Post by T-Marv on May 18, 2013 12:32:59 GMT -4
The HOT HOT sun blares down as you can see the steam rise from the desert sand! We hear the crunching sounds of boots trampling through the ground. Stepping on twigs and rocks, these boots carefully tread around any and all plant life. Soon the toe of these boots come to a stop… right in front of this:
We see a hand come into view as the person attached to the black boots crouches down near the flower. The APW Undisputed Championship Belt is laid at the base of the plant and the camera pans out enough to see the REAL SHOW Terry Marvin, owner of said prestige, is there, sunglasses on staring at this thing of beauty.
“Amazing isn’t it? How a thing of such beauty can grow in these god awful conditions? I mean, here we are in the middle of a desolate land and something so amazing is just here… for no apparent reason…”
He smirks.
“But there‘s always a reason… isn‘t there?”
He chuckles and looks at the camera, glasses off and a strait look on his face.
“Take a look at the location of APW‘s Mayhem for comparison. Here we have Rio De Janeiro, one of the most beautiful cities on earth containing some of the most beautiful people the world has ever seen, sitting right in the middle of the ugly that is Brazil…a developing nation who‘s rich and empowered stomp out the poor and unfortunate….”
He smiles….
“Which is exactly what happens in Action Packed Wrestling…Those rolling in abundance of talent and power squash those who have none. But in the midst with all that danger and violence, that backstabbing and ugliness that we call the wrestling business is this one thing of beauty…”
He pats the faceplate of his Undisputed titles.
“This shimmering piece of luxury is what it‘s all about! This thing of beauty shines above all rest. It gives the people hope, hope that they may one day be in its presence.
And it‘s all mine!”
His smile is bright and wide now, but the smile fades…
“But as with all things of beauty, with all things coveted…there are those out there who want to possess it for their very own. They want to steal it away from the GREATEST THING TO EVER happen to wrestling, and leave an empty spot in my soul. ”
He looks up scowling.
“But they can‘t have it… they can‘t touch it…
It‘s mine….
Forever, it‘s mine! ”
He stand up now and looks around the part of the dessert and slips his glasses back on scowling.
“This week, two men try to claim my possession as their prize. They mistakenly believe that it‘s some simple toy up for grabs as if they were playing some rigged carnival game! This isn‘t a trophy for them to ogle at and covet, salivating like you’re looking at the last piece of chicken.
This is a part of me… an extension of my soul, of my being. The two men coming after it look to cut this extra appendage off of me…
Yet they have no ideas the dangers that await them!”
Terry smiles as he looks dead into the camera.
Do you even get it Keaton? Do you even understand the metamorphosis that’s going down right before your eyes? You’re still stuck in the past, stuck in the mindset that a zebra cannot and will not change his stripes. Not trusting me is one thing, I totally get that. I’ve been a right bastard for most of my career, but it’s a career that has flourished and brought me to where I am today so I will NOT apologize for that! I am a competitor first and foremost…I’m here to win, and anything I’ve ever done to accomplish that feat has been 100% fair game!
But a new day is dawning and just like every generation in human history, it’s time to evolve and adapt. Being a competitor means something different to me, more extravagant and intricate than I ever imagined possible. If I can completely change my whole way of thinking, of acting, of winning and still be as successful as ever, then what kind of legendary stamp would that put on my already storied career? It’s a new challenge Keaton, and it comes with a new mindset. And frankly I don’t give a FUCK if you’re to meager brained to handle that!
You fight and you fight and you fight to deny what is right in front of your eyes, what most of the world has already accepted. Its gone beyond not wanting to be fooled again. It’s bored deep down into your soul and began to eat away at the good man that was once there. It’s filled you with hate, filled you with conflict so that the only thing you can think about is ENDING my reign of Terror….
WAKE THE FUCK UP KEATON! My Reign of Terror ended a long time ago! If you weren’t so hell-bent on my own destruction for your VERY selfish reasons, then you’d see that change HAS happened whether you wanted it to or not! And your not trying to save APW anymore…oh no, that Keaton saint is FAR gone. You’re not trying to be the hero anymore. This…what you’ve been doing for the past 2 months…is nothing more than pure petty jealousy. You’re Butt hurt that I’ve obliterated any credibility inside a wrestling ring you might have had. You RAN away to asylum just to get away from me Keaton…because you consistently FAILED at your mission over and over and over again. So when you found out I was coming to Asylum… your heart broke and your spirit shattered!
I can see the shell of a man that was left.
I take responsibility for emptying you out Keaton…but I thought you were stronger than this. A better man would have risen above. A better man would have moved on and found a new cause, a better cause to be adamant about.
But here you all, still sticking to the old ways, still WISHING I was the same evil I’ve always been. The fact is, Keaton, you don’t want me to change! THAT’s why you can’t accept it. Cause if I change Keaton, then what’s your point, what’s your purpose? You want to fool yourself into believing that Maggie is some stupid little bitch that I’m using instead of the soul mate I’ve been searching for my entire life. You strive to STEAL my happiness because you can’t handle the fact that someone you despise, someone you once wished to the grave has actually washed the blood and grime from his soul and has been redeemed in the eyes of the universe and rewarded with his heart and happiness… It’s too much for you Keaton, because in your eyes it’s the villain getting the last laugh, the bad guy getting the happy ending! When in reality, it’s an entirely different story. I’ve SHED the monster, Recycled the Evil, and become the BETTER man….all for Maggie Kent. And that just BAFFLES your mind…but I don’t give a shit. Cause it’s MY happy ending Keaton…DEAL WITH IT!
For all the praise I do about change, for all the talk I so about becoming a different man, perhaps I was the one who was blind after all? Because you Keaton… you’re the one who’s converted from the SAINT of APW to just another cookie cutter, power hungry tyrant looking to pad his waist with someone else’s property. It’s sad to see you fall so far Keaton. And it’ll be even sadder to see you once again reach up for that pinnacle only to have your fingertips come up JUST SHY of achieving your goals…as they ALWAYS do!
I started this thing all about Respect Keaton! I started this all about Redemption. In my eyes I’ve accomplished all of my quests.. So now it’s up to you. You have a choice to make at the end of this Keaton. When I stand there in that ring with MY undisputed Championship Held HIGH above my head what kind of person, what kind of man are you going to be? Are you going to continue down this path of dejected, fallen hero? Are you going to continue your fall into darkness?
Or are you going to do the right thing, are you going to GIVE ME my due, give me my respect, and QUIT this foolish quest to vanquish me and these FABRICATED sins that you somehow pretend that I continue to commit?
Who am I kidding Keaton? You’re still the stubborn old fool who cannot let go of his childish wishes to be the hero.
Well guess what pal. SUPERMAN’S DEAD! It’s a NEW Era! There’s a new brand of Hero. Evolve Keaton…or forever become extinct.
Terry smiles again, imagining the world without Keaton Saint, without that entire species of humans who are close-minded and meddlesome enough to believe that their way is the ONLY way!
His mind drifts now to a completely different breed of creature. This breed is self endangering, self destructive, and it’s only a matter of time before it disappears completely. It’s a species that simply DOES NOT CARE….and it’s a wicked and contagious cancer!
And then there’s my other opponent…Forgive me but his name seems to have slipped my mind. Perhaps that’s cause he’s been all but non existent since he came storming on the scene announcing his intentions to claim the top prize that resides around my waist! And sense then…NOTHING! He rode my coattails to a victory. He proved to be a waste of space when Keaton embarrassed him….has kept himself completely quiet is only given any sort of recognition when somebody prevalent mentions his name…SO I hereby refuse to utter your name but this one time Phil Atken…And that‘s only to remind the world that has already forgotten you that you‘re actually IN this match!
It’s happening again isn’t it? The pressure is getting to you. You feel the walls closing around on you as everything you’ve wanted is slowly slipping away. That pressure in your chest, that anxiety you feel is the realization in your brain and soul that you are not GOOD enough to be in this match, that you’re only here on a minor technicality that has afforded you service in this match! You’re like a Roaring campfire on a desert night. You burst into flames, burning bright, hot and tall, devouring all fuel thrown your way. But as time goes on, as the night goes on, your heat dies down, your flames dim until all that’s left are embers.
All your potential… all your fire, all your momentum has been thrown away hasn’t it? You’re simply just another lost soul floating around in the atmosphere just hoping that somebody comes along to give you purpose. Gone is the greatness of your World Title Reign. Gone is your epic victory at Survive and Conquer. GONE are the days of the fans and the underdogs getting behind you. The Unfortunate Era never got off the ground, and that’s your curse isn’t it?
You loved being the unknown, because then there were no expectations, an if you failed then nobody would care. And you continue to try to get yourself into that position, into not being one to be noticed so that you can bide your time and swoop in and steal the show. But you’ve played this game so many times Phil…that you’re not fooling anybody. The only thing you’re doing is slipping further and further into irrelevancy. And I can see the toll that’s taking on you man.
Suddenly you want to be known, you want to be revered, you want to be cherished. You want all this attention that you shunned that you ignored. And now you crave it, now you’re addicted like some gutter trash handing out blowjobs for a fucking needle! And it’s killing you and eating away at what little soul you have left! Yet the world has turned their back on you….just the way you’ve always wanted. The world doesn’t care about you. The APW roster doesn’t care about you. You’re a forgotten face in the crowd.
This is your last chance to stand up and do something right. This is your only opportunity to prove that you deserve to be known that you deserve to be recognized. All the cards are laid out for you. All you have to do is reach out and grab it. I know you can do it…I’ve seen it happen. The pride I felt in you all those many months ago when your rose up from the ashes like a scorned phoenix and burst through your glass ceiling to become the man you always had it in you to be, was overwhelming.
Then you let me down.
Then you let the APW down, the World Heavyweight championship down.
Then you let yourself down!
So what the fuck are you going to do about it? Are you going to get mad, get focused and break out of that shell of yours one more time and make magic happen? Are you going to live up to your expectations and set aside this silly need to be in the shadows?
Can you step into my house and take the Undisputed Title away from me?
No…. I don’t think you can. I think you’ll let your fears and doubts dissuade you. I think you’ll smash your skull into that ceiling and plummet all the way down to the cold hard, unforgiving concrete below where your body will lie shattered and broken for the rest of existence. Your memory will fade away into the void where it shall forever rot. When the world looks back on these moments of history, you’ll simply be a smudge on the page. You’ll be a vortex that nobody can quite recall, your name always on the tip of there tongue but not ever vocalized.
You will be FORGOTTEN!
Don’t like the thought of that? Don’t like that shiver that went down your spine when you pictured the suffocating vacuum that your stain on this world will be forever lost in? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
You want to be remembered? You want people to mention your name? You want to be relevant? DO SOMETHING MEMORABLE! Prove me wrong, prove the world wrong. For once in your fucking waste of a life be MORE than just a SMUDGE! Make yourself more than just a nameless face blending in with your surroundings. Make yourself a MEMORY….
Otherwise…enjoy your black hole!
Terry smiles one last time and then crouches back down to the flower.
“You see, something as exquisite as this, or as Rio, or as the Undisputed Championship…isn’t all it appears to be on the surface.
Deep down under the polished exterior of that beautiful city lives a seedy and violent nature. Murder, corruption and greed are abound. It’s dangerous, very dangerous, and it could sneak up on you and end your existence.”
Terry then smiles and VERY carefully places his hand lightly over one of the flowers. He pushes it aside revealing a LARGE spike attached to a cactus underneath. This spike looks more vicious than a dagger and ten times more deadly.
“THIS is Devils Pincushion. The flowers hide and mask the beast that lives underneath. Horses and other animals unwillingly trample over it, sending the shards deep into their heel, rendering them crippled and useless…causing them to be put down and out of their misery!
Sometimes it‘s the vicious truth that hides under the beauty that will sting you…that will skewer you and send you running for cover. Sometimes you‘re blinded by the pretty thing that you want, and ignore the danger stealthily waiting within…poised to strike!”
He grabs his title belt and stands up.
“THAT is the one thing you two wide eyed school boys don’t understand as you let your awestruck infatuation distract you from the THORN hiding under the rose!
I am that thorn fellas! And I can’t wait to strike!
There is a reason nobody has succeeded in taking this title away from me, a reason that better man than either of you have tried and failed. There is a reason I am GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING! There is a reason that come Mayhem I will officially be the LONGEST reigning Undisputed Champion in history! And there is a reason that reign will remain in tact.
It’s because people just see this belt, and all they want is to possess it at all costs. They think they can just take it away with no consequences. THEN they realize the hidden peril waiting underneath….But by then it‘s too late. They‘ve already fallen into my trap and are far too gone to be saved.
Keaton, Phil… you two are the Unwitting horse about to walk into unforgiving pain. I‘d tell you to tread lightly…but I know that will be ignored.
You‘re blinded by your ignorance.
And I will be your downfall.
Just ask all those who’ve come before you.
If you think I’m just going to stand here and let you come at me with your admittedly vast, if not misused, array of talents, then you’re clearly not paying attention. I ALWAYS have an ace in the hole, or a trick up my sleeve. But the two of you are arrogant enough to ignore that fact EVEN THOUGH I just laid it out for you. You’ll still be surprised, still be confused as to what happened. And I’ll be the one laughing while I shine my Undisputed Title!
The story has already been written gentlemen, and it‘s playing out like a movie in front of my eyes…
Here‘s a spoiler alert…. I WIN!
And with it… comes my respect, ONE WAY or another!
APW.... you've heard it before and I'll say it again because I ALWAYS follow through.
Get Ready...
IT‘S SHOWTIME!”
Terry takes his title and turns, walking off into the distant sands. The scene fades to black.
We see a hand come into view as the person attached to the black boots crouches down near the flower. The APW Undisputed Championship Belt is laid at the base of the plant and the camera pans out enough to see the REAL SHOW Terry Marvin, owner of said prestige, is there, sunglasses on staring at this thing of beauty.
“Amazing isn’t it? How a thing of such beauty can grow in these god awful conditions? I mean, here we are in the middle of a desolate land and something so amazing is just here… for no apparent reason…”
He smirks.
“But there‘s always a reason… isn‘t there?”
He chuckles and looks at the camera, glasses off and a strait look on his face.
“Take a look at the location of APW‘s Mayhem for comparison. Here we have Rio De Janeiro, one of the most beautiful cities on earth containing some of the most beautiful people the world has ever seen, sitting right in the middle of the ugly that is Brazil…a developing nation who‘s rich and empowered stomp out the poor and unfortunate….”
He smiles….
“Which is exactly what happens in Action Packed Wrestling…Those rolling in abundance of talent and power squash those who have none. But in the midst with all that danger and violence, that backstabbing and ugliness that we call the wrestling business is this one thing of beauty…”
He pats the faceplate of his Undisputed titles.
“This shimmering piece of luxury is what it‘s all about! This thing of beauty shines above all rest. It gives the people hope, hope that they may one day be in its presence.
And it‘s all mine!”
His smile is bright and wide now, but the smile fades…
“But as with all things of beauty, with all things coveted…there are those out there who want to possess it for their very own. They want to steal it away from the GREATEST THING TO EVER happen to wrestling, and leave an empty spot in my soul. ”
He looks up scowling.
“But they can‘t have it… they can‘t touch it…
It‘s mine….
Forever, it‘s mine! ”
He stand up now and looks around the part of the dessert and slips his glasses back on scowling.
“This week, two men try to claim my possession as their prize. They mistakenly believe that it‘s some simple toy up for grabs as if they were playing some rigged carnival game! This isn‘t a trophy for them to ogle at and covet, salivating like you’re looking at the last piece of chicken.
This is a part of me… an extension of my soul, of my being. The two men coming after it look to cut this extra appendage off of me…
Yet they have no ideas the dangers that await them!”
Terry smiles as he looks dead into the camera.
Do you even get it Keaton? Do you even understand the metamorphosis that’s going down right before your eyes? You’re still stuck in the past, stuck in the mindset that a zebra cannot and will not change his stripes. Not trusting me is one thing, I totally get that. I’ve been a right bastard for most of my career, but it’s a career that has flourished and brought me to where I am today so I will NOT apologize for that! I am a competitor first and foremost…I’m here to win, and anything I’ve ever done to accomplish that feat has been 100% fair game!
But a new day is dawning and just like every generation in human history, it’s time to evolve and adapt. Being a competitor means something different to me, more extravagant and intricate than I ever imagined possible. If I can completely change my whole way of thinking, of acting, of winning and still be as successful as ever, then what kind of legendary stamp would that put on my already storied career? It’s a new challenge Keaton, and it comes with a new mindset. And frankly I don’t give a FUCK if you’re to meager brained to handle that!
You fight and you fight and you fight to deny what is right in front of your eyes, what most of the world has already accepted. Its gone beyond not wanting to be fooled again. It’s bored deep down into your soul and began to eat away at the good man that was once there. It’s filled you with hate, filled you with conflict so that the only thing you can think about is ENDING my reign of Terror….
WAKE THE FUCK UP KEATON! My Reign of Terror ended a long time ago! If you weren’t so hell-bent on my own destruction for your VERY selfish reasons, then you’d see that change HAS happened whether you wanted it to or not! And your not trying to save APW anymore…oh no, that Keaton saint is FAR gone. You’re not trying to be the hero anymore. This…what you’ve been doing for the past 2 months…is nothing more than pure petty jealousy. You’re Butt hurt that I’ve obliterated any credibility inside a wrestling ring you might have had. You RAN away to asylum just to get away from me Keaton…because you consistently FAILED at your mission over and over and over again. So when you found out I was coming to Asylum… your heart broke and your spirit shattered!
I can see the shell of a man that was left.
I take responsibility for emptying you out Keaton…but I thought you were stronger than this. A better man would have risen above. A better man would have moved on and found a new cause, a better cause to be adamant about.
But here you all, still sticking to the old ways, still WISHING I was the same evil I’ve always been. The fact is, Keaton, you don’t want me to change! THAT’s why you can’t accept it. Cause if I change Keaton, then what’s your point, what’s your purpose? You want to fool yourself into believing that Maggie is some stupid little bitch that I’m using instead of the soul mate I’ve been searching for my entire life. You strive to STEAL my happiness because you can’t handle the fact that someone you despise, someone you once wished to the grave has actually washed the blood and grime from his soul and has been redeemed in the eyes of the universe and rewarded with his heart and happiness… It’s too much for you Keaton, because in your eyes it’s the villain getting the last laugh, the bad guy getting the happy ending! When in reality, it’s an entirely different story. I’ve SHED the monster, Recycled the Evil, and become the BETTER man….all for Maggie Kent. And that just BAFFLES your mind…but I don’t give a shit. Cause it’s MY happy ending Keaton…DEAL WITH IT!
For all the praise I do about change, for all the talk I so about becoming a different man, perhaps I was the one who was blind after all? Because you Keaton… you’re the one who’s converted from the SAINT of APW to just another cookie cutter, power hungry tyrant looking to pad his waist with someone else’s property. It’s sad to see you fall so far Keaton. And it’ll be even sadder to see you once again reach up for that pinnacle only to have your fingertips come up JUST SHY of achieving your goals…as they ALWAYS do!
I started this thing all about Respect Keaton! I started this all about Redemption. In my eyes I’ve accomplished all of my quests.. So now it’s up to you. You have a choice to make at the end of this Keaton. When I stand there in that ring with MY undisputed Championship Held HIGH above my head what kind of person, what kind of man are you going to be? Are you going to continue down this path of dejected, fallen hero? Are you going to continue your fall into darkness?
Or are you going to do the right thing, are you going to GIVE ME my due, give me my respect, and QUIT this foolish quest to vanquish me and these FABRICATED sins that you somehow pretend that I continue to commit?
Who am I kidding Keaton? You’re still the stubborn old fool who cannot let go of his childish wishes to be the hero.
Well guess what pal. SUPERMAN’S DEAD! It’s a NEW Era! There’s a new brand of Hero. Evolve Keaton…or forever become extinct.
Terry smiles again, imagining the world without Keaton Saint, without that entire species of humans who are close-minded and meddlesome enough to believe that their way is the ONLY way!
His mind drifts now to a completely different breed of creature. This breed is self endangering, self destructive, and it’s only a matter of time before it disappears completely. It’s a species that simply DOES NOT CARE….and it’s a wicked and contagious cancer!
And then there’s my other opponent…Forgive me but his name seems to have slipped my mind. Perhaps that’s cause he’s been all but non existent since he came storming on the scene announcing his intentions to claim the top prize that resides around my waist! And sense then…NOTHING! He rode my coattails to a victory. He proved to be a waste of space when Keaton embarrassed him….has kept himself completely quiet is only given any sort of recognition when somebody prevalent mentions his name…SO I hereby refuse to utter your name but this one time Phil Atken…And that‘s only to remind the world that has already forgotten you that you‘re actually IN this match!
It’s happening again isn’t it? The pressure is getting to you. You feel the walls closing around on you as everything you’ve wanted is slowly slipping away. That pressure in your chest, that anxiety you feel is the realization in your brain and soul that you are not GOOD enough to be in this match, that you’re only here on a minor technicality that has afforded you service in this match! You’re like a Roaring campfire on a desert night. You burst into flames, burning bright, hot and tall, devouring all fuel thrown your way. But as time goes on, as the night goes on, your heat dies down, your flames dim until all that’s left are embers.
All your potential… all your fire, all your momentum has been thrown away hasn’t it? You’re simply just another lost soul floating around in the atmosphere just hoping that somebody comes along to give you purpose. Gone is the greatness of your World Title Reign. Gone is your epic victory at Survive and Conquer. GONE are the days of the fans and the underdogs getting behind you. The Unfortunate Era never got off the ground, and that’s your curse isn’t it?
You loved being the unknown, because then there were no expectations, an if you failed then nobody would care. And you continue to try to get yourself into that position, into not being one to be noticed so that you can bide your time and swoop in and steal the show. But you’ve played this game so many times Phil…that you’re not fooling anybody. The only thing you’re doing is slipping further and further into irrelevancy. And I can see the toll that’s taking on you man.
Suddenly you want to be known, you want to be revered, you want to be cherished. You want all this attention that you shunned that you ignored. And now you crave it, now you’re addicted like some gutter trash handing out blowjobs for a fucking needle! And it’s killing you and eating away at what little soul you have left! Yet the world has turned their back on you….just the way you’ve always wanted. The world doesn’t care about you. The APW roster doesn’t care about you. You’re a forgotten face in the crowd.
This is your last chance to stand up and do something right. This is your only opportunity to prove that you deserve to be known that you deserve to be recognized. All the cards are laid out for you. All you have to do is reach out and grab it. I know you can do it…I’ve seen it happen. The pride I felt in you all those many months ago when your rose up from the ashes like a scorned phoenix and burst through your glass ceiling to become the man you always had it in you to be, was overwhelming.
Then you let me down.
Then you let the APW down, the World Heavyweight championship down.
Then you let yourself down!
So what the fuck are you going to do about it? Are you going to get mad, get focused and break out of that shell of yours one more time and make magic happen? Are you going to live up to your expectations and set aside this silly need to be in the shadows?
Can you step into my house and take the Undisputed Title away from me?
No…. I don’t think you can. I think you’ll let your fears and doubts dissuade you. I think you’ll smash your skull into that ceiling and plummet all the way down to the cold hard, unforgiving concrete below where your body will lie shattered and broken for the rest of existence. Your memory will fade away into the void where it shall forever rot. When the world looks back on these moments of history, you’ll simply be a smudge on the page. You’ll be a vortex that nobody can quite recall, your name always on the tip of there tongue but not ever vocalized.
You will be FORGOTTEN!
Don’t like the thought of that? Don’t like that shiver that went down your spine when you pictured the suffocating vacuum that your stain on this world will be forever lost in? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
You want to be remembered? You want people to mention your name? You want to be relevant? DO SOMETHING MEMORABLE! Prove me wrong, prove the world wrong. For once in your fucking waste of a life be MORE than just a SMUDGE! Make yourself more than just a nameless face blending in with your surroundings. Make yourself a MEMORY….
Otherwise…enjoy your black hole!
Terry smiles one last time and then crouches back down to the flower.
“You see, something as exquisite as this, or as Rio, or as the Undisputed Championship…isn’t all it appears to be on the surface.
Deep down under the polished exterior of that beautiful city lives a seedy and violent nature. Murder, corruption and greed are abound. It’s dangerous, very dangerous, and it could sneak up on you and end your existence.”
Terry then smiles and VERY carefully places his hand lightly over one of the flowers. He pushes it aside revealing a LARGE spike attached to a cactus underneath. This spike looks more vicious than a dagger and ten times more deadly.
“THIS is Devils Pincushion. The flowers hide and mask the beast that lives underneath. Horses and other animals unwillingly trample over it, sending the shards deep into their heel, rendering them crippled and useless…causing them to be put down and out of their misery!
Sometimes it‘s the vicious truth that hides under the beauty that will sting you…that will skewer you and send you running for cover. Sometimes you‘re blinded by the pretty thing that you want, and ignore the danger stealthily waiting within…poised to strike!”
He grabs his title belt and stands up.
“THAT is the one thing you two wide eyed school boys don’t understand as you let your awestruck infatuation distract you from the THORN hiding under the rose!
I am that thorn fellas! And I can’t wait to strike!
There is a reason nobody has succeeded in taking this title away from me, a reason that better man than either of you have tried and failed. There is a reason I am GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING! There is a reason that come Mayhem I will officially be the LONGEST reigning Undisputed Champion in history! And there is a reason that reign will remain in tact.
It’s because people just see this belt, and all they want is to possess it at all costs. They think they can just take it away with no consequences. THEN they realize the hidden peril waiting underneath….But by then it‘s too late. They‘ve already fallen into my trap and are far too gone to be saved.
Keaton, Phil… you two are the Unwitting horse about to walk into unforgiving pain. I‘d tell you to tread lightly…but I know that will be ignored.
You‘re blinded by your ignorance.
And I will be your downfall.
Just ask all those who’ve come before you.
If you think I’m just going to stand here and let you come at me with your admittedly vast, if not misused, array of talents, then you’re clearly not paying attention. I ALWAYS have an ace in the hole, or a trick up my sleeve. But the two of you are arrogant enough to ignore that fact EVEN THOUGH I just laid it out for you. You’ll still be surprised, still be confused as to what happened. And I’ll be the one laughing while I shine my Undisputed Title!
The story has already been written gentlemen, and it‘s playing out like a movie in front of my eyes…
Here‘s a spoiler alert…. I WIN!
And with it… comes my respect, ONE WAY or another!
APW.... you've heard it before and I'll say it again because I ALWAYS follow through.
Get Ready...
IT‘S SHOWTIME!”
Terry takes his title and turns, walking off into the distant sands. The scene fades to black.
