Broken Saint vs Chance Rugani II

[MasterEvil]

TBS: In a world of second chances…what happens when you’ve blown both chances?

Those were the words that I’ve spoken as the camera, in front of me, began recording me and the location that we’re in. What is this location? A waiting room in a hospital…my plans are, after shooting this promo, I’ll pay a visit to Yashira. Its only two or three odd weeks since I helplessly watched as Flame burned her alive yet my adorable announcer has already regained consciousness, quite impressive I must admit. But tomorrow night I main event Animosity once again when I battle against Chance Rugani, the current WEW Champion and the guy who once classed me as a rival. Its kind of amusing to wear we are now, he lost to Chris McKenzie last week and now is defending the title at the next pay-per-view, Third Degree Burns, against him…while I, a guy who haven’t truly won a match since coming back from burn injuries, drew last week’s main event against Sean Williams just to be in a triple threat match, at the next pay-per-view, against the current Universal Champion Vantage. Do I have a chance against Chance? Probably not but its amusing that I’ve main evented more Animosities after my injury than I did before I got burned alive. A small chuckle escaped my lips a few seconds before I began to truly speak in this promo.

TBS: Last week I failed to defeat a guy who is simply not good enough to wrestle at a pay-per-view, like I’ve failed to win a match since returning to Animosity, but tomorrow I’ll be main eventing back-to-back Animosities against Chance Rugani…the WEW Champion…the longest reigning Champion…the man that hand himself chances. I don’t understand why sheep “baa” for a shepherd that hands himself stuff instead of earning them. But maybe that is how he think Animosity should be ran, since at what point during this year that Animosity had a number one contendership match for a shot at the WEW Title? Every other Title on this roster had contendership matches but for some, unexplained reason, people ask and receive shots at the tope Championship instead of doing something worthwhile. Should I claim a conspiracy? Should I claim that, behind the scenes, Chance Rugani handpicks his contenders? Maybe I could, but I have no reason to since at the end of the day, I have my own Championship picture to care about more. Could defeating Chance give me a future Title shot, considering that both Chris McKenzie and Brain James simply got one lucky win and are instant contenders? I doubt it…they’d prefer to be classed as inconsistent in their booking than let an Englishman, whose claims have yet to be proven wrong, hold their precious Championship belt…

Did I moan? Did I complain? Or did I nail the it on the head once again like I did in that night I stated that Sophie Oliveira’s WEW Championship reign is a farce? People can criticise me and my thoughts all they like but in the end of the day they can either accept it…or just bugger off some other federation, why should I give a shit if only one person complains about me? Even though people will want to deny that the current Champion is basically somebody who doesn’t earn anything…my words were simply what I think after observing the WEW Title scene since early on in the year. Another light chuckle left my lips after I finished saying what I just said…my right hand pulling out a piece of paper from one of my back pockets while I chuckled lightly. I then unfolded the paper and revealed its contents to the camera lens…a picture of me holding my baby Sabrina.

TBS: While Rugani can simply hand out chances to whomever he wants, I have to live with the fact that I’m the reason why I’ve lost all my chances. I killed my wife through drunk driving, I lost my only child through the aftermath and now my dear Sapphire is in hospital recovering from burns and miscarriage…because I couldn’t save her. Maybe I’m just a tragedy trying to run from who I am but at least I don’t need a Championship to get myself over. I don’t need pitiful competition to get myself over. And I don’t need a pointless fifty foot dive to get myself over. Maybe I should tell you this Rugani…tell you something that I lacked the guts to say before I lost everything again…you can pretend to be a nice guy, you can pretend to be a considerate guy…but I. Utterly. Hate. You. I hate the stupid shirts that the kids wear every week. I hate the stupid replica Title belts with your name on it. I hate those stupid posters that your always on the cover for. I hate all the minutes that people have to wait just to get your signature. I hate how you’re the law of this show and how only your escort Oliveira can possess the spotlight when you don’t have it. I hate the Rugani chants. I hate every smile that you make. I hate those sheep that cheer you after originally booing you. I hate all those damn Chance Rugani signs. I hate every single day that you’ve been WEW Champion for. I just simply hate you with EVERYTHING that remains within me.

Very word was volcanically angry yet ice cold at the same time. The corner of my eye noticing that some other people in the waiting room were giving me intimidated looks as, one-by-one, they all moved towards the furthest corner away from me. Let them cower, I don’t care…if any of them are proper wrestling fans then they wouldn’t jump to Rugani so damn quickly. At the very moment the word ‘hate’ escaped my English born lips I began to rip the picture up, ripping it more and more and more at each ‘hate’ that further depart my lips, before simply letting the destroyed picture flutter down to the floor in its thousands while taking a deep breath.

TBS: And tomorrow I get to exhale my anger onto you Chance. You’re the man of self-rewarded chances while I’m simply chanceless, I had my chances and lost them both. Yet nobody really cares…nobody said the words “hope Sapphire gets well soon.” Nobody in the back came to comfort either of us when she suffered a miscarriage. No member of the audience, the very people who claim to be my dear fans, even both to send an e-mail in an attempt to make me feel better…instead they all jumped onto the Rugani bandwagon because he defeated an over-glorified curtain jerker. Hah…ha-ha, I’ve just noticed something so fucking obvious that I feel so fucking stupid that I haven’t realised it until just now…you’ve tried so hard to be more than just a CM Punk rip-off but instead you have just made yourself into WEW’s New York Yankees, WEW’s Lionel Messi, WEW’s John Cena. You’re everything to Animosity, you’re the guy with the movie star looks and the preference of the WEW board…you’re the guy that people want the roster to look up too…you’re the guy who those innocent children want to succeed, hell, I can bet that one of the children in that very front row has been given a birthday present of a ticket just to see his hero Chance Rugani stand on top of the world. Solely relying on his hero to succeed and fill that innocent kid with hope of one day accomplishing his dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Tomorrow night I am going to rip those dreams out of that child, I’ll feed on that innocence and crush his hope by forcing that kid to see his dear hero suffer…

I spoke more coldly as my frustrations might begin to show in my facial expression. I did miss those days of emotional control but thanks to Flame I’ve lost my reason to stay in control. I could just smell the fear in the aura of those others…what a sweet smell for my once burnt nostrils. Once I finished speaking my words a young child began to slowly approach me, a poster in one hand and a pen in the other, possibly wanting an autograph of mine…but at the moment I saw that it was a Rugani poster and it was a Rugani t-shirt that the little spurt was wearing I grabbed the poster and was about to rip it in half…but I managed to stop myself in time and instead wrote my signature onto it before ushering the child away. Why didn’t I rip up the poster up? Because at the moment I saw the child’s eyes I’ve realised what I’m slowly becoming, someone I hate the most…so luckily I managed to regain barely enough control to not cause the kid to cry.

TBS: That is just tomorrow though, Rugani, until then I should be in a better mood for I’ll be able to meet up with Sapphire for the first time in quite a while. I don’t think that my precious gem would appreciate me being so cruel in this hospital. That reminds me…how happy are you with Sophie? How valuable is Oliveira to you? What would you willingly sacrifice for a vixen like her? What would you willingly do just to have her in your arms for the first time in a while? Why am I asking this? I’ll let you figure that out yourself Chance, for meanwhile I will beat you Chance. Yes I know you want to bounce back from getting your ass kicked by somebody who just joined last month…but I need this victory a hell of a lot more than what you could have possibly imagined. It has nearly been a third of a year since I last, properly, won a match…I badly need this win for everything I’m worth. You’re a Champion Rugani, you can simply bounce back against your next handpicked opponent but what about me? What is next for me? I’ve got nothing. No hope, no dream, no peace…I’ve got nothing left. I am your opponent tomorrow night Chance and everyone expects me just to lose without any fight…so what is in it for me? Momentum? What is that worth when, in the end, I can’t win when it truly matter? Future contention? I doubt it, after all no one will ever consider me as a Champion. I’ve lost more times than I’ve won and the only people I’ve cleanly beaten are not even here anymore. So why believe in me? Most of the people who were suppose to be my fans have already jumped to the “Kiss Rugani’s Ass” club. But so what? Fuck them all…

I tried to move myself away from an angry mood but all this seem to do is throw me into an abyssal mood full of doubt and lack of confidence…maybe there is a reason why I’ve never truly won a match since coming back from injury. Hell, people probably cared more when I was injured than when I tried to do everything in my power to keep the fans entertained. Maybe I should just take a holiday after this matchup…but no, I want to stay. Last time I took a holiday I ended up gravely missing Animosity and the reaction the people would give whenever I do something. From the corner of my eye I saw that those people were feeling scared towards me but I couldn’t honestly give a damn and began to put an end to my promo.

TBS: They got nothing to do with us Rugani. All they can do is cheer, boo and be shocked for altogether this is just me versus you. I don’t want your Title Chance, since I know that I’ll never get an opportunity here, and for hell I don’t want some Chris McKenzie giving you an excuse to fall back on when I kick your ass tomorrow. What I want to just to fight you Chance Rugani…to injure you Chance Rugani…to maim you. Does this make me sick? I don’t think so…I’m just a desperate man and you know what some say about desperate men? “A desperate man is a dangerous man.” But overall tomorrow night could be recognised for many reasons…Sophie could recognise it for the night that her dear boyfriend suffers his worst beating, the fans could recognise it for the night that the Saint snaps, both you and Chris McKenzie could recognise it as the night that your career is OVER but for me…this night shall be recognised as the Rechristening of The Broken Saint…

Moments after saying my last few words I reached over to the camera in front of me and pressed the off button, ending this recording, before packing the handy-cam up. Afterward I bent down and pulled out a bouquet of roses, red like Yashira loves them, before standing up and walking off to Sapphire’s room…my ears barely hearing the sighs of those worried people I left behind.

TAG; Darius
WORDS; Don't Know
OUTFIT; Saintly
NOTES; I normally would not even go on the internet during my birthday, but I don't want to no-show against Darius
CREDITS; FlawlessGFX Exclusive for BROKEN SAINT
LYRICS; “Just Close Your Eyes” by Waterproof Blonde