Post by Lex Sense on Jul 20, 2013 9:00:51 GMT
There's this dream I continue to have.
I think it could be a memory.
But I can never be too sure.
I want it to stop.
{Many years ago, a set of twin boys played in the fields of their ancestral home. One raised a twig into the air as he chased the runt of the two. Both appeared quite youthful in their jovial exuberance. Red hair bounced to and fro, school uniforms were soiled by dirt and grass as they ran carelessly through the fields. The smaller of the two hurried to get away from his bully of a brother, taking refuge behind a giant oak tree. Except for their height, they were identical to one another.}
Runt Twin: Stop it or I'll tell daddy!
Other Twin: Just like you, tattletale!
Runt Twin: I am not a tattletale.
Other Twin: Wimp!
Runt Twin: I AM NOT A WIMP!
{The twig carrying twin cackled like a hyena as his little brother through a fit, stomping away in a huff with his little arms crossed across his chest.}
My brother was never unkind.
Like any brother he pushed and tested me.
However, out of everyone that carried the cursed Sense name, he was rather pleasant.
I enjoyed the time I spent toiling away with him.
Even if that time was short.
{The bigger of the two tossed the twig aside and ran to catch-up to his tantruming brother who abruptly ended his march at the sudden sight of something new.}
Other Twin: I was only playing, Lexington. I didn't mean i...
{Standing next to his twin, the taller of the two's jaw dropped as his eyes met the sight that stopped his brother dead in his tracks.}
It's only a dream now.
That day that changed my entire perspective on this cruel world.
A world that would never again be neat.
A home that would no longer be sweet.
{The runt Lexington turned towards his brother with a look of disbelief, tears formed but refused to stream out of his tear ducts.}
Lexington: What is it, Dexton?
{Dexton furrowed his brow as he searched for the answer but found none.}
I could see it in his face.
In some way I would like to believe that what entered me that day entered him as well.
But I knew better.
He would never be corrupted.
{Dexton scratched his head as his twin brother tugged at his arm.}
Dexton: I ain't too sure. Perhaps we should run and get father?
Lexington: NO! We found it. He'd only take it away.
Dexton: I don't think it's something we could keep.
{Lexington took a few steps towards the heaving creature, nearing the subject of his affection.}
Of course, he was right.
He was always the more sensible of us both.
But it was too late for me.
My curiosity became an addiction and I was immediately hooked, forced from then on to search endlessly for the instruments to scratch my never ending itch for violence.
{A smile curled his lips, sinister in nature and one that would evolve to take a monstrous shape in the future. He carefully reached out with his little hand when Dexton rushedover and attempted to pull him away.}
Dexton: Are you mad? Don't touch that filthy thing.
{Lexington pulled away harshly and then shoved his brother with such force that he stumbled unto his behind.}
Lexington: You can't tell me what to do!?! Nobody will ever tell me what to do! Not you! Not daddy!.
{Dexton stared angrily up at his runt of a brother who now appeared taller, bigger than he ever had.}
I didn't want to push him away.
But I could no longer keep him close.
That day changed many things and I watched as the innocent life I knew up until then slowly washed away into the ethereal plane.
{Tears formed in Dexton's eyes before he kicked himself back to his feet, kicking mud towards Lexington which splattered on his face.}
Dexton: I'm telling father!
{Dexton hurried up the hill towards the castle-like mansion they called home as Lexington turned his attention back to the bloodied cat lying on the floor next to him, breathing heavily with cautious eyes wide as Lexington slowly reached out to softly pet it.}
Lexington: Whose the tattletale now?
{The dying cat seemed comforted by the young boy until his little hands wrapped around its' throat and began to squeeze.}
Lexington: I shall keep you in my memory always.
And though most of what I remember now is a jumbled mess, my dreams never tell lies.
They only remind me of who I was so I could further remember who I have become.
{The scene doesn't fade but it certainly contorts into a new one. A distortion occurs that slowly evolves the young Lexington into the scarred behemoth we know today.}
Lex Sense: Time...
Has carved away at my core.
{He stands next to a blacksmith's forge, poking and prodding a medal poker into it. Lex is shirtless and his musculature seems much more defined as shadows from the flames dance around him. He takes a second, digging into the flames with a hot poker, forcing embers to rise and fall as he continues to speak.}
This life has a way of breaking me down.
Weighing heavily on my shoulders until I'm slumped over in defeat.
This isn't easy.
This life takes its' tolls and I'm left paying the debt for the rest of mine.
Through pain and misery.
Agonizing joints that never let up.
A body that is perpetually burning by an unnatural, unseen flame.
Even now I feel it.
The hidden corners of my massive frame where ligaments and tendons connects tissue slowly tearing away.
Bone grinding upon bone until dust remains.
I bleed...
I hurt...
I burn...
I break...
But I also have the uncanny ability to reconstruct.
{Sense takes a break from toiling away at his craft, turning towards an unseen audience hidden among the shadows. Murmurs could be heard but faces could not be seen as Sense clasps his hands together.}
Lex Sense: Most would not admit to feeling the same in some foolish act of machismo.
But they do.
When the lights have dimmed, the crowds quieted and dispersed and they find themselves all alone in their heads as their bodies nurse physical wounds...
They feel it.
Age slowly wrinkling the flesh.
Father Time nipping them closer to lurking Death.
{Lex scoffs as the sounds of 'Hear, Hear' accompanied by low claps comes from somewhere but that somewhere is unknown.}
Lex Sense: Yet, through all that physical turmoil endured in this mortal coil I have found true happiness.
I would never change a fucking thing about this life I have chosen to live.
Everyday I find myself closer to a crippling death is a day I feel more alive than the last.
And this hurt, this burn, this blood...
Brings unspoken volumes of joy in not only my miserable life but also those I surround myself with.
{The murmurs of agreement only get louder as Sense turns back to his forge, using the poker hanging out of it to unsettle the burning coal within.}
Lex Sense: I was born to be a gladiator; Born to rise among the ranks. Some may look upon my dominance and quiver but I, regardless of what some of you may think, I am not in search of a might to be feared. I am in search of competition. I seek those valiant enough to stare The Future in the face and defiantly stand against insurmountable odds.
The three of you that stand against me at Lineage believe in your own capabilities enough to reassure yourselves that you stand a chance against me. Only fool's rush in and I find myself staring into three sets of eyes, one more delusional than the next. I know what it must mean to you to become the first ever Imperial Champion and I can not hate you for this desire.
It is a desire that I know all too well and a belief that I share with the lot of you.
But that is where similarities end.
An unrelenting truth will forever work to divide my belief from yours.
And this truth will be shared with you along with the rest of the world this Sunday at Lineage.
{Sense raises the hot poker to his face, studying the heated steel for imperfections. The tip is shaped in a symbol only seen once to those that watch Lex closely. The red glints off of his face as he smiles eerily before placing it back into the forge. An assistant appears out of nowhere and begins to wipe the sweat from his forehead until he shoves him away.}
Lex Sense: There is rhyme and reason to my madness.
If only known to me.
If I could travel back in time and bring the younger version of myself a sanity he'd never known I would but, like most tragedies in life, it has become too late to do anything about it; Much like the outcome of this tournament. Instead I must look on to my reflection and see a Future the three of you, or any of you for that matter, will not be able to withstand. I am not the only one that sees the possible ramifications that would proceed the aftermath of our little soiree at Lineage. It is a chance for all of us to shed the skins of the flawed men we foolishly reject in some desperation maneuver to stand firm and righteous as proud men. One of you wishes to step out of the shadow of his brother, to not be the homicidal maniac he was bred to be. Another wants to be taken seriously and not looked upon as the failure his failed career paints a picture of. The last seeks a definition that would no longer tarnish a legacy that is laughed upon. And I, I wish to bring about the end of everything you thought you knew about this world. This would truly be a grand beginning for some or a much sought after ending for the rest of us.
I don't expect any of the three gentlemen that will participate in this shindig would ever be honest with themselves. It is hard to accept an unrelenting truth that continues to bombard their sacred images. You can ignore it all you'd like but the fact remains. I am an unyielding beast set upon the world to identify, seek and destroy any man or woman unlucky enough to wish to stop this dumptruck I'm driving straight into your homes. I aim to bring about the worst possible kind of bodily and mentally harm imaginable and I will do this with every ounce of my sociopathic being.
I am the juggernaut, bitch.
I shall entertain countless masses with my gladiatorial brutality and bring about an unpredictable future that will contradict everything you've ever believed about yourselves.
The world we are forced to pander to love to witness firsthand the bloodied battles I leave behind on my path to redeeming my unfortunate absence from this business. If my mind were stable, I would have been a champion already in another land far, far away. I believe now that destiny stayed my hand and steadied my resolve. Some type of fate urged me to wait until I've assembled the pieces of my shattered mentality and reformed my psyche and now is the time to rectify this folly. My sanity remains unstable but now I am not as mindless as I once was. Now I have direction and a road that must be paved with broken bones and blood.
I feel nothing for any one of you.
Respect, honor, your needs and wants are keepsakes I must place in my scrapbook.
Four men all want the same thing and each is willing to do whatever is necessary to achieve greatness.
But that unrelenting truth remains.
It hangs over your heads and festers into doubt.
None of you have stopped me thus far.
What makes any of you think I will allow it to happen when it matters most?
{Sense lifts the poker once again, this time bringing it close enough for his tongue to quickly lick the edge of it. Steam immediately forms as Sense pulls away with a pained smile. The view remains transfixed on his face. A face that in moments reverts back to a younger version of himself.}
There was once a woman with gorgeous blue eyes that stole a promise from me.
She was my only friend for a long while.
I can almost smell her perfume now.
{Long red hair flowed down in front of Lex as he was slumped over a chair, staring at the ground and bound to it by chains of all sorts. An attractive woman sat in front him, staring silently at him before opening up her file.}
Dr. Lyons: It's been 4 years since your father sent you here and still I feel that you've yet to develop further. I just can't seem to crack your shell.
{The beautiful Dr. Lyons looked through the write-up of her patient, studiously going over her notes and findings.}
Dr. Lyons: Lexington...
Lex: It's Lex.
Dr. Lyons: Fine. Lex, I want to get you out of here and out into the real world but you have to give me something.
{She stared at him, tapping her finger on her lap as she smiled.}
I should have never trusted her.
But it wasn't like I had anybody else.
For four years she was the only one that spoke to me as if I wasn't the kid responsible for committing acts cruelty on animals of all kind.
Stupid cat.
Ruined my life and yet opened my eyes to a whole new world as well.
{Lex raised his head to stare the lovely doctor right into her heavenly blues. She smiled at him as he finally responded.}
Lex: What?
Dr. Lyons: You have to give me your undivided attention.
{Lex considers the proposition and takes the moment to position himself. He'd grown tired of being locked away. The family shame, a black sheep that would never see the light of day again.}
Dr. Lyons: This place has a way of perversely shaping young, impressionable minds but I believe we could both help each other out.
{Sense never breaks eye contact with the psychiatrist that had been treating him for the last four years.}
Lex: How?
Dr. Lyons: I work for a group of people that are highly interested in investing in the future. I have shown them your file and they believe that you are exactly what they are looking for. We could train you, support you and bring you back into the world stronger than ever. You just have to make us a promise.
Lex: What promise?
Dr. Lyons: Well, that's not for me to disclose. There is a man you must meet first. He will be coming to see you in a few days. Will you speak with him?
{Lex mulls it over.}
It's not like I could say no.
I was so tired.
So alone.
{It wasn't like he had any choice. Reluctantly his head nods up and down.}
Dr. Lyons: Great! I think you're going to love it in the Inner Circle.
{Sense slumps back into his seat and continues where he left off, staring at the floor.}
I guess it wasn't too bad.
Better than being raised by orderlies I suppose.
It would take years before I would plot an escape.
But it all started here.
{The scene once again distorts and contorts back into the older Sense, who is smiling from ear to ear. The hot poker is still in his hands as he inches towards a figure covered in shadows. Upon closer inspection, it is revealed to be a woman being held up by chains.}
Lex Sense: The Future?
There is only one, Mike Laszlo.
You will be staring it right in its' hateful eyes this Sunday at lineage.
Many men painted in newb green pretend to be the next big thing to hit this sport. How many times have we heard unknown men and women open their mouths for the first time and speak about how they are the future of this industry. I expected more from you, Mike. Then again, what can I really expect from a man whose greatest accomplishment has been being on the wrong end results of three great matches against a true champion?
{Laughter is heard from the people standing about viewing this bondage scene. It is now you question how long they've been standing there. Men and women all dressed in Victorian garbs as they anticipate what is coming next.}
Lex Sense: I am not here to debate your arrogance.
I am here to decimate those claims and leave you a faltering mess.
Unlike you, I think before I speak and comprehend before I act. I suffer the consequences of my actions without excuses. I raise my hand knowing it will crush enemy after enemy on the way down. I have no doubts about anything. I know myself but more importantly I know you. I understand you more than you will ever understand yourself because when I look at you I don't see the man you hope to become. I don't see the future anything of IWF. These eyes look past the imaginations of a desperate man to the root of who he really is. You can be as confident as you want to be; Even if that false bravado is as fake as the color of your hair. However, the truth will always shine through your deceit.
A truth that I will force feed down your lying throat.
{The men and women nod along to what Sense speaks, all of them in line to his statements.}
Lex Sense: You fight against everyone because you have nothing to fight for. You pick wars against notable names in a vain attempt to make a notable name for yourself yet every single time you've been made to look like a jester, playfully dancing for the entertainment of the king's court. I am no joker, Mike. I am a king destined for greatness and I will break down every wall put in front of me. I never hesitate to demolish and destroy. Regardless of if I win or lose my opponents will be broken, forced to resign to the fact that they were never as good as they claimed to be. This tournament we've been fighting in, I have been victorious on every end. People look upon me and predict my victories not because of my name, size or strength but because I can do what you can never, ever do.
I deliver.
While your mouth conceitedly runs non-stop about why you're so much better than the rest of the world I am bringing about hellfire and brimstone. My damnation is shared with the rest of the world while you share your tweets, you twat. I have never been one for talking. I do this only because I am forced to but I do believe I have always had a knack for expressing my feelings. Regardless of my emotionless state I know what I should be feeling. The fact that I don't should concern you and I know for a fact that no matter what you say...
You live for my opinion.
You live for the opinion of others. Your legacy is nothing but 180 characters in some response to some hall of fame has been. It's a vain existence that drives you and because of this you will never be as good as your vocabulary dictates.
I require nothing from no one. I only take and take until there is nothing left. I am a world eater set upon your foundation to crack open the sinkhole that will swallow you whole and as you fall down that endless pit into the abyss you will understand what those that have came before you understood.
There is no stopping The Future.
And I am The Future you were unprepared for.
Not the one you were expecting.
Not the one you wanted.
But the one that will leave you completely annihilated.
{With the last angered word Sense drives the hot brand into the women's shoulder. The spectators ooh and aah as her toes curl and she lets out a groan followed by a shriek of pain, ending in an exasperated sigh as he pulls away to reveal a freshly burnt tattoo into her skin.}
Lex Sense: There is no definitive promise that could be made about the outcome of this tournament. Anything could happen on a night that will see some of the fiercest competition ever in professional wrestling. I don't look upon my competition and cower but I understand that there is something to Mike Laszlo, Cable Arcane and Joe Everyman. Something that drove them to get this far and could possibly drive them further then my arms could reach. Unlike my competition, I have had it fairly easy and it is because I found myself more prepared than most to sprint to the finish line of this marathon. Since I've appeared, i have shown the world a man they should fear. I know that two of the three will stand bravely across the ring from me but this is a fool's errand.
I have more to accomplish and whether I am champion or not, it will not prevent me from seeing my mission through to its' bloody end. Mike, Cable, Joe... You should be proud...
So that I could rip that pride along with your dignity away from your tired grasps.
{Lex runs a finger through her burnt flesh and she convulses in delight as the scene morphs back into the younger, long haired Lex. He sits in the corner of his cell. arms tied in a straight jacket as he stares into the wall. The door is swung open and in enters an old man with his son.}
Old Man: I'm told you'd be expecting me. I am Senator Christian Savage and this is my son, Sebastian.
{Sense looks up from his daydream and sees the faces of two men that would play a pivotal role in his insanity.}
I think it could be a memory.
But I can never be too sure.
I want it to stop.
{Many years ago, a set of twin boys played in the fields of their ancestral home. One raised a twig into the air as he chased the runt of the two. Both appeared quite youthful in their jovial exuberance. Red hair bounced to and fro, school uniforms were soiled by dirt and grass as they ran carelessly through the fields. The smaller of the two hurried to get away from his bully of a brother, taking refuge behind a giant oak tree. Except for their height, they were identical to one another.}
Runt Twin: Stop it or I'll tell daddy!
Other Twin: Just like you, tattletale!
Runt Twin: I am not a tattletale.
Other Twin: Wimp!
Runt Twin: I AM NOT A WIMP!
{The twig carrying twin cackled like a hyena as his little brother through a fit, stomping away in a huff with his little arms crossed across his chest.}
My brother was never unkind.
Like any brother he pushed and tested me.
However, out of everyone that carried the cursed Sense name, he was rather pleasant.
I enjoyed the time I spent toiling away with him.
Even if that time was short.
{The bigger of the two tossed the twig aside and ran to catch-up to his tantruming brother who abruptly ended his march at the sudden sight of something new.}
Other Twin: I was only playing, Lexington. I didn't mean i...
{Standing next to his twin, the taller of the two's jaw dropped as his eyes met the sight that stopped his brother dead in his tracks.}
It's only a dream now.
That day that changed my entire perspective on this cruel world.
A world that would never again be neat.
A home that would no longer be sweet.
{The runt Lexington turned towards his brother with a look of disbelief, tears formed but refused to stream out of his tear ducts.}
Lexington: What is it, Dexton?
{Dexton furrowed his brow as he searched for the answer but found none.}
I could see it in his face.
In some way I would like to believe that what entered me that day entered him as well.
But I knew better.
He would never be corrupted.
{Dexton scratched his head as his twin brother tugged at his arm.}
Dexton: I ain't too sure. Perhaps we should run and get father?
Lexington: NO! We found it. He'd only take it away.
Dexton: I don't think it's something we could keep.
{Lexington took a few steps towards the heaving creature, nearing the subject of his affection.}
Of course, he was right.
He was always the more sensible of us both.
But it was too late for me.
My curiosity became an addiction and I was immediately hooked, forced from then on to search endlessly for the instruments to scratch my never ending itch for violence.
{A smile curled his lips, sinister in nature and one that would evolve to take a monstrous shape in the future. He carefully reached out with his little hand when Dexton rushedover and attempted to pull him away.}
Dexton: Are you mad? Don't touch that filthy thing.
{Lexington pulled away harshly and then shoved his brother with such force that he stumbled unto his behind.}
Lexington: You can't tell me what to do!?! Nobody will ever tell me what to do! Not you! Not daddy!.
{Dexton stared angrily up at his runt of a brother who now appeared taller, bigger than he ever had.}
I didn't want to push him away.
But I could no longer keep him close.
That day changed many things and I watched as the innocent life I knew up until then slowly washed away into the ethereal plane.
{Tears formed in Dexton's eyes before he kicked himself back to his feet, kicking mud towards Lexington which splattered on his face.}
Dexton: I'm telling father!
{Dexton hurried up the hill towards the castle-like mansion they called home as Lexington turned his attention back to the bloodied cat lying on the floor next to him, breathing heavily with cautious eyes wide as Lexington slowly reached out to softly pet it.}
Lexington: Whose the tattletale now?
{The dying cat seemed comforted by the young boy until his little hands wrapped around its' throat and began to squeeze.}
Lexington: I shall keep you in my memory always.
And though most of what I remember now is a jumbled mess, my dreams never tell lies.
They only remind me of who I was so I could further remember who I have become.
{The scene doesn't fade but it certainly contorts into a new one. A distortion occurs that slowly evolves the young Lexington into the scarred behemoth we know today.}
Lex Sense: Time...
Has carved away at my core.
{He stands next to a blacksmith's forge, poking and prodding a medal poker into it. Lex is shirtless and his musculature seems much more defined as shadows from the flames dance around him. He takes a second, digging into the flames with a hot poker, forcing embers to rise and fall as he continues to speak.}
This life has a way of breaking me down.
Weighing heavily on my shoulders until I'm slumped over in defeat.
This isn't easy.
This life takes its' tolls and I'm left paying the debt for the rest of mine.
Through pain and misery.
Agonizing joints that never let up.
A body that is perpetually burning by an unnatural, unseen flame.
Even now I feel it.
The hidden corners of my massive frame where ligaments and tendons connects tissue slowly tearing away.
Bone grinding upon bone until dust remains.
I bleed...
I hurt...
I burn...
I break...
But I also have the uncanny ability to reconstruct.
{Sense takes a break from toiling away at his craft, turning towards an unseen audience hidden among the shadows. Murmurs could be heard but faces could not be seen as Sense clasps his hands together.}
Lex Sense: Most would not admit to feeling the same in some foolish act of machismo.
But they do.
When the lights have dimmed, the crowds quieted and dispersed and they find themselves all alone in their heads as their bodies nurse physical wounds...
They feel it.
Age slowly wrinkling the flesh.
Father Time nipping them closer to lurking Death.
{Lex scoffs as the sounds of 'Hear, Hear' accompanied by low claps comes from somewhere but that somewhere is unknown.}
Lex Sense: Yet, through all that physical turmoil endured in this mortal coil I have found true happiness.
I would never change a fucking thing about this life I have chosen to live.
Everyday I find myself closer to a crippling death is a day I feel more alive than the last.
And this hurt, this burn, this blood...
Brings unspoken volumes of joy in not only my miserable life but also those I surround myself with.
{The murmurs of agreement only get louder as Sense turns back to his forge, using the poker hanging out of it to unsettle the burning coal within.}
Lex Sense: I was born to be a gladiator; Born to rise among the ranks. Some may look upon my dominance and quiver but I, regardless of what some of you may think, I am not in search of a might to be feared. I am in search of competition. I seek those valiant enough to stare The Future in the face and defiantly stand against insurmountable odds.
The three of you that stand against me at Lineage believe in your own capabilities enough to reassure yourselves that you stand a chance against me. Only fool's rush in and I find myself staring into three sets of eyes, one more delusional than the next. I know what it must mean to you to become the first ever Imperial Champion and I can not hate you for this desire.
It is a desire that I know all too well and a belief that I share with the lot of you.
But that is where similarities end.
An unrelenting truth will forever work to divide my belief from yours.
And this truth will be shared with you along with the rest of the world this Sunday at Lineage.
{Sense raises the hot poker to his face, studying the heated steel for imperfections. The tip is shaped in a symbol only seen once to those that watch Lex closely. The red glints off of his face as he smiles eerily before placing it back into the forge. An assistant appears out of nowhere and begins to wipe the sweat from his forehead until he shoves him away.}
Lex Sense: There is rhyme and reason to my madness.
If only known to me.
If I could travel back in time and bring the younger version of myself a sanity he'd never known I would but, like most tragedies in life, it has become too late to do anything about it; Much like the outcome of this tournament. Instead I must look on to my reflection and see a Future the three of you, or any of you for that matter, will not be able to withstand. I am not the only one that sees the possible ramifications that would proceed the aftermath of our little soiree at Lineage. It is a chance for all of us to shed the skins of the flawed men we foolishly reject in some desperation maneuver to stand firm and righteous as proud men. One of you wishes to step out of the shadow of his brother, to not be the homicidal maniac he was bred to be. Another wants to be taken seriously and not looked upon as the failure his failed career paints a picture of. The last seeks a definition that would no longer tarnish a legacy that is laughed upon. And I, I wish to bring about the end of everything you thought you knew about this world. This would truly be a grand beginning for some or a much sought after ending for the rest of us.
I don't expect any of the three gentlemen that will participate in this shindig would ever be honest with themselves. It is hard to accept an unrelenting truth that continues to bombard their sacred images. You can ignore it all you'd like but the fact remains. I am an unyielding beast set upon the world to identify, seek and destroy any man or woman unlucky enough to wish to stop this dumptruck I'm driving straight into your homes. I aim to bring about the worst possible kind of bodily and mentally harm imaginable and I will do this with every ounce of my sociopathic being.
I am the juggernaut, bitch.
I shall entertain countless masses with my gladiatorial brutality and bring about an unpredictable future that will contradict everything you've ever believed about yourselves.
The world we are forced to pander to love to witness firsthand the bloodied battles I leave behind on my path to redeeming my unfortunate absence from this business. If my mind were stable, I would have been a champion already in another land far, far away. I believe now that destiny stayed my hand and steadied my resolve. Some type of fate urged me to wait until I've assembled the pieces of my shattered mentality and reformed my psyche and now is the time to rectify this folly. My sanity remains unstable but now I am not as mindless as I once was. Now I have direction and a road that must be paved with broken bones and blood.
I feel nothing for any one of you.
Respect, honor, your needs and wants are keepsakes I must place in my scrapbook.
Four men all want the same thing and each is willing to do whatever is necessary to achieve greatness.
But that unrelenting truth remains.
It hangs over your heads and festers into doubt.
None of you have stopped me thus far.
What makes any of you think I will allow it to happen when it matters most?
{Sense lifts the poker once again, this time bringing it close enough for his tongue to quickly lick the edge of it. Steam immediately forms as Sense pulls away with a pained smile. The view remains transfixed on his face. A face that in moments reverts back to a younger version of himself.}
There was once a woman with gorgeous blue eyes that stole a promise from me.
She was my only friend for a long while.
I can almost smell her perfume now.
{Long red hair flowed down in front of Lex as he was slumped over a chair, staring at the ground and bound to it by chains of all sorts. An attractive woman sat in front him, staring silently at him before opening up her file.}
Dr. Lyons: It's been 4 years since your father sent you here and still I feel that you've yet to develop further. I just can't seem to crack your shell.
{The beautiful Dr. Lyons looked through the write-up of her patient, studiously going over her notes and findings.}
Dr. Lyons: Lexington...
Lex: It's Lex.
Dr. Lyons: Fine. Lex, I want to get you out of here and out into the real world but you have to give me something.
{She stared at him, tapping her finger on her lap as she smiled.}
I should have never trusted her.
But it wasn't like I had anybody else.
For four years she was the only one that spoke to me as if I wasn't the kid responsible for committing acts cruelty on animals of all kind.
Stupid cat.
Ruined my life and yet opened my eyes to a whole new world as well.
{Lex raised his head to stare the lovely doctor right into her heavenly blues. She smiled at him as he finally responded.}
Lex: What?
Dr. Lyons: You have to give me your undivided attention.
{Lex considers the proposition and takes the moment to position himself. He'd grown tired of being locked away. The family shame, a black sheep that would never see the light of day again.}
Dr. Lyons: This place has a way of perversely shaping young, impressionable minds but I believe we could both help each other out.
{Sense never breaks eye contact with the psychiatrist that had been treating him for the last four years.}
Lex: How?
Dr. Lyons: I work for a group of people that are highly interested in investing in the future. I have shown them your file and they believe that you are exactly what they are looking for. We could train you, support you and bring you back into the world stronger than ever. You just have to make us a promise.
Lex: What promise?
Dr. Lyons: Well, that's not for me to disclose. There is a man you must meet first. He will be coming to see you in a few days. Will you speak with him?
{Lex mulls it over.}
It's not like I could say no.
I was so tired.
So alone.
{It wasn't like he had any choice. Reluctantly his head nods up and down.}
Dr. Lyons: Great! I think you're going to love it in the Inner Circle.
{Sense slumps back into his seat and continues where he left off, staring at the floor.}
I guess it wasn't too bad.
Better than being raised by orderlies I suppose.
It would take years before I would plot an escape.
But it all started here.
{The scene once again distorts and contorts back into the older Sense, who is smiling from ear to ear. The hot poker is still in his hands as he inches towards a figure covered in shadows. Upon closer inspection, it is revealed to be a woman being held up by chains.}
Lex Sense: The Future?
There is only one, Mike Laszlo.
You will be staring it right in its' hateful eyes this Sunday at lineage.
Many men painted in newb green pretend to be the next big thing to hit this sport. How many times have we heard unknown men and women open their mouths for the first time and speak about how they are the future of this industry. I expected more from you, Mike. Then again, what can I really expect from a man whose greatest accomplishment has been being on the wrong end results of three great matches against a true champion?
{Laughter is heard from the people standing about viewing this bondage scene. It is now you question how long they've been standing there. Men and women all dressed in Victorian garbs as they anticipate what is coming next.}
Lex Sense: I am not here to debate your arrogance.
I am here to decimate those claims and leave you a faltering mess.
Unlike you, I think before I speak and comprehend before I act. I suffer the consequences of my actions without excuses. I raise my hand knowing it will crush enemy after enemy on the way down. I have no doubts about anything. I know myself but more importantly I know you. I understand you more than you will ever understand yourself because when I look at you I don't see the man you hope to become. I don't see the future anything of IWF. These eyes look past the imaginations of a desperate man to the root of who he really is. You can be as confident as you want to be; Even if that false bravado is as fake as the color of your hair. However, the truth will always shine through your deceit.
A truth that I will force feed down your lying throat.
{The men and women nod along to what Sense speaks, all of them in line to his statements.}
Lex Sense: You fight against everyone because you have nothing to fight for. You pick wars against notable names in a vain attempt to make a notable name for yourself yet every single time you've been made to look like a jester, playfully dancing for the entertainment of the king's court. I am no joker, Mike. I am a king destined for greatness and I will break down every wall put in front of me. I never hesitate to demolish and destroy. Regardless of if I win or lose my opponents will be broken, forced to resign to the fact that they were never as good as they claimed to be. This tournament we've been fighting in, I have been victorious on every end. People look upon me and predict my victories not because of my name, size or strength but because I can do what you can never, ever do.
I deliver.
While your mouth conceitedly runs non-stop about why you're so much better than the rest of the world I am bringing about hellfire and brimstone. My damnation is shared with the rest of the world while you share your tweets, you twat. I have never been one for talking. I do this only because I am forced to but I do believe I have always had a knack for expressing my feelings. Regardless of my emotionless state I know what I should be feeling. The fact that I don't should concern you and I know for a fact that no matter what you say...
You live for my opinion.
You live for the opinion of others. Your legacy is nothing but 180 characters in some response to some hall of fame has been. It's a vain existence that drives you and because of this you will never be as good as your vocabulary dictates.
I require nothing from no one. I only take and take until there is nothing left. I am a world eater set upon your foundation to crack open the sinkhole that will swallow you whole and as you fall down that endless pit into the abyss you will understand what those that have came before you understood.
There is no stopping The Future.
And I am The Future you were unprepared for.
Not the one you were expecting.
Not the one you wanted.
But the one that will leave you completely annihilated.
{With the last angered word Sense drives the hot brand into the women's shoulder. The spectators ooh and aah as her toes curl and she lets out a groan followed by a shriek of pain, ending in an exasperated sigh as he pulls away to reveal a freshly burnt tattoo into her skin.}
Lex Sense: There is no definitive promise that could be made about the outcome of this tournament. Anything could happen on a night that will see some of the fiercest competition ever in professional wrestling. I don't look upon my competition and cower but I understand that there is something to Mike Laszlo, Cable Arcane and Joe Everyman. Something that drove them to get this far and could possibly drive them further then my arms could reach. Unlike my competition, I have had it fairly easy and it is because I found myself more prepared than most to sprint to the finish line of this marathon. Since I've appeared, i have shown the world a man they should fear. I know that two of the three will stand bravely across the ring from me but this is a fool's errand.
I have more to accomplish and whether I am champion or not, it will not prevent me from seeing my mission through to its' bloody end. Mike, Cable, Joe... You should be proud...
So that I could rip that pride along with your dignity away from your tired grasps.
{Lex runs a finger through her burnt flesh and she convulses in delight as the scene morphs back into the younger, long haired Lex. He sits in the corner of his cell. arms tied in a straight jacket as he stares into the wall. The door is swung open and in enters an old man with his son.}
Old Man: I'm told you'd be expecting me. I am Senator Christian Savage and this is my son, Sebastian.
{Sense looks up from his daydream and sees the faces of two men that would play a pivotal role in his insanity.}
Well howdy there pardner.