Post by Sin City Saint on Oct 27, 2005 21:19:52 GMT -5
[The zings and beeps of a million slot machines echo in the darkness. The damp air is filled with must. A sudden click is heard, as a single light appears inside this dungy basement of Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada. As the basement door shuts, and those zings and beeps grow quiet, The Sin City Saint sits on the dusty floor. His unkempt hair, drips in front of his face. His eyes seemingly glazed over with a feeling of anticipation.]
[Sin City Saint] There is a storm coming. Can you feel it? Can you smell it? Can you sense it at all? This storm is much different from almost any other storm. Its a storm with massive power. And with massive power comes massive consequences.
[Saint nods his head, as he brushes his hair from his face.]
[Sin City Saint] And as this storm brews, the sign of war begins. For this Sunday, marks a day of Armageddon. For this Sunday, marks a day of destruction. As I, along with The Impact Players step into the cage of horrors with one single purpose in mind..........escape. Eric Hardcastle, you are right. If I had my way, I would not be in this cage. If it was my choice, we would not be locked up inside a cage like rabid animals. Trapped with the ultra feeling of hunger and desire creeping deep within. Trapped with only one way of escape. A pride damaging form, but the only way out. To submit. To say the words "I quit." To have to utter words, so powerful, so meaningful. Pride swallowth the man. And myself and The Impact Players are very prideful. Pride before the fall. Pride before the fall.
[Saint wipes his nose, sniffling loudly.]
[Sin City Saint] In my life, I have never uttered those words. Never in my wildest dreams did I even imagine that moment. The moment you turn to your opponent and not only acknowledge him the better wrestler, but the better man. To tell another man, especially a man you despise. A man you piss on for fun, that he is better than you. Better than me? Pride before the fall. But this Sunday, I will not let my pride stand in my way. My pride will stay in tact. And so will the pride of the entire Impact Players. We know pain. We know heart ache. Look at the world champion, Brandon Bailey. Brandon, has suffered immense pain over the last several months. Brandon has been forced to watch his entire family torn to shreds. All of it, completely out of his hands. He tried and tried desperately to hang on. To cling to whatever shred was still remaining. But it was too late. His own sister. His own flesh and blood betrayed him.
[Saint stands up. He brushes the hair from his face and wipes his hands clean along his jeans.]
[Sin City Saint] And Immune, the North American Champion. Immune knows what heart ache is like. Immune lost his best friend. Zmaster, turned his back on Immune. He betrayed his supposed friend. All for his own personal self worth. Zmaster was selfish. He pushed Immune to the side. Pushed him and held him back. He knew Immune was bigger and stronger. He knew Immune was destined for greatness. And that just ate Zmaster up inside. He tore his own self worth into pieces. So Immune did the only thing he could do.......break away from the oppression of Zmaster. Immune turned to The Impact Players and we embraced him. We accepted him, as is. No holding back. Immune is Immune and Zmaster found that out first hand.
[Saint raises his fists into the air.]
[Sin City Saint] These.....these ARE MY WEAPONS! These are the only weapons that I will need to vanquish this so called army. My brothers and I realize what must be done in the war. We recognize what is at stake. We honor our pride and we respect it. Pride cometh before the fall. The war, gentlemen. The war to end all wars this Sunday. I know war better than anyone. My entire life has been nothing but, a war. So Z's Army better be prepared for this war. The same war I fight each and every day. And gentlemen, I promise you.......you will not survive this war. Saint's Honor!
[The Sin City Saint stares intently into the camera. His hair draped over his face. His eyes tell the story of the war he speaks of. His face expresses the emotion. And his clenched fists tell the tail of what must be done.]
[Sin City Saint] There is a storm coming. Can you feel it? Can you smell it? Can you sense it at all? This storm is much different from almost any other storm. Its a storm with massive power. And with massive power comes massive consequences.
[Saint nods his head, as he brushes his hair from his face.]
[Sin City Saint] And as this storm brews, the sign of war begins. For this Sunday, marks a day of Armageddon. For this Sunday, marks a day of destruction. As I, along with The Impact Players step into the cage of horrors with one single purpose in mind..........escape. Eric Hardcastle, you are right. If I had my way, I would not be in this cage. If it was my choice, we would not be locked up inside a cage like rabid animals. Trapped with the ultra feeling of hunger and desire creeping deep within. Trapped with only one way of escape. A pride damaging form, but the only way out. To submit. To say the words "I quit." To have to utter words, so powerful, so meaningful. Pride swallowth the man. And myself and The Impact Players are very prideful. Pride before the fall. Pride before the fall.
[Saint wipes his nose, sniffling loudly.]
[Sin City Saint] In my life, I have never uttered those words. Never in my wildest dreams did I even imagine that moment. The moment you turn to your opponent and not only acknowledge him the better wrestler, but the better man. To tell another man, especially a man you despise. A man you piss on for fun, that he is better than you. Better than me? Pride before the fall. But this Sunday, I will not let my pride stand in my way. My pride will stay in tact. And so will the pride of the entire Impact Players. We know pain. We know heart ache. Look at the world champion, Brandon Bailey. Brandon, has suffered immense pain over the last several months. Brandon has been forced to watch his entire family torn to shreds. All of it, completely out of his hands. He tried and tried desperately to hang on. To cling to whatever shred was still remaining. But it was too late. His own sister. His own flesh and blood betrayed him.
[Saint stands up. He brushes the hair from his face and wipes his hands clean along his jeans.]
[Sin City Saint] And Immune, the North American Champion. Immune knows what heart ache is like. Immune lost his best friend. Zmaster, turned his back on Immune. He betrayed his supposed friend. All for his own personal self worth. Zmaster was selfish. He pushed Immune to the side. Pushed him and held him back. He knew Immune was bigger and stronger. He knew Immune was destined for greatness. And that just ate Zmaster up inside. He tore his own self worth into pieces. So Immune did the only thing he could do.......break away from the oppression of Zmaster. Immune turned to The Impact Players and we embraced him. We accepted him, as is. No holding back. Immune is Immune and Zmaster found that out first hand.
[Saint raises his fists into the air.]
[Sin City Saint] These.....these ARE MY WEAPONS! These are the only weapons that I will need to vanquish this so called army. My brothers and I realize what must be done in the war. We recognize what is at stake. We honor our pride and we respect it. Pride cometh before the fall. The war, gentlemen. The war to end all wars this Sunday. I know war better than anyone. My entire life has been nothing but, a war. So Z's Army better be prepared for this war. The same war I fight each and every day. And gentlemen, I promise you.......you will not survive this war. Saint's Honor!
[The Sin City Saint stares intently into the camera. His hair draped over his face. His eyes tell the story of the war he speaks of. His face expresses the emotion. And his clenched fists tell the tail of what must be done.]
