Post by Alex Martinez on Aug 15, 2006 15:02:01 GMT -5
[[People always assume that they can be whatever they want. They assume that whenever they want, they can change and just be something else. Something they’re not. Alex’s face contorts with a strange sort of smile, a knowing laugh. The camera pans out to show Martinez—clad in blue jeans and a black “Better Than You” t-shirt—sitting inside a room, much like Deamon Cohln was. He runs his hand through his hair but he doesn’t rise, lifting his gaze to the camera. It’s quiet in the area, indicating that nobody’s inhabiting these cells.]]
[[Alex has never had to pay a debt to society. He’s never had to come in here and brood, never had to rest behind bars for something he’s done. There are certainly instances where, if reported, he could have gone to jail. Fortunately, he’s managed to escape imprisonment each time by the sheer pride of the other party. Still, Alex would not look at it as a learning experience. It’s an incredible cliché the jail is, seen as a tool on which to improve instead of a punishment. He laughs to himself as he thinks on that, trying to imagine using a jail to improve oneself.]]
[[He raises his chin and sets his jaw, looking straight at the camera. In just two days is the match that could launch a new point in Alex’s career. This cell is what he was in before, and he’s always fought to be out. He, in terms of his career, is claustrophobic. Alex can’t say the same for his opponents, though, as they comes into these places to brood, to formulate where their career is going next. They both are gimmick match gurus, having fought in hellacious battles that have done nothing but bring the United States championship into a rut of mediocrity. Cage match? It's the same as jail to Alex. And Alex could never treat this place as somewhere that he breeds his character, somewhere where he finds who he is. Deamon Cohln and many other people sit inside jail cells, empty buildings, yelling and screaming, and speak about how they been screwed into becoming the monster they are. Alex Martinez can’t talk about it like that. The jail doesn’t represent him and he hopes it never will.]]
Alex Martinez: “Deamon, it's amazing how the more you run your mouth, the less people respect you as a wrestler. Deamon, the thing that you don’t understand about monsters is that you, in being a monster, cannot be who you are. Deamon Cohln would have to cease to exist totally for you to be what you claim. You have a dream of becoming a world champion..a false hope..a shining star that upon impact with reveal itself as a crashing meteor of reality. But still, you have that dream...you’re not going to throw that all away, and that’s why you’ll never be a monster. It’s not so much that you can’t change, it’s that you don’t understand the whole scope of the idea and you’re not prepared to do what it takes to change. You were never willing to hurt anybody, you never tore anyone to pieces.
The day I believe that you killed a man is the day I put a gun to my head, Deamon Cohln. It’s the day I tell you all it’s over for me and I fucking blow my brains to hell.
For a second, though, let’s assume you were a monster. What difference would that make? You could never be more of a monster than, say, Dycen Rude, 5 time XDW World Heavyweight Champion, and we all know that I beat him. I’m sure you spent all your time retiring wrestlers like I did, right, Cohln? No, you didn’t. You did none of that and you’ll never do any of it. Be your monster, growl like a monster. Stand like a monster. In the end, you’ll get what the monsters always got: Beaten.
You may have paid your debt to society, followed all the rules, and now turned in the monster known as bitchy mcbitcherson about not getting a title shot. Good for you Deamon, but do monsters believe they have a debt to society? Since when did monsters believe in society? You’re the one who has it all wrong, Deamon, and wrapped up in trying to call yourself a monster, you don’t even realize it. I’m urging you to give up this monster shit and go back to what you were. Go back to being at least marginally successful, Cohln, because all you’re doing is making me angry.
You see, before I got to Lockdown last Thursday, I thought this week I'd simply have a match. Not a title match. Not a cage match. But now it’s a lesson. It’s a lesson in ethics and in common sense. It’s a lesson in what exactly is a monster. You can shoot out of the gates all snarling and whatever, but you can never be that, and I aim to show you that you can’t.
Do not think because I let you out of the Canadian Crossface last thursday that I'll be so forgiving this time around. I have no time for waiting for the monster to arrive. If you show up in the cell, I will break you. I will defeat you. I will show you that the goddam truth is simply this...I am better than you.”
[[Alex rises finally, exiting the room. He paces around on the open floor, rubbing the back of his neck. He doesn’t know what to say to all these delusions except what he’s said before. Deamon Cohln was a man he respected, but he’s thrown that all away. And to whom?]]
Alex Martinez: “It would be unwise to go into this match focusing just on Cohln, because after all, you are just a man, and not this monster you so aim to become. But the other man in the ring, for present time only, is more than just a man. He is a champion. He is the one walking into the arena with the belt.
But I'm the one walking out with it.
Bard, I know you’ve been preparing a long time for a match like this. You’ve met with friends, thought of what your enemies have said, you’ve sought outside help. You’ve looked at this match as your whole career, and that’s how you need to look at it all. But you look at it entirely the wrong way. You’re looking at it as the focal point, the point where you change everything. You look at it as the point where you will begin to thrive upon a feeling of power. That’s not how you should look at it.
It should be the springboard by which you get to a new point in your career. You want to thrive on a feeling of power?
... no, no, I won’t go there. It’s too easy. What I’m trying to say is that you want all this power, a position that you’ve never been in before. You could never handle power, even if this game could give it to you. Even if this business could give you any semblance of real power, you couldn’t use it.
You will walk into that ring with two focuses: Keeping your title and proving your as good a champion as we have. Both of them futile, at least for you, both of them idiotic and useless in the end. I, on the other hand, will be walking in with two focuses: Winning the United States title and beating your ass. And I think you know which one will be more prevalent on that night.
You will wave your pennant, the pennant that represents your beast. You could come down sporting all kinds of monster gear like Deamon Cohln. It won’t change anything. You’re still going to be Willie Bard, wanna be Rockstar, fluke champion, and soon to be ex-champion. But wave that flag, hold it up high, Bard. Because if you’re gonna lose, you might as well go down fighting.
You talk about things you haven’t any business talking about. You want to unleash something at Lockdown, Bard and Cohln? By all means, bring it. I’ll beat it. You want to get your power? You’re going to have to go through me. You want to bring your blood, your sweat, your tears, your rage to Lockdown? By all means, bring it on, you two, because in the end...
I’m STILL going to fucking OWN YOU!!!”[/b]
[[Alex looks at the camera with an angry expression on his face. He then walks past the camera, his sneakers making odd thunks on the floor. Deamon Cohln was a man who had gone through so much to fool himself. Willie Bard was a man following in his footsteps. But neither one understands the full ramifications of stepping in that cage Thursday night....and it will end up biting them in the ass.]]
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