Post by Michael Jennings on Oct 20, 2011 23:42:51 GMT -4
10/20/2011
Tokyo, Japan
Night…
The scene opens on the balcony of Ebirah’s hotel room with the skyline of Tokyo, Japan in the background. The masked villain is staring at the ground with an angry look on his face because of all the things that he’s heard said about him by his opponent at One Night in Hell who goes by the name of Nathaniel Havok. Havok has enraged Ebirah to the point where he doesn’t even care about the match any more. All that he cares about now is burning Havok alive. After a short growl Ebirah looks up at the camera and begins to speak.
Ebirah: This is the calm before the storm. In less than three days I will be stepping into the ring with Nathaniel Havok with the Xtreme Championship on the line. This isn’t the Main Event of the show but it is the biggest match on the show and everybody knows it. The reason for that is that I’m in this match. These people want to see the man that they all love to hate get beat by their hero and set aflame. However they are going to be sorely disappointed when I turn the tables and take your belt much to their dismay.
At this point his new manager Bobby Belichick walks on screen with a cocky smirk on his face as he begins to address the audience at home.
Belichick: I’m glad this is being filmed. I’m glad that One Night in Hell is . I want everyone to own this and to pass this down from generations. I’m the man who is going to be the manager of the APW Xtreme Championship of the world. I want the people of Earth to own this DVD and keep it in their collection after this show is finished. I want them to pass this down through the generations so that their families can say that they witnessed this.
A sick smile creeps across Ebirah’s face as he starts to speak.
Ebirah: This is going to be a night that you’ll all remember and not for all the good reasons. I want this to be the most horrifying wrestling event in the history of APW. I want to make the immolation scene from Revenge of the Sith seem tame compared to what I am going to do to Nathaniel Havok at One Night in Hell.
Bobby smiles before addressing the camera once more with some comments about the match and in particular his client.
Belichick: That’s right. This man right here is someone who has no morals or ethics. He’s just like the Terminator. He’s just going to keep coming and coming after you. He will show no emotions and no mercy. He’s a human machine of destruction and he’s going to make it literally One Night in Hell here in Tokyo. Havok, it’s been a good run for you. However it’s all going to come to an end this weekend here in the Land of the Rising Sun.
Ebirah: Flesh will be melted off of your body after I’m through with you. Now I want you and every fan out there to look up pictures of the Buddhist monks burning themselves alive in protest because what happens to Havok will be very similar to what is seen in those pictures. The smell of burnt flesh will permeate the air like an air freshener being sprayed into the air. I want to see the looks of sheer horror in the eyes of the fans after I burn their hero to a crisp. I want to see women and children crying as tattooed douche bags chant my name after I do what they came to see and that’s burn somebody.
They don’t want to see all of this high flying shit that you bring to the table. They want to see some burnt up dead corpses in the ring being taken out in body bags and I’m the guy to give it to them. I’m the anti-hero of this company. The people hate me but at the same time I give them what they want. They don’t want to see you and Sally on the television spooning for an hour. They want to see action. I’m not telling you anything that you don’t know already. However the fact is that all you’ve done this week is turn your promos into the match into a glorified PR campaign for yourself and Sally Talfourd. The fact that you two care more about your image with the fans than your matches makes me sick! It disgusts me that all you two really care about is yourselves and that’s what this is all about. It’s all about you two vain individuals trying to make yourselves look good to the fans instead of worrying about me burning your ass in the ring with a ball of fire. It’s that simple.
In this Blaze of Glory match you’re going to get the blaze and I’m going to get all of the glory so to speak. You’ve given me the impression that you’re already expecting to win which only pisses me off and that’s the truth. Your arrogance blinds you from the truth. The truth that I am more dangerous than you realize. President Jeff fears me just like you should fear me. Jeff and the championship committee know that my power will be too strong to control. Only a fool like yourself would be so vain to overlook me. You will soon find out that the dark side of wrestling is more powerful than anything you can possibly imagine. The fact that you called yourself the sexiest man alive only further proves my point about you being a delusional, arrogant halfwit.
Another idiotic thing I heard when I saw you and your pirate wench on the television was Sally saying that I could never beat her…you have NEVER faced me in the ring ever so how in he hell would you know if I could beat you or nor? HOW WOULD YOU KNOW? Oh, that’s right. Your ego is so inflated that everyone in this company is beneath both of you. That only makes me want to melt your boyfriend’s face even more. His face is going to melt like wax off of a candle.
Belichick: And we all know that you two are the hottest couple here in APW.
He looks over at Ebirah with a smirk on his face before turning back to the camera and continuing.
Belichick: Well that’s not going to change after One Night in Hell. In fact you’re going to get a lot hotter after we deep fry one of you and if the other tries to stop us we’ll turn her into a fried piece of chicken. It’ll be a two for the price of one deal for the fans in attendance. And we’ll ENJOY it the whole time. We enjoy the suffering of others just like most people should.
Ebirah: That’s right and suffer you will all because of your own stupidity. The Elite Posse isn’t dead…I’m still here. I’m still walking and I’m still taking. I AM THE POSSE! And you’d better remember that fact because if you don’t you’re FUCKED just like you are for believing that you by yourself killed the Posse. Let me set the record straight because I am the man who tells it like it is. Last week you beat ASP and then I kicked his ass backstage after the show which is why he isn’t around. Harvey on the other hand got his ass kicked not by you but by Kate Horton. She is the one who sent his career straight down the toilet, not you. You didn’t do a damn thing except for piss me off which is just something that you don’t do. Don’t get me wrong, you are an athlete but the more you talk out of your ass the more you piss me off. The fact that you even think that I need back up to bear you is sad in itself. I don’t need help to beat you or anybody else. I’m the most bad ass mofo in this company and you’re going to find that out first hand son.
If President Jeff sticks his nose in my business I would kick his ass just as soon as I would yours and that’s the truth. He’s all about power and control just like you are. It’s all about control with him just like with you and your bitch. All you care about is money and titles…soon you’ll find out its not about money or titles. It’s about sending a message…
Ebirah rubs his hands together almost salivating at the very thought of his plans coming to fruition at One Night in Hell. Nobody even has a clue about what’s going down except for him and Bobby which makes it even better.
Belichick: We will be sending a message to not only both of you but to everyone in the APW locker room and in the wrestling world at One Night in Hell. The top tier of this company is going to change. Be ready for it because you won’t see it coming.
Ebirah smiles deviously before continuing with his monologue.
Ebirah: That’s right. What horrors we have in store for you this weekend. You want to talk about changing this business forever well I’m going to do that and then some. By the end of the night NO ONE in APW will fuck with me or Bobby ever again. That isn’t just a hollow promise that will be left unfulfilled. It’s going to happen and nobody can stop it from happening. You’re already talking about leaving One Night in Hell with two championship belts. That only makes me want to burn you alive even more. It’s also even more apparent to me that all you care about is power. You’d better not even be thinking about the pipedreams of the future instead of dealing with the nightmare that you should be dealing with now. What you and your partner fail to realize is that true power comes from fear.
Fear is the one true power in this business, not titles. Only a fool would think that having gold is going to give you power. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. Gold is something that is meant to be lost. Look through history at the tales of sacked villages and stolen gold in order to see that I’m speaking the truth. Many who have had gold have lost it soon after and you will soon be joining them.
Also this thing with Jeff is something I want no part of. Your stupid, pointless marital dispute has nothing to do with this match. I don’t want no part of any of this stupid bullshit that you’ve gotten yourself into and deep down Sally probably doesn’t want any part of it either. Your delusions of grandeur are even too stupid for the woman who you get inside of every night. Yeah, we all know what’s going on. If that ugly skank gets in my way I will knock her down and make her grovel for forgiveness. After a few punches I could cultivate her into something that even I could want. I don’t want a woman who’s going to do whatever her man wants like she is doing for you. I want a woman who will stand up for herself and not some whiny bitch like the one who have.
Belichick: See we we’re thinking with the head on our shoulders unlike you, Havok. You’re too busy thinking with you other head to even fathom what you’re dealing with in the ring. This man right here is an Xtreme Champion that this company deserves and that will represent this company like it should be represented unlike you.
Ebirah: Havok, you also seem to think that I’m some naïve fool when the fact is that the total opposite is true. I know EXACTLY what I’m getting myself into and have embraced it like anyone in my position would do. I’m ready to burn or be burnt. I’m not in this match because I was thrown into it. I was put into this match by choice. I didn’t want to be a part of some stupid Costume Contest match or some other silly match that no one is going to care about. I wanted to be in the most dangerous match on the show and that’s exactly what happened. However I will say this much. I think either of us would beat the World Championship contenders on this show and that’s the truth. However I am on a mission to send you straight to Hell and no one will stop me from accomplishing that. Winning your belt will be only a formality but burning you and scorching not only your flesh but your pride and ego will make my victory all the more satisfying.
These people cheer you yet I see you for what you truly are. You’re nothing but an egotistical asshole who needs to be put in his place and I’m just the guy for the job. You STILL are foolish enough to think that I can’t give you a fight in the ring. You think that I don’t have a chance in hell. You think that I actually need someone to watch my back which proves just how much of an idiot you are. I always have done things my way and that’s the truth. All of your pitiful mind games and reverse psychology aren’t going to work on me. You still haven’t learned that yet and probably never will. Thinking about this match only fills me up with joy. It makes me very happy even thinking you burning in the ring. I have no fear of anything so why in the hell would I fear you or being burned? Think about it. Is there any reason for me to have any fear at all? No, not at all so the fact you keep talking about things like that only shows how few brain cells you have in that head of yours. So sad it is that the years of concussion damage have finally taken their toll and made you reach this point. Then you go and make the mistake of insulting my manager. You think that he’s here to watch my back…
Ebirah and Bobby look at each other before cackling maniacally.
Ebirah: You really don’t have a clue about what’s about to happen here in APW. You think you have it all figured out when nothing is further from the truth. And the fact that you think that Bobby managed me before is even more laughable. All I did was run down his impressive credentials. I never once said he ever was previously my manager. Also since apparently YOU KNOW EVERYTHING let me make one thing perfectly clear. My history with the Seagulls has nothing to do with this match or what’s going down. The Gulls are irrelevant to me and my plans.
Saying that I’m scared once again proves your idiocy without a shadow of a doubt. First you accuse me of not being able to do anything on my own yet at the same time you can’t seem to do anything on your own either. You have to have your bitch help you out at all times.
He stops to wave at the camera mockingly.
Ebirah: Hi Sally!
Belichick: It’s you are the one who needs the help, Havok. You’re going to need all the help you can find to beat this man in the ring.
Ebirah: Damn right. You’re hypocrisy is right up with there with your stupidity. The second thing you said is that I am scared. What a stupid thing that is to say. If I was scared I wouldn’t have signed the fucking contract for the match in the first place. You truly are one arrogant and stupid son of a bitch, Havok. You will feel my suffering, you will feel my pain. Your middle school level jokes about being matchmakers are almost as pointless as everything else you and Sally said. Pandering to teenagers by talking like idiots from some random teenager geared movie only shows that all you two care about is your image.
You talk about honor and respect like they’re things that you can buy at a 7/11 for a few bucks. You’re the biggest hypocrite in this company. You come to every show with Sally and you have the audacity to get on my case for not coming to the ring by myself. What a fucking joke you are and the punch line is usually the bullshit that comes out of your mouth before you end up making yourself look like an ass. Why don’t you pull your balls out of Sally’s purse, be a man for once in your life.
In my opinion you are all talk. You talk and talk and talk some more yet it’s all just so you can hear your own voice because you’re so full of shit that you’re the only one who really and truly believes what is coming out of your mouth. You can say that the Xtreme Championship means something to you but in reality it’s just something to further inflate your already inflated ego with. I’m out to win this match on my own and I can beat you on my own which is something you are in denial of. Anybody can beat anybody at anytime except of course the great Nathaniel Havok who apparently is impossible to defeat.
What a crock of shit that is. I’m on a mission to take what means the most to you and that’s the Xtreme Championship. The fact that I have you yelling at the television cameras about me tells you that I’m doing my job well. I have you emotionally unbalanced which is something that I can pinpoint as a weakness. You’ve worked hard to get where you’re yet so have I. I came into this company as a nobody. Everybody was talking about Kurt Noble but nobody gave two shits about me. NOBODY! I came in and kicked ass like nobody has before so don’t give me this shit about how hard you’ve worked to get where you’re at because I’ve done the SAME FUCKING THING! You’re not special, you’re ordinary. You’re nothing more than a man who is nothing but a hype machine that only cares about his image. I’m waiting to see you on a post somewhere with the words hope or change underneath your face.
The more I think about you and the things you’ve said the more it pisses me off. Havok, you still seem to think that I’m just going to flake out and leave if you defeat me at One Night in Hell. Well I’m not ASP and I’m not Branden Harvey yet you seem to think that you have me figured out. You think that I’m just some masked gimmick character who comes on here to talk about death and dead pulsars in deep space while wearing some lobster mask. The fact is I’ve been doing things on my own since I was thirteen, how about you? Don’t you EVER talk down to me like that again or I’ll really do something horrifying. And by that I mean something that will get me sent to jail for the rest of my natural life. I’m not somebody that you can just analyze and figure out. You can say I’m fake all you want but the only thing fake that relates to this match are Sally’s boobs. You know I’m telling the truth. Trust me, they’re not real.
Thus far all you’ve done is talk, boy. Talk is cheap and so are handshakes. I don’t talk, I act and the fact is that I’ve done to much talking this week. It’s time for some action. I’ve seen through the mask that you show these people. I’ve seen through the lies that you tell them. Pandering to the fans is all that you’re about. You’re nothing more than a guy who talks a big game and instead shoots himself in the foot. You talk about me taking the focus off of myself…OF COURSE I’M GOING TO DO THAT! I’m not wrestling myself, am I? Of course not, genius. I’m wrestling you so OF COURSE you’re going to be the focus of my attention.
And then you continue to talk like a dumbass by STILL thinking that I need help to beat you. If I need any kind of help to beat you then I shouldn’t even be in the match to begin with and that’s the bottom line. However that is not the case. I’m in the match and I’m in it to win it. It’s win big or go home time and I plan on winning big. What a delusional bastard you are. Talking about me having a panic attack is probably the dumbest comment that you’ve made all week. Am I panicking? Am I running around like a chicken with its head cut off? No, I am not. I’m cool, calm, and collected unlike yourself. Don’t think that I know all of this is being said by you to make yourself think all of that bullshit you’ve been saying is true. Talking to me and about me like I’m a little child only belittles both yourself and the match. You’ve successfully turned this match into a joke talking about me like I’m a little boy. You’re a pathetic champion if there ever was one. You want to talk about us fooling people I know FOR A FACT that Sally will probably get involved and if she does I’ll knock her the fuck out, take your title, and then take her spot in the Chamber match where I should be.
Both Belichick and Ebirah start laughing.
Belichick: Listen to me, WOMAN. You should be at home in the kitchen instead of at ringside to interfere in this match because, let’s face it, I’m not going to interfere.
He motions to himself.
Belichick: What? Am I an idiot?! Why would I want to get burned by your boyfriend? Only a crazy person would want that and luckily my man Ebirah is crazy enough to take him down and take his title in this kind of match.
Ebirah: Speaking of that, they made the stupid comments that I’m a ‘coward.’
At this point Ebirah glares at the camera and begins to go on a rant of hate.
Ebirah: If I was a coward would I be in a Blaze of Glory match to begin with? That doesn’t make sense. You talk about me going back to my level when the fact is that my level is your level. You CONTINUE and continue to talk about me being beneath which is going to be your undoing. Overconfidence has led to the fall of many a man. Ask Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, or the US military command that planned the Vietnam War about how things turned out when they went into a war full of overconfidence. You talk a big game about my flaws yet you ignore your own which are as plain as day. Your arrogance and overconfidence are your weaknesses. You are blinded by them both and fail to see what I’m saying.
Those “we’s” that I was referring to don’t even relate to what is going on in our match. Like I said, you have NO IDEA about what is really going on behind the scenes in this company. I also find it hilarious how you go back to the same jokes alluding to me being a homosexual when you run out of bullshit to say. That about sums it up about you. Million dollar body and a ten cent brain. Speaking of you God-like body you’re not that good looking. You look like you’ve had some work done and those shitty looking tattoos aren’t doing you any favors either.
You can ramble about finding a cure for your issues yet you haven’t looked at the whole of yourself. Your ego and arrogance are the two biggest vices you have and you haven’t even dealt with them so that tells me that everything that you’re saying is nothing but bullshit. I dealt with my vices by EMBRACING them. I embraced my vices of watching porn, drinking, having premarital sex, and doing every vile thing there is to do in this life. I did that ON MY OWN! Don’t talk like I’m beneath you because I’m not. I’ve been down a similar road as you have been yet you don’t give two shits about it because everything has to relate to you in order for you to even care about it. My parents divorced when I was thirteen years old and my mother was killed soon after because my father was involved with the local crime syndicate. HOW THE HELL DID I NOT HAVE A FUCKING HARD ROAD?! My father is the biggest piece of shit on the planet but from what I’ve seen you’re a close second. You talk down to me like I’m a piece of garbage. Well FUCK YOU! Don’t you EVER compare your life to mine like it’s a totally different scenario. You’re such a fucking hypocrite it’s not even funny. You didn’t do any homework on my life either so you can take that little argument and shove it up your ass. You’re nothing but somebody who yells at people for doing something while doing the same thing yourself.
Also I could give a crap less about that piece of tin that you own. I don’t even care about winning it. All I care about is making you miserable by losing it to me. Did you even hear what I was saying? I don’t care about money or titles because it’s not about money or titles…it’s about sending a message. And that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to send a message to the entire wrestling world about what I bring to the table. So with that said you are right about me not meaning a God damn thing to me. I don’t even care about it. All I want to do is burn you alive. It’s that simple. What a joke of a champion you are. I will never respect you just like you won’t ever respect me because you’re the biggest hypocrite alive. Plus you talk more than any woman I’ve ever met which makes you even more of an annoying, pretentious jackass. Calling yourself a God to these people only solidifies my point about you. Your ego is too huge for this company so I’m going to have to take a fucking sledgehammer and smash it into a million tiny pieces. The way you talk about yourself makes me sick. It’s pathetic and disgusting which is another reason why you must be put in your place. You need to be shown just how human you really are and I’m just the guy to do it.
He then shakes his head in disgust briefly before continuing.
Ebirah: AND DO YOU EVER STOP TALKING?! Christ, nobody here gives a shit about you or what you have to say to the point where we have to listen to you for over an hour talking like a politician trying to gain some votes for the next election. The pressure is more on you than it is on me. Thinking that it’s not only shows how blind you are to the truths of reality. You are the champion and have everything to lose in this match, not me. I have nothing to lose. I don’t even want the belt. All I care about now is shutting you up once and for all. And don’t talk to me like I don’t know how much experience you have. I could care less about all that or the fact that you started when you were fourteen. And why FOR THE LOVE OF GOD do you have to yell everything at the camera? That isn’t going to make people believe you when you say things. IN fact it’ll probably turn them off. People don’t want to hear some egomaniac talking about how great he is for an hour with his bitch on the television. They want action and I’m going to give them action.
Also your little “Illuminati” speech was so scripted it’s not even funny. Terry Bollea called. He wants to punch you in the face for ripping off his line. After One Night in Hell both you and the bitch are going to see who’s REALLY running the show around here. I have something in store for this company that’s going to shake things up regardless of whether I win this match or not. Winning this match will just be the icing on the cake. Hearing all of your garbage that’s been coming out of your mouth honestly should make the fans cheer for me just for the fact that I’m not the one being an egotistical ass. At least I’m looking at this like it’s a match and not an afterthought like you are. You are looking past me and I’m going to make you pay for it. You’re also going to pay for boring me by saying the same things OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN to the point where I just stopped giving a shit about what you were saying. At One Night in Hell everything burns…especially you. I am coming to take your belt and no matter what happens, this is not over.
He shakes his head and smiles deviously at the camera before continuing.
Ebirah: What you fail to realize match is not the end, it’s not the beginning, it’s not even the beginning of the end but the end of the beginning. I’ll see you in the morgue after I charbroil your ass at One Night in Hell.
He chuckles under his breath before walking off screen with Bobby Belichick. The camera trains on where he was just standing as the scene fades to black.
Tokyo, Japan
Night…
The scene opens on the balcony of Ebirah’s hotel room with the skyline of Tokyo, Japan in the background. The masked villain is staring at the ground with an angry look on his face because of all the things that he’s heard said about him by his opponent at One Night in Hell who goes by the name of Nathaniel Havok. Havok has enraged Ebirah to the point where he doesn’t even care about the match any more. All that he cares about now is burning Havok alive. After a short growl Ebirah looks up at the camera and begins to speak.
Ebirah: This is the calm before the storm. In less than three days I will be stepping into the ring with Nathaniel Havok with the Xtreme Championship on the line. This isn’t the Main Event of the show but it is the biggest match on the show and everybody knows it. The reason for that is that I’m in this match. These people want to see the man that they all love to hate get beat by their hero and set aflame. However they are going to be sorely disappointed when I turn the tables and take your belt much to their dismay.
At this point his new manager Bobby Belichick walks on screen with a cocky smirk on his face as he begins to address the audience at home.
Belichick: I’m glad this is being filmed. I’m glad that One Night in Hell is . I want everyone to own this and to pass this down from generations. I’m the man who is going to be the manager of the APW Xtreme Championship of the world. I want the people of Earth to own this DVD and keep it in their collection after this show is finished. I want them to pass this down through the generations so that their families can say that they witnessed this.
A sick smile creeps across Ebirah’s face as he starts to speak.
Ebirah: This is going to be a night that you’ll all remember and not for all the good reasons. I want this to be the most horrifying wrestling event in the history of APW. I want to make the immolation scene from Revenge of the Sith seem tame compared to what I am going to do to Nathaniel Havok at One Night in Hell.
Bobby smiles before addressing the camera once more with some comments about the match and in particular his client.
Belichick: That’s right. This man right here is someone who has no morals or ethics. He’s just like the Terminator. He’s just going to keep coming and coming after you. He will show no emotions and no mercy. He’s a human machine of destruction and he’s going to make it literally One Night in Hell here in Tokyo. Havok, it’s been a good run for you. However it’s all going to come to an end this weekend here in the Land of the Rising Sun.
Ebirah: Flesh will be melted off of your body after I’m through with you. Now I want you and every fan out there to look up pictures of the Buddhist monks burning themselves alive in protest because what happens to Havok will be very similar to what is seen in those pictures. The smell of burnt flesh will permeate the air like an air freshener being sprayed into the air. I want to see the looks of sheer horror in the eyes of the fans after I burn their hero to a crisp. I want to see women and children crying as tattooed douche bags chant my name after I do what they came to see and that’s burn somebody.
They don’t want to see all of this high flying shit that you bring to the table. They want to see some burnt up dead corpses in the ring being taken out in body bags and I’m the guy to give it to them. I’m the anti-hero of this company. The people hate me but at the same time I give them what they want. They don’t want to see you and Sally on the television spooning for an hour. They want to see action. I’m not telling you anything that you don’t know already. However the fact is that all you’ve done this week is turn your promos into the match into a glorified PR campaign for yourself and Sally Talfourd. The fact that you two care more about your image with the fans than your matches makes me sick! It disgusts me that all you two really care about is yourselves and that’s what this is all about. It’s all about you two vain individuals trying to make yourselves look good to the fans instead of worrying about me burning your ass in the ring with a ball of fire. It’s that simple.
In this Blaze of Glory match you’re going to get the blaze and I’m going to get all of the glory so to speak. You’ve given me the impression that you’re already expecting to win which only pisses me off and that’s the truth. Your arrogance blinds you from the truth. The truth that I am more dangerous than you realize. President Jeff fears me just like you should fear me. Jeff and the championship committee know that my power will be too strong to control. Only a fool like yourself would be so vain to overlook me. You will soon find out that the dark side of wrestling is more powerful than anything you can possibly imagine. The fact that you called yourself the sexiest man alive only further proves my point about you being a delusional, arrogant halfwit.
Another idiotic thing I heard when I saw you and your pirate wench on the television was Sally saying that I could never beat her…you have NEVER faced me in the ring ever so how in he hell would you know if I could beat you or nor? HOW WOULD YOU KNOW? Oh, that’s right. Your ego is so inflated that everyone in this company is beneath both of you. That only makes me want to melt your boyfriend’s face even more. His face is going to melt like wax off of a candle.
Belichick: And we all know that you two are the hottest couple here in APW.
He looks over at Ebirah with a smirk on his face before turning back to the camera and continuing.
Belichick: Well that’s not going to change after One Night in Hell. In fact you’re going to get a lot hotter after we deep fry one of you and if the other tries to stop us we’ll turn her into a fried piece of chicken. It’ll be a two for the price of one deal for the fans in attendance. And we’ll ENJOY it the whole time. We enjoy the suffering of others just like most people should.
Ebirah: That’s right and suffer you will all because of your own stupidity. The Elite Posse isn’t dead…I’m still here. I’m still walking and I’m still taking. I AM THE POSSE! And you’d better remember that fact because if you don’t you’re FUCKED just like you are for believing that you by yourself killed the Posse. Let me set the record straight because I am the man who tells it like it is. Last week you beat ASP and then I kicked his ass backstage after the show which is why he isn’t around. Harvey on the other hand got his ass kicked not by you but by Kate Horton. She is the one who sent his career straight down the toilet, not you. You didn’t do a damn thing except for piss me off which is just something that you don’t do. Don’t get me wrong, you are an athlete but the more you talk out of your ass the more you piss me off. The fact that you even think that I need back up to bear you is sad in itself. I don’t need help to beat you or anybody else. I’m the most bad ass mofo in this company and you’re going to find that out first hand son.
If President Jeff sticks his nose in my business I would kick his ass just as soon as I would yours and that’s the truth. He’s all about power and control just like you are. It’s all about control with him just like with you and your bitch. All you care about is money and titles…soon you’ll find out its not about money or titles. It’s about sending a message…
Ebirah rubs his hands together almost salivating at the very thought of his plans coming to fruition at One Night in Hell. Nobody even has a clue about what’s going down except for him and Bobby which makes it even better.
Belichick: We will be sending a message to not only both of you but to everyone in the APW locker room and in the wrestling world at One Night in Hell. The top tier of this company is going to change. Be ready for it because you won’t see it coming.
Ebirah smiles deviously before continuing with his monologue.
Ebirah: That’s right. What horrors we have in store for you this weekend. You want to talk about changing this business forever well I’m going to do that and then some. By the end of the night NO ONE in APW will fuck with me or Bobby ever again. That isn’t just a hollow promise that will be left unfulfilled. It’s going to happen and nobody can stop it from happening. You’re already talking about leaving One Night in Hell with two championship belts. That only makes me want to burn you alive even more. It’s also even more apparent to me that all you care about is power. You’d better not even be thinking about the pipedreams of the future instead of dealing with the nightmare that you should be dealing with now. What you and your partner fail to realize is that true power comes from fear.
Fear is the one true power in this business, not titles. Only a fool would think that having gold is going to give you power. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. Gold is something that is meant to be lost. Look through history at the tales of sacked villages and stolen gold in order to see that I’m speaking the truth. Many who have had gold have lost it soon after and you will soon be joining them.
Also this thing with Jeff is something I want no part of. Your stupid, pointless marital dispute has nothing to do with this match. I don’t want no part of any of this stupid bullshit that you’ve gotten yourself into and deep down Sally probably doesn’t want any part of it either. Your delusions of grandeur are even too stupid for the woman who you get inside of every night. Yeah, we all know what’s going on. If that ugly skank gets in my way I will knock her down and make her grovel for forgiveness. After a few punches I could cultivate her into something that even I could want. I don’t want a woman who’s going to do whatever her man wants like she is doing for you. I want a woman who will stand up for herself and not some whiny bitch like the one who have.
Belichick: See we we’re thinking with the head on our shoulders unlike you, Havok. You’re too busy thinking with you other head to even fathom what you’re dealing with in the ring. This man right here is an Xtreme Champion that this company deserves and that will represent this company like it should be represented unlike you.
Ebirah: Havok, you also seem to think that I’m some naïve fool when the fact is that the total opposite is true. I know EXACTLY what I’m getting myself into and have embraced it like anyone in my position would do. I’m ready to burn or be burnt. I’m not in this match because I was thrown into it. I was put into this match by choice. I didn’t want to be a part of some stupid Costume Contest match or some other silly match that no one is going to care about. I wanted to be in the most dangerous match on the show and that’s exactly what happened. However I will say this much. I think either of us would beat the World Championship contenders on this show and that’s the truth. However I am on a mission to send you straight to Hell and no one will stop me from accomplishing that. Winning your belt will be only a formality but burning you and scorching not only your flesh but your pride and ego will make my victory all the more satisfying.
These people cheer you yet I see you for what you truly are. You’re nothing but an egotistical asshole who needs to be put in his place and I’m just the guy for the job. You STILL are foolish enough to think that I can’t give you a fight in the ring. You think that I don’t have a chance in hell. You think that I actually need someone to watch my back which proves just how much of an idiot you are. I always have done things my way and that’s the truth. All of your pitiful mind games and reverse psychology aren’t going to work on me. You still haven’t learned that yet and probably never will. Thinking about this match only fills me up with joy. It makes me very happy even thinking you burning in the ring. I have no fear of anything so why in the hell would I fear you or being burned? Think about it. Is there any reason for me to have any fear at all? No, not at all so the fact you keep talking about things like that only shows how few brain cells you have in that head of yours. So sad it is that the years of concussion damage have finally taken their toll and made you reach this point. Then you go and make the mistake of insulting my manager. You think that he’s here to watch my back…
Ebirah and Bobby look at each other before cackling maniacally.
Ebirah: You really don’t have a clue about what’s about to happen here in APW. You think you have it all figured out when nothing is further from the truth. And the fact that you think that Bobby managed me before is even more laughable. All I did was run down his impressive credentials. I never once said he ever was previously my manager. Also since apparently YOU KNOW EVERYTHING let me make one thing perfectly clear. My history with the Seagulls has nothing to do with this match or what’s going down. The Gulls are irrelevant to me and my plans.
Saying that I’m scared once again proves your idiocy without a shadow of a doubt. First you accuse me of not being able to do anything on my own yet at the same time you can’t seem to do anything on your own either. You have to have your bitch help you out at all times.
He stops to wave at the camera mockingly.
Ebirah: Hi Sally!
Belichick: It’s you are the one who needs the help, Havok. You’re going to need all the help you can find to beat this man in the ring.
Ebirah: Damn right. You’re hypocrisy is right up with there with your stupidity. The second thing you said is that I am scared. What a stupid thing that is to say. If I was scared I wouldn’t have signed the fucking contract for the match in the first place. You truly are one arrogant and stupid son of a bitch, Havok. You will feel my suffering, you will feel my pain. Your middle school level jokes about being matchmakers are almost as pointless as everything else you and Sally said. Pandering to teenagers by talking like idiots from some random teenager geared movie only shows that all you two care about is your image.
You talk about honor and respect like they’re things that you can buy at a 7/11 for a few bucks. You’re the biggest hypocrite in this company. You come to every show with Sally and you have the audacity to get on my case for not coming to the ring by myself. What a fucking joke you are and the punch line is usually the bullshit that comes out of your mouth before you end up making yourself look like an ass. Why don’t you pull your balls out of Sally’s purse, be a man for once in your life.
In my opinion you are all talk. You talk and talk and talk some more yet it’s all just so you can hear your own voice because you’re so full of shit that you’re the only one who really and truly believes what is coming out of your mouth. You can say that the Xtreme Championship means something to you but in reality it’s just something to further inflate your already inflated ego with. I’m out to win this match on my own and I can beat you on my own which is something you are in denial of. Anybody can beat anybody at anytime except of course the great Nathaniel Havok who apparently is impossible to defeat.
What a crock of shit that is. I’m on a mission to take what means the most to you and that’s the Xtreme Championship. The fact that I have you yelling at the television cameras about me tells you that I’m doing my job well. I have you emotionally unbalanced which is something that I can pinpoint as a weakness. You’ve worked hard to get where you’re yet so have I. I came into this company as a nobody. Everybody was talking about Kurt Noble but nobody gave two shits about me. NOBODY! I came in and kicked ass like nobody has before so don’t give me this shit about how hard you’ve worked to get where you’re at because I’ve done the SAME FUCKING THING! You’re not special, you’re ordinary. You’re nothing more than a man who is nothing but a hype machine that only cares about his image. I’m waiting to see you on a post somewhere with the words hope or change underneath your face.
The more I think about you and the things you’ve said the more it pisses me off. Havok, you still seem to think that I’m just going to flake out and leave if you defeat me at One Night in Hell. Well I’m not ASP and I’m not Branden Harvey yet you seem to think that you have me figured out. You think that I’m just some masked gimmick character who comes on here to talk about death and dead pulsars in deep space while wearing some lobster mask. The fact is I’ve been doing things on my own since I was thirteen, how about you? Don’t you EVER talk down to me like that again or I’ll really do something horrifying. And by that I mean something that will get me sent to jail for the rest of my natural life. I’m not somebody that you can just analyze and figure out. You can say I’m fake all you want but the only thing fake that relates to this match are Sally’s boobs. You know I’m telling the truth. Trust me, they’re not real.
Thus far all you’ve done is talk, boy. Talk is cheap and so are handshakes. I don’t talk, I act and the fact is that I’ve done to much talking this week. It’s time for some action. I’ve seen through the mask that you show these people. I’ve seen through the lies that you tell them. Pandering to the fans is all that you’re about. You’re nothing more than a guy who talks a big game and instead shoots himself in the foot. You talk about me taking the focus off of myself…OF COURSE I’M GOING TO DO THAT! I’m not wrestling myself, am I? Of course not, genius. I’m wrestling you so OF COURSE you’re going to be the focus of my attention.
And then you continue to talk like a dumbass by STILL thinking that I need help to beat you. If I need any kind of help to beat you then I shouldn’t even be in the match to begin with and that’s the bottom line. However that is not the case. I’m in the match and I’m in it to win it. It’s win big or go home time and I plan on winning big. What a delusional bastard you are. Talking about me having a panic attack is probably the dumbest comment that you’ve made all week. Am I panicking? Am I running around like a chicken with its head cut off? No, I am not. I’m cool, calm, and collected unlike yourself. Don’t think that I know all of this is being said by you to make yourself think all of that bullshit you’ve been saying is true. Talking to me and about me like I’m a little child only belittles both yourself and the match. You’ve successfully turned this match into a joke talking about me like I’m a little boy. You’re a pathetic champion if there ever was one. You want to talk about us fooling people I know FOR A FACT that Sally will probably get involved and if she does I’ll knock her the fuck out, take your title, and then take her spot in the Chamber match where I should be.
Both Belichick and Ebirah start laughing.
Belichick: Listen to me, WOMAN. You should be at home in the kitchen instead of at ringside to interfere in this match because, let’s face it, I’m not going to interfere.
He motions to himself.
Belichick: What? Am I an idiot?! Why would I want to get burned by your boyfriend? Only a crazy person would want that and luckily my man Ebirah is crazy enough to take him down and take his title in this kind of match.
Ebirah: Speaking of that, they made the stupid comments that I’m a ‘coward.’
At this point Ebirah glares at the camera and begins to go on a rant of hate.
Ebirah: If I was a coward would I be in a Blaze of Glory match to begin with? That doesn’t make sense. You talk about me going back to my level when the fact is that my level is your level. You CONTINUE and continue to talk about me being beneath which is going to be your undoing. Overconfidence has led to the fall of many a man. Ask Napoleon Bonaparte, Adolf Hitler, or the US military command that planned the Vietnam War about how things turned out when they went into a war full of overconfidence. You talk a big game about my flaws yet you ignore your own which are as plain as day. Your arrogance and overconfidence are your weaknesses. You are blinded by them both and fail to see what I’m saying.
Those “we’s” that I was referring to don’t even relate to what is going on in our match. Like I said, you have NO IDEA about what is really going on behind the scenes in this company. I also find it hilarious how you go back to the same jokes alluding to me being a homosexual when you run out of bullshit to say. That about sums it up about you. Million dollar body and a ten cent brain. Speaking of you God-like body you’re not that good looking. You look like you’ve had some work done and those shitty looking tattoos aren’t doing you any favors either.
You can ramble about finding a cure for your issues yet you haven’t looked at the whole of yourself. Your ego and arrogance are the two biggest vices you have and you haven’t even dealt with them so that tells me that everything that you’re saying is nothing but bullshit. I dealt with my vices by EMBRACING them. I embraced my vices of watching porn, drinking, having premarital sex, and doing every vile thing there is to do in this life. I did that ON MY OWN! Don’t talk like I’m beneath you because I’m not. I’ve been down a similar road as you have been yet you don’t give two shits about it because everything has to relate to you in order for you to even care about it. My parents divorced when I was thirteen years old and my mother was killed soon after because my father was involved with the local crime syndicate. HOW THE HELL DID I NOT HAVE A FUCKING HARD ROAD?! My father is the biggest piece of shit on the planet but from what I’ve seen you’re a close second. You talk down to me like I’m a piece of garbage. Well FUCK YOU! Don’t you EVER compare your life to mine like it’s a totally different scenario. You’re such a fucking hypocrite it’s not even funny. You didn’t do any homework on my life either so you can take that little argument and shove it up your ass. You’re nothing but somebody who yells at people for doing something while doing the same thing yourself.
Also I could give a crap less about that piece of tin that you own. I don’t even care about winning it. All I care about is making you miserable by losing it to me. Did you even hear what I was saying? I don’t care about money or titles because it’s not about money or titles…it’s about sending a message. And that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to send a message to the entire wrestling world about what I bring to the table. So with that said you are right about me not meaning a God damn thing to me. I don’t even care about it. All I want to do is burn you alive. It’s that simple. What a joke of a champion you are. I will never respect you just like you won’t ever respect me because you’re the biggest hypocrite alive. Plus you talk more than any woman I’ve ever met which makes you even more of an annoying, pretentious jackass. Calling yourself a God to these people only solidifies my point about you. Your ego is too huge for this company so I’m going to have to take a fucking sledgehammer and smash it into a million tiny pieces. The way you talk about yourself makes me sick. It’s pathetic and disgusting which is another reason why you must be put in your place. You need to be shown just how human you really are and I’m just the guy to do it.
He then shakes his head in disgust briefly before continuing.
Ebirah: AND DO YOU EVER STOP TALKING?! Christ, nobody here gives a shit about you or what you have to say to the point where we have to listen to you for over an hour talking like a politician trying to gain some votes for the next election. The pressure is more on you than it is on me. Thinking that it’s not only shows how blind you are to the truths of reality. You are the champion and have everything to lose in this match, not me. I have nothing to lose. I don’t even want the belt. All I care about now is shutting you up once and for all. And don’t talk to me like I don’t know how much experience you have. I could care less about all that or the fact that you started when you were fourteen. And why FOR THE LOVE OF GOD do you have to yell everything at the camera? That isn’t going to make people believe you when you say things. IN fact it’ll probably turn them off. People don’t want to hear some egomaniac talking about how great he is for an hour with his bitch on the television. They want action and I’m going to give them action.
Also your little “Illuminati” speech was so scripted it’s not even funny. Terry Bollea called. He wants to punch you in the face for ripping off his line. After One Night in Hell both you and the bitch are going to see who’s REALLY running the show around here. I have something in store for this company that’s going to shake things up regardless of whether I win this match or not. Winning this match will just be the icing on the cake. Hearing all of your garbage that’s been coming out of your mouth honestly should make the fans cheer for me just for the fact that I’m not the one being an egotistical ass. At least I’m looking at this like it’s a match and not an afterthought like you are. You are looking past me and I’m going to make you pay for it. You’re also going to pay for boring me by saying the same things OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN to the point where I just stopped giving a shit about what you were saying. At One Night in Hell everything burns…especially you. I am coming to take your belt and no matter what happens, this is not over.
He shakes his head and smiles deviously at the camera before continuing.
Ebirah: What you fail to realize match is not the end, it’s not the beginning, it’s not even the beginning of the end but the end of the beginning. I’ll see you in the morgue after I charbroil your ass at One Night in Hell.
He chuckles under his breath before walking off screen with Bobby Belichick. The camera trains on where he was just standing as the scene fades to black.
