Post by Sebastien Martyr on Apr 14, 2007 0:45:43 GMT -5
(The Shadows isn’t so shadowy in the daylight. It looks like a ghost town in the old west. But there’s three objects covered with black sheets in the middle of the road. The building’s never seen before, are shown in daylight. They are buildings you’d have in a typical small town. A bank, a doctors office, a jail, a diner, a hospital and a barber shop. Each building is small, and is clearly marked. We see Sebastien Martyr show up in a long black trench coat, on horseback. He is wearing black shades, black gloves, and his famous Tool t-shirt. Black leather pants and cowboy boots finish off the costume. He gets off the horse and walks over to the three objects.)
Sebastien Martyr: Dan Ryan believes I’m stupid... Tell my license in plastic surgery that. A long time in school to become a man who made everyone who they wanted to be. I have spared that detail from my talks with the NAPW audience on purpose, as I didn’t feel they needed to know my business. But they saw me sew up my face after the Superstar six man. They saw me enter a morgue, and questioned how I could pull the strings to do that. The reason I tell this now, is because of more snooping in my business. Rex Caliber or someone in the NAPW, has been trying to dig up dirt once again. So there you go people. I’m a real doctor. There’s more to me, but you don’t get the whole puzzle at one time.
Sebastien Martyr: The thing is, I corrected horrific scars, made people normal. That at the time was truly worth everything. But there’s no money in that. Where’s the money? Boob jobs, face lifts, and other cosmetic surgery. People bring in pictures of models, expecting me to make them the next Ali Landry or Brooke Burke. Those people no longer wanted to be themselves, but a celebrity look-a-like. That is why I stopped practicing. An incident also occurred and it’s all in the past. Those people, who came to me, are the same type people who go to wrestling shows, not for good matches, and awesome fights. No... they want to be The Beast Bruce Richards. The dress up like Andrew S. Beautiful. They live vicariously through those men, because they don’t have the guts, the skill or the determination to really get in the ring and beat someone down. I DO! I’m not a rip off of anyone. I’m dark, I’m full of hate and the only person who might understand the way I feel... got screwed in REBEL the other night. Brian Bruno, he knows how it is. He has the rage, the hate put on him by a society of wannabe athletes, or wannabe movie stars. Brian Bruno knows one of my opponents very well. The man who tossed me over the ropes. The man who lost his I Quit match to Rees. You know why he lost? No, it wasn’t because of any towel in the ring... the real reason is he lacked something.
(Sebastien uncovers one of the objects and it is a facsimile of the Tin Man from the infamous Wizard of OZ.)
Sebastien Martyr: Much like the Tin Man lacked heart, so do you, Andrew. You may have somehow, by the grace of REX ALMIGHTY CALIBER, tossed me over... you will NEVER win that championship. You do not possess the heart that is required to be the man like that. You won’t resort to underhanded tactics because “the fans might not like it.” That is the only way you can beat a man like Chris Casino. He will be the champ at the end of the night. He has to be, because Ravager isn’t capable of beating him. Chris Casino is our next champ, and you’ve never came close to beating him... have you? He took your belt, and you have been chasing him. Been chasing Lloyd Rees. True champions in this business, and you aren’t near their level. Me... I’m close. I’m not a Technical Terror, and Pure Wrestling isn’t my cup a tea... but trust me, I’m better at fighting than you are. I wasn’t always a doctor, and the past helps me a lot. But knowledge of the body, it’s PRICELESS. I can hurt you bad... and you know it. Simply Beautiful, you are in need of a heart... and I doubt you find it in the next few days.
Sebastien Martyr: Dan Ryan...The man who calls me stupid because of my opinions of him and his pathetic matches he performs in. That’s my opinion, and you discriminate against me for it. You tell me to do homework on you... why? Are you suddenly going to show me something that proves to me that the men you beat before, aren’t all nobodies, who couldn’t wrestle a decent match if a night with Vegas quality strippers was the prize? No, you’re not. You wrestle in no talent fed’s filled with no talent wrestlers. You can claim this, that, and something else, but it proves nothing. You need to face facts that until I see you kick ass, you aren’t nothing for me to worry about. You could kick my ass Tuesday, and Tommy Deathrow can become sober and speak coherently.. both are highly unlikely though. I have fighting abilities, and a survival instinct that you have never seen. You can’t research me, and get anything on me. I’m undefeated. You’re beatable, and sides a battle royal, which isn’t pinning me to the mat, my record is flawless. Which means I’m better than you are. Period. To fight in this match you need to get something you certainly lack...
(Sebastien uncovers another object. It’s the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz.)
Sebastien Martyr: Brains. You need to think about this. You were invited here... to get beat down, by three rising superstars. We are the top contenders to the championship in NAPW. You are a man who wrestles handicapped people on circus style rings. You are a man who isn’t smart enough to know that you’re a paper champ, in a no count federation. You sir are lacking the brains to know that you have nothing to gain, but everything to lose. You beat me... you are supposed to...your champ. I beat you, and you lose credibility, you lose money. Who wants to pay to see man that can’t beat a man, most haven’t heard of. I’m not famous like you claim to be. I’m not known as a man who goes into a war zone with no exit strategy. You will be exiting in a body bag if I have my way. You are nothing.
Sebastien Martyr: The man who calls himself a “beast.” You get fooled by your partner, something that blind men saw coming. Ten you lack fire, as I saw it, your match against Kyle was your worse performance ever. He felt bad for you, cause he knew he would succeed later, and you wouldn’t. He gave you a win. Beast... Where’s the man who won all those tag belts, and all those awards, and all that garbage. Did he leave when Kyle popped you? You are only as good, as Kyle takes you.He isn’t here bud. You are a tamed beast, who is wondering around like frightened animal. You are just here... no purpose, no method... just picking up paychecks. You are going to get hurt. You aren’t full of venom, full of the hate that flows in my veins. Why do I hate someone like you? You sell thousands of those “Chart” toys a month. Children want to be a beast. They want to be YOU! That makes me vomit. They want to be a man who was heartless and ruthless, and then wants the love of the fans. You only want those dollars don’t you? You know it’s just a facade. In this match you need something that you haven’t ever shown...
(The final object is unveiled and if you paid attention, you can guess.)
Sebastien Martyr: The lion here, is much like you... it lacks courage. You aren’t going to risk life and limb to win this match. Why should you.... you have Andrew next week, then tagging with him, then you eventually have a title shot. You have more important matches than to win a match like this. I see you standing outside with your thumb in your mouth, dribbling spit upon your chest, asking everyone “What would Kyle have me do?” I can’t believe that you are cheered. If I can have one extra wish besides you all three leaving in ambulances, I wish that you will one day realize that you are not a beast. I hope that announce you as Bruce “The Bitch” Richards. That will be the truest words ever said by Frank Warburton.
Sebastien Martyr: See everyone soon... I hope everyone finds what they need to win.... cause I’d hate to win without a fight.
(Fade to the sun!)
Sebastien Martyr: Dan Ryan believes I’m stupid... Tell my license in plastic surgery that. A long time in school to become a man who made everyone who they wanted to be. I have spared that detail from my talks with the NAPW audience on purpose, as I didn’t feel they needed to know my business. But they saw me sew up my face after the Superstar six man. They saw me enter a morgue, and questioned how I could pull the strings to do that. The reason I tell this now, is because of more snooping in my business. Rex Caliber or someone in the NAPW, has been trying to dig up dirt once again. So there you go people. I’m a real doctor. There’s more to me, but you don’t get the whole puzzle at one time.
Sebastien Martyr: The thing is, I corrected horrific scars, made people normal. That at the time was truly worth everything. But there’s no money in that. Where’s the money? Boob jobs, face lifts, and other cosmetic surgery. People bring in pictures of models, expecting me to make them the next Ali Landry or Brooke Burke. Those people no longer wanted to be themselves, but a celebrity look-a-like. That is why I stopped practicing. An incident also occurred and it’s all in the past. Those people, who came to me, are the same type people who go to wrestling shows, not for good matches, and awesome fights. No... they want to be The Beast Bruce Richards. The dress up like Andrew S. Beautiful. They live vicariously through those men, because they don’t have the guts, the skill or the determination to really get in the ring and beat someone down. I DO! I’m not a rip off of anyone. I’m dark, I’m full of hate and the only person who might understand the way I feel... got screwed in REBEL the other night. Brian Bruno, he knows how it is. He has the rage, the hate put on him by a society of wannabe athletes, or wannabe movie stars. Brian Bruno knows one of my opponents very well. The man who tossed me over the ropes. The man who lost his I Quit match to Rees. You know why he lost? No, it wasn’t because of any towel in the ring... the real reason is he lacked something.
(Sebastien uncovers one of the objects and it is a facsimile of the Tin Man from the infamous Wizard of OZ.)
Sebastien Martyr: Much like the Tin Man lacked heart, so do you, Andrew. You may have somehow, by the grace of REX ALMIGHTY CALIBER, tossed me over... you will NEVER win that championship. You do not possess the heart that is required to be the man like that. You won’t resort to underhanded tactics because “the fans might not like it.” That is the only way you can beat a man like Chris Casino. He will be the champ at the end of the night. He has to be, because Ravager isn’t capable of beating him. Chris Casino is our next champ, and you’ve never came close to beating him... have you? He took your belt, and you have been chasing him. Been chasing Lloyd Rees. True champions in this business, and you aren’t near their level. Me... I’m close. I’m not a Technical Terror, and Pure Wrestling isn’t my cup a tea... but trust me, I’m better at fighting than you are. I wasn’t always a doctor, and the past helps me a lot. But knowledge of the body, it’s PRICELESS. I can hurt you bad... and you know it. Simply Beautiful, you are in need of a heart... and I doubt you find it in the next few days.
Sebastien Martyr: Dan Ryan...The man who calls me stupid because of my opinions of him and his pathetic matches he performs in. That’s my opinion, and you discriminate against me for it. You tell me to do homework on you... why? Are you suddenly going to show me something that proves to me that the men you beat before, aren’t all nobodies, who couldn’t wrestle a decent match if a night with Vegas quality strippers was the prize? No, you’re not. You wrestle in no talent fed’s filled with no talent wrestlers. You can claim this, that, and something else, but it proves nothing. You need to face facts that until I see you kick ass, you aren’t nothing for me to worry about. You could kick my ass Tuesday, and Tommy Deathrow can become sober and speak coherently.. both are highly unlikely though. I have fighting abilities, and a survival instinct that you have never seen. You can’t research me, and get anything on me. I’m undefeated. You’re beatable, and sides a battle royal, which isn’t pinning me to the mat, my record is flawless. Which means I’m better than you are. Period. To fight in this match you need to get something you certainly lack...
(Sebastien uncovers another object. It’s the Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz.)
Sebastien Martyr: Brains. You need to think about this. You were invited here... to get beat down, by three rising superstars. We are the top contenders to the championship in NAPW. You are a man who wrestles handicapped people on circus style rings. You are a man who isn’t smart enough to know that you’re a paper champ, in a no count federation. You sir are lacking the brains to know that you have nothing to gain, but everything to lose. You beat me... you are supposed to...your champ. I beat you, and you lose credibility, you lose money. Who wants to pay to see man that can’t beat a man, most haven’t heard of. I’m not famous like you claim to be. I’m not known as a man who goes into a war zone with no exit strategy. You will be exiting in a body bag if I have my way. You are nothing.
Sebastien Martyr: The man who calls himself a “beast.” You get fooled by your partner, something that blind men saw coming. Ten you lack fire, as I saw it, your match against Kyle was your worse performance ever. He felt bad for you, cause he knew he would succeed later, and you wouldn’t. He gave you a win. Beast... Where’s the man who won all those tag belts, and all those awards, and all that garbage. Did he leave when Kyle popped you? You are only as good, as Kyle takes you.He isn’t here bud. You are a tamed beast, who is wondering around like frightened animal. You are just here... no purpose, no method... just picking up paychecks. You are going to get hurt. You aren’t full of venom, full of the hate that flows in my veins. Why do I hate someone like you? You sell thousands of those “Chart” toys a month. Children want to be a beast. They want to be YOU! That makes me vomit. They want to be a man who was heartless and ruthless, and then wants the love of the fans. You only want those dollars don’t you? You know it’s just a facade. In this match you need something that you haven’t ever shown...
(The final object is unveiled and if you paid attention, you can guess.)
Sebastien Martyr: The lion here, is much like you... it lacks courage. You aren’t going to risk life and limb to win this match. Why should you.... you have Andrew next week, then tagging with him, then you eventually have a title shot. You have more important matches than to win a match like this. I see you standing outside with your thumb in your mouth, dribbling spit upon your chest, asking everyone “What would Kyle have me do?” I can’t believe that you are cheered. If I can have one extra wish besides you all three leaving in ambulances, I wish that you will one day realize that you are not a beast. I hope that announce you as Bruce “The Bitch” Richards. That will be the truest words ever said by Frank Warburton.
Sebastien Martyr: See everyone soon... I hope everyone finds what they need to win.... cause I’d hate to win without a fight.
(Fade to the sun!)