Post by Link on Apr 15, 2009 1:23:30 GMT -4
Laughter is heard from another room. Shots of various rooms in an empty building are shown. The outside of the building appears to be as desolate as the inside. The cameras show scenes from various rooms until finally somewhere in a basement where the sounds of screams surely couldn’t be heard we see the back of a mans head. He sits down in a dirty room on a chair in the middle of the damp room. As the camera slowly approaches his shoulder we see that his hands and feet have been bound. A cool stream of sweat rolls down the side of his face and off of his cheek. Once again he lets out a laugh. After laughing he fidgets a bit to try to get as comfortable as he can. Finally the camera comes around to the front of the man. The man whose head is lowered slowly raises hit and dawns a sick smile. He looks away and then back at the camera. His face his bruised and his arms are red and worn. His hair is a mess and it is apparent that he has been sweating for some time. The man is none other than James Carter, APW Employee, Link.
[/center]Link: Its funny isn’t it, how things work out. I’ve put many people in this very same position as me to teach them, to set them free, to get inside of their heads. And now, here I am in this same position. I’m a prisoner of war, I am a captive but not to another man, but a captive of myself. You see, I hired someone to beat the hell out of a man that fits my description, leave him bound and alone for three days and three nights and then to release him. Why would I do such a thing? Enlightenment of course. I told the guy to get creative with his random acts of torture and cruelty and to not believe a single word the prisoner utters. And do I know how to pick out the sadistic type. You see, its time for me to hit rock bottom. Its time for me to sweat it out, its time for me to become less than human, to feel my raw NEEDS and desires. To give up human comforts and to crave for the bare essentials like food, water, shelter, and some place to defecate. I have demons inside of me, this much is true, and these demons plague my existence. Its these demons who pushed me over the edge when seeking to accomplish my quests. Do I completely regret these things that have caused me to sin? No, without them I would not be where I am today, but I thank that I have the intelligence and the guidance to change. I have the integrity to admit that I need to change, something I have YET to see at ALL in my ENTIRE career. I’m sick of this career and I’m sick of YOU.
Link points with his head directly into the camera and spits down at the ground just before it.
[/center]Link: I’m sick of trying to help you people, and I’m sick of the APW because not only are you all not worth my time, but even if you did attempt to change, I don’t think any of you would amount to anything. Take this joker Assassin. Firstly, the mere fact that the word ‘ass’ appears in his name, not only once, but twice, should give you an indication of the kind of douchebagergy that we are dealing with. But I digress, the fact is this guy reminds me so much of the trash I’ve had to work with since coming to APW and really for the majority of my career. Being one that pulls strings, I was able to find a bio of our Ass Hero. And do you know what he talked about? His wrestling career. His glorious life that had humble beginnings in an indie fed. What the hell? Why do all these guys think its awesome to start at an indie fed and work there way up to the big leagues. As if by making it to APW they have made it to the promised land. But what happens to the majority of these assholes they jump ship in less than a year, finding a new promised land. I’m so sick and tired of this mentality. Do you for once think Assassin that a biography would include something about YOU! Well of course not, because you don’t ever think period. Who the hell are you? Where did you come from, what makes you tick? What makes you happy? What makes you sad? You are pathetic. And Hurricane Jeff has proved once again that he has his head shoved way to far up his own ass to realize this type of “talent” is RUINING APW. But Jeff doesn’t care about APW, he doesn’t care about his “superstars” he cares about himself. And there is NOTHING I can do about that to change it. The Jeff I knew is dead, and therefore, I have NO reason to be here anymore.
Link: My family, my sweet family, who needs me, who I need, who I have hurt, and fought and abandoned, have forgiven me TIME and TIME again, but I constantly forsake them. Even after the death of my parents it only drove me further away, but why? It doesn’t matter, because now, I’m ready. I’m ready to go to them. But before I do, I’m getting clean. I’m off the drugs, I’m off the booze, I’m off the murder, the dirty sex, and the kidnapping. And now I sit here, sweating the crazy out of me. There is no way I’m going to allow the Killer Seven to take over my life, not while I’m finally thinking straight. I’ve got some thinking to do, I’ve got some ASSassin to kick, and I’ve got a family to go home to, so I don’t give two shits about making stupid ass promos for the APW audience. Especially trying to make them entertaining but maybe for the short time you will learn something. Jeff, you are dead to me now. APW, you are a joke to me, a joke that isn’t even funny, but there is one thing I need to tie up before I go. There is one more thing I will do before I leave, and I don’t care if I ruin every APW show until then because as I said, I don’t give two shits about APW. But I hope you are listening. I hope you, who sits on your throne all the way up in the clouds with the other false gods is listening. Level One. I’m coming for your bitch ass. You have something I want. Repentance.
Link: Enjoy yourself.
Link coughs up a little blood and passes out from exerting way to much energy as the camera fades to black.
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