Post by T-Marv on May 18, 2012 15:55:39 GMT -4
The scenes play through his head like a bad horror movie that he’s watching through squinted eyes late at night trying to escape the clutches of sleep. But this is no movie, it’s his life. As he watches the depressing scenes of his latest personal failure play out in his own mind, he tries to shut it off, tries to blot out the memories….but they’re stronger than him, stronger than the scotch in his glass, and stronger than his desire to flip the switch on his feelings, shutting them off from the world.
His memory kicks in as the Voice of his wife Faythe can be heard in a angry but subdued tone. “When does it stop? When does this new attitude stop?” She sounds more hurt and desperate than she does angry.
Terry however, was enraged. “Stop? What exactly do you want to stop? My winning ways? My successful title reign? This so called ATTITUDE is the reason I have this title. It’s never going to stop.” He was screaming at her, as if she was directly trying to take his title from him. Why was he so angry? Why was he taking it out on her?
“Your talent is the reason you have that title. You’re one of the best wrestlers in the world and have been for a while. Your attitude was cutting edge at first. You proved that you were willing to do everything possible to get and hold that title. But this, what you’re doing now is proving nothing than the fact that you’re a deranged asshole who’s lost his fucking mind.” She seemed a little shocked that the words actually came out of her mouth.
Terry was beyond any reasoning at this point. In his mind, his wife…the one who promised to honor and obey…to love and cherish…just branded him a psycho. “Deranged? DERANGED? No babe, I haven’t lost my mind. For the first time in my life I’ve finally found it. This isn’t an act….isn’t an attitude. This is the real me, who I always should have been.” His calm, TOO calm, demeanor is unsettling.
She shakes her head vigorously. “That’s garbage. This is you being afraid to fail…afraid to lose. But instead, you’ve lost the one thing that was truly important and you’re too stupid to realize it. You lost your legacy which now will only be remembered as the guy who paid off officials, cheated, and sold his soul to the Syndicate….a group that spends it’s time laughing at how pathetic you’ve actually become. You wanted to be hated…congratulations, you are loathed across the world! Does that make you happy?” She has completely stopped trying to hold back her emotions. Tears fall down from her eyes.
“Of all people in my life, I thought that you would understand. And if not Understand, at least support me.” He slams his hand down on the table, startling her. His fury is being unleashed slowly as the hurt and distrust in his eyes shines through. “But you’re just like the rest, just like all the others. You’ve betrayed me…painted me as the villain, the bad guy who ruins everything and goes on to be destroyed by the league of uber heroes defending the world. HA! I thought you were the one, thought you were for real. But once again, my trust is displaced. You turned on me…..” He glares her down.
She shakes her head. “I never turned on you. I’m still here….”
“SHUT UP!” This backs her against he wall, afraid of the anger in his eyes. He approaches her menacingly. Should she run? Should she fight back? Will it matter? She’s never been so scared in her life. “If you’re not with me….you are against me!” Terry shakes with anger. His words become more and more separated from reality as the situation at him is starting to get away from him.
Faythe begins crying openly now. “I’m not against you! Just because I don’t agree with some of your decisions…I’m all of a sudden betraying you?”
He just continues to glare for a second before taking a deep breath and backing off a bit. “Sometimes, it just feels like the world is out to get me. Sometimes it feels like I don’t have a single ally out there. It’s at those times that I need to fall back into you, that I need you to be here to tell me everything is going to be alright.” He tenses up again and turns back to her. “But Right now, you’re not doing that. You’re telling me everything I’m doing wrong. You’re FUCKING with my head. Do you want me to lose? Do you want me to disappear back into obscurity?”
Faythe is petrified. She’s never seen this side of him, and it’s made much worse by his complete and total delusions. He’s not making a bit of sense. “Of course not, when did I ever say anything like that? Just calm down and let’s talk about this rationally. I’m always on your side! I only want you to be the best version of you, and I don’t think this is it! You’re better than this. You’re one of the best wrestlers in the world, and you don’t need to stoop to these childish antics….”
“STOP BELITTLING ME!” His fist crashes into the wall inches away from her face. He pulls it back, blood dripping from his knuckles. He looks at it in shock and suddenly anger flares from Faythe.
She shoves him hard, backing him off her as he continues to be surprised with what he almost did. “FUCK YOU! You’re gonna hit me now? Your wife? What the fuck is the matter with you?”
“I..I…I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry!”
“LIAR! I get that wrestling is your life. But you’re so damned consumed by this path that your on that you’re losing sight of yourself. You’re so dead set that this is the right way to go, but it holds nothing but tragedy and disappointment.” She grabs her jacket and starts for the door, stopping and turning to him. “You can’t even see it can you? These antics, your delusions….You’re imploding. Sooner or later Everything is just gonna cave in and swallow you whole. I love you, and I will always love you….but I don’t think I can just stand here and watch it happen anymore.” She walks out the door.
Terry falls against the wall and slinks down with his head in his hands, the slamming of wood against wood is the last sound he hears before snapping out of his memories.
He now stands in a destroyed living room that looks like a giant storm blew through it, no doubt the product of his own anger and rage escaping. He is now all alone, just him and his APW Overdrive title. He stares at it for a long time before letting out a sigh…..
“it’s just me and you my old friend. But I know you’ll never leave me, no matter how much others want to seduce you away, you’ll always be true…you’re mine forever! I promise to take care of you, to not let anyone get near you….And those who try? Well let’s just say, greed will be repaid with swift and harsh punishment. Starting with Keaton Saint, a man who’s been coveting what’s mine for WAY too long. This ends NOW!”
Terry strokes the faceplate of his title before smiling.
Is it worth it?
Is this little piece of leather going to keep you warm at night?
Is it worth it?
Is the word “Champion” going to comfort you when you’re old and gray and ALONE?
Is it worth it?
Can’t she give you so much more than a silly little title that defines a fleeting moment?
Is it worth it?
Is keeping Keaton Saint a beaten and broken man locked in the basement of APW worth losing the one person who loves you more than anything in the world? Is the Overdrive Title worth giving up your happiness for?
Is it worth it?
IT FUCKING BETTER BE!
What do you have when everything’s gone? You have nothing to lose….
A drunken and saddened man stumbles out of a Las Vegas Club, helped along by a large bouncer who believes that he’s overstayed his welcome. Terry walks down the street, the chilled night air hitting him in the face taking away the dulling sensation that the scotch was purposed for. The night is unusually calm, allowing the silence to creap in and erase all distractions from his thoughts.
He started the night trying to forget everything, trying to drink it away and distract himself from his own loneliness. It worked….for a little while. But now, everything is coming flooding back to him. He has made the ultimate sacrifice. He traded his personal happiness….the love of his life for professional success and the love of his business. They say that success in the ring won’t keep him warm at night. They say that the belt won’t be able to hold him. Apparently THEY have never experienced the thrill this business can jolt through you. THEY have never held something that symbolizes getting everything you’ve ever dreamed about, such as his Overdrive Title. THEY are fooling themselves, and over romanticizing the notion of companionship.
His mind is clear now, the road paved to focus on what he must do to keep his one true love from leaving him….to keep his Overdrive title from leaving him. He knows how this is being painted…he’s not a fool. He realizes that every single person with a vested interest in APW….fans, executives, wrestlers (with the exception of the Syndicate)…. Can’t stand to see that title in his hands. They all want him to fail because they fear the truth that his reign as supreme being of Overdrive brings with it. They all want Keaton Saint to rescue the APW from the destruction that they fear he brings.
You see, everything that has been going on with Keaton and I over the last few months has been this manifestation of a story book novel where the heroes and Villains collide in an epic confrontation! I have been painted the master of EVIL who will stop at nothing to destroy the APW. This is the fallacy being portrayed, and it doesn’t matter that I simply want to be successful. I don’t really want to destroy APW…I just want to end the corruption that is proven by this woven superhero comic book that I’m forced to live in. That’s fine…they want a bad guy? I’ll give him the BEST bad guy this world has ever seen!
I’m not upset or bitter about this role that has been forced upon me. I embrace it with a smile on my face and vengeance in my heart. These people don’t understand that I FEED off their hate. To me it’s their way of telling me that I CANT do something, that I’m not GOOD enough to do something. It’s their way of trying to hold me down. Ever since I began my journey toward greatness, I’ve been discriminated against, been told it was futile, been underestimated. And every step of the way, I have taken all of that negativity and shoved it up the asses of each one of my many critics…threw it back in their faces with the GOALS I have accomplished!
My conscience is PERFECTLY clear, and my dreams are full and bright. So I will take this title of Villain, and I will use it to fuel me every step along the way. But those people who have already written the epic ending of this fairy tale, one that includes Keaton Saint rising victorious from the ashes I have buried him under time and time again…are sadly insane! I don’t give a SHIT what story they have in mind, cause I’ve never followed the script my entire life. In MY novel, the bad guy doesn’t get whisked away and sent to an alternate dimension or inescapable prison as the hero is surrounded by glory and praise. THIS is real life, where BAD guys win EVERY SINGLE DAY.
My vengeance will shine through when I have once again climbed every single obstacle and gotten through every single bullshit trial that has been thrown at me intact and unscathed. When all of those pathetic fans are silenced and standing there watching as the Hollywood Ending is completely Tarantino’d and everything blows up in a bloody mess of broken dreams and shattered expectations, I will stand victorious as my Evil plot has succeeded and the truth shines through. What will they all do then? What happens when your heroes die and all your left with is ME? Nobody tells you how to cope with the fact that real life doesn’t end like movies. Nobody prepares you for when the DARK SIDE wins out! They won’t be able to handle it. They will once again shower me with hate. And I’ll bathe in it like a champagne supernova of victory!
The blame will lie only with those who have Built Keaton Saint up to be something that he’s not, those fans who have bought into his inflated sense of self. They have created this scenario where there is no chance the story ends any other way. They have filled his head with so much confidence that the chance of it going any other way DOES NOT EVEN EXIST. And when all that falls flat, they’ll be left with this broken and deflated man that they set up for failure. But do you think these fans will help him back on his feet? NO! They will leave him there to rot and turn to the next poor victim who they will set up for the same sad failure.
I will keep my emotions calm, and will not let the world see how their false labeling of me has affected my life. In truth, I am not the bad guy. I am not the Villain. In real life, there are not heroes and anti-heroes. There is no good and evil. There is only life and death, success and failure, winners and loosers. And in this game of life, the only winner is the one who walks out with the gold strapped around his waist. There will be no hero in this story….just a victor….just me! Villainize me if you want…but we know the truth, all of us. To be honest…. I don’t hate Keaton Saint near as much as I let on. Sure, I hate ANYONE threatening one of my most prized possessions, but you see he’s just the nemesis given to me in this chapter. Therefore I must treat him like my most notorious enemy, or else the story book wouldn’t have the correct flow to it would it? So I will dispatch Keaton…and write my own ending!
He smiles as he continues walking down the street. The pain of earlier events begins to return. For now, he lets the memories invade him, doesn’t try to fight them back. There will be enough of that when he steps in the ring in a few short days and he’ll have to save his energy. But soon, the time will come to flip the switch, the time will come to erase Faythe forever. But not now… he owes her at least one last epic farewell. It’s going to be a long night…but sometimes even Villains cry.
The church stands tall in the night, the city lights it’s backdrop. The steeple rises high into the night sky as the camera zooms in on it quickly. For a second, the hustle and bustle of the city disappears. The scene fades inside the church which is mostly empty now. Candles are lit all along the sides, their lights dancing upon the stained glass windows. The alter is hauntingly illuminated by one overhead light. Another overhead light looms eerily down on a suspended cross with the depiction of Jesus Christ, hands and feet nailed, stuck upon that cross.
Sitting in the second pue of the church is a man who is surprisingly not bursting in flames in the presence of God….The Real Show Terry Marvin. Terry sits there staring at the cross, a holy bible sitting in his hand.
”I know what you’re thinking. What is a man like Terry Marvin doing in this place? What is a man who adheres Religion and doesn’t have a single belief in God doing in a church? Well, I came because of this.” He points to the cross. ”And this.” He holds the Bible up for all to see.
”You see, this new York times BEST SELLER is one of the most stunning works of fictions this world has ever seen. In this book, you have all the elements of a real action/adventure/sci fy hit. You’ve got attacking Whales, talking snakes, people rising from the dead, mass murder, slavery….I could go on and on and on. This is where the epic GOOD vs. EVIL scenario comes from. It’s where the idea of Saints and Sinners enters the fold. Unfortunately, The Patron Saint of Professional wrestling doesn’t quite fit into this book because he’s nothing more than a Bullshit Artist with WAY too high of an opinion of himself. But I’m not interested in any of those stories right now. No there is only one I truly care about, and it involves THAT guy right there. ”
Terry Nods his head toward the image of Jesus hanging on the cross.
”In one of the greatest stories that has ever been told, we are expected to believe that this man right here not only was the son of God, but also was killed and resurrected to save the world from all their sins. See, he and I have a lot in common…in fact, we’re pretty much the same person. ” Terry smiles knowing that the Conservative right is going to have a field day with his comparison to the most holy figure in modern Christianity. ”Of course, I wouldn’t be caught dead with that crazy facial hair…and there would have been a whole lot more ‘water to wine’ expeditions. And what the fuck is up with waiting 3 days to come back to life? Really, do you honestly have something better to do? I’d have popped up right then, surprised the FUCK out of those people and exacted some biblical vengeance right then. But to each his own. I’m not here to debate the realism or logistics of Jesus’s resurrection, more to draw a correlation to the most important subtext behind what that story is all about. Jesus SACRIFICED himself so that the people of this world would be SAVED…or some such nonsense. And if there’s anybody that knows a thing or two about Sacrifice… it’me. ”
Terry stands up and walks up the alter, ignoring the disapproving stares of priest who looks at Terry as he just shit in the rectory. Terry smiles as he turns to the camera.
”There is nobody on this planet who has sacrificed more to achieve a goal than I have. I left my drugged out daughter to rot in her own hell because I was too busy dealing with the more important matter of my career to be bothered with her demons. She was a sacrifice I think about each and every day, but in the end, it was worth it. Because here I stand, title in hand and head held high, and the memory of my poor daughter nothing more than a hurdle to my success. I have sacrificed much more than that. Over the years, any chance at true and perfect love and happiness has been set aside for the glory and prestige of my career. Around this time Last year, I fell in love with a woman who I knew for many years, but never really saw before. The chemistry was enormous and it was easy to see that she was my soulmate. She was the one I was destined to be with for all my days…. I had to let her go. She was interfering with my real true love…this business and all the accolades that go along with it. Once again I sacrificed…my happiness AND hers so that I could be clear to achieve my dreams and goals of holding onto this title until it is pried from my cold dead hands. ”
Terry then stops and looks dead on into the camera….face expressionless.
”Do you understand yet Keaton? Do you get how much this title means to me? I have given up EVERYTHING else so I could focus on this, so I could focus on you. Do you honestly think I’d let all this loss and suffering be in vain? Everything I’ve done, Every step of the way has been to solidify my Legacy. And all you’ve done is try to sneak in here and steal it all away from me, the whole time pretending to be a good guy defending all that is good and just. You’re a simple little theif Keaton, not caring who you hurt in the process. But you ran up against pure heart and determination in your little scam this time. You’re up against someone who sees RIGHT through you! Your up against someone who has NOTHING left but this title and my legacy….do you honestly think there’s anything you can do to take that from me?”
Terry laughs and walks back down the isle of the church with a cocky look on his face.
”Look at Everything you’ve already tried Keaton. You have failed each and every single step of the way. Every second you thought you had one over on me, every moment you thought you were going to snatch away from me, you fell short. You will ALWAYS fall short Keaton, cause the fact of the matter is I simply want this more than you. I am willing to do whatever it takes…even send the one thing I love most in this life away…in order to beat you. I’ve sacrificed more than you Keaton…and I continue to reap the rewards. Yet you’re too damn stupid to realize that no matter what you do it will never be ENOUGH. You will never take that extra step…never go that extra mile. You’ll never sacrifice all you believe and all you hold dear because you think you can just win on talent alone.”
Terry stops halfway down the isle and shakes his head.
”NO, even on the slight chance you had an iota more talent than I did, it still wouldn’t help you. You keep saying that you’re going to break the silence…well that’s ironic considering that you’re NOTHING BUT TALK. Every word you’ve said since before Rasslemania has been an utter fabrication that has amounted to a bunch of broken promises and the solidification of your place in the top 10 biggest choke artists of all time. Keep making bold predictions Keaton…at least I have the balls to back them up!
Seriously, how many times can you fail… how many times can you have your hopes and dreams crushed before you just give up? I guess part of that is my fault. I’m always giving you an excuse why you lost…always letting you blame it on the referees, or my cheating ways, or what have you. I keep giving you that false hope that you’re good enough to beat me.”
Terry just smiles and laughs.
”Then again, you’re the dumbass who lets yourself believe such fantasies. That’s why I’m so glad that President Jeff locked us in a steel cage for this match… A match he pretends is his idea. But come on Keaton…we both know that I don’t let ANYTHING happen in APW unless it happens because I want it to. You and me in that cage…there will be no where left for you to run, and no more excuses. I know you and the rest of the world think that I’m trapped in this cage with you and you have me right where you want me.”
Terry laughs loudly at this thought.
”When have I not been 5 steps ahead of you Keaton? When have I EVER gone into a confrontation with you unprepared? NEVER.
This time, with you locked in that steel cage with me… I will make damn sure you never get the chance to aim for my Overdrive Title AGAIN! It’s time for you to go away and bother another underperforming, overhyped piece of shit roster member just wasting space and time…cause I got more important things to worry about!”
Terry walks towards the front doors of the church and looks right back at the image of Jesus hanging on that cross.
”Don’t worry big guy…Unlike the stories about you and what you did for these undeserving peasants who scorn and mock you, kinda like I’m doing…. MY sacrifices will not be in vain.
At Mayhem… I walk into that arena as the Overdrive Champion. I walk into that Arena as THE REAL SHOW. I walk into that arena as GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING.
And when I walk out…. NOTHING CHANGES!”
Terry smiles and the scene fades to black.
His memory kicks in as the Voice of his wife Faythe can be heard in a angry but subdued tone. “When does it stop? When does this new attitude stop?” She sounds more hurt and desperate than she does angry.
Terry however, was enraged. “Stop? What exactly do you want to stop? My winning ways? My successful title reign? This so called ATTITUDE is the reason I have this title. It’s never going to stop.” He was screaming at her, as if she was directly trying to take his title from him. Why was he so angry? Why was he taking it out on her?
“Your talent is the reason you have that title. You’re one of the best wrestlers in the world and have been for a while. Your attitude was cutting edge at first. You proved that you were willing to do everything possible to get and hold that title. But this, what you’re doing now is proving nothing than the fact that you’re a deranged asshole who’s lost his fucking mind.” She seemed a little shocked that the words actually came out of her mouth.
Terry was beyond any reasoning at this point. In his mind, his wife…the one who promised to honor and obey…to love and cherish…just branded him a psycho. “Deranged? DERANGED? No babe, I haven’t lost my mind. For the first time in my life I’ve finally found it. This isn’t an act….isn’t an attitude. This is the real me, who I always should have been.” His calm, TOO calm, demeanor is unsettling.
She shakes her head vigorously. “That’s garbage. This is you being afraid to fail…afraid to lose. But instead, you’ve lost the one thing that was truly important and you’re too stupid to realize it. You lost your legacy which now will only be remembered as the guy who paid off officials, cheated, and sold his soul to the Syndicate….a group that spends it’s time laughing at how pathetic you’ve actually become. You wanted to be hated…congratulations, you are loathed across the world! Does that make you happy?” She has completely stopped trying to hold back her emotions. Tears fall down from her eyes.
“Of all people in my life, I thought that you would understand. And if not Understand, at least support me.” He slams his hand down on the table, startling her. His fury is being unleashed slowly as the hurt and distrust in his eyes shines through. “But you’re just like the rest, just like all the others. You’ve betrayed me…painted me as the villain, the bad guy who ruins everything and goes on to be destroyed by the league of uber heroes defending the world. HA! I thought you were the one, thought you were for real. But once again, my trust is displaced. You turned on me…..” He glares her down.
She shakes her head. “I never turned on you. I’m still here….”
“SHUT UP!” This backs her against he wall, afraid of the anger in his eyes. He approaches her menacingly. Should she run? Should she fight back? Will it matter? She’s never been so scared in her life. “If you’re not with me….you are against me!” Terry shakes with anger. His words become more and more separated from reality as the situation at him is starting to get away from him.
Faythe begins crying openly now. “I’m not against you! Just because I don’t agree with some of your decisions…I’m all of a sudden betraying you?”
He just continues to glare for a second before taking a deep breath and backing off a bit. “Sometimes, it just feels like the world is out to get me. Sometimes it feels like I don’t have a single ally out there. It’s at those times that I need to fall back into you, that I need you to be here to tell me everything is going to be alright.” He tenses up again and turns back to her. “But Right now, you’re not doing that. You’re telling me everything I’m doing wrong. You’re FUCKING with my head. Do you want me to lose? Do you want me to disappear back into obscurity?”
Faythe is petrified. She’s never seen this side of him, and it’s made much worse by his complete and total delusions. He’s not making a bit of sense. “Of course not, when did I ever say anything like that? Just calm down and let’s talk about this rationally. I’m always on your side! I only want you to be the best version of you, and I don’t think this is it! You’re better than this. You’re one of the best wrestlers in the world, and you don’t need to stoop to these childish antics….”
“STOP BELITTLING ME!” His fist crashes into the wall inches away from her face. He pulls it back, blood dripping from his knuckles. He looks at it in shock and suddenly anger flares from Faythe.
She shoves him hard, backing him off her as he continues to be surprised with what he almost did. “FUCK YOU! You’re gonna hit me now? Your wife? What the fuck is the matter with you?”
“I..I…I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry!”
“LIAR! I get that wrestling is your life. But you’re so damned consumed by this path that your on that you’re losing sight of yourself. You’re so dead set that this is the right way to go, but it holds nothing but tragedy and disappointment.” She grabs her jacket and starts for the door, stopping and turning to him. “You can’t even see it can you? These antics, your delusions….You’re imploding. Sooner or later Everything is just gonna cave in and swallow you whole. I love you, and I will always love you….but I don’t think I can just stand here and watch it happen anymore.” She walks out the door.
Terry falls against the wall and slinks down with his head in his hands, the slamming of wood against wood is the last sound he hears before snapping out of his memories.
He now stands in a destroyed living room that looks like a giant storm blew through it, no doubt the product of his own anger and rage escaping. He is now all alone, just him and his APW Overdrive title. He stares at it for a long time before letting out a sigh…..
“it’s just me and you my old friend. But I know you’ll never leave me, no matter how much others want to seduce you away, you’ll always be true…you’re mine forever! I promise to take care of you, to not let anyone get near you….And those who try? Well let’s just say, greed will be repaid with swift and harsh punishment. Starting with Keaton Saint, a man who’s been coveting what’s mine for WAY too long. This ends NOW!”
Terry strokes the faceplate of his title before smiling.
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Is it worth it?
Is this little piece of leather going to keep you warm at night?
Is it worth it?
Is the word “Champion” going to comfort you when you’re old and gray and ALONE?
Is it worth it?
Can’t she give you so much more than a silly little title that defines a fleeting moment?
Is it worth it?
Is keeping Keaton Saint a beaten and broken man locked in the basement of APW worth losing the one person who loves you more than anything in the world? Is the Overdrive Title worth giving up your happiness for?
Is it worth it?
IT FUCKING BETTER BE!
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What do you have when everything’s gone? You have nothing to lose….
A drunken and saddened man stumbles out of a Las Vegas Club, helped along by a large bouncer who believes that he’s overstayed his welcome. Terry walks down the street, the chilled night air hitting him in the face taking away the dulling sensation that the scotch was purposed for. The night is unusually calm, allowing the silence to creap in and erase all distractions from his thoughts.
He started the night trying to forget everything, trying to drink it away and distract himself from his own loneliness. It worked….for a little while. But now, everything is coming flooding back to him. He has made the ultimate sacrifice. He traded his personal happiness….the love of his life for professional success and the love of his business. They say that success in the ring won’t keep him warm at night. They say that the belt won’t be able to hold him. Apparently THEY have never experienced the thrill this business can jolt through you. THEY have never held something that symbolizes getting everything you’ve ever dreamed about, such as his Overdrive Title. THEY are fooling themselves, and over romanticizing the notion of companionship.
His mind is clear now, the road paved to focus on what he must do to keep his one true love from leaving him….to keep his Overdrive title from leaving him. He knows how this is being painted…he’s not a fool. He realizes that every single person with a vested interest in APW….fans, executives, wrestlers (with the exception of the Syndicate)…. Can’t stand to see that title in his hands. They all want him to fail because they fear the truth that his reign as supreme being of Overdrive brings with it. They all want Keaton Saint to rescue the APW from the destruction that they fear he brings.
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE
TO BE THE BAD MAN
TO BE THE SAD MAN
BEHIND BLUE EYES
TO BE THE BAD MAN
TO BE THE SAD MAN
BEHIND BLUE EYES
You see, everything that has been going on with Keaton and I over the last few months has been this manifestation of a story book novel where the heroes and Villains collide in an epic confrontation! I have been painted the master of EVIL who will stop at nothing to destroy the APW. This is the fallacy being portrayed, and it doesn’t matter that I simply want to be successful. I don’t really want to destroy APW…I just want to end the corruption that is proven by this woven superhero comic book that I’m forced to live in. That’s fine…they want a bad guy? I’ll give him the BEST bad guy this world has ever seen!
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE
TO BE HATED
TO BE FATED
TO TELLING ONLY LIES
TO BE HATED
TO BE FATED
TO TELLING ONLY LIES
I’m not upset or bitter about this role that has been forced upon me. I embrace it with a smile on my face and vengeance in my heart. These people don’t understand that I FEED off their hate. To me it’s their way of telling me that I CANT do something, that I’m not GOOD enough to do something. It’s their way of trying to hold me down. Ever since I began my journey toward greatness, I’ve been discriminated against, been told it was futile, been underestimated. And every step of the way, I have taken all of that negativity and shoved it up the asses of each one of my many critics…threw it back in their faces with the GOALS I have accomplished!
BUT MY DREAMS
THEY AREN’T AS EMPTY
AS MY CONSCIENCE SEEMS TO BE
THEY AREN’T AS EMPTY
AS MY CONSCIENCE SEEMS TO BE
My conscience is PERFECTLY clear, and my dreams are full and bright. So I will take this title of Villain, and I will use it to fuel me every step along the way. But those people who have already written the epic ending of this fairy tale, one that includes Keaton Saint rising victorious from the ashes I have buried him under time and time again…are sadly insane! I don’t give a SHIT what story they have in mind, cause I’ve never followed the script my entire life. In MY novel, the bad guy doesn’t get whisked away and sent to an alternate dimension or inescapable prison as the hero is surrounded by glory and praise. THIS is real life, where BAD guys win EVERY SINGLE DAY.
I HAVE HOURS ONLY LONELY
MY LOVE IS VENGENCE
THAT’S NEVER FREE
MY LOVE IS VENGENCE
THAT’S NEVER FREE
My vengeance will shine through when I have once again climbed every single obstacle and gotten through every single bullshit trial that has been thrown at me intact and unscathed. When all of those pathetic fans are silenced and standing there watching as the Hollywood Ending is completely Tarantino’d and everything blows up in a bloody mess of broken dreams and shattered expectations, I will stand victorious as my Evil plot has succeeded and the truth shines through. What will they all do then? What happens when your heroes die and all your left with is ME? Nobody tells you how to cope with the fact that real life doesn’t end like movies. Nobody prepares you for when the DARK SIDE wins out! They won’t be able to handle it. They will once again shower me with hate. And I’ll bathe in it like a champagne supernova of victory!
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE
TO FEEL THESE FEELINGS
LIKE I DO
AND I BLAME YOU!
TO FEEL THESE FEELINGS
LIKE I DO
AND I BLAME YOU!
The blame will lie only with those who have Built Keaton Saint up to be something that he’s not, those fans who have bought into his inflated sense of self. They have created this scenario where there is no chance the story ends any other way. They have filled his head with so much confidence that the chance of it going any other way DOES NOT EVEN EXIST. And when all that falls flat, they’ll be left with this broken and deflated man that they set up for failure. But do you think these fans will help him back on his feet? NO! They will leave him there to rot and turn to the next poor victim who they will set up for the same sad failure.
NO ONE BITES BACK AS HARD
ON THEIR ANGER
NONE OF MY PAIN AND WOE
CAN SHOW THROUGH
ON THEIR ANGER
NONE OF MY PAIN AND WOE
CAN SHOW THROUGH
I will keep my emotions calm, and will not let the world see how their false labeling of me has affected my life. In truth, I am not the bad guy. I am not the Villain. In real life, there are not heroes and anti-heroes. There is no good and evil. There is only life and death, success and failure, winners and loosers. And in this game of life, the only winner is the one who walks out with the gold strapped around his waist. There will be no hero in this story….just a victor….just me! Villainize me if you want…but we know the truth, all of us. To be honest…. I don’t hate Keaton Saint near as much as I let on. Sure, I hate ANYONE threatening one of my most prized possessions, but you see he’s just the nemesis given to me in this chapter. Therefore I must treat him like my most notorious enemy, or else the story book wouldn’t have the correct flow to it would it? So I will dispatch Keaton…and write my own ending!
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE
TO BE THE BAD MAN
TO BE THE SAD MAN
BEHIND BLUE EYES
TO BE THE BAD MAN
TO BE THE SAD MAN
BEHIND BLUE EYES
He smiles as he continues walking down the street. The pain of earlier events begins to return. For now, he lets the memories invade him, doesn’t try to fight them back. There will be enough of that when he steps in the ring in a few short days and he’ll have to save his energy. But soon, the time will come to flip the switch, the time will come to erase Faythe forever. But not now… he owes her at least one last epic farewell. It’s going to be a long night…but sometimes even Villains cry.
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The church stands tall in the night, the city lights it’s backdrop. The steeple rises high into the night sky as the camera zooms in on it quickly. For a second, the hustle and bustle of the city disappears. The scene fades inside the church which is mostly empty now. Candles are lit all along the sides, their lights dancing upon the stained glass windows. The alter is hauntingly illuminated by one overhead light. Another overhead light looms eerily down on a suspended cross with the depiction of Jesus Christ, hands and feet nailed, stuck upon that cross.
Sitting in the second pue of the church is a man who is surprisingly not bursting in flames in the presence of God….The Real Show Terry Marvin. Terry sits there staring at the cross, a holy bible sitting in his hand.
”I know what you’re thinking. What is a man like Terry Marvin doing in this place? What is a man who adheres Religion and doesn’t have a single belief in God doing in a church? Well, I came because of this.” He points to the cross. ”And this.” He holds the Bible up for all to see.
”You see, this new York times BEST SELLER is one of the most stunning works of fictions this world has ever seen. In this book, you have all the elements of a real action/adventure/sci fy hit. You’ve got attacking Whales, talking snakes, people rising from the dead, mass murder, slavery….I could go on and on and on. This is where the epic GOOD vs. EVIL scenario comes from. It’s where the idea of Saints and Sinners enters the fold. Unfortunately, The Patron Saint of Professional wrestling doesn’t quite fit into this book because he’s nothing more than a Bullshit Artist with WAY too high of an opinion of himself. But I’m not interested in any of those stories right now. No there is only one I truly care about, and it involves THAT guy right there. ”
Terry Nods his head toward the image of Jesus hanging on the cross.
”In one of the greatest stories that has ever been told, we are expected to believe that this man right here not only was the son of God, but also was killed and resurrected to save the world from all their sins. See, he and I have a lot in common…in fact, we’re pretty much the same person. ” Terry smiles knowing that the Conservative right is going to have a field day with his comparison to the most holy figure in modern Christianity. ”Of course, I wouldn’t be caught dead with that crazy facial hair…and there would have been a whole lot more ‘water to wine’ expeditions. And what the fuck is up with waiting 3 days to come back to life? Really, do you honestly have something better to do? I’d have popped up right then, surprised the FUCK out of those people and exacted some biblical vengeance right then. But to each his own. I’m not here to debate the realism or logistics of Jesus’s resurrection, more to draw a correlation to the most important subtext behind what that story is all about. Jesus SACRIFICED himself so that the people of this world would be SAVED…or some such nonsense. And if there’s anybody that knows a thing or two about Sacrifice… it’me. ”
Terry stands up and walks up the alter, ignoring the disapproving stares of priest who looks at Terry as he just shit in the rectory. Terry smiles as he turns to the camera.
”There is nobody on this planet who has sacrificed more to achieve a goal than I have. I left my drugged out daughter to rot in her own hell because I was too busy dealing with the more important matter of my career to be bothered with her demons. She was a sacrifice I think about each and every day, but in the end, it was worth it. Because here I stand, title in hand and head held high, and the memory of my poor daughter nothing more than a hurdle to my success. I have sacrificed much more than that. Over the years, any chance at true and perfect love and happiness has been set aside for the glory and prestige of my career. Around this time Last year, I fell in love with a woman who I knew for many years, but never really saw before. The chemistry was enormous and it was easy to see that she was my soulmate. She was the one I was destined to be with for all my days…. I had to let her go. She was interfering with my real true love…this business and all the accolades that go along with it. Once again I sacrificed…my happiness AND hers so that I could be clear to achieve my dreams and goals of holding onto this title until it is pried from my cold dead hands. ”
Terry then stops and looks dead on into the camera….face expressionless.
”Do you understand yet Keaton? Do you get how much this title means to me? I have given up EVERYTHING else so I could focus on this, so I could focus on you. Do you honestly think I’d let all this loss and suffering be in vain? Everything I’ve done, Every step of the way has been to solidify my Legacy. And all you’ve done is try to sneak in here and steal it all away from me, the whole time pretending to be a good guy defending all that is good and just. You’re a simple little theif Keaton, not caring who you hurt in the process. But you ran up against pure heart and determination in your little scam this time. You’re up against someone who sees RIGHT through you! Your up against someone who has NOTHING left but this title and my legacy….do you honestly think there’s anything you can do to take that from me?”
Terry laughs and walks back down the isle of the church with a cocky look on his face.
”Look at Everything you’ve already tried Keaton. You have failed each and every single step of the way. Every second you thought you had one over on me, every moment you thought you were going to snatch away from me, you fell short. You will ALWAYS fall short Keaton, cause the fact of the matter is I simply want this more than you. I am willing to do whatever it takes…even send the one thing I love most in this life away…in order to beat you. I’ve sacrificed more than you Keaton…and I continue to reap the rewards. Yet you’re too damn stupid to realize that no matter what you do it will never be ENOUGH. You will never take that extra step…never go that extra mile. You’ll never sacrifice all you believe and all you hold dear because you think you can just win on talent alone.”
Terry stops halfway down the isle and shakes his head.
”NO, even on the slight chance you had an iota more talent than I did, it still wouldn’t help you. You keep saying that you’re going to break the silence…well that’s ironic considering that you’re NOTHING BUT TALK. Every word you’ve said since before Rasslemania has been an utter fabrication that has amounted to a bunch of broken promises and the solidification of your place in the top 10 biggest choke artists of all time. Keep making bold predictions Keaton…at least I have the balls to back them up!
Seriously, how many times can you fail… how many times can you have your hopes and dreams crushed before you just give up? I guess part of that is my fault. I’m always giving you an excuse why you lost…always letting you blame it on the referees, or my cheating ways, or what have you. I keep giving you that false hope that you’re good enough to beat me.”
Terry just smiles and laughs.
”Then again, you’re the dumbass who lets yourself believe such fantasies. That’s why I’m so glad that President Jeff locked us in a steel cage for this match… A match he pretends is his idea. But come on Keaton…we both know that I don’t let ANYTHING happen in APW unless it happens because I want it to. You and me in that cage…there will be no where left for you to run, and no more excuses. I know you and the rest of the world think that I’m trapped in this cage with you and you have me right where you want me.”
Terry laughs loudly at this thought.
”When have I not been 5 steps ahead of you Keaton? When have I EVER gone into a confrontation with you unprepared? NEVER.
This time, with you locked in that steel cage with me… I will make damn sure you never get the chance to aim for my Overdrive Title AGAIN! It’s time for you to go away and bother another underperforming, overhyped piece of shit roster member just wasting space and time…cause I got more important things to worry about!”
Terry walks towards the front doors of the church and looks right back at the image of Jesus hanging on that cross.
”Don’t worry big guy…Unlike the stories about you and what you did for these undeserving peasants who scorn and mock you, kinda like I’m doing…. MY sacrifices will not be in vain.
At Mayhem… I walk into that arena as the Overdrive Champion. I walk into that Arena as THE REAL SHOW. I walk into that arena as GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING.
And when I walk out…. NOTHING CHANGES!”
Terry smiles and the scene fades to black.
