Post by Twister on Jan 5, 2009 0:59:20 GMT -4
A flake once said legends come and go but... something something something. It doesnt really matter its the opening of that verse that seems to ring through. Makes you wonder is it so? I mean look around at all the legendary talent here, Matt Metal came and went, barely made a sound. Trevor Blackwell sticks it out, but no where near the dominant force that he once was. Hurricane Jeff, a legend if ever there was, relegated to spend his time stuck behind a desk running the show instead of main eventing it. Hell even the man this scene is to focused around has been seen in a legendary light. Yes we speak of Twister, held every title in his path in his career, never seemed to be an obstacle he couldnt overcome... used to be when the Natural Disaster took to the ring it was a lock. Sure as the sky was blue, and the sun to rise at dawn, the Twister would be on the victorious end of the battle to ensue. Now... Surely there is speculation as if to say the 'legend' has over stayed his welcome. Maybe, the key to being said legend is to know the time to step aside and let the future pass you by. Hmm...
Our scene opens up deep inside the Charlottetown Civic Center... A slightly lit dressing room with one half of the former tag champions Twister sitting slumped in a chair an empty JD bottle glistening beside the chair, tipped over. Twister looks up at the camera and smirks as he shakes his head. He clicks a button on a remote switching off a near by tv. He tosses the remote down beside him and looks up seriously and begins to speak on cue.
Has the world forgotten. Listen to all these people speak... They speak of the wrestling world, of all the realms to which they've delved... Yet... No mention of the greats in the business. Really, have we lost our touch that much? Are we really destined to be stuck as mid carders now based on stature alone, yet used merely to boost the egos of the up and comers. Save us Twister... I heard the calls... I heard them beg me. I listened, hesitantly at first, but when it haunts you over and over again, you have to listen. You have to act, as if its your destiny. Yet, satisfaction has eluded me.
Twister reaches down at the empty bottle and shakes it up hoping it seems for any remaining drop to come to surface. Reluctantly he lets out a sigh and tosses it to the side and shakes his head as it smashes against the wall.
I know what your thinking, ah another wash up complaining about his lost titles. Silence... Perish the thought fools, for never was it titles that I seeked, they just seem to seek me. Til a sutible replacement comes along. Notice I didnt say worthy, or better in that statement. I take nothing away from those who have dethroned me or my peers, merely I need them to reckognize that were it not for us they would have no place here today.
Twister bows his head down and runs his hands through his hair messing it up slightly. He shakes it off and looks back up.
I know... Sounds egocentrical doesnt it... Well I guess when you hang around with a self proclaimed Jesus long enough you have no choice but to bite on the ego pumping crap. Seriously though I take a look around, I listen to what they have all said, and I know, I hold not the position I once did. The power seems to have eluded me... The fear that used to be put into people when they looked across the ring and saw me standing there is gone. Even the respect seems to have subsided, these kids running around trying to tell ME how to work the business... Are you kidding me. I've been doing this shit for an eternity, but never have I felt as out of place in the business I used to own. In ths business I dominated.
Twister pauses a moment and takes a deep breath as if trying to compose himself. He swallows gruffly and lets the tension roll through his shoulders before continuing.
I guess Ive anwsered my questions in answers past... No one cares where you've been... What you've done. Its about what have ya done for me lately. Hell I've even said it about my own opponents. While I live in the past I try to assume everyone else is doing the same, yet that dream, is just that and no where near a reality. Competitors come across me and see a used to be, now no more than merely someone to enhance their resume against. Maybe I should stick to parenting, raise my son to be the right kind of man instead of toiling in these fantasies of greatness and yester year. Maybe finally after all these years its time to face up to the realities, and step aside like so many have suggested.
Twister nods and stands from his seated position and steps towards the door of his dressing room. The camera follows slowly. Twister gets to the doorway finally and stops. He leans against the frame and lowers his head and waits there for what seems like an eternity given the circumstances.
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Twister raises his head slowly again running his hands through his hair. A deep breath eminates from him before he turns around that typical arrogant smirk returning to his once depressed face.
Fuck that! What you think that easily a man of my stature would just walk out. Walk out on what he's helped to build up. Walk out on the world he's destined to save. Gullible little shits arent you. I'll admit, maybe 2008 didnt end on quite the high I was hoping for. Maybe me and Michael didnt quite do the job we thought at one point we could. Fluke. They got nothing on us. I do know that the legacy of Twister is lost on the pesants that APW houses... Its a shame. Only one thing to do at a time like this then. Prove a point. Make the world realise that the man they've mocked... The man they've looked down upon is the true king of the business. Time to reclaim what was mine. What should still belong to me. While it would serve me well to be able to take down Sabur to kick off the new year and retake my place upon the top of the business, I'll let him keep the belt warm for me for now. Examples though must be set. Overdrive, we will have a new beginning. Twister, the Natural Disaster, simply put the best APW has to offer. I need no gimmicks... No tricks. Im not going to bore you once a month by dressing up some kids or midgets as my competitors and mock them half heartedly. I'm not going to pull a switchblade out of my pants and go after my opponents genitalia... I wont leave random letters bitching about management and how Im constantly screwed over and not getting my due. No. Its never been how I roll and be fucked if I'll start now. If what I want doesnt come to me... It just means I'll have to go to it. As I look to my opponents this week one thing comes screaming to mind... I could do this shit by myself. Names bear no meaning. Merely there will be three obstacles between me and what 2009 truly holds for me. Tabitha Crowly... I dont know shit about you, cept, well you seem oddly turned on by Trevor... Well I never said I was going to spend 2009 trying to understand women, why waste the year. Your best bet will be to just sit back Tabby and endulge yourself in some morbid fantasy of yours with Trevor and forget about coming to the Civic Center on Monday.
Twister smirks and rummages through a bag on a table across the room. He pulls a fresh bottle of JD out of it and smiles. He spins the cap off the bottle and takes a swig out of it.
Then we have Carl Cage... You came back from out of no where and somehow earned a shot at the champion. Heh, funny. Actually oddly familiar. Seems I went down that road too... Cept I won my match against the champion... What have you done Carl? Left a few notes laying around... Cut a few promos? Hung out with your power bottom buddy? Yeah theres a great way to boost your reputation. You have no place amidst the elite... Least not yet, and time and time again you prove it. Give it up Cage... Do yourself a favor... Go home, think long and hard about what your stepping into and ask yourself... Is it worth it? Is it worth sacrificing yourself week after week just to have someone holding you back? That brings me to you Jason.
Twister glares towards the camera, all jockularity has subsided...
Royce... The bane of the exsistance of talented athletes and performers everywhere. You seem to believe that just because you show up week in week out that somehow your owed something. Please, allow me to dispel that notion. Jason your nothing. Sure you've held a couple titles. You and THK held the tag belts for a long time... Why? Cause no real talent ever came along to challenge you. Then somehow you managed to get your paws on the Extreme title. Seems we went down that road a while back didnt we Royce. I was just getting back into the swing of things and you tried to get in my way. How did that end Jason. Was it fun getting your ass kicked by a far superior being again? I guess when you lose as often as you do you get used to it. Week after week you go out and try to gain attention, your problem is, your too all over the place. One week your telling off the fans telling em where to go and giving them directions on how to get there, the next week your trying to whoop it up with em. Plain and simple your unfocused, and unfortunately for you and those who get forced to associate with you, you hold them back. You pull the same shit week in and week out, the same routine, its old... Your old. Every time we meet Jason you pull the same crap... Oh Twister he's all washed up, he's a has been... Blah blah SHUT UP! Royce, at least I was! More importantly I still am... You... Never will be. Overdrive, you and your collection of misfits will fear Twister's Rage...
Twister clutches his bottle tightly and heads to the door again.
2009 is the year of a disaster, it will reign over everyone... And there's no Hurricane in sight. Heh... Deal with it!
With that Twister walks out of the room leaving the camera man alone to digest his message as the scene fades to nothing.
Our scene opens up deep inside the Charlottetown Civic Center... A slightly lit dressing room with one half of the former tag champions Twister sitting slumped in a chair an empty JD bottle glistening beside the chair, tipped over. Twister looks up at the camera and smirks as he shakes his head. He clicks a button on a remote switching off a near by tv. He tosses the remote down beside him and looks up seriously and begins to speak on cue.
Has the world forgotten. Listen to all these people speak... They speak of the wrestling world, of all the realms to which they've delved... Yet... No mention of the greats in the business. Really, have we lost our touch that much? Are we really destined to be stuck as mid carders now based on stature alone, yet used merely to boost the egos of the up and comers. Save us Twister... I heard the calls... I heard them beg me. I listened, hesitantly at first, but when it haunts you over and over again, you have to listen. You have to act, as if its your destiny. Yet, satisfaction has eluded me.
Twister reaches down at the empty bottle and shakes it up hoping it seems for any remaining drop to come to surface. Reluctantly he lets out a sigh and tosses it to the side and shakes his head as it smashes against the wall.
I know what your thinking, ah another wash up complaining about his lost titles. Silence... Perish the thought fools, for never was it titles that I seeked, they just seem to seek me. Til a sutible replacement comes along. Notice I didnt say worthy, or better in that statement. I take nothing away from those who have dethroned me or my peers, merely I need them to reckognize that were it not for us they would have no place here today.
Twister bows his head down and runs his hands through his hair messing it up slightly. He shakes it off and looks back up.
I know... Sounds egocentrical doesnt it... Well I guess when you hang around with a self proclaimed Jesus long enough you have no choice but to bite on the ego pumping crap. Seriously though I take a look around, I listen to what they have all said, and I know, I hold not the position I once did. The power seems to have eluded me... The fear that used to be put into people when they looked across the ring and saw me standing there is gone. Even the respect seems to have subsided, these kids running around trying to tell ME how to work the business... Are you kidding me. I've been doing this shit for an eternity, but never have I felt as out of place in the business I used to own. In ths business I dominated.
Twister pauses a moment and takes a deep breath as if trying to compose himself. He swallows gruffly and lets the tension roll through his shoulders before continuing.
I guess Ive anwsered my questions in answers past... No one cares where you've been... What you've done. Its about what have ya done for me lately. Hell I've even said it about my own opponents. While I live in the past I try to assume everyone else is doing the same, yet that dream, is just that and no where near a reality. Competitors come across me and see a used to be, now no more than merely someone to enhance their resume against. Maybe I should stick to parenting, raise my son to be the right kind of man instead of toiling in these fantasies of greatness and yester year. Maybe finally after all these years its time to face up to the realities, and step aside like so many have suggested.
Twister nods and stands from his seated position and steps towards the door of his dressing room. The camera follows slowly. Twister gets to the doorway finally and stops. He leans against the frame and lowers his head and waits there for what seems like an eternity given the circumstances.
<Insert Eternity Feeling Page Break Here>
Twister raises his head slowly again running his hands through his hair. A deep breath eminates from him before he turns around that typical arrogant smirk returning to his once depressed face.
Fuck that! What you think that easily a man of my stature would just walk out. Walk out on what he's helped to build up. Walk out on the world he's destined to save. Gullible little shits arent you. I'll admit, maybe 2008 didnt end on quite the high I was hoping for. Maybe me and Michael didnt quite do the job we thought at one point we could. Fluke. They got nothing on us. I do know that the legacy of Twister is lost on the pesants that APW houses... Its a shame. Only one thing to do at a time like this then. Prove a point. Make the world realise that the man they've mocked... The man they've looked down upon is the true king of the business. Time to reclaim what was mine. What should still belong to me. While it would serve me well to be able to take down Sabur to kick off the new year and retake my place upon the top of the business, I'll let him keep the belt warm for me for now. Examples though must be set. Overdrive, we will have a new beginning. Twister, the Natural Disaster, simply put the best APW has to offer. I need no gimmicks... No tricks. Im not going to bore you once a month by dressing up some kids or midgets as my competitors and mock them half heartedly. I'm not going to pull a switchblade out of my pants and go after my opponents genitalia... I wont leave random letters bitching about management and how Im constantly screwed over and not getting my due. No. Its never been how I roll and be fucked if I'll start now. If what I want doesnt come to me... It just means I'll have to go to it. As I look to my opponents this week one thing comes screaming to mind... I could do this shit by myself. Names bear no meaning. Merely there will be three obstacles between me and what 2009 truly holds for me. Tabitha Crowly... I dont know shit about you, cept, well you seem oddly turned on by Trevor... Well I never said I was going to spend 2009 trying to understand women, why waste the year. Your best bet will be to just sit back Tabby and endulge yourself in some morbid fantasy of yours with Trevor and forget about coming to the Civic Center on Monday.
Twister smirks and rummages through a bag on a table across the room. He pulls a fresh bottle of JD out of it and smiles. He spins the cap off the bottle and takes a swig out of it.
Then we have Carl Cage... You came back from out of no where and somehow earned a shot at the champion. Heh, funny. Actually oddly familiar. Seems I went down that road too... Cept I won my match against the champion... What have you done Carl? Left a few notes laying around... Cut a few promos? Hung out with your power bottom buddy? Yeah theres a great way to boost your reputation. You have no place amidst the elite... Least not yet, and time and time again you prove it. Give it up Cage... Do yourself a favor... Go home, think long and hard about what your stepping into and ask yourself... Is it worth it? Is it worth sacrificing yourself week after week just to have someone holding you back? That brings me to you Jason.
Twister glares towards the camera, all jockularity has subsided...
Royce... The bane of the exsistance of talented athletes and performers everywhere. You seem to believe that just because you show up week in week out that somehow your owed something. Please, allow me to dispel that notion. Jason your nothing. Sure you've held a couple titles. You and THK held the tag belts for a long time... Why? Cause no real talent ever came along to challenge you. Then somehow you managed to get your paws on the Extreme title. Seems we went down that road a while back didnt we Royce. I was just getting back into the swing of things and you tried to get in my way. How did that end Jason. Was it fun getting your ass kicked by a far superior being again? I guess when you lose as often as you do you get used to it. Week after week you go out and try to gain attention, your problem is, your too all over the place. One week your telling off the fans telling em where to go and giving them directions on how to get there, the next week your trying to whoop it up with em. Plain and simple your unfocused, and unfortunately for you and those who get forced to associate with you, you hold them back. You pull the same shit week in and week out, the same routine, its old... Your old. Every time we meet Jason you pull the same crap... Oh Twister he's all washed up, he's a has been... Blah blah SHUT UP! Royce, at least I was! More importantly I still am... You... Never will be. Overdrive, you and your collection of misfits will fear Twister's Rage...
Twister clutches his bottle tightly and heads to the door again.
2009 is the year of a disaster, it will reign over everyone... And there's no Hurricane in sight. Heh... Deal with it!
With that Twister walks out of the room leaving the camera man alone to digest his message as the scene fades to nothing.
