Post by MasterEvil on Jul 20, 2014 13:12:23 GMT
TBS: From the ashes of failure arise a new beginning and the name of that beginning is Adrenaline.
Were the words I said as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. Where are we, me and this inanimate object? The woods. There is nothing much else to say. There is no reason to say how many trees there are or which country these woods are in for we are in the middle of these woods and nowhere else.
TBS: I won’t lie, I was sceptical of going to this, vastly inferior, show this time last year. Yet now…after seeing through the everlasting looking glass…I came to the realisation that Adrenaline is offering me the chance to finally be the star that I was destined to be. Why am I certain of becoming a star? For it has been written in the stars, a million miles way, by the deities and divinities of time and space and read to me, through a melody, by my Lady Messiah that I, The Broken Saint, will rise from the shadows of disappointment and become the Millennium Star.
As I continued to speak the camera rotate around, in an attempt to find me. But that device will never find me as long as it remains on its horizontal axis. Yet it was halfway through my words that the camera finally paid heed to the atmosphere it is in and began to look upwards while continuing to turn around. It was only when I was near the end of my words that the camera finally found me, sitting on a branch of this rather comfortable tree. Sure some of the twigs and leaves can get annoying but once you move them out of the way this tree makes quite a nice seat as my eyes finally focus themselves on the camera lens staring up at me as I began to speak up.
TBS: But the first thing I need to do is cleanse myself of that smothering accident known as Brain James, for my Lady Messiah that I must James and I agree with her that I must beat you. Why? The reason for this is so simplistic that even a pair of overrated idiots like you and your buddy Phoenix Winterborn could understand. Two years ago, against all the odds, you pinned me in the middle of ring and walked out as the winner while my eyes gazed at the ceiling wondering why did I fail…why did I fail to beat someone as pitiful as you? How did I end up losing against some guy who proving over and over, and over again that he is nothing short of a miserable disappointment? Sure you managed to get a Universal Title reign and even got to main event Legacy but that doesn’t change the fact that you have been nothing short of a, very bad, joke of a wrestler.
Yet I got pinned by you, in the middle of the ring. If I could I would travel back in time, meet the me back then and slap some sense into myself since losing to you was, by far, the most EMBARRASSING moment of my professional career. You came, you saw and you failed so many times. Sure you have gotten some average wins, especially against those who I’ve failed to beat in the past. But ‘average’ is the keyword of my previous sentence since your matches have been mediocre at best because you are a mediocre guy who is satisfied with a mediocre house, a mediocre girlfriend and a mediocre career. I do have an ego but I will never settle for mediocre for I am not paid to make mediocre people less mediocre, but instead to be the most breathtaking person on the entire roster. So I’ll happily settle my Adrenaline debut by wiping your blip off my record for the sake of not only myself, but also for the sake of my Lady Messiah.
I won’t lie, I did put a decent amount of energy into shouting the word ‘embarrassing’ but who can blame me for having some pent up rage? From the moment I came back my career as gone backwards, hell I was even pushed off the card when they wanted McKenzie to be the main challenger on Animosity. But the past is the past, today is the present and people like Chris McKenzie aren’t worth holding a grudge against anymore. All I can do now is see if I could use Adrenaline to save my own career as I spread my arms out and look up into the sky as I finished my words with ‘my Lady Messiah.’
TBS: June third of last year, the day you main evented Legacy in a match against Chance Rugani where both his WEW Championship and your Universal Championship were on the line…how many people still talk about that match huh? What was that? Nobody? There is a reason for that Brian…with your previous failures at Crossroads, Beach Brawl & Cyberslam…everyone already knew you wouldn’t win. Sure you put up a decent fight but, in the end, you failed for the fourth or so time and then something happened, something great happened. It not only received the greatest fan reaction in a while but it also made more headlines than your effort against Rugani. What was that moment? The moment I made my return from an eight month hiatus, as a result of a life threatening heart attack. Not only did I steal your Legacy moment, like I almost did at very first Legacy, but I also proven myself as a main event star while you begged management to throw you over to Adrenaline so you could somehow revamp yourself.
Oh yeah, how did that revamp thing go? You continued to have second-rate match after second-rate match, got lucky and won the Tag Team Championship, lost them straight back in your first defence and got your ass kicked by Blondie and Kyle. So…where has this revamping go? Or is that truly the best you can do Brian? Heh, how very disappointing. But then again it might have been a sign of pure stupidity for me to have believed that it was possible for Brian James to become as big of a guy as he claims he would be. Luckily for me I quickly realised, Brian James, that you’re basically that guy who’ll do the greatest talk around only trip over his own feet when made to walk. You were lucky to have been Tag Team Champions alongside Phoenix Winterborn yet it’ll take more than luck to stand a chance against me, let alone beat me. Even if you bring your A-Game, your B-Game and every Game from C to Z you will not beat me Brian; you do not have what it takes to beat ME!
My voice felt so sinister yet calm at the same and my face feels blank as I have spoken all my previous voice. Well except for when I shouted ‘embarrassing’ but while I first thought to it as rage it feels completely different, as if I was enjoying myself like a little child at an ice-cream stand instead of somebody who is constantly getting shouted at. And again I felt some enjoyment as the word ‘me’ blasted itself from my lip. The fact I leaned forward to shout that word and the momentum generated from me throwing my head and shoulders back caused my body to fall backwards off the branch. Yet I already planned to get off this tree sooner or later so, using the acrobatics I thought I lost a while ago, I did a perfect backflip in midair before landing spot on my feet, my hair throwing itself off my face as I landed.
TBS: Sure you did it once but what you need to realise is that it had nothing to do with luck or your minor skills. But it was more down to me making the mistake of taking you for granted and I promise, no! I guarantee you that I won’t ever take you for granted again and I will CRUSH you this upcoming Adrenaline. I’ll even crush you on the following Adrenaline and the one after that, the next month and the month after…take me one whenever you want Brian James but the results shall always be the same as what they are going to be on this upcoming Adrenaline…I am going to CRUSH your chances of EVER succeeding in this business.
While saying my words my body leaned itself against this very tree I was originally sitting on, my eyes and face roaming all over the place like I’m lecturing a million students. Yet my face eyes would snap themselves back towards the camera lens to occasionally shout out a word before darting their attention everywhere else. It was only after ‘ever’ shot itself out from my lips that my attention fully fixated itself upon the recording deceive.
TBS: Heh, I’m absolutely certain you’re thinking that I’m blowing my own horn, since I haven’t been mister success either…but that was when I’m Animosity. Now I am an Adrenaline superstar and this is The Broken Saint reborn. With a new breath of air in my lungs, a new vision through my eyes, a new pulse in my body and a new beat in my heart. This is a new Saint and this is a new time where, with the guidance of my Lady Messiah, I will not only defeat you at this upcoming Adrenaline, Brian James, but I’ll rise ever closer to becoming her Millennium Star.
The Broken Saint reborn…I hope I can live up to what I am saying yet, for some reason, I feel evermore confident every time I talk about ‘my Lady Messiah.’ In the words I said beforehand I managed to walk up to where I was one foot, diagonally, away from the recording device. I leaned my body to the left and tilted my head leftwards to a point where it was almost upside down in the camera’s view as I those three words before straightening myself up and walking away. I knew that the camera would turn around in an attempt to find me yet it couldn’t find, or better put ‘see me,’ since I was behind one of the many trees of this forest.
TBS: All the saints go burning down, burning down, burning down. All the saints go burning down, into ash.
All the good men go roaming round, roaming round, roaming round. All the good men go roaming round, all day long.
All the kids are crying now, crying now, crying now. All the kids are crying now, watch their tears.
All the drunkards are laughing now, laughing now, laughing now. All the drunkards are laughing now, with their beers.
All the fans are bored with you, bored with you, bored with you. All the fans are bored with you, for too long.
All the crowd won’t miss you, won’t miss you, won’t miss you. All the crowd won’t miss you, when you’re gone.
Why are you gonna be gone, gonna be gone, gonna be gone. Why are you gonna be gone, because of me.
As I began to sing this song I strolled out from where I was hiding and by the end of the first line of words I stroll behind another tree before popping out from a different one, singing the second line before going behind another tree. This patterned continued through every line as my voice grows colder and colder with every word while the camera seem to have failed to realise is that with every tree I’m going pass I am getting ever so closer to the recording device. While going through my final line I was real close to the camera and even stopped moving at my forth-last word before suddenly shooting my face at the camera, leaving my mug only a couple of centimetres away from the lens, to say my last three words in a tone darker than I’ve ever used in a long time. After finishing my song, or maybe even a poem, I began to laugh in a way I never knew I could. My body felt weak and I flopped back on the floor, motionless, yet that diabolic laugher continued all the way until the camera’s battery life ran out, switching the device off and ending this promo in the process.