Post by Lex Sense on Sept 1, 2013 22:23:32 GMT
I know there are a number of you that believe some form of unholy union has formed.
You see our winning our titles respectively and Verona's attack on Joe as if it were something we all planned together.
When in reality it was simply timing.
Verona's return had nothing to do with our ascension. His reasoning for attacking Joe and ensuring that a drunkard does not represent this company are his own. I happen to agree with him wholeheartedly but unionized we are not. Frankly, I couldn't care less what Roberto has planned for Joe for my eyes are set on the bigger picture.
I shall firmly represent a globally recognized company through utter dominance and destruction.
Am I saddened that Joe wont get his rematch?
Absolutely not. I am rather glad we are done wasting our times and our main events with his name on the marquee. A new number 1 contender will be crowned and with him a whole new set of problems. Regardless of what some of you believe, I earned this championship through blood, sweat and tears and I will defend it just as fiercely. I only want to be a shining beacon to what it means to be a champion. Joe proved that miracles could happen but with his reign it became obviously clear that he figured the hard work was done. He wasn't great at all.
He was so, so.
And that is the real tragedy.
A champion should be feared and should inspire his enemies to remain focused at the task at hand. They should see a champ's name across from theirs and realize that a hard week is ahead of them. Champions should inspire a workhorse logic within contenders and bring about a spirit of competition unlike any other. With me they get that. They get a dominating champion that will stop at nothing to end any would be usurpers.
With me as Imperial Champion, the weak will be weeded out.
Xander and I are on a mission that will dictate the future of ICW. We got together one night and realized the direction this great company was headed into and we didn't like what we saw. This dream all "good guys" seem to share in a futile effort to inspire the weak among the strong is truly sickening. While men like Cross and Everyman self-righteously preach their premature judgments towards our means, we are shaping the world with our ends.
We will bring about a devastating war that will either motivate enough to rebel against us or utterly decimate.
You choose.
Stand or fall?
{A well endowed woman steps out of her luxurious SUV. Her high heels click on the pavement as she makes her way to the trunk. She pulls off her sunglasses as the trunk automatically raises in front of her at the push of a button. The brunette looks lovely in her yellow summer dress with a body that has taken the fancy of many men worldwide. This woman is known as Megan Sanderson. She reaches into her SUV to pull out her bags when she stops suddenly, pulling away from behind her vehicle with a hand to her hip.}
Megan Sanderson: So you finally made time to come and see me.
{Nothing but wind blowing in leaves was the response. She slowly turned, staring off camera with a half smile.}
Megan Sanderson: Oh, god. I know you're there, Lex. What do you want?
{The camera turns as Lex steps out from the shadows of a giant oak tree. He simply eyes his former lover and mother to his daughter without saying a word.}
Megan Sanderson: ... So did you come here just to check me out or was there something you wanted?
Lex Sense: How is she?
Megan Sanderson: Who? Kris?
Lex Sense: You know who... Just answer my question.
Megan Sanderson: She's inside right now. Consuela is looking after her. If you really cared you would simply go see for yourself.
{Sense looked around nervously, considering the option. Megan smacking her lips in frustration secured his decision.}
Megan Sanderson: But you don't care. You never did. The only thing you love is violence.
Lex Sense: I don't love anything.
Megan Sanderson: Truer words, Lex... I heard you were stalking Alice again.
Lex Sense: I wasn't stalking. I was checking up on her.
Megan Sanderson: Is that why you're here? To check up on me?
{No answer as Sense scratched the back of his head.}
Megan Sanderson: Whatever. I know you don't care. You never did. You used me like you do all your other whores and you know what, I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with is you coming here and acting like you're worried for our well being. So... Please go away.
{The words broke as they escaped her lips. Her dry eyes were now lubricated with tears, quickly turning red around the irises. Sense seemed unmoved as he watched her but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Megan swiftly took the bags from the back of her SUV and hurriedly clicked her way towards her San Diego home. Sense continued to stare until she was in the safe confines of a house she use to share with him.}
Lex Sense: I do care.
{He whispered before slipping back into the shadows from whence he came.}
It seems you have a problem with me finally defeating Joe and becoming your Imperial Champion, Xavier.
I believe you are putting too much thought on the events leading up to Legacy, failing to realize that I was the better man on that night. I think it is safe to say that you are more upset with yourself for being unable to properly defend against Xander's advancements. So much so that you need someone to blame. It is easy to blame others for your failings. It is a coward's way out to point your finger at a a made-up "corporate machine" as if the world is against you. But this mirage you see before you is simply an illusion. There is no corporate takeover, mate.
There is only dominance.
You view yourself as a Phoenix. As though you are immortal and could never be defeated. Unfortunately that couldn't be farther from the truth. You have lost and will continue to burn into ash for as long as you decide to rise. Xander likes to think of you as mediocre but I do not believe that. I give you the benefit of the doubt and I believe somewhere inside of you, behind all the goofy heartwarming videos exploiting the death of a gay teen and crack babies, there lies a serious competitor. One that is willing to go that extra mile to end our tyranny.
I only hope you dig deep enough for him before facing us at Sacrifice.
Because Xander and I, we don't really care about CrossRoads. We don't look out to the brainwashed masses that put dividends on our checks for approval. That is your job and right now you are dropping the ball. If we are painted as villains then you are the heroes that need to save the day. You live for that purpose, don't you? So when you think about it, Xavier, Xander defeating you for the Heavyweight Title, me defeating Joe for the Imperial Title, these tragedies only worked to further give your lot a purpose. Now there is a fire within you that truly burns. A fire that looks to engulf us in the flame of your Phoenix' spirit. Now you have a drive that can come off as threatening if you believe in fairytales.
You can thank us for that.
You and your buddy, Joe.
I don't know what to say to you that I haven't already, Joe. We have a rich history together and it would make for a great after school special. Your eventual defeat could teach millions of kids of how not to be when finally realizing their dreams. You always revert back to the Joe we know. The family man that knows all and never fails. The guy who is always right while the world is wrong.
SuperEveryman.
But you're no superhero. You can play make believe all you'd like but you will never be Captain America. Your virtues and morals attain little weight in the real world. Here there be monsters and only a being such as I can be utilized to vanquish them. Did you think I spoke of Xander and I when I mentioned monsters? We are indeed monstrous behemoths hellbent on bringing about a new era to a new company but the true monsters of this business is you and Xavier. Men who take advantage of the little guys who break their backs just to cheer for you. Just to put their hopes and dreams in men who will eventually break their hearts when they fail.
And no other two men failed as hard as EveryCross at Legacy.
I commended your abilities, Joe. I was sincere when I complimented your achievements here. However, I also knew you wouldn't last. You're one pump Chuck. Able to get one good shot out before running out of bullets. You defined the possibilities that could be had in this company and then I showed the retribution that comes with it. This tag team match may not have gold on the line but I believe there is an underlying message. Good vs. bad, heaven vs. hell, light vs dark... Somebody somewhere thought it'd be kind to throw you a bone. By doing so they appeased the millions of people that wish for this train of pain to be derailed.
Unfortunately they backed the wrong horses.
The both of you are limping into a gun fight with dull knives and all you have are feeble words used to try and intimidate. You showcase your heart with your inspirational speeches of loosening the iron grip we have around your throats. But it is hard to make others believe when you yourself don't believe in it. And, Joe, right now...
You are so full of shit.
I look forward to the day men stand up against our dominance. It is why we have joined forces and our ranks will continue to grow. While you fight to prevent this Cancer from spreading you fail to realize that it is to late. We have already spread and it's only a matter of time before you are taken. But I do hope our union will inspire warriors of various sizes to stand up and fight. I live for the moments when we go to war and I will die before I let anyone take what I have worked so hard to build from me. One day, we will answer to men that are able to overwhelm and defeat us.
It just wont be on Sacrifice.
And it wont be EveryCross.
{Sense leans against a brick wall, his arms crossed over his chest with one hand scratching his chin. He seems to be pondering the situation at hand.}
Lex Sense: Why him?
{There is another man with him, only his back faces the camera. When he speaks it is clear his voice is distorted by something.}
Stranger: Why not? I don't like his smug condescending tones. There is nothing that he can tell me that I don't already know.
Lex Sense: It just seems rather... Unnecessary.
Stranger: Look, you do things your way and I do things my way. That's what you told Xander a few weeks ago and now I'm telling you the same thing.
Lex Sense: Touche. I only hope you get everything you want from this.
Stranger: Trust me; I always get what I want.
Lex Sense: See that you do, mate, but keep in mind the consequences if you don't.
{The scene fades as Sense places a hand on the Stranger's shoulder.}
I want more from this company.
We all do.
Which is why this new era is being forged among equals.
We are not a stable.
We are only men and women looking to bring about gladiatorial combat unlike any other.
Forget what you know.
And remember what we'll eventually show.
You see our winning our titles respectively and Verona's attack on Joe as if it were something we all planned together.
When in reality it was simply timing.
Verona's return had nothing to do with our ascension. His reasoning for attacking Joe and ensuring that a drunkard does not represent this company are his own. I happen to agree with him wholeheartedly but unionized we are not. Frankly, I couldn't care less what Roberto has planned for Joe for my eyes are set on the bigger picture.
I shall firmly represent a globally recognized company through utter dominance and destruction.
Am I saddened that Joe wont get his rematch?
Absolutely not. I am rather glad we are done wasting our times and our main events with his name on the marquee. A new number 1 contender will be crowned and with him a whole new set of problems. Regardless of what some of you believe, I earned this championship through blood, sweat and tears and I will defend it just as fiercely. I only want to be a shining beacon to what it means to be a champion. Joe proved that miracles could happen but with his reign it became obviously clear that he figured the hard work was done. He wasn't great at all.
He was so, so.
And that is the real tragedy.
A champion should be feared and should inspire his enemies to remain focused at the task at hand. They should see a champ's name across from theirs and realize that a hard week is ahead of them. Champions should inspire a workhorse logic within contenders and bring about a spirit of competition unlike any other. With me they get that. They get a dominating champion that will stop at nothing to end any would be usurpers.
With me as Imperial Champion, the weak will be weeded out.
Xander and I are on a mission that will dictate the future of ICW. We got together one night and realized the direction this great company was headed into and we didn't like what we saw. This dream all "good guys" seem to share in a futile effort to inspire the weak among the strong is truly sickening. While men like Cross and Everyman self-righteously preach their premature judgments towards our means, we are shaping the world with our ends.
We will bring about a devastating war that will either motivate enough to rebel against us or utterly decimate.
You choose.
Stand or fall?
{A well endowed woman steps out of her luxurious SUV. Her high heels click on the pavement as she makes her way to the trunk. She pulls off her sunglasses as the trunk automatically raises in front of her at the push of a button. The brunette looks lovely in her yellow summer dress with a body that has taken the fancy of many men worldwide. This woman is known as Megan Sanderson. She reaches into her SUV to pull out her bags when she stops suddenly, pulling away from behind her vehicle with a hand to her hip.}
Megan Sanderson: So you finally made time to come and see me.
{Nothing but wind blowing in leaves was the response. She slowly turned, staring off camera with a half smile.}
Megan Sanderson: Oh, god. I know you're there, Lex. What do you want?
{The camera turns as Lex steps out from the shadows of a giant oak tree. He simply eyes his former lover and mother to his daughter without saying a word.}
Megan Sanderson: ... So did you come here just to check me out or was there something you wanted?
Lex Sense: How is she?
Megan Sanderson: Who? Kris?
Lex Sense: You know who... Just answer my question.
Megan Sanderson: She's inside right now. Consuela is looking after her. If you really cared you would simply go see for yourself.
{Sense looked around nervously, considering the option. Megan smacking her lips in frustration secured his decision.}
Megan Sanderson: But you don't care. You never did. The only thing you love is violence.
Lex Sense: I don't love anything.
Megan Sanderson: Truer words, Lex... I heard you were stalking Alice again.
Lex Sense: I wasn't stalking. I was checking up on her.
Megan Sanderson: Is that why you're here? To check up on me?
{No answer as Sense scratched the back of his head.}
Megan Sanderson: Whatever. I know you don't care. You never did. You used me like you do all your other whores and you know what, I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with is you coming here and acting like you're worried for our well being. So... Please go away.
{The words broke as they escaped her lips. Her dry eyes were now lubricated with tears, quickly turning red around the irises. Sense seemed unmoved as he watched her but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Megan swiftly took the bags from the back of her SUV and hurriedly clicked her way towards her San Diego home. Sense continued to stare until she was in the safe confines of a house she use to share with him.}
Lex Sense: I do care.
{He whispered before slipping back into the shadows from whence he came.}
It seems you have a problem with me finally defeating Joe and becoming your Imperial Champion, Xavier.
I believe you are putting too much thought on the events leading up to Legacy, failing to realize that I was the better man on that night. I think it is safe to say that you are more upset with yourself for being unable to properly defend against Xander's advancements. So much so that you need someone to blame. It is easy to blame others for your failings. It is a coward's way out to point your finger at a a made-up "corporate machine" as if the world is against you. But this mirage you see before you is simply an illusion. There is no corporate takeover, mate.
There is only dominance.
You view yourself as a Phoenix. As though you are immortal and could never be defeated. Unfortunately that couldn't be farther from the truth. You have lost and will continue to burn into ash for as long as you decide to rise. Xander likes to think of you as mediocre but I do not believe that. I give you the benefit of the doubt and I believe somewhere inside of you, behind all the goofy heartwarming videos exploiting the death of a gay teen and crack babies, there lies a serious competitor. One that is willing to go that extra mile to end our tyranny.
I only hope you dig deep enough for him before facing us at Sacrifice.
Because Xander and I, we don't really care about CrossRoads. We don't look out to the brainwashed masses that put dividends on our checks for approval. That is your job and right now you are dropping the ball. If we are painted as villains then you are the heroes that need to save the day. You live for that purpose, don't you? So when you think about it, Xavier, Xander defeating you for the Heavyweight Title, me defeating Joe for the Imperial Title, these tragedies only worked to further give your lot a purpose. Now there is a fire within you that truly burns. A fire that looks to engulf us in the flame of your Phoenix' spirit. Now you have a drive that can come off as threatening if you believe in fairytales.
You can thank us for that.
You and your buddy, Joe.
I don't know what to say to you that I haven't already, Joe. We have a rich history together and it would make for a great after school special. Your eventual defeat could teach millions of kids of how not to be when finally realizing their dreams. You always revert back to the Joe we know. The family man that knows all and never fails. The guy who is always right while the world is wrong.
SuperEveryman.
But you're no superhero. You can play make believe all you'd like but you will never be Captain America. Your virtues and morals attain little weight in the real world. Here there be monsters and only a being such as I can be utilized to vanquish them. Did you think I spoke of Xander and I when I mentioned monsters? We are indeed monstrous behemoths hellbent on bringing about a new era to a new company but the true monsters of this business is you and Xavier. Men who take advantage of the little guys who break their backs just to cheer for you. Just to put their hopes and dreams in men who will eventually break their hearts when they fail.
And no other two men failed as hard as EveryCross at Legacy.
I commended your abilities, Joe. I was sincere when I complimented your achievements here. However, I also knew you wouldn't last. You're one pump Chuck. Able to get one good shot out before running out of bullets. You defined the possibilities that could be had in this company and then I showed the retribution that comes with it. This tag team match may not have gold on the line but I believe there is an underlying message. Good vs. bad, heaven vs. hell, light vs dark... Somebody somewhere thought it'd be kind to throw you a bone. By doing so they appeased the millions of people that wish for this train of pain to be derailed.
Unfortunately they backed the wrong horses.
The both of you are limping into a gun fight with dull knives and all you have are feeble words used to try and intimidate. You showcase your heart with your inspirational speeches of loosening the iron grip we have around your throats. But it is hard to make others believe when you yourself don't believe in it. And, Joe, right now...
You are so full of shit.
I look forward to the day men stand up against our dominance. It is why we have joined forces and our ranks will continue to grow. While you fight to prevent this Cancer from spreading you fail to realize that it is to late. We have already spread and it's only a matter of time before you are taken. But I do hope our union will inspire warriors of various sizes to stand up and fight. I live for the moments when we go to war and I will die before I let anyone take what I have worked so hard to build from me. One day, we will answer to men that are able to overwhelm and defeat us.
It just wont be on Sacrifice.
And it wont be EveryCross.
{Sense leans against a brick wall, his arms crossed over his chest with one hand scratching his chin. He seems to be pondering the situation at hand.}
Lex Sense: Why him?
{There is another man with him, only his back faces the camera. When he speaks it is clear his voice is distorted by something.}
Stranger: Why not? I don't like his smug condescending tones. There is nothing that he can tell me that I don't already know.
Lex Sense: It just seems rather... Unnecessary.
Stranger: Look, you do things your way and I do things my way. That's what you told Xander a few weeks ago and now I'm telling you the same thing.
Lex Sense: Touche. I only hope you get everything you want from this.
Stranger: Trust me; I always get what I want.
Lex Sense: See that you do, mate, but keep in mind the consequences if you don't.
{The scene fades as Sense places a hand on the Stranger's shoulder.}
I want more from this company.
We all do.
Which is why this new era is being forged among equals.
We are not a stable.
We are only men and women looking to bring about gladiatorial combat unlike any other.
Forget what you know.
And remember what we'll eventually show.
Well howdy there pardner.