Post by Sebastien Martyr on Mar 23, 2007 1:37:41 GMT -5
(Sebastien Martyr is walking down the street, dressed in a black trench coat. He has with him his dragon cane. He is on a bridge. He stops for a moment and gazes into the sky.)
Martyr: It’s early Wednesday around two in the morning. I stand here in a very famous place. This is where the folks in Toronto like to come to die. This is the Bloor Street Viaduct. A bridge over looking the Don River Valley. This is one long road, and walking it in roughly mid thirty degree weather is a tough task for most people in this city. I however can walk it just fine. I stopped my walk on this road though, because this bridge is famous for suicides. I find it strange that people would pick jumping to their death over say, a drug overdose. The fall doesn’t kill you they say... it’s the heart attack that occurs during the plunge. A drug overdose lets you sleep into death. But maybe I’m different. But who here would want to die? This is the financial capital of Canada. This city runs this country, and yet people want to die. I’m guessing maybe not everyone here is rich. I’m thinking that not everyone here is cut out for the hustle and bustle lifestyle. Now these guys who plummet to there death have something in common with twenty nine individuals in NAPW. Now before you go telling me that suicidal people and the wrestlers in that match have no common link... hear me out. This isn’t for shock value of a taboo subject. This is me making a statement.
(Sebastien takes out a stack of playing cards. He counts out a bunch and holds them. He puts the rest into his pocket.)
Martyr: In my hand are thirty playing cards. Cards just like these, kill people everyday. They don’t do anything special, they’re just cards, but the luck of the draw... kills men everyday. They can’t afford the money they lose, so they come to places like this... and cut their losses. Now the luck of the draw is the huge enigma in the upcoming match. Newfy Jack has the prime card... he knows he is last. But will he survive? The answer is no.
(Sebastien takes out a card and throws it away. The wind catches it and it lands on the other side of the street.)
Martyr: In this pack of cards it holds two jokers, one short of what I need. So let’s take this deuce and make it wild too. These wild cards represent the mystery men of course. Now those men don’t concern me any. I, unlike everyone else in this company, do not fear the unknown. I embrace it as simply what it is... three more men to throw over board.
(Martyr throws away the wild cards.)
Martyr: We are down to twenty six cards. I will next take in consideration the fact that several men will be competing in other matches. Those men account for eleven spots in the match. Those men have other priorities and will not be a factor in the match. They will be tired, and broken when they enter the ring. Those preoccupied men are no match for me... Sebastien Martyr.
(Eleven cards are discarded into the wind and now remains fifteen cards.)
Martyr: Next up is the female... she will be out faster than her breasts are backstage at the shows.
(He shows the queen of hearts and throws it away.)
Martyr: I read over the list of guys in this match and that’s as far as my research went. I don’t need any more information. Thomas Young and Prince Darko are nothing but losers. They will lose again. There is also on this list two guys I’ve never heard of. Well, they simply have no chance in hell. Let’s add with them the Extreme Jobber Joey and several other guys who couldn’t main event a Long Beach Wrestling show, much less win this match, and we eliminate a good many opponents.
(We see Martyr throw away several cards and then we see three remain in his hand.)
Martyr: Three guys left. Three cards left. I understand my audience don’t understand symbolism well, and it’s the reason I explain things. This card is a Jack. The Jack represents Jeff James. He has a thing for being a shining star. He has slipped as of late, and his momentum gone. He will fall once again, but after a decent performance. That leaves these two. Now one of the guys left, he knows these cards all to well. He is the former king of the NAPW. If Ravager retains his belt, he gets a title shot automatically. But wouldn’t he want one in his pocket, just in case? Yes he would. That’s because he is Chris Casino. He is truly my only competition. He is the only guy I see as an equal. Now Casino, as great as you are... You still are just a king... this time you are the king of hearts. Why? He is the suicide king, that makes you just like the others. You are will be Sacrificed if needed. I respect you, and I know you respect no one. But you have had your day. You enter this match with that sword at your head. You need to off yourself early because nothing beats...
(Sebastien Martyr presents the final card while the King of Hearts somehow catches fire.)
Martyr: THE ACE OF SPADES!
Martyr: The luck of the draw will kill guys, and will make the days of others. I don’t count on luck. I count on more. I have something that no one else possesses. I have the survival instinct. I have endured more suffering, and hardship... but yet I progress. I don’t let my past effect my future. These men who died here all lacked an ability to survive. Just like the guys in the match with me. There’s the link that you all need. Do you see it like I do. Imagine it like me. Those guys will plummet, one after another, just like the suicidal people do on this bridge. They are one in the same. No one cares about those guys, because one is a tragedy, several hundred is a statistic. One man surviving the match is epic, twenty nine losers make it special. In the end they are just statistics.
Martyr: This bridge is part of a long road. Sole Survivor is just a bridge on my personal long road. No one stops me from crossing the bridge into the promise land. As champion, I can make it Ok to speak your mind about dead people, without people calling in to protest. I can talk about Tommy Deathrow’s whore of a mom, and not be berated by whore organizations who protect the good name of whores everywhere. I don’t have to listen to Rex Caliber give me excuses on why I can’t get a title shot. I will bypass the red tape when I cross the bridge. This match is my career bridge, and the other side will be filled with just as much blood, just as many scars, plenty more bloody towels... but it will occur with me as a leader, not as an outcast. This is my time to perform to devastating levels. As everyone in the match prepares for all these men, I simply prepare in my own way. I smoke, I drink and I pursue sins of the flesh. Because it’s what I do. I am a freak by your standards, but as I’ve said before, not a man alive wouldn’t trade lifestyles with me. I do whatever I want, and live without fear.
Martyr: A superstar athlete once stated in an interview the most truest statement I’ve ever heard concerning performance. He stated that he would rather have confidence than skill any day. I am never going to be the most skilled grappler in this or any company. But I have a confidence that is unflappable. No one believes in me, but me. But I’m the only one that matters. I don’t hold pressure on me like Simply Beautiful. I don’t bet money on myself like Casino does, who then has to worry about losing more than a match. I have nothing in my head, nothing in my sights, except winning. I will not plummet to be a statistic in the great match that was Sole Survivor. I will be the only one remembered. It’s just the way things are. I cross the bridge... ALONE!
(Sebastien slides the Ace of Spades up his left coat sleeve. He walks away into the darkness.)
Martyr: It’s early Wednesday around two in the morning. I stand here in a very famous place. This is where the folks in Toronto like to come to die. This is the Bloor Street Viaduct. A bridge over looking the Don River Valley. This is one long road, and walking it in roughly mid thirty degree weather is a tough task for most people in this city. I however can walk it just fine. I stopped my walk on this road though, because this bridge is famous for suicides. I find it strange that people would pick jumping to their death over say, a drug overdose. The fall doesn’t kill you they say... it’s the heart attack that occurs during the plunge. A drug overdose lets you sleep into death. But maybe I’m different. But who here would want to die? This is the financial capital of Canada. This city runs this country, and yet people want to die. I’m guessing maybe not everyone here is rich. I’m thinking that not everyone here is cut out for the hustle and bustle lifestyle. Now these guys who plummet to there death have something in common with twenty nine individuals in NAPW. Now before you go telling me that suicidal people and the wrestlers in that match have no common link... hear me out. This isn’t for shock value of a taboo subject. This is me making a statement.
(Sebastien takes out a stack of playing cards. He counts out a bunch and holds them. He puts the rest into his pocket.)
Martyr: In my hand are thirty playing cards. Cards just like these, kill people everyday. They don’t do anything special, they’re just cards, but the luck of the draw... kills men everyday. They can’t afford the money they lose, so they come to places like this... and cut their losses. Now the luck of the draw is the huge enigma in the upcoming match. Newfy Jack has the prime card... he knows he is last. But will he survive? The answer is no.
(Sebastien takes out a card and throws it away. The wind catches it and it lands on the other side of the street.)
Martyr: In this pack of cards it holds two jokers, one short of what I need. So let’s take this deuce and make it wild too. These wild cards represent the mystery men of course. Now those men don’t concern me any. I, unlike everyone else in this company, do not fear the unknown. I embrace it as simply what it is... three more men to throw over board.
(Martyr throws away the wild cards.)
Martyr: We are down to twenty six cards. I will next take in consideration the fact that several men will be competing in other matches. Those men account for eleven spots in the match. Those men have other priorities and will not be a factor in the match. They will be tired, and broken when they enter the ring. Those preoccupied men are no match for me... Sebastien Martyr.
(Eleven cards are discarded into the wind and now remains fifteen cards.)
Martyr: Next up is the female... she will be out faster than her breasts are backstage at the shows.
(He shows the queen of hearts and throws it away.)
Martyr: I read over the list of guys in this match and that’s as far as my research went. I don’t need any more information. Thomas Young and Prince Darko are nothing but losers. They will lose again. There is also on this list two guys I’ve never heard of. Well, they simply have no chance in hell. Let’s add with them the Extreme Jobber Joey and several other guys who couldn’t main event a Long Beach Wrestling show, much less win this match, and we eliminate a good many opponents.
(We see Martyr throw away several cards and then we see three remain in his hand.)
Martyr: Three guys left. Three cards left. I understand my audience don’t understand symbolism well, and it’s the reason I explain things. This card is a Jack. The Jack represents Jeff James. He has a thing for being a shining star. He has slipped as of late, and his momentum gone. He will fall once again, but after a decent performance. That leaves these two. Now one of the guys left, he knows these cards all to well. He is the former king of the NAPW. If Ravager retains his belt, he gets a title shot automatically. But wouldn’t he want one in his pocket, just in case? Yes he would. That’s because he is Chris Casino. He is truly my only competition. He is the only guy I see as an equal. Now Casino, as great as you are... You still are just a king... this time you are the king of hearts. Why? He is the suicide king, that makes you just like the others. You are will be Sacrificed if needed. I respect you, and I know you respect no one. But you have had your day. You enter this match with that sword at your head. You need to off yourself early because nothing beats...
(Sebastien Martyr presents the final card while the King of Hearts somehow catches fire.)
Martyr: THE ACE OF SPADES!
Martyr: The luck of the draw will kill guys, and will make the days of others. I don’t count on luck. I count on more. I have something that no one else possesses. I have the survival instinct. I have endured more suffering, and hardship... but yet I progress. I don’t let my past effect my future. These men who died here all lacked an ability to survive. Just like the guys in the match with me. There’s the link that you all need. Do you see it like I do. Imagine it like me. Those guys will plummet, one after another, just like the suicidal people do on this bridge. They are one in the same. No one cares about those guys, because one is a tragedy, several hundred is a statistic. One man surviving the match is epic, twenty nine losers make it special. In the end they are just statistics.
Martyr: This bridge is part of a long road. Sole Survivor is just a bridge on my personal long road. No one stops me from crossing the bridge into the promise land. As champion, I can make it Ok to speak your mind about dead people, without people calling in to protest. I can talk about Tommy Deathrow’s whore of a mom, and not be berated by whore organizations who protect the good name of whores everywhere. I don’t have to listen to Rex Caliber give me excuses on why I can’t get a title shot. I will bypass the red tape when I cross the bridge. This match is my career bridge, and the other side will be filled with just as much blood, just as many scars, plenty more bloody towels... but it will occur with me as a leader, not as an outcast. This is my time to perform to devastating levels. As everyone in the match prepares for all these men, I simply prepare in my own way. I smoke, I drink and I pursue sins of the flesh. Because it’s what I do. I am a freak by your standards, but as I’ve said before, not a man alive wouldn’t trade lifestyles with me. I do whatever I want, and live without fear.
Martyr: A superstar athlete once stated in an interview the most truest statement I’ve ever heard concerning performance. He stated that he would rather have confidence than skill any day. I am never going to be the most skilled grappler in this or any company. But I have a confidence that is unflappable. No one believes in me, but me. But I’m the only one that matters. I don’t hold pressure on me like Simply Beautiful. I don’t bet money on myself like Casino does, who then has to worry about losing more than a match. I have nothing in my head, nothing in my sights, except winning. I will not plummet to be a statistic in the great match that was Sole Survivor. I will be the only one remembered. It’s just the way things are. I cross the bridge... ALONE!
(Sebastien slides the Ace of Spades up his left coat sleeve. He walks away into the darkness.)