Post by Swarm on Mar 14, 2008 14:22:22 GMT -5
”I have always considered myself to be merciful. When I was a child, I refused to extinguish even the smallest, most insignificant form of life, be it an insect or any other. As I have grown older and wiser, I still possess the caution and sympathy I exhibited at my youth. This has never been for myself, a guarantee for heaven or anything of that nature. It’s simply hardwired into my cerebellum, injected into my instinctual nature. You see, throughout our lives we all have the chance to do great and horrible things. From the womb we are allowed those two simple but highly consequential options with the rest of our lives. Hell, Adolph Hitler was an artist before he murdered millions of people. It really goes down to the essence of creation and destruction; The alpha and the omega. Most people, normal people anyway, end up snuffing these difficult decisions by leading mediocre lives of no discernable consequence. But the leaders, the warriors, the greats, the powerful… They’re the ones forced to make the hard decisions. I am a man of power. With that power, I do possess the choice between creation and destruction, great and horrible, alpha and omega. What you ask me to do here today… Would be pulling the wings off of a fly, the legs off of a spider. And while I am not god fearing, I refuse to fall with the wicked.”
There is a short but noticeable pause, vanquished by the words of another.
“And why exactly is that?”
We hear a small chuckle from the first man, followed by his words.
“Because even the wicked get worse than they deserve."
With these words we find ourselves in a barren wasteland. Sand and dust scatter across the plateau, no noticeable change in terrain for miles. The winds are strong, pulling us one way and swaying us another at the same moment. This feeling of internal separation is met only by the dry, hot air choking our lungs. Still, we move forward, it becoming clearer and clearer that we are in a state of consistent motion. We hear the sound of an engine struggling across the desert, the tires colliding with the sand, the breaks desperately trying to cling to the earth. It is only now that we hear a voice we truly recognize, that of Matthew Werner.
Matthew Werner: I’m starting to think you don’t know where we’re going.
His statement is met with a slight pause, finally being responded to by one Alex Sean.
Alex Sean: What would possibly give you that idea?
Matthew Werner: I’m pretty sure we’ve passed by that dune before.
Alex Sean: They all look the same Matthew, just relax, we’re almost there.
A comfortable silence is met between both and we continue our journey. Only now has it occurred to us that we seem to be driving close to the dead of night. The sky is constantly changing, going from it’s murky, watercolor blue to a dark, reddish purple. After only a few moments, however, we hear the harsh jerk of breaks.
Alex Sean: We’re here.
Sean and Werner step out of the vehicle, a small jeep clearly not built for this kind of traveling, and walk as close as ten feet ahead of where they stepped out.
Matthew Werner: You sure this is the right spot?
We see Sean crouch down, resting on the back of his ankles, and begin to brush sand off a small bump in the terrain. Before we can really begin to notice the red folder rolled up in Sean’s back pocket, from underneath the sand is revealed the remnants of a small campfire, the metal lip of what looks to be a mailbox resting on the outer left ridge.
Matthew Werner: We’ll I’ll be damned.
Alex Sean: I need a few minutes to myself.
Matthew Werner: What the hell?
A year and a half ago Werner would have dreamt to merely come along for a ride with Alex Sean. Now, he questions his every decision.
Alex Sean: Excuse me?
Matthew Werner: Why did you ask me along if you were going to drive and then tell me to leave when you got here?
Alex Sean: Camel spiders.
Matthew Werner: What?
Alex Sean: Incase I got bit by one or something. It’s more common than you think.
Matthew Werner: Maybe… in Iraq. We’re Death Valley.
Alex Sean: … I guess you may have a point there.
Matthew Werner: I’m just thinking, what are you doing here?
This is almost the same question he was asked by DGX not so long ago, and Sean has still yet to find a definitive answer.
Alex Sean: You remember the night we came out here?
Matthew Werner: Yeah for sure.
Alex Sean: Well, that night both EBR and I spoke of and to one another about the past, our history. I’ve built half of my career off of my legacy. But see, the truth is, what’s done is done. The past is remembered but never relived. That way of thinking, the reliving and retelling of my legacy, has made me too many enemies and offered me too little. I am here, Matthew, to burn the past. Because what’s done is done Matthew, what’s done is done.
Matthew Werner: Is that what that is? The folder, is that the past you speak of?
There is a long pause before Sean responds.
Alex Sean: More or less.
Werner, seemingly satisfied with that answer, gives Sean a slight, likely unnoticed nod and walks back towards the jeep. It is with Werner’s exit that Sean can speak freely.
Alex Sean: It seems like every time I come back here, every time I’m about to step foot in a WFWF ring, I’m giving this same history lesson. I talk about the matches, the feuds, the alliances and the friendships. I talk about all the trials and tribulations I had to go through to get here. I run down the significant to the truly mundane. This has never been, in essence, for my ego or self promotion in any way. At least, I’ve never looked at it like that. No, you see, this is truly and utterly self preservation. It took a lot of effort to get where I am today, and a lot of people’s lives have been sacrificed for me to be who I am today. See most of you guys, you don’t understand this because you’ve never been in my position. It’s like, every time I come back I’m faced with a whole new crop of young talent. Most of these guys, to be honest, know of me but have never witnessed what I am capable of. My legacy in that locker room has been turned into hushed conversation when I walk by, small whispering behind my back, that sort of that. So I’ve always looked at it as self preservation in the truest, most undiluted sense of the term.
Sean reaches into his back pocket, removing the folder, and drops it onto the campfire.
Alex Sean: But you see, I’m not infallible. We all mistakes, and the best of us can live up to them. I’m one of those people, I can live up to my mistakes. See, in the year and a half I was away I had a lot of time to think. I thought a lot about The Anointed, my legacy, my future, all of those things. I’ve come to realize that maybe I have been going about things the wrong way. I can admit it. Maybe The Anointed’s mission wasn’t necessarily the best way of going about it. In all my time stepping in and out of that company, I never really stopped to think that maybe I was the one breeding all the hostility in the first place. I can accept that, but what people don’t get is that my intentions were always true and pure. I didn’t start my revolution for accolades or wins, I didn’t bring in The Anointed for reputation, I truly wanted to help a company I helped create. Still, hindsight’s 20/20, and I will always accept responsibility for my actions.
Once again Sean reaches for a pocket, this time pulling out a small, Bic lighter.
Alex Sean: But aside from all that, I do have a match this week. It’s interesting, with all this talk about the past, that I’m facing someone who has more experience than most of the WFWF roster. Wez may not be the greatest, but I’ll tell you what, I truly admire his tenacity. Here’s someone, for better or worse, who has withstood the test of time. Five years I’ve known this guy, and still he keeps at it. It’s admirable to an extent. I say that because, I mean let’s face it, if I were in his position and had been competing as long as he has and accomplished as little as he’s accomplished in all of that time, I’d probably rethink my priorities.
Sean lets out a small laugh, before composing himself.
Alex Sean: But all mockery aside, I’ll tell you honestly, I feel bad for you Wez. I feel bad because of the position that you have been placed in. See, you probably look at this as the opportunity of a lifetime. You get the chance to step in the ring against a Hall of Famer, a legend, an icon, and you get to make your name at his expense. But let’s be honest, we both know that’s not what this is. We both know that’s not why you’re here. It all goes back to value. I am Alex Sean, the greatest of all time, a true asset to this company. You, on the other hand, are Wez. And I’m pretty sure you haven’t been above the fourth match on a Pay-Per-View in five years. I am someone of value, and you are someone of convenience. I am in this match to do what I do best, and that’s win. You, on the other hand, are to do what you do best, and that’s to lose. I mean, look at it logically; You think this company invested their faith in me again, put me in the main event, so I could come in after a year and a half and lose? I doubt it. You’re here for one thing and one thing only, and that’s to make me look good. And it’s a shame, and it’s unfair. But one thing over the course of your lackluster life that you’ve probably learned better than almost anybody is that, at the end of the day, life isn’t fair. It doesn’t matter what you do or how long you’ve done it, if you’re not the best, you might as well be the worst. But at least against me, you can guarantee that you’ll lose to someone that’s earned it. You can bank on this match being one where you weren’t beaten by a rookie, or by someone who’s been handed everything, you’re facing the archetype, you’re facing the greatest, and you’re facing the constant. You’re facing the one guy that, since this company was born, has remained. Past all of the greats, past all of the big names, I have remained. I have outlasted them all, from Frost to ZMaster, every single one has fallen at my wake. And now before you is a man who stands alone, towering above the rest as the alpha and omega, as the archetype, as the constant, as the one true anointed son of the WFWF.
With these last words Sean lights the edge of the red folder, quickly igniting it with flames. As the ashes fall and flames consume, we feel the warm glow of the fire and are lapsed into finality.
There is a short but noticeable pause, vanquished by the words of another.
“And why exactly is that?”
We hear a small chuckle from the first man, followed by his words.
“Because even the wicked get worse than they deserve."
With these words we find ourselves in a barren wasteland. Sand and dust scatter across the plateau, no noticeable change in terrain for miles. The winds are strong, pulling us one way and swaying us another at the same moment. This feeling of internal separation is met only by the dry, hot air choking our lungs. Still, we move forward, it becoming clearer and clearer that we are in a state of consistent motion. We hear the sound of an engine struggling across the desert, the tires colliding with the sand, the breaks desperately trying to cling to the earth. It is only now that we hear a voice we truly recognize, that of Matthew Werner.
Matthew Werner: I’m starting to think you don’t know where we’re going.
His statement is met with a slight pause, finally being responded to by one Alex Sean.
Alex Sean: What would possibly give you that idea?
Matthew Werner: I’m pretty sure we’ve passed by that dune before.
Alex Sean: They all look the same Matthew, just relax, we’re almost there.
A comfortable silence is met between both and we continue our journey. Only now has it occurred to us that we seem to be driving close to the dead of night. The sky is constantly changing, going from it’s murky, watercolor blue to a dark, reddish purple. After only a few moments, however, we hear the harsh jerk of breaks.
Alex Sean: We’re here.
Sean and Werner step out of the vehicle, a small jeep clearly not built for this kind of traveling, and walk as close as ten feet ahead of where they stepped out.
Matthew Werner: You sure this is the right spot?
We see Sean crouch down, resting on the back of his ankles, and begin to brush sand off a small bump in the terrain. Before we can really begin to notice the red folder rolled up in Sean’s back pocket, from underneath the sand is revealed the remnants of a small campfire, the metal lip of what looks to be a mailbox resting on the outer left ridge.
Matthew Werner: We’ll I’ll be damned.
Alex Sean: I need a few minutes to myself.
Matthew Werner: What the hell?
A year and a half ago Werner would have dreamt to merely come along for a ride with Alex Sean. Now, he questions his every decision.
Alex Sean: Excuse me?
Matthew Werner: Why did you ask me along if you were going to drive and then tell me to leave when you got here?
Alex Sean: Camel spiders.
Matthew Werner: What?
Alex Sean: Incase I got bit by one or something. It’s more common than you think.
Matthew Werner: Maybe… in Iraq. We’re Death Valley.
Alex Sean: … I guess you may have a point there.
Matthew Werner: I’m just thinking, what are you doing here?
This is almost the same question he was asked by DGX not so long ago, and Sean has still yet to find a definitive answer.
Alex Sean: You remember the night we came out here?
Matthew Werner: Yeah for sure.
Alex Sean: Well, that night both EBR and I spoke of and to one another about the past, our history. I’ve built half of my career off of my legacy. But see, the truth is, what’s done is done. The past is remembered but never relived. That way of thinking, the reliving and retelling of my legacy, has made me too many enemies and offered me too little. I am here, Matthew, to burn the past. Because what’s done is done Matthew, what’s done is done.
Matthew Werner: Is that what that is? The folder, is that the past you speak of?
There is a long pause before Sean responds.
Alex Sean: More or less.
Werner, seemingly satisfied with that answer, gives Sean a slight, likely unnoticed nod and walks back towards the jeep. It is with Werner’s exit that Sean can speak freely.
Alex Sean: It seems like every time I come back here, every time I’m about to step foot in a WFWF ring, I’m giving this same history lesson. I talk about the matches, the feuds, the alliances and the friendships. I talk about all the trials and tribulations I had to go through to get here. I run down the significant to the truly mundane. This has never been, in essence, for my ego or self promotion in any way. At least, I’ve never looked at it like that. No, you see, this is truly and utterly self preservation. It took a lot of effort to get where I am today, and a lot of people’s lives have been sacrificed for me to be who I am today. See most of you guys, you don’t understand this because you’ve never been in my position. It’s like, every time I come back I’m faced with a whole new crop of young talent. Most of these guys, to be honest, know of me but have never witnessed what I am capable of. My legacy in that locker room has been turned into hushed conversation when I walk by, small whispering behind my back, that sort of that. So I’ve always looked at it as self preservation in the truest, most undiluted sense of the term.
Sean reaches into his back pocket, removing the folder, and drops it onto the campfire.
Alex Sean: But you see, I’m not infallible. We all mistakes, and the best of us can live up to them. I’m one of those people, I can live up to my mistakes. See, in the year and a half I was away I had a lot of time to think. I thought a lot about The Anointed, my legacy, my future, all of those things. I’ve come to realize that maybe I have been going about things the wrong way. I can admit it. Maybe The Anointed’s mission wasn’t necessarily the best way of going about it. In all my time stepping in and out of that company, I never really stopped to think that maybe I was the one breeding all the hostility in the first place. I can accept that, but what people don’t get is that my intentions were always true and pure. I didn’t start my revolution for accolades or wins, I didn’t bring in The Anointed for reputation, I truly wanted to help a company I helped create. Still, hindsight’s 20/20, and I will always accept responsibility for my actions.
Once again Sean reaches for a pocket, this time pulling out a small, Bic lighter.
Alex Sean: But aside from all that, I do have a match this week. It’s interesting, with all this talk about the past, that I’m facing someone who has more experience than most of the WFWF roster. Wez may not be the greatest, but I’ll tell you what, I truly admire his tenacity. Here’s someone, for better or worse, who has withstood the test of time. Five years I’ve known this guy, and still he keeps at it. It’s admirable to an extent. I say that because, I mean let’s face it, if I were in his position and had been competing as long as he has and accomplished as little as he’s accomplished in all of that time, I’d probably rethink my priorities.
Sean lets out a small laugh, before composing himself.
Alex Sean: But all mockery aside, I’ll tell you honestly, I feel bad for you Wez. I feel bad because of the position that you have been placed in. See, you probably look at this as the opportunity of a lifetime. You get the chance to step in the ring against a Hall of Famer, a legend, an icon, and you get to make your name at his expense. But let’s be honest, we both know that’s not what this is. We both know that’s not why you’re here. It all goes back to value. I am Alex Sean, the greatest of all time, a true asset to this company. You, on the other hand, are Wez. And I’m pretty sure you haven’t been above the fourth match on a Pay-Per-View in five years. I am someone of value, and you are someone of convenience. I am in this match to do what I do best, and that’s win. You, on the other hand, are to do what you do best, and that’s to lose. I mean, look at it logically; You think this company invested their faith in me again, put me in the main event, so I could come in after a year and a half and lose? I doubt it. You’re here for one thing and one thing only, and that’s to make me look good. And it’s a shame, and it’s unfair. But one thing over the course of your lackluster life that you’ve probably learned better than almost anybody is that, at the end of the day, life isn’t fair. It doesn’t matter what you do or how long you’ve done it, if you’re not the best, you might as well be the worst. But at least against me, you can guarantee that you’ll lose to someone that’s earned it. You can bank on this match being one where you weren’t beaten by a rookie, or by someone who’s been handed everything, you’re facing the archetype, you’re facing the greatest, and you’re facing the constant. You’re facing the one guy that, since this company was born, has remained. Past all of the greats, past all of the big names, I have remained. I have outlasted them all, from Frost to ZMaster, every single one has fallen at my wake. And now before you is a man who stands alone, towering above the rest as the alpha and omega, as the archetype, as the constant, as the one true anointed son of the WFWF.
With these last words Sean lights the edge of the red folder, quickly igniting it with flames. As the ashes fall and flames consume, we feel the warm glow of the fire and are lapsed into finality.
