Post by Link on Jan 5, 2009 21:50:40 GMT -4
The party is over. The guests are all gone, the food eaten, the drinks are all flat. What’s the point in spending your time and effort throwing a party when people are going to leave your beautiful plans trashed? Sure, they loved the party and everyone appreciated your work and effort, but in the end what does it accomplish? You are just left with memories and a room to clean. The camera pans around an empty room that housed Links “End of the Year APW Extravaganza”.
We fade to a familiar scene filmed a few weeks back but edited out from the last promo with Link lying on a cold wet concrete floor surrounded by blood. And an unconscious woman sat down on a chair. She suddenly jolts her head upwards and looks around in a panic. She sees Links motionless body lying on the floor seemingly dead. She sees here instrument of destruction, her gun, her trigger finger. She tosses the gun in a hurry and tries to stand. Looking around she begins to sob. “you son of a bitch. I got you,” she whispers to herself as she stands and limps around to find a way out. She hobbles and smiles as tears run down her face. Danielle Novak has gained her revenge, she’s accomplished her task, she has won. At least in her own mind. Is winning in your own mind enough? Is it just as satisfying as actually doing what you believed yourself to have done? What lies do we tell ourselves in order to feel good about ourselves? How do we feel about the accomplishments we’ve made or the hills we’ve travelled? Over time do these accomplishments seem to get grander? Do these hills turn into mountains? As far as Danielle Novak is concerned she has gotten her revenge and her mind is at peace. She is gone to start a new life, she is content. She is free.
Link’s legs start to squirm until his whole body starts to move violently on the ground. He rolls over and over coughing and screaming. He ducks with this back to the camera until whipping around and spewing what appears to be blood out of his mouth onto the ground.
Link: I’d like to thank the academy…
Link wipes the fake blood off of his face and turns to find the fake gun.
Link: Ignorance is bliss…but enlightenment is power.
Whether it’s giving a grieving widow her justice or “returning” a piece of scrap metal to an over rated wrestler despite how it will make me look, I have my reasons for everything I do. Whether it’s not giving a fuck about half the jobbers on this roster, or taking care of business because I’m the best at what I do, I have a reason and I have a purpose. At Christmas Chaos, I’m going to beat Level One. I’m more focused this time. I’m more prepared this time. I know I can beat him. I’m just as good as he is, hell I’m better than he is. I’ve dicked around in this fed because I don’t care about fame. I don’t care about my “legacy” anymore. But strangely, I do care about this match with Level One. I feel it’s become…personal. I saw the shit promo he threw together, his head is NOT in this. I mean…I can’t lose. Not again. If I lose to him…fuck…it could be all the corn syrup in my eyes and lungs but shit, if I lose to Level One. I quit.
Fades
Today
“The party is over.”
Sitting on a bed in his large warehouse Link picks at the dog hairs left behind from his last gag. He looks up and makes eye contact with the camera. He looks down at a few items on his bed. The items include: a mask, a few papers, a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of pills. He picks each and every one of the items up and examines them before moving to the next item.
Link: What does this bottle of whiskey, a bottle of pills, some papers and a mask all have in common? And why should I bother with them at this point and time? Well. They are all answers to my problem. I’m an honest man, so I will be frank when I tell you that I’m pissed OFF that I lost to Level One. The man is a tremendous competitor, and I wish him nothing but success in his career. But that match belonged to me! I was the better man, and in my heart of hearts I will never think otherwise. I’ve lost plenty of matches, hell of won my share as well, but only 3 matches have affected me this way. So here I am. Where do I go from here? I don’t care what Jeff or the monkeys in APW think of me. I stopped giving two shits about fans over ten years ago, but it’s my own personal demons inside that eat at me. So here I sit. I could walk away, and quit. Sign these retirement papers and move on with my life. I could forget that I ever tried making a “second comeback” A comeback that I really only wanted to involve one match with Jeff. But fuck, I don’t even want that anymore. I could down these pills and bring back my good ol’ drug problem. Or I could drink my sorrows away and piss my pain down a drain. I have all these “ways out” that I could take but it’s this final option that intrigues me more than any.
Link picks up the mask and stares deeply into its hollow eyes. He slowly turns the mask around before placing it on his face and looking into the camera. It is a mask of Trevor “the Career Killer” Blackwell. Link starts to chuckle to himself.
Link: I was upset, I was confused and I was a little depressed after my match. I came home and was ready to take one of those “ways out”. I thought bad thoughts, I gave excuses for everything that has happened to me and excuses for why leaving was the right thing to do, but then I found this mask. And I realized that life had something else for me. It has Trevor Blackwell. You see, how could I quit, or die, when Trevor Blackwell’s face would still be out there haunting fellow wrestlers and boring audiences around the world. Trevor Blackwell and I don’t have a long history or an amazing feud but we share something in common. We hate each other. And it’s a deep hate too. So I called up APW and I demanded a match with Trevor Blackwell. To my surprise, that match had already been planned as Trevor wanted the exact….same….thing. So I know you hoped you’d surprise me with this match but I’ve been wanting to get my hands on your stubby little neck since we tagged together. Why? Because Trevor I hate you. And in honor of my hate towards you I wrote something for you. It’s called Ten Things I Hate About Trevor Blackwell.
1. You Are A Repeated Joke.
Link: Jokes are good right? Yes. But imagine hearing the same joke over and over again. Something that was meant to be great, humorous and fun has turned into something you despise and something you wish was never told to you. You wish the joke could be outlawed to save the rest of humanity from having to hear the same joke, which wasn’t even good in the first place, as much as you have. You are that joke. You Trevor Blackwell are the repeated joke of 2008. The first time you were told it was good. You won a match for the APW Xtreme title. Good job! And then you were told again and again and again. But this time, the joke ended differently, but continued to use that ending every time it was told. Sabatoge 2008. You got your ass kicked by Kenny Lambardo, to blow your chances at finally winning the big one. Lets move on to Mayhem 2008. AGAIN Kenny beats you. Why you got another chance at Kenny and his title, I don’t know but the ending was the same. The joke that is Trevor Blackwell ended another PPV lying underneath another man. Test for the Best, they say you are too hurt to compete. I can understand that. You were embarrassed by two straight PPV defeats and choking whilst going for the big one. But wait, you were gone for Apocalypse and Shockwave too. Hmm. Okay. So you make your return to PPV action at Aftershock to fight Matt Metal in a street fight? How did that go? Oh you mean you lost? Again?!? So what did you do at the next PPV? Oh you didn’t make the card for that one either? hmm. Well I didn’t notice as I was too busy fighting in a World Title match in my FIRST PPV with the COMPANY! And I should be champion too, but I got screwed! November Reign and Christmas Chaos are no different. You lose. Trevor Blackwell loses. The sick sad joke repeats itself. And you said yourself how you viewed our match on Overdrive. This is bigger than a regular match, hell, it’s the first match of 2009. It’s almost like a…PPV match. uh-oh.
2. You are a hypocrite
Link: Despite your massive, award winning losing streak you had the balls to tell me that I haven’t done anything? You had the audacity to ask me who I’ve beaten? I’ve beaten men who would destroy you before your entrance music ended. I’ve beaten Dr. Matt, who has single handedly made you out to look more soft-core than hardcore. Where I came from John Green was a bitch. And in your first shot at the title, he beat you. I was working here at the time as management. And I remember being backstage with the other officials just laughing my ass off. Arcadia tried just as hard in her defeat as I did, so don’t go jerking yourselves off to that victory. I was starting to wonder why you always talk about Katrina and Tabitha and it finally occurred to me that your life is so pathetic; you have nothing else to talk about. If you truly talked about yourself you’d be exposed as the fake you really are. You make these little side jabs about training Sabur and now you want to take him out. I mean, do you realize how that makes you sound? You are such an asshole.
3. You are such an asshole
Link: Like you said, everyone hates me. Guess what, newsflash, they are supposed to hate me. I’m not here to be their friends or make alliances, I’m here to work, and I’m here to make changes. People don’t like change, they reject it so of course they hate me. But YOU, they hate you for an entirely different reason. You make side comments backstage like you are the godfather of this f’ing organization! You helped out a few people. Great. What have you done lately? You keep losing these matches and yet you want to get a title shot? Why? Because you trained Sabur? Nobody gives a fuck who you trained. I believe you may have given Sabur some good advice but Sabur is champ because of Sabur. I mean, you’ve been training Tabitha and look how good that’s going! And while we are on the subject of Tabitha. She isn’t a slut because she sleeps with the APW locker room she is a slut because she sleeps with you.
4. You are ugly.
Link: I mean seriously. If only white trash needed spokesman. It’s funny, you remind me of someone who I used to beat up during my last run, he was an ugly asshole too. I believe that because of your condition, your ugly face, you’ve had to try harder in life. You’ve had to go the extra mile. You’ve had to prove everyone wrong. I believe you try to hide your hideous figure. Is that why you are always covered in blood? Anyway, you are ugly. And I hate ugly people.
5. Trevor Blackwell is boring.
Link: To this day, I wondered why it’s mandatory for every superstar to send in a promo because honestly some guys just don’t have it. Look at the hillbillies over at TNA. They should stick to the action and let others do the talking. In your case, you can move around decently in the ring, but you just need to shut the hell up. I don’t know if it’s a combination of the 4 reasons I’ve already listed contributing to my hatred towards you, but when you speak my blood boils and my eyelids become heavy. I’ve never experienced those two feelings at the same time before in my life. I mean, your cute little walk with Tabitha and your sparing match. Really? Do the “APW Faithful” actually write in and say “thanks Trevor, you are interesting.” Because if they do, those kids need to be shot. Or they need to hit puberty. Your feud with Dr. Matt had its moments of interest, but it was mostly when he was kicking your ass or making fun of you. Anytime you talked I felt compelled to make a sandwich, or use the bathroom.
6. You don’t listen and have no sense of reality.
Link: How many times have I told you or have other people told you something and you just ignore it? Surely someone gave you advice on how to win PPV matches after all those defeats in 2008, but you obviously didn’t listen. I’ve told you hundreds of times I don’t care about the stupid Overdrive Title. C’mon! I called it the FTW title; do you think I really respected it? I’ve had my time on top already. I’m not here for glory or fame, so this match is no different. The only difference is I hate you. Are you listening?! I despite you. And I swear if you get as many title shots this year as you did last year I’m initiating a strike on APW. You live in this world where you actually think you matter. You are so SERIOUS all the time. But it’s not really you being focused or mature. I believe you are delusional. I mean, you really believe that you are going to beat me on Overdrive. But that’s just now how the world works. Even if you were to sit at home and write up a fantasy version of our match, your keyboard wouldn’t allow you to type yourself as the winner.
Link starts walking slowly towards the camera, his speech speeding up and growing angrier. He is getting angry and serious.
Link: Come back down to planet earth. Join us here in APW. Because I’m going to kick your ass Trevor. I’m going to make sure ANOTHER Blackwell leaves APW. The way I see it, APW has improved since I’ve gotten here. Dr. Phates ass was kissed goodbye. Now all I want for the New Year is one less asshole. I want you gone. You are fighter, you are a fucking dog in that ring, so blood will spill. You will get some hits in and you will knock me down. But at the end of the match, I’ll be standing over you. Beating you will is the Answer. Beating you will refocus me towards my purpose because nothing feels better than beating someone you hate. I will walk away from that match victorious in every fashion and you will walk away coming up with excuses and reveling on the few good hits you got in. And when you walk way from that match, I don’t want you to pretend to have scored a victory for “making me bleed”. I want you to dwell on your loss. I want it to haunt you all the way home. I want it to effect your relationships! I want it to eat inside of you like my last loss ate at me! I want you to suffer in a cold sweat as you try to sleep with the fact that the match YOU AKSED FOR ended with you tapping out! I want you to remember all my words, you worthless, hypocritical, ugly, boring, deaf asshole. I want you to remember that this was called Ten Things I hate about Trevor Blackwell but that I hate you so much, getting to the final four would just give me a headache. Trevor, I want you to suffer, and I want you to consider quitting. I want you to beg Jeff for a rematch, and I want you instead to be placed in a match with Julian Bale. I want you to never get your way again. After our match I want your life to be a living hell so that you have to keep taking showers just to cool off. I want you to be miserable for the rest of your life and I want our match to be the catalyst. I want you to live on the edge. After our match I want you to hate yourself. But until that comes. Until your day of reckoning is bestowed upon you by RIGHTOUES HAND….
Link: Please Trevor, for your sake. Enjoy yourself, because after Overdrive. The Party’s Over!
