Post by Link on Mar 29, 2009 16:57:16 GMT -4
Link: What the hell?!
Carter: Hell has nothing to do with it son.
Carter: You've got problems son, you've always had problems, but things are about to get a lot worse before they get better, unless you do something about it.
Link: What do you mean? Whats going on? I didn't rob that bank.
Carter: Of course you didn't. But you did.
Link: Go figure?
Carter: Your a schitzo. And the other people inside of you are finally trying to come out. That cowboy that robbed the store is just one of the many characters that make up the Killer Seven.
Link: The killer what?
Carter: The Killer Seven. Seven personalities, seven different people, one soul. Call it metaphysical, call it fantasy, but these different characters are so strong, that they actually physically alter your appearance.
Link: How do I stop them?
Carter: You won't stop them.
Link: What the hell? I have to stop them, I can't let this happen, I'm so close to finishing my mission. I can feel the world title coming closer to my grasp.
Carter: And since when do you care about titles?
Link: I don't but with that title comes some power, and with that power I can make the changes APW needs. Plus I'd give anything to see the looks on Jeff and Level One's collective dumb faces when I am crowned APW Champion.
Carter: Its not in your cards son. I'm sorry. More than likely one of the members of the killer seven will take over and if they take over, I doubt they will be interested in wrestling let alone APW or Level One.
Link: Well then how do I stop them.
Carter: Enlightenment.
Link: (laughs) what?
Carter: Enlighten...
Link: I heard you but how...who?
Carter: You. You have to be enlightened.
Link: I have, numerous amounts of times.
Carter: Perhaps, but this time its a bit different. You've got psychological issues. Issues that make you suseptible to "mental disease". Whether its hallucinations, multilpe personality disorders, or losing your ability to control your inhibition. Once you've set your mind at peace you will be able to stop the Killer Seven.
Link: And how do I do that?
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Link: I'm feeling emotions I've never quite felt before. For the first time in my life there is some true direction. It may not be what people have come to expect and it may not be what some people want, but I have found my calling. I look back at my career with a smile on my face. I have changed and learned so much over the years. I have also changed the lives of many who have come in front of me. In WFWF, I learned the value of not taking things for granted. I learned that the wants and desires of men lead to death and unhappiness. I learned that when one looks into his heart, he will see that his isn't as special as he once thought, or that he doesn't deserve the riches he had once aspired to obtain. In the EWC I took my knowledge and destiny and put it into practice. Through the teachings of Bomb and Silent Assassin, I enlightened the adversaries that stepped in my way. I changed their lives with my fist. There were few that escaped me or the effects of the Missing Link. EWC was never about fame or gold it was about legacy. It was about teaching those who had gone astray. It was about respect. Unfortunately, I saw the cruel reality of politics and unfairness. To this day, and unto the day I die I will proclaim that Hurricane Jeff and I SHOULD be the EWC Tag Team Champions. We were SCREWED. I think it was this screwjob that drew me to Hurricane Jeff. It was also his demeanor which differed from me greatly. My heart was cold and black while Jeff was pure, good natured and well meaning at heart. He was a badass, but he was a kind badass. It was also there that I met my biggest foe since WFWF's Freak. Moses Lake, the yin to my yang. He showed me just how far I could take things, he changed me. I changed him. And with the mutual life changing course we took, if I saw him today, I'd kick his two front teeth in if given the chance. He's still a clever bastard that needs an annual reminder that he is just like everyone else, a walking talking waste of carbon. I retired. But I had an awakening when I saw the kind of man Jeff had become. I saw the company he was running and the so called champion they had. Dr. Phate. I sought to erradicate Phate, and though it wasn't done by my hand, one month after my arrival Dr. Phate vanished without a word. Sure Jeff, chickened out and never fought me, but I didn't need to take him out as Twister, the man with the dwindling career, did that for me. Coming to APW was never about enlightenment. I wasn't around for that really. It was to save you all from Jeff, and partially from yourselves. But I quickly realized you didn't deserve saving. Oh wretched APW, you have sinned against me and against yourselves and you deserve NOTHING. The Jeff I knew is dead. Maybe just maybe if we stepped into the ring together I could enlighten him and see the old Jeff. Or maybe I could give him the old Lake treatment and torture his ass for weeks. But I realized my time in APW wasn't going anywhere. I was beaten by Level One once, and screwed out of a win another time. I went into some matches with the same tenacity to fight and win, as witnessed by my two victories over Dr. Matt and my victory over the douchbag whose name will not be spoken. I went into some matches to drunk to fight. As witnessed by my match with Streets, and that slut whose name I cant remember. Who won the title back from me. The title I could give two shits about.
Link: So what do I do, I try to retire, and then BDC comes back into my life, but for what? A tag loss? He is absent and unhelpful. I should have kicked his teeth in when I had the chance. He represents all that I fight, but yet, we share a common goal and his financing did wonders for my work in EWC. And despite his wicked ways, and overconsumption and materialistic views he become a friend. But now, with him gone I revisit the decision I had before sought to make. But I wonder is it too late. This week, is Rasslemania, the biggest PPV of the year. Lively, who needs to be humbled but has one of the brightest and smartest heads on his shoulders will UNFORTUNATELY job out to Level One this week. Why? Because Level One is a fungus, a virus that drives people to fall asleep or run away screaming bloddy murder. Even Dr. Matt has a fantastic match up, he is taking on Matthew Metal. But what am I stuck with? Streets Fucking Wilson. His name makes me think of a crappy doowap band from the 50s. His in ring abilities are as graceful as gorilla, and his mic skills make Mike Adamle look like the rock. Not only did NO ONE care about Streets Wilsons retirement, no one cares that he came out of retirement. No one celebrated, no one remorsed, no one blinked. Street Wilson is like Tommy Dreamer. You recognize his ass but you always just assume hes a road worker or trainer and when you actually see him in a match you think, wait this faggot wrestles still?
Link: There aren't many mind games I'm going to play with you Streets Wilson, I'm just going to go out there and put on a clinic. Not for your sake or the audience sake, but for ME. I'm going to go out there and beat you clean and soundly. I'm going to embarrass you so badly and then I'm going to look you dead in the eye and say, "Streets you suck. Quit while you still have a TINY ounce of dignity left". Streets Wilson, since birth I've had a better career than you. If there was a competition for who is born better, women all around the world would choose me to come out of their viginas. Ironically women around the world still want me near their vaginas. What about you? Yeah, it sucks being crappy at your job and not getting any action doesnt it? Step your game way the fuck up if you want to hang with me Streets Wilson. I bring would be gods to their knees and after they shine my boots, I keep them in their newly pathetic noses. I'm the magnacarta of pain and skill. I've gone toe to toe with some of the greatest that have ever graced this business, and I never even cared about the wrestling. I cared about the psychology. I cared about bringing another man who thought he was unstoppable to a screeching hault. You sir, aren't even a would be god. It almost frustrates me that I have to have my rasslemania "moment" with you. But I suppose even Christopher Jericho has to have his Wrestlemania moment tarnished by wrestling three has beens, I will have to waste my time wrestling one "never was, never will be". I will not deviate from my new course of plan, and that plan starts with masacring you in the ring this Sunday at Rasslemania. An event you can't even spell right. Street Wilson, enjoy yourself, because no one else does, or ever will
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Carter: You. You have to be enlightened.
Link: I have, numerous amounts of times.
Carter: Perhaps, but this time its a bit different. You've got psychological issues. Issues that make you suseptible to "mental disease". Whether its hallucinations, multilpe personality disorders, or losing your ability to control your inhibition. Once you've set your mind at peace you will be able to stop the Killer Seven.
Link: And how do I do that?
Carter: Sigh. You have to be with your family. You need to be with them, they are the ones that matter. You need to devote yourself to them and you. Link, no, James. If you want to live and if you want to stop the Killer Seven. You have to retire.
Link paces back and forth in his room running his hands through his hair. He keeps looking over at the pile of clothes on his floor and the bags of money in his closet trying to piece everything together. The memory of the bank robbery seemed more like a dream but even in the dream he saw another face. What was going on. There were so many questions and yet the answers seemed as if they were far away, and even if they were obtainable they wouldn't make any sense.
Carter: Hell has nothing to do with it son.
Link had been seeing his father, who has been dead for most of his entire life who had given him wise career advice for the pasts month. And now perhaps he could shed some light on this situation.
Carter: You've got problems son, you've always had problems, but things are about to get a lot worse before they get better, unless you do something about it.
Link: What do you mean? Whats going on? I didn't rob that bank.
Carter: Of course you didn't. But you did.
Link: Go figure?
Carter: Your a schitzo. And the other people inside of you are finally trying to come out. That cowboy that robbed the store is just one of the many characters that make up the Killer Seven.
Link: The killer what?
Carter: The Killer Seven. Seven personalities, seven different people, one soul. Call it metaphysical, call it fantasy, but these different characters are so strong, that they actually physically alter your appearance.
Link: How do I stop them?
Carter: You won't stop them.
Link: What the hell? I have to stop them, I can't let this happen, I'm so close to finishing my mission. I can feel the world title coming closer to my grasp.
Carter: And since when do you care about titles?
Link: I don't but with that title comes some power, and with that power I can make the changes APW needs. Plus I'd give anything to see the looks on Jeff and Level One's collective dumb faces when I am crowned APW Champion.
Carter: Its not in your cards son. I'm sorry. More than likely one of the members of the killer seven will take over and if they take over, I doubt they will be interested in wrestling let alone APW or Level One.
Link: Well then how do I stop them.
Links father, Mr. Carter, pauses and walks up to his son so close that if he were actually real and physical you'd be able to smell his rusty aftershave.
Carter: Enlightenment.
Link: (laughs) what?
Carter: Enlighten...
Link: I heard you but how...who?
Carter: You. You have to be enlightened.
Link: I have, numerous amounts of times.
Carter: Perhaps, but this time its a bit different. You've got psychological issues. Issues that make you suseptible to "mental disease". Whether its hallucinations, multilpe personality disorders, or losing your ability to control your inhibition. Once you've set your mind at peace you will be able to stop the Killer Seven.
Link: And how do I do that?
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Soft music plays lightly in the background as a montage of some of Links old stomping grounds are shown. Dark alleys, bars, abondoned studios and warehouses. Finally the roof of an old condo is shown. Link walks around the roof and finally comes to a few small cages where birds have been kept. He plays around with the door of the cage which is locked. He continues to pick at the lock. At this point the music has stopped playing. Link turns around. He wears all black. Dres shoes, slacks, a black button up, and a large black overcoat. He looks solemn.
Link: I'm feeling emotions I've never quite felt before. For the first time in my life there is some true direction. It may not be what people have come to expect and it may not be what some people want, but I have found my calling. I look back at my career with a smile on my face. I have changed and learned so much over the years. I have also changed the lives of many who have come in front of me. In WFWF, I learned the value of not taking things for granted. I learned that the wants and desires of men lead to death and unhappiness. I learned that when one looks into his heart, he will see that his isn't as special as he once thought, or that he doesn't deserve the riches he had once aspired to obtain. In the EWC I took my knowledge and destiny and put it into practice. Through the teachings of Bomb and Silent Assassin, I enlightened the adversaries that stepped in my way. I changed their lives with my fist. There were few that escaped me or the effects of the Missing Link. EWC was never about fame or gold it was about legacy. It was about teaching those who had gone astray. It was about respect. Unfortunately, I saw the cruel reality of politics and unfairness. To this day, and unto the day I die I will proclaim that Hurricane Jeff and I SHOULD be the EWC Tag Team Champions. We were SCREWED. I think it was this screwjob that drew me to Hurricane Jeff. It was also his demeanor which differed from me greatly. My heart was cold and black while Jeff was pure, good natured and well meaning at heart. He was a badass, but he was a kind badass. It was also there that I met my biggest foe since WFWF's Freak. Moses Lake, the yin to my yang. He showed me just how far I could take things, he changed me. I changed him. And with the mutual life changing course we took, if I saw him today, I'd kick his two front teeth in if given the chance. He's still a clever bastard that needs an annual reminder that he is just like everyone else, a walking talking waste of carbon. I retired. But I had an awakening when I saw the kind of man Jeff had become. I saw the company he was running and the so called champion they had. Dr. Phate. I sought to erradicate Phate, and though it wasn't done by my hand, one month after my arrival Dr. Phate vanished without a word. Sure Jeff, chickened out and never fought me, but I didn't need to take him out as Twister, the man with the dwindling career, did that for me. Coming to APW was never about enlightenment. I wasn't around for that really. It was to save you all from Jeff, and partially from yourselves. But I quickly realized you didn't deserve saving. Oh wretched APW, you have sinned against me and against yourselves and you deserve NOTHING. The Jeff I knew is dead. Maybe just maybe if we stepped into the ring together I could enlighten him and see the old Jeff. Or maybe I could give him the old Lake treatment and torture his ass for weeks. But I realized my time in APW wasn't going anywhere. I was beaten by Level One once, and screwed out of a win another time. I went into some matches with the same tenacity to fight and win, as witnessed by my two victories over Dr. Matt and my victory over the douchbag whose name will not be spoken. I went into some matches to drunk to fight. As witnessed by my match with Streets, and that slut whose name I cant remember. Who won the title back from me. The title I could give two shits about.
Link: So what do I do, I try to retire, and then BDC comes back into my life, but for what? A tag loss? He is absent and unhelpful. I should have kicked his teeth in when I had the chance. He represents all that I fight, but yet, we share a common goal and his financing did wonders for my work in EWC. And despite his wicked ways, and overconsumption and materialistic views he become a friend. But now, with him gone I revisit the decision I had before sought to make. But I wonder is it too late. This week, is Rasslemania, the biggest PPV of the year. Lively, who needs to be humbled but has one of the brightest and smartest heads on his shoulders will UNFORTUNATELY job out to Level One this week. Why? Because Level One is a fungus, a virus that drives people to fall asleep or run away screaming bloddy murder. Even Dr. Matt has a fantastic match up, he is taking on Matthew Metal. But what am I stuck with? Streets Fucking Wilson. His name makes me think of a crappy doowap band from the 50s. His in ring abilities are as graceful as gorilla, and his mic skills make Mike Adamle look like the rock. Not only did NO ONE care about Streets Wilsons retirement, no one cares that he came out of retirement. No one celebrated, no one remorsed, no one blinked. Street Wilson is like Tommy Dreamer. You recognize his ass but you always just assume hes a road worker or trainer and when you actually see him in a match you think, wait this faggot wrestles still?
Link: There aren't many mind games I'm going to play with you Streets Wilson, I'm just going to go out there and put on a clinic. Not for your sake or the audience sake, but for ME. I'm going to go out there and beat you clean and soundly. I'm going to embarrass you so badly and then I'm going to look you dead in the eye and say, "Streets you suck. Quit while you still have a TINY ounce of dignity left". Streets Wilson, since birth I've had a better career than you. If there was a competition for who is born better, women all around the world would choose me to come out of their viginas. Ironically women around the world still want me near their vaginas. What about you? Yeah, it sucks being crappy at your job and not getting any action doesnt it? Step your game way the fuck up if you want to hang with me Streets Wilson. I bring would be gods to their knees and after they shine my boots, I keep them in their newly pathetic noses. I'm the magnacarta of pain and skill. I've gone toe to toe with some of the greatest that have ever graced this business, and I never even cared about the wrestling. I cared about the psychology. I cared about bringing another man who thought he was unstoppable to a screeching hault. You sir, aren't even a would be god. It almost frustrates me that I have to have my rasslemania "moment" with you. But I suppose even Christopher Jericho has to have his Wrestlemania moment tarnished by wrestling three has beens, I will have to waste my time wrestling one "never was, never will be". I will not deviate from my new course of plan, and that plan starts with masacring you in the ring this Sunday at Rasslemania. An event you can't even spell right. Street Wilson, enjoy yourself, because no one else does, or ever will
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Carter: You. You have to be enlightened.
Link: I have, numerous amounts of times.
Carter: Perhaps, but this time its a bit different. You've got psychological issues. Issues that make you suseptible to "mental disease". Whether its hallucinations, multilpe personality disorders, or losing your ability to control your inhibition. Once you've set your mind at peace you will be able to stop the Killer Seven.
Link: And how do I do that?
Carter: Sigh. You have to be with your family. You need to be with them, they are the ones that matter. You need to devote yourself to them and you. Link, no, James. If you want to live and if you want to stop the Killer Seven. You have to retire.
