Post by Lex Sense on Aug 18, 2013 10:17:31 GMT
I remember having people in my life once upon a time.
Men and women that said they loved and supported me.
These same people were quick to judge and condemn me.
Perhaps they had the proper reasoning.
Or maybe they were just fed up with my constant questioning.
Either way, I ended up alone in a cold, dark cell left to figure out the inner workings of my crazed mind on my own.
Those that said they loved me, that swore to protect me seemed to forget about me.
Perhaps my upbringing is a solitary case.
My endless nightmares meant to torture only me.
We all have a troubled past that continue to haunt our lives.
The difference between you and me is I choose to forget it.
I do not lie awake at night wondering how my daughters are doing.
Nor do I cry listening to love music while remembering those wonderful sex filled nights with my exes.
Does that make me a horrible man, Joe?
I have no need for money so most of my income goes to support them but maybe you are right.
Maybe I need to connect emotionally with my next of kin and not financially.
Or maybe you can take your pearls of wisdom and shove them up your ass.
Just like I have no need for your fear, I could care even less if your jealous of me or not.
I never once uttered those words.
You merely make up things as you see fit to better state your point.
You are like a lot of people around here.
Failing to truly listen to the words I speak and only choosing what you want to hear in an effort to throw words back in my face.
What you hope I would realize I realized long ago and if fighting for someone makes your stand much more substantial then why are you afraid?
If you truly believed in your words of family and protection then there is no need to fear me.
There is no need for that gold around your waist for that matter.
For if you have everything you need in family and friends then why even put yourself in harm's way.
I never said I was a nice guy.
I never said I needed anyone.
I learned long ago that I could only rely on myself and if me turning my back on a family that is better off without me hinders me in any way...
Then why am I still dominant?
I chose to leave those I care about behind because I would be the one to hurt them the most.
You have your reasons for doing what you do and I have mine.
How dare you make it seem likes yours are worth more simply because the love of women and children are involved?
I don't give a shit about the American Dream, mate.
I only live to battle.
Wrestling is all that matters.
Everything else means bupkis.
My life revolves around one thing and while you are distracted by the woes of family life, I continue moving on and mowing down suckers that think good prospers in this world.
It's like my grandda use to say...
Only the good die young.
{Sense is walking up a lonely set of stairs. Some people can be seen mucking about in the background but their faces are indistinguishable from the next. Most look like thinned out meth or crackheads. Sense continues to climb up the flight of stairs, pushing aside any vagrant careless enough to be in his way. As he is reaching the top floor, a man steps in front of him. A bald man with a funny mustache.}
Sebastian Savage: I know what you are doing?
Lex Sense: Do you now?
Sebastian Savage: This whole thing with Xander is not going to fly. Simon is already talking about clipping your wings. On my suggestion, of course.
{Up until that point Lex continued to walk up the stairs, intent on shoving Sebastian aside. However, the words he suggested causes the big man to stop and look up into his eyes.}
Lex Sense: What are you doing here?
Sebastian Savage: Business. So you dismantle the Inner Circle to create your own secret society? How fitting.
Lex Sense: The Inner Circle did not need me to finish it off. They were old cows stuffing their fat faces on the greens of the pasture long after they were due to expire. What you see forming before you is nothing like that.
Sebastian Savage: That's not the way I see it. You should be careful where you step next... Lest you want me to get further involved with your funny little story.
{Sense walks right up to the man who stands his ground if a bit apprehensive. Lex towers over him as he looks down into his eyes. His hands slowly reach out and fidget with the man's tie, tightening the knot just a little more.}
Lex Sense: I am not easily threatened, Sebastian. What are you? Some kind of security consultant for IWF now? Not that it is any of your concern, mate, but what we plan on doing will only help IWF in the long run. Now get the fuck out of my way, brother.
{Sebastian shoots a half smirk into Sense's face before politely stepping out of his way. Lex passes by without another word. His arms reach up into the sky and pull on a hanging chord, bringing down the ladder that continues up into the attic of the derelict building. Lex looks at Sebastian one last time before continuing up. Savage continues to stare at Sense until he disappears into the darkness above.}
People may be fine with mediocrity representing a rising a company but I am not. I don't find any kind of significance having you as champion, Joe. You are lazy with a lousy work ethic and everything you do leaves little impact behind. People want their heroes to slay their demons and you have fallen perfectly in line with that image. After all the ridiculousness you spoke about lights, heart, family and blah blah blah you did mention one vital point that could never be disputed. You are indeed the first and will forever remain that way on paper. If you think this upsets me than you are mistaken. Whether I'm first, second or third, my reign will overshadow those that precede me as well as those that follow.
I have an eye on the future.
You toil away in the present moving from place to place and indulging the fans like some topless attention whore, waiting until the last minute to disclose your heartfelt worry as if it'll affect my drive. You have always fought without ever seeing the bigger picture. Your narrow vision has fulfilled the task that once locked in your sights. You have set out to "protect" and "build" but to me you only appear like a chicken with his head cut off. Frantically moving about in a futile attempt to find a way to remain relevant with those fighting soldiers, bullied children, small business owners and whatever else bullshit you claim to represent only to get the crowds to chant your name. You becoming champion at Lineage only gave this company time. Time that has been counting down ever since. The formation of a union is coming and with it a change that will widen your perceptions. This isn't about hurting IWF, Joe. This is about making it the absolute best and your pathetic little underdog story only works to bring about weak-willed men and women that look for what you luckily stumbled upon.
That ends at Legacy.
Many have seen fit to tear me down simply because I lost to you.
Your so called friends and family speak of it as though I should be greatly insulted.
Inadvertently they insult you as they claim my loss to you is an embarrassment.
Their belief in you only remains in tact for as long as you hold that title and sadly, it wont be for much longer. I don't want nor do I need you to fear me. I don't give two shites if your envious of me. I have never claimed to want any of your feelings. I only ask for your fighting spirit. I am a simple being that lives to test you. Your fear for me or this match is misplaced. If you wished to stroke my ego and perhaps put me in a disillusioned state than you have failed. I will look you in your eyes, fearful or not, and rip you apart because my being dictates that I do so. Not because I aim to threaten or intimidate...
But simply because I am damn good at what I do.
And What I do ain't pretty.
That is something you are fully aware of but ignore. It took a long while for me to find sound footing when I took the plunge into the company that preceded IWF. I never really made many friends. It wasn't until one off shoot night where you and I were paired that I found somebody that I could relate to. There was a point in time when I trusted you and would take a bullet for you. I know you have forgotten, but it was only I that saw your potential then. It was because of me that people noticed you again. I knew you were capable of great things. It took years before you finally found your stride and it was only poetic that it was at my expense. You fought hard, of that there is no doubt but you are not the only one that had to scratch and claw their way to the top.
You are a fool if you think I want things handed to me on a platter.
I refuse to acknowledge that it was you that would utter such an idiotic statement. You of all people should know how hard I worked to be here. I came from out of nowhere with no one at my side and little by little built an empire that would never falter. People began to recognize my potential for brutality and the profit that came from allowing me to commit the atrocities that I have. Even now, people would not bat an eye twice if I were to kick your dear wife through a wall because simply put, it's entertaining to watch a family ripped apart. My sort of entertainment prematurely retires those that forget exactly who I am and how hard I worked to make my name known but more importantly what I am capable of. I am angered that you of all people would claim that I don't know exactly who I am and where I stand.
There is nothing for me to figure out.
Not a damn thing to reveal either.
You have one win over me while I have many over you. Yet I know for a fact that you will ride that victory over me long after I have crippled and taken everything from you. In your eyes, you have become my better for all time and while I will admit you were better than me on one night, I will never allow you to be the best. This is wholly personal now and I have made it my business to take out those that claim to be my superiors. If you think you are showing the world my true side by describing me to a T than you are stupider than I thought. You can keep your family and your causes. The only thing I want from you is the one thing that should be mine already.
I will be the Imperial Champion as Legacy draws to a close.
Only then can IWF truly prosper with a dominating champion they could be proud of.
Not some alcoholic buffoon autographing pictures of himself for sick kids and fallen soldiers.
While you pander and tow the company line...
I will be bringing about a new era that will revitalize a spirit you helped dissipate.
People will forget once again about you, Joe.
That is the truth you run away from.
That is the realness you fear.
They will leave you alone in the same rut I found you in oh so many years ago.
They will turn their backs on you and disregard that "belief" you resurrected.
But I wont.
I will always be there to remind you that consistency outweighs luck and that heroes fall harder than villains.
{Lex stands right above the hatch that swung down to allow entrance into the attic. He stands there for a second, by himself before lighting a candle. Slowly he makes his way to a corner and sets the candle stick down, kneeling right in front of it. It takes a second for the light to reach a wall where several pictures are tacked unto it. The pictures are mostly females only there's nothing unsavory about them. Simply women and young girls living their lives as happy as can be. All of the same set of twins, their mom, Megan and his daughter with her. Sense stares at them for a moment, his eyes twitching with some sort of emotion for a second before blowing the candle out.
Only darkness remains.}
Enough words have been said and the truth will be revealed at Legacy.
Whatever you think that truth is you will find out how wrong you are.
"There is no room for me in your life."
That statement only makes me want to force myself to fit.
You have practically invited me into your home, Joe.
An invitation I will gladly accept.
First things first though.
Priorities and all that.
There ain't no heart shine...
When there's pain.
Men and women that said they loved and supported me.
These same people were quick to judge and condemn me.
Perhaps they had the proper reasoning.
Or maybe they were just fed up with my constant questioning.
Either way, I ended up alone in a cold, dark cell left to figure out the inner workings of my crazed mind on my own.
Those that said they loved me, that swore to protect me seemed to forget about me.
Perhaps my upbringing is a solitary case.
My endless nightmares meant to torture only me.
We all have a troubled past that continue to haunt our lives.
The difference between you and me is I choose to forget it.
I do not lie awake at night wondering how my daughters are doing.
Nor do I cry listening to love music while remembering those wonderful sex filled nights with my exes.
Does that make me a horrible man, Joe?
I have no need for money so most of my income goes to support them but maybe you are right.
Maybe I need to connect emotionally with my next of kin and not financially.
Or maybe you can take your pearls of wisdom and shove them up your ass.
Just like I have no need for your fear, I could care even less if your jealous of me or not.
I never once uttered those words.
You merely make up things as you see fit to better state your point.
You are like a lot of people around here.
Failing to truly listen to the words I speak and only choosing what you want to hear in an effort to throw words back in my face.
What you hope I would realize I realized long ago and if fighting for someone makes your stand much more substantial then why are you afraid?
If you truly believed in your words of family and protection then there is no need to fear me.
There is no need for that gold around your waist for that matter.
For if you have everything you need in family and friends then why even put yourself in harm's way.
I never said I was a nice guy.
I never said I needed anyone.
I learned long ago that I could only rely on myself and if me turning my back on a family that is better off without me hinders me in any way...
Then why am I still dominant?
I chose to leave those I care about behind because I would be the one to hurt them the most.
You have your reasons for doing what you do and I have mine.
How dare you make it seem likes yours are worth more simply because the love of women and children are involved?
I don't give a shit about the American Dream, mate.
I only live to battle.
Wrestling is all that matters.
Everything else means bupkis.
My life revolves around one thing and while you are distracted by the woes of family life, I continue moving on and mowing down suckers that think good prospers in this world.
It's like my grandda use to say...
Only the good die young.
{Sense is walking up a lonely set of stairs. Some people can be seen mucking about in the background but their faces are indistinguishable from the next. Most look like thinned out meth or crackheads. Sense continues to climb up the flight of stairs, pushing aside any vagrant careless enough to be in his way. As he is reaching the top floor, a man steps in front of him. A bald man with a funny mustache.}
Sebastian Savage: I know what you are doing?
Lex Sense: Do you now?
Sebastian Savage: This whole thing with Xander is not going to fly. Simon is already talking about clipping your wings. On my suggestion, of course.
{Up until that point Lex continued to walk up the stairs, intent on shoving Sebastian aside. However, the words he suggested causes the big man to stop and look up into his eyes.}
Lex Sense: What are you doing here?
Sebastian Savage: Business. So you dismantle the Inner Circle to create your own secret society? How fitting.
Lex Sense: The Inner Circle did not need me to finish it off. They were old cows stuffing their fat faces on the greens of the pasture long after they were due to expire. What you see forming before you is nothing like that.
Sebastian Savage: That's not the way I see it. You should be careful where you step next... Lest you want me to get further involved with your funny little story.
{Sense walks right up to the man who stands his ground if a bit apprehensive. Lex towers over him as he looks down into his eyes. His hands slowly reach out and fidget with the man's tie, tightening the knot just a little more.}
Lex Sense: I am not easily threatened, Sebastian. What are you? Some kind of security consultant for IWF now? Not that it is any of your concern, mate, but what we plan on doing will only help IWF in the long run. Now get the fuck out of my way, brother.
{Sebastian shoots a half smirk into Sense's face before politely stepping out of his way. Lex passes by without another word. His arms reach up into the sky and pull on a hanging chord, bringing down the ladder that continues up into the attic of the derelict building. Lex looks at Sebastian one last time before continuing up. Savage continues to stare at Sense until he disappears into the darkness above.}
People may be fine with mediocrity representing a rising a company but I am not. I don't find any kind of significance having you as champion, Joe. You are lazy with a lousy work ethic and everything you do leaves little impact behind. People want their heroes to slay their demons and you have fallen perfectly in line with that image. After all the ridiculousness you spoke about lights, heart, family and blah blah blah you did mention one vital point that could never be disputed. You are indeed the first and will forever remain that way on paper. If you think this upsets me than you are mistaken. Whether I'm first, second or third, my reign will overshadow those that precede me as well as those that follow.
I have an eye on the future.
You toil away in the present moving from place to place and indulging the fans like some topless attention whore, waiting until the last minute to disclose your heartfelt worry as if it'll affect my drive. You have always fought without ever seeing the bigger picture. Your narrow vision has fulfilled the task that once locked in your sights. You have set out to "protect" and "build" but to me you only appear like a chicken with his head cut off. Frantically moving about in a futile attempt to find a way to remain relevant with those fighting soldiers, bullied children, small business owners and whatever else bullshit you claim to represent only to get the crowds to chant your name. You becoming champion at Lineage only gave this company time. Time that has been counting down ever since. The formation of a union is coming and with it a change that will widen your perceptions. This isn't about hurting IWF, Joe. This is about making it the absolute best and your pathetic little underdog story only works to bring about weak-willed men and women that look for what you luckily stumbled upon.
That ends at Legacy.
Many have seen fit to tear me down simply because I lost to you.
Your so called friends and family speak of it as though I should be greatly insulted.
Inadvertently they insult you as they claim my loss to you is an embarrassment.
Their belief in you only remains in tact for as long as you hold that title and sadly, it wont be for much longer. I don't want nor do I need you to fear me. I don't give two shites if your envious of me. I have never claimed to want any of your feelings. I only ask for your fighting spirit. I am a simple being that lives to test you. Your fear for me or this match is misplaced. If you wished to stroke my ego and perhaps put me in a disillusioned state than you have failed. I will look you in your eyes, fearful or not, and rip you apart because my being dictates that I do so. Not because I aim to threaten or intimidate...
But simply because I am damn good at what I do.
And What I do ain't pretty.
That is something you are fully aware of but ignore. It took a long while for me to find sound footing when I took the plunge into the company that preceded IWF. I never really made many friends. It wasn't until one off shoot night where you and I were paired that I found somebody that I could relate to. There was a point in time when I trusted you and would take a bullet for you. I know you have forgotten, but it was only I that saw your potential then. It was because of me that people noticed you again. I knew you were capable of great things. It took years before you finally found your stride and it was only poetic that it was at my expense. You fought hard, of that there is no doubt but you are not the only one that had to scratch and claw their way to the top.
You are a fool if you think I want things handed to me on a platter.
I refuse to acknowledge that it was you that would utter such an idiotic statement. You of all people should know how hard I worked to be here. I came from out of nowhere with no one at my side and little by little built an empire that would never falter. People began to recognize my potential for brutality and the profit that came from allowing me to commit the atrocities that I have. Even now, people would not bat an eye twice if I were to kick your dear wife through a wall because simply put, it's entertaining to watch a family ripped apart. My sort of entertainment prematurely retires those that forget exactly who I am and how hard I worked to make my name known but more importantly what I am capable of. I am angered that you of all people would claim that I don't know exactly who I am and where I stand.
There is nothing for me to figure out.
Not a damn thing to reveal either.
You have one win over me while I have many over you. Yet I know for a fact that you will ride that victory over me long after I have crippled and taken everything from you. In your eyes, you have become my better for all time and while I will admit you were better than me on one night, I will never allow you to be the best. This is wholly personal now and I have made it my business to take out those that claim to be my superiors. If you think you are showing the world my true side by describing me to a T than you are stupider than I thought. You can keep your family and your causes. The only thing I want from you is the one thing that should be mine already.
I will be the Imperial Champion as Legacy draws to a close.
Only then can IWF truly prosper with a dominating champion they could be proud of.
Not some alcoholic buffoon autographing pictures of himself for sick kids and fallen soldiers.
While you pander and tow the company line...
I will be bringing about a new era that will revitalize a spirit you helped dissipate.
People will forget once again about you, Joe.
That is the truth you run away from.
That is the realness you fear.
They will leave you alone in the same rut I found you in oh so many years ago.
They will turn their backs on you and disregard that "belief" you resurrected.
But I wont.
I will always be there to remind you that consistency outweighs luck and that heroes fall harder than villains.
{Lex stands right above the hatch that swung down to allow entrance into the attic. He stands there for a second, by himself before lighting a candle. Slowly he makes his way to a corner and sets the candle stick down, kneeling right in front of it. It takes a second for the light to reach a wall where several pictures are tacked unto it. The pictures are mostly females only there's nothing unsavory about them. Simply women and young girls living their lives as happy as can be. All of the same set of twins, their mom, Megan and his daughter with her. Sense stares at them for a moment, his eyes twitching with some sort of emotion for a second before blowing the candle out.
Only darkness remains.}
Enough words have been said and the truth will be revealed at Legacy.
Whatever you think that truth is you will find out how wrong you are.
"There is no room for me in your life."
That statement only makes me want to force myself to fit.
You have practically invited me into your home, Joe.
An invitation I will gladly accept.
First things first though.
Priorities and all that.
There ain't no heart shine...
When there's pain.
Well howdy there pardner.