Post by Axle on May 17, 2016 12:11:30 GMT -6
Round one complete. Round two? Ready and waiting.
The scene opens up to Axle in his Suite at the Miami Four Seasons. He has a sharp white Michael Kors suit on with a black dress shirt underneath and a white tie to match the suit. A football signed by Dan Marino occupies his right hand while his left is resting on the desk he is sitting at.
Pasts..everyone has one. Whether it's a good one, a bad one, or a straight up ugly one...everyone comes from somewhere. Pasts like the one Raziel has, while it is sad to hear, it's exactly that. The past.
Axle readjusts the football in his hand so that his hand is grasping the pointy end. He throws it up and down, being careful not to drop it as it returns to his hand.
Yes, he had to hold down three jobs. I get it. Why bitch over it now though? If you don't like your past why bring it up? To get people to feel sorry for you? That's something I will never understand.
Axle sets the football down on the desk and scoots his chair he has been sitting in out from under the desk. Axle gets up from the chair and walks over to the mini-bar and pours himself a glass of wine. He takes a sip then walks back to the desk he was sitting at.
Myself, yes I had a rough past as well. While I wasn't living on the streets like Raziel said he was, I didn't come from a good home either. Do you hear me bitching about it though? No, because why talk about something, or bring something up that you can't change? Especially if it's something that horrible. I want to know, you say that you haven't made much of your past known. Yet here you are talking about it. Which one is it? Do you not want people to know about it? If so, why did you make it public?
Axle sloshes the wine around in his glass and takes a whiff of the fragrant drink. He closes his eyes, lets out a smile, then takes a sip of the dreaming tree wine.
Heaven in a bottle right here.
Axle takes another sip and focuses his attention back on Raziel.
I have a question for you Raziel. If you came from such a bad past, why haven't you tried to help the veterans, and homeless children? There are human beings out there that are in worse conditions than you were. I can guarantee it. Yet you swear you had it bad and the world didn't like you. Have you ever thought of it the other way around? That because you hated the world and things around you it could have possibly made things worse for you?
Axle takes another sip of his wine as a knock on the door is heard. He walks over, wine glass still in hand and opens the suite door.
ROOM SERVICE!
Axle takes the cart that was brought up to him and tips the waiter that brought it up. He takes the cart over to the desk, takes off the silver lid as he sits down. A Filet Mignon is revealed under the table. Medium Rare of course. Axle looks at the steak and sits his wine glass down as he picks up a fork and knife and cuts into the steak.
Perfectly cooked.
Axle takes a bite of the tender meat then swallows.
Where was I? Oh yes, your past still. You had three jobs...grueling peasant work as you call it. Again, there are people out there who still do those jobs. Yet you act like because you did them they were just so horrible. That makes me wonder. How bad of a past did you really have? The way I see it, is if you did do grueling, hard work that you would have respect for those people instead of calling it peasant work. What did you expect to get as a teenager? A one hundred thousand dollar a year job?
Axle takes another sip of the fragrant wine, then takes another bite of the steak. He swallows then looks at the camera with a smile.
It's ungrateful people like you that make the hard workers in this world look bad. You bitch and moan about your life. How you had it so bad, how you had to overcome all the odds. Oh no mommy, the world was against me! Grow up. Look at the steel workers, look at the people who do the real dirty jobs. Who work twelve hours a day every day just to survive and feed their families. Yea, you had it rough as a child but they are working their asses off doing real hard work and you sit here and talk about your childhood. Your breed of human beings is what makes other wrestlers look bad. They see you and they think all wrestlers have to be like that. Any wrestler or entertainer for that matter that has made it through bad times as a child must be self absorbed.
Axle takes the last drink of his wine along with the last bite of his Filet. He gets up from his chair, walks over and leans on the mini-bar with his right arm on the counter as he sets his glass down and pours another glass of wine.
You're forty years old. You've been in this business a long time. Yet you still act like a damn child who has lost his mother. You pride yourself on ending peoples careers, and on trying to make people feel sorry for you. You aren't a part of your first federations Hall of Legends and you wonder why...maybe it's the fact that you love ending people. You love trying to use your past as a crutch to have a legitimate reason to do what you do. That doesn't fly with me though.
Axle takes another sip of his glass of the Dreaming Tree wine then sets it down on the counter. He smiles as it runs down his throat.
You claim that there is no such thing as a person that can be close to you....hmmm wonder why? It's not because they don't exist, it's because you are such an arrogant dickhead that you push everyone away from you. You don't know how to have a friend. Whose fault is that? Let me guess. It can't be yours. You have done nothing wrong. People regret meeting you because of the fact you are arrogant. You are an asshole. You don't respect anyone that may be “lesser” than you. Which makes you a sorry excuse of a person. Am I an asshole? Yes, I can be. I don't go around and act like because people may not be as fortunate as I have been that they are lesser. I don't call jobs that the working man takes peasant jobs. Why? Because I was there once. I know what it's like to have to work hard. Twelve hour days. If you actually had a past like you SAY you have you would know what that's like also. That makes me question the validity of anything you say about a past that you might have had.
Axle picks up his wine glass then proceeds to walk over to the California King bed in the master bedroom of the suite. He sits down on the foot of the bed and takes a sip of his wine then switches the glass to his right hand.
Young posers. That's what you want to call the up and comers in this business. What happens when I take you out in round two of this tournament? Will it just be an excuse that you weren't ready? If you haven't noticed EWC, the fed I represent, is the ONLY company that got every, single, one of our representatives to the round of thirty-two. That isn't coincidence, we may have a lot of young people, but none of us are push-overs. You will find that out soon enough, Raziel. Not even the great Gavin Grimes made it to round two and he was supposed to be one of the favorites to make it far in this tournament. When it comes down to it, only the best of the best make it in this dangerous world of wrestling. While you have been around for a while it seems. You are no match for the likes of The Arch-Angel. The future of the EWC.
Axle takes one last drink of his wine before focusing on the camera.
Raziel. You are the definition of hypocrisy. You said in your clubs you like to let everyone feel like a V.I.P., yet you bash on the work they do. Once a hypocrite, always a hypocrite though. Which is why you won't be making it out of round two. You were once an up and comer, and it's time for you to exit stage left and fade off into the distance. This is my Manifest Destiny.
The scene fades out as Axle lets out a grin.
The scene opens up to Axle in his Suite at the Miami Four Seasons. He has a sharp white Michael Kors suit on with a black dress shirt underneath and a white tie to match the suit. A football signed by Dan Marino occupies his right hand while his left is resting on the desk he is sitting at.
Pasts..everyone has one. Whether it's a good one, a bad one, or a straight up ugly one...everyone comes from somewhere. Pasts like the one Raziel has, while it is sad to hear, it's exactly that. The past.
Axle readjusts the football in his hand so that his hand is grasping the pointy end. He throws it up and down, being careful not to drop it as it returns to his hand.
Yes, he had to hold down three jobs. I get it. Why bitch over it now though? If you don't like your past why bring it up? To get people to feel sorry for you? That's something I will never understand.
Axle sets the football down on the desk and scoots his chair he has been sitting in out from under the desk. Axle gets up from the chair and walks over to the mini-bar and pours himself a glass of wine. He takes a sip then walks back to the desk he was sitting at.
Myself, yes I had a rough past as well. While I wasn't living on the streets like Raziel said he was, I didn't come from a good home either. Do you hear me bitching about it though? No, because why talk about something, or bring something up that you can't change? Especially if it's something that horrible. I want to know, you say that you haven't made much of your past known. Yet here you are talking about it. Which one is it? Do you not want people to know about it? If so, why did you make it public?
Axle sloshes the wine around in his glass and takes a whiff of the fragrant drink. He closes his eyes, lets out a smile, then takes a sip of the dreaming tree wine.
Heaven in a bottle right here.
Axle takes another sip and focuses his attention back on Raziel.
I have a question for you Raziel. If you came from such a bad past, why haven't you tried to help the veterans, and homeless children? There are human beings out there that are in worse conditions than you were. I can guarantee it. Yet you swear you had it bad and the world didn't like you. Have you ever thought of it the other way around? That because you hated the world and things around you it could have possibly made things worse for you?
Axle takes another sip of his wine as a knock on the door is heard. He walks over, wine glass still in hand and opens the suite door.
ROOM SERVICE!
Axle takes the cart that was brought up to him and tips the waiter that brought it up. He takes the cart over to the desk, takes off the silver lid as he sits down. A Filet Mignon is revealed under the table. Medium Rare of course. Axle looks at the steak and sits his wine glass down as he picks up a fork and knife and cuts into the steak.
Perfectly cooked.
Axle takes a bite of the tender meat then swallows.
Where was I? Oh yes, your past still. You had three jobs...grueling peasant work as you call it. Again, there are people out there who still do those jobs. Yet you act like because you did them they were just so horrible. That makes me wonder. How bad of a past did you really have? The way I see it, is if you did do grueling, hard work that you would have respect for those people instead of calling it peasant work. What did you expect to get as a teenager? A one hundred thousand dollar a year job?
Axle takes another sip of the fragrant wine, then takes another bite of the steak. He swallows then looks at the camera with a smile.
It's ungrateful people like you that make the hard workers in this world look bad. You bitch and moan about your life. How you had it so bad, how you had to overcome all the odds. Oh no mommy, the world was against me! Grow up. Look at the steel workers, look at the people who do the real dirty jobs. Who work twelve hours a day every day just to survive and feed their families. Yea, you had it rough as a child but they are working their asses off doing real hard work and you sit here and talk about your childhood. Your breed of human beings is what makes other wrestlers look bad. They see you and they think all wrestlers have to be like that. Any wrestler or entertainer for that matter that has made it through bad times as a child must be self absorbed.
Axle takes the last drink of his wine along with the last bite of his Filet. He gets up from his chair, walks over and leans on the mini-bar with his right arm on the counter as he sets his glass down and pours another glass of wine.
You're forty years old. You've been in this business a long time. Yet you still act like a damn child who has lost his mother. You pride yourself on ending peoples careers, and on trying to make people feel sorry for you. You aren't a part of your first federations Hall of Legends and you wonder why...maybe it's the fact that you love ending people. You love trying to use your past as a crutch to have a legitimate reason to do what you do. That doesn't fly with me though.
Axle takes another sip of his glass of the Dreaming Tree wine then sets it down on the counter. He smiles as it runs down his throat.
You claim that there is no such thing as a person that can be close to you....hmmm wonder why? It's not because they don't exist, it's because you are such an arrogant dickhead that you push everyone away from you. You don't know how to have a friend. Whose fault is that? Let me guess. It can't be yours. You have done nothing wrong. People regret meeting you because of the fact you are arrogant. You are an asshole. You don't respect anyone that may be “lesser” than you. Which makes you a sorry excuse of a person. Am I an asshole? Yes, I can be. I don't go around and act like because people may not be as fortunate as I have been that they are lesser. I don't call jobs that the working man takes peasant jobs. Why? Because I was there once. I know what it's like to have to work hard. Twelve hour days. If you actually had a past like you SAY you have you would know what that's like also. That makes me question the validity of anything you say about a past that you might have had.
Axle picks up his wine glass then proceeds to walk over to the California King bed in the master bedroom of the suite. He sits down on the foot of the bed and takes a sip of his wine then switches the glass to his right hand.
Young posers. That's what you want to call the up and comers in this business. What happens when I take you out in round two of this tournament? Will it just be an excuse that you weren't ready? If you haven't noticed EWC, the fed I represent, is the ONLY company that got every, single, one of our representatives to the round of thirty-two. That isn't coincidence, we may have a lot of young people, but none of us are push-overs. You will find that out soon enough, Raziel. Not even the great Gavin Grimes made it to round two and he was supposed to be one of the favorites to make it far in this tournament. When it comes down to it, only the best of the best make it in this dangerous world of wrestling. While you have been around for a while it seems. You are no match for the likes of The Arch-Angel. The future of the EWC.
Axle takes one last drink of his wine before focusing on the camera.
Raziel. You are the definition of hypocrisy. You said in your clubs you like to let everyone feel like a V.I.P., yet you bash on the work they do. Once a hypocrite, always a hypocrite though. Which is why you won't be making it out of round two. You were once an up and comer, and it's time for you to exit stage left and fade off into the distance. This is my Manifest Destiny.
The scene fades out as Axle lets out a grin.
