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How To Save A Life Part I; Big Evil 25/3/2007
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Big Evil: Adam Edge was my mentor. Adam Edge was my father figure. Adam Edge was my best friend. When Adam Edge decided to hit me across the skull with a steel chair, giving me a concussion, and costing me a shot at the one thing that has any meaning in my life anymore, the World Championship, once he did that, all of that went out the window, at least for him. As I laid there on the canvas, looking up at the arena lights, my eyes began to swell up with tears. I got that real heavy feeling in my chest and the lump in my throat, the feeling you get right before you cry. I wasn't used to it, my body wasn't used to it. I was so unused to it that it actually physically hurt me.

We open to a scene of Big Evil, in mid-rant, talking to his somebody off camera in a nice office.

Big Evil: The reason I was crying? Because that chair shot brought back so many memories so quickly. They say that, right before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes, like a movie. It was sort of like that. Everything that had ever happened between him and I flashed before my eyes like a movie. Hell, we go back all the way to my first day here...

The scene fades into Big Evil's thoughts...

BQWA: Resurrection, February 17th, 2006

Faintly, in the background, we hear the echoes of "King of my World" - Saliva playing. We fade into Big Evil coming out of the gorilla area in the backstage area of the arena after just losing his match against Jerichohol. He unstraps his sparring gloves, snaps them down on the ground, and begins cursing aloud. He walk around in circles in the dark recesses behind the staging area and the gorilla area. He paces around, hands on hips and head facing down. Suddenly, something snaps within him. He begins kicking the shit out of a nearby table. Soon after that, he picks up a folding steel chair, and begins slamming it against some of the equipment stored in the back. He tosses the chair aside with great force and then picks up a nearby aluminum trash can. With great force, he steps forward and chucks out into the open. As it's in mid-air, Adam Edge walks by. By a millisecond, the trash can just narrowly misses hitting Adam Edge in the head. Adam ducks, turns to look at the flying can, stands back up and turns to see Big Evil staring at him from the dark recesses.

Adam Edge: What the hell was that?!

Big Evil walks forward with his fists on his hips, still panting and sweating from his match, and even more so after his breif temper tantrum.

Big Evil: Do you know why I came to the BQWA? Do you know what I'm still a professional wrestler?

Adam Edge: I don't recall asking.

Big Evil: It's because it's what I love to do. I love this business and right now, this company is where it's at. All anyone can talk about anymore is the BQWA, and that if you can't make it here, you're not worth it. And guess what?

Adam Edge: I don't think you heard me. I didn't --

Big Evil: I'm not making it here! I just got my ass handed to me by a guy who was a two-bit jobber at best in the TRTWF. And I come here, and I'm supposed to believe he's better than me? What the hell is that?! I'm being billed as the big superstar signing from the folded rival company, and management having me bitched around like that is supposed to solidify that billing?

Adam Edge: Kid, listen, I --

Big Evil: I mean, I can understand wanting to mutually push us, but jesus christ, I have been absolutely shitted on by those fuckers in Creative Control since day one!

Adam Edge: Hey, I take offense to tha --

Big Evil: In professional wrestling, you're supposed to be booked in a program, you're supposed to have some sort of character. Even if you don't have a character, that is your character. Not having a character IS your character and that's how your booked! I'm not even being booked! I'm just being given matches and told how it goes. This is bullshit! I'm a top guy, I could get this company so much money. But those pieces of trash on CC only look out for them god damn selves.

Adam Edge: QUIT YOUR BITCHING! YOU SOUND LIKE A GOD DAMN WOMAN!

Big Evil suddenly looks shocked. He takes a step back and looks at Adam, not sure why he just said that, or who the hell he thinks he is talking to Big Evil like that.

Adam Edge: First and first off, Nancy, I am on Creative Control. We have an open door policy, so if you don't like it, I suggest you come to us and let us know your problems and concerns and we will take care of you. Instead, all you've done since day one is bitch and moan and try and "shoot" everytime you get a chance. Guess what, that's not what professional wrestling is about. We can only do so much. Dolly can only do so much. It's up to you to make your own decisions and choices. We're working with what we've been given. So let's see. Do we want to give the World Title, or any title for that matter, to a man, neigh, to a female such as yourself coming from a company where he was taught everything he knows in a completely wrong fashion? Survery Says: NO. Use your head, kid. God put that petty little thing you call a brain up there for a reason, so you could think. He put it up there so you could make your own choices. So, Delilah, since you chose to be a professional wrestling, it's now up to you to make your own decisions regarding that. You want to bitch like this? Then you'll get nowhere in life. But somehow, just maybe some way, if you put the microphone down, put the emotions aside, and just do what you're paid to do, which is wrestle, then maybe us on Creative Control and Dolly Madison will notice that half-assed, ill-timed slop you call wrestling, realize that maybe a good 1/8 of you is better than Jim Hellwig, and we could possibly, maybe give you a shot at something, a story with someone, something to do! But even then, it's doubtful. Why? Because of your track record. But that's the beauty of this business! You could be the best in the world, and never make it. You could be the worst in the world, and rise straight to the top. Learn to live with it, Delores, it's life, and it sucks. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Resurrection Rumble to win. Get out of my way.

For the first time, perhaps, in his life, Big Evil shuts up completely. He steps aside, allowing Adam Edge to walk past him with a furious approach. Adam continues to the gorilla area, preparing for the 2006 Resurrection Rumble. Big Evil turns around, now with a concerned and somewhat thankful look on his face, watching Adam head out to the ring. Either he struck a nerve, or he struck oil.

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BQWA: Meltdown, February 18th, 2006

It was the night after one of the biggest Pay-Per-Views in BQWA History. The Immortals V Main Event was set in stone, it was going to be Jason Webb going against Halo. Everybody had an all around good night on the show, except of course, for Big Evil, who felt worse now than he did before his lecture by Adam Edge. Atop of one of the storage crates sits Big Evil, looking around, pondering, and drinking a cup of coffee. Through the back entrance walks Adam Edge. He notices Big Evil and attempts to turn around, go through another entrance, and avoid any conversation with Big Evil. But it's too late!

Big Evil: Adam!

Adam throws his arms up in the air, and turns around. He doesn't play nice, he doesn't even act like he likes Big Evil. He's expecting a yelling match, or possibly even, a chance to throw down, especially after his rant the night before. Instead, he gets Big Evil handing him a cup of coffee.

Big Evil: Here, I picked us up some coffee on the way to the arena. The stuff they serve here is crap, so I figured I'd get us some good stuff.

Adam looks at him in disbelief.

Adam Edge: Rule number one, newbie, never, ever buy me coffee, or anything for that matter. Not so much because I dislike sucking up, because who doesn't love a good suck up, but because it makes me feel like a homosexual. I, for one, am not a homosexual. I have a beautiful girlfriend, a great life, and I love women, boobs, tits, funbags, hee haws, car horns, jumblies, dirty pillows, ta-tas, whatever you want to call them. So while you may enjoy playing for the other time, I, for one, bat righty, throw lefty, and play for the straight team.

Big Evil's head hangs a bit and he rolls his eyes.

Big Evil: Fine, I, uh, I'll just take the coffee back then.

Adam brings the cup to his mouth and sips on it. He nods his head.

Adam Edge: It's good coffee.

Big Evil's head raises back up and looks at Adam. Adam sighs and takes a deep breath. Without words, this was Adam's way of saying Big Evil could continue talking as they walked towards Adam's locker room.

Big Evil: Listen, I just wanted to say thank you for the talk last night.

Adam Edge: Thank you?

Big Evil: Yeah, ya know, it really lit a fire underneath of me and I think it may of done the trick. You were right about pretty much everything you said and I really am going to take your advice, put it to work, and better myself both in and out of the ring.

Adam Edge: Well, be still my beating heart, I've saved another newbie's life. Gloria, do you know how many times people thank me for things that warrant absolutely no thanks at all?

Big Evil: How many?

Adam Edge: 47. Including you. I am, deep down, a nice person. If I like you.

Big Evil: What if you don't like someone?

Adam stops right at his locker room door, opens it up and turns around.

Adam Edge: For starters, I usually do this.

Out of nowhere, Adam closes the door right in Big Evil's face. Big E flinches a bit out of shock. He looks around, hoping nobody saw him getting the door shut in his face by a legend, and ultimately, embarassed. It was at that moment that Big Evil thought to himself that Adam Edge was the man he could call his mentor. For the first time in his career, he knew that deep down, he had somebody he could look up to for advice, for problem solving, and just to talk to when things get bad. At least, he hoped he could have that. Moments pass by and he's still pondering his thoughts, looking off into the distance. Almost the entire time, Adam has come back out of his locker room and is sitting in a chair in front of him putting on his boots and lacing them up. He's staring at Big Evil with a weirded out look. After lacing up his first boot, Adam leans forward and slowly slaps his hands together hard right in front of Big Evil's face, snapping him out of his trance.

Big Evil: Huh? What?

Adam Edge: If you've got something to say, then just say it. I'm not down with the whole inner monologue stuff. Go ahead, just share your feelings.

Big Evil: No, no, I can't.

Adam Edge: Come on, just do --

Big Evil: -- I've idolized you since day one here and when you and I talked last night, it was almost like a child hood dream of mine to have one of my heroes offering me advice and I think deep down, you and I could really become friends, and possibly, you'd even let me look up to you as a father figure, more of a mentor, if you will. And I don't know, maybe we could hang out as buddies, grab a beer, and get lunch a little bit later on.

The no-breath speil Big Evil spits out leaves Adam with an even more creeped out and weirded out look on his face than before.

Big Evil: Too much?

Without moving any expression on his face, Adam dramatically shakes his head up and down, signalfying a 'Yes'. Big Evil lets his head hang down a bit.

Adam Edge: Katherine, this is a business. It's work. It's a job. Since I was a young lad, I was always taught not to socialize with anybody on the job outside of the job. Quite frankly, I've never followed that rule. I met my girlfriend through my job and I've made tons and tons of friends, accquantinces and lifetime connections through this job of mine. You, however, are below me on the pecking order of both this job, and well let's face it, on God's List of Divine Will. I said what I said last night to get you to leave me alone so I could go wrestle my match. Never, ever will I be buddy buddy with you, never will I go grab a beer like frat buddies, and never ever will I go out to eat with you. GOD, these newbies get worse year after year.

Big Evi: Do you really have to be such a fucking prick about it? You're not that great, don't be so full of yourself.

With fire in his eyes, it was then that Adam had reached the boiling point. It was also then that Big Evil realized everything he had hoped for, as far as Adam becoming his mentor, had just gone out the window. Adam reaches forward and begins swinging his hands around in a hand wiping motion.

Adam Edge: You see this right here, Carolyn? This is me, completely and utterly, wiping my hands of you and everything that has to do with you. I suggest you watch yourself because you're no longer on thin ice with me. You're in the water, you're freezing, you're turning blue, and you're ready to call it a life. I don't want to hear you, I don't want to see you, gosh darnit, I don't even want to know you starting riiiiiiiiiiight...

Adam walks away from Big Evil and turns a corner, out of sight.

Adam Edge: ...Now.

Big Evil takes a deep breath, followed by a grunt, and turns towards the cement wall. With great force, he extends his arm forward and punches it with great might. The scene fades.

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Over the next few weeks, a string of events occured in Big Evil's life back to back. Events that happen to people every day, but never that quickly, and never that often.

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Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk

- At an edition of Meltdown, backstage, Big Evil and his wife, Trish, are arguing heavily and loudly in the back corner of the catering hall. A few people are in there, but nobody of note. Off in the other side of the room sits Adam, Kelly and a few other people, enjoying thier pre-show dinner. Adam looks over and sees how hurt Big Evil is as Trish walks out on him.

He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

- A few days later, at a House Show in Poughkepsie, Big Evil's sitting in the main locker room, getting dressed for the night's event. Suddenly, a man in a suit with a breifcase walks in the locker room and up to Big Evil. He hands Big Evil a manilla folder and walks off. Confused, Big Evil opens the envelope and reads that he's been served with divorce papers. From a distance, while taping up his wrists, Adam looks over to see Big Evil rub his hands across his forehead and storm out of the locker room.

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right

- On an edition of Meltdown, two weeks before Hell's Fury, Big Evil is being addressed by a few police men with upset looks on their faces. They're informing Big Evil of the death of his best friend, Mr. Josey. Slowly, a few tears welt up in Big Evil's eyes, but they quickly dissapear. Along with the rest of the stunned roster, Adam looks on and folds his arms, really beginning to feel bad for Big Evil.

Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

- In the backstage area later that day, Adam watches one of the Television Monitors. On the monitor is Big Evil discussing the details of Mr. Josey's death at the Press Conference held mere minutes after Big Evil found out what had happened to his friend. He looks on concerned and takes a big, deep breath. Kelly walks up behind him and wraps her arms around him in concern as they both look on at the press conference.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness

- The following week, Big Evil is shown coming through the curtains back into the gorilla area, drunk and high. He stumbles down the steps and violently pushes a few road agents out of the way. He just got done delivering another shoot promo, one that would turn out to be the most controversial. Adam watches from his locker room entrance as Big Evil is held down by a few Road Agents after becoming extremely violent. He shakes his head in dissapointment and turns back into his locker room.

And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

- Back in the catering hall, the next day, Big Evil is sat drinking a cup of coffee and staring off into the abyss. From behind him comes Adam Edge with a rather large paper bag filled with two sandwhiches and two drinks. He sits down in the chair next to Big Evil and takes out both sandwhiches and the drinks. He puts one sandwhich and one drink in front of Big Evil, and the others in front of himself. Big Evil looks at him and his eyes tear up just a bit, but he refuses to let himself cry. Without saying a word, the two begin eating and enjoy their lunch together.



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Adam Edge: Good, isn't it?

Adam looks from the corner of his eye at Big Evil, who's lightly eating the sandwhich, but still has a hurt and miserable look on his face from what's happened the past few weeks.

Adam Edge: Evil, you can't let these things get to you. It happens, it's what the business does. It takes people from you, it causes you to do things you don't want to do, and reprocussions are felt. But your wife leaving you? Josey passing away? None of that was your fault. The moment you let those things get to you, and the moment you start blaming yourself, you might as well walk out that door. And once you walk out that door, there's no turning back.

Adam continues to look at Big Evil. After a few seconds to process what Adam's said, Big Evil looks at him, then leans forward and really digs into the sandwhich. Some of the sadness and hurt has dissapeared from his face, but not all of it. Not completely. Not yet.

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Things went good for the next few weeks. Before you know it, Adam Edge and Big Evil had really developed a bond with one another. Adam had really taken a liking to Big Evil, and even more to the father figure/mentor role he was given. Of course, he couldn't show it, he still had to display tough skin. So the girly names and insults persisted, but Big Evil knew the true meaning behind it all. It was tough love, and there was nothing like it.

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BQWA: Hell's Fury, March 19th, 2006

We fade into Adam Edge walking furiously through the backstage area with Big Evil in toe.

Big Evil: So you going to tell me what all the chaos is about yet?

Adam Edge: Christina, I've got a bunch of superstars ready to walk out and quit the BQWA, I've got a few threatening to go on strike, nobody's happy, we've got a Pay-Per-View to put on, I can't find Kelly for the life of me, I'm getting ready to be in the most hellacious match of my life, and I'm finally going to be able to take some time off next month, but until then, I have to put up with garbage like this. So, if you can't somehow mush that all together and manage to figure out whats wrong, and why all this chaos is happening, then I don't know what to tell you.

Lightly, Big Evil grins and smirks, catching onto the joke. Following along with him, Adam walks into a room where Rage and Johnny Karisma are sitting. Johnny and Rage were both ready to walk from the company due to frustration and anger over the same concerns Big Evil had nearly a month ago.

Adam Edge: Alright, gentlemen, what seems to be the problem.

Johnny Karisma: Simple. The way things are run around here are complete and utter bullshit. Rage losing the title after two days? Sorry, unacceptable.

Adam Edge: Pretty sure Rage is a big boy there, Johnny. If not, may I ask why you don't have your Huggies pull ups on tonight, Rage?

Rage: Listen, asshole. I'm not going to sit here and hold the trigger to your head and say 'Give me the title or I walk', but I mean, come on, seriously?

Adam Edge: No, YOU listen, I don't know what you want me to do about it. You lost the match. It was a unaimous decision by CC and it was approved by Dolly. If you don't like it, go to Dolly. If she keeps the decision, then do what you're paid to do. Wrestle. Prove to us that you deserve to be the champion again.

As Adam continued to ramble on, attempting to talk some sense into Johnny and Rage, hoping to not have them walk, Big Evil thought to himself. He thought about how he got a simliar speech a few months prior from Adam when Big E was in a similiar situation. He was proud to call himself Adam's protege, but wondered how far it would actually get him. Suddenly, Adam taps him across the face, breaking Big E's trance, and signaling for Big E to continue following him throughout the arena. As Adam continues to furiously pace through the backstage area, with Big Evil still in toe trying to learn the tricks of the trade, Adam happens to pass by to see Dolly going over some paper work with her assistant. Adam stops briefly.

Adam Edge: Dolly, gee, I know you are just so gosh darn busy, but, ya wouldn't of happened to of seen my girlfriend around here by any chance?

Dolly Madison: Mr. Edge. Not only have I not seen your girlfriend, I don't give a hoot where she is. Whether she's under a bus tire, squealing for her life, or in the bathroom with a bus driver, squealing for her life. All I care about is getting this PPV up and running and adverting disaster with all that's going on, things that I suggest you fix, and fix quickly. Save the love games for some other time.

Dolly walks past hastily as Adam and Big watch her leave.

Big Evil: *shivers*...BRRRRRRRR...

Adam Edge: Huh?

Big Evil: Cold. She's cold. Get it?

With wide open eyes, Adam shakes his head no.

Adam Edge: Delores, please, don't ever, ever try a sorry attempt at being witty or funny again, it's just not your thing.

They continue walking through the arena. Eventually, they come to Adam's dressing room. Adam begins to go and shut the door behind him and Big Evil attemps to walk in, but it brushed off. Adam turns around.

Adam Edge: Uh, what are you doing?

Big Evil: I thought we were gonna hang out in your locker room.

Adam Edge: I've got one of those things called a wrestling match coming up, one of the most important I've ever had, and I'm probably going to need some, ya know, alone time. So if you wouldn't mind...

Big Evil: Get the hell out?

Adam Edge: See, you're getting the hang of it. Where at the scooby snacks when you need 'em?

Adam turns and enters his locker room. The scene fades.

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The night has progressed on, and thankfully, things have been quieted down. No rumblings or problems going on anywhere. Big Evil finished up his match against Jake Webb without a hitch. After a breif meeting with some road agents, he heads back to his locker room a half hour later. When he arrives, he turns on the closed-circuit television and sees that Adam's Hell in a Cell match against DXKid was in mid progress. The match progresses on.

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Joey Styles: OH MY GOD HOWIE! KELLY ALEXIA HAS COME OUT OF NOWHERE, AND SHE HAS TURNED HER BACK ON ADAM EDGE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

The shock of the world. Kelly Alexia, who had been missing in the backstage area, appeared out of nowhere to cost Adam his Hell in a Cell match with DXKid. As DXKid poses on the turnbuckles with his arm raised in victory, Adam lay motionless, in a bloody heap on his back on the canvas, staring up at the ring lights. He couldn't believe it. Right now, he didn't give two shits that he had lost the match. He was still in shock of what Kelly just did to him. She turned her back on him and she broke his heart. He knew, however, for a few seconds once he sat up, the only thing that would be on his mind was selling the injuries. He sat up and felt nothing but a numbing pain throughout his whole body. Wouldn't be that hard to sell the injuries, now would it?

Backstage, Big Evil sat quietly now in a big open area by the back of the gorilla position, watching what just happened unfold in front of everyone in the locker room. The first one to come through was Kelly Alexia. She walked through the entire crowd, not saying anything to anyone. Soon there after, DXKid comes walking through. He keeps his head lowered, not sure if there's any heat on him or not, but there wasn't. Minutes later, Adam comes through the curtains, limping, bloody, and broken.


Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk

- Adam continues limping through the backstage area with the help of a few referees.

He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

- Adam sits alone on a steel chair in the back, no one daring to go up to him, feeling too bad.

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right

- He looks off into the distance and he sees Kelly Alexia with her apparent new boyfriend, kissing and leaving the arena.

Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

- From a breif distance, Big Evil watches everything's Adam's doing, feeling the same empathy for him that Adam did for Big a few weeks prior.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness

- As the night starts to wrap up, a few people begin to leave, breifly staring at Adam, not sure if he's going to flip out or not. He just sits in a steel chair, still in his gear and still bloodied.

And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

- Big Evil comes up from behind him and pulls up a chair and sits next to him. He takes a paper bag from his side and puts it on the floor in front of them. Inside of it, he pulls out two sandwhiches and he places one on Adam's lap.

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best

- Without saying anything, Big Evil begins eating the sandwhich. Adam looks at him and sighs.

Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence

Big Evil: It's a good sandwhich, I got it from the deli down the street.
- Adam continues to look down at the sandwhich, he eventually unwraps it and begins to eat it slowly.

Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along

Big Evil: Listen, Adam, you can't blame yourself for any of this. None of it's your fault.
- Adam stops after one bite and puts the sandwhich down, he turns and looks at Big.

And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Adam Edge: Big, do you know what it's like to lose everything in a matter of no time?
Big Evil: Yeah. I just did a few weeks ago. You were there for me, now I'm here for you.


Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness

- Suddenly, a stage hand comes up and tells Adam that a group of superstars are en route of walking out of the arena and the company.
Adam Edge: Oh damnit, god damnit
- Adam rubs his head.
Big Evil: Don't worry, man. Get a hold of your self and just do what you gotta do.

And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

- The scene switches to Big Evil and Adam running towards the entrance to see a group of superstars, including REO Speedealer and Diablous walking out and leaving the company. Adam goes to speak, but they interrupt.
REO: Don't even bother. It's not worth it. What's done is done, and nobody, certainly you, can fix it.
Diablous: You'll be hearing from our attorneys soon enough.


As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice

- Adam turns around and is ready to begin flipping out. Suddenly, Dolly comes up to him and hands him a large packet of papers.
Adam Edge: What's all this?
Dolly Madison: I'm sorry Adam. We just lost Johnny Karisma and Rage, as well. This is a copy of their release to send over to WCCW. I'm sorry.


Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed

- Adam turns around and begins destroying everything in his sight. He takes a large crate, picks it up, and chucks it towards the entrance door. He begins kicking, punching and destroying every piece of equiptment in sight. He suddenly stops, turns around with his hands on his head, and looks at Big Evil.

He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything

Adam Edge: It isn't worth it, is it? I was wrong. Life isn't worth all of this.
Big Evil: Don't talk like that.
Adam Edge: I could've waited another month to have Rage lose the title, couldn't I have, newbie?

- Big Evil stays silent, just looking at Adam Edge.

Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

- Adam brushes past Big Evil and goes to the exit door. He takes off his elbow pads. Suddenly, Big Evil comes from around the corner and stops him.
Big Evil: Wait...

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness

- Adam turns around, with a slight tear in his eye, upset and an emotional mess, and listens to what Big Evil has to say.
Big Evil: You once told me that you can't let this stuff bother you. It's just the business. You did the best you could with all of this stuff. You had to make a call at the moment, and you did it. You didn't know any of this would happen. I would've made the same call. You can't let this stuff bothering you. Because once you do, you walk out that door. And once you walk out that door, there's no coming back.

And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

- As he fights back the tears to the best of his ability, Adam takes a deep breath and speaks.
Adam Edge: ...You're right
- And with that, Adam throws his elbow pads down on the ground and proceeds out of the exit, once and for all.



Big Evil: ...And it was that day that I said to myself, no matter what, I would never do anything to hurt that man and I would do my best to bring him back. And when he did come back. Well. I vowed to myself the day that he came back that I would never fight that man, in any way shape or form. I couldn't. I just couldn't.

Voice: What about now?

Big Evil looks briefly lost.

Big Evil: Now?

The scene fades.
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I still think about this promo every time I listen to this song...
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On TBS. Very Funny.

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