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| Topic Started: Nov 14 2010, 02:33 AM (110 Views) | |
| Mortius | Nov 14 2010, 02:33 AM Post #1 |
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This isn't shadow, this is darkness, unforgiving, blinding. All my senses are reeling from what has just transpired. The gravity of it all hasn't quite kicked in yet, all i can feel is pain, emotional, physical, the feeling of failure. The darkness seems to be closing, but at the same time ever expanding, after all what does space mean to the dark? SHIT! What in the hell just happened? Ahh, damn it i think that bastard ruptured something. I feel around me in the dark, the velvet cushion of my tomb feeling so eerie, so inconsistent with my senses. Beautiful, luxurious and soft. There's no time to take it in as i press both my hands to the hard ceiling just an unseen foot in front of me, pushing with all my might, but to no avail. Is it bacause of the cramped conditions? Is it because of the punishment i have just endured? Is it maybe because i'm keeping secrets from myself? Maybe i don't really want out of here, back to face the onslaught of a rabid army AAAAAAAA, WHY. WON'T. IT. OPEN No, it's definitely not that, i try to manouvre myself onto my side my eyes are playing tricks now, i'm seeing multicolored flashes in front of my eyes, but dull, subdued, like i have just rubbed sleep from them. I start smashing the lid with my elbow, trying desperately to get back out. I need to get back out. I can hear the screams, from the crowd in shock, the roster in pain, and the invaders in adulation. GOD GOD GOD I scream louder as i hit harder. Realizing that my already worn body is just becoming more ravaged by this effort. What if i break out, can i really make any difference at this point? These men knew what they were doing, they had this planned out. Alan Fiscus amassed a resistance, a band of renegades. I'm not even sure of all the faces, i didn't have time, there were so many out there already, Did i think he would take it lying down? How could i have been so arrogant as to think Fiscus would just walk away into the sunset, a defeated warrior, have i become so blind? Blind... blind. It's so dark in here. I can't breath, i can't even exist. Shadows need light to exist, a shadow in the dark is swallowed up, it becomes part of the darkness. Indistinguishable, there is no Mortius. Tonight i lost my belt. That belt was everything to me, that belt was my anchor to life. It's gone. Where have i been? What happened that i let it slip so easily? LET ME OUT! FU..FU..FU..OW! Pain rushes through my body as my self pity slows down my adrenaline, letting me feel all the impacts of the battle i have just lost. I think my ankle is worst. Even compared to Alans blow. Fucking Eddie with a chair, i can't believe it. Who am i kidding, of course i can, if i'd been given the opportunity i'd have done the same thing. Even the subdued colors are gone now, is this what the blind experience? I am now truly without sight, without future. I lost the gold... no. I am worthless, i hear the noise outside, an array of bangs and crashes, sounds that left to my imagination only grow in twisted picture of what is happening. But it's another world away. A world of light. And the master said ''do not let pity into your life you have no need for this. To walk in shadow is to be accountable, Every decision has a consequence, accept these, be they good or bad, use them, build upon them, every sacrifice is a speck of dust to build the brick, every consequence is a brick to build the wall, every wall is a way to block the light, and you will walk forever in shadow'' The testament of Shadow speaks the truth, to truly live in shadow i must accept every action. I lost the belt tonight due to my own faults, i did not capitalize upon every opportunity, i did not treat my reign with the proper respect that the Testament demands of me. I can sit here and wallow, be lost forever to the dark. That is not me, that is not Mortius, in normal circumstances i would not have let a cheap shot take me down so easily. So i must now accept this and try to make amends to myself. I feel around for another way to escape. My foot touches the bottom of my casket. With the space afforded me i draw my knees up as far as i can and unleash with all my might AHHH SHIT The pain is unbearable, my ankle is shot. Worst still though is the dwindling noise. The attack is over and the people are dispersing. Shocked, shocked beyond anything they could have been expecting. The crowd had to deal with their own darkness tonight. All i have left in my tomb is the words, the words of my master, of those that followed him. And so it was that he woke with a fire, a purpose. He woke from death with a new understanding, a life giving to others is no life at all, a life lived for you, a life lived in honesty of yourself, is far better. Truth has been baptized in filthy water, he will change this... . . . . . . . . . . . . ... Turning the other cheek gives your enemies another place to strike, an eye for an eye is self constraint''. The master looked around his followers ''If someone took your eye who here admits there first thought would be to forgive?'' A silence followed this ''And who would admit to an urge to take your attackers eye? Another silence deep and resounding, you can almost here the thoughts and emotions emanating from the Masters group ''And who here admits their first thought would be of death, to kill those that have wronged you? Do not answer, i know the truth and you know the truth, it is built into our fiber that we are bloodthirsty and resentful. Do not fear it, do not try to change it... . . . . How long has it been? Time has no meaning anymore, has it been ten minutes? Two hours? Five years? I honestly don't know. I quote the words, i run through them in my head, but what of those secondary thoughts? Those thoughts that run at the back of your mind that you try not to concentrate on, little fragments of them flash to the forefront every now and then but you push them back concentrating instead on the task at hand. Now i think that maybe i should have been concentrating more on them, maybe they're right. Did i really get rolled into a casket? I can feel it, but this could simply be what my mind believes is happening. Could it be that after Fiscus' blow i recieved another blow, more deadly, one that ended me? My mind tells me that i was rolled into here, but what is here? Here is nothing but black. It's been black for too long, were the screams i heard maybe not from the crowd and men? Were they my screams as i fell? Even my senses are numb, i'm in here to accept my fate, and when i do, only then will i be released. But released to what? Will my Master collect me, will he know i followed his way, or will i be left to rot, because in my final task i failed him, i lost when i could have won. Will i be here forever, have i already been here forever? ...What was that? Was it the death drum? Was it the beat of my heart? No, it's coming from... out there, rhythmic, it shakes me, it rattles the darkness, are my eyes open right now?... There's a shadow ahead of me, and a deeper shadow just in front, a silhouette of a head MORTIUS Master? SHADOW What? My eyes start to regain some focus as i'm grabbed under my arm and pulled into a sitting position MORTIUS Have you come for me Master? My life is yours SHADOW That's a lovely sentiment and all... My eyes swim into focus more, the little light lets me see the scene ahead of me MORTIUS I failed you Master, i am burdened with guilt SHADOW Jesus, how hard did they hit you? Full focus now... shit! MORTIUS Eddie? EDDIE Hey, what happened to Master? He's smiling, how do i cover this without looking foolish MORTIUS I was deep in meditation over the testament, you interrupted me while my mind was elsewhere Okay, that's half true, now i'm worried he didn't buy it EDDIE Sure thing buddy, come on let's get you out of there We are still in the arena, no lights, empty seats, i step over the rim of the casket to the same floor i stood on whoever knows how long ago EDDIE Sorry it took so long, i had to get my injuries seen to, then i had to look for a damn crowbar to get this loc... My ankle, the pain is unbearable, did he see me wince? No he was looking away. I have to stand straight, walk out without limping, i can't let him know i'm hurt EDDIE ...ound one in a box through the back. You okay Mort? MORTIUS Of course, i am fine. What happened after i was locked in? EDDIE Mass ass kicking, the whole roster got destroyed by Alans army MORTIUS And you? EDDIE I'll live Why did i ask after him? He took my belt tonight, i hate him EDDIE I didn't do too much damage tonight to you did i? Bastard MORTIUS No, i too will live EDDIE Yeah, it was a good fight, if only those guys hadn't attacked after we'd just gave each other hell. And you know it won't end here. But don't worry, the roster'll have each others backs And there it is, that is why i do not hate him. He sees lights on the darkest paths, he is angry but his mind reaches the conclusion that we're all in it together. And... and he came back to help me MORTIUS They will fall, the renegades will have no power here. I... we shall see to it EDDIE We definitely will, you need a medic or you coming back to the lockers? Backstage, hardly anybody about, i still don't know how long i was in there, of course i will not admit this to Eddie MORTIUS Lockers He keeps talking as we walk, i do need a medic, my ankles bad, i will change and go privately to a doctor. Still trying to keep this limp in check, left foot, right foot. Walk even, keep your expression impassive. Now we are at the lockers, finally a chance to sit dow... I look at the gold sitting on the bench. The World Heavyweight Championship. So that was his deal, he comes to let me out, leads me here knowing he has left the belt out to taunt me, to remind me of my failure. He's seen me looking EDDIE Hey man, we both fought hard tonight, we did us, the fans and the history of this belt proud out there I nod, he taunts me then consoles me, he is toying with me... No he isn't, i know Eddie, there's a reason we're friends. Still looking at that belt, what once was mine, the nameplate still says Mortius, but that will be changed by tomorrow. Finally, a seat, off this ankle, don't grimace, look at Eddie full in the face MORTIUS Thanks for letting me out tonight EDDIE No problem, you'd do the same for me My mind is swimming, would i do the same? I'm not sure, but he did. I realize what i have to say, and even more surprising i realize that i'm going to mean it MORTIUS Eddie EDDIE Yeah MORTIUS Congratulations ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tearing the Veil from Grace. There's something about that song that i've always connected with, the instruments, the harmonies, the dark nature of the song and the meaning behind it, the aspirations, to excel, to become more than you are, to place yourself higher than it's possible to go. Accompanied by slow melodies, fast guitars, blast beats, haunting break down. I've never changed the song i play when i walk down that ramp, because no matter where my mind is, no matter how i dress or act it still applies to me. It still sends chills down my spine and psychs me up to go out there. In a few moments it will play again, it's been over a week since i was locked up in that casket. I try not to think of how in that short time i nearly lost all hope, it's strange what darkness can do to the mind. My ankle feels better. It's Saturday night, the last house show before Overdrive and i feel... lost. I'm haunted, but i'm healed. And now i get one last chance to go out there, to say my piece and make the fans believe in me, to make me believe in me again. Maybe their reaction tonight will be what it takes to get my head sorted. I'm all kitted out in my elaborate coat, all leather and silver, long, damn heavy. But my appearance makes me who i am, tricks, like this mic hidden under the top button. I don't think people believe i can magically project my voice, but they WANT to believe. It's a game, to make others believe what i believe... did believe... that i'm a monster, unstoppable, unphazable. My mind races as i hear the crowd buzzing. What am i doing? I don't have a clue what i'm going to say. Buzzsaw and El Pablo in the same match. Am i ready? Tearing the Veil from Grace blasts through the speakers and the crowd stand on their feet. All through this moderately sized arena there has been whispers all night. Mortius hasn't appeared at any of the shows this past week and a half, some say he's still locked up in the Casket, some say they opened it and he wasn't there. Some others say he's injured and will be out for a long time. There's always been rumors in wrestling, there always will, it's what makes it so compelling. To the delight of the fans this time all rumors have been proved false, Mortius is here and he's stepping out onto the ramp. The lights are dim and the music is blasting. Signs are being held up by the few that were hopeful he would appear tonight. ''THE AGE OF SHADOW'' and ''MORTIUS FOR CHAMP'' are held up among the screaming masses. Mortius stands at the top of the stage looking down before striding confidently to the ring, his long leather coat billowing out behind him. He steps over the ropes and stands in the center, turning three hundred and sixty degrees, soaking in the adulation of the crowd. When his voice booms out over the dying music it is without the aid of a microphone, as always, his fists remain clenched and his muscles taught as his arms stay by his side MORTIUS Here we are. More than a week after the night that was. The crowd start to boo at the mention of the renegades actions MORTIUS Eddie Rowan and i had an amazing battle. We pulled out all the stops and gave every ounce we had to the fans in attendance in a battle for the highest honor this company has. The boos quickly turn to cheers and applause MORTIUS A match that i lost. I have spent alot of time reading through the testament of Shadows, trying to gain strength and stability, to seek inside myself. I lost when i believed i was ready to defend that belt. I now realize that was not true. My mind, as i stated before, has not been in this since i returned. The last focus i truly had was Alan Fiscus, a worthy opponent whom i overcame. After that i became lost in myself, i had reached the top of CZW and instead of being true to myself, instead of putting all i had into ushering in the age of Shadow... i faltered. I grew distant from here and dd not focus on anything. I was false, a charlatan that Eddie Rowan exposed. He fought hard and he fought well, and yes we DID give every ounce. Then, as you all know, not a few moments later the whole roster was attacked by the Renegades that had been victim of Derek Damages ''plan''. We were overcome and i was locked away in the very casket that spelled the end of my reign as champion. So now what? What happens to CZW. Should we just let these outcasts come in and take us over? No, we will not. I will not. They may think that they were hard done by, and they may think that they did not deserve what happened to them. This is a sentiment that i think most of us agree with, but the rules were there, if you lost you left. Now they begin an uprising, but not on Derek Damage, no they decide to rise against US, some of us had to fight for their position too, and WON, should they be punished for that? You who would once be brothers have become enemies. A CZW chant breaks out and Mortius stops talking, letting the words wash over him. The passion of the fans, the solidarity of the faithful. After a few moments it dies down, affording Mortius the opportunity to speak up once more. MORTIUS You succeeded that night, yes, but you succeeded in more than you though. Because what you did was AWAKEN me! You have unleashed Mortius as he was. You, renegades, have given me FOCUS. When we meet next, and i fully expect it not to end at this, it will be against a different Mortius. Alan, you dare to imprison me, take advantage of me in my weakened condition. That is FINE, no i did not beat you directly when i won the championship, but i WILL beat you directly when you next show your face. You, any of your band, i will beat them down, WE will beat you down. CZW will overcome you, and i will play a part in that, you have unleashed the Mortius that was, and when i exact my vengeance it will not be swift, but it WILL be brutal. Men will fall and you will curse the moment that you decided to make me a victim of your cause. The roar is deafening as the crowd react to Mortius' outburst. An anger that has been missing from Mortius in recent memory. Mortius once more waits for the noise to abate, his breathing, laboured due to high adrenaline, visibly calms down as he controls himself MORTIUS I will be a main player in this war you started, yes. But to do that i must be a main player in CZW. My performances of late should put me at the bottom of the food chain, the career dwindled to dust. So i have to build myself back to a place where i am at the forefront. I thought i would have no chance, but instead i have been handed the opportunity to get back inrto the place i need to be. I have been given the opportunity to win back the belt, MY belt. To be once again the Champion of CZW, and all the rights and prestige it affords. This time though, it will be a Mortius who deserves to be there, a Mortius set in his mind in what he needs to do. A Mortius with obsession, to take down all comers, to remain at top, to truly cast his shadow on CZW. To do that however i must face off against El Pablo and Buzzsaw, two men at the same time. These are odds that i have overcome before. Odds that i will overcome again. Believe me, i am SET in my mind, i WILL beat these men and i CLAIM back my belt. The renegades will fall, CZW will prevail, and Mortius will head the charge The lights go out as the crowd cheer. They raise again into an empty ring. The crowd get to their feet as they clap and chant for Mortius, but all that is left is a wisp of smoke and an echo of Shadow. -------------------------------------------------------------- So now what? Here i am, on top of the arena, looking out over the foreign grounds, thinking back to what i just said. Did i mean it? Do i believe what i just said? I believe the anger was real, the adrenaline was pushing me, the words were passionate... but were they in the moment, or were they an awakening? I'm still coming down. I can't decide if i am unafraid, all i can think of is that blackness, my acceptance of death, there was no anger then, instead of thinking of vengeance on the Renegades all i could feel was pity for myself. Yes i do want to get back on top, but do i want to face Alan again. He locked me up, he made me face my demons, and no matter how i look at it, the demons won. No i am not afraid of the darkness, but i am afraid of Alan Fiscus, i am afraid that when i see him now that it will invoke feelings of doubt, i fear that he will lock me up again, i fear. Japan is beautiful, it is old and it has the spirit of warriors running through its very soil. When i think of the battle i have coming up i do not know how i will do, will i be looking out of the corner of my eye. Will even the thought of Fiscus make me stumble? I fear no man, i never have, i never will. But Alan to me has embodied an Idea, that doubt is within me. I need to meditate, i need to read the Testament, i need confidence to overcome that which i need to. My foundation has been shaken and when i face against Buzzsaw and El Pablo i FEAR i'll lose. But i'll never let on, they must not know of my doubt. Confidence is easy to portray, and i shall. I have to show them that Shadows are all around them, and that they belong to me, they are the path that i walk. El Pablo and Buzzsaw need to BELIEVE that i am as dangerous as i say i am, it's time to return to an old staple. --------------------------------------------------------- Japanese graveyards are something almost breathtaking. They have respect for the dead. At home we put up obligatory stone markers with a perfunctory message, and visi our departed on days that mean something. Over here they do not mark the grave as much as celebrate who it marks. There are statues and sculptures, words i do not understand written on four sided columns, it almost feels to grieve here would belittle the memory of the person. To speak about my opponents here feels... right. The awe and respect emanating from these carvings will spill over to my message to El Pablo and Buzzsaw. could even infuse it with a power that my lack of self belief might otherwise tarnish. After dusk, when the shadows are long. Perfect. I have had to look to the Testament so much since the house show yesterday, try to take some message from it to make myself stronger, to get over this feeling RYAN Do we have to do it here, it's just, well creepy MORTIUS You rarely have a chance to interview me, i know this has been an issue with you, someone that prides themselves on being in the right place to get words from us. So if you wish to conduct this interview, it shall be on my terms Why did i bring him? I don't even know. I think i hope his questions will lead me to statements i wouldn't otherwise make. I think that if i was speaking by myself i would once more focus on the Renegades, in particular Alan Fiscus. He is like a painful bruise. It hurts to touch it but you can't help yourself. Yes, i need led through this, to keep my mind focused, to let them know that i have them in my sights. For what it's worth RYAN Fine, where do you want to set up? Perfect MORTIUS Over here shall suffice A stone throne, on the throws of shadow, appearance is everything RYAN Okay, well you sit down and we'll get the checks out of the way The coldness of the slab, it echoes how i'm feeling, Lewis and his cameraman will make their checks while i make mine. I must enter into the frame of mind that i achieved yesterday, for a brief few moments. Remember how to control my words, to make them count, to throw El Pablo and Buzzsaw off their game, to make them uncertain about our confrontation RYAN Okay, we're good to go Ladies and gentlemen i am here LIVE on CZW dot com with an exclusive and rare interview with former champion Mortius. Now we all know that last week... Former champion... it's the first time i have heard those words spoken since... it feels like a thousand blades going through my body, keep my face impassive, no emotion RYAN Mortius... Mortius MORTIUS Yes RYAN Ahh... i was saying how did it feel to be shut in that coffin MORTIUS Comfortable... it gave me a chance to reflect on the match that i had and the attack afterwards. Yesterday in front of a Japanese audience i had the opportunity to vent my frustrations about the situation and my intentions towards these Renegades. In short i plan to meet the attack head on, and i'm sure all.... most of the CZW roster will be by my side RYAN And your feelings towards Eddie Rowan MORTIUS Eddie Rowan fought hard and well, i hold no grudge, nor have i ever done, he is a true friend to me and will continue to be. Between bells though, as we have proven, we do not hold back. He was better on that night, and i understand why. When we meet again he will not be so fortuitous. RYAN Well onto Overdrive, and the match everyone's eager to see. Who will become the next number one contender. And how do you feel Mortius at once again having the opportunity to get back into the picture so soon? MORTIUS After my performance of late did not feel i would be put into the picture. The only reason i can see that i have is because i was the champion and because Baines still owes me for what i did for this company. I have been given an opportunity to claim back my gold, and it is one i will not let slip RYAN Okay, onto your opponents now. Buzzsaw we seen earlier in the week had a few things to say about you, not least of which is how he feels put out at what he feels was you ducking out on your last match together. Do you have a reply to him? MORTIUS If that is how he interpreted my actions then so be it. I have no control over his feelings. I remember it slightly differently however. I had to be set, mentally and physically to take on Alan Fiscus after being out of the company for a long time. Buzzsaw was a distraction i did not need. Fortunate for me though, he was embroiled in a feud with Jacob Havok, a man who, along with his brother, i have grown to respect and forge an alliance of sorts with. We understand each other and they were only too happy to assist me by taking on Buzzsaw in my place. It was a means to an end. Buzzsaw didn't need to fight me, i didn't need to fight him RYAN Well he sees it as a personal affront, a match the fans would have loved to have seen and a match he particularly wanted to have MORTIUS It is good that he feels so strongly about it, it means that he rates me as a competitor. That is one mistake he hasn't made. Buzzsaw, you will get your wish on Overdrive, but i know that you will regret your over eagerness to face me. Yes, you have won alot of battles here in CZW, some against some high ranking opponents, but you have never faced me, or anything of my ilk. You may want your opportunity at the big leagues, and indeed some might say your time has come, but your elevation of status will not come at my expense. I guarantee it. You claim to be hardcore, any means to an end. My definition of hardcore and yours vary however. You seem to think it relies on bloodshed, on weapons and extreme violence. I KNOW it is about being able to go the distance, and pushing yourself beyond your limits. You see Buzzsaw, you are happy with your limits, you are comfortable with chairs, barbed wire and blood, you do not push yourself. You were a long term champion with the Ultraviolent title, because that is your niche, that is where you belong. You want to take a shot at the upper echelon you will find yourself seriously lacking. You will try to bring your style to a bigger stage and you will be sent back down. When you walk in my Shadow Buzzsaw you will find it completely encompasses you. Lost, forever lost and wondering why, why couldn't you make it. You can't make it because you don't know the true meaning of hardcore, of pushing yourself, striving and having the crowd breath with you, push with you, and have their heart life with you because they travelled the journey with you. No, you will come out with a chair and think that's how you make it. It's time for a lesson Buzzsaw, and i shall be the teacher. RYAN Harsh words there indeed, now onto El Pablo, a man you have faced twice before in this company, both as part of a tag team match, both times you came out on top. But as El Pablo was quick to point out, one of those victories was at the hands of Ronnie McNeil purposely throwing the match. How do you react to this MORTIUS How is it possible to react Lewis? Should i scream into the camera and yell ''LIAR'' should i say that EL Pablo is simply making excuses for his loss? No, i can't because it is the truth. Yes i did have a technical win in that match, but the win did come at the hands of my opponent lying down for the three count. Yes i did beat the wholly hell out of El Pablo, but for his size he damn sure gave as good as he got. El Pablo is looking to get back into the World Championship picture... and i don't blame him. He is truly deserving. He is a man who knows the meaning of Hardcore. El Pablo can have fun, that is his comfort zone, he flies about, inflicts some damage, and rapports with the crowd. But where El Pablo excels is pushing himself. When the situation calls for it, and due to his size it has more often than naught, El Pablo will tear fibers in his body to reach the stars his stature should have told him it was impossible to reach. When alot of men would rightly give up, and no one would think any less of them for doing so, El Pablo keeps going with the guts of ten men. I respect El Pablo, a true, genuine respect. And when he loses on Overdrive i will not feel sorry for him, because i can hear that fire in him again, i can see the gleam, he has been too long out of the top picture and he wants back there. So i know he will make it happen, with the same fortitude and tenacity that he faces every goal with. Overdrive though, will not be his night RYAN How so, you yourself just mentioned about his fire and spirit to succeed. Should that not mean that he will take you out on the way to the prize? MORTIUS Yes, it should, but as much fire as El Pablo has, it cannot be matched by mine. I have realized where i went wrong, i have fixed my mistakes, and i will come out tomorrow night more set to win than El Pablo will EVER be. I will not call him down. I have faith in him, we may not see eye to eye as people, but respect doesn't necessarily equate to like. I respect that he should be facing Eddie Rowan, i EXpect however, that he will not. When i go in, i go in as a champion in my mind, to claim a prize that i feel is mine to claim. If we both fight with the same goal, then we both are on equal footing mentally. Then you have to bring it down to size. I AM six foot ten, i DO weigh three hundred and six pounds, and i WILL bring every ounce of my frame and muscle crashing down onto El Pablo, he will not be able to fly when he no longer posseses the ability to stand. RYAN So in short, you do not see this match as being an issue in your journey back to the World Heavyweight Championship? MORTIUS Are you deaf Lewis? Have my words been corrupted on way to your ears? I am confident, yes, i have to be, it would not be seemly for any man to come out and say that hey are not sure if they will win. Listen to me, Buzzsaw is an expert with weapons, i am not, my weapons are my fists and my legs, my height and my strength. If you punch a swinging chair you will break your bones. El Pablo is a man that can and will get up from the most hellish punishment, and keep bringing it to you, wearing you down bit by bit. I go into Overdrive Expecting to win, knowing i will. But i do not go in blindly, it will take everything i have to achieve my ends. This will be a bloody battle. This may even live up to the lofty heights me and Eddie Rowan set for main event matches. I am born into shadow Ryan Lewis, and i am born anew, a darker shadow, more edge, more aware, more determined. I will show CZW that i should be on top, and i will show Eddie Rowan that me and him should go one on one again, tear the house down one more time, with my head in the right place. I will prove that Mortius is the rightful Heavyweight Champion RYAN Okay, well i think we'll end this interview with a little free time, so Mortius, the mic is all yours, live on CZW dot com, you never know who's listening out there Great, what was the point in brining him along? Free time, this is exactly what i wanted to avoid. My one track mind is about to kick in. That feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach. I sneer into the camera to buy me a little time, it's no use, there's only one thing on my mind and i don't think talking about it is going to exorcise my demon MORTIUS Alan Fiscus. There is one more good thing that will come out of my win on Overdrive. You see me and Eddie, we have nothing to prove to each other. When i win and my rematch for the title is cast in stone we will not be looking towards each other, the other two, well they'd have split sights if they came out on top. Mortius and Eddie, World Heavyweight Championship match, when it comes, we'll bring it, and do it well, even step up the game now my focus has returned. But the CZW faithful only want to see one thing, and it's something Eddie and i will be able to provide... A united front! We won't be looking in two different directions, one for our next opponent, the other on the renegades. There were moments leading up to our match when it was thought we would turn on each other. We proved that our friendship is strong, we know who each other is, and when i win and become number one contender ALL of our energies will be focused on YOU. You will not invade CZW the way you did before, the strong will stand together and show that we won't bow down and let you walk all over us. NEVER AGAIN! Hit us with everything you have, we will beat you back. In the survival of the fittest the roster survived, you fell, you amass an invading army, WE AMASS A RESISTANCE. The whole of CZW together will cast a mighty shadow, and you will fall in its wake. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Exultation, my breathing feels light free, my steps seem less heavy. I went into tonights interview in doubt and came out with my shadow cleansed. Ryan has long left, i stayed behind. This place has power, this feels like home. It helps with my reawakening. I walk through the stones on clean, neat concrete. My hands caress the cold marble, the calloused granite, the engraved tombs. I feel my words finally taking hold within my very soul. I was so unsure. Now i cannot understand why. When i responded about Buzzsaw and El Pablo i FELT the answers, they seemed right, they seemed real. My passion was true, my faith unshakable, I have finally found my center once more. I go into this match now with BELIEF. My hand is mighty, and will cause others to fall, El Pablo and Buzzsaw should heed my words. Because i meant them, and i didn't even know i meant them, i put on a face and BECAME the face. I AM the Shadow of CZW and i will take my rightful place at the top. As for Fiscus, he is the only cold that remains. My only doubt. He can cause me to break and i must not let that happen. He will never know how much he has affected me, and i will show nothing but resistance to him and his band. I hope that when the time comes to meet him and look him in the eye i do not falter. I cannot, we will stand and fight, and everything that does not or can not work for us must be cast aside, including me. These two weeks have been painful, come Overdrive, the Shadow will prevail, and Mortius will take a giant leap on the road to recovery |
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