Post by Lance Invictus on Oct 22, 2009 14:11:14 GMT -5
Lance: So, I am back again, where I was just earlier this year.
Scene fades in to a darkened room once again with Lance Invictus sitting in front of a television that has snow playing on it. This scene is familar as when we last heard from Lance, he was here. Deep in the room is a light that gives a little luminosity to the room, though it doesn't make much of a difference. He continues.
Lance: About 8 months ago or so, I was in a position to finally ascend to the highest high in the wrestling world, though it would not be. I am not going to go into a history lesson for what happened is a matter of public record. Instead, I am going to show you what history I have with my partner this week, Silvio Megala.
Lance turns towards the television and takes the remote for the VCR player off the top of it. He seems to hit a few buttons, but nothing happens on the television. A frustrated look comes over his face. He attempts again, but to no avail. He becomes more frustrated and tries once last time. Failure. This is the only time you will see Lance Invictus fail at anything, so wrap it around your head.
Lance: Oh wait, that's right Silvio Megoogaloo, we have never faced each other in the ring. Well, I guess there is a first for everything and come this weekend, on Crash TV, there will be a first for me and you, though it is not the set of firsts you think it is. See Megoogaloo, I will hand you a loss and thus preventing you from attaining championship gold yet in another federation where you think you are simply better than everyone else for the plain fact of your money providing you with 'Elite Talent'.
See, I have very little money to throw around at such lavish things like you do. Make no mistake about it, I am slightly jealous at all your monetary success, but look around you, who do you have around you? Neal Steal? Please, that guy isn't worth the hair you cut from your pubic region. Money isn't everything and I wish you could just know that. Yes, it may bring happiness contrary to what 'experts' think. That I will not deny. NIWF paid me handsomely, but I spent it foolishly, hookers for my partners and large screen TV's for my -- women, yes women of my life. Then it all came crashing down. At that point in time, I realized that it wasn't right to let money rule my life and you should be the same as well Silvio, but you're not.
Lance pulls a pack of cigarettes and a light from his pocket. He proceeds to light one and stare off into the distance for a short period of time before he comes back to speaking.
Lance: Somehow, you've been lucky, completely and utterly amazed at how you can last so long riding on your luck. See, back in NIWF, when I was busting my ass day in and day out, you could just walk right in and Jay C would see you and sign you up for a match with implications for gold. See, I could never do that. Do you know how good you had it? Probably not. I would have to hang around this business for years before I commanded that much respect. Then again, you probably have been around here long enough to enable a male announcer to be your special friend. I don't plan to be around that long, just long enough to be remembered is my goal.
Lance pauses, takes a few pulls from his cigarette and continues to speak.
Lance: It has been a long time coming, almost three years before I will be able to say something I thought I was going to say earlier this year. Soon, all the pain, injuries and shortcomings will finally not matter. Soon, I will be PWR's first Heavyweight champion. I will be the model that everyone looks up to be. I couldn't reach the pedestal in UWO as it closed down. I couldn't reach the heights I wanted to in HGW due to Eric Omega blocking me. Then there was NIWF, we all know that Jay C and his gay partner, Aaron stopped me. If I could prove to you how hard I took it, I would, but I can't. All I can say is that it took me this long to step back into a ring, a ring I trusted at one point in time. Now, to me it resembles more of a living hell, though that will all be vanquished once I become the new golden standard.
Lance flicks the cigarette over his shoulders in to the semi-darkness. The ember glows for a few seconds before going dark.
Lance: Silvio Megoogaloo, it is time for us to finally lock horns. I know there are very few people who would have thought we'd ever stand in the ring against each other. It was more that people thought we weren't on the same level. It was probably perceived as you were better than I, but that is not the case. That hasn't been the case for a long time. You are someone who is holding on by the skin of your teeth in a business that is trully cutthroat. I'll tell you this, you can bring everything you want into this match, but it truly won't help you. Over time, our status' in this business has truly changed. See you once were what we like to call the predator and I was once what we call the prey. You would chase after competitors like me incessantly to achieve easy wins to pad your statistics. Well good friend, those times have changed. You have been basically been put out to pasture and been labeled as prey while I have usurped your role as predator. This is a new time and a new game. You truly don't have the ability to keep up with someone like me and you never did, so this should be an easy affair. Don't make this hard on yourself, just give me the title so we can both walk out happy.
Slight Pause
Lance: Silvio, You havee been weighed, You have been measured and you have been found wanting. In what world could you ever beat me?
Scene fades out. El Fin
Scene fades in to a darkened room once again with Lance Invictus sitting in front of a television that has snow playing on it. This scene is familar as when we last heard from Lance, he was here. Deep in the room is a light that gives a little luminosity to the room, though it doesn't make much of a difference. He continues.
Lance: About 8 months ago or so, I was in a position to finally ascend to the highest high in the wrestling world, though it would not be. I am not going to go into a history lesson for what happened is a matter of public record. Instead, I am going to show you what history I have with my partner this week, Silvio Megala.
Lance turns towards the television and takes the remote for the VCR player off the top of it. He seems to hit a few buttons, but nothing happens on the television. A frustrated look comes over his face. He attempts again, but to no avail. He becomes more frustrated and tries once last time. Failure. This is the only time you will see Lance Invictus fail at anything, so wrap it around your head.
Lance: Oh wait, that's right Silvio Megoogaloo, we have never faced each other in the ring. Well, I guess there is a first for everything and come this weekend, on Crash TV, there will be a first for me and you, though it is not the set of firsts you think it is. See Megoogaloo, I will hand you a loss and thus preventing you from attaining championship gold yet in another federation where you think you are simply better than everyone else for the plain fact of your money providing you with 'Elite Talent'.
See, I have very little money to throw around at such lavish things like you do. Make no mistake about it, I am slightly jealous at all your monetary success, but look around you, who do you have around you? Neal Steal? Please, that guy isn't worth the hair you cut from your pubic region. Money isn't everything and I wish you could just know that. Yes, it may bring happiness contrary to what 'experts' think. That I will not deny. NIWF paid me handsomely, but I spent it foolishly, hookers for my partners and large screen TV's for my -- women, yes women of my life. Then it all came crashing down. At that point in time, I realized that it wasn't right to let money rule my life and you should be the same as well Silvio, but you're not.
Lance pulls a pack of cigarettes and a light from his pocket. He proceeds to light one and stare off into the distance for a short period of time before he comes back to speaking.
Lance: Somehow, you've been lucky, completely and utterly amazed at how you can last so long riding on your luck. See, back in NIWF, when I was busting my ass day in and day out, you could just walk right in and Jay C would see you and sign you up for a match with implications for gold. See, I could never do that. Do you know how good you had it? Probably not. I would have to hang around this business for years before I commanded that much respect. Then again, you probably have been around here long enough to enable a male announcer to be your special friend. I don't plan to be around that long, just long enough to be remembered is my goal.
Lance pauses, takes a few pulls from his cigarette and continues to speak.
Lance: It has been a long time coming, almost three years before I will be able to say something I thought I was going to say earlier this year. Soon, all the pain, injuries and shortcomings will finally not matter. Soon, I will be PWR's first Heavyweight champion. I will be the model that everyone looks up to be. I couldn't reach the pedestal in UWO as it closed down. I couldn't reach the heights I wanted to in HGW due to Eric Omega blocking me. Then there was NIWF, we all know that Jay C and his gay partner, Aaron stopped me. If I could prove to you how hard I took it, I would, but I can't. All I can say is that it took me this long to step back into a ring, a ring I trusted at one point in time. Now, to me it resembles more of a living hell, though that will all be vanquished once I become the new golden standard.
Lance flicks the cigarette over his shoulders in to the semi-darkness. The ember glows for a few seconds before going dark.
Lance: Silvio Megoogaloo, it is time for us to finally lock horns. I know there are very few people who would have thought we'd ever stand in the ring against each other. It was more that people thought we weren't on the same level. It was probably perceived as you were better than I, but that is not the case. That hasn't been the case for a long time. You are someone who is holding on by the skin of your teeth in a business that is trully cutthroat. I'll tell you this, you can bring everything you want into this match, but it truly won't help you. Over time, our status' in this business has truly changed. See you once were what we like to call the predator and I was once what we call the prey. You would chase after competitors like me incessantly to achieve easy wins to pad your statistics. Well good friend, those times have changed. You have been basically been put out to pasture and been labeled as prey while I have usurped your role as predator. This is a new time and a new game. You truly don't have the ability to keep up with someone like me and you never did, so this should be an easy affair. Don't make this hard on yourself, just give me the title so we can both walk out happy.
Slight Pause
Lance: Silvio, You havee been weighed, You have been measured and you have been found wanting. In what world could you ever beat me?
Scene fades out. El Fin