Post by Sebastien Martyr on Feb 18, 2007 3:44:12 GMT -5
(The scene is in a dark ally way. The camera scans the sky and we see the moon, then it shows the ally again. Footsteps are heard but the camera stays still, focusing on trash cans. A voice startles the silence.)
Welcome to just another night. Alcoholics and drug dealers prey on this time of night. Under the cover of darkness, debauchery occurs without remorse. The evils that people do just to make it through another day. Thoughts of suicide dance through the heads of thousands of people every night.
(A shadowy figure appears in front of the camera. A man with long black hair, and dressed in all black attire is seen. He continues to talk.)
I am coming to the NAPW. Why? I don’t need to challenge anyone like most guys do when they get a camera in there face for the very first time. I’m not going to bore you with tales of how I did this in that promotion and I’m going to do something like that here. That’s all been done to death. I’ve watched this promotion and it’s creative television shows. Watching peoples outside lives unfold, waiting for the event to occur... that’s entertainment? These fools let the world in on their lives, and you will get nothing like that from me. My name is the only thing you get. My name is Sebastien Martyr. But that’s just my name here. Take a look on the internet... you find nothing of me. I am just here to play human chess and make this company my pawn. I have no family, I carry with me no baggage. I have everything I need right here... (points to head) and right here...
( He pulls out a money clip and counts around fifteen hundred American dollars. He places it back in his pocket.)
Martyr: Where am I? You will never know. I could be in Edmonton, Toronto, Miami.... or behind your mother’s house. It’s night time and the evils people do.. Well I’m going to be partaking in just that. I have nothing to live for, yet just to piss society off... I live on. I’m the total opposite of what was taught to you as a child to grow up and be. You hate the way I dress, act, and talk. You get mad at me for telling it how it is, and you just tell it how it “might” be. I am the Martyr of the wrestling industry. I am what the people reject, yet they would love to have what I got. (pats his pocket.) They reject my kind, yet deep down they just wish they had the balls to do what I do. Being a martyr brings a heavy load. I will pay the price with sweat, blood and broken bones... but for the unlucky souls who get put in my path... Pray to whoever.. and hope I end it quick. I’ll be seeing everyone real soon.... Let the games BEGIN!!
(The scene fades as the moon is shown again.)
Welcome to just another night. Alcoholics and drug dealers prey on this time of night. Under the cover of darkness, debauchery occurs without remorse. The evils that people do just to make it through another day. Thoughts of suicide dance through the heads of thousands of people every night.
(A shadowy figure appears in front of the camera. A man with long black hair, and dressed in all black attire is seen. He continues to talk.)
I am coming to the NAPW. Why? I don’t need to challenge anyone like most guys do when they get a camera in there face for the very first time. I’m not going to bore you with tales of how I did this in that promotion and I’m going to do something like that here. That’s all been done to death. I’ve watched this promotion and it’s creative television shows. Watching peoples outside lives unfold, waiting for the event to occur... that’s entertainment? These fools let the world in on their lives, and you will get nothing like that from me. My name is the only thing you get. My name is Sebastien Martyr. But that’s just my name here. Take a look on the internet... you find nothing of me. I am just here to play human chess and make this company my pawn. I have no family, I carry with me no baggage. I have everything I need right here... (points to head) and right here...
( He pulls out a money clip and counts around fifteen hundred American dollars. He places it back in his pocket.)
Martyr: Where am I? You will never know. I could be in Edmonton, Toronto, Miami.... or behind your mother’s house. It’s night time and the evils people do.. Well I’m going to be partaking in just that. I have nothing to live for, yet just to piss society off... I live on. I’m the total opposite of what was taught to you as a child to grow up and be. You hate the way I dress, act, and talk. You get mad at me for telling it how it is, and you just tell it how it “might” be. I am the Martyr of the wrestling industry. I am what the people reject, yet they would love to have what I got. (pats his pocket.) They reject my kind, yet deep down they just wish they had the balls to do what I do. Being a martyr brings a heavy load. I will pay the price with sweat, blood and broken bones... but for the unlucky souls who get put in my path... Pray to whoever.. and hope I end it quick. I’ll be seeing everyone real soon.... Let the games BEGIN!!
(The scene fades as the moon is shown again.)