Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 11:54:55 GMT -5
Complete darkness is all that can be seen, until a spotlight flashes down on what appears to be a wrestling ring.
Axel Thornstowe is sat on a chair in the ring. He looks incredibly relaxed, and stretches out before he begins to speak.
There are two types of people in this world.
There are people that sit patiently and wait for their opportunities, and there are people who take them.
I used to be the former. But that was, until WFWF Homecoming. When I was in that ring after I lost to Devilkiller, my mind changed. I had an epiphany. I realised that sitting there and waiting for opportunities to come to me wasn't going to get me anywhere. I realised I have to make them for myself.
And that brings me to Shapiro.
All week long, people have been asking me. "Why?" "Why did you do it Axel?" "Why did you attack Shapiro?"
It's simple. I attacked Shapiro for two reasons. A, the fact I don't like him. In fact, I'd go as far as to say I hate him. And, B, the fact that if I take him out, that's one less person in the way of me and the WFWF National Championship, and that's my plan. One by one, starting with Shapiro, I am going to take out every single contender for the National Championship until it's just me and Ante Whitner. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's focus on right now.
Why do I hate Shapiro?
I hate how much of a phoney he is. He comes out here with a false smile, pretending to be happy. But I see right through him. I know that's not who he really is.
I know you have a monster inside of you, and I know that you know you have a monster inside of you. And I also know that you hate that fact.
You hate the fact that you're just like me. You're evil, I'm evil. You're a villain, I'm a villain. You're a monster, I'm a monster. But you know the difference between me and you?
You bottle it all up. I let it flow free. You're ashamed. I'm proud. You don't like it, I love it. You try as hard as you can, every single day, to conceal what you are, and for the better part, you succeed. But, it's like I said at Homecoming.
You can't cage the beast forever. I know that every once in a while, you have little episodes of rage. I know that there are times when you just can't control yourself anymore. You try as hard as you can, but the fury overpowers you, and it takes over your body. It becomes you. You become it. And for those little moments in time, you embody the monster that's inside the darkest pits of your stomach. But you try again to bottle it all up until the next episode.
Me?
Every single day, I am the monster. I wake up, and I am evil. I look in the mirror, and I see a poisonous, malevolent, sick, dark, twisted life form. I don't have 'episodes'. I am always the physical embodiment of the monster. What lies inside.. no. In fact, it doesn't lie inside. It is me. After so many years of torment, suffering, and torture, the monster has become me. And I prove that each and every single time I hurt another person. And that brings me to Big Trouble In Little Seattle.
Stan McMann.
I'm going to be upfront and honest with you here, Stanley.
I think you're a joke. I also think that you are a parody of wrestling. You come out here with your mustache, your tree, and your beef jerky, and act like a douchebag. I don't buy into your little game like all these fans do. I don't think you're funny, and I don't think you're clever, either. This whole thing is a joke. A joke. You wanna know the punchline?
There is no punchline. The joke ends at Big Trouble In Little Seattle, when I drive your head into the mat, choke the life out of you, and beat you like the bitch you really are.
The light turns off.
Axel Thornstowe is sat on a chair in the ring. He looks incredibly relaxed, and stretches out before he begins to speak.
There are two types of people in this world.
There are people that sit patiently and wait for their opportunities, and there are people who take them.
I used to be the former. But that was, until WFWF Homecoming. When I was in that ring after I lost to Devilkiller, my mind changed. I had an epiphany. I realised that sitting there and waiting for opportunities to come to me wasn't going to get me anywhere. I realised I have to make them for myself.
And that brings me to Shapiro.
All week long, people have been asking me. "Why?" "Why did you do it Axel?" "Why did you attack Shapiro?"
It's simple. I attacked Shapiro for two reasons. A, the fact I don't like him. In fact, I'd go as far as to say I hate him. And, B, the fact that if I take him out, that's one less person in the way of me and the WFWF National Championship, and that's my plan. One by one, starting with Shapiro, I am going to take out every single contender for the National Championship until it's just me and Ante Whitner. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's focus on right now.
Why do I hate Shapiro?
I hate how much of a phoney he is. He comes out here with a false smile, pretending to be happy. But I see right through him. I know that's not who he really is.
I know you have a monster inside of you, and I know that you know you have a monster inside of you. And I also know that you hate that fact.
You hate the fact that you're just like me. You're evil, I'm evil. You're a villain, I'm a villain. You're a monster, I'm a monster. But you know the difference between me and you?
You bottle it all up. I let it flow free. You're ashamed. I'm proud. You don't like it, I love it. You try as hard as you can, every single day, to conceal what you are, and for the better part, you succeed. But, it's like I said at Homecoming.
You can't cage the beast forever. I know that every once in a while, you have little episodes of rage. I know that there are times when you just can't control yourself anymore. You try as hard as you can, but the fury overpowers you, and it takes over your body. It becomes you. You become it. And for those little moments in time, you embody the monster that's inside the darkest pits of your stomach. But you try again to bottle it all up until the next episode.
Me?
Every single day, I am the monster. I wake up, and I am evil. I look in the mirror, and I see a poisonous, malevolent, sick, dark, twisted life form. I don't have 'episodes'. I am always the physical embodiment of the monster. What lies inside.. no. In fact, it doesn't lie inside. It is me. After so many years of torment, suffering, and torture, the monster has become me. And I prove that each and every single time I hurt another person. And that brings me to Big Trouble In Little Seattle.
Stan McMann.
I'm going to be upfront and honest with you here, Stanley.
I think you're a joke. I also think that you are a parody of wrestling. You come out here with your mustache, your tree, and your beef jerky, and act like a douchebag. I don't buy into your little game like all these fans do. I don't think you're funny, and I don't think you're clever, either. This whole thing is a joke. A joke. You wanna know the punchline?
There is no punchline. The joke ends at Big Trouble In Little Seattle, when I drive your head into the mat, choke the life out of you, and beat you like the bitch you really are.
The light turns off.