Post by MasterEvil on Aug 10, 2013 18:47:20 GMT
Scene One: Loser
Date: 1st August 2013
Rehabilitation…never thought I would ever need to go through that process for a third time, the first time was part of the deal when Chris paid for me to leave the asylum and become his trainee while the second time was when Shane set me on fire. Yet for the past few months I obediently went through it and after seeing the faces of all those in Hawaii, after I made my return at Legacy, I can securely say that all I’ve put myself through has been completely worth it. The blood pressuring through my body, the adrenaline surging through my veins and the sound of people chanting my name…I missed it so much. But with every return there must be a return match and what a return match I have. I get to team up with the current briefcase holder Jason Church, the double Champion Chance Rugani and his underling Dexter Black. Will I win? Will I lose? Did I come back too soon? Or was eight months too long? I know that I’m going to be rusty, since eight months is quite a long time but my comeback had to start sooner or later.
The location is none other than inside my home of Los Angeles. Lya was very sweet in buying me three houses but I sold the other two since I only ever needed one place to call my own. But where in my house am I? In the gallery room, working on another painting of mine…if only Yashira was here to see it. After emitting a light sigh I securely placed a webcam on top of the canvas I’m painting on and managed to switch it on before showing it a rather laidback grin as the device began to record me. So now my first promo, in eight months, has just begun.
TBS: Do not attempt to adjust your see for your television isn’t broken and I, The Broken Saint, have officially returned to the land of Animosity. I will admit a lot of things have changed throughout the eight months I’ve been missing yet, at the same time, I keep getting the irritating feeling that nothing has changed at all. Why is that? Because Chance Rugani is still the dick he always has been and he is the current WEW Champion while the bitch known as Sophie Oliveira is the Starlet Champion…isn’t it somewhat funny that while the show seem to have evolved, those two hasn’t changed at all? Sure they got themselves a group called The New Regime but the main purpose of that entire group is to make sure that Chance doesn’t lose the WEW Championship.
Perhaps that is why I can’t take any of them too seriously, especially that dope Chris McKenzie. Yet I need to force myself to as, just like last time, my first match back is the main event of Animosity yet this time it is in a tag team match where I have to team up with some Jason Church against the likes of Dexter Black and the WEW, and Universal, Champion Chance Rugani. Heh, I attacked the guy after his match and point at the WEW Championship, now I’m immediately in the main event…why didn’t I just do that early last year?
A light chuckle escaped my lips after I uttered my joke, easily remembering my dismissal of an attempt to get a shot at that Championship back when Sophie Oliveira was the Champion. Yet that was then, this is now and managed to perfectly split my attention between this promo and my painting as I spoke out each one of my words. After finishing them I gently placed my brush down, deciding to fully dedicate my attention to shooting my returning promo, and moved my eyes so their gaze would be focused on the webcam.
TBS: But I guess some things can change like how Chance has finally gotten along with daddy Lucifer even though he never needed him in the first place. But hey I’m not complaining since I get to kick your ass in my return match. Sure it is just a tag team match and you probably have a million excuses planned for when you lose. But at the end of the night I will be the one with my hands raised in victory while you shall be the one who’ll have to grimace at the fact that I am no longer the idiot that lost to you so long ago but instead I have improved, I am now better than what I was before and I am going to be the guy who’ll bring death to your reign as the WEW Champion. And unlike Jaxson Baxter, Chris McKenzie and Adam Banz…it ain’t going to be a few weeks hold until you take it back, no…when I take the WEW Championship away from you, it’ll stay away from you.
But why am I looking so far ahead when I have you next Monday? Sure it is just a tag team match and I’ve never once been away to pin you or make you submit. But sometimes the greatest of plans are the ones thought up by madmen and ever since I attacked you at Legacy people have been mixed between being delighted about me coming back and calling me crazy for immediately going after you Chance. But creativity is born from madness and if I’m as mad as everyone is thinking then you have every reason to be shitting yourself right now Rugani. Creativity and madness is what I have, creativity and madness is what I am…and it’ll be my creative madness that will knock you out.
I wonder…is it natural to constantly move your hands while talking? Perhaps I am just like my science teacher since my hands started to move about as I spoke, giving an image to the words that I am saying. Maybe I am mad, maybe I ain’t…either way my eyes didn’t move their attention away from the camera as I said my very words. Yet after these words I moved out of this sitting position, onto my knees and crawled pass the camera only to come back with something in my hand. Without a moment to wonder I held the object out…what is this object? A small canvas with nothing other than the word ‘loser’ painted on it in red. After a couple of silent seconds a sly grin began to etch itself across my face.
TBS: When you look at me, Chance, is this the word that comes to your mind? You always thought that I was a loser that should never be in the same ring as you. From back when I interrupted your celebration for the first time and even when I was recovering from losing my unborn child. In your eyes everyone’s a loser while you and anybody associated with you is a winner, almost like an unofficial hierarchy, but guess what? Enough is enough and it’s time for a change. I don’t mean simply coming in, looking good and settle with scrapes…no. This ‘loser’ is going to turn it all around because, this Monday, I’m going to beat you down, pin you one two three and raise my hands in glory as, from that day forwards, the whole world will know that the end of your time is neigh and my time is fast approaching.
So what are you going to do Chance? Are you going to stand and fight like the Mister WEW you claim to be? Or are you just going to hide behind Dexter Black like the wuss you really are? I really hope you choose the former because I want to beat you myself, screw Jason Church, I want you and nobody else in this match. You were upset about me attacking you after your match…that is nothing but a pinch compared to what I have in store for you dear fool. You’re so use to looking down on everybody like they’re losers but at the main event of Animosity, in my first match since October, you are going to be the one who leaves as the loser and, unlike the times against Adam Banz and Brian James, you will not have an excuse to hide your defeat behind.
My grin quickly faded away as those words left my lips as naturally was a stream flowing out from a river. While my words sounded dreadfully serious, I did used my hands to make air quotes for the word ‘loser’ as I declared that I would ‘turn it all around.’ After finishing my words my right hand moved and picked the paintbrush back up before dipping it into a different colour before continuing on with my painting. The paint has dried so it makes sense to put a new colour over it, since I didn’t want these two colours to mix up yet. Could painting really be my method of calmness? I’m not fully sure. Perhaps I’m just an artistic individual, hell that’ll probably explain why I paint, write poems and play a tune on my guitar…wait a second, why is that webcam still there? Maybe I should turn it off since my promo is o…ver………shit I forgot about Dexter! Almost like a maniac I burst out laughing, the lack of visual reason possibly making me look more like a maniac, before looking back up towards the recording device.
TBS: Sorry kiddo but it seems that I’ve almost forgotten completely about you Dexter. Though you can’t blame me much since my, well…to be honest, heart attack happened before you even signed the dotted line and, to be perfectly honest, I never fully noticed much special about you. Oh sure you won a shot at the Television Championship but who did you exactly beat for that shot? And did you actually win the belt off Trish Newborn? While I don’t know the answer to the former, the answer to the latter is a big, fat, no. You call yourself ‘The Rising Star’ but what have you done since losing to Trish twice in the same seven days? Oh wait a second…you have won a couple of matches here and there but what have you done that is relevant. Oh wait, let me rephrase that, what have you done that is relevant in a good way?
You’re practically the catalyst of The New Regime’s worries about Chris McKenzie, especially when he might have considered kicking your head off at Legacy. You’ve also backed away from attempting to save your mentor from the Nation of Dingbats, oops I meant Nation of Prominence. And, talking about them, you were the one who lost to Brian James, thus handing him a shot at Chance Rugani’s WEW Championship. Sure Chance won and is now the Universal Champion as well…but what you need to realise kid is that, if it wasn’t for you, Chance could have had the night off. If it is true that The New Regime has no room for screw ups then how many more second chances does Rugani have left to give you? How many more times will Rugani willingly turn a blind eye towards your fuck ups? And how much longer with Rugani’s patience hold up before he personally kicks you out of the business since, at this rate, it is almost destiny for that to happen.
Okay I will admit that I wasn’t taking this ‘Rising Star’ so seriously as I uttered my first sentence but after somewhere around halfway through my words I decided to be a bit more serious, even if it was just to question his future with the group that he has been associated with since near the start. After finishing my words I gently placed the paintbrush down on the floor, since I was painting away while talking about Dexter and a light smile appeared on my face as my painting looks quite alright. I quickly pulled a small pen out of my pocket and began to sign my work, at the bottom-right corner, all most artists do after finishing their work. Maybe I should go to an art gallery tomorrow, just to see how proper professional paintings look like. After signing my work I put the pen back into my pocket and took the webcam off the top of my canvas before putting the recording device on my left wrist, with the lens facing towards me, and used some tape to secure it on my wrist. Once the device was secure I lifted my left hand up, so the camera would look at my head and shoulders as I slowly began to stand up.
TBS: Perhaps I should be taking this ‘Rising Star’ more seriously, considering that Chance Rugani has accepted him into The New Regime when he was a relative nobody…so he should have a great amount of potential. But frankly, from what little I’ve seen of you, you’re nothing more than one of those groupies that is only in this gang for not only the experience but also the glory of being the guy who carries everyone’s bags. And guessing by the annoyed expression of the other members…I’m guessing that you’ve screwed up quite a bit with something as simple as that. So what did you do? Accidentally given Sophie’s vibrator to Chris or something? Heh, enough of the jokes now…I don’t know fully know why you willingly became Chance’s underling but at the end of the day you chose to be that and you’ve definitely made a name for yourself in some aspects.
But unfortunately for you, Dexter, after this Monday, you’re not going to be known as the kid who helped Chance when he needs you the most. You’re going to be known as the kid who choked when it matters the most as I pin your boss for the three while you can’t do anything about it. Sure you and Chance are bound to have each other’s backs while I have to team with some prick with a briefcase but that is not going to stop me from soaring to new heights. But if you really want to now what it feels like to be the very best Dexter then strap yourself in because, this Monday, I’ll take you to the very top of the mountain and from that point there is only one direction you can go…down. You may think that this match may be your greatest chance to rise to the occasion but you ain’t rising at all…no…your going down to the ground faster than a rock can reach the bottom of a river.
While saying the first half of my words I stood up and used my right hand to close up each bottle of paint before carrying them, two by two, to a nearby cupboard where I put them all in before going back for the brushes. It also during the first half of my words that I took the paintbrushes to the sink, since I always use at least three to make each painting feel different from another, and began to wash them. By the time the words ‘bottom of a river’ departed from my mouth I washed all the brushes, put them all in the brush pot and place that pot in the cupboard before closing the cupboard altogether. The moment I closed the cupboards I sighed faintly, first promo in eight months and while I feel tired, part of me just wants to keep on going. A couple of seconds passed by since the sigh as now I turned around to face the painting I was working on and raised the webcam up so it could look directly into my eyes.
TBS: Do you want to know why I’m going to take you down Dexter?
I calmly asked as I walked over to my paint yet once I got there I didn’t show my newest masterpiece but instead I rotated my wrist so the device would look down at the canvas, with the word ‘loser’ on it, that I showed earlier. After showing it to the camera earlier I simply placed the canvas to the side, fortunately I found a way to momentarily bring it’s relevance back into this promo as I allowed the webcam to absorb the image in before speaking up yet again.
TBS: A lot can change in eight months. People leave, people come and while some flop to obscurity, like my former nemesis Flame, some finally steps up like one Brian James. Yet when one misses eight months of action, from a fatal injury or not, people genuinely see them as unimportant until the time they return and when I returned people did cheer but, a few days later, some began to think that I only came back to be the next loser to get beaten by Rugani. Well I am no loser! I am The Broken-fucking-Saint and after eight long months I’m back and I will not lose to the likes of you Dexter Black. I’ve been beaten, broken and burned alive but what you need to realise junior is that I always keep. Coming. Back. And if it is going to be either or you…it is definitely you that is going down, it will always be you Dexter.
I don’t care how many fan girls you have and I don’t give a damn if Sophie, Karolina and Chris all come out to help you. Since not even the gods, the titans and the demigods themselves will stop me from taking you down and proving to every-single-one of my critics that I am not a loser. Sure you might have potential, possibly more than enough potential to be a bigger star than Chance Rugani himself, but on August fifth I’m going to make you enjoy the taste of defeat and I don’t care if this defeat convinces Mister WEW himself to kick you out or not. Because all I want right now is this one bloody victory…you stand before me and I’ll damn well make sure you fall before me in this match. I ain’t going to lie, I want Chance Rugani but if you get in the way then I’ll be more than content enough with using you as a message to him. So if you want to survive this Animosity main event then here’s some advice for you. If one Chance Rugani tries to hide behind you, just run away from my full-blooded fury.
I felt a darker tone slip my tongue as I began to speak again and decided to keep with it, my serious facial expression helping to somewhat promote the venomousness of my words. The moment ‘survive’ passed my lips a memory of Yashira shivering in fear when I was very pissed off one time flashed through my mind. No! Shake that thought out of your head damn it! Luckily I finished off the rest of my words before shaking my head slightly. Maybe I am a maniac, that would actually explain a lot…but enough of these irrelevant thoughts. I immediately decided to rotate my wrist again so that the camera would look at me before simply, and forcefully, ripping the webcam off my arm. FUCK!!! That is so fucking painful, definitely a worthy candidate for my worst mistake ever, and now I know how women feel when they’re getting waxed. But at least I managed to express none of this pain to the webcam as I carefully took the tape off the recording device, not wanting to accidentally damage it, before placing it back on top of the canvas. I however chose to remain standing instead of sitting back down again.
TBS: Yes Chance, you’ve heard me, I am not a loser and I have full of fury at the moment yet why is that so? Why is a man that calls himself broken full of frustration and anger when he only just came back four days ago? Do you want to know the answer? Okay, Champ, here’s the answer…I’m not. Oh what is that? Oh don’t me wrong, I am partly angry and I do have a lot of frustration directly towards you but my fury isn’t just full of those two substances for something else is inside it…passion.
Passion…perhaps the people watching this promo would want an explanation of why passion is inside my fury. So I decided to shoot like a slight grin and plucked the webcam from it’s position on top of my newest painting before deciding the speak while holding the recording device in a way that all the lens could see is my face.
TBS: No, I don’t mean I get turned on by beating people up, I’m no sadist. I’m angry, frustrated and genuinely hate you for a reason that may or may not be spoken in the future. But this passion that promotes my fury is the passion I have for this shit alto-fucking-gether. For hit, for every fall, for every promo and for every-damn-moment I have in the squared circled makes me want more and more and MORE! I’m like an adrenaline junkie and the support I get from the fans, in the arena or watching from home, gives me more adrenaline than I could ever ask for. These people has given me light even in the darkest of tunnels and for this I owe them all one breath-taking, stunning, amazing bloody victory and that one victory shall come at the main event of the August fifth edition of Animosity…when I beat you Chance Rugani.
I won’t lie, I have a lot of ring rust but what would you expect when you haven’t even entered an arena in eight months? And sure, due to the fact that I did have a heart attack, people will forever say that I’m not one hundred percent but that doesn’t matter because I ain’t entering our tag team match looking for excuses…I entering our tag team match to kick your ass. Sure you’re still going to hold onto that belt but while I’ll be celebrating my victory you’ll have to go backstage, meet up with your group of morons and realise the fearsome truth that this…this is just the beginning. First I’m going to beat you in this match. Then I’m going to hurt your friends. After that I’m going to attack the ones closest to you and then, to finish it off, I’m going to take the World Elite Wrestling Championship from your stone-dead hands. So get yourselves ready for this Monday, Chance and Dexter, because, with or without Church’s help, I’m going to unleash HELL!
While saying my words I began to exit my gallery, momentarily glancing back towards my painting before switching the light off behind me. The corridor wasn’t so long as I easily found my way to the study, where I plan out possible promos and research some of my opponents, and entered the room before placing the recording device on the desk and connecting it to my computer. Afterwards I took a couple of steps back, so the webcam could see my whole body, just in time for me to state that the fans are my source of adrenaline. I did notice that my voice began to get more serious, and only slightly dark, as I fluidly get pass the halfway point of my words. It was also at this point I notice how potentially nastier my words are yet didn’t stop them. Hell, I literally came right up close to the webcam before shouting out the word ‘hell.’ Once I did my shout I decided to end my promo with a slightly maniacal laugh while my right hand moved to the stop button and pressed it, putting an end to my first promo since October time in the process. Afterwards I sighed lightly and slumped down to my knees, tiredness trying to take over my legs. Yet I forced myself onto the chair by the desk and began to upload the video onto the computer, another sigh escaping my lips as I wonder…do I still have what it takes to compete against other people here.
Scene Two: Hello There
Date: 4th August 2013
Here I am laying on a double bed in my home of Los Angeles, blankly staring at the ceiling. Part of me wants to focus on what I’ve got to do on the upcoming Animosity, not only beat Chance Rugani and Dexter Black but also co-exist with one Jason Church, while another part of me wants me to voice my frustration towards those who decided that I’ve return to be nothing more than the next guy Chance overcomes. Yet a lot has changed in the eight months I’ve been missing for. I suspected Flame to be at least contending for the WEW Title yet instead he left shortly after losing the Universal Championship while people like Trish Newborn and Gabriel Asar are doing such phenomenal things, like being a double Champion and winning the Retribution Rumble respectively. With such successes one thing floods my mind…a question actually: do I have what it takes to compete against the people here anymore? Sure I’m only twenty-three but with a laundry list of medical issues I might has well be a dinosaur compared to the talent today. Perhaps it was a mistake to come back in the first place, perhaps it would have been better if I’ve just taken Yashira’s advice and retire.
I slowly sat myself up and looked towards my left hand side to see nothing…nothing else than a neat, empty, side of the bed I was originally sleeping in. Twice I’ve had everything I ever wanted and both times I’ve lost it. Perhaps I’m destined to be alone…or maybe being alone is what I deserve. Either way I looked down upon my naked body and sighed lightly before slowly getting myself off the bed. The moment my feet touched the floor I dragged myself over to the wardrobe, opened it and dress myself in the first set of clothing I could find. Afterwards I slowly made my into the kitchen and pulled a rectangular pouch out of the fridge. I opened the pouch, revealing a needle with some kind of cloudy liquid inside it, and pull the needle out. I turned the dial up to fifty, bared my belly and stabbed myself a couple of centimetres under my navel before pushing the dial down to zero, injecting fifty units of this liquid into my body. When I was done I just pulled the needle out, placed it back into its pouch and closed the pouch before putting it back into the fridge.
I then grabbed a couple of slices of bread and put them into the toaster before waiting for them to get toasted. The moment they shot out the toaster I devoured both slices in two minutes at most before beginning to make my way back to the bedroom. When I entered a soft grin appeared on my face as I could remember the time I’ve had with not only Yashira but also with Serena back when she was alive. Maybe I should shoot a second promo before I lose myself in memory lane. So I when over to the drawers at the other side of the room, found a camcorder and set it down on top of the drawers. I gently pressed the record button, made my way back to the bed and sat down on the edge of it before beginning my second ever promo.
TBS: Twenty-four hours, that is all that remains until the clock strikes zero and I come out to the roar of the ever excited people of Hawaii. Yet we’re also just twenty-four hours away from your night of judgement, Dexter. On that night a lot of things will happen yet no matter what happens the outcome will be forever the same…me standing tall and you leaving the arena as the loser. Then again out of this New Regime, discounting Karolina Graf, you’re probably one that’s most use to the bitter taste of defeat. And if you think that you can use this match as a method to start an impressive winning streak then you’re sadly mistaken kid because I’ll be so damned that I’ll drag my own ass to hell before I let the likes of you beat me. You may or may not see this main event as the perfect opportunity to not only get fully in Chance’s good books but also to cement yourself as the future of this company. Well do you want to know what I think you’ll become in the future? A big, massive, disappointment that will never be anything more successful than the underling to some egotistical cry-baby…oh wait a second, you already are. So, tomorrow night, why not I do everyone a sodding favour and put an end to the joke known as Dexter Black?
I must admit that I did raise my voice a considerable amount at the words ‘beat me’ and my mind momentarily remembered the time my raised voice startled Serena. Heh, it was so funny seeing her drop the milk…even though she kicked out of the bloody house to get some more. My posture was rather relaxed as I said my words, even though my words were spoken with a rather serious kind of tone. Once I finished my words I reached my right hand back and pulled out a lighter. After a couple of silent moments I opened the lighter and a flame emerged from it. I held the flame specifically in front of my face as, after a good ten seconds of blankly staring at it, a grin appeared on my face as my eyes slowly moved their gazed towards the camcorder’s lens.
TBS: A lighter…more specifically this lighter…was the changing point of my career. Have you ever known what it feels to be burned alive, outside of an inferno match, Chance? Oh wait no, the nearest experience you had with a legitimate fire was when you watched as Sophie was trapped in a burning room, but this fire…this fire was what really started my twenty-twelve. Many people claimed that twenty-twelve was, professionally, my greatest year…personally…it was my worst. So with twenty-thirteen here I plan to repeat the success, while minimalising the failures, yet lady luck seems to like me since I get to start it off against the guy I want to most. I don’t give a shit about either Black or Church, those two idiots can deal with each other, you on the other hand I want so badly that I’d happily interrupt a million more of your matches. So look me in the eyes as I say it to your face that you will not be able to walk out of , instead you’ll need your gang of mindless zombies to carry you out of the fucking arena. So please Chance, I’m literally begging you, please show up to Animosity because I’m honestly struggling to wait any longer so that I can kick your ass and hold my hands up in a blaze of victory.
I will have to agree with my fans that, professionally, twenty-twelve was my greatest year so far, even when I started the year off by wrestling in the opening bout of the pre-show…wait…why wasn’t I nominated for the Rising Star award? Oh whatever, trophies are just souvenirs that my home can live without. While I was rather confident about Dexter…I leaned forward slightly as I spoke about Chance, my tone also developing an extremely seriously tone as I said each and every single one of those words. Once my words were finished I blew out the flame and put the lighter back inside my pocket before my other hand suddenly smacked the side of my forehead. This smack wasn’t hard but I did this to indicate that I’ve forgotten somebody.
TBS: How could I forget him…there is a wildcard in this kind of situation, you want to know who he is? My fucking partner Jason Church, who is also known as one of the biggest DIVAS in our industry. He could either help me take down Chance and Dexter or he could screw me over and prove to the world that he doesn’t belong in the main event. This outcome looks quite likely, since I don’t know neither do I care about who the fuck he is, he is holding the briefcase that guarantees him a shot at the WEW Championship at anytime up to the new year. But, on all pure honesty, who the fucking hell are you? Oh late a second…weren’t you the ugly looking kid that couldn’t beat some clown back at Free Fall to Fury? My god you’ve definitely improved since then………but if you want to keep improving kid then you better take this advice to heart and follow. Do not, under any circumstance, screw me in this tag team match. If you do then I’m going to hunt you down and end your bloody career just to send a minor message to Rugani. That ain’t a threat, nor is it a promise, it is a simple deal that you screw me then I’ll end your livelihood.
Okay I couldn’t help but call Church a ‘diva’ since, god damn it, every time he talks he sounds like he is bloody whining. But hey, having that briefcase is suppose to be quite an impressive feat…so obviously my tone is neither cruel or negative. Instead my tone sounded quite impressed…that was until after I said ‘since then,’ hell it was at that very point that my tone suddenly switched to a more threatening one. Once I finished these very words I sighed lightly while shaking my head. After a couple more moments I chuckled lightly and looked back up towards the camcorder while a light grin appeared on my face.
TBS: Yes Chance, I don’t fully trust my partner at all but, then again, the last time I solely relied on my partner I was stabbed in the back…so while I’m willing to be a ’team player’ I have only one agenda and that agenda is not only to win my first match back but it is also to prove to the whole world why I…The Broken Saint…will become the new…W…E…W……….Champion.
As I began with my words I decided to get off the bed and approach the camcorder. With each word spoken I got more and more closer, even though it feels like a hundred miles for these legs I forced through the gym earlier today. When I uttered my name I was extremely close to the camcorder so I picked up and held it close to my face, so the lens could only see my eyes and the top of my nose, as I proclaimed myself to be the next WEW Champion. My eyes showed utter, cold, determination as I said those words before pressing the record button again, thus putting an end to this promo. It was only a couple more moments that I felt something vibrate in my other pocket. So I put my hand into that pocket, pulled out my phone and checked for caller ID. The moment I saw the name a smile gently appeared across my face as I fully opened the phone, lift it up to my ear and said two words.
TBS: Hello there.
Date: 1st August 2013
Rehabilitation…never thought I would ever need to go through that process for a third time, the first time was part of the deal when Chris paid for me to leave the asylum and become his trainee while the second time was when Shane set me on fire. Yet for the past few months I obediently went through it and after seeing the faces of all those in Hawaii, after I made my return at Legacy, I can securely say that all I’ve put myself through has been completely worth it. The blood pressuring through my body, the adrenaline surging through my veins and the sound of people chanting my name…I missed it so much. But with every return there must be a return match and what a return match I have. I get to team up with the current briefcase holder Jason Church, the double Champion Chance Rugani and his underling Dexter Black. Will I win? Will I lose? Did I come back too soon? Or was eight months too long? I know that I’m going to be rusty, since eight months is quite a long time but my comeback had to start sooner or later.
The location is none other than inside my home of Los Angeles. Lya was very sweet in buying me three houses but I sold the other two since I only ever needed one place to call my own. But where in my house am I? In the gallery room, working on another painting of mine…if only Yashira was here to see it. After emitting a light sigh I securely placed a webcam on top of the canvas I’m painting on and managed to switch it on before showing it a rather laidback grin as the device began to record me. So now my first promo, in eight months, has just begun.
TBS: Do not attempt to adjust your see for your television isn’t broken and I, The Broken Saint, have officially returned to the land of Animosity. I will admit a lot of things have changed throughout the eight months I’ve been missing yet, at the same time, I keep getting the irritating feeling that nothing has changed at all. Why is that? Because Chance Rugani is still the dick he always has been and he is the current WEW Champion while the bitch known as Sophie Oliveira is the Starlet Champion…isn’t it somewhat funny that while the show seem to have evolved, those two hasn’t changed at all? Sure they got themselves a group called The New Regime but the main purpose of that entire group is to make sure that Chance doesn’t lose the WEW Championship.
Perhaps that is why I can’t take any of them too seriously, especially that dope Chris McKenzie. Yet I need to force myself to as, just like last time, my first match back is the main event of Animosity yet this time it is in a tag team match where I have to team up with some Jason Church against the likes of Dexter Black and the WEW, and Universal, Champion Chance Rugani. Heh, I attacked the guy after his match and point at the WEW Championship, now I’m immediately in the main event…why didn’t I just do that early last year?
A light chuckle escaped my lips after I uttered my joke, easily remembering my dismissal of an attempt to get a shot at that Championship back when Sophie Oliveira was the Champion. Yet that was then, this is now and managed to perfectly split my attention between this promo and my painting as I spoke out each one of my words. After finishing them I gently placed my brush down, deciding to fully dedicate my attention to shooting my returning promo, and moved my eyes so their gaze would be focused on the webcam.
TBS: But I guess some things can change like how Chance has finally gotten along with daddy Lucifer even though he never needed him in the first place. But hey I’m not complaining since I get to kick your ass in my return match. Sure it is just a tag team match and you probably have a million excuses planned for when you lose. But at the end of the night I will be the one with my hands raised in victory while you shall be the one who’ll have to grimace at the fact that I am no longer the idiot that lost to you so long ago but instead I have improved, I am now better than what I was before and I am going to be the guy who’ll bring death to your reign as the WEW Champion. And unlike Jaxson Baxter, Chris McKenzie and Adam Banz…it ain’t going to be a few weeks hold until you take it back, no…when I take the WEW Championship away from you, it’ll stay away from you.
But why am I looking so far ahead when I have you next Monday? Sure it is just a tag team match and I’ve never once been away to pin you or make you submit. But sometimes the greatest of plans are the ones thought up by madmen and ever since I attacked you at Legacy people have been mixed between being delighted about me coming back and calling me crazy for immediately going after you Chance. But creativity is born from madness and if I’m as mad as everyone is thinking then you have every reason to be shitting yourself right now Rugani. Creativity and madness is what I have, creativity and madness is what I am…and it’ll be my creative madness that will knock you out.
I wonder…is it natural to constantly move your hands while talking? Perhaps I am just like my science teacher since my hands started to move about as I spoke, giving an image to the words that I am saying. Maybe I am mad, maybe I ain’t…either way my eyes didn’t move their attention away from the camera as I said my very words. Yet after these words I moved out of this sitting position, onto my knees and crawled pass the camera only to come back with something in my hand. Without a moment to wonder I held the object out…what is this object? A small canvas with nothing other than the word ‘loser’ painted on it in red. After a couple of silent seconds a sly grin began to etch itself across my face.
TBS: When you look at me, Chance, is this the word that comes to your mind? You always thought that I was a loser that should never be in the same ring as you. From back when I interrupted your celebration for the first time and even when I was recovering from losing my unborn child. In your eyes everyone’s a loser while you and anybody associated with you is a winner, almost like an unofficial hierarchy, but guess what? Enough is enough and it’s time for a change. I don’t mean simply coming in, looking good and settle with scrapes…no. This ‘loser’ is going to turn it all around because, this Monday, I’m going to beat you down, pin you one two three and raise my hands in glory as, from that day forwards, the whole world will know that the end of your time is neigh and my time is fast approaching.
So what are you going to do Chance? Are you going to stand and fight like the Mister WEW you claim to be? Or are you just going to hide behind Dexter Black like the wuss you really are? I really hope you choose the former because I want to beat you myself, screw Jason Church, I want you and nobody else in this match. You were upset about me attacking you after your match…that is nothing but a pinch compared to what I have in store for you dear fool. You’re so use to looking down on everybody like they’re losers but at the main event of Animosity, in my first match since October, you are going to be the one who leaves as the loser and, unlike the times against Adam Banz and Brian James, you will not have an excuse to hide your defeat behind.
My grin quickly faded away as those words left my lips as naturally was a stream flowing out from a river. While my words sounded dreadfully serious, I did used my hands to make air quotes for the word ‘loser’ as I declared that I would ‘turn it all around.’ After finishing my words my right hand moved and picked the paintbrush back up before dipping it into a different colour before continuing on with my painting. The paint has dried so it makes sense to put a new colour over it, since I didn’t want these two colours to mix up yet. Could painting really be my method of calmness? I’m not fully sure. Perhaps I’m just an artistic individual, hell that’ll probably explain why I paint, write poems and play a tune on my guitar…wait a second, why is that webcam still there? Maybe I should turn it off since my promo is o…ver………shit I forgot about Dexter! Almost like a maniac I burst out laughing, the lack of visual reason possibly making me look more like a maniac, before looking back up towards the recording device.
TBS: Sorry kiddo but it seems that I’ve almost forgotten completely about you Dexter. Though you can’t blame me much since my, well…to be honest, heart attack happened before you even signed the dotted line and, to be perfectly honest, I never fully noticed much special about you. Oh sure you won a shot at the Television Championship but who did you exactly beat for that shot? And did you actually win the belt off Trish Newborn? While I don’t know the answer to the former, the answer to the latter is a big, fat, no. You call yourself ‘The Rising Star’ but what have you done since losing to Trish twice in the same seven days? Oh wait a second…you have won a couple of matches here and there but what have you done that is relevant. Oh wait, let me rephrase that, what have you done that is relevant in a good way?
You’re practically the catalyst of The New Regime’s worries about Chris McKenzie, especially when he might have considered kicking your head off at Legacy. You’ve also backed away from attempting to save your mentor from the Nation of Dingbats, oops I meant Nation of Prominence. And, talking about them, you were the one who lost to Brian James, thus handing him a shot at Chance Rugani’s WEW Championship. Sure Chance won and is now the Universal Champion as well…but what you need to realise kid is that, if it wasn’t for you, Chance could have had the night off. If it is true that The New Regime has no room for screw ups then how many more second chances does Rugani have left to give you? How many more times will Rugani willingly turn a blind eye towards your fuck ups? And how much longer with Rugani’s patience hold up before he personally kicks you out of the business since, at this rate, it is almost destiny for that to happen.
Okay I will admit that I wasn’t taking this ‘Rising Star’ so seriously as I uttered my first sentence but after somewhere around halfway through my words I decided to be a bit more serious, even if it was just to question his future with the group that he has been associated with since near the start. After finishing my words I gently placed the paintbrush down on the floor, since I was painting away while talking about Dexter and a light smile appeared on my face as my painting looks quite alright. I quickly pulled a small pen out of my pocket and began to sign my work, at the bottom-right corner, all most artists do after finishing their work. Maybe I should go to an art gallery tomorrow, just to see how proper professional paintings look like. After signing my work I put the pen back into my pocket and took the webcam off the top of my canvas before putting the recording device on my left wrist, with the lens facing towards me, and used some tape to secure it on my wrist. Once the device was secure I lifted my left hand up, so the camera would look at my head and shoulders as I slowly began to stand up.
TBS: Perhaps I should be taking this ‘Rising Star’ more seriously, considering that Chance Rugani has accepted him into The New Regime when he was a relative nobody…so he should have a great amount of potential. But frankly, from what little I’ve seen of you, you’re nothing more than one of those groupies that is only in this gang for not only the experience but also the glory of being the guy who carries everyone’s bags. And guessing by the annoyed expression of the other members…I’m guessing that you’ve screwed up quite a bit with something as simple as that. So what did you do? Accidentally given Sophie’s vibrator to Chris or something? Heh, enough of the jokes now…I don’t know fully know why you willingly became Chance’s underling but at the end of the day you chose to be that and you’ve definitely made a name for yourself in some aspects.
But unfortunately for you, Dexter, after this Monday, you’re not going to be known as the kid who helped Chance when he needs you the most. You’re going to be known as the kid who choked when it matters the most as I pin your boss for the three while you can’t do anything about it. Sure you and Chance are bound to have each other’s backs while I have to team with some prick with a briefcase but that is not going to stop me from soaring to new heights. But if you really want to now what it feels like to be the very best Dexter then strap yourself in because, this Monday, I’ll take you to the very top of the mountain and from that point there is only one direction you can go…down. You may think that this match may be your greatest chance to rise to the occasion but you ain’t rising at all…no…your going down to the ground faster than a rock can reach the bottom of a river.
While saying the first half of my words I stood up and used my right hand to close up each bottle of paint before carrying them, two by two, to a nearby cupboard where I put them all in before going back for the brushes. It also during the first half of my words that I took the paintbrushes to the sink, since I always use at least three to make each painting feel different from another, and began to wash them. By the time the words ‘bottom of a river’ departed from my mouth I washed all the brushes, put them all in the brush pot and place that pot in the cupboard before closing the cupboard altogether. The moment I closed the cupboards I sighed faintly, first promo in eight months and while I feel tired, part of me just wants to keep on going. A couple of seconds passed by since the sigh as now I turned around to face the painting I was working on and raised the webcam up so it could look directly into my eyes.
TBS: Do you want to know why I’m going to take you down Dexter?
I calmly asked as I walked over to my paint yet once I got there I didn’t show my newest masterpiece but instead I rotated my wrist so the device would look down at the canvas, with the word ‘loser’ on it, that I showed earlier. After showing it to the camera earlier I simply placed the canvas to the side, fortunately I found a way to momentarily bring it’s relevance back into this promo as I allowed the webcam to absorb the image in before speaking up yet again.
TBS: A lot can change in eight months. People leave, people come and while some flop to obscurity, like my former nemesis Flame, some finally steps up like one Brian James. Yet when one misses eight months of action, from a fatal injury or not, people genuinely see them as unimportant until the time they return and when I returned people did cheer but, a few days later, some began to think that I only came back to be the next loser to get beaten by Rugani. Well I am no loser! I am The Broken-fucking-Saint and after eight long months I’m back and I will not lose to the likes of you Dexter Black. I’ve been beaten, broken and burned alive but what you need to realise junior is that I always keep. Coming. Back. And if it is going to be either or you…it is definitely you that is going down, it will always be you Dexter.
I don’t care how many fan girls you have and I don’t give a damn if Sophie, Karolina and Chris all come out to help you. Since not even the gods, the titans and the demigods themselves will stop me from taking you down and proving to every-single-one of my critics that I am not a loser. Sure you might have potential, possibly more than enough potential to be a bigger star than Chance Rugani himself, but on August fifth I’m going to make you enjoy the taste of defeat and I don’t care if this defeat convinces Mister WEW himself to kick you out or not. Because all I want right now is this one bloody victory…you stand before me and I’ll damn well make sure you fall before me in this match. I ain’t going to lie, I want Chance Rugani but if you get in the way then I’ll be more than content enough with using you as a message to him. So if you want to survive this Animosity main event then here’s some advice for you. If one Chance Rugani tries to hide behind you, just run away from my full-blooded fury.
I felt a darker tone slip my tongue as I began to speak again and decided to keep with it, my serious facial expression helping to somewhat promote the venomousness of my words. The moment ‘survive’ passed my lips a memory of Yashira shivering in fear when I was very pissed off one time flashed through my mind. No! Shake that thought out of your head damn it! Luckily I finished off the rest of my words before shaking my head slightly. Maybe I am a maniac, that would actually explain a lot…but enough of these irrelevant thoughts. I immediately decided to rotate my wrist again so that the camera would look at me before simply, and forcefully, ripping the webcam off my arm. FUCK!!! That is so fucking painful, definitely a worthy candidate for my worst mistake ever, and now I know how women feel when they’re getting waxed. But at least I managed to express none of this pain to the webcam as I carefully took the tape off the recording device, not wanting to accidentally damage it, before placing it back on top of the canvas. I however chose to remain standing instead of sitting back down again.
TBS: Yes Chance, you’ve heard me, I am not a loser and I have full of fury at the moment yet why is that so? Why is a man that calls himself broken full of frustration and anger when he only just came back four days ago? Do you want to know the answer? Okay, Champ, here’s the answer…I’m not. Oh what is that? Oh don’t me wrong, I am partly angry and I do have a lot of frustration directly towards you but my fury isn’t just full of those two substances for something else is inside it…passion.
Passion…perhaps the people watching this promo would want an explanation of why passion is inside my fury. So I decided to shoot like a slight grin and plucked the webcam from it’s position on top of my newest painting before deciding the speak while holding the recording device in a way that all the lens could see is my face.
TBS: No, I don’t mean I get turned on by beating people up, I’m no sadist. I’m angry, frustrated and genuinely hate you for a reason that may or may not be spoken in the future. But this passion that promotes my fury is the passion I have for this shit alto-fucking-gether. For hit, for every fall, for every promo and for every-damn-moment I have in the squared circled makes me want more and more and MORE! I’m like an adrenaline junkie and the support I get from the fans, in the arena or watching from home, gives me more adrenaline than I could ever ask for. These people has given me light even in the darkest of tunnels and for this I owe them all one breath-taking, stunning, amazing bloody victory and that one victory shall come at the main event of the August fifth edition of Animosity…when I beat you Chance Rugani.
I won’t lie, I have a lot of ring rust but what would you expect when you haven’t even entered an arena in eight months? And sure, due to the fact that I did have a heart attack, people will forever say that I’m not one hundred percent but that doesn’t matter because I ain’t entering our tag team match looking for excuses…I entering our tag team match to kick your ass. Sure you’re still going to hold onto that belt but while I’ll be celebrating my victory you’ll have to go backstage, meet up with your group of morons and realise the fearsome truth that this…this is just the beginning. First I’m going to beat you in this match. Then I’m going to hurt your friends. After that I’m going to attack the ones closest to you and then, to finish it off, I’m going to take the World Elite Wrestling Championship from your stone-dead hands. So get yourselves ready for this Monday, Chance and Dexter, because, with or without Church’s help, I’m going to unleash HELL!
While saying my words I began to exit my gallery, momentarily glancing back towards my painting before switching the light off behind me. The corridor wasn’t so long as I easily found my way to the study, where I plan out possible promos and research some of my opponents, and entered the room before placing the recording device on the desk and connecting it to my computer. Afterwards I took a couple of steps back, so the webcam could see my whole body, just in time for me to state that the fans are my source of adrenaline. I did notice that my voice began to get more serious, and only slightly dark, as I fluidly get pass the halfway point of my words. It was also at this point I notice how potentially nastier my words are yet didn’t stop them. Hell, I literally came right up close to the webcam before shouting out the word ‘hell.’ Once I did my shout I decided to end my promo with a slightly maniacal laugh while my right hand moved to the stop button and pressed it, putting an end to my first promo since October time in the process. Afterwards I sighed lightly and slumped down to my knees, tiredness trying to take over my legs. Yet I forced myself onto the chair by the desk and began to upload the video onto the computer, another sigh escaping my lips as I wonder…do I still have what it takes to compete against other people here.
Scene Two: Hello There
Date: 4th August 2013
Here I am laying on a double bed in my home of Los Angeles, blankly staring at the ceiling. Part of me wants to focus on what I’ve got to do on the upcoming Animosity, not only beat Chance Rugani and Dexter Black but also co-exist with one Jason Church, while another part of me wants me to voice my frustration towards those who decided that I’ve return to be nothing more than the next guy Chance overcomes. Yet a lot has changed in the eight months I’ve been missing for. I suspected Flame to be at least contending for the WEW Title yet instead he left shortly after losing the Universal Championship while people like Trish Newborn and Gabriel Asar are doing such phenomenal things, like being a double Champion and winning the Retribution Rumble respectively. With such successes one thing floods my mind…a question actually: do I have what it takes to compete against the people here anymore? Sure I’m only twenty-three but with a laundry list of medical issues I might has well be a dinosaur compared to the talent today. Perhaps it was a mistake to come back in the first place, perhaps it would have been better if I’ve just taken Yashira’s advice and retire.
I slowly sat myself up and looked towards my left hand side to see nothing…nothing else than a neat, empty, side of the bed I was originally sleeping in. Twice I’ve had everything I ever wanted and both times I’ve lost it. Perhaps I’m destined to be alone…or maybe being alone is what I deserve. Either way I looked down upon my naked body and sighed lightly before slowly getting myself off the bed. The moment my feet touched the floor I dragged myself over to the wardrobe, opened it and dress myself in the first set of clothing I could find. Afterwards I slowly made my into the kitchen and pulled a rectangular pouch out of the fridge. I opened the pouch, revealing a needle with some kind of cloudy liquid inside it, and pull the needle out. I turned the dial up to fifty, bared my belly and stabbed myself a couple of centimetres under my navel before pushing the dial down to zero, injecting fifty units of this liquid into my body. When I was done I just pulled the needle out, placed it back into its pouch and closed the pouch before putting it back into the fridge.
I then grabbed a couple of slices of bread and put them into the toaster before waiting for them to get toasted. The moment they shot out the toaster I devoured both slices in two minutes at most before beginning to make my way back to the bedroom. When I entered a soft grin appeared on my face as I could remember the time I’ve had with not only Yashira but also with Serena back when she was alive. Maybe I should shoot a second promo before I lose myself in memory lane. So I when over to the drawers at the other side of the room, found a camcorder and set it down on top of the drawers. I gently pressed the record button, made my way back to the bed and sat down on the edge of it before beginning my second ever promo.
TBS: Twenty-four hours, that is all that remains until the clock strikes zero and I come out to the roar of the ever excited people of Hawaii. Yet we’re also just twenty-four hours away from your night of judgement, Dexter. On that night a lot of things will happen yet no matter what happens the outcome will be forever the same…me standing tall and you leaving the arena as the loser. Then again out of this New Regime, discounting Karolina Graf, you’re probably one that’s most use to the bitter taste of defeat. And if you think that you can use this match as a method to start an impressive winning streak then you’re sadly mistaken kid because I’ll be so damned that I’ll drag my own ass to hell before I let the likes of you beat me. You may or may not see this main event as the perfect opportunity to not only get fully in Chance’s good books but also to cement yourself as the future of this company. Well do you want to know what I think you’ll become in the future? A big, massive, disappointment that will never be anything more successful than the underling to some egotistical cry-baby…oh wait a second, you already are. So, tomorrow night, why not I do everyone a sodding favour and put an end to the joke known as Dexter Black?
I must admit that I did raise my voice a considerable amount at the words ‘beat me’ and my mind momentarily remembered the time my raised voice startled Serena. Heh, it was so funny seeing her drop the milk…even though she kicked out of the bloody house to get some more. My posture was rather relaxed as I said my words, even though my words were spoken with a rather serious kind of tone. Once I finished my words I reached my right hand back and pulled out a lighter. After a couple of silent moments I opened the lighter and a flame emerged from it. I held the flame specifically in front of my face as, after a good ten seconds of blankly staring at it, a grin appeared on my face as my eyes slowly moved their gazed towards the camcorder’s lens.
TBS: A lighter…more specifically this lighter…was the changing point of my career. Have you ever known what it feels to be burned alive, outside of an inferno match, Chance? Oh wait no, the nearest experience you had with a legitimate fire was when you watched as Sophie was trapped in a burning room, but this fire…this fire was what really started my twenty-twelve. Many people claimed that twenty-twelve was, professionally, my greatest year…personally…it was my worst. So with twenty-thirteen here I plan to repeat the success, while minimalising the failures, yet lady luck seems to like me since I get to start it off against the guy I want to most. I don’t give a shit about either Black or Church, those two idiots can deal with each other, you on the other hand I want so badly that I’d happily interrupt a million more of your matches. So look me in the eyes as I say it to your face that you will not be able to walk out of , instead you’ll need your gang of mindless zombies to carry you out of the fucking arena. So please Chance, I’m literally begging you, please show up to Animosity because I’m honestly struggling to wait any longer so that I can kick your ass and hold my hands up in a blaze of victory.
I will have to agree with my fans that, professionally, twenty-twelve was my greatest year so far, even when I started the year off by wrestling in the opening bout of the pre-show…wait…why wasn’t I nominated for the Rising Star award? Oh whatever, trophies are just souvenirs that my home can live without. While I was rather confident about Dexter…I leaned forward slightly as I spoke about Chance, my tone also developing an extremely seriously tone as I said each and every single one of those words. Once my words were finished I blew out the flame and put the lighter back inside my pocket before my other hand suddenly smacked the side of my forehead. This smack wasn’t hard but I did this to indicate that I’ve forgotten somebody.
TBS: How could I forget him…there is a wildcard in this kind of situation, you want to know who he is? My fucking partner Jason Church, who is also known as one of the biggest DIVAS in our industry. He could either help me take down Chance and Dexter or he could screw me over and prove to the world that he doesn’t belong in the main event. This outcome looks quite likely, since I don’t know neither do I care about who the fuck he is, he is holding the briefcase that guarantees him a shot at the WEW Championship at anytime up to the new year. But, on all pure honesty, who the fucking hell are you? Oh late a second…weren’t you the ugly looking kid that couldn’t beat some clown back at Free Fall to Fury? My god you’ve definitely improved since then………but if you want to keep improving kid then you better take this advice to heart and follow. Do not, under any circumstance, screw me in this tag team match. If you do then I’m going to hunt you down and end your bloody career just to send a minor message to Rugani. That ain’t a threat, nor is it a promise, it is a simple deal that you screw me then I’ll end your livelihood.
Okay I couldn’t help but call Church a ‘diva’ since, god damn it, every time he talks he sounds like he is bloody whining. But hey, having that briefcase is suppose to be quite an impressive feat…so obviously my tone is neither cruel or negative. Instead my tone sounded quite impressed…that was until after I said ‘since then,’ hell it was at that very point that my tone suddenly switched to a more threatening one. Once I finished these very words I sighed lightly while shaking my head. After a couple more moments I chuckled lightly and looked back up towards the camcorder while a light grin appeared on my face.
TBS: Yes Chance, I don’t fully trust my partner at all but, then again, the last time I solely relied on my partner I was stabbed in the back…so while I’m willing to be a ’team player’ I have only one agenda and that agenda is not only to win my first match back but it is also to prove to the whole world why I…The Broken Saint…will become the new…W…E…W……….Champion.
As I began with my words I decided to get off the bed and approach the camcorder. With each word spoken I got more and more closer, even though it feels like a hundred miles for these legs I forced through the gym earlier today. When I uttered my name I was extremely close to the camcorder so I picked up and held it close to my face, so the lens could only see my eyes and the top of my nose, as I proclaimed myself to be the next WEW Champion. My eyes showed utter, cold, determination as I said those words before pressing the record button again, thus putting an end to this promo. It was only a couple more moments that I felt something vibrate in my other pocket. So I put my hand into that pocket, pulled out my phone and checked for caller ID. The moment I saw the name a smile gently appeared across my face as I fully opened the phone, lift it up to my ear and said two words.
TBS: Hello there.