Post by Sebastien Martyr on Mar 7, 2007 21:34:43 GMT -5
(Post Tuesday Night Fights, we have Sebastien Martyr in the Shadows of the Polish Hall. He has a towel with him, soaked in blood. It is setting on a table lit by a candle. Also on the table is a plastic bag, masking tape, a felt pen, and an envelope.)
Martyr: Welcome to the big time Adam. What happened tonight, was exactly what I said would happened. I dismantled Dez without leaving him permanently injured. I took out my victim, one Marcus Chamberlain. But in the midst of the ruckus, I did the Kansas City Switch. Everyone expected a newcomer, who had already lost on television to be the victim. He was victimized, but he wasn’t the target. Adam Benjamin was the target, and never...Saw...IT...COMING! I hear he is still standing and awaiting next Tuesday to fight the Revolutionary Superstar, Sacrificing the NAPW: wrestler by wrestler: Sebastien Martyr. Look at this first official working night for me, shall we.
Martyr: Dez Carter, Marcus Chamberlain, Adam Benjamin... all getting to feel the fire and passion of Sebastien Martyr. All unoriginal hacks, who couldn’t entertain a Catholic Priest in an school boy outfit. But Adam is up, and I knocked him so insane that he will not simply leave, or be himself... he’d rather just fight me. He can come clean, and confess that he is just a wannabe, and lacks the creativity to stand out. He wants to be just another wrestler, not the next big thing. I am sorry to have to victimize you again. Sometimes you flush the toilet, and it all doesn’t go down. You Adam are that little bit of feces that refuses to go home. You will remain feces forever, you and me know that. But you pretend that if you hang around that maybe you can rise above the rest of the human waste in NAPW. You sir are more insane than the God of NAPW: Rex Caliber. He thinks that he can silence me by giving me low class trash to wrestle each week. Dez Carter, then granting Adam this match. You can't make waves if you don’t alow me to jump in the Championship pool, eh Rex? You don't want a man of horro as champion? That type of thinking is what makes me the most dangerous man in this federation not being followed by three other men. Adam you want to see what you couldn’t do all match, but in ten seconds I did?
(Sebastien Martyr writes: “Marcus Chamberlain” on a piece of masking tape. He sticks the tape to the plastic bag and drops in the bloody towel.)
Martyr: You wasn’t out for blood you say? Well don’t try and use that excuse, it’s not my fault you lack killer instinct. You can either admit to the world you are a facade and just be yourself: an unoriginal, no talent, sphincter kissing puppet. Or you just leave never being heard of again. Then there’s the third option, joining me and learn to be different. You get that option because I allow free will, to an extent. The inmates can no longer run the asylum, but you do have options with me around. There’s no option where you beat me, and ride away from the situation unscathed. I am not a man who jumped anyone from behind. I gave fair warning on television for weeks. I even named the event. I told the whole damn roster, several times...Someone will pay for me being damned to a life of ridicule and hostility.
Martyr: You want a normal world where good guys win, and bad guys go to jail? You want that world, Adam Benjamin? You want a world where kids are suppressed into thinking that listening to whatever music they like is bad, dressing different is taboo, and having an opinion is a crime? Adam Benjamin you don’t live in that world. You live in MY WORLD! You might see that world you want on television. You might want to believe in your heart that you and the other "good" guys here can make that world possible. You are role models, right? But then smoking pot, fornicating with teenage whores, and drinking yourself to sleep takes place after the cameras stop rolling. What about that part? Why lie to these kids. Big time heroes? Kids should do as they are told, not as they see the world do? They see you guys in the parking lot doing all that. They want autographs but you go off with she's only seventeen slut, who brought some vodka and marijuana. You and the others in this federation make me vomit. Ravager gets cheered and is a self admitted hitman. A criminal! But he wins over these people like politicians do in America: Says he is sorry, and kisses sphincter. I have no respect for people like that. I tell it how it is, and you people tell it how it “might” be. I don’t want your support, or you’re misguided cheers. I simply want the world to stop lying, and accept that the human race is not good. We are selfish animals, who belong without rules, and the more rules we have the more chaotic things become.
Martyr: This continent was paradise before the Europeans came over. Native American men hunted, fished and had relations with many women. No disease, and at night they all smoked hemp. Perfect living at the time. Then came the rules. Now we live where listening to the opinions of a heavy metal artist makes you a Satanist. You Adam Benjamin represent that world. You Adam Benjamin will be one more victim, and casualty of this war of creative freedom. Rules be damned! Sebastien Martyr lives by zero, and follows less.
(Sebastien Martyr the opens the envelope on the desk. He reads it and laughs.)
Martyr: Sorry REBEL, the place wreaks of havoc and chaos, and I’ll not be apart of it. Sebastien Martyr is a wrestler, not a thumbtack cushion for the amusement of fans in the good ol’ states. You people think abolishing Dq’s and countouts will make a difference? That place, for even being associated with NAPW, is doomed for bigotry and plain misguided views of what is labeled normal. I’ll pass...
for now.
(The candle is blown out as a glowing X looms on the wall.)
Martyr: Welcome to the big time Adam. What happened tonight, was exactly what I said would happened. I dismantled Dez without leaving him permanently injured. I took out my victim, one Marcus Chamberlain. But in the midst of the ruckus, I did the Kansas City Switch. Everyone expected a newcomer, who had already lost on television to be the victim. He was victimized, but he wasn’t the target. Adam Benjamin was the target, and never...Saw...IT...COMING! I hear he is still standing and awaiting next Tuesday to fight the Revolutionary Superstar, Sacrificing the NAPW: wrestler by wrestler: Sebastien Martyr. Look at this first official working night for me, shall we.
Martyr: Dez Carter, Marcus Chamberlain, Adam Benjamin... all getting to feel the fire and passion of Sebastien Martyr. All unoriginal hacks, who couldn’t entertain a Catholic Priest in an school boy outfit. But Adam is up, and I knocked him so insane that he will not simply leave, or be himself... he’d rather just fight me. He can come clean, and confess that he is just a wannabe, and lacks the creativity to stand out. He wants to be just another wrestler, not the next big thing. I am sorry to have to victimize you again. Sometimes you flush the toilet, and it all doesn’t go down. You Adam are that little bit of feces that refuses to go home. You will remain feces forever, you and me know that. But you pretend that if you hang around that maybe you can rise above the rest of the human waste in NAPW. You sir are more insane than the God of NAPW: Rex Caliber. He thinks that he can silence me by giving me low class trash to wrestle each week. Dez Carter, then granting Adam this match. You can't make waves if you don’t alow me to jump in the Championship pool, eh Rex? You don't want a man of horro as champion? That type of thinking is what makes me the most dangerous man in this federation not being followed by three other men. Adam you want to see what you couldn’t do all match, but in ten seconds I did?
(Sebastien Martyr writes: “Marcus Chamberlain” on a piece of masking tape. He sticks the tape to the plastic bag and drops in the bloody towel.)
Martyr: You wasn’t out for blood you say? Well don’t try and use that excuse, it’s not my fault you lack killer instinct. You can either admit to the world you are a facade and just be yourself: an unoriginal, no talent, sphincter kissing puppet. Or you just leave never being heard of again. Then there’s the third option, joining me and learn to be different. You get that option because I allow free will, to an extent. The inmates can no longer run the asylum, but you do have options with me around. There’s no option where you beat me, and ride away from the situation unscathed. I am not a man who jumped anyone from behind. I gave fair warning on television for weeks. I even named the event. I told the whole damn roster, several times...Someone will pay for me being damned to a life of ridicule and hostility.
Martyr: You want a normal world where good guys win, and bad guys go to jail? You want that world, Adam Benjamin? You want a world where kids are suppressed into thinking that listening to whatever music they like is bad, dressing different is taboo, and having an opinion is a crime? Adam Benjamin you don’t live in that world. You live in MY WORLD! You might see that world you want on television. You might want to believe in your heart that you and the other "good" guys here can make that world possible. You are role models, right? But then smoking pot, fornicating with teenage whores, and drinking yourself to sleep takes place after the cameras stop rolling. What about that part? Why lie to these kids. Big time heroes? Kids should do as they are told, not as they see the world do? They see you guys in the parking lot doing all that. They want autographs but you go off with she's only seventeen slut, who brought some vodka and marijuana. You and the others in this federation make me vomit. Ravager gets cheered and is a self admitted hitman. A criminal! But he wins over these people like politicians do in America: Says he is sorry, and kisses sphincter. I have no respect for people like that. I tell it how it is, and you people tell it how it “might” be. I don’t want your support, or you’re misguided cheers. I simply want the world to stop lying, and accept that the human race is not good. We are selfish animals, who belong without rules, and the more rules we have the more chaotic things become.
Martyr: This continent was paradise before the Europeans came over. Native American men hunted, fished and had relations with many women. No disease, and at night they all smoked hemp. Perfect living at the time. Then came the rules. Now we live where listening to the opinions of a heavy metal artist makes you a Satanist. You Adam Benjamin represent that world. You Adam Benjamin will be one more victim, and casualty of this war of creative freedom. Rules be damned! Sebastien Martyr lives by zero, and follows less.
(Sebastien Martyr the opens the envelope on the desk. He reads it and laughs.)
Martyr: Sorry REBEL, the place wreaks of havoc and chaos, and I’ll not be apart of it. Sebastien Martyr is a wrestler, not a thumbtack cushion for the amusement of fans in the good ol’ states. You people think abolishing Dq’s and countouts will make a difference? That place, for even being associated with NAPW, is doomed for bigotry and plain misguided views of what is labeled normal. I’ll pass...
for now.
(The candle is blown out as a glowing X looms on the wall.)