universal Championship, that is currently held by someone I’ve got three separate victories over…and to top it all off I’m main eventing this Animosity like I main evented the Animosity after Crossroads. Twice I main event Animosity in the same number of months while the Universal Championship contender shall be decided this time round. While “Jericho Agbonlahor” is suffering another broken heart “The Broken Saint” shall show up in a matter of minutes to fight you WSG…
I wish that all of my focus was into this promo but I kept facing the wall, glaring my eyes into the essence of this piece of building, for every time I glanced over to the camera I could remember the last smile Yashira gave me. I shouted out a few of my words with true passion as both my fists rest against the wall, banging it lightly after each sentence that leaves my sinful lips. Sinful may be a powerful word but it was because of me that Sapphire got hurt and is currently in a hospital bed…so sinful is the correct word to describe myself with.
TBS: But who are you WSG? And why have you been unable to get a pay-per-view match? Maybe the reason for this could have been poor booking, like you outrageously suggest whenever possible…but perhaps there is simply another reason for you being ignored? Maybe it’s the same reason why you haven’t main evented Animosity until now…a very simple explanation could do for your case WSG…you, simply, have not been GOOD enough for a pay-per-view match. I could possibly now state something positive about you Sean William, if I got your name right, but I know nothing positive about you…and perhaps it’s because you are nothing more than a spec, a piece of dirt that everyone simply walks over while getting from point A to point B. A possible example could be when we end tonight’s Animosity…my point A is the aftermath of losing everything important in my life and, after beating you Sean, my point B shall be when the ring announcer declares me as the new Universal Champion. Maybe reliving my darkest days is message from god, a message that I am possibly destined to great things…perhaps miracles only happen to does in desolation? Perhaps true joy appears before those who suffer the gloomiest depression? Perhaps the Holy Grail is only seen to though class as blind? Whatever the answer you shall rise, WSG, and I shall knock you back down to the obscurity that you’ve come from…a man would probably show compassion and regret as he makes another man suffers but twice I’ve tried and twice I’ve failed to be man…so I am a man no more. So the mask is no mask anymore. The mask infests the corpse and standing before you was once a mask used for emotional protection…but now “The Broken Saint” is the REAL ME while “Jericho Agbonlahor” is the mask.
I wonder…what does the letters WSG mean? World Shittest Gangster? Doubt it…but I don’t care, with every line my lungs traded air for I could easily remember the fumes of fire…the smell of your own flesh burning and the memory of what I went through while picturing Yashira in a similar, more comatose, state…a tear almost escaped my left eye but luckily the camera is on my right, so that it doesn’t see that factor, while I spoke the rest of my words about how who I was being just a mask. God knows that I dearly wish for this to be true…
TBS: That is the Naked Truth unravelling before all of you and while I don’t know much about you WSG, or Sean Williams, you will be nothing more than a hurdle for me to leap over on a path to forgiveness. I’m The Broken Saint…Break Me, I Don’t Care…
I softly muttered out my words and reached my right hand over to the camera before pressing the stop button. Thank goodness the promo is over as that tear moved down my left cheek and dropped down onto the floor. So I’ve decided to head off to my locker room where I’d have a last minute shower and face painting session before my match against WSG…can I somehow remain focused on my match? When I closed my eyes I could hear Yashira screaming in fear…I hope I somehow do it…
I shouted as my right fist smacked against the wall. Tonight, on Animosity, I battle somebody known as WSG for a shot at Vantage’s Universal Championship…but this match is the last thing on my mind…the imagery I saw last Sunday is all that roams my minds. Whenever I open the fridge I could smell flesh burning, whenever I get dressed I could hear Yashira screaming for help and when I just entered this arena…I could hear the doctor’s words…“I’m sorry but we’ve lost the child.” Those words ate me up inside, I am barely able to hold in my tears at this very moment and I planned to shoot a promo against this guy before it’s too late…but what do I know about him? All I practically heard about him is that he hasn’t been booked in a pay-per-view yet. But who am I kidding, I can’t remain focus on this guy…all I can think about is Yashira being burned alive all because of me, it was all my fault. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t have been involved, she wouldn’t have been pregnant and she wouldn’t have suffered a fiery miscarriage. But for now I must hold back whatever guilt I have and at least record a promo against this WSG…so my right hand, knuckles reddened by the impact of the wall, reached over to the camera on a construction crate nearby and turned it so the lens would face me before pressing record.
TBS: I fought for my pride, my dignity and milady…and I failed them all. I lost that TLC match against Flame, he set me on fire and pinned me back-to-back…yet none of those were nothing to what he’s done to Sapphire. Its rare for people their dreams but twice I was close…all I ever wanted was a family to call my own…and twice I’ve lost them. Serena died in a car crash while Sapphire has been burned alive…Sabrina was legally stole from me while all hopes I had of having a children was gone in that blaze. I lost EVERYTHING that meant SOMETHING to ME four years ago and throughout the pass seven days I have relived every single moment of it. What’s the point in having a heart if all it does is break? That is why I am The Broken Saint. Once again Jericho Agbonlahor cause the end of everything that matters…maybe being The Broken Saint is a mask, a mask to not only conceal my emotions but also to protect me from an emotional overload. The first Animosity after Beach Brawl and I’ve been booked in a number one contendership match against WSG…I win and I’m the number one contender to the Universal Championship, that is currently held by someone I’ve got three separate victories over…and to top it all off I’m main eventing this Animosity like I main evented the Animosity after Crossroads. Twice I main event Animosity in the same number of months while the Universal Championship contender shall be decided this time round. While “Jericho Agbonlahor” is suffering another broken heart “The Broken Saint” shall show up in a matter of minutes to fight you WSG…
I wish that all of my focus was into this promo but I kept facing the wall, glaring my eyes into the essence of this piece of building, for every time I glanced over to the camera I could remember the last smile Yashira gave me. I shouted out a few of my words with true passion as both my fists rest against the wall, banging it lightly after each sentence that leaves my sinful lips. Sinful may be a powerful word but it was because of me that Sapphire got hurt and is currently in a hospital bed…so sinful is the correct word to describe myself with.
TBS: But who are you WSG? And why have you been unable to get a pay-per-view match? Maybe the reason for this could have been poor booking, like you outrageously suggest whenever possible…but perhaps there is simply another reason for you being ignored? Maybe it’s the same reason why you haven’t main evented Animosity until now…a very simple explanation could do for your case WSG…you, simply, have not been GOOD enough for a pay-per-view match. I could possibly now state something positive about you Sean William, if I got your name right, but I know nothing positive about you…and perhaps it’s because you are nothing more than a spec, a piece of dirt that everyone simply walks over while getting from point A to point B. A possible example could be when we end tonight’s Animosity…my point A is the aftermath of losing everything important in my life and, after beating you Sean, my point B shall be when the ring announcer declares me as the new Universal Champion. Maybe reliving my darkest days is message from god, a message that I am possibly destined to great things…perhaps miracles only happen to does in desolation? Perhaps true joy appears before those who suffer the gloomiest depression? Perhaps the Holy Grail is only seen to though class as blind? Whatever the answer you shall rise, WSG, and I shall knock you back down to the obscurity that you’ve come from…a man would probably show compassion and regret as he makes another man suffers but twice I’ve tried and twice I’ve failed to be man…so I am a man no more. So the mask is no mask anymore. The mask infests the corpse and standing before you was once a mask used for emotional protection…but now “The Broken Saint” is the REAL ME while “Jericho Agbonlahor” is the mask.
I wonder…what does the letters WSG mean? World Shittest Gangster? Doubt it…but I don’t care, with every line my lungs traded air for I could easily remember the fumes of fire…the smell of your own flesh burning and the memory of what I went through while picturing Yashira in a similar, more comatose, state…a tear almost escaped my left eye but luckily the camera is on my right, so that it doesn’t see that factor, while I spoke the rest of my words about how who I was being just a mask. God knows that I dearly wish for this to be true…
TBS: That is the Naked Truth unravelling before all of you and while I don’t know much about you WSG, or Sean Williams, you will be nothing more than a hurdle for me to leap over on a path to forgiveness. I’m The Broken Saint…Break Me, I Don’t Care…
I softly muttered out my words and reached my right hand over to the camera before pressing the stop button. Thank goodness the promo is over as that tear moved down my left cheek and dropped down onto the floor. So I’ve decided to head off to my locker room where I’d have a last minute shower and face painting session before my match against WSG…can I somehow remain focused on my match? When I closed my eyes I could hear Yashira screaming in fear…I hope I somehow do it…