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| ::Is it worth it anymore...?:: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ :::Our scene opens up, and all we see is black. Then, from out of nowhere, a small light appears, flickering, but still breaking up the darkness. The light moves up, and reveals the chin of someone, a man, lighting a cigarette. All of a sudden, the screen is filled with light, and the face of Scotty, James Edwards' manager, appears. He puts the lighter down, as the camera moves away from Scotty. The room behind him is untidy, to say the least. A door in the back corner of the room opens, and James stands there. He looks rough; bags under his eyes, hair messed up, and worst of all, no smile.::: James: Power's back. Scotty: Yeah, I noticed. James: Oh...well, I'm going back to bed. Scotty: James, you know you can't. You have a match against Araknis tommorow. James: Ooh, like I can give a damn. Tell me why I should go Scot, so I can lose? Scotty: James, you know that isn't tru-- James: JUST SHUT THE [BEEP] UP! Scotty: Come on man, I know this is tough right now, but things will pick up! And me and Sue are getting worried about you, man. James: I know, I know, I'm sorry...but what's left for me here? TW-[beep]in'-W has left me behind. I'm washed-up at 23, Scot! I can't go on like this. Week after week, I lose. This can't go on. I make claims about me winning, but when push comes to shove, I can't keep up. I guess, Scot, that I'm just no good. Scotty: For Christ's sake man, you know you are! You know Swift had a say in employing you, so he must have saw your talent! James: Scot, Swift is insane, remember? He's locked away. Scotty: Point well taken. But c'mon man, you have fans, right? James: Fans? Don't make me sick. See that pile over there? :::He points to a pile of envelopes on the table, all opened.::: Those aren't fans. They're my enemies. All of them, hate mail, death threats, and if I'm lucky, the occasional gas bill. I'm sick of it man, sick of it! These people want me to leave, to shrivel up somewhere, and die! They don't want me on their screens, they want me dead! Scotty: So that's it? Just because some people you don't know want you to leave, you will? Just because some people you have no idea of the pressure of the ring want you to get the Hell outta here, you're gonna comply? Damn it James, I thought you were bigger than that... James: I [BEEP]IN' AM! Scotty: Well prove it to me, James. Show me you're better than that. Beat Araknis, and get back on track! James: Damnit, of course I'm going to beat Araknis! If that punk thinks he can impress people by forgetting my name, then let him continue! Because tommorow, I'll be the one impressing people! Araknis, do you have any idea of what it's like to be me? To have the reputation of "The guy who gets put through tables"? Damnit, it's sheer Hell! A few hundred letters a day, telling me to die! A few thousand letters a week, telling me to quit discracing a TWW ring! Think about that, Arkanis, then think about what state of mind I'll be in when we meet. That's right, not a very stable one. I swear, if you so much as look at me the wrong way, I will rip your head off. If you think I'm bluffing, just try it Arkanis, just try it. I'm too frustrated, annoyed, confused to care. I don't care about winning, I don't care about getting payed, all I care about is gett revenge. Revenge on the people that have written me off, have said things behind my back, made fun of me, put me through [beep]ing tables! You guys make think this is funny, but when I start destroying each and everyone of you, you won't be laughing, damnit! The only person so far to give me the slightest encouragment is Chris Matthews. So Chris, good [beep]ing luck in your match. But I guess that now his slight respect for me has disappeared. It's just "James Edwards, oh, I thought he would be good...glad I didn't stake money on it!" Do you know how much that hurts, when people doubt me? Do you know how much it hurts, when people just forget about me? I've taken all I can handle, and now I'm about to dish some [beep] out myself! I don't need a tag team partner, like some people. I don't need a stable. I just need the chance to prove myself once and for all! I really thought I could beat Dysan, but somehow, it was snatched away from me. I honestly thought that I could put Smasher through the table with a hurricanrana, but obviously, I was high on ignorance. And that resulted in my 6th loss, damnit! Smasher, you might want to correct yourself. I'm not the only person with a record like mine. Look at Corx! Here's a guy who was at the top for a while, but now has the same record of James Edwards. Makes me laugh, really...but if soeone who started off so well can fall down, then why not the other way round? There's no reason why not, and that's exactly why I'll be beating Araknis. Araknis, you're of Chinese descent, and come from New York. A bit of variety in your blood, and you think that's gonna make you win? Hell, I'm 100% English, so if it went on backgrounds, I'd win hands down! Do you know, I asked Kris Cole to do a check-up on your wrestling history, and he came back empty handed? What's up with that, Spiderman? Why so secretive? Something to hide? Maybe it's the fact that you're just a fancy name, with a fancy gimmick, and you can just about get along on that. But me, I have real talent, but yet where's my [beep]ing push? Nowadays you can't get by without a gimmick, or without being from America! Take Shawn Chase, for example. Sure, he has talent, but is he really World title material? I think not. But yet, slap the word "America" on a birth certificate, and you've got a belt around your waist. Then we have Snake Eyes. Not much talent here...just a fancy rubber suit, and he gets the Cruiser Weight Title. Snake Eyes, after I run through my 8-legged opponent, you're next, remember that! But Araknis, as of now, I am truly unstoppable. And now, finally, we are entering into the New-Edwards-Era. I made a fake promise, obviously, last time. But now, this is it. Leary, you can do whatever you want to stop me. Why don't you book a few more tables into my career? God knows, I've grown quite fond of them! Miranda, you wanna come deal the joker to me? Throw me in a few more matches against Dysan? Then go right ahead. I've grown pretty used to the big guy now anyway. As I've said, this is it. This is crunch time, in my own little world. Even if it is a warped world. Lord knows, I've been thrown through pieces of wood enough to be a little odd. Spidey, bring what you want to the ring; weapons, animals, MAry-Jane, hell, bring Venom, I'm still going to get my hand raised, and go on to face, and beat, Snake Eyes. And that is the final word! :::Scene fades to black::: ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ::Done, aaaand done. Spiderman is sure going to be surprised at Lightning!:: |
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