Post by Sebastien Martyr on Mar 25, 2007 22:37:27 GMT -5
(The scene is inside an old Catholic church. It looks to have been abandoned for quite sometime. We scan around and see no one in sight. We do however hear screams of a man, and sounds of some sort of commotion in the background. Then we hear a song begin playing. Sober by Tool.
There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called must we just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you (BLEEP)ing whistle something but the past and done? Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we drink forever. I just want to start things over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down. Trust me. Mother Mary won't you whisper something but what's past and done. Trust me. I want what I want.
Then we see Sebastien Martyr, dressed as a preacher, walking through the aisle way. He has in his hand his dragon cane. He stops and sits down on a bench.)
Martyr: Do you feel the spirit in the air? I do. I feel the almighty presence of.... ME! Reverend Sebastien has a special sermon regarding surviving the tyranny of man.
Martyr: I am the man to lead everyone to the promise land. Now what I do to those people once we reach it, that’s a secret. I have suffered for my craft, for my ideas and I will always suffer. But as the saying goes, there could be no joy without pain. Well in this instance, that phrase will be tweaked. The statement holds true, but as it will be I enjoying myself, by bringing as much pain to those people as humanly possible. I’ve survived the aftermath of “Superstar Rules.” I survived a walk over the famed suicide bridge of Canada. Then I survived a meeting with God. He didn’t bring the wrath on me... but actually did what he always does... tried to intimidate. Try to instill the fear of him. It didn’t work... you can’t bring fear into a man who has nothing to live for.
(The sounds of screams get louder and so does the commotion.)
Martyr: You tried to find out some dirt on me. But what happened was, Sebastien Martyr offered good Ol’ Pete... another position.
(Sebastien gets up and walks to a conference room on the left side of the main part of the church. He opens the door to find Pete in a black leather mask, tied up, with a gorgeous dominatrix holding a whip.)
Martyr: Sorry Pete, didn’t mean to disturb you. Carry on.
(He waves at Pete and shuts the door.)
Martyr: That’s the sound of yet another door shutting in the attempt to unravel the mystery of Sebastien Martyr. Pete is happy though. He got to choose his fantasy, and I provided it. Getting dominated in a church was weird to hear, even for me... but everyone has their own fetishes. The girl is enjoying the experience too. My following are a very loyal group. The dames will do anything I ask, just to be around me. That’s power. Power my opponents don’t have. All these guys are coming up with plans on how to win. They tell people what they’re going to do, like in all their matches, but they never achieve half, if any of what the say. Me, on the other hand... I get the job done. I made a choice a long time ago. Every man has the same paths to choose from. There is only two paths.
Martyr: You get to a point where you can try to make everyone else happy, be loved by people and feel the pressure of failure in your face everyday. You will always feel the need to satisfy others or else feel the guilt from those who you failed. Most people who choose that path, live not the lives they want... but the lives others want them to live. Then there is the other path. The path where you please yourself, with total disregard of the feelings of others. No one else matters in that world, but you. You will get hated, no will want to be around a man who won’t kiss their asses. People have no use for people who don’t do things for them. You might die alone, BUT... you die without regret that you lived your life to the fullest. You weren’t stifled by rules, regulations or expectations.
(Sebastien looks around the old church and smiles.)
Martyr: Guess what I chose? I feel no pity in being self centered. I feel no remorse for bloodying men for my own gratification. I want to prove to everyone that the race of humans isn’t a loving race. We are animals. We live as predators in the night who will pounce on anything smaller than us, just to seem big in our own eyes. With that all deep in us, we are all still different inside. The thing is everyone wants to be someone else. NOT ME! I am who I truly want to be. I am not a pawn in a sick game that is controlled by the opinions and emotions of others. If the last man I eliminate in the battle royal, breaks his neck on the concrete floor... you will not see a tear in my eye. You will see a smile. Not only because I won, but because I showed the world that Sebastien Martyr is a cut throat player, who will kill you to win. I am not the best athlete, I’m not the best technical wrestler... but in this match, neither matters. This match is about surviving. That attribute happens to be something I have a greater amount of than anyone else.
Martyr: Before the Superstar ruled six man, Tommy Deathrow spoke of respect, and demanded it from me... I took that demand and motivated myself to put on a massacre. I see the lack of attention I receive in this match. I notice that I’m not on the tongues of very many wrestlers. That’s perfect, because in the shadows is where I operate best. I’m low key, and don’t need the attention most seek from this big match. I don’t need that now, because I will get it ten fold... after the match. I see the guys in other matches talking of the wars they will wage. How can Bruce and Kyle kill each other, then compete in a match like Sole Survivor? How about two men fighting in a match as physically testing as an “I Quit” match, how can they wrestle in the Sole Survivor with anything left? Don’t forget teams facing off against each other in a four way tag match. Seven of those men will beat the hell out of one another, then try and win the Sole Survivor match.. It’s lunacy that any of those men will have enough will or stamina to win after those grueling matches. The other guys in this match have the clear advantage over them.
Martyr: Guess who one of those men happens to be? That’s right, me. I don’t bring anything but the instinct to win, and the determination to not be denied my right, HELL MY DESTINY to be called a champion. That first step starts with taking on all the odds, and taking on twenty nine people. I must outlast many, many attacks, withstand a barrage of punishment, and eliminate at least one person. The last guy in the ring with me... I have to eliminate. Now up to that point everyone can do the work for me, and I can pick my battles. But when it comes down to the very last two... Me versus whoever... I have to throw them out. The simplicity of the plan is what makes it complicated. What happens if I tear my hamstring in the first minute I’m in? What happens if this, or that occurs? All these variables, and none will matter. I could be near death, and not one person in that match has what it takes to set my feet on that floor. No one will put me out. I chose my path, to make myself happy... no matter what the cost. If I don’t win this match... I won’t be happy. No one here can crush my dreams. No one...
(Sebastien points to a picture of Rex Caliber hanging on the wall. The title of God is underneath. The picture is on fire.)
Martyr: Rex can’t stop me. Your disciples won’t be able too either. Call on your drinking buddy Tommy Deathrow to eliminate me. Try and bribe anyone with something more than a title shot, to try and beat me... and they will all fail. You would rather have anyone else win that match besides me... why? Because you fear what the NAPW would be like when a man like me wields power. Holding that championship gives you power, only matched by the owner of this company, and that power is two matches away from my grasp. If I lose, Rex could cast me into mediocrity with mid card match, after mid card match. I could be undefeated for years, and you have the power to hold me down. I have made my life into a world where nothing holds me down, but life throws us curve balls. Even guys like me could be held down. I could go somewhere else, but that’s not what I do. I’m not a quitter. I see the NAPW and all the flaws in the wrestlers here. I know if I could lead these men, that they wouldn’t feel like they have to be cartoon characters, or that they have to act a certain way. I could set this place free from the discrimination that the fans put everyone through. You have to make the fans happy, or you don’t make Rex happy. That’s how it works. Rex wants packed houses. The fans don’t know anything about this business. They are killing this business by controlling guys like you Rex. You want to make these fans happy, and when you feel the heat, you cave. That’s why I’ll never get a shot if I lose this match. I’m too different. I scare the sponsors with my choice of words, and my ideas.
Martyr: The fans look at me with disdain, because I tell the truth. You know how ridiculous it is to see you, the fans, cheer men like Bruce Richards and Simply Beautiful. Your mood changes resemble that of children. You get fed a few lines and boom... Simply Beautiful shirts are selling like hot cakes. He doesn’t like any of you. Bruce Richards would rip out the heart of his own mother if he could make some money. Ravager... my God the sins that man commits on a daily basis, and you cheer him. These same fans jeer me, and despise hardworking, intelligent guys like Lloyd Rees. He has never been any different, never shown two sides, never been two faced. He has been himself from the beginning and he is hated for it. You cheer the guys who massage your egos. You people should worship the ground I walk on. You people are lucky a man like me exists. I will suffer through all the pain, all the hardships to open your eyes. You will see that being different isn’t bad, and that being yourself, your true self, is Ok. I’ll open your eyes to it all, and then I’ll spit in those eyes. I’ll kick every fan in the stomach and Sacrifice you all. I owe everyone as much pain as possible. Every boo I hear reminds me of years of scars, and years of nightmarish images. I will not be toyed with by the fans, Rex Caliber or anyone for that matter. I do not go out there and try to entertain you with awesome matches. I go out there and hurt people for my pleasure. Now that’s true entertainment. Seeing a human getting dissected, getting permanent injuries from wrestling Sebastien Martyr... that’s entertainment. You people deep down love it. Just like the crowds at Nascar events, you just want to see the wrecks. You love seeing someone getting maimed... no matter who it is. But society dictates that you not cheer, but boo those actions. Especially when those actions come from a man like me.
Martyr: As good as it will be to lead the NAPW, and prove to the fans, and the wrestlers alike, that being yourself, being free is not a crime... there’s the ego factor too. I love to dominate mortal men, and show them that there is guys on this planet that, excuse the pun... are untouchable. I am the Minister of Pain. I am the Doctor of Desecration. I am the Maniacal Martyr of Madness. The Undefeated Phenomenon taking over the world of wrestling... that is who I am. I have the world against me, but my message will not be silenced. This is my shot. I’ll make everyone in Toronto boo me for eternity, and I’ll bask in it. I will relish it all, because the suffering was worth it. Being hated was a fair trade off. Being a Martyr was worth it. Despite the owner of this company, despite the fans, despite the disrespect, despite the lack of attention, despite the odds against me...
I’ll stand alone in the middle of the ring...
the arena...
the whole NAPW world as the....
Sole Survivor.
Lyrics from Sober found on www.toolband.com
There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every breath I take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called must we just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you (BLEEP)ing whistle something but the past and done? Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we drink forever. I just want to start things over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down. Trust me. Mother Mary won't you whisper something but what's past and done. Trust me. I want what I want.
Then we see Sebastien Martyr, dressed as a preacher, walking through the aisle way. He has in his hand his dragon cane. He stops and sits down on a bench.)
Martyr: Do you feel the spirit in the air? I do. I feel the almighty presence of.... ME! Reverend Sebastien has a special sermon regarding surviving the tyranny of man.
Martyr: I am the man to lead everyone to the promise land. Now what I do to those people once we reach it, that’s a secret. I have suffered for my craft, for my ideas and I will always suffer. But as the saying goes, there could be no joy without pain. Well in this instance, that phrase will be tweaked. The statement holds true, but as it will be I enjoying myself, by bringing as much pain to those people as humanly possible. I’ve survived the aftermath of “Superstar Rules.” I survived a walk over the famed suicide bridge of Canada. Then I survived a meeting with God. He didn’t bring the wrath on me... but actually did what he always does... tried to intimidate. Try to instill the fear of him. It didn’t work... you can’t bring fear into a man who has nothing to live for.
(The sounds of screams get louder and so does the commotion.)
Martyr: You tried to find out some dirt on me. But what happened was, Sebastien Martyr offered good Ol’ Pete... another position.
(Sebastien gets up and walks to a conference room on the left side of the main part of the church. He opens the door to find Pete in a black leather mask, tied up, with a gorgeous dominatrix holding a whip.)
Martyr: Sorry Pete, didn’t mean to disturb you. Carry on.
(He waves at Pete and shuts the door.)
Martyr: That’s the sound of yet another door shutting in the attempt to unravel the mystery of Sebastien Martyr. Pete is happy though. He got to choose his fantasy, and I provided it. Getting dominated in a church was weird to hear, even for me... but everyone has their own fetishes. The girl is enjoying the experience too. My following are a very loyal group. The dames will do anything I ask, just to be around me. That’s power. Power my opponents don’t have. All these guys are coming up with plans on how to win. They tell people what they’re going to do, like in all their matches, but they never achieve half, if any of what the say. Me, on the other hand... I get the job done. I made a choice a long time ago. Every man has the same paths to choose from. There is only two paths.
Martyr: You get to a point where you can try to make everyone else happy, be loved by people and feel the pressure of failure in your face everyday. You will always feel the need to satisfy others or else feel the guilt from those who you failed. Most people who choose that path, live not the lives they want... but the lives others want them to live. Then there is the other path. The path where you please yourself, with total disregard of the feelings of others. No one else matters in that world, but you. You will get hated, no will want to be around a man who won’t kiss their asses. People have no use for people who don’t do things for them. You might die alone, BUT... you die without regret that you lived your life to the fullest. You weren’t stifled by rules, regulations or expectations.
(Sebastien looks around the old church and smiles.)
Martyr: Guess what I chose? I feel no pity in being self centered. I feel no remorse for bloodying men for my own gratification. I want to prove to everyone that the race of humans isn’t a loving race. We are animals. We live as predators in the night who will pounce on anything smaller than us, just to seem big in our own eyes. With that all deep in us, we are all still different inside. The thing is everyone wants to be someone else. NOT ME! I am who I truly want to be. I am not a pawn in a sick game that is controlled by the opinions and emotions of others. If the last man I eliminate in the battle royal, breaks his neck on the concrete floor... you will not see a tear in my eye. You will see a smile. Not only because I won, but because I showed the world that Sebastien Martyr is a cut throat player, who will kill you to win. I am not the best athlete, I’m not the best technical wrestler... but in this match, neither matters. This match is about surviving. That attribute happens to be something I have a greater amount of than anyone else.
Martyr: Before the Superstar ruled six man, Tommy Deathrow spoke of respect, and demanded it from me... I took that demand and motivated myself to put on a massacre. I see the lack of attention I receive in this match. I notice that I’m not on the tongues of very many wrestlers. That’s perfect, because in the shadows is where I operate best. I’m low key, and don’t need the attention most seek from this big match. I don’t need that now, because I will get it ten fold... after the match. I see the guys in other matches talking of the wars they will wage. How can Bruce and Kyle kill each other, then compete in a match like Sole Survivor? How about two men fighting in a match as physically testing as an “I Quit” match, how can they wrestle in the Sole Survivor with anything left? Don’t forget teams facing off against each other in a four way tag match. Seven of those men will beat the hell out of one another, then try and win the Sole Survivor match.. It’s lunacy that any of those men will have enough will or stamina to win after those grueling matches. The other guys in this match have the clear advantage over them.
Martyr: Guess who one of those men happens to be? That’s right, me. I don’t bring anything but the instinct to win, and the determination to not be denied my right, HELL MY DESTINY to be called a champion. That first step starts with taking on all the odds, and taking on twenty nine people. I must outlast many, many attacks, withstand a barrage of punishment, and eliminate at least one person. The last guy in the ring with me... I have to eliminate. Now up to that point everyone can do the work for me, and I can pick my battles. But when it comes down to the very last two... Me versus whoever... I have to throw them out. The simplicity of the plan is what makes it complicated. What happens if I tear my hamstring in the first minute I’m in? What happens if this, or that occurs? All these variables, and none will matter. I could be near death, and not one person in that match has what it takes to set my feet on that floor. No one will put me out. I chose my path, to make myself happy... no matter what the cost. If I don’t win this match... I won’t be happy. No one here can crush my dreams. No one...
(Sebastien points to a picture of Rex Caliber hanging on the wall. The title of God is underneath. The picture is on fire.)
Martyr: Rex can’t stop me. Your disciples won’t be able too either. Call on your drinking buddy Tommy Deathrow to eliminate me. Try and bribe anyone with something more than a title shot, to try and beat me... and they will all fail. You would rather have anyone else win that match besides me... why? Because you fear what the NAPW would be like when a man like me wields power. Holding that championship gives you power, only matched by the owner of this company, and that power is two matches away from my grasp. If I lose, Rex could cast me into mediocrity with mid card match, after mid card match. I could be undefeated for years, and you have the power to hold me down. I have made my life into a world where nothing holds me down, but life throws us curve balls. Even guys like me could be held down. I could go somewhere else, but that’s not what I do. I’m not a quitter. I see the NAPW and all the flaws in the wrestlers here. I know if I could lead these men, that they wouldn’t feel like they have to be cartoon characters, or that they have to act a certain way. I could set this place free from the discrimination that the fans put everyone through. You have to make the fans happy, or you don’t make Rex happy. That’s how it works. Rex wants packed houses. The fans don’t know anything about this business. They are killing this business by controlling guys like you Rex. You want to make these fans happy, and when you feel the heat, you cave. That’s why I’ll never get a shot if I lose this match. I’m too different. I scare the sponsors with my choice of words, and my ideas.
Martyr: The fans look at me with disdain, because I tell the truth. You know how ridiculous it is to see you, the fans, cheer men like Bruce Richards and Simply Beautiful. Your mood changes resemble that of children. You get fed a few lines and boom... Simply Beautiful shirts are selling like hot cakes. He doesn’t like any of you. Bruce Richards would rip out the heart of his own mother if he could make some money. Ravager... my God the sins that man commits on a daily basis, and you cheer him. These same fans jeer me, and despise hardworking, intelligent guys like Lloyd Rees. He has never been any different, never shown two sides, never been two faced. He has been himself from the beginning and he is hated for it. You cheer the guys who massage your egos. You people should worship the ground I walk on. You people are lucky a man like me exists. I will suffer through all the pain, all the hardships to open your eyes. You will see that being different isn’t bad, and that being yourself, your true self, is Ok. I’ll open your eyes to it all, and then I’ll spit in those eyes. I’ll kick every fan in the stomach and Sacrifice you all. I owe everyone as much pain as possible. Every boo I hear reminds me of years of scars, and years of nightmarish images. I will not be toyed with by the fans, Rex Caliber or anyone for that matter. I do not go out there and try to entertain you with awesome matches. I go out there and hurt people for my pleasure. Now that’s true entertainment. Seeing a human getting dissected, getting permanent injuries from wrestling Sebastien Martyr... that’s entertainment. You people deep down love it. Just like the crowds at Nascar events, you just want to see the wrecks. You love seeing someone getting maimed... no matter who it is. But society dictates that you not cheer, but boo those actions. Especially when those actions come from a man like me.
Martyr: As good as it will be to lead the NAPW, and prove to the fans, and the wrestlers alike, that being yourself, being free is not a crime... there’s the ego factor too. I love to dominate mortal men, and show them that there is guys on this planet that, excuse the pun... are untouchable. I am the Minister of Pain. I am the Doctor of Desecration. I am the Maniacal Martyr of Madness. The Undefeated Phenomenon taking over the world of wrestling... that is who I am. I have the world against me, but my message will not be silenced. This is my shot. I’ll make everyone in Toronto boo me for eternity, and I’ll bask in it. I will relish it all, because the suffering was worth it. Being hated was a fair trade off. Being a Martyr was worth it. Despite the owner of this company, despite the fans, despite the disrespect, despite the lack of attention, despite the odds against me...
I’ll stand alone in the middle of the ring...
the arena...
the whole NAPW world as the....
Sole Survivor.
Lyrics from Sober found on www.toolband.com