Post by evil on Jul 15, 2011 21:53:19 GMT
Standing out in the parking lot. The camera men filming this entire vignette, if ya will, in black & white. Genesis shown leaning up against the cement wall. Dressed in street clothing. Before he was to leave the arena for the night. He had one last final promo to cut.
"Bravo!" *claps*
Not sure how 'you' did it. But you managed to get everybody talking about you. You've got the whole world looking down on you. Your actions, my friends, have rocked the world more then your words. I have to admit. I'm quite impressed.
Heck, you've even got some goofballs running a Web Show. Specifically all for YOU!
Gotta say, that is good!
But ya know what? None of that?? Really matters to me. What matters most to Genesis is that you, my friend, show up ready for the war of your career. Rest assured. I'm not some punk seven footer. I'm not a mutant eight year old, who curses like a sailor every chance he gets. Nor do I run around in torn clothing. What I am is Genesis. The man everyone hates, but wants to be!
But now, it would seem. Your starting to take that phrase & bestow it upon yourself. Anymore. It seems like you're the one people love to hate. But secretly, aspire to be.
For that. In some ways. I'm proud. Even touched. That you've come this far. Many years ago. When I first laid my eyes on you. I didn't think you could cut the mustard. I really didn't.
Here you were. With that fat ass of a wife. Walking in my Kingdom. You, with those demon eyes, face paint & jet black hair. Before this company came to a sudden hault. Your plans were to make a run for yourself. To possibly, someday, take ME out of this business.
Then.. a short time later. You & I. We had our then, once-in-a-lifetime epic battle. On that day. You were great. You beat me for the championship belt. Suddenly, no more then a month later. How ironic was it. That it was both you, and I. Being shipped out of that same organization. Only because of one thing, and perhaps the ONLY thing... you & I will ever have in common.
We spoke our minds.
We both told the bosses to go fuck themselves.
We both stood up for what WE believed in. What was right, and what was wrong.
On that day. Because of our actions. They held a public execution in our honor. Running our names into the dirt. With the ultimate goal of us never, ever surfacing again.
While you went on to other places. Built your name. Built your legacy. Had an unforgettable run in Chi-Town. For four years. Due to that one, tragic incident. I was forced to go home and sit. Watching, and preparing for what would be my homecoming. Whilst in the meantime. Letting a hired henchman of my father's. Do all the work in my name.
You know how that felt? Do you know what its like... to be on the outside looking in? To see all the success your name has garnished. Only to know that deep down inside. That it really wasn't 'you' that did it?
But you... Your name grew. It became synonymous with professional wrestling. Others may still look down upon you as an underdog. But I? I see you, as something more. When you 'see what I see'. You realize, that the person you watch from the shadows. Is the person you grow to hate the most. Because in so many ways. He's like the person you always wanted to be.
So with that. I bid 'you' a farewell. In time. You & I. We will meet face-to-face. Until my dying breath. I won't stop until I have your career in my hands.
And with that, the camera's fade to black. On what was another startling angle directed to a 'man'. That for many years it would seem. Genesis had a deep-rooted hatred for. Only, a different kind of hatred then he would have for men like The Avenger or Maniac or even Chris Lionheart. To this man. He saw alot of 'him' in this person. But at the same time. He knew. This individual, could be the one.
*END*
"Bravo!" *claps*
Not sure how 'you' did it. But you managed to get everybody talking about you. You've got the whole world looking down on you. Your actions, my friends, have rocked the world more then your words. I have to admit. I'm quite impressed.
Heck, you've even got some goofballs running a Web Show. Specifically all for YOU!
Gotta say, that is good!
But ya know what? None of that?? Really matters to me. What matters most to Genesis is that you, my friend, show up ready for the war of your career. Rest assured. I'm not some punk seven footer. I'm not a mutant eight year old, who curses like a sailor every chance he gets. Nor do I run around in torn clothing. What I am is Genesis. The man everyone hates, but wants to be!
But now, it would seem. Your starting to take that phrase & bestow it upon yourself. Anymore. It seems like you're the one people love to hate. But secretly, aspire to be.
For that. In some ways. I'm proud. Even touched. That you've come this far. Many years ago. When I first laid my eyes on you. I didn't think you could cut the mustard. I really didn't.
Here you were. With that fat ass of a wife. Walking in my Kingdom. You, with those demon eyes, face paint & jet black hair. Before this company came to a sudden hault. Your plans were to make a run for yourself. To possibly, someday, take ME out of this business.
Then.. a short time later. You & I. We had our then, once-in-a-lifetime epic battle. On that day. You were great. You beat me for the championship belt. Suddenly, no more then a month later. How ironic was it. That it was both you, and I. Being shipped out of that same organization. Only because of one thing, and perhaps the ONLY thing... you & I will ever have in common.
We spoke our minds.
We both told the bosses to go fuck themselves.
We both stood up for what WE believed in. What was right, and what was wrong.
On that day. Because of our actions. They held a public execution in our honor. Running our names into the dirt. With the ultimate goal of us never, ever surfacing again.
While you went on to other places. Built your name. Built your legacy. Had an unforgettable run in Chi-Town. For four years. Due to that one, tragic incident. I was forced to go home and sit. Watching, and preparing for what would be my homecoming. Whilst in the meantime. Letting a hired henchman of my father's. Do all the work in my name.
You know how that felt? Do you know what its like... to be on the outside looking in? To see all the success your name has garnished. Only to know that deep down inside. That it really wasn't 'you' that did it?
But you... Your name grew. It became synonymous with professional wrestling. Others may still look down upon you as an underdog. But I? I see you, as something more. When you 'see what I see'. You realize, that the person you watch from the shadows. Is the person you grow to hate the most. Because in so many ways. He's like the person you always wanted to be.
So with that. I bid 'you' a farewell. In time. You & I. We will meet face-to-face. Until my dying breath. I won't stop until I have your career in my hands.
And with that, the camera's fade to black. On what was another startling angle directed to a 'man'. That for many years it would seem. Genesis had a deep-rooted hatred for. Only, a different kind of hatred then he would have for men like The Avenger or Maniac or even Chris Lionheart. To this man. He saw alot of 'him' in this person. But at the same time. He knew. This individual, could be the one.
*END*