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WWS Death Proof 12/6/11: Tyler Angel vs. Michael Black
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--The Beginning: Let Me Step Into Your Mind--
The cameras are in a pretty weird, however pretty big room. The light is very weak, thus the room is pretty dark. The walls of the room are decorated by famous paintings and Christian items, perhaps the one who lives in this room, or this house has strong faith in God. The floor of the room is covered by a massive, huge, thick carpet in black, red and white. In the middle of the room, a huge chair, well, a huge throne let's say is placed. The camera films the door that slowly opens and a man's silhouette is shown. The man walks into the room, and sits on the throne. However the light is still dark, and we don't see his face. Something similar to a spotlight, well not similar, it IS a spotlight is suddenly on. It lightens the man, whose face we are watching at the moment. The man starts smiling. The man wears a tight black shirt, and some silver and golden necklaces are hanging from his neck; he also has tight black jeans and white sneakers. He has long, black hair and big black eyes. He stares at the camera for a while and starts talking.
Who do people believe in? Gods, other people and miracles. People let other people affect their minds and opinions. Very often a well said word can be stronger than thousand guns and bullets. A word can kill, a word can make you laugh, smile, cry, grin, it can produce anger and it can make you sad. A word can change your life, and it can change very often the whole world. Is it really necessary? Imagine, imagine, Lord is upon us. He watches you, he watches what do you do and he watches your actions as well. He in fact does for you everything you do. He controls you, and he gave you your life. Close your eyes now and ask yourself: are you thankful? You aren't. In the past few years, people have been murdering, torturing other people and what's even worse, they have committed suicide several times. With that being said, you people should be ashamed of yourselves. You don't respect what you gain. What you gain as a gift from your Lord and what you gain from others.
The man looks at the floor and ironically laughs. He looks again at the cameras now.
I am an Angel, you know. To be more precise, I am Tyler Angel. I am the Chosen One to be perfect at everything. Chosen by God himself. No other human being on this planet can do things that I can do. It's because I have stronger willpower than anyone on this planet. Stronger faith as well. With the mental strength I possess I can enter people's minds. Not only their, but mine as well. Do you know that people everyday use only 5% of their mind capacity? Look at it like this: you can create whatever you want to create. When you're dreaming, you create yourself a world, right? That is when you use about 15% of your mind capacity. If you would use more, the world would be original. By this you use now, you still make worlds, but only from your memory. You connect fragments of your memory and thus make new, more suitable worlds for you when you're dreaming. Now look at the ground and try to shut down yourself. Concentrate at one point, yet at nothing else. Imagine something, let's say imagine a building, construct it in your mind. Can you make an original one? At this point you can. With those 5% you can't. You will again make buildings from what have you seen before. And now think about that you make a whole new world with 15%. What can you then do with 100%? You can make yourself anything you want and you can control things and gain never before seen abilities. I am the chosen one to control my full mind. I can do whatever I want, literally. Can you? You can't. This is why God sent me down here: to save you. Let me enter your minds and make you do never before done things. Believe in me. Have faith.
Angel now stands up from the throne and walks around the room. He stops at one point and continues.
No. I am not here to be WWI's owner or it's general manager. I'm not here to be a psychologist, not at all. Why I am here is to show you that I can do anything and be perfect at anything I want to be perfect at. Wrestling is a thing I was watching since I was 5 years old. I have lived in Miami, in a small house in the suburbs. I was eating my cereal and suddenly boom. I saw wrestling. What those men did was breathtaking for me. It was however before God talked to me and told me that I am the Chosen Savior, The Symbol of Perfection, but still at that point I could control the 5% of my mind capacity so I was imagining myself one day in that very ring, fighting for the gold. Nobody believed me. I believed though. I had faith and that was the key to success. I never gave up and believed in my dream. Years after that I have started doing wrestling and kept improving. I was never even in an indy wrestling federation, I was only doing so called backyard wrestling, yet my skills were, are and always will be breathtaking. This week on Wreckage, I will live my dream. I will have my debut and destroy Michael Black. He may be a mastermind, a man of the darkness, from who's body demons come out, he may be a threat for the roster, but his mindpower isn't anywhere close to mine. In a second I can put him down. By skills, or by mind strength. Have faith. Believe in me. I am the future. See you later. My name is Tyler Angel.
With those words, the scene is closed and the man known as Tyler Angel along with his room fade to black. It is probably because the cameras are shut. We fade to another segment.
--End of Scene--
The cameras are in a pretty weird, however pretty big room. The light is very weak, thus the room is pretty dark. The walls of the room are decorated by famous paintings and Christian items, perhaps the one who lives in this room, or this house has strong faith in God. The floor of the room is covered by a massive, huge, thick carpet in black, red and white. In the middle of the room, a huge chair, well, a huge throne let's say is placed. The camera films the door that slowly opens and a man's silhouette is shown. The man walks into the room, and sits on the throne. However the light is still dark, and we don't see his face. Something similar to a spotlight, well not similar, it IS a spotlight is suddenly on. It lightens the man, whose face we are watching at the moment. The man starts smiling. The man wears a tight black shirt, and some silver and golden necklaces are hanging from his neck; he also has tight black jeans and white sneakers. He has long, black hair and big black eyes. He stares at the camera for a while and starts talking.
Who do people believe in? Gods, other people and miracles. People let other people affect their minds and opinions. Very often a well said word can be stronger than thousand guns and bullets. A word can kill, a word can make you laugh, smile, cry, grin, it can produce anger and it can make you sad. A word can change your life, and it can change very often the whole world. Is it really necessary? Imagine, imagine, Lord is upon us. He watches you, he watches what do you do and he watches your actions as well. He in fact does for you everything you do. He controls you, and he gave you your life. Close your eyes now and ask yourself: are you thankful? You aren't. In the past few years, people have been murdering, torturing other people and what's even worse, they have committed suicide several times. With that being said, you people should be ashamed of yourselves. You don't respect what you gain. What you gain as a gift from your Lord and what you gain from others.
The man looks at the floor and ironically laughs. He looks again at the cameras now.
I am an Angel, you know. To be more precise, I am Tyler Angel. I am the Chosen One to be perfect at everything. Chosen by God himself. No other human being on this planet can do things that I can do. It's because I have stronger willpower than anyone on this planet. Stronger faith as well. With the mental strength I possess I can enter people's minds. Not only their, but mine as well. Do you know that people everyday use only 5% of their mind capacity? Look at it like this: you can create whatever you want to create. When you're dreaming, you create yourself a world, right? That is when you use about 15% of your mind capacity. If you would use more, the world would be original. By this you use now, you still make worlds, but only from your memory. You connect fragments of your memory and thus make new, more suitable worlds for you when you're dreaming. Now look at the ground and try to shut down yourself. Concentrate at one point, yet at nothing else. Imagine something, let's say imagine a building, construct it in your mind. Can you make an original one? At this point you can. With those 5% you can't. You will again make buildings from what have you seen before. And now think about that you make a whole new world with 15%. What can you then do with 100%? You can make yourself anything you want and you can control things and gain never before seen abilities. I am the chosen one to control my full mind. I can do whatever I want, literally. Can you? You can't. This is why God sent me down here: to save you. Let me enter your minds and make you do never before done things. Believe in me. Have faith.
Angel now stands up from the throne and walks around the room. He stops at one point and continues.
No. I am not here to be WWI's owner or it's general manager. I'm not here to be a psychologist, not at all. Why I am here is to show you that I can do anything and be perfect at anything I want to be perfect at. Wrestling is a thing I was watching since I was 5 years old. I have lived in Miami, in a small house in the suburbs. I was eating my cereal and suddenly boom. I saw wrestling. What those men did was breathtaking for me. It was however before God talked to me and told me that I am the Chosen Savior, The Symbol of Perfection, but still at that point I could control the 5% of my mind capacity so I was imagining myself one day in that very ring, fighting for the gold. Nobody believed me. I believed though. I had faith and that was the key to success. I never gave up and believed in my dream. Years after that I have started doing wrestling and kept improving. I was never even in an indy wrestling federation, I was only doing so called backyard wrestling, yet my skills were, are and always will be breathtaking. This week on Wreckage, I will live my dream. I will have my debut and destroy Michael Black. He may be a mastermind, a man of the darkness, from who's body demons come out, he may be a threat for the roster, but his mindpower isn't anywhere close to mine. In a second I can put him down. By skills, or by mind strength. Have faith. Believe in me. I am the future. See you later. My name is Tyler Angel.
With those words, the scene is closed and the man known as Tyler Angel along with his room fade to black. It is probably because the cameras are shut. We fade to another segment.
--End of Scene--
The scene opens up in a dark basement. The lighting is broken and flickers occasionally. The frosty walls are covered in damp. In the middle of the room, there is a shadow of a man tied to a chair and as the camera gets closer we see that he is in his late 40s, has grey hair and he has the distinctive look of fear in his eyes. When he speaks, he does so in a trembling voice.
???: Please Michael, show mercy, I have done nothing wrong.
A few words are muttered but you can’t make them out. Footsteps appear to be getting closer as the camera zooms away from the terrified man and a thud is heard. Silence comes to the room and the camera looks back at the chair where it has toppled over with the man unmistakeably murdered. The camera is grabbed and turned as we look into the face of Michael Black for the first time. Rain beats down on the roof and the cry of a crow is heard. Michael begins to speak.
Michael Black: Death is a strange thing. What causes a man to die? Can it be that he has done a wrong? But does that make it right to kill him? Could it be a sudden case of bad luck? There are many things that cause death. This business is amongst them. Not exactly this business but the people in attendance, the so called fans of this business. I have lost many co-workers during my time as a wrestler to you. Some pander to you and suck up to you. Some are just unfortunate. You are the cause for the catastrophes of this business. Some men are lured in by you and the amount of times they are slammed on the canvas ruins their lives forever and that is if you are lucky. Some are not so lucky. Some have taken these assaults for far too long and it plays with their mental state. Some take their own lives as a result of this. But it all comes back to you, day by day, you are responsible for taking the lives of the select few that worship you. Some unfortunate souls are taken in other ways. Some become addicted to dangerous substances because they can’t handle the pressure, again the cause of death is you. But not me.
Michael Black pauses and then walks a few paces back. He breathes heavily. He walks over to the murdered man and throws him away from the chair leaving a trail of blood from the chair. He sits on the chair and cackles.
Michael Black: I am not drawn in to your lies. I will not pander to you like the majority of this business. I will not give in to your curse. But, amongst all of these differences, I still see some similarities between us. You cause death and as you have all witnessed today, so do I. But, with every similarity, there is a difference and here, Scott here deserved to die, he did a wrong and unfortunately for him, in the world of darkness, two wrongs do indeed make a right. On the other hand, my fallen kin did nothing wrong, only to impress, and still, you struck them down with no remorse. Not me, I am the hunter, not the hunted and you will pay for all your wrongs just like Scott here. When I unleash the demons inside of me, you will be the victims, the victims of your own greed. The greed that always demanded more, the greed that was never satisfied. But there are more similarities still, you see, when people talk about me, they know me as ‘The Curse’ just like you but my curse is to every single last living thing that stands between me and championship gold.
Michael Black breathes in loudly before releasing and then getting up off the chair. He looks into the camera and continues.
Michael Black: So I will be very soon arriving at the arena for my first WWI match. As with me, there will be countless others in the same predicament, some will be sucked in by the capacity crowd and some, like me will be smart and not b drawn in to your deceit. Now, I have been informed that I will be facing Tyler Angel. I could not have asked for anything more. You see, the light that this competitor is supposed to bring will be controlled by the darkness I possess. Angel will not be able to control his inner feelings when I show him to his doom. He says he is on some kind of a mission from God but how will he fare against a man like me? The truth is, he won’t be able to, the fact is, angels don’t belong on this planet and now he has come back down, he can’t go back up to his fantasy world for the ‘stairway to heaven’ has been closed but luckily for him, luckily for him, I will show him a new path, a path very different to the ones he is used to, one that will take him to the very depths of this world, right to the very core. One that is sure to destroy all that he has aspired to be. One that is the complete opposite of Heaven, a place called hell and when I rip the wings from his back, he will be lay there, a broken shadow of his former self. Some may call be barbaric but in this business, there is no place for fun and games only the strong and the weak. I am fortunate enough to be one of the strong. We’ll be sure to find out about the others.
Michael Black walks back over to the chair, breathes heavily and sits back down. The camera zooms in on him.
Michael Black: I have seen this moment for years, I know what will happen. I have my ways of knowing the future and I have seen the great harm that will come to certain members of this new federation, but the future is not set in stone forever, the future can be altered. But there is one thing for certain, the end is nigh for you, and for Tyler Angel.
Again, the cry of a crow is heard as Michael Black stands up and walks towards the camera. A scream is heard as the camera fades to black.
???: Please Michael, show mercy, I have done nothing wrong.
A few words are muttered but you can’t make them out. Footsteps appear to be getting closer as the camera zooms away from the terrified man and a thud is heard. Silence comes to the room and the camera looks back at the chair where it has toppled over with the man unmistakeably murdered. The camera is grabbed and turned as we look into the face of Michael Black for the first time. Rain beats down on the roof and the cry of a crow is heard. Michael begins to speak.
Michael Black: Death is a strange thing. What causes a man to die? Can it be that he has done a wrong? But does that make it right to kill him? Could it be a sudden case of bad luck? There are many things that cause death. This business is amongst them. Not exactly this business but the people in attendance, the so called fans of this business. I have lost many co-workers during my time as a wrestler to you. Some pander to you and suck up to you. Some are just unfortunate. You are the cause for the catastrophes of this business. Some men are lured in by you and the amount of times they are slammed on the canvas ruins their lives forever and that is if you are lucky. Some are not so lucky. Some have taken these assaults for far too long and it plays with their mental state. Some take their own lives as a result of this. But it all comes back to you, day by day, you are responsible for taking the lives of the select few that worship you. Some unfortunate souls are taken in other ways. Some become addicted to dangerous substances because they can’t handle the pressure, again the cause of death is you. But not me.
Michael Black pauses and then walks a few paces back. He breathes heavily. He walks over to the murdered man and throws him away from the chair leaving a trail of blood from the chair. He sits on the chair and cackles.
Michael Black: I am not drawn in to your lies. I will not pander to you like the majority of this business. I will not give in to your curse. But, amongst all of these differences, I still see some similarities between us. You cause death and as you have all witnessed today, so do I. But, with every similarity, there is a difference and here, Scott here deserved to die, he did a wrong and unfortunately for him, in the world of darkness, two wrongs do indeed make a right. On the other hand, my fallen kin did nothing wrong, only to impress, and still, you struck them down with no remorse. Not me, I am the hunter, not the hunted and you will pay for all your wrongs just like Scott here. When I unleash the demons inside of me, you will be the victims, the victims of your own greed. The greed that always demanded more, the greed that was never satisfied. But there are more similarities still, you see, when people talk about me, they know me as ‘The Curse’ just like you but my curse is to every single last living thing that stands between me and championship gold.
Michael Black breathes in loudly before releasing and then getting up off the chair. He looks into the camera and continues.
Michael Black: So I will be very soon arriving at the arena for my first WWI match. As with me, there will be countless others in the same predicament, some will be sucked in by the capacity crowd and some, like me will be smart and not b drawn in to your deceit. Now, I have been informed that I will be facing Tyler Angel. I could not have asked for anything more. You see, the light that this competitor is supposed to bring will be controlled by the darkness I possess. Angel will not be able to control his inner feelings when I show him to his doom. He says he is on some kind of a mission from God but how will he fare against a man like me? The truth is, he won’t be able to, the fact is, angels don’t belong on this planet and now he has come back down, he can’t go back up to his fantasy world for the ‘stairway to heaven’ has been closed but luckily for him, luckily for him, I will show him a new path, a path very different to the ones he is used to, one that will take him to the very depths of this world, right to the very core. One that is sure to destroy all that he has aspired to be. One that is the complete opposite of Heaven, a place called hell and when I rip the wings from his back, he will be lay there, a broken shadow of his former self. Some may call be barbaric but in this business, there is no place for fun and games only the strong and the weak. I am fortunate enough to be one of the strong. We’ll be sure to find out about the others.
Michael Black walks back over to the chair, breathes heavily and sits back down. The camera zooms in on him.
Michael Black: I have seen this moment for years, I know what will happen. I have my ways of knowing the future and I have seen the great harm that will come to certain members of this new federation, but the future is not set in stone forever, the future can be altered. But there is one thing for certain, the end is nigh for you, and for Tyler Angel.
Again, the cry of a crow is heard as Michael Black stands up and walks towards the camera. A scream is heard as the camera fades to black.
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