Post by biggs on Oct 17, 2011 23:55:14 GMT -4
It's a surprisingly warm autumn day at Husky Stadium in Seattle, Washington. Surprising in the sense that with the way the morning started are dark and dreary with hints of rain, the fact that it's so bright, sunny, and dare I say, hot is nothing short of startling. Granted, it is just like Seattle weather to be unpredictable, but my dad is grouching about how he only wore a University of Washington sweatshirt, and not a UW T-shirt. I take the “Beat Colorado” button off of my purple shirt and hand it to my dad.
”Wear this, pop,” I say as I give him the button.
”Thanks, son. Can't have anyone think I'm rooting for the Buffaloes!” It's early in the second quarter of the game between the Washington Huskies and Colorado Buffaloes. Even though I'm an alumni of UW, it's my first time at Husky Stadium for a game. And what a game it's been. The Huskies have been steamrolling the Colorado defense, pretty much scoring at will. So far, in their first four possessions, they've scored touchdowns and are 14 yards out from the goal line. Husky quarterback Keith Price drops back, and their running back Chris Polk runs out to the side. Price quickly flings the ball towards Polk, right as the Buffalo defenders break through, and Polk breaks a tackle before sprinting towards the end-zone! Everyone is on their feet as Polk has three defenders trailing him. He dives in over the goal line to score!
”TOUCHDOWN!” my dad yells out as the Huskies go up to 34 points against Colorado's 10. We high five each other, as well as the strangers next to us, and the Colorado fans two rows up begin to curse.
The game is a slaughter, and even though Colorado eventually puts up 24 points all together, it's less than half of the 52 points the Dawgs score in the game. And while I would have rather seen the Husky defense hold the Buffaloes to less points, the fact is that with that kind of offense, they didn't need to be that good.
As the sea of purple and gold exits the stadium, my dad wraps his arm around me and begins to talk in the kind of sappy, fatherly voice that the TV dads in the '50s talked in. ”Son, this is what it's all about. Father and son getting to enjoy a game together. Maybe one day, you'll have a boy of your own to bring out to these games.”
”Yeah, maybe. That'd be fun,” I reply, hoping that he doesn't bring the topic up any further. Ellie's really been having baby mania as of late, and I really don't want to hear it from my father as well.
”Speaking of that, Gary, have you and Ellie talked about having kids? You know your mom is probably begging Ellie for some grandbabies back at home,” he says with a chuckle, jabbing me in the ribs with his elbow.
In fact, my mom was at my house, spending time with Ellie. My dad was probably right, because considering they've been hanging out for more than four hours, I'm sure the topic has come up. ”We've talked about it, and we're not ready yet,” I say. And while technically this isn't a lie, it's really only a half truth. Because the fact of the matter is that Ellie can't simply wait, while I have no desire to have a kid at this point in time. I know that if I had a child, I would quit wrestling, and there's simply too much at stake at this moment for me to even consider that.
”That's a shame, cause it'd probably be one very cute kid,” Dad says.
We eventually make our way to the car and fight through the University District traffic before ending up home. My mom and Ellie have dinner ready for us when we get there, and the dinner conversation is largely about the game.
While we're talking, Ellie pipes up. ”You know next week that Stanford plays your Huskies! And they're going to crush your Dawgs!” She lets out her infectious giggle as she begins the trash talk.
”Ellie, don't get cocky just because your team dominated the Washington State Cougars. Everyone dominates the Cougs! It's called Cougin it for a reason. My Huskies will match up much better with your guys,” I playfully fire back.
”Well, we'll have to see about that. In any event, your mom and I were talking earlier, Gary, and she was telling me that she thinks we should have a kid that she can spoil...”
I just look at my dad and roll my eyes, while he chuckles. ”I told you, didn't I, son?”
”This is something we can discuss later, honey. We have company.”
At this point, my mom intercedes. ”Well, actually, this kind of involves us, at least in the role of being spoilers!”
”I don't think you can use the word 'spoilers' in that way. It's usually used to refer to something that gives away major plot points of a movie or book,” I say, trying to change the topic.
”No, I think it can be used like that. Regardless, your father and I aren't getting any younger, and we as much time as possible to spoil our potential grandkids!”
”Now you're talking in plural! Ellie and I haven't even gotten to a point where we can have one!”
The playful banter continues on for a few more hours until it's time to go to bed. My folks head out to the guest house, while Ellie and I make our way up to our room. As we head up the stairs, Ellie talks with me in a serious tone.
”You know, Gary, how much I really want to have a baby. And while I respect the fact that you're not ready, please don't make me wait too long.”
I kiss her on the forehead and whisper to her, ”I promise I won't.” I bring my voice back up to full volume, ”In the mean time, would you settle for a dog or cat?”
Ellie's eyes light up. ”Oh! Any kind I want!?”
”Any kind, dear,” I say with a smile.
”Okay then, tomorrow, let's go get a poodle!” she cheers enthusiastically.
CRAP! I think to myself. I hate poodles....
”Sunday, August 28, 2011 was supposed to be my night.”
“It was supposed to be the night where I turned back C.J. Gates, showed him to be the fluke that he is, and continue on with my glorious first APW Undisputed Championship reign. But thanks to Kurt Noble sticking his nose where it didn't belong, thanks to Kurt Noble making an unauthorized count, and thus making an unauthorized decision, the APW Undisputed Championship is now around the waist of a man whom I quite simply cannot stand. C.J. Gates thinks that he's a hero, thinks that he's a good guy, but in all honesty, he's nothing more than a thief.”
”The simple fact of the matter is that Kurt Noble had no business attacking me with my own belt, nor did he have the authority to relieve me of the title. Step one in retrieving the APW Undisputed Title that is rightfully mine was defeating Kurt, putting him in his place. While I would have liked to do more to Kurt, the fact is, I can say that I've defeated him. He can't say the same about me. The first person responsible for the Undisputed Title not being around my waist has been taken care of.”
”C.J. Needs to know one thing, that I'm not afraid to do what I have to in order to win back my title, not that I should have to win it back in the first place. Still, I've made this point perfectly clear so many times, yet it seems like nobody is willing to pay attention to the fact that C.J. was awarded the belt after an unauthorized pinfall count. And it seems like the person who is ignoring this the most is C.J. Gates. Well, he won't be able to ignore what I do to him in the Ladder Match at One Night in Hell. I'll make sure of that...”
Instead of the normal opening, Biggs' First Contact starts off with the familiar STAR WARS crawl.
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The video switches to Biggs standing in front of what appears to be the backdrop of Mustafar, the planet on which Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi did battle in Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. Biggs is decked out in an authentic Anakin costume, complete with singes and wear and tear from the battle, as well as a scar over his right eye. He looks right into the camera as he begins to speak.
”C.J. Gates, you think you're being cute when you try to compare our battles, our disagreement with Star Wars. I bet you think you're getting to me when you besmirch my beloved movies to try and make our feud seem like it's a matter of galactic importance. And while I'm not trying to minimize the scale of our hatred for one another, nor am I trying to downplay the importance of what we're fighting for, the APW Undisputed Championship, the fact is, C.J., our battle isn't some large, over-sweeping space opera that engulfs all of APW, rather, it's much more personal than that. Sure, we're fighting for the top prize in the land. Whoever manages to climb the ladder in Tokyo will walk away with that title, and have indisputable proof that they are the cream of the crop in APW. But the fact is, C.J., no matter how big of a prize we find ourselves fighting for, our issues are very much personal.”
“It didn't have to be that way, C.J., and you know it. The only reason we were really at odds heading into Shockwave was that you were the #1 Contender for my title. Sure, you weren't happy with the way that I conducted myself leading up to that match, but the way I see it, I wasn't treating you any differently than I would have treated any of my opponents. But then Shockwave came, and you showed what kind of man you truly are when you stole MY title from me, C.J. Make no mistakes about it, C.J., you stole that belt from me, and you know it. I've already made my case time and time again as to why I deserve to have the belt handed back to me, but to no avail, so now, I have no choice but to do what I need to do in order to take back what's mine.”
“That's why I attacked you in Helsinki. That's why I went into our tag match on the last Overdrive with the expressed goal of injuring you. It's not business, C.J., it's personal!”
“That being said, since you decided it would be fun to ape my favorite movie series, allow me to deconstruct the arguments you made in trying to frame our feud within the context of Star Wars. And just remember, Ceej, you opened yourself up to this when you decided to pick on a known Star Wars geek. Heck, when I first started wrestling, I was in a tag team called the Rogue Squadron! Our finisher was the Attack Pattern Delta! How much more proof do you need of my love of Star Wars?”
“I'm going to start off with the obvious flaw in your little gimmicky story by stating just how forced the whole affair seemed. Calling me Darth Biggs and yourself C.J. Skywalker isn't nearly as clever as you think it is. Let's just ignore the fact that you're also implying I'm your father by making this analogy. And yes, I am wearing an Anakin costume right now, which I'll explain more later, but it's just too lazy and obvious to go the Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker route, especially with your biased view of good and evil.”
“Your statement that our match is a battle between good and evil is not only gross hyperbole, but also it fails to truly encompass our respective world views and the ways we actually carry ourselves. For you to say that you are Luke Skywalker is for you to say that you are a bastion of good, a person who always sees the good in others, who always strives to do the right thing. This obviously isn't the case if you're so quick to call me evil. Because you are inherently deciding that there is no good in me, because there can be no good in evil. But it's understandable why you'd have such a limited point of view. If you'll allow me to cite a scene in Return of the Jedi, where Obi-Wan is talking with Luke following Yoda's death.”
The video switches to the clip from the movie.
The video cuts back to Biggs.
”...From a certain point of view. That phrase right there perfectly embodies everything we've had to say about one another. C.J., you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view. In your mind, I'm some slimy, weaselly little punk who has to have his own way, or else he acts like a spoiled brat, whereas I feel that I am simply a man who does what he has to in order to reach his goals. I may not always be right, but I can be confident that I am righteous, so much as in that I have a clearly defined moral standard that I hold to. You view yourself as the epitome of good, a shinning beacon for the fans and the rest of APW to look up to with adoration. I see you as nothing more than a shady businessman who takes any chance he can get while claiming to be an honest man. In both cases, the truth probably lies somewhere in the middle, as we are naturally biased towards ourselves, and biased against each other. Hence the Anakin costume I am wearing right now. Because of all the characters in the Star Wars universe, Anakin is not so much a clear cut good guy or bad guy, but more a shade of gray. That applies to the both of us, C.J. You aren't this infallible white knight, in so much that I'm not the evil black knight you make me out to be.”
“Now as much as you would like to say that you're a better wrestler than me, by 'virtue' of you 'defeating' me at Shockwave for the belt, you know that if not for Kurt Noble overstepping his bounds, you wouldn't even have gotten the belt. You say that I need to accept the fact that I 'lost' to you at Shockwave, C.J., but that is something that I simply cannot do! The fact that you try to cover it up, try to explain the fact that you did not earn the Undisputed Title away proves that it is you who is desperate, not I! Sure, my actions as of late may have been more extreme than normal, sure I may have taken some liberties with your well being, but as I've said before C.J., every day since you stole the Undisputed Title from me has been a living Hell, and I intend on making sure you have more than just One Night in Hell!”
“And I'll be able to do just that within the context of a Ladder Match! Because, C.J., in a Ladder Match, there's no such thing as cheating, there's no such thing as breaking the rules! As much as you like to decry me as being a liar and a cheat, there's absolutely no way that I can cheat within this environment. I could do exactly what I did to you three weeks ago in Helsinki, and it would be perfectly legal. Heck, I could do worse, and all the ref could do is stand there and watch!”
“Now Ceej, I know that you made mention of the fact that Ladder Matches are kind of a specialty of yours, but as much as you like to think of yourself as an expert in this match type, just realize that it plays up to my strengths just as well as yours, if not better. As we found out in our first match against one another, we're pretty even in terms of speed and quickness, but where I gain the advantage is the fact that I'm more used to utilizing weapons and the like during a match. I have more practice using foreign objects, and while they aren't so foreign in this match, I know that my wealth of experience will help me to be quicker in deciding what I'm going to do if I get my hands on a ladder or kendo stick or chair or what have you. And in a match like this, C.J., every second counts.”
“Because, C.J., our respective goals are to be able to beat each other to the point where we can climb up the ladder uninterrupted and grab hold of the title belt, unhooking it from the cable holding it high above the ring. One second can be the difference from claiming the title and crashing horribly into the mat. We're both going to get hurt in this match, C.J., make no mistake about it. But I intend to hurt you a lot more than you can hurt me. Heck, I already got a head start.”
“Because C.J., everything I do, I do it for a reason. Attacking you in Helsinki a few weeks back accomplished two things. First, it showed you that I am capable of being one step ahead of you at any and all times. Secondly, it hurt you badly. And while you've had some time to recover, wounds that deep don't heal overnight. I'm sure you've been trying to hide the fact that you're constantly dizzy, or that you often have feelings of dizziness or vertigo. They had to staple the wound shut. It's a wonder you haven't passed out in any of your matches yet! Still, by softening up you head, it gives me a target that I can exploit early and often in the ladder match, and I intend to do just that. Try and stop me, C.J., because I know you'll be too dizzy to!”
“C.J. Gates, do you want to know why I decided to fight you in a Ladder Match, especially considering that I suggested the match to Jeff in the first place? It's because I wanted to beat you at your own game. I wanted to make sure that we fought in a match that after I beat you, you would have no excuses, you would have no other explanation for your loss other than that I am better than you! I would not have been able to get that same satisfaction in any other kind of match, even my own specialty, the Steel Cage Match. Logic dictated that I probably should have picked the Cage, but my pride told me that I needed to embarrass you for the way you've been gallivanting around with MY title.”
“That's right, C.J., not your title, but my title. You can keep telling yourself otherwise, but after we meet at One Night in Hell, you won't be able to call yourself APW Undisputed Champion any longer! Because I guarantee, at the end of our Ladder Match, when the bell rings, it will be me standing high above the ring with the APW Undisputed Championship in my arms. And there will be nothing you can do about it! Why? Because just like Star Wars, I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!”
”Wear this, pop,” I say as I give him the button.
”Thanks, son. Can't have anyone think I'm rooting for the Buffaloes!” It's early in the second quarter of the game between the Washington Huskies and Colorado Buffaloes. Even though I'm an alumni of UW, it's my first time at Husky Stadium for a game. And what a game it's been. The Huskies have been steamrolling the Colorado defense, pretty much scoring at will. So far, in their first four possessions, they've scored touchdowns and are 14 yards out from the goal line. Husky quarterback Keith Price drops back, and their running back Chris Polk runs out to the side. Price quickly flings the ball towards Polk, right as the Buffalo defenders break through, and Polk breaks a tackle before sprinting towards the end-zone! Everyone is on their feet as Polk has three defenders trailing him. He dives in over the goal line to score!
”TOUCHDOWN!” my dad yells out as the Huskies go up to 34 points against Colorado's 10. We high five each other, as well as the strangers next to us, and the Colorado fans two rows up begin to curse.
The game is a slaughter, and even though Colorado eventually puts up 24 points all together, it's less than half of the 52 points the Dawgs score in the game. And while I would have rather seen the Husky defense hold the Buffaloes to less points, the fact is that with that kind of offense, they didn't need to be that good.
As the sea of purple and gold exits the stadium, my dad wraps his arm around me and begins to talk in the kind of sappy, fatherly voice that the TV dads in the '50s talked in. ”Son, this is what it's all about. Father and son getting to enjoy a game together. Maybe one day, you'll have a boy of your own to bring out to these games.”
”Yeah, maybe. That'd be fun,” I reply, hoping that he doesn't bring the topic up any further. Ellie's really been having baby mania as of late, and I really don't want to hear it from my father as well.
”Speaking of that, Gary, have you and Ellie talked about having kids? You know your mom is probably begging Ellie for some grandbabies back at home,” he says with a chuckle, jabbing me in the ribs with his elbow.
In fact, my mom was at my house, spending time with Ellie. My dad was probably right, because considering they've been hanging out for more than four hours, I'm sure the topic has come up. ”We've talked about it, and we're not ready yet,” I say. And while technically this isn't a lie, it's really only a half truth. Because the fact of the matter is that Ellie can't simply wait, while I have no desire to have a kid at this point in time. I know that if I had a child, I would quit wrestling, and there's simply too much at stake at this moment for me to even consider that.
”That's a shame, cause it'd probably be one very cute kid,” Dad says.
We eventually make our way to the car and fight through the University District traffic before ending up home. My mom and Ellie have dinner ready for us when we get there, and the dinner conversation is largely about the game.
While we're talking, Ellie pipes up. ”You know next week that Stanford plays your Huskies! And they're going to crush your Dawgs!” She lets out her infectious giggle as she begins the trash talk.
”Ellie, don't get cocky just because your team dominated the Washington State Cougars. Everyone dominates the Cougs! It's called Cougin it for a reason. My Huskies will match up much better with your guys,” I playfully fire back.
”Well, we'll have to see about that. In any event, your mom and I were talking earlier, Gary, and she was telling me that she thinks we should have a kid that she can spoil...”
I just look at my dad and roll my eyes, while he chuckles. ”I told you, didn't I, son?”
”This is something we can discuss later, honey. We have company.”
At this point, my mom intercedes. ”Well, actually, this kind of involves us, at least in the role of being spoilers!”
”I don't think you can use the word 'spoilers' in that way. It's usually used to refer to something that gives away major plot points of a movie or book,” I say, trying to change the topic.
”No, I think it can be used like that. Regardless, your father and I aren't getting any younger, and we as much time as possible to spoil our potential grandkids!”
”Now you're talking in plural! Ellie and I haven't even gotten to a point where we can have one!”
The playful banter continues on for a few more hours until it's time to go to bed. My folks head out to the guest house, while Ellie and I make our way up to our room. As we head up the stairs, Ellie talks with me in a serious tone.
”You know, Gary, how much I really want to have a baby. And while I respect the fact that you're not ready, please don't make me wait too long.”
I kiss her on the forehead and whisper to her, ”I promise I won't.” I bring my voice back up to full volume, ”In the mean time, would you settle for a dog or cat?”
Ellie's eyes light up. ”Oh! Any kind I want!?”
”Any kind, dear,” I say with a smile.
”Okay then, tomorrow, let's go get a poodle!” she cheers enthusiastically.
CRAP! I think to myself. I hate poodles....
***
DING! DING! DING!
I come to as the bell rings. Everything is blurry and the lights above me are blinding me. I hear “Shooting Star” blaring over the speakers, and know that my APW Undisputed Championship has been taken from me. The last thing I remember was Kurt Noble clocking me with my own Title Belt, and now, it's no longer mine.
The crowd is cheering loudly, which is to be expected, but as I start to shake the cobwebs off, start to gather my bearings, I realize that there isn't a referee in the ring. No, instead, it's Kurt Noble raising my opponent's arm in victory. That bum must have made the count! Darn it, my head is ringing, can't focus, fading back out...
I come to as the bell rings. Everything is blurry and the lights above me are blinding me. I hear “Shooting Star” blaring over the speakers, and know that my APW Undisputed Championship has been taken from me. The last thing I remember was Kurt Noble clocking me with my own Title Belt, and now, it's no longer mine.
The crowd is cheering loudly, which is to be expected, but as I start to shake the cobwebs off, start to gather my bearings, I realize that there isn't a referee in the ring. No, instead, it's Kurt Noble raising my opponent's arm in victory. That bum must have made the count! Darn it, my head is ringing, can't focus, fading back out...
”Sunday, August 28, 2011 was supposed to be my night.”
“It was supposed to be the night where I turned back C.J. Gates, showed him to be the fluke that he is, and continue on with my glorious first APW Undisputed Championship reign. But thanks to Kurt Noble sticking his nose where it didn't belong, thanks to Kurt Noble making an unauthorized count, and thus making an unauthorized decision, the APW Undisputed Championship is now around the waist of a man whom I quite simply cannot stand. C.J. Gates thinks that he's a hero, thinks that he's a good guy, but in all honesty, he's nothing more than a thief.”
Three weeks later in Stockholm, I find myself in the ring with that louse, Kurt Noble, one-on-one. This is my chance to embarrass him, my chance to show him not to meddle in the affairs of others. Of course, the fans are cheering for him loudly. It's a good thing that I could care less what those sheep think. Tonight is about one thing only, that being revenge.
Kurt and I go on to have a competitive match. The guy can wrestle, I'll give him that, but he simply has too many limitations, his bum leg the least of them. In the end, he loses because he can't keep his eye on the ball, and I roll him up with a School Boy, holding the tights for good measure, just because I can! I outsmarted him, and in doing so, deflated all the hype surrounding Noble. Plus, I got some measure of payback. Not enough, but I'll deal with him some more later.
Kurt and I go on to have a competitive match. The guy can wrestle, I'll give him that, but he simply has too many limitations, his bum leg the least of them. In the end, he loses because he can't keep his eye on the ball, and I roll him up with a School Boy, holding the tights for good measure, just because I can! I outsmarted him, and in doing so, deflated all the hype surrounding Noble. Plus, I got some measure of payback. Not enough, but I'll deal with him some more later.
”The simple fact of the matter is that Kurt Noble had no business attacking me with my own belt, nor did he have the authority to relieve me of the title. Step one in retrieving the APW Undisputed Title that is rightfully mine was defeating Kurt, putting him in his place. While I would have liked to do more to Kurt, the fact is, I can say that I've defeated him. He can't say the same about me. The first person responsible for the Undisputed Title not being around my waist has been taken care of.”
The next week, nobody knows that I'm in Helsinki, Finland. Absolutely everybody, including the production staff, think that I'm back in Seattle. This plays into my advantage as I stand near a door leading to the ringside area. C.J. Gates, the man who accepted the APW Undisputed Championship under false pretenses, is in the ring having just defeated Johnny Rebel. He's been paranoid all night due to a “bounty” I placed on his head, but he's largely been left alone. That's about to change...
As I attack C.J. Gates with the briefcase, it is with one goal in mind, to injure him. I do not care how it will affect our team in the CWC Supremacy Tournament, I don't care how cowardly or dastardly it will be viewed, the fact is that C.J. deserves every bit of malice and pain I send his way. Because he stole the APW Championship when he let Kurt Noble hand it over to him. Granted, President Jeff was foolish enough to let him keep it, because in his mind it was good for business. The fans like to see their favorites with the belt, and quite frankly, I'm not a fan favorite, nor do I care to be.
Let's see how much the fans like it when I leave C.J. Gates bloodied and battered in the ring. If President Jeff's not going to do anything about this injustice, I guess I'll have to just do it myself. And not only does this attack physically injure C.J. Gates, it shows him that without a shadow of a doubt, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make sure he is unable to climb the ladder in our title match at One Night in Hell. If the match was tonight, he'd be either too dizzy or too lightheaded to make it up the ladder in this condition, either that, or he'd be so covered in blood that it would cause him to slip right off the ladder! I'll have to remember this for when the match is actually here. Get him bloodied early...
[/i]As I attack C.J. Gates with the briefcase, it is with one goal in mind, to injure him. I do not care how it will affect our team in the CWC Supremacy Tournament, I don't care how cowardly or dastardly it will be viewed, the fact is that C.J. deserves every bit of malice and pain I send his way. Because he stole the APW Championship when he let Kurt Noble hand it over to him. Granted, President Jeff was foolish enough to let him keep it, because in his mind it was good for business. The fans like to see their favorites with the belt, and quite frankly, I'm not a fan favorite, nor do I care to be.
Let's see how much the fans like it when I leave C.J. Gates bloodied and battered in the ring. If President Jeff's not going to do anything about this injustice, I guess I'll have to just do it myself. And not only does this attack physically injure C.J. Gates, it shows him that without a shadow of a doubt, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make sure he is unable to climb the ladder in our title match at One Night in Hell. If the match was tonight, he'd be either too dizzy or too lightheaded to make it up the ladder in this condition, either that, or he'd be so covered in blood that it would cause him to slip right off the ladder! I'll have to remember this for when the match is actually here. Get him bloodied early...
”C.J. Needs to know one thing, that I'm not afraid to do what I have to in order to win back my title, not that I should have to win it back in the first place. Still, I've made this point perfectly clear so many times, yet it seems like nobody is willing to pay attention to the fact that C.J. was awarded the belt after an unauthorized pinfall count. And it seems like the person who is ignoring this the most is C.J. Gates. Well, he won't be able to ignore what I do to him in the Ladder Match at One Night in Hell. I'll make sure of that...”
***
Instead of the normal opening, Biggs' First Contact starts off with the familiar STAR WARS crawl.
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The video switches to Biggs standing in front of what appears to be the backdrop of Mustafar, the planet on which Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi did battle in Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. Biggs is decked out in an authentic Anakin costume, complete with singes and wear and tear from the battle, as well as a scar over his right eye. He looks right into the camera as he begins to speak.
”C.J. Gates, you think you're being cute when you try to compare our battles, our disagreement with Star Wars. I bet you think you're getting to me when you besmirch my beloved movies to try and make our feud seem like it's a matter of galactic importance. And while I'm not trying to minimize the scale of our hatred for one another, nor am I trying to downplay the importance of what we're fighting for, the APW Undisputed Championship, the fact is, C.J., our battle isn't some large, over-sweeping space opera that engulfs all of APW, rather, it's much more personal than that. Sure, we're fighting for the top prize in the land. Whoever manages to climb the ladder in Tokyo will walk away with that title, and have indisputable proof that they are the cream of the crop in APW. But the fact is, C.J., no matter how big of a prize we find ourselves fighting for, our issues are very much personal.”
“It didn't have to be that way, C.J., and you know it. The only reason we were really at odds heading into Shockwave was that you were the #1 Contender for my title. Sure, you weren't happy with the way that I conducted myself leading up to that match, but the way I see it, I wasn't treating you any differently than I would have treated any of my opponents. But then Shockwave came, and you showed what kind of man you truly are when you stole MY title from me, C.J. Make no mistakes about it, C.J., you stole that belt from me, and you know it. I've already made my case time and time again as to why I deserve to have the belt handed back to me, but to no avail, so now, I have no choice but to do what I need to do in order to take back what's mine.”
“That's why I attacked you in Helsinki. That's why I went into our tag match on the last Overdrive with the expressed goal of injuring you. It's not business, C.J., it's personal!”
“That being said, since you decided it would be fun to ape my favorite movie series, allow me to deconstruct the arguments you made in trying to frame our feud within the context of Star Wars. And just remember, Ceej, you opened yourself up to this when you decided to pick on a known Star Wars geek. Heck, when I first started wrestling, I was in a tag team called the Rogue Squadron! Our finisher was the Attack Pattern Delta! How much more proof do you need of my love of Star Wars?”
“I'm going to start off with the obvious flaw in your little gimmicky story by stating just how forced the whole affair seemed. Calling me Darth Biggs and yourself C.J. Skywalker isn't nearly as clever as you think it is. Let's just ignore the fact that you're also implying I'm your father by making this analogy. And yes, I am wearing an Anakin costume right now, which I'll explain more later, but it's just too lazy and obvious to go the Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker route, especially with your biased view of good and evil.”
“Your statement that our match is a battle between good and evil is not only gross hyperbole, but also it fails to truly encompass our respective world views and the ways we actually carry ourselves. For you to say that you are Luke Skywalker is for you to say that you are a bastion of good, a person who always sees the good in others, who always strives to do the right thing. This obviously isn't the case if you're so quick to call me evil. Because you are inherently deciding that there is no good in me, because there can be no good in evil. But it's understandable why you'd have such a limited point of view. If you'll allow me to cite a scene in Return of the Jedi, where Obi-Wan is talking with Luke following Yoda's death.”
The video switches to the clip from the movie.
The video cuts back to Biggs.
”...From a certain point of view. That phrase right there perfectly embodies everything we've had to say about one another. C.J., you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view. In your mind, I'm some slimy, weaselly little punk who has to have his own way, or else he acts like a spoiled brat, whereas I feel that I am simply a man who does what he has to in order to reach his goals. I may not always be right, but I can be confident that I am righteous, so much as in that I have a clearly defined moral standard that I hold to. You view yourself as the epitome of good, a shinning beacon for the fans and the rest of APW to look up to with adoration. I see you as nothing more than a shady businessman who takes any chance he can get while claiming to be an honest man. In both cases, the truth probably lies somewhere in the middle, as we are naturally biased towards ourselves, and biased against each other. Hence the Anakin costume I am wearing right now. Because of all the characters in the Star Wars universe, Anakin is not so much a clear cut good guy or bad guy, but more a shade of gray. That applies to the both of us, C.J. You aren't this infallible white knight, in so much that I'm not the evil black knight you make me out to be.”
“Now as much as you would like to say that you're a better wrestler than me, by 'virtue' of you 'defeating' me at Shockwave for the belt, you know that if not for Kurt Noble overstepping his bounds, you wouldn't even have gotten the belt. You say that I need to accept the fact that I 'lost' to you at Shockwave, C.J., but that is something that I simply cannot do! The fact that you try to cover it up, try to explain the fact that you did not earn the Undisputed Title away proves that it is you who is desperate, not I! Sure, my actions as of late may have been more extreme than normal, sure I may have taken some liberties with your well being, but as I've said before C.J., every day since you stole the Undisputed Title from me has been a living Hell, and I intend on making sure you have more than just One Night in Hell!”
“And I'll be able to do just that within the context of a Ladder Match! Because, C.J., in a Ladder Match, there's no such thing as cheating, there's no such thing as breaking the rules! As much as you like to decry me as being a liar and a cheat, there's absolutely no way that I can cheat within this environment. I could do exactly what I did to you three weeks ago in Helsinki, and it would be perfectly legal. Heck, I could do worse, and all the ref could do is stand there and watch!”
“Now Ceej, I know that you made mention of the fact that Ladder Matches are kind of a specialty of yours, but as much as you like to think of yourself as an expert in this match type, just realize that it plays up to my strengths just as well as yours, if not better. As we found out in our first match against one another, we're pretty even in terms of speed and quickness, but where I gain the advantage is the fact that I'm more used to utilizing weapons and the like during a match. I have more practice using foreign objects, and while they aren't so foreign in this match, I know that my wealth of experience will help me to be quicker in deciding what I'm going to do if I get my hands on a ladder or kendo stick or chair or what have you. And in a match like this, C.J., every second counts.”
“Because, C.J., our respective goals are to be able to beat each other to the point where we can climb up the ladder uninterrupted and grab hold of the title belt, unhooking it from the cable holding it high above the ring. One second can be the difference from claiming the title and crashing horribly into the mat. We're both going to get hurt in this match, C.J., make no mistake about it. But I intend to hurt you a lot more than you can hurt me. Heck, I already got a head start.”
“Because C.J., everything I do, I do it for a reason. Attacking you in Helsinki a few weeks back accomplished two things. First, it showed you that I am capable of being one step ahead of you at any and all times. Secondly, it hurt you badly. And while you've had some time to recover, wounds that deep don't heal overnight. I'm sure you've been trying to hide the fact that you're constantly dizzy, or that you often have feelings of dizziness or vertigo. They had to staple the wound shut. It's a wonder you haven't passed out in any of your matches yet! Still, by softening up you head, it gives me a target that I can exploit early and often in the ladder match, and I intend to do just that. Try and stop me, C.J., because I know you'll be too dizzy to!”
“C.J. Gates, do you want to know why I decided to fight you in a Ladder Match, especially considering that I suggested the match to Jeff in the first place? It's because I wanted to beat you at your own game. I wanted to make sure that we fought in a match that after I beat you, you would have no excuses, you would have no other explanation for your loss other than that I am better than you! I would not have been able to get that same satisfaction in any other kind of match, even my own specialty, the Steel Cage Match. Logic dictated that I probably should have picked the Cage, but my pride told me that I needed to embarrass you for the way you've been gallivanting around with MY title.”
“That's right, C.J., not your title, but my title. You can keep telling yourself otherwise, but after we meet at One Night in Hell, you won't be able to call yourself APW Undisputed Champion any longer! Because I guarantee, at the end of our Ladder Match, when the bell rings, it will be me standing high above the ring with the APW Undisputed Championship in my arms. And there will be nothing you can do about it! Why? Because just like Star Wars, I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!”
