Post by Level-Two on Aug 25, 2012 20:53:34 GMT -4
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Kurt Noble please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Kurt Noble please stand up?
Chris Hart...
We're gonna have a problem here..
One will kill you!
It was in the early morning hours of Saturday, august 18h, 2012 that a man stumbled into a police station wearing a sweater a size too big for him. His eyes, dark and empty carried body bags underneath them. In his sleep deprived state the man emptied out his pockets into a plastic bin and walked through the metal detector that was as silent as his approach.
And then he said, ''I murdered a man.''
A pale face looked back at him through a bullet proof glass, her voice cracking under the intense pressure she was under. ''Excuse me sir?''
''I am here to turn myself in!'' he snapped suddenly, clearly a sign of his disturbed mental state. ''My name is Lester Only and I am guilty of the murder of Chris Hart.''
Before he could finish his sentence he felt the cuffs wrap themselves around his wrists tightly to which he offered no resistance at all. In fact, he breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the click.
However, perhaps the most disturbing thing of all is that we didn't even realize it was him the second he walked through the front doors.
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Kurt Noble please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Kurt Noble please stand up?
Chris Hart...
We're gonna have a problem here..
One will kill you!
It was in the early morning hours of Saturday, august 18h, 2012 that a man stumbled into a police station wearing a sweater a size too big for him. His eyes, dark and empty carried body bags underneath them. In his sleep deprived state the man emptied out his pockets into a plastic bin and walked through the metal detector that was as silent as his approach.
And then he said, ''I murdered a man.''
A pale face looked back at him through a bullet proof glass, her voice cracking under the intense pressure she was under. ''Excuse me sir?''
''I am here to turn myself in!'' he snapped suddenly, clearly a sign of his disturbed mental state. ''My name is Lester Only and I am guilty of the murder of Chris Hart.''
Before he could finish his sentence he felt the cuffs wrap themselves around his wrists tightly to which he offered no resistance at all. In fact, he breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the click.
However, perhaps the most disturbing thing of all is that we didn't even realize it was him the second he walked through the front doors.
Oh, how far our greats have fallen.
As he sat in the interrogation room he was plagued with childhood memories he thought he had long ago repressed.
''You aren't worth shit!'' His own mother once told him as she held a wooden spoon, the closest weapon in reach. ''You are either going to end up dead or locked up in jail like your no good for nothing father, get the fuck out of my house!''
His crime? Watching an episode of EWC Monday night Brawl, the first of the companies show – she ripped the cord right out of the wall.
''What!?'' She continued. ''Are you going to hit me, tough guy!? Hit me, I fucking dare you! You can go join your piece of shit father in prison, you little shit!''
The interrogator said snapping Lester out of his trance as he casually walked into the room with a file in hand dropping it lifelessly onto the table. ''The name is Jimmy Staten - where do we start Mr. Only?''
''Well, I killed a man.'' Lester flatly stated staring at the man's old worn facial features. ''The end.''
''So, that's it?'' Jimmy the interrogator pressed on. ''Surely there is more to this story. How did it happen, WHY did you kill Chris Hart?''
''Your the guy that helped lock away my father, aren't you Jimmy?'' Lester asked the second he came upon the revelation.
''No, Mr. Only I ask the questions...'' Jimmy Staten said firmly before he felt his windpipe being crushed by Lester's death grip around his throat.
''Have you ever watched someone die, Jimmy?'' Lester spoke in a cold and calculated tone as Jimmy the interrogator's face became a disturbing tone of red, his eyes protruding out of it's respective sockets. ''I have and it was my very own father and you helped murdered him in a fucking chair.''
''Well, I believe we all get our justice one day, Jimmy.'' As Jimmy turned purple, he squeezed even harder. ''Today, he gets his. I owe my father this.''
Moments later the door is swung open and Lester Only is charged by several armed guards and taken to the floor after beat with batons for his attempt made on the life of Jimmy Staten, an investigator with the police force for over 40 years.
''You aren't worth shit!'' His own mother once told him as she held a wooden spoon, the closest weapon in reach. ''You are either going to end up dead or locked up in jail like your no good for nothing father, get the fuck out of my house!''
His crime? Watching an episode of EWC Monday night Brawl, the first of the companies show – she ripped the cord right out of the wall.
''What!?'' She continued. ''Are you going to hit me, tough guy!? Hit me, I fucking dare you! You can go join your piece of shit father in prison, you little shit!''
''Like father like son, huh?''
The interrogator said snapping Lester out of his trance as he casually walked into the room with a file in hand dropping it lifelessly onto the table. ''The name is Jimmy Staten - where do we start Mr. Only?''
''Well, I killed a man.'' Lester flatly stated staring at the man's old worn facial features. ''The end.''
''So, that's it?'' Jimmy the interrogator pressed on. ''Surely there is more to this story. How did it happen, WHY did you kill Chris Hart?''
''Your the guy that helped lock away my father, aren't you Jimmy?'' Lester asked the second he came upon the revelation.
''No, Mr. Only I ask the questions...'' Jimmy Staten said firmly before he felt his windpipe being crushed by Lester's death grip around his throat.
''Have you ever watched someone die, Jimmy?'' Lester spoke in a cold and calculated tone as Jimmy the interrogator's face became a disturbing tone of red, his eyes protruding out of it's respective sockets. ''I have and it was my very own father and you helped murdered him in a fucking chair.''
''Well, I believe we all get our justice one day, Jimmy.'' As Jimmy turned purple, he squeezed even harder. ''Today, he gets his. I owe my father this.''
Moments later the door is swung open and Lester Only is charged by several armed guards and taken to the floor after beat with batons for his attempt made on the life of Jimmy Staten, an investigator with the police force for over 40 years.
Welcome to the show.
You're the star witness in the death sentence of an era.
You're the star witness in the death sentence of an era.
''Sir, there are no obituaries under the name Chris Hart in this city. Upon further investigation, Chris Hart is currently preparing for a wrestling match against, Lester Only...'' a secretary explains to the police chief.
''So essentially Mr. Only has confessed to a crime he didn't commit?'' The police chief asked himself out loud. ''We need a mental evaluation on this kid, stat. I want you to contact Mr. Only friends, family and every girlfriend he's ever had!''
Meanwhile, Lester Only is on the phone with Violet LeWinter – one of the major talking heads of the Sindicate.
''Lester what the hell do you mean your in jail!?'' Violet exclaimed. ''Are you nuts!? Felipe is going to kill you! You have a match against Chris Hart a week from now!''
''What do you mean?'' He asked before stating matter of factually. ''I killed Chris Hart last night.''
''No, he's alive!'' Violet insisted. ''And he's still going through with the match even though the APW and his doctors have advised against it!''
Lester took a pause, a long pause.
''Lester!?'' Violet urged. ''Lester, are you there!?''
The old shaky voice pounced upon him once again. He slowly placed the phone onto it's receiver and turned to face Jimmy Staten who had been accompanied by two arm prison guards. Jimmy Staten nodded at the two guards to let him face his attacker man to man.
''And although you tried to kill me, I'd hate to be the reason why another innocent man loses his freedom.'' Jimmy Staten explained to Lester Only.
''I am no innocent.'' Lester whispered to him harshly, rubbing a bruise on his own face. ''I am as guilty as you are.''
''As true as it maybe there will be reprieve for all of us who want it, Mr. Only.'' Jimmy Staten explained as he handed him a bible and once again emphasized, ''All of us.''
''You'll regret this, you'll regret the day you didn't lock me up in prison for what I did to you ... or what I am going to do to Chris Hart!'''he threatened.
''I believe in the Justice delivered by the hands of a god, Mr. Only.'' Jimmy Staten said with a slight grin on his face. ''And I owe your father this.''
''So essentially Mr. Only has confessed to a crime he didn't commit?'' The police chief asked himself out loud. ''We need a mental evaluation on this kid, stat. I want you to contact Mr. Only friends, family and every girlfriend he's ever had!''
Meanwhile, Lester Only is on the phone with Violet LeWinter – one of the major talking heads of the Sindicate.
''Lester what the hell do you mean your in jail!?'' Violet exclaimed. ''Are you nuts!? Felipe is going to kill you! You have a match against Chris Hart a week from now!''
''What do you mean?'' He asked before stating matter of factually. ''I killed Chris Hart last night.''
''No, he's alive!'' Violet insisted. ''And he's still going through with the match even though the APW and his doctors have advised against it!''
Lester took a pause, a long pause.
''Lester!?'' Violet urged. ''Lester, are you there!?''
''You are a lucky man, Mr. Only.''
The old shaky voice pounced upon him once again. He slowly placed the phone onto it's receiver and turned to face Jimmy Staten who had been accompanied by two arm prison guards. Jimmy Staten nodded at the two guards to let him face his attacker man to man.
''And although you tried to kill me, I'd hate to be the reason why another innocent man loses his freedom.'' Jimmy Staten explained to Lester Only.
''I am no innocent.'' Lester whispered to him harshly, rubbing a bruise on his own face. ''I am as guilty as you are.''
''As true as it maybe there will be reprieve for all of us who want it, Mr. Only.'' Jimmy Staten explained as he handed him a bible and once again emphasized, ''All of us.''
''You'll regret this, you'll regret the day you didn't lock me up in prison for what I did to you ... or what I am going to do to Chris Hart!'''he threatened.
''I believe in the Justice delivered by the hands of a god, Mr. Only.'' Jimmy Staten said with a slight grin on his face. ''And I owe your father this.''
Faith – do you believe in Level-One?
The following day all charges on Level-One were dropped but it wasn't the end of his battles. As a result of his mental breakdown he was ordered by the recommendation of law enforcement officials that he pass a mental exam by a state certified therapist before he could legally compete in another sanctioned wrestling match by the athletic commission.
''Is that everything, Mr. Only?'' The therapist asked him as she finished writing several pages of notes – her hand as sore as his ego.
''No!'' He insisted. ''I want to tell you how I am going to kill him.''
''Excuse me?'' She asked her jaw dropping in the process. ''Lester, we can help you get through your anger and all this hate you harbour...''
''You can't change me you stupid bitch!'' He boldly declared leaving her taken aback. ''This man – Kurt Noble he will pay for what he has taken from me when I murder his best friend and throw his guilt on his eulogy.''
''Sir, as it stands you won't be wrestling anyone for a very, very long time.'' The therapist stated firmly, much to her own regret.
''Who says so, you?!?'' He said as he leaned forward point in her face. ''Fuck you! I am not crazy, I am not the one with the problems, Kurt Noble is! He's ruined my life. I lost my girlfriend, my friends and now he is sending his henchmen in pink to take my career! If he would just give me what I want – I wouldn't have to do everything in my power to forcefully take it away from him! IT'S HIS FAULT!''
''Sir, we're done here...'' The therapist said as she stood up but Lester was even quicker as he put a hand on her shoulder.
''No, no we aren't.'' He asserted forcing her to take a seat. ''What I am about to do Chris Hart at Shockwave is nothing more then self defence, lady! Kurt Noble is out to ruin my entire life and he's sent the hit man, Chris Hart out to harm me. If Chris Hart defeats me, I won't have a career anymore and without a career, I can't feed my kids and if I can't feed my kids, I am a man that doesn't deserve to live in this plain of existence anymore. Chris Hart is attacking my entire family and I have the RIGHT no the DUTY to protect myself and my family by any means necessary, included but not limited to – death.''
Lester plucked the notepad out of her hands.
''So, you can take your little notes and try to judge me because you think by reading a few psychology books you have me all figured out. Fuck your diagnosis. There isn't another human being on earth like me and if so, I DARE you to find them!'' Lester said before dropping the notepad back into her lap. ''I am going to kill Chris Hart and there isn't anything you or anyone else can do about it.''
''You underestimate the power of the law, Mr. Only.'' The therapist said sharply – standing her ground to the much bigger and larger Level-One.
''And you underestimate the power of human nature.'' His response came promptly, it was cold and inhumane.
''We'll see about that.'' She said.
''You'll close your eyes.'' He mocked. ''And you'll close them very tight because for once in your life your going to realize there is no diagnosis for a sane man who just wants to watch the whole world burn... slow.''
''Is that everything, Mr. Only?'' The therapist asked him as she finished writing several pages of notes – her hand as sore as his ego.
''No!'' He insisted. ''I want to tell you how I am going to kill him.''
''Excuse me?'' She asked her jaw dropping in the process. ''Lester, we can help you get through your anger and all this hate you harbour...''
''You can't change me you stupid bitch!'' He boldly declared leaving her taken aback. ''This man – Kurt Noble he will pay for what he has taken from me when I murder his best friend and throw his guilt on his eulogy.''
''Sir, as it stands you won't be wrestling anyone for a very, very long time.'' The therapist stated firmly, much to her own regret.
''Who says so, you?!?'' He said as he leaned forward point in her face. ''Fuck you! I am not crazy, I am not the one with the problems, Kurt Noble is! He's ruined my life. I lost my girlfriend, my friends and now he is sending his henchmen in pink to take my career! If he would just give me what I want – I wouldn't have to do everything in my power to forcefully take it away from him! IT'S HIS FAULT!''
''Sir, we're done here...'' The therapist said as she stood up but Lester was even quicker as he put a hand on her shoulder.
''No, no we aren't.'' He asserted forcing her to take a seat. ''What I am about to do Chris Hart at Shockwave is nothing more then self defence, lady! Kurt Noble is out to ruin my entire life and he's sent the hit man, Chris Hart out to harm me. If Chris Hart defeats me, I won't have a career anymore and without a career, I can't feed my kids and if I can't feed my kids, I am a man that doesn't deserve to live in this plain of existence anymore. Chris Hart is attacking my entire family and I have the RIGHT no the DUTY to protect myself and my family by any means necessary, included but not limited to – death.''
Lester plucked the notepad out of her hands.
''So, you can take your little notes and try to judge me because you think by reading a few psychology books you have me all figured out. Fuck your diagnosis. There isn't another human being on earth like me and if so, I DARE you to find them!'' Lester said before dropping the notepad back into her lap. ''I am going to kill Chris Hart and there isn't anything you or anyone else can do about it.''
''You underestimate the power of the law, Mr. Only.'' The therapist said sharply – standing her ground to the much bigger and larger Level-One.
''And you underestimate the power of human nature.'' His response came promptly, it was cold and inhumane.
''We'll see about that.'' She said.
''You'll close your eyes.'' He mocked. ''And you'll close them very tight because for once in your life your going to realize there is no diagnosis for a sane man who just wants to watch the whole world burn... slow.''
He lit the match.
''My mother always said, I'd up like this.'' He said sitting in the lobby of the psych ward under police supervision.
''It doesn't have to be like this.'' Violet pleaded. ''We can get out of this, we can turn it around and never look back.''
''You're a liar.'' He said flatly.
''I am your friend.'' Violet insisted. ''Listen, between me and you: it's my job to act emotionless and uncaring but it's for the greater cause. That's what Felipe expects from me but all this? It isn't worth it.''
''Then go on, Violet.'' Lester said with a forced tone. ''Do the right thing and throw in the towel, forget that this match between me and Chris was ever supposed to happen.''
''I... I can't do that.'' Violet said in a defeated tone. ''I'm sorry but I spent the last day trying to find you the best lawyers in the country...''
''Oh, well that's nice.'' Lester said with a fake tone of excitement. ''You're not going to try to talk me out of killing a man but how to do so and get away with it. Who needs an enemy when I have a friend like you...''
''Lester that is not what I...''
''Save it, Violet.'' Lester said as he got up and walked away from Violet. ''See you at Shockwave.''
''It doesn't have to be like this.'' Violet pleaded. ''We can get out of this, we can turn it around and never look back.''
''You're a liar.'' He said flatly.
''I am your friend.'' Violet insisted. ''Listen, between me and you: it's my job to act emotionless and uncaring but it's for the greater cause. That's what Felipe expects from me but all this? It isn't worth it.''
''Then go on, Violet.'' Lester said with a forced tone. ''Do the right thing and throw in the towel, forget that this match between me and Chris was ever supposed to happen.''
''I... I can't do that.'' Violet said in a defeated tone. ''I'm sorry but I spent the last day trying to find you the best lawyers in the country...''
''Oh, well that's nice.'' Lester said with a fake tone of excitement. ''You're not going to try to talk me out of killing a man but how to do so and get away with it. Who needs an enemy when I have a friend like you...''
''Lester that is not what I...''
''Save it, Violet.'' Lester said as he got up and walked away from Violet. ''See you at Shockwave.''
We're human and we're all fucked up, most of us just don't know it yet.
One day, you'll know it too.
One day, you'll know it too.
On that day, Violet grabbed a brief case filled with cash and walked out the front door. It was an act of kindness Lester himself would never know about and one Violet herself would never be able to live down after being scolded by her superior, Felipe DeLoren for failure to close the deal.
And yet, fate would have it's way.
''Mr. Jeffery? My name is Dr. Mummery. Yes, we got back the results on one of your employees, Lester Only? Yes, we can confirm that he completed his mental health check up and as a result has been cleared to compete this weekend on August, 26th, 2012. No, thank you sir. Take care.''
''What the heck was that?'' The therapist asked him as he hung up the phone. ''Doctor, you know as well as I do that Lester Only failed that exam miserably, he isn't fit to compete.''
''I respect your professional opinion but I am afraid it has no bearing on this specific case.'' Dr. Mummery explained.
''Sir, that is nonsense! What type of pay offs did you accept!?''
Dr. Mummery smiled. ''Pay offs? I wish. These guys work for the wrestling industry, their business model strives off of hiring the most insane, deranged, sociopathic individuals this world has ever had the displeasure of seeing.'' The Doc continued. ''Hell, even their heroes are no better – that Kurt Noble guy, he even snubbed my six year old daughter of an autograph before. Scary thing is, she wants to become one of these guys growing up, can you believe that?''
''So, what was the entire point of the exam?''
''The dog and pony show'' Dr. Mummery said before he shrugged his shoulders. ''The law can require these guys to take one but these wrestling promotions have their own lobbies and nobody ever said they had to actually pass.''
''That's a scary thought.''
''Well, this worlds a scary place.'' Dr. Mummery said as an after thought. ''And some men want to watch it all burn.''
And yet, fate would have it's way.
''Mr. Jeffery? My name is Dr. Mummery. Yes, we got back the results on one of your employees, Lester Only? Yes, we can confirm that he completed his mental health check up and as a result has been cleared to compete this weekend on August, 26th, 2012. No, thank you sir. Take care.''
''What the heck was that?'' The therapist asked him as he hung up the phone. ''Doctor, you know as well as I do that Lester Only failed that exam miserably, he isn't fit to compete.''
''I respect your professional opinion but I am afraid it has no bearing on this specific case.'' Dr. Mummery explained.
''Sir, that is nonsense! What type of pay offs did you accept!?''
Dr. Mummery smiled. ''Pay offs? I wish. These guys work for the wrestling industry, their business model strives off of hiring the most insane, deranged, sociopathic individuals this world has ever had the displeasure of seeing.'' The Doc continued. ''Hell, even their heroes are no better – that Kurt Noble guy, he even snubbed my six year old daughter of an autograph before. Scary thing is, she wants to become one of these guys growing up, can you believe that?''
''So, what was the entire point of the exam?''
''The dog and pony show'' Dr. Mummery said before he shrugged his shoulders. ''The law can require these guys to take one but these wrestling promotions have their own lobbies and nobody ever said they had to actually pass.''
''That's a scary thought.''
''Well, this worlds a scary place.'' Dr. Mummery said as an after thought. ''And some men want to watch it all burn.''
Chris, it's time for you to learn YOUR lesson.
I will fucking kill you, Chris Hart.
I don't need any fancy lead ins nor a thought provoking segway that takes us into why I can't stand you. For starters, I would love nothing more then to permanently wipe that stupid million dollar smile of yours right off your face for some anecdotal evidence that plastic surgery is nothing more then a myth. I want to take your image, the symbol of your mediocre success and I want to turn it into something nasty, something really ugly – I know a play boy like you gets around town but have you ever skull fucked a boot before, Chrissy? I want to hurt you. I hate everything about you and I will spit on the same grounds you stand for they have provided you the foundation to flounder amidst my presence in the name of annoyance.
I've the heard the analysts all week leading up this match. They expect a nice technical bout between the two of us for their viewing pleasure but the truth is there is nothing beautiful for what I have in store for you, Chris. If I tie up your feet and pull them back up over your head, I am not trying to submit you – it means, I am trying to break your back cleanly in half. I don't need three tables, chairs, kerosene and casket ringside to prove a damn thing. Fuck a three count too. I will put you down forever with my bare hands.
And they say, ''We are disappointed!'' They say that they are disappointed as to how I've conducted myself leading up to this match and that maybe this match never got the hype it deserved. And to that I say, wrong again. This match already has too much publicity, it's going to be televised and people are going to actually pay to see it because these fans are sick fucks.
Well here's a fair warning... BUYER BEWARE!
You are not paying to see a wrestling match, you are paying to see a live execution of one of your precious heroes and if you don't get what you pay for then I will donate my entire pay check to a cancer charity in hopes of beating Chris Heart and Kurt Noble in another life. If I can't kill Chris Hart at Shockwave then I will settle for him being confined to a wheel chair for the rest of his life. I wonder who'd win a race? A chair bound Chris Heart or a wobbled one legged Kurt Noble? I'd go with Kurt, he beats Chris is everything else, right? I digress. Point is, anyone purchasing Shockwave is a willing participant to whatever happens to Chris Heart by my hands. I can only speak for myself but I won't lose any sleep, how about the millions of you idiots?
At this point, I'm sure you think I am all talk... that I won't actually murder Chris Heart at Shockwave but ask yourself, what do I have to lose? I am celebrity, I am above the law. If I'm guilty for ''accidentally'' dropping Chris Heart on his neck, I'll MAYBE do a few years at Siberia's old prison– wrestle in the worlds biggest tournament once a year, win the experts title and receive daily blow jobs from the female faculty, that sounds like a vacation to me.
Chris, don't you understand? I don't have anything to lose anymore and you and Kurt Noble are all to blame.
If it wasn't for Kurt Noble, I wouldn't have ever needed the Sindicate to counter act his new rule of tyranny he brought with him to the APW from whatever defunct federation he had helped kill before. If it wasn't for Kurt picking and choosing his opponents himself, I would have received the title shot I deserved and we wouldn't be here today. Furthermore, if you would have minded your own business and let two grown men work out their problems, you wouldn't have aided his act of criminal theft and helped steal my tag team titles... just about the only thing I still I had that I could call mine!
This match between me and you isn't for a title and it isn't even for a number one contendership. Word has it – they are calling it a grudge match but even that description is grossly inaccurate. This is nothing more then a blood sacrifice on the behalf of Kurt Noble. At Shockwave, Kurt Noble will be watching our match very closely and everyone else should, too. He is counting on you Chris. Kurt Noble is holding onto his last vestiges with everything he's got – ready to bite into a cyanide pill before I can close in on him. If you fail him Chris there isn't a doubt in my mind that Terry Marvin will walk out the new undisputed champion not due to any outstanding doings of his own but because Kurt Noble is doing his best duck, duck, goose impression! He would sooner abandon and pawn everything he's stolen from me off on someone else then to allow me take it back with my own power.
Still, I'd alone take the satisfaction of dissecting you live on television and leaving your gut spillage all over Noble's front door step just so I could hear him complain about the mess you made – while Kylie his propaganda specialist can think up ways to manipulating a bunch of idiots into buying more merchandise made in a Chinese sweatshop. I can picture the headline in the papers already...
''Chris Hart dies; donates organs to science and research to cure cancer!''
You know, there's only one reason Kylie isn't hanging onto a stripper pole with a stash of dollar bills stuffed in her snatch and it's because she's much better with her mouth. The fact that the great ''Noble Drive'' empire needs their very own press release agent with a college degree in ''communication of bullshit'' speaks volumes to anyone who bothers to listen. There is nothing you or Kurt wouldn't do to drum up more crowd support like throwing your whore wife's in front of flying steel chairs. I bet you two are going to make out like bandits and split the insurance money before lecturing us all like school children about the importance of sharing. You two are complete class acts, bravo – bravo!
The reality is that Kurt Noble is nothing more then a power hunger tyrant and you're one of his well dressed henchmen born to take a fall. After conspiring and ultimately stealing my tag team titles, you two have done everything you possibly could to kill the division already. Those tag titles mean very little anymore as you've successfully turned them into glorified trophies that makes Kurt Noble ''super duper cool'' in the eyes of ten year old rug rats with bad parents. I mean, Kurt Noble couldn't bother to pull double duty and you were looking forward to having this Sunday off until I reminded you that we had unfinished business – I guess you forgot?
Maybe it was the new found spotlight that affected your eyesight or perhaps you grew a chubby when you watched Johnny Rebel scurry to Asylum like the little rat he is that made you feel ''oh so secure'' but if you had any self awareness you'd give Sally Talfourd a call and ask her about the time I held a fucking grudge, you dupe.
Yeah, Chris... you proved me wrong at Test for the best when you pinned Johnny Rebel squarely in the centre of the ring but you also proved something to me that I always knew deep down – I can only ever trust, myself and even then I am not the utmost trustworthy ally. Chris, the only thing you showed me is that Johnny Rebel is a complacent piece of crap that only joined the Sindicate in hopes of riding my coattails to the top while parroting the definitions of change, rather then actually becoming the change he wanted to see.
Chris, if it is respect you are looking for – you can take a seat next to that bitch Tina Turner compare your bruises with her and then you can call me bobby brown because you will find no such thing called ''R.E.S.P.E.C.T'' around here. While I admit that you aren't a complete push over and I have accepted that you probably will hit me back at least once, I don't see your final destination any other way even if you had the ability to write the ending, Chris.
I know you beating me would be a promoters dream. The fans? They love a good story of an underdog come out on top and I'd even shed a tear for it myself if I had been a better actor – but this time, there will be no fairy tale ending. The betting tables are grossly in my favour and while the return maybe minimal, nobody is losing their house this time around. So, while you embrace your position as an underdog Chris just know that I full intend to bury your bones beneath me until you are one with the asphalt.
You can scream to the hilltops about how bad you want to win this match and prove everyone wrong – but no matter how loud you shout I know for a fact you don't want it more then me. Unlike you, I know how it feels to be on top. Unlike you, I know what it means to call yourself a undisputed champion and I want that feeling again. Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you are loyal – more loyal then Johnny Rebel could ever be to me but that also means you aren't ready nor do you have what it takes to actually turn to Kurt and tell him that he needs to get back to the end of the line or even that your coming to take his title, never mind actually taking it from him.
And that's exactly what this match would do for you if you were able to win, Chris. It would take you from being a mediocre non talent to a top tier talent. You will be expected to preform at the highest levels of this promotion rather then moonlighting in someone else's spotlight. And dare I say it, after Test for the Best you showed me that maybe your content with being Kurt Noble's side kick puppet – assisting him as he cements himself as one of the greats in this business. Perhaps in some twisted way that makes you a better person than me because I rather taste the spoils of an ultimate victory myself rather then allowing ANYONE to relay these feelings week after week to me from their own tongue. However, maybe just maybe that's what separates me from guys like you and you from champions like Kurt Noble. It really is no wonder why we're worlds apart, Chris.
They can say my anger is misdirected all they want but through you, I believe I will find Kurt Noble. I am just as interested as anyone else to see how he repays your undying loyalty, Chris.
I am sure you know the saying #takeonefortheteam better then anyone – but at what point will you realize that Kurt Noble's philosophy is #AllStarNoCoaching? He doesn't care about you, Chris. He never has, never will and his actions last week spoke far louder then any of my words.
Chris, he isn't going to help you out there as I take your last breath – he'll do nothing but bat an eyelash because he has an undisputed championship to defend. You understand that, don't you? In fact, the only way you survive is if I of all people let you. I am the judge, jury, executioner and your Savior...
Chris, I am something like a god.
Whatever happens to you by my hands is out of my hands once you are thrown to the wayside. I fired my lawyers to ensure I am protected in the event I am unjustly carted off to Siberian Prison because the only person that can defend me from all this, is me.
Tonight, I can't say I'll win. If I pin you for three seconds, I lose. If I submit you, I lose. If I am disqualified for beating you after the bell, I lose.
Only when you stop moving, you stop breathing and there isn't a chance in hell your ever going to get back up again do I truly win, Chris.
And when it's all said and done there will be no post match interviews, no blogs, no twitter responses and no official press releases on the matter for my philosophy is very simple to comprehend.
If he dies, he dies.
I don't need any fancy lead ins nor a thought provoking segway that takes us into why I can't stand you. For starters, I would love nothing more then to permanently wipe that stupid million dollar smile of yours right off your face for some anecdotal evidence that plastic surgery is nothing more then a myth. I want to take your image, the symbol of your mediocre success and I want to turn it into something nasty, something really ugly – I know a play boy like you gets around town but have you ever skull fucked a boot before, Chrissy? I want to hurt you. I hate everything about you and I will spit on the same grounds you stand for they have provided you the foundation to flounder amidst my presence in the name of annoyance.
I've the heard the analysts all week leading up this match. They expect a nice technical bout between the two of us for their viewing pleasure but the truth is there is nothing beautiful for what I have in store for you, Chris. If I tie up your feet and pull them back up over your head, I am not trying to submit you – it means, I am trying to break your back cleanly in half. I don't need three tables, chairs, kerosene and casket ringside to prove a damn thing. Fuck a three count too. I will put you down forever with my bare hands.
And they say, ''We are disappointed!'' They say that they are disappointed as to how I've conducted myself leading up to this match and that maybe this match never got the hype it deserved. And to that I say, wrong again. This match already has too much publicity, it's going to be televised and people are going to actually pay to see it because these fans are sick fucks.
Well here's a fair warning... BUYER BEWARE!
You are not paying to see a wrestling match, you are paying to see a live execution of one of your precious heroes and if you don't get what you pay for then I will donate my entire pay check to a cancer charity in hopes of beating Chris Heart and Kurt Noble in another life. If I can't kill Chris Hart at Shockwave then I will settle for him being confined to a wheel chair for the rest of his life. I wonder who'd win a race? A chair bound Chris Heart or a wobbled one legged Kurt Noble? I'd go with Kurt, he beats Chris is everything else, right? I digress. Point is, anyone purchasing Shockwave is a willing participant to whatever happens to Chris Heart by my hands. I can only speak for myself but I won't lose any sleep, how about the millions of you idiots?
At this point, I'm sure you think I am all talk... that I won't actually murder Chris Heart at Shockwave but ask yourself, what do I have to lose? I am celebrity, I am above the law. If I'm guilty for ''accidentally'' dropping Chris Heart on his neck, I'll MAYBE do a few years at Siberia's old prison– wrestle in the worlds biggest tournament once a year, win the experts title and receive daily blow jobs from the female faculty, that sounds like a vacation to me.
Chris, don't you understand? I don't have anything to lose anymore and you and Kurt Noble are all to blame.
If it wasn't for Kurt Noble, I wouldn't have ever needed the Sindicate to counter act his new rule of tyranny he brought with him to the APW from whatever defunct federation he had helped kill before. If it wasn't for Kurt picking and choosing his opponents himself, I would have received the title shot I deserved and we wouldn't be here today. Furthermore, if you would have minded your own business and let two grown men work out their problems, you wouldn't have aided his act of criminal theft and helped steal my tag team titles... just about the only thing I still I had that I could call mine!
This match between me and you isn't for a title and it isn't even for a number one contendership. Word has it – they are calling it a grudge match but even that description is grossly inaccurate. This is nothing more then a blood sacrifice on the behalf of Kurt Noble. At Shockwave, Kurt Noble will be watching our match very closely and everyone else should, too. He is counting on you Chris. Kurt Noble is holding onto his last vestiges with everything he's got – ready to bite into a cyanide pill before I can close in on him. If you fail him Chris there isn't a doubt in my mind that Terry Marvin will walk out the new undisputed champion not due to any outstanding doings of his own but because Kurt Noble is doing his best duck, duck, goose impression! He would sooner abandon and pawn everything he's stolen from me off on someone else then to allow me take it back with my own power.
Still, I'd alone take the satisfaction of dissecting you live on television and leaving your gut spillage all over Noble's front door step just so I could hear him complain about the mess you made – while Kylie his propaganda specialist can think up ways to manipulating a bunch of idiots into buying more merchandise made in a Chinese sweatshop. I can picture the headline in the papers already...
''Chris Hart dies; donates organs to science and research to cure cancer!''
You know, there's only one reason Kylie isn't hanging onto a stripper pole with a stash of dollar bills stuffed in her snatch and it's because she's much better with her mouth. The fact that the great ''Noble Drive'' empire needs their very own press release agent with a college degree in ''communication of bullshit'' speaks volumes to anyone who bothers to listen. There is nothing you or Kurt wouldn't do to drum up more crowd support like throwing your whore wife's in front of flying steel chairs. I bet you two are going to make out like bandits and split the insurance money before lecturing us all like school children about the importance of sharing. You two are complete class acts, bravo – bravo!
The reality is that Kurt Noble is nothing more then a power hunger tyrant and you're one of his well dressed henchmen born to take a fall. After conspiring and ultimately stealing my tag team titles, you two have done everything you possibly could to kill the division already. Those tag titles mean very little anymore as you've successfully turned them into glorified trophies that makes Kurt Noble ''super duper cool'' in the eyes of ten year old rug rats with bad parents. I mean, Kurt Noble couldn't bother to pull double duty and you were looking forward to having this Sunday off until I reminded you that we had unfinished business – I guess you forgot?
Maybe it was the new found spotlight that affected your eyesight or perhaps you grew a chubby when you watched Johnny Rebel scurry to Asylum like the little rat he is that made you feel ''oh so secure'' but if you had any self awareness you'd give Sally Talfourd a call and ask her about the time I held a fucking grudge, you dupe.
Yeah, Chris... you proved me wrong at Test for the best when you pinned Johnny Rebel squarely in the centre of the ring but you also proved something to me that I always knew deep down – I can only ever trust, myself and even then I am not the utmost trustworthy ally. Chris, the only thing you showed me is that Johnny Rebel is a complacent piece of crap that only joined the Sindicate in hopes of riding my coattails to the top while parroting the definitions of change, rather then actually becoming the change he wanted to see.
Chris, if it is respect you are looking for – you can take a seat next to that bitch Tina Turner compare your bruises with her and then you can call me bobby brown because you will find no such thing called ''R.E.S.P.E.C.T'' around here. While I admit that you aren't a complete push over and I have accepted that you probably will hit me back at least once, I don't see your final destination any other way even if you had the ability to write the ending, Chris.
I know you beating me would be a promoters dream. The fans? They love a good story of an underdog come out on top and I'd even shed a tear for it myself if I had been a better actor – but this time, there will be no fairy tale ending. The betting tables are grossly in my favour and while the return maybe minimal, nobody is losing their house this time around. So, while you embrace your position as an underdog Chris just know that I full intend to bury your bones beneath me until you are one with the asphalt.
You can scream to the hilltops about how bad you want to win this match and prove everyone wrong – but no matter how loud you shout I know for a fact you don't want it more then me. Unlike you, I know how it feels to be on top. Unlike you, I know what it means to call yourself a undisputed champion and I want that feeling again. Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you are loyal – more loyal then Johnny Rebel could ever be to me but that also means you aren't ready nor do you have what it takes to actually turn to Kurt and tell him that he needs to get back to the end of the line or even that your coming to take his title, never mind actually taking it from him.
And that's exactly what this match would do for you if you were able to win, Chris. It would take you from being a mediocre non talent to a top tier talent. You will be expected to preform at the highest levels of this promotion rather then moonlighting in someone else's spotlight. And dare I say it, after Test for the Best you showed me that maybe your content with being Kurt Noble's side kick puppet – assisting him as he cements himself as one of the greats in this business. Perhaps in some twisted way that makes you a better person than me because I rather taste the spoils of an ultimate victory myself rather then allowing ANYONE to relay these feelings week after week to me from their own tongue. However, maybe just maybe that's what separates me from guys like you and you from champions like Kurt Noble. It really is no wonder why we're worlds apart, Chris.
They can say my anger is misdirected all they want but through you, I believe I will find Kurt Noble. I am just as interested as anyone else to see how he repays your undying loyalty, Chris.
I am sure you know the saying #takeonefortheteam better then anyone – but at what point will you realize that Kurt Noble's philosophy is #AllStarNoCoaching? He doesn't care about you, Chris. He never has, never will and his actions last week spoke far louder then any of my words.
Chris, he isn't going to help you out there as I take your last breath – he'll do nothing but bat an eyelash because he has an undisputed championship to defend. You understand that, don't you? In fact, the only way you survive is if I of all people let you. I am the judge, jury, executioner and your Savior...
Chris, I am something like a god.
Whatever happens to you by my hands is out of my hands once you are thrown to the wayside. I fired my lawyers to ensure I am protected in the event I am unjustly carted off to Siberian Prison because the only person that can defend me from all this, is me.
Tonight, I can't say I'll win. If I pin you for three seconds, I lose. If I submit you, I lose. If I am disqualified for beating you after the bell, I lose.
Only when you stop moving, you stop breathing and there isn't a chance in hell your ever going to get back up again do I truly win, Chris.
And when it's all said and done there will be no post match interviews, no blogs, no twitter responses and no official press releases on the matter for my philosophy is very simple to comprehend.
If he dies, he dies.
