Post by T-Marv on May 17, 2013 1:56:54 GMT -4
So this is what we’ve come to huh? Keaton Saint and Phil Atken both trying to take what is rightfully mine, both claiming that their failed World Heavyweight Title reigns qualifies them to go after the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING and the only title that Matters in the APW?
Tell me Phil… how did it feel to have all your dreams come true just to fumble on the goal line? How’d it feel to know that you held the world in your hands only to throw it away? Your entire title reign, your entire rise to power seemed too good to be true. Granted, no man fought harder, tried greater, and gave more to reach their goals than you Phil. It’s one hell of a feat for a man who barely knows the inside of a ring that he’s not laying flat on his back in.
But when you look at me Phil, you don’t see the Undisputed Champion. You don’t see a man you should respect do you? You see a man who used to have as shitty an outlook on life as you. You see a man who gave up his wish to do whatever it took to win a match. You see a laughable sheep who has suddenly embraced the fans you hate.
But you’re blind!
I’ve simply decided to follow another path. I’ll still do whatever it takes to win a match. I’ll still take advantage of all your MANY short comings. I’ll still pull the wool over your eyes and make you wish you’d never been born. I’m just simply not going out of my way to hate the fans. That takes too much energy, energy that you overexert Phil. I’ll use that energy to ruin your fucking day and make Michael Callahan seem like the mosquito buzzed by your ear. I’m not Callahan… I’m THE FUCKING REAL SHOW!
And then there’s Keaton Saint. Tell me Keaton, how did it feel when you crashed that chair into my head a month ago. Felt good didn’t it? How did it feel when you PURPOSELY pulled me into the path of danger two weeks ago? I saw the replays. I saw that sick smile on your face. It’s finally happening isn’t it Keaton. You’re finally becoming the thing you hate the most… ME! You see that title within your grasp and the power and desire to OWN it consumes you! It possesse you and you MUST have it. You’re nothing more than a greedy little hobbit glaring at his ring.
And now you have to look at these fans and PRETEND that what they say still matters to you. You’ve gone out of your way to let them know you’re still the same old Keaton Saint. WHY do you feel the need to lie Keaton? Why can’t you just embrace who you are, what you are. Why must you continue to be a hypocrite and shove your true nature down further burying it until one day it shoots out of you like lava from a volcano?
And yet you still look at me as the despicable human being who made your life hell for most of 2012. Well that’s fine. I understand it. I understand the notion not to trust me, not to like me. But TWICE I have done you a great service in this ring. TWICE I have proved true to my word. Quit being an ungrateful piece of shit and give me what I WANT! Give me your respect Keaton… Or I’ll rip it from your cold dead carcass!
Your title reign was a big deal to you wasn’t it Keaton? Sorry I didn’t call to congradulate you… I caught a whiff of pollen and sneezed….POOF just like that it was over. You got to the mountain Keaton… and you want back. Thing is you could actually do it… but you won’t. Cause you STILL cant do what’s necessary. And that’s a shame. I saw a glimmer of hope in you Saint… but I see it fading now. You’re regressing…And that’s my opportunity to swoop in and snatch victory away from you…AGAIN!
This week fellas.. The Real show does the very thing he does best… WIN BIG MATCHES!
And what’s bigger than two former champions?
Well, besides the FOUR former champions I beat in Tokyo last year right?
It’ll be déjà vu fellas.
It’ll be the world thinking I can’t possibly face those odds. Then it will be two embarrassed chumps standing there dumb founded.
After I did the impossible.
And then… You will Respect me.
That’s just a fact, and the sooner you except it, the sooner you can move on with your mediocre lives and quit pretending to be the one thing you’re jealous of the most….
ME!
Mayhem is coming fellas…
ITS SHOWTIME!
“Almost there.”
Terry holds an icepack over his head after suffering the second chairshot in two weeks. He grins through the pain and his fiancé Maggie Kent looks at him as if he’d been hit way too hard.
”Um baby, we’re really not moving anywhere right now.”
She puts a hand on his shoulder but he gives her a smile that calms her completely. He laughs a bit.
“No babe… I mean to my goal, to my overall goal with APW. Did you see what I did out there today? I had my chance, my opportunity! I could have taken Keaton out… could have taken Phil Atken out… But I didn‘t. I took the high road! I‘m doing what I said… the whole way through. I‘m doing what I started with TJ, what I continued two weeks ago, and what I‘ll finish in Rio two weeks from tonight!”
She looks at him concerned. Sure, he was doing it all the right way, he was building toward respect, but he was taking a beating the whole way through. She didn’t like that.
”But babe… you got taken out by a chair. Again. I don‘t think that means they respect you very much.”
He chuckles a bit, the pain sears through his head as he does.
“Maybe not… but they will. They‘ll see, every time I come back, every time I shake off one of their blatant attacks, they‘ll see. This is the NEW Terry Marvin, but I will not be bullied around by a thieving little creep and a man who‘s sinking further and further into the murky waters of the dark side. I will get what is owed, what I deserve!”
He smirks again as he puts the ice down revealing a large bump on his head surrounded by a red mark. Maggie cringes but Terry looks into the mirror unyielding.
”Well, as long as you‘re okay.”
“Oh babe, I‘m more than okay. And it‘s all thanks to you.”
She spits out the sip of water she was taking, then blushes her normal shade of red.
”Me… but what did I do?”
“You made me realize EXACTLY what I was supposed to be. I spent my life being a miserable slag doing whatever possible to make those lives around me a living hell. You made me realize I didn‘t have to be that way.”
She blushes again and shakes her head.
“No, you did this all of it. You had it inside of yourself the whole time… I merely helped it come out.”
“And you do so every day. I wanna do you proud. I wanna be the man you can hold your head high and scream to the world that I have your heart!”
She goes to speak but he stops her.
“Oh I know… I already am. But I‘m still gonna try every day. And beating Phil Atken and Keaton Saint into the ground and keeping MY undisputed title around MY waist. And once my mission is accomplished…then it‘s all you sweetheart…forever.”
Terry smiles pulling her in to him as the scene fades to black.
An exquisite marble square board intricately painted with 32 white and 32 black alternating squares that are never quite adjacent to each other sits atop a tiny table. The light from the room glows down on the polished Chess Board illuminating each and every tiny detail in the surface.
Sitting on this marble masterpiece are 32 pure pieces of art! 16 expertly crafted pieces black as onyx with a mesmerizing sheen to them. 16 divinely sculpted frosted white crystal pieces glitter in the light showering out a prismatic appearance. They’re poised in the starting position, ready to do battle for whichever generals lead their charge, ready to die in order to satisfy a bloodthirsty tyrant.
Footsteps can be heard as light creeps into the room and the familiar creek of a door can be heard. A man slowly enters the room, cautiously walking to the board and standing right behind it. The camera pans out and up to see the face of the APW Undisputed Champion standing there beaming with a wicked smile. He grabs two of the white pieces very quickly.
And like a flash of lightning, grabs the table with his other hand and flips it over, sending the superb little sculptures scattering through the air like large glass confetti. The table crashes into the ground, somehow staying in one piece. But soon the loud clanking of figurines rings out through the room as if we were in the middle of a crystallized rain storm!
Terry looks up at the camera deadpan and begins to speak.
“For more than a year, I’ve been strategically controlling the board that is Action Packed Wrestling. I’ve used my pawns as sacrificial lambs to the slaughter for whatever I’ve deemed necessary. I’ve deftly shuffled my bishops and rooks to control the landscape while I scopped out my next twenty moves in perfect precision. I used my knights to trap the opposition and force them to make difficult choices! And my queen….”
He lets out a sigh.
“My queen I used as a distraction and then discarded her when it suited me best! I am the CHESSMASTER of APW, and The king of my very own game.
He smirks as he walks across the floor, careful not to step on any pieces, sliding a few of them around with his feet!
“I orchestrated a pinpoint precision attack on Keaton Saint and overwhelmed him with my forces untill he dropped his guard and then I snuck around and took him out when he least expected it.
Kurt Noble I turned into a slimmey pool of his own mess with my mind games and always keeping him guessing. And then as a final dagger into the king, I won by turning Kurt’s own queen against him!
Biggs and CJ Gates BOTH were a matter of deception. Make them think one thing, and then once they have a game plan and position… BOOM, rip the carpet out from under them.
But before my marathon game against 99 other opponents… I took my queen and threw it away. Cause it was a crutch, a distraction, and that’s one thing I couldn’t afford! And I conquered the masses!”
He pauses in the middle of the scattered pieces and looks up to the ceiling before letting out a sigh.
“And I‘ve been playing so long that I completely forgot my place in it all. I mistook my self for a piece, sacrificing my happiness like another common pawn. But those days are done…”
He looks down at a pile of pieces and smiles… He pulls one of them away with the toe of his boot and places it in between his two feet. He looks down at a black, onyx looking horse and snorts.
“Ah yes, the Knight. A figure stone of any good chess match, of any good chess player. This is Keaton Saint… the Knight of APW, the man who promised, who swore, who guaranteed that he would rid the world of what he called “EVIL“ of what he referred to ME as. Yet every time he‘s made this boisterous claim, he has failed to deliver. But that‘s how he plays his game, with a constant string of failures His knighthood has already been called into question and his recent actions have not done much to help.
The thing is, Keaton could succeed, just like any knight could Keaton could be a star player, could steal the show. Hell, he‘s already done it one no matter how briefly. He shows that spark every now and then like he can steal one away. But when the chips are down, and the clock is ticking, and he MUST make a move right now, he ALWAYS chokes! This is the only thing Keaton has EVER proven… this is the only thing that has been a stone cold FACT in his entire tenure here.
So here he is once again, the same old story, the same old soon to be broken promises. But this time perhaps a new attitude has darkened his shine. There is a shadow over this Keaton Saint. Perhaps it‘s desperation over defeat after defeat. Perhaps he‘s finally given to that which has dominated him in the past. Perhaps he just doesn‘t care anymore. It makes no difference. This Encounter is NO different in my mind than any of the prior ones. I still control the board. I still know all the moves before they‘re going to happen! I will take Keaton‘s best… his formidable best…and I will still be standing in the end. For I am better. For I will ALWAYS be better.”
With a flick of his right. foot, the tow on his boot snaps down and crushes the horse in half. Terry smiles at his dismemberment of the piece. He turns his head now and sees a rook sitting alone just a few inches away from his left foot.
“Ah yes.. The Rook. The sneaky character in the corner that you completely forget is there…until he‘s sliding across the board to fuck up your day. Phil Atken is a conniving little fuck just like that. But more than that, he‘s stalwart, resilient…kinda like a cockroach that you just can‘t ever fucking kill no matter how many times you spray him in the face with Raid! For no reason whatsoever, because he clearly doesn’t belong there, he just keeps showing back up at the top of the list.
Phil Atken rose up from the damn ashes of a ruined career to become the World Champion. He defeated the BEST of the best, and the Unfortunate one became an overnight sensation. He was untouchable for a time period…but that‘s Phil‘s problem. He got bored… bored with being the best, bored with being a champion. He fucked around and fell to people who were beneath him. He took that title and wiped his ass with it. He disrespected everything this business stood for… and that‘s something I can‘t let pass.
You don’t have enough focus to play a whole game Phil, losing interest after you’ve had your fun? Then why the fuck are you back here once more looking for a hand out? You were a FLAKE of a champion when you defiled the World Heavyweight Championship. And now here you are once again floating along the bottom without a care in the world, intending to drag this match down to your mediocre standards and then win it with experience! But the world doesn’t work that way Philly boy, and it’s about time for you to return to unfortunate status. The clock has struck midnight Cinderella and its time for your pathetic ass to turn back into a pumpkin! ”
He picks his left foot up and slams it down hard crushing the rook under his heel and smiling at the satisfying crunch.
He bends over and grabs the pieces of the rook in his hand. While down there he grabs the body and severed head of the Knight.
“Just like their avitars… I shall crush the spirit of the rook, of Phil Atken till he‘s nothing left by rubble. I shall cut the head off the self righteous movement put forth by Sir Keaton Saint.”
He stands up grabbing the table and setting it up right. He brushes the dirt and dust off the board and puts the two crumbled pieces on the board and then smiles as he takes two White pieces out of his pocket.
“When all the pieces have fallen and all the soldiers have been sacrificed, there exists only two.”
He places them on the board in the middle. It is the white King in Queen, in perfect shape, standing over the pile of rubble.
“I am the king of APW.. The UNDISPUTED King, and standing beside me is the one queen I refuse to sacrifice for the greater good. My love…my life….my fiance Maggie Kent has taught me that there are few things in this world that matter. Being proud of who you are and what you do is one of them. So I‘m done playing games. I‘m done being the ChessMaster. From now on, I‘m simply THE REAL SHOW! And it‘s time for the entire APW to stand up and recognize the transfirmation that‘s taken place!
Things aren’t like what they were. Phil, Keaton, You two refuse to see the truth, to evolve, to let me have what I’ve bled for, what I’ve damn near killed myself for. It is the reason that I’m GODS Gift to wrestling, still more than ever. But when the smoke has cleared and my final game is done… both of you will respect me. Whether you want to or not… whether I force you to or not… You will respect me. Because I‘ve earned that, along with everything else that decorates my place in history.
This chess match… This magnificent game of strategy and planning… will be my last. But it will also be my greatest…and my most triumphant….
Phil Atken
Keaton Saint
CHECKMATE!”
Terry walks to the door leaving the camera focused on the King and Queen in the middle of the board…until with a flick of the switch, the light is distinguished and all is dark.
Tell me Phil… how did it feel to have all your dreams come true just to fumble on the goal line? How’d it feel to know that you held the world in your hands only to throw it away? Your entire title reign, your entire rise to power seemed too good to be true. Granted, no man fought harder, tried greater, and gave more to reach their goals than you Phil. It’s one hell of a feat for a man who barely knows the inside of a ring that he’s not laying flat on his back in.
But when you look at me Phil, you don’t see the Undisputed Champion. You don’t see a man you should respect do you? You see a man who used to have as shitty an outlook on life as you. You see a man who gave up his wish to do whatever it took to win a match. You see a laughable sheep who has suddenly embraced the fans you hate.
But you’re blind!
I’ve simply decided to follow another path. I’ll still do whatever it takes to win a match. I’ll still take advantage of all your MANY short comings. I’ll still pull the wool over your eyes and make you wish you’d never been born. I’m just simply not going out of my way to hate the fans. That takes too much energy, energy that you overexert Phil. I’ll use that energy to ruin your fucking day and make Michael Callahan seem like the mosquito buzzed by your ear. I’m not Callahan… I’m THE FUCKING REAL SHOW!
And then there’s Keaton Saint. Tell me Keaton, how did it feel when you crashed that chair into my head a month ago. Felt good didn’t it? How did it feel when you PURPOSELY pulled me into the path of danger two weeks ago? I saw the replays. I saw that sick smile on your face. It’s finally happening isn’t it Keaton. You’re finally becoming the thing you hate the most… ME! You see that title within your grasp and the power and desire to OWN it consumes you! It possesse you and you MUST have it. You’re nothing more than a greedy little hobbit glaring at his ring.
And now you have to look at these fans and PRETEND that what they say still matters to you. You’ve gone out of your way to let them know you’re still the same old Keaton Saint. WHY do you feel the need to lie Keaton? Why can’t you just embrace who you are, what you are. Why must you continue to be a hypocrite and shove your true nature down further burying it until one day it shoots out of you like lava from a volcano?
And yet you still look at me as the despicable human being who made your life hell for most of 2012. Well that’s fine. I understand it. I understand the notion not to trust me, not to like me. But TWICE I have done you a great service in this ring. TWICE I have proved true to my word. Quit being an ungrateful piece of shit and give me what I WANT! Give me your respect Keaton… Or I’ll rip it from your cold dead carcass!
Your title reign was a big deal to you wasn’t it Keaton? Sorry I didn’t call to congradulate you… I caught a whiff of pollen and sneezed….POOF just like that it was over. You got to the mountain Keaton… and you want back. Thing is you could actually do it… but you won’t. Cause you STILL cant do what’s necessary. And that’s a shame. I saw a glimmer of hope in you Saint… but I see it fading now. You’re regressing…And that’s my opportunity to swoop in and snatch victory away from you…AGAIN!
This week fellas.. The Real show does the very thing he does best… WIN BIG MATCHES!
And what’s bigger than two former champions?
Well, besides the FOUR former champions I beat in Tokyo last year right?
It’ll be déjà vu fellas.
It’ll be the world thinking I can’t possibly face those odds. Then it will be two embarrassed chumps standing there dumb founded.
After I did the impossible.
And then… You will Respect me.
That’s just a fact, and the sooner you except it, the sooner you can move on with your mediocre lives and quit pretending to be the one thing you’re jealous of the most….
ME!
Mayhem is coming fellas…
ITS SHOWTIME!
May 6 2013 - Day after Asylum
“Almost there.”
Terry holds an icepack over his head after suffering the second chairshot in two weeks. He grins through the pain and his fiancé Maggie Kent looks at him as if he’d been hit way too hard.
”Um baby, we’re really not moving anywhere right now.”
She puts a hand on his shoulder but he gives her a smile that calms her completely. He laughs a bit.
“No babe… I mean to my goal, to my overall goal with APW. Did you see what I did out there today? I had my chance, my opportunity! I could have taken Keaton out… could have taken Phil Atken out… But I didn‘t. I took the high road! I‘m doing what I said… the whole way through. I‘m doing what I started with TJ, what I continued two weeks ago, and what I‘ll finish in Rio two weeks from tonight!”
She looks at him concerned. Sure, he was doing it all the right way, he was building toward respect, but he was taking a beating the whole way through. She didn’t like that.
”But babe… you got taken out by a chair. Again. I don‘t think that means they respect you very much.”
He chuckles a bit, the pain sears through his head as he does.
“Maybe not… but they will. They‘ll see, every time I come back, every time I shake off one of their blatant attacks, they‘ll see. This is the NEW Terry Marvin, but I will not be bullied around by a thieving little creep and a man who‘s sinking further and further into the murky waters of the dark side. I will get what is owed, what I deserve!”
He smirks again as he puts the ice down revealing a large bump on his head surrounded by a red mark. Maggie cringes but Terry looks into the mirror unyielding.
”Well, as long as you‘re okay.”
“Oh babe, I‘m more than okay. And it‘s all thanks to you.”
She spits out the sip of water she was taking, then blushes her normal shade of red.
”Me… but what did I do?”
“You made me realize EXACTLY what I was supposed to be. I spent my life being a miserable slag doing whatever possible to make those lives around me a living hell. You made me realize I didn‘t have to be that way.”
She blushes again and shakes her head.
“No, you did this all of it. You had it inside of yourself the whole time… I merely helped it come out.”
“And you do so every day. I wanna do you proud. I wanna be the man you can hold your head high and scream to the world that I have your heart!”
She goes to speak but he stops her.
“Oh I know… I already am. But I‘m still gonna try every day. And beating Phil Atken and Keaton Saint into the ground and keeping MY undisputed title around MY waist. And once my mission is accomplished…then it‘s all you sweetheart…forever.”
Terry smiles pulling her in to him as the scene fades to black.
An exquisite marble square board intricately painted with 32 white and 32 black alternating squares that are never quite adjacent to each other sits atop a tiny table. The light from the room glows down on the polished Chess Board illuminating each and every tiny detail in the surface.
Sitting on this marble masterpiece are 32 pure pieces of art! 16 expertly crafted pieces black as onyx with a mesmerizing sheen to them. 16 divinely sculpted frosted white crystal pieces glitter in the light showering out a prismatic appearance. They’re poised in the starting position, ready to do battle for whichever generals lead their charge, ready to die in order to satisfy a bloodthirsty tyrant.
Footsteps can be heard as light creeps into the room and the familiar creek of a door can be heard. A man slowly enters the room, cautiously walking to the board and standing right behind it. The camera pans out and up to see the face of the APW Undisputed Champion standing there beaming with a wicked smile. He grabs two of the white pieces very quickly.
And like a flash of lightning, grabs the table with his other hand and flips it over, sending the superb little sculptures scattering through the air like large glass confetti. The table crashes into the ground, somehow staying in one piece. But soon the loud clanking of figurines rings out through the room as if we were in the middle of a crystallized rain storm!
Terry looks up at the camera deadpan and begins to speak.
“For more than a year, I’ve been strategically controlling the board that is Action Packed Wrestling. I’ve used my pawns as sacrificial lambs to the slaughter for whatever I’ve deemed necessary. I’ve deftly shuffled my bishops and rooks to control the landscape while I scopped out my next twenty moves in perfect precision. I used my knights to trap the opposition and force them to make difficult choices! And my queen….”
He lets out a sigh.
“My queen I used as a distraction and then discarded her when it suited me best! I am the CHESSMASTER of APW, and The king of my very own game.
He smirks as he walks across the floor, careful not to step on any pieces, sliding a few of them around with his feet!
“I orchestrated a pinpoint precision attack on Keaton Saint and overwhelmed him with my forces untill he dropped his guard and then I snuck around and took him out when he least expected it.
Kurt Noble I turned into a slimmey pool of his own mess with my mind games and always keeping him guessing. And then as a final dagger into the king, I won by turning Kurt’s own queen against him!
Biggs and CJ Gates BOTH were a matter of deception. Make them think one thing, and then once they have a game plan and position… BOOM, rip the carpet out from under them.
But before my marathon game against 99 other opponents… I took my queen and threw it away. Cause it was a crutch, a distraction, and that’s one thing I couldn’t afford! And I conquered the masses!”
He pauses in the middle of the scattered pieces and looks up to the ceiling before letting out a sigh.
“And I‘ve been playing so long that I completely forgot my place in it all. I mistook my self for a piece, sacrificing my happiness like another common pawn. But those days are done…”
He looks down at a pile of pieces and smiles… He pulls one of them away with the toe of his boot and places it in between his two feet. He looks down at a black, onyx looking horse and snorts.
“Ah yes, the Knight. A figure stone of any good chess match, of any good chess player. This is Keaton Saint… the Knight of APW, the man who promised, who swore, who guaranteed that he would rid the world of what he called “EVIL“ of what he referred to ME as. Yet every time he‘s made this boisterous claim, he has failed to deliver. But that‘s how he plays his game, with a constant string of failures His knighthood has already been called into question and his recent actions have not done much to help.
The thing is, Keaton could succeed, just like any knight could Keaton could be a star player, could steal the show. Hell, he‘s already done it one no matter how briefly. He shows that spark every now and then like he can steal one away. But when the chips are down, and the clock is ticking, and he MUST make a move right now, he ALWAYS chokes! This is the only thing Keaton has EVER proven… this is the only thing that has been a stone cold FACT in his entire tenure here.
So here he is once again, the same old story, the same old soon to be broken promises. But this time perhaps a new attitude has darkened his shine. There is a shadow over this Keaton Saint. Perhaps it‘s desperation over defeat after defeat. Perhaps he‘s finally given to that which has dominated him in the past. Perhaps he just doesn‘t care anymore. It makes no difference. This Encounter is NO different in my mind than any of the prior ones. I still control the board. I still know all the moves before they‘re going to happen! I will take Keaton‘s best… his formidable best…and I will still be standing in the end. For I am better. For I will ALWAYS be better.”
With a flick of his right. foot, the tow on his boot snaps down and crushes the horse in half. Terry smiles at his dismemberment of the piece. He turns his head now and sees a rook sitting alone just a few inches away from his left foot.
“Ah yes.. The Rook. The sneaky character in the corner that you completely forget is there…until he‘s sliding across the board to fuck up your day. Phil Atken is a conniving little fuck just like that. But more than that, he‘s stalwart, resilient…kinda like a cockroach that you just can‘t ever fucking kill no matter how many times you spray him in the face with Raid! For no reason whatsoever, because he clearly doesn’t belong there, he just keeps showing back up at the top of the list.
Phil Atken rose up from the damn ashes of a ruined career to become the World Champion. He defeated the BEST of the best, and the Unfortunate one became an overnight sensation. He was untouchable for a time period…but that‘s Phil‘s problem. He got bored… bored with being the best, bored with being a champion. He fucked around and fell to people who were beneath him. He took that title and wiped his ass with it. He disrespected everything this business stood for… and that‘s something I can‘t let pass.
You don’t have enough focus to play a whole game Phil, losing interest after you’ve had your fun? Then why the fuck are you back here once more looking for a hand out? You were a FLAKE of a champion when you defiled the World Heavyweight Championship. And now here you are once again floating along the bottom without a care in the world, intending to drag this match down to your mediocre standards and then win it with experience! But the world doesn’t work that way Philly boy, and it’s about time for you to return to unfortunate status. The clock has struck midnight Cinderella and its time for your pathetic ass to turn back into a pumpkin! ”
He picks his left foot up and slams it down hard crushing the rook under his heel and smiling at the satisfying crunch.
He bends over and grabs the pieces of the rook in his hand. While down there he grabs the body and severed head of the Knight.
“Just like their avitars… I shall crush the spirit of the rook, of Phil Atken till he‘s nothing left by rubble. I shall cut the head off the self righteous movement put forth by Sir Keaton Saint.”
He stands up grabbing the table and setting it up right. He brushes the dirt and dust off the board and puts the two crumbled pieces on the board and then smiles as he takes two White pieces out of his pocket.
“When all the pieces have fallen and all the soldiers have been sacrificed, there exists only two.”
He places them on the board in the middle. It is the white King in Queen, in perfect shape, standing over the pile of rubble.
“I am the king of APW.. The UNDISPUTED King, and standing beside me is the one queen I refuse to sacrifice for the greater good. My love…my life….my fiance Maggie Kent has taught me that there are few things in this world that matter. Being proud of who you are and what you do is one of them. So I‘m done playing games. I‘m done being the ChessMaster. From now on, I‘m simply THE REAL SHOW! And it‘s time for the entire APW to stand up and recognize the transfirmation that‘s taken place!
Things aren’t like what they were. Phil, Keaton, You two refuse to see the truth, to evolve, to let me have what I’ve bled for, what I’ve damn near killed myself for. It is the reason that I’m GODS Gift to wrestling, still more than ever. But when the smoke has cleared and my final game is done… both of you will respect me. Whether you want to or not… whether I force you to or not… You will respect me. Because I‘ve earned that, along with everything else that decorates my place in history.
This chess match… This magnificent game of strategy and planning… will be my last. But it will also be my greatest…and my most triumphant….
Phil Atken
Keaton Saint
CHECKMATE!”
Terry walks to the door leaving the camera focused on the King and Queen in the middle of the board…until with a flick of the switch, the light is distinguished and all is dark.
