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 | | Subject: Fire and Drive Mon Jul 02, 2012 5:29 pm | |
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How long was it Dark Angel?
Cole Scorpio fades into view as the inky blackness shows television screens burning to life behind him. They're the only light source, leaving his front unseen. Each screen shows a different moment in Cole's career, including his EHDW and EWF championship wins and various moves and victories.
How long, did you have me doing your dirty work? How long did you have me hurting my friends, hurting the people I call my family? How long was it that my brain wasn't mine? Was it two months? Three? I honestly couldn't tell you. The first third of 2012 is a blank. An entire segment of my life is gone, thanks to you Dark Angel. You took EVERYTHING away from me! You took my mind, my body, my dignity, and the respect that I had earned over the years. And you burned it. You burned away every good deed, every moment I strived to be decent, you poured gasoline on them and lit them ablaze. But I'm free now. I'm free, and I'm angry. I've been angry a very long time indeed Dark Angel.
More TVs come alive, displaying the heinous actions that Cole was forced to commit while brainwashed by Dark Angel. SE Xavier being crippled, Austin Cross being injured so badly he got addicted to drugs and fired, Chris Parks being put out of the wrestling business altogether.
 I've never beaten you before Dark Angel. It's a sick and sad world when that's true, but it is. Dark Angel VS Cole Scorpio has been a decidedly unlucky match-up for me. Add in that my leg is still at the very least very sore, and you're walking into genesis with a distinct advantage. But I won't let that stop me. I won't let that keep me from beating you! I've thrown away every good thing I've ever had in my life, and I'm not throwing this away god dammit! I threw away my EHDW championship so I could make more money, I threw away any chance of reforming AWO myself by giving up on the assholes in charge, I gave up on the girl of my dreams, but worst of all I gave up on my training. I was trained by the best in the world, the REAL best in the world. Bret Hart, Chris Benoit, Antonio Inoki, I have no shortage of trainers. But what do I do with all that training?
NOTHING!
I WASTE MY LIFE!
I get into garbage promotions to make a name for myself, and get sucked down into a hole so deep that I think I'll never get out. I sweat and bleed and tear and destroy and watch as my bones burst out of my skin. I watch as the people who love me tell me to stop what I'm doing. But still, I win match after match after match. Deathmatches, nail matches, hardcore matches, exploding ring matches. I beat Mike Cole after DUMPING HIM OFF THE TITANTRON. I beat Randy Reaume BY SCORPIO BOMBING HIM ONTO A BED OF NAILS.
I'm better than that. I was raised better than that. I was trained better than that.
I earned my nickname "The Motor City Madman" in those days. And I also became known as the "Best in the Universe" during that time. You know why they called me that? To insult me. I was supposed to be IT. I was supposed to be the greatest wrestler of all time, and what do I do? I become a specialist of the cage of death. I become a savant with the barbed wire chair. I'm supposed to be the second coming of Daniel Bryan, Chris Benoit, and the Dynamite Kid combined and I waste my EXISTENCE on the garbage instead.
NO MORE.
That's what I said.
No more.
And now.... now I have to go back.
For one final match, Cole Scorpio returns to his roots.
For one final match, Cole Scorpio becomes the king of the deathmatch.
And that's why I need you to watch.
No matter how gruesome this match becomes, no matter how bloody it gets, no matter how many bones are broken and careers are ended, I urge you viewers. I urge you to order this pay per view. I urge you to watch the death of a man. Not Dark Angel, not Riddick Monix, not Terry Kowalski. I urge you to watch my death, and my rebirth. I urge you watch as I shed the garbage forever in one final outburst of rage and violence that will tear this industry asunder and make it whole again. Like a phoenix, Cole Scorpio and Professional Wrestling will die and be reborn from ashes this weekend.
I can't promise you that I'll win. But I do promise that I'll change everything.
Cole walks away, as the final TV screens blare to life. They are all paused upon a still. A still of Cole Scorpio superkicking Dark Angel.
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