Post by Non Compos Mentis on Mar 11, 2006 9:04:52 GMT -5
[The scene opens in complete darkness]
Tick…
Tock…
Tick…
Tock…
Sean…
Tick…
Tock…
Time is closing in…
Tick…
Tock…
You are nearing the end of your time…
You are losing the battle and failing in the war…
Tick…
Tock…
You are losing control…
More slips away each day…
Because you know that you fate has been sealed…
Tick…
Tock…
There will be no escape from it…
No running from your destination…
You may prolong it…
But sooner… or later… it will catch you…
I will catch you…
Even now… you are powerless to resist me drilling away at your very soul…
The one you had promised to sell to the devil before you accepted what you really were…
Well I am still here…
Still eating away at your consciousness…
Digging through your naivety and your idiotic thought…
Still here… still waiting… still watching for a chance…
And as long as I stay here…
You can do nothing about it…
Planting thoughts… planting messages… planting the seeds of mistrust…
Trust…
Your oh so important trust…
The trust you have given to so very few people…
And now the trust that you have given to The Broken One…
Benjamin Banks…
The twice retired… twice rejected… twice Retarded…
Why he returns only to be re-injured or re-thrown out is anyone’s guess… but the fact that you trust him with your career…
What if he has delusions of grandeur… decides to go for the publicity in attacking his partner… who would doubt it… he already has a taste of the good life… he was tag team champion… he’s addicted to it… he wants more… he wants to taste that sweet nectar once more…
And he is playing second fiddle… to you Sean…
What must that be like…
Second to a hobo… a reject… a down-and-out… a retard like you…
It must eat him up inside…
To be a manager… a sideshow… when you… an infinitely less talented “Wrestler”… a brawler… a throwback to the olden days of bar fights and back alley ruckuses…
A throwback to what you call the dark ages… that same Dark Age you claim will be thrown at PCW with your fury…
What ever happened to those promises… Those threats to the whole roster that you would decimate them… Take the world championship for yourself… take PCW at force…
You failed…
You lost your title… you only have this rematch because there was no one else to take it…
What… Bison… Quinn Masters… Hahahaha…
Two rejects… and you… the third…
You have no threat left… no fear from others… without that title… you are nothing to anyone… because you are expendable…
You wouldn’t be if you had that North American Title… Without it… PCW doesn’t need you… PCW probably doesn’t want you without it… you’re only lucky that the fans have a morbid liking for you…
Then you have your feud with Johnny Vivacious…
The man that you simply cannot admit is just better than you…
Better in every way…
He is better at wrestling…
He is better looking…
He is wittier… and more charismatic than you are…
He is more successful… he beat you in his first PPV… he won his first title within one month… you… you took over 3 months… you got beat by Maddog in your first PPV…
He is vastly superior to you… and what drives you forward through the fact you will eventually fail is that you resent him for it…
You aren’t doing this for the good of the wrestling world… you’re not doing this to get yourself the title like I have told you…
You are doing this to try… try… to prove that you are better than he is… you do it… to prove… you are still worth a damn…
To someone… to anyone…
To her… Sofia… She’s probably out there… somewhere…
Your Valkyrie… or so you thought…
Why can’t you see… she left you… you had no job… no money… you were on the verge of losing your house… she was the only thing holding you up… convincing you to go to the streets to earn something with her…
Little did she know that you went out and preached to the masses about Christianity… and when someone told the authorities you were mad… who was there to stop them from taking you away…
She ran… when you needed help… when you needed her most…
The last person you trusted… ran… ran from you…
What about Banks… What if he does the same… years of building up your trust again just to be shoved back into the dark…
You don’t need him… I don’t need him…
We… don’t need him…
Sean…
Wake Up…
Tick…
Tock…
Tick…
Tock…
Sean…
Tick…
Tock…
Time is closing in…
Tick…
Tock…
You are nearing the end of your time…
You are losing the battle and failing in the war…
Tick…
Tock…
You are losing control…
More slips away each day…
Because you know that you fate has been sealed…
Tick…
Tock…
There will be no escape from it…
No running from your destination…
You may prolong it…
But sooner… or later… it will catch you…
I will catch you…
Even now… you are powerless to resist me drilling away at your very soul…
The one you had promised to sell to the devil before you accepted what you really were…
Well I am still here…
Still eating away at your consciousness…
Digging through your naivety and your idiotic thought…
Still here… still waiting… still watching for a chance…
And as long as I stay here…
You can do nothing about it…
Planting thoughts… planting messages… planting the seeds of mistrust…
Trust…
Your oh so important trust…
The trust you have given to so very few people…
And now the trust that you have given to The Broken One…
Benjamin Banks…
The twice retired… twice rejected… twice Retarded…
Why he returns only to be re-injured or re-thrown out is anyone’s guess… but the fact that you trust him with your career…
What if he has delusions of grandeur… decides to go for the publicity in attacking his partner… who would doubt it… he already has a taste of the good life… he was tag team champion… he’s addicted to it… he wants more… he wants to taste that sweet nectar once more…
And he is playing second fiddle… to you Sean…
What must that be like…
Second to a hobo… a reject… a down-and-out… a retard like you…
It must eat him up inside…
To be a manager… a sideshow… when you… an infinitely less talented “Wrestler”… a brawler… a throwback to the olden days of bar fights and back alley ruckuses…
A throwback to what you call the dark ages… that same Dark Age you claim will be thrown at PCW with your fury…
What ever happened to those promises… Those threats to the whole roster that you would decimate them… Take the world championship for yourself… take PCW at force…
You failed…
You lost your title… you only have this rematch because there was no one else to take it…
What… Bison… Quinn Masters… Hahahaha…
Two rejects… and you… the third…
You have no threat left… no fear from others… without that title… you are nothing to anyone… because you are expendable…
You wouldn’t be if you had that North American Title… Without it… PCW doesn’t need you… PCW probably doesn’t want you without it… you’re only lucky that the fans have a morbid liking for you…
Then you have your feud with Johnny Vivacious…
The man that you simply cannot admit is just better than you…
Better in every way…
He is better at wrestling…
He is better looking…
He is wittier… and more charismatic than you are…
He is more successful… he beat you in his first PPV… he won his first title within one month… you… you took over 3 months… you got beat by Maddog in your first PPV…
He is vastly superior to you… and what drives you forward through the fact you will eventually fail is that you resent him for it…
You aren’t doing this for the good of the wrestling world… you’re not doing this to get yourself the title like I have told you…
You are doing this to try… try… to prove that you are better than he is… you do it… to prove… you are still worth a damn…
To someone… to anyone…
To her… Sofia… She’s probably out there… somewhere…
Your Valkyrie… or so you thought…
Why can’t you see… she left you… you had no job… no money… you were on the verge of losing your house… she was the only thing holding you up… convincing you to go to the streets to earn something with her…
Little did she know that you went out and preached to the masses about Christianity… and when someone told the authorities you were mad… who was there to stop them from taking you away…
She ran… when you needed help… when you needed her most…
The last person you trusted… ran… ran from you…
What about Banks… What if he does the same… years of building up your trust again just to be shoved back into the dark…
You don’t need him… I don’t need him…
We… don’t need him…
Sean…
Wake Up…
