Post by T-Marv on Oct 27, 2012 18:34:00 GMT -4
It’s hard in this life to let your true self show. Around every corner awaits another person to tear you down and judge every single inch of your soul. They’ll rip you apart and send you running for your life. It’s just human nature to break apart that which we don’t understand, that which is different from the norm that we usually accept as status quo. It’s a vicious cycle that we can’t seem to break. So we fight against it, hide ourselves deep down under these personas that act as only a half true representation of what really exists.
By doing that, we shield ourselves from the harshest of judgments and go on fooling ourselves that we are happy. But how can one truly be happy when you’re hidden away, a prisoner of your own life. How can one truly call it living when you spend most of your life keeping track of all the secrets and lies that we have to tell in order to portray these Stepford versions of ourselves? It’s downright criminal, what we do to ourselves for the illusion of happiness. Those that are truly happy are those that are honest in every form with themselves and others. Those are the ones who are completely free. THAT is how I live my life.
I have never once dawned a mask of disguise and pretended to be something I’m not. I am and always will be JUST ME! My life is an open book. I have made some good choices, and some bad. I have made mistakes. But at the end of the day I can look myself in the mirror and know exactly what kind of man I am! I hold my head high because I don’t have to hide in the shadows. Those that judge and ridicule me, I face head on! When I do that, when I refuse to back down, it’s usually those foes that are forced to see who they really are, to come to terms that they’re life is a reckless mess and they have to tear me apart cause they can’t stand themselves! They back down! I stand tall!
This week, I’m surrounded by 5 lost souls all trying to hide their true selves. Each one of these so called “top contenders” are living a lie! They all have these cloaks pulled over their auras to hide the deep dark secrets that dwell in the black hole of their hearts.
But I will force them to confront their real selves. I will force them to take down the illusions and meet me face to face. I will stand up to these abominations with everything I have in my soul.
I WILL UNMASK THEM ALL!
The winds of late October blow the red, gold and brown leaves along the neighborhood streets. Hundreds of little children dressed to the nines in everything from little goblins to superheroes, devils to angels, and all manner of monstrosities in between. We pan out and recognize that tis is a marked off block of streets filled with American families trying to impart some sort of home tradition in this foreign land.
Sitting at the APW’s designated Candy station, taking their turn to hand out treats to the little monsters of the night is the APW Undisputed Champion, The Real Show Terry Marvin standing with his beautiful wife Faythe. Faythe is decked out in a little red riding hood outfit that often makes the mothers cover their young children’s eyes. Terry smiles, unable to take his eyes off her while a line to the left seemingly runs on forever containing fans desperately wanting to take a photograph with the champ, get an autograph, or perhaps just touch greatness.
Terry finishes signing a poster for a young girl who is literally bouncing with joy. He smiles and winks at her as she happily skips away.
”I love this holiday. It’s the one time of the year where you get to be anything you want to be. It’s the day of make believe where for a second in time it’s okay for a grown man or woman to be a kid again.”
”Nonsense! You only like it because it give young ladies the excuse to dress like total sluts for a night. I thought this was supposed to be the night when monsters come out. Nothing scarier than a witch with her tits hanging out and showing off her thong…
”IT is if she’s got her own zip code! Besides, you’re one to talk Little miss Riding hood with dark fishnets and a shirt cut down to the bottom of her ribcage.”
She smiles at him playfully.
”Perhaps I’m just waiting for my big bad wolf to come along and sink his teeth into me.
”All in due time my dear, all in due time.”
He smiles back to her as he finishes signing an autograph for a large man with a “IT’S SHOWTIME” shirt on who screams and “WOO-HOOS” so loudly that it makes Terry cringe almost as much as when the guy pulls him in for an uncomfortable bro hug. Terry smiles politely while his “biggest fan” runs off excited.
”At least I had the guts to dress up.
”I did dress up, as the most award winning costume in history. I dressed as the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING! I figure after all, why should I hide my already perfect persona?”
She laughs a bit as he poses and shows off.
”Besides, my costume is extremely versitle. It’s 6 costumes in one. All It needs are some minor configuration changes. Right now, with this title, I’m THE REAL SHOW. But throw this take this title away, and the possibilities are endless… For instance...
I could double as a permenant understudy who will never be a main event prospect no matter how much he prays to make it so and no matter how many former champions he knows…or as I like to call it Chris ‘Why the Fuck am I in this match” Hart.”
Terry places the title on a tree branch hanging right above his head. He then gets on his knees and positions himself underneath straining to reach up, jumping every now and then and flailing his arms in futility.
”Only to eventually accept my true calling in Life.”
He walks up to one of the trick or treaters grabbing candy who is dressed like Ronald McDonald. He takes the hat off his head and pretends like he’s talking into a headset.
”Would you like fries with that?”
Terry smiles and gives the costume back to the kid. Before Grabbing the title and handing it to Faythe.
”But that’s not all. See I could easily hand my title off and then go into a desperate rage blaiming everyone but me exhibiting FAR from Noble behavior!”
Terry grabs a tree branch and breaks it in half before letting out a rage filled scream. He then jumps up and down stamping his feet and throwing a total tantrum.
”But of course, no Kurt Noble costume is complete without the one thing that defines who he is, what he’s become….Just a little bit of over the top, uncalled for violence against an innocent human being.”
Terry walks over to Faythe who is innocently standing by with the title in her hands. He Screams “HOW COULD YOU? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” and grabs the toy weapon of a kid dressed like a 20s gangster and unloads 50 rounds into Faythe who plays around flopping on the ground and really hamming it up. Terry then picks the title up and smiles as if nothing else just happened.
”Still others are even easier to transform into, and require no props what so ever.”
Terry clears his throat and turns to a place where nobody is standing and lets out a laugh. The people around look at him like he’s crazy.
”You’re hilarious father who died a long time ago but still haunts me because I’m a pathetic excuse for a son who has failed on every level both personally and professionally and is desperately clinging on to my last chance to be relevant!”
Terry smiles and turns back to his audience who cheers loudly at his performance.
”To complete the costume you’d simply have to find some mid-card chump to kick your ass all around for a month, then offer some Felatio to President Jeff for an unearned spot in the One Night in Hell Overdrive Main Event. Mission accomplished.”
Terry then goes to Faythe to get His title, then stops for a second and stumbles around holding onto his head.
”Who am I? Where am I? What year is it?”
Terry shakes his head and then smiles.
”Oh that’s right, it’s 2012 and I’m no longer relevant. Hell the most impressive thing I’ve done all year is managed a couple of chip and dales to the heights of the tag ranks only to FAIL in that regards as well! I’ve turned into a worthless afterthought and the joke of this match. But I’m Biggs Dammit, so I’m still relevant, because I said so. Sure, my wife left me to be with some guy who wasn’t cursed with a limp linguini. Sure, I’m so damned full of myself that I truly do think I hail from outerspace and live outside the rules the rest of society must follow, but who cares…. I carried a second rate title for longer than anyone, so that makes me a contender right?”
Terry must smiles and struts around in a Biggs like fashion.
”See it’s so versatile that this costume can even make a man who’s biggest win in the past 6 months comes from a fluke victory over the man I decimated en route to claiming the crown of TEST FOR THE BEST King. But just keep beating a dead horse and remind the people over and over and over and over and over again that I’ve never lost to the champion and have two bullshit victories over the man a thousand years ago. Anything to distract them from reality!”
Terry then heads back over to the stand and signs a couple other autographs. He then gets a seemingly wicked idea in his head.
”And of course you can go from champion to high classed whiner who bellows on about never getting the respect he deserves even though he continually attempts to destroy the very thing the fans come to support! Then you can successfully say you’re going to your Halloween party as Level One himself.”
He finishes signing one more autograph then points out to the crowd.
”WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME? I’m a fucking Legend and I do everything for you people!”
As if on cue, Faythe plays her part perfectly.
”But all you do is curse at us, insult us, and run us down continually. Not to mention trying to end APW with the Syndicate and droning on and on about how much better than the rest of us you are.”
”I don’t get it. It could be cause I never quite got past the 3rd grade….long division is hard….but I don’t get your point!
And then, just to really sell the bit, you need two brainless hoochies to dress in slutty outfits and prance around serving no true purpose what so ever as your uncharismatic “boss” struts around and gives out orders that he doesn’t even understand while he makes grandiose promises that couldn’t possibly EVER come true. And you will be… LEVEL ONE!”
Terry takes a bow for his audience as his one man show of sorts garners great reviews from the crowd gathered around. Terry smiles again and returns to Faythe.
”Well, that was a tad bit over the top don’t you think?”
Terry shrugs nonchalantly
”Perhaps, but it just plays off of my earlier point. These people I have to face on Sunday, these thieves in the night trying to steal my property are all Liars in the worst way. They’re nothing more than pretenders who are afraid of revealing their true selves because they know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we’d see the true ugliness that lies underneath. ”
Terry pauses for a second as a man dressed as superman comes up for some candy and an autograph and he uses this interlude to press the point.
”On the outside, Chris Hart appears to be this superhero who has risen up in the ranks and defied all the odds to get to where he is now. But if you rip that mask off, all you’ll see is a scared little boy who realizes that he’s in way over his head. He knows that he failed the fans when he let Kurt Noble off his leash. He knows he let Amy Noble down and hasn’t done a DAMN thing to repair it. He doesn’t think the rest of the world sees it, that he’s successfully colored over all the lies. But in that Elimination Chamber, he will be exposed, and the cowardice will come out and once again he will crumble in the face of opposition. ”
Another satisfied customer happily walks away as a grown man walks up to him with his two kids dressed as Disney Characters. Obviously in an effort to make his kids happy….the man is dressed, poorly might I add, as Mickey Mouse. The man stands there confident and proud. He shakes Terry’s hand firmly and smiles as his Kids get candy.
”As for CJ Gates, you have the mask of the proud and happy member of the roster who is satisfied with his place in this world. He’ll stand up and tell you that he knows he’s the best in the APW, that he knows he can get back on track, and regain his past glory. But underneath it all, he’s clearly losing it. His psyche has been shaken down to its very foundation. And that goes beyond the frightening thought that he’s lost his mind and is still seeing ghosts…This is a fundamental fear that the best of his years has passed him by. It’s a fate all men meet, but CJ handles it poorly. He will never again be anything more than ‘that guy who USED to be CJ Gates.’ And his disguise is wearing thin! ”
Terry shakes his head in pity of CJ’s state of denial. Another kid walks up dressed like Barack Obama holding a sign that says “VOTE FOR CHANGE” and Terry nearly laughs his ass off.
”AH, yes… The man who acts like the spokesperson for the disrespected and underappreciated. Remind you of any one? Remind you of a 4 time champion who has been handed everything he’s ever asked for in this sport? Level One acts like nobody ever recognized a thing he’s accomplished, like he’s the underdog just fighting to make his place in the world. CUT THE BULLSHIT LESTER! You’re idolized by everyone who takes a step into the business. But you’re not the end all and be all either. Deep down you’re simply a man clinging to the last shreds his dignity and seeing the writing on the wall. It’s time to listen Lester…your reign is LONG over!”
Terry laughs slightly as another kid comes up for more treats. HE is dressed like the incredible hulk, muscles and all.
”The man with so much rage that he explodes into a mutant creature. Sound like someone to you? As we all know, the real Kurt Noble is not the freakshow that has been on a rampage of terror ever since he dropped the ball a couple months ago. But the REAL Kurt Noble isn’t the family friendly spokesperson for truth, justice, and the American way that he pretended to be for far too long. The Real Kurt Noble is a jealous monster who longs for poser and prosperity to the point that he neglects everything else dear to him. He knows that he’s not as good as he pretends to be and he crumbles when it seems like he’s soon to be exposed. Kurt Noble is a man who cracks under pressure….and he’ll crack once again!”
The kids continue to come through as the day passes on. Finally we get to the final kid who begs for an autograph and candy. He is dressed as a king complete with the long robe, crown, and scepter.
”And here he is, the ruler of the known universe who sees his subjects as peons beneath him. Everyone to him is a pawn in their game of chess and for many months he successfully kept the world under his thumb. But one day, King Biggs had his crown snatched from his head, and was knocked off his royal pedistol. But he’s still stuck in the past, pretending that he’s still Lord of his domain. In reality he is simply a scared little boy worried that all he’s ever known will crumble and fade away to nothing. Remove the mask, and Biggs is an insecure little prick who fails to come to terms with his own morality.”
The last kid leaves and the crowd disperses as the event comes to a close. Terry looks around and smiles.
”DO you know what the best part of Halloween is? When it’s over. See, all the pretenders have to shed their costumes and go back to their drum boring lives. When Biggs, Level One, Kurt, Chris, and CJ walk away from One Night in Hell empty handed, it will be time to put away the make believe and dwell in the gray depression of their futility! All the while, nothing changes for yours truly. I’ll still be God’s Gift to Wrestling, I’ll still be the Undisputed Champion. This is no game of dress up for me…it’s simply who I am. The rest of you can pose as me in your heads all you want, but it will end and you will have to face the facts! The Real Show Era continues…...”
Terry smiles as the scene comes to an end.
One Night in Hell approaches swiftly and that name has NEVER had a more accurate depiction than this year when the Undisputed Title match will be decided by the most dangerous and unforgiving match this world has ever seen! And your hero has the unenviable task of trying to keep his title out of the grasp of 4 ex champions in the most talent packed match to date. But if anyone is up to the task, it is the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
Chris Hart, you’ve certainly had one hell of a year haven’t you? You came from near obscurity after being the laughing stock of the singles division, to finding a scent of glory as a tag team champion. WE won’t mention the fact that your partner routinely throws you over his shoulders and carries your worthless corpse to the finish line. We won’t mention the fact that you’re such a SHITTY friend that you let your partner and friend lose total grasp of himself!
And now you’re on a mission to SAVE your best friend. WHAT A FUCKING JOKE! You don’t give a damn about Kurt Noble. If you did, you would have already tried to pull him out of this mess a long time ago. The truth of the matter is that you’re using Kurt Noble. You’ve ridden his coat tails this far, so now you’re trying to keep his mind strait enough to ride him just a little further until you can dispose of him and go after your true goal. You’re DISPICABLE Chris! You’re worse than Kylie Demenz! She, at least seems to care about KURT, you only care about yourself!
You’re living the dream Chris, built on blood and betrayal! You’ve truly become the BLACK HART, cold and unfeeling. You’ve got that knife sharpened to shove in the back of the man who MADE YOU what you are today. Without Kurt, you would be less than NOTHING! You should be kissing his feet instead of manipulating him to your own profit. I may hate Kurt Noble and what he’s tried to do to me, but in my mind you’re the cause of it all. I will do what I have been since Shockwave and BE the hero. I will save Kurt, I will save APW from a two faced turncoat like CHRIS HART!
Once upon a time, I looked up to CJ Gates. When I deflated him to take my rightful place on the cusp of Test for the Best, I considered it an honor. But now look at you, look at what you’ve become. The fans finally see the truth, see what I’ve known for a while. While you pretended to be a soldier for the good and just, you ended up turning a blind eye to them when they needed you most. I gave you the chance to join me, to take a spot as one of the true good guys. But you refused and in turn RUINED APW!
You know it’s true don’t you CJ. Hell, just talk to your invisible family, they’ll tell you. The whole time you were imagining them, at least your dad had the balls to tell you the truth, to give it to you straight, to recognize that you were a disappointing piece of shit. Well you’ve certainly flushed his memory down the drain with all your colossal moments of pure ineptitude lately! That rumble you feel at night is him turning in his fucking Grave! Do you really think you’ll redeem yourself at One Night in Hell? Do you think you can defeat the multitude of people who have made you into the nothing you are.
You’ll be looking for redemption CJ, but you’ll only find more of the status quo! These fans of yours that you’ve alienated by failing to do the right thing, they’ll be screaming for your blood! They’ll be fully behind me and BEGGING me to squash you like an insect! If you really think your faux truce with Biggs will save you then you haven’t paid attention to your own life. Biggs will throw you to the sharks a the first chance he gets. He’s got you fooled because you’re too damn stupid to realize that you’re no longer on the level you need to be in this match. Go Big or Go Home right Gates? Where will YOU go when SHOWTIME GOES HUGE, and the cowboy rides away quietly into the night!
Loss can do a lot of things to a man….for Kurt Noble it ruined him and his legacy. It drove him mad….turned him into a monster. But the reality of the situation is KURT couldn’t handle not being the center of attention. As the Fans turned away, so too did Kurt Noble. Kurt, you threw away the one person who always looked out for you, always had your best interests at heart. When you turned your back on Amy for some sweet talking little tart with the promise of making you great, you fell for one hell of a blunder you blind little twit. You WERE on top of the world! Tell me again how Kylie has furthered your career?
You can sit there all you want and BLAME me for your troubles, but the world knows the truth. You proved them right when you tried to END my career, when you tried to splatter Gate’s head all over the ringside area, when you tried to DESTROY Biggs in some ridiculous attempt at misplaced vengeance! But worst of all is your INACTION when your BEST FRIEND was laying helpless in a Coffin as Level One mutilated his body! You showed right then and there where your loyalties lie! Kurt Noble cares ONLY about Kurt Noble!
You have some grand ideas that you will be taking back your seat at the top of the food chain. But tell me Kurt, do you honestly think you can do that? Sure, the four other men in this match should be easy prey for you! After all you’ve handled each of them before. But if it comes down to you and I and all the memories of your grand fall from grace come floating back, how will you respond? Will you go off the deep end looking for blood? Will you freeze and be left with inaction? Either way, you will make that one small mistake and I will do what I do best….CAPITOLIZE! The result? Well, you can just replay your
Shortcomings at Shockwave for that!
Biggs....I’ll fully admit that you are the man in this match I most want to crush under my foot until your last breath squeezes out of your dilapidated lungs! You are the reason I’m not already a hall of famer. You’re the reason I have to fight harder than anyone to claim my destiny. You’re the reason I was set back in my career. Defeating you will be more than just one more step towards becoming the greatest Undisputed champion the APW has ever seen, it will be pure sweet REDEMPTION! You are my unicorn Biggs, and Sunday night I will cut off your horn and TEAR out your heart.
You’re a very cerebral man Biggs, always thinking two steps ahead! You’ve manipulated your way into CJ Gates’ mind in a way that I couldn’t. I commend you for that, however your pride will be your downfall. Your arrogance will blind you to any possibility of failure. After all, how can anyone out think the GREAT Biggs? However, unbeknownst to you, you’ve already been outdone Biggs, you’re just too much of a cocky asshole to realize it.
Let me ask you this, Biggs… what will you do when your little alliance falls apart and you’re stuck in that match without any help what so ever. When you look me in the eyes, a man who will stop at nothing to assure his place in history, will you be able to summon up the strength you had over a year and a half ago to pull a defeat out of your ass? Much time has passed since you were a relevant member of APW, too much time. There are times when a man can catch lightning in a bottle, your time has passed Biggs. You will not pull out another miracle! You will never again turn this business into your own personal roll of toilet paper. The Spaceman comes crashing down to earth….and the Autumn of Awesome takes over his empire for GOOD!
Last, but certainly not least I have to address the most decorated man in this match! Level One and I have never been friends, will never be friends. Hell, we may never even see eye to eye on a god damn thing. But, for a short period of time, our goals have aligned. How long they will stay intact is anybody’s guess. But Level One is the opposite of everything I stand for. He’s a loathsome man who stands for nothing of substance. He destroys everything he touches. He is a virus in this company, and I am the vaccine.
Since I came back to APW Level One, you’ve been going on and on about how YOU made me, about how the Syndicate made me. HOW DARE YOU take credit for greatness you had nothing to do with? Did my resounding victory over you jumpstart my comeback? Of course! But that is attributed more to your lack of ability than your ability to build the greatest superstar who has ever lived. You’re a fucking leach who latches on to the most successful thing you see and attempts to suck the very life out of it. And you’re trying to take my meteoric rise to the top and claim it for your own because you’re too INEPT to accomplish it for your self in your declining state of being! And for that, I will DECIMATE YOU!
I am a man of my word, Level One, and I will not touch you all the way down to the wire. But when the rest of the rabble has been courted off and we’re left with just you and I, you will stare in the eyes of your superior! You’re time has Passed Level One and no longer will you be able to float along, stealing the limelight from those who truly deserve it. The game is over Level One… I’ve conquered it, I’ve passed the challenge! The next Level of APW champion stands right in front of you, and you’re POWERLESS to stop me. You will fall, the syndicate will fall, and THE REAL SHOW will reap the benefits!
5 men will walk into hell and try to do the impossible. They will attempt to take a man’s livelihood, his very reason for living. This title means that much to me gentlemen…and not a single one of you has the gull to rip it from my cold dead hands.
I will stand tall!
I will unmask each one of you for what you really are.
A fraud.
A failure.
A disappointment.
An expired commodity.
I will stand there in the flaming inferno of hell, look the Devil in the face, and HE WILL BACK DOWN!
FOR I AM THE CHOSEN ONE!
I AM THE KING OF KINGS!
THIS IS THE REAL SHOW ERA!
When the final bell rings, there will be no doubt in the minds of 5 men who lay broken and battered looking up this specimen that stand victorious..... That they've just tasted God!
IT IS SHOWTIME!
By doing that, we shield ourselves from the harshest of judgments and go on fooling ourselves that we are happy. But how can one truly be happy when you’re hidden away, a prisoner of your own life. How can one truly call it living when you spend most of your life keeping track of all the secrets and lies that we have to tell in order to portray these Stepford versions of ourselves? It’s downright criminal, what we do to ourselves for the illusion of happiness. Those that are truly happy are those that are honest in every form with themselves and others. Those are the ones who are completely free. THAT is how I live my life.
I have never once dawned a mask of disguise and pretended to be something I’m not. I am and always will be JUST ME! My life is an open book. I have made some good choices, and some bad. I have made mistakes. But at the end of the day I can look myself in the mirror and know exactly what kind of man I am! I hold my head high because I don’t have to hide in the shadows. Those that judge and ridicule me, I face head on! When I do that, when I refuse to back down, it’s usually those foes that are forced to see who they really are, to come to terms that they’re life is a reckless mess and they have to tear me apart cause they can’t stand themselves! They back down! I stand tall!
This week, I’m surrounded by 5 lost souls all trying to hide their true selves. Each one of these so called “top contenders” are living a lie! They all have these cloaks pulled over their auras to hide the deep dark secrets that dwell in the black hole of their hearts.
But I will force them to confront their real selves. I will force them to take down the illusions and meet me face to face. I will stand up to these abominations with everything I have in my soul.
I WILL UNMASK THEM ALL!
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The winds of late October blow the red, gold and brown leaves along the neighborhood streets. Hundreds of little children dressed to the nines in everything from little goblins to superheroes, devils to angels, and all manner of monstrosities in between. We pan out and recognize that tis is a marked off block of streets filled with American families trying to impart some sort of home tradition in this foreign land.
Sitting at the APW’s designated Candy station, taking their turn to hand out treats to the little monsters of the night is the APW Undisputed Champion, The Real Show Terry Marvin standing with his beautiful wife Faythe. Faythe is decked out in a little red riding hood outfit that often makes the mothers cover their young children’s eyes. Terry smiles, unable to take his eyes off her while a line to the left seemingly runs on forever containing fans desperately wanting to take a photograph with the champ, get an autograph, or perhaps just touch greatness.
Terry finishes signing a poster for a young girl who is literally bouncing with joy. He smiles and winks at her as she happily skips away.
”I love this holiday. It’s the one time of the year where you get to be anything you want to be. It’s the day of make believe where for a second in time it’s okay for a grown man or woman to be a kid again.”
”Nonsense! You only like it because it give young ladies the excuse to dress like total sluts for a night. I thought this was supposed to be the night when monsters come out. Nothing scarier than a witch with her tits hanging out and showing off her thong…
”IT is if she’s got her own zip code! Besides, you’re one to talk Little miss Riding hood with dark fishnets and a shirt cut down to the bottom of her ribcage.”
She smiles at him playfully.
”Perhaps I’m just waiting for my big bad wolf to come along and sink his teeth into me.
”All in due time my dear, all in due time.”
He smiles back to her as he finishes signing an autograph for a large man with a “IT’S SHOWTIME” shirt on who screams and “WOO-HOOS” so loudly that it makes Terry cringe almost as much as when the guy pulls him in for an uncomfortable bro hug. Terry smiles politely while his “biggest fan” runs off excited.
”At least I had the guts to dress up.
”I did dress up, as the most award winning costume in history. I dressed as the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING! I figure after all, why should I hide my already perfect persona?”
She laughs a bit as he poses and shows off.
”Besides, my costume is extremely versitle. It’s 6 costumes in one. All It needs are some minor configuration changes. Right now, with this title, I’m THE REAL SHOW. But throw this take this title away, and the possibilities are endless… For instance...
I could double as a permenant understudy who will never be a main event prospect no matter how much he prays to make it so and no matter how many former champions he knows…or as I like to call it Chris ‘Why the Fuck am I in this match” Hart.”
Terry places the title on a tree branch hanging right above his head. He then gets on his knees and positions himself underneath straining to reach up, jumping every now and then and flailing his arms in futility.
”Only to eventually accept my true calling in Life.”
He walks up to one of the trick or treaters grabbing candy who is dressed like Ronald McDonald. He takes the hat off his head and pretends like he’s talking into a headset.
”Would you like fries with that?”
Terry smiles and gives the costume back to the kid. Before Grabbing the title and handing it to Faythe.
”But that’s not all. See I could easily hand my title off and then go into a desperate rage blaiming everyone but me exhibiting FAR from Noble behavior!”
Terry grabs a tree branch and breaks it in half before letting out a rage filled scream. He then jumps up and down stamping his feet and throwing a total tantrum.
”But of course, no Kurt Noble costume is complete without the one thing that defines who he is, what he’s become….Just a little bit of over the top, uncalled for violence against an innocent human being.”
Terry walks over to Faythe who is innocently standing by with the title in her hands. He Screams “HOW COULD YOU? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” and grabs the toy weapon of a kid dressed like a 20s gangster and unloads 50 rounds into Faythe who plays around flopping on the ground and really hamming it up. Terry then picks the title up and smiles as if nothing else just happened.
”Still others are even easier to transform into, and require no props what so ever.”
Terry clears his throat and turns to a place where nobody is standing and lets out a laugh. The people around look at him like he’s crazy.
”You’re hilarious father who died a long time ago but still haunts me because I’m a pathetic excuse for a son who has failed on every level both personally and professionally and is desperately clinging on to my last chance to be relevant!”
Terry smiles and turns back to his audience who cheers loudly at his performance.
”To complete the costume you’d simply have to find some mid-card chump to kick your ass all around for a month, then offer some Felatio to President Jeff for an unearned spot in the One Night in Hell Overdrive Main Event. Mission accomplished.”
Terry then goes to Faythe to get His title, then stops for a second and stumbles around holding onto his head.
”Who am I? Where am I? What year is it?”
Terry shakes his head and then smiles.
”Oh that’s right, it’s 2012 and I’m no longer relevant. Hell the most impressive thing I’ve done all year is managed a couple of chip and dales to the heights of the tag ranks only to FAIL in that regards as well! I’ve turned into a worthless afterthought and the joke of this match. But I’m Biggs Dammit, so I’m still relevant, because I said so. Sure, my wife left me to be with some guy who wasn’t cursed with a limp linguini. Sure, I’m so damned full of myself that I truly do think I hail from outerspace and live outside the rules the rest of society must follow, but who cares…. I carried a second rate title for longer than anyone, so that makes me a contender right?”
Terry must smiles and struts around in a Biggs like fashion.
”See it’s so versatile that this costume can even make a man who’s biggest win in the past 6 months comes from a fluke victory over the man I decimated en route to claiming the crown of TEST FOR THE BEST King. But just keep beating a dead horse and remind the people over and over and over and over and over again that I’ve never lost to the champion and have two bullshit victories over the man a thousand years ago. Anything to distract them from reality!”
Terry then heads back over to the stand and signs a couple other autographs. He then gets a seemingly wicked idea in his head.
”And of course you can go from champion to high classed whiner who bellows on about never getting the respect he deserves even though he continually attempts to destroy the very thing the fans come to support! Then you can successfully say you’re going to your Halloween party as Level One himself.”
He finishes signing one more autograph then points out to the crowd.
”WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME? I’m a fucking Legend and I do everything for you people!”
As if on cue, Faythe plays her part perfectly.
”But all you do is curse at us, insult us, and run us down continually. Not to mention trying to end APW with the Syndicate and droning on and on about how much better than the rest of us you are.”
”I don’t get it. It could be cause I never quite got past the 3rd grade….long division is hard….but I don’t get your point!
And then, just to really sell the bit, you need two brainless hoochies to dress in slutty outfits and prance around serving no true purpose what so ever as your uncharismatic “boss” struts around and gives out orders that he doesn’t even understand while he makes grandiose promises that couldn’t possibly EVER come true. And you will be… LEVEL ONE!”
Terry takes a bow for his audience as his one man show of sorts garners great reviews from the crowd gathered around. Terry smiles again and returns to Faythe.
”Well, that was a tad bit over the top don’t you think?”
Terry shrugs nonchalantly
”Perhaps, but it just plays off of my earlier point. These people I have to face on Sunday, these thieves in the night trying to steal my property are all Liars in the worst way. They’re nothing more than pretenders who are afraid of revealing their true selves because they know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we’d see the true ugliness that lies underneath. ”
Terry pauses for a second as a man dressed as superman comes up for some candy and an autograph and he uses this interlude to press the point.
”On the outside, Chris Hart appears to be this superhero who has risen up in the ranks and defied all the odds to get to where he is now. But if you rip that mask off, all you’ll see is a scared little boy who realizes that he’s in way over his head. He knows that he failed the fans when he let Kurt Noble off his leash. He knows he let Amy Noble down and hasn’t done a DAMN thing to repair it. He doesn’t think the rest of the world sees it, that he’s successfully colored over all the lies. But in that Elimination Chamber, he will be exposed, and the cowardice will come out and once again he will crumble in the face of opposition. ”
Another satisfied customer happily walks away as a grown man walks up to him with his two kids dressed as Disney Characters. Obviously in an effort to make his kids happy….the man is dressed, poorly might I add, as Mickey Mouse. The man stands there confident and proud. He shakes Terry’s hand firmly and smiles as his Kids get candy.
”As for CJ Gates, you have the mask of the proud and happy member of the roster who is satisfied with his place in this world. He’ll stand up and tell you that he knows he’s the best in the APW, that he knows he can get back on track, and regain his past glory. But underneath it all, he’s clearly losing it. His psyche has been shaken down to its very foundation. And that goes beyond the frightening thought that he’s lost his mind and is still seeing ghosts…This is a fundamental fear that the best of his years has passed him by. It’s a fate all men meet, but CJ handles it poorly. He will never again be anything more than ‘that guy who USED to be CJ Gates.’ And his disguise is wearing thin! ”
Terry shakes his head in pity of CJ’s state of denial. Another kid walks up dressed like Barack Obama holding a sign that says “VOTE FOR CHANGE” and Terry nearly laughs his ass off.
”AH, yes… The man who acts like the spokesperson for the disrespected and underappreciated. Remind you of any one? Remind you of a 4 time champion who has been handed everything he’s ever asked for in this sport? Level One acts like nobody ever recognized a thing he’s accomplished, like he’s the underdog just fighting to make his place in the world. CUT THE BULLSHIT LESTER! You’re idolized by everyone who takes a step into the business. But you’re not the end all and be all either. Deep down you’re simply a man clinging to the last shreds his dignity and seeing the writing on the wall. It’s time to listen Lester…your reign is LONG over!”
Terry laughs slightly as another kid comes up for more treats. HE is dressed like the incredible hulk, muscles and all.
”The man with so much rage that he explodes into a mutant creature. Sound like someone to you? As we all know, the real Kurt Noble is not the freakshow that has been on a rampage of terror ever since he dropped the ball a couple months ago. But the REAL Kurt Noble isn’t the family friendly spokesperson for truth, justice, and the American way that he pretended to be for far too long. The Real Kurt Noble is a jealous monster who longs for poser and prosperity to the point that he neglects everything else dear to him. He knows that he’s not as good as he pretends to be and he crumbles when it seems like he’s soon to be exposed. Kurt Noble is a man who cracks under pressure….and he’ll crack once again!”
The kids continue to come through as the day passes on. Finally we get to the final kid who begs for an autograph and candy. He is dressed as a king complete with the long robe, crown, and scepter.
”And here he is, the ruler of the known universe who sees his subjects as peons beneath him. Everyone to him is a pawn in their game of chess and for many months he successfully kept the world under his thumb. But one day, King Biggs had his crown snatched from his head, and was knocked off his royal pedistol. But he’s still stuck in the past, pretending that he’s still Lord of his domain. In reality he is simply a scared little boy worried that all he’s ever known will crumble and fade away to nothing. Remove the mask, and Biggs is an insecure little prick who fails to come to terms with his own morality.”
The last kid leaves and the crowd disperses as the event comes to a close. Terry looks around and smiles.
”DO you know what the best part of Halloween is? When it’s over. See, all the pretenders have to shed their costumes and go back to their drum boring lives. When Biggs, Level One, Kurt, Chris, and CJ walk away from One Night in Hell empty handed, it will be time to put away the make believe and dwell in the gray depression of their futility! All the while, nothing changes for yours truly. I’ll still be God’s Gift to Wrestling, I’ll still be the Undisputed Champion. This is no game of dress up for me…it’s simply who I am. The rest of you can pose as me in your heads all you want, but it will end and you will have to face the facts! The Real Show Era continues…...”
Terry smiles as the scene comes to an end.
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One Night in Hell approaches swiftly and that name has NEVER had a more accurate depiction than this year when the Undisputed Title match will be decided by the most dangerous and unforgiving match this world has ever seen! And your hero has the unenviable task of trying to keep his title out of the grasp of 4 ex champions in the most talent packed match to date. But if anyone is up to the task, it is the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
Chris Hart, you’ve certainly had one hell of a year haven’t you? You came from near obscurity after being the laughing stock of the singles division, to finding a scent of glory as a tag team champion. WE won’t mention the fact that your partner routinely throws you over his shoulders and carries your worthless corpse to the finish line. We won’t mention the fact that you’re such a SHITTY friend that you let your partner and friend lose total grasp of himself!
And now you’re on a mission to SAVE your best friend. WHAT A FUCKING JOKE! You don’t give a damn about Kurt Noble. If you did, you would have already tried to pull him out of this mess a long time ago. The truth of the matter is that you’re using Kurt Noble. You’ve ridden his coat tails this far, so now you’re trying to keep his mind strait enough to ride him just a little further until you can dispose of him and go after your true goal. You’re DISPICABLE Chris! You’re worse than Kylie Demenz! She, at least seems to care about KURT, you only care about yourself!
You’re living the dream Chris, built on blood and betrayal! You’ve truly become the BLACK HART, cold and unfeeling. You’ve got that knife sharpened to shove in the back of the man who MADE YOU what you are today. Without Kurt, you would be less than NOTHING! You should be kissing his feet instead of manipulating him to your own profit. I may hate Kurt Noble and what he’s tried to do to me, but in my mind you’re the cause of it all. I will do what I have been since Shockwave and BE the hero. I will save Kurt, I will save APW from a two faced turncoat like CHRIS HART!
Once upon a time, I looked up to CJ Gates. When I deflated him to take my rightful place on the cusp of Test for the Best, I considered it an honor. But now look at you, look at what you’ve become. The fans finally see the truth, see what I’ve known for a while. While you pretended to be a soldier for the good and just, you ended up turning a blind eye to them when they needed you most. I gave you the chance to join me, to take a spot as one of the true good guys. But you refused and in turn RUINED APW!
You know it’s true don’t you CJ. Hell, just talk to your invisible family, they’ll tell you. The whole time you were imagining them, at least your dad had the balls to tell you the truth, to give it to you straight, to recognize that you were a disappointing piece of shit. Well you’ve certainly flushed his memory down the drain with all your colossal moments of pure ineptitude lately! That rumble you feel at night is him turning in his fucking Grave! Do you really think you’ll redeem yourself at One Night in Hell? Do you think you can defeat the multitude of people who have made you into the nothing you are.
You’ll be looking for redemption CJ, but you’ll only find more of the status quo! These fans of yours that you’ve alienated by failing to do the right thing, they’ll be screaming for your blood! They’ll be fully behind me and BEGGING me to squash you like an insect! If you really think your faux truce with Biggs will save you then you haven’t paid attention to your own life. Biggs will throw you to the sharks a the first chance he gets. He’s got you fooled because you’re too damn stupid to realize that you’re no longer on the level you need to be in this match. Go Big or Go Home right Gates? Where will YOU go when SHOWTIME GOES HUGE, and the cowboy rides away quietly into the night!
Loss can do a lot of things to a man….for Kurt Noble it ruined him and his legacy. It drove him mad….turned him into a monster. But the reality of the situation is KURT couldn’t handle not being the center of attention. As the Fans turned away, so too did Kurt Noble. Kurt, you threw away the one person who always looked out for you, always had your best interests at heart. When you turned your back on Amy for some sweet talking little tart with the promise of making you great, you fell for one hell of a blunder you blind little twit. You WERE on top of the world! Tell me again how Kylie has furthered your career?
You can sit there all you want and BLAME me for your troubles, but the world knows the truth. You proved them right when you tried to END my career, when you tried to splatter Gate’s head all over the ringside area, when you tried to DESTROY Biggs in some ridiculous attempt at misplaced vengeance! But worst of all is your INACTION when your BEST FRIEND was laying helpless in a Coffin as Level One mutilated his body! You showed right then and there where your loyalties lie! Kurt Noble cares ONLY about Kurt Noble!
You have some grand ideas that you will be taking back your seat at the top of the food chain. But tell me Kurt, do you honestly think you can do that? Sure, the four other men in this match should be easy prey for you! After all you’ve handled each of them before. But if it comes down to you and I and all the memories of your grand fall from grace come floating back, how will you respond? Will you go off the deep end looking for blood? Will you freeze and be left with inaction? Either way, you will make that one small mistake and I will do what I do best….CAPITOLIZE! The result? Well, you can just replay your
Shortcomings at Shockwave for that!
Biggs....I’ll fully admit that you are the man in this match I most want to crush under my foot until your last breath squeezes out of your dilapidated lungs! You are the reason I’m not already a hall of famer. You’re the reason I have to fight harder than anyone to claim my destiny. You’re the reason I was set back in my career. Defeating you will be more than just one more step towards becoming the greatest Undisputed champion the APW has ever seen, it will be pure sweet REDEMPTION! You are my unicorn Biggs, and Sunday night I will cut off your horn and TEAR out your heart.
You’re a very cerebral man Biggs, always thinking two steps ahead! You’ve manipulated your way into CJ Gates’ mind in a way that I couldn’t. I commend you for that, however your pride will be your downfall. Your arrogance will blind you to any possibility of failure. After all, how can anyone out think the GREAT Biggs? However, unbeknownst to you, you’ve already been outdone Biggs, you’re just too much of a cocky asshole to realize it.
Let me ask you this, Biggs… what will you do when your little alliance falls apart and you’re stuck in that match without any help what so ever. When you look me in the eyes, a man who will stop at nothing to assure his place in history, will you be able to summon up the strength you had over a year and a half ago to pull a defeat out of your ass? Much time has passed since you were a relevant member of APW, too much time. There are times when a man can catch lightning in a bottle, your time has passed Biggs. You will not pull out another miracle! You will never again turn this business into your own personal roll of toilet paper. The Spaceman comes crashing down to earth….and the Autumn of Awesome takes over his empire for GOOD!
Last, but certainly not least I have to address the most decorated man in this match! Level One and I have never been friends, will never be friends. Hell, we may never even see eye to eye on a god damn thing. But, for a short period of time, our goals have aligned. How long they will stay intact is anybody’s guess. But Level One is the opposite of everything I stand for. He’s a loathsome man who stands for nothing of substance. He destroys everything he touches. He is a virus in this company, and I am the vaccine.
Since I came back to APW Level One, you’ve been going on and on about how YOU made me, about how the Syndicate made me. HOW DARE YOU take credit for greatness you had nothing to do with? Did my resounding victory over you jumpstart my comeback? Of course! But that is attributed more to your lack of ability than your ability to build the greatest superstar who has ever lived. You’re a fucking leach who latches on to the most successful thing you see and attempts to suck the very life out of it. And you’re trying to take my meteoric rise to the top and claim it for your own because you’re too INEPT to accomplish it for your self in your declining state of being! And for that, I will DECIMATE YOU!
I am a man of my word, Level One, and I will not touch you all the way down to the wire. But when the rest of the rabble has been courted off and we’re left with just you and I, you will stare in the eyes of your superior! You’re time has Passed Level One and no longer will you be able to float along, stealing the limelight from those who truly deserve it. The game is over Level One… I’ve conquered it, I’ve passed the challenge! The next Level of APW champion stands right in front of you, and you’re POWERLESS to stop me. You will fall, the syndicate will fall, and THE REAL SHOW will reap the benefits!
5 men will walk into hell and try to do the impossible. They will attempt to take a man’s livelihood, his very reason for living. This title means that much to me gentlemen…and not a single one of you has the gull to rip it from my cold dead hands.
I will stand tall!
I will unmask each one of you for what you really are.
A fraud.
A failure.
A disappointment.
An expired commodity.
I will stand there in the flaming inferno of hell, look the Devil in the face, and HE WILL BACK DOWN!
FOR I AM THE CHOSEN ONE!
I AM THE KING OF KINGS!
THIS IS THE REAL SHOW ERA!
When the final bell rings, there will be no doubt in the minds of 5 men who lay broken and battered looking up this specimen that stand victorious..... That they've just tasted God!
IT IS SHOWTIME!
