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The road to WrestleMania is over...; but the road to perdition starts tonight
Topic Started: Apr 1 2007, 11:53 PM (48 Views)
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*After Hunter's little tirade, the scene switches back to to a locker room in the back, where the camera pans up from the floor... black boots... an all-too-familiar black trenchcoat... black baseball bat leading into a black and white "Mechanix" glove... and a face painted white with black streaks. There's a slight smirk on the face of the man known as Sting, as he stands looking into a monitor. A small chuckle... it grows... into a full on laugh, as Sting's face turns from the monitor to the camera, and the laugh ends abruptly. The fans erupt in cheers for what seems to be the return of the "old-school" Crow Sting... the Sting from 1997. His long black hair frames the white in his face, falling into his eyes as his head leans just slightly forward, and he begins to speak...*

Sting: Paranoid much? Hunter... what's the point of all this? You trying to be the next guy to be all hip and edgy by coming out and shooting on your opponent? You wanna shoot, cowboy?

*Sting throws the bat down in anger, the aluminum tinging on the concrete floor. His face lights up with a rage we haven't seen in a long time.*

Sting: You want a God-damn shoot, boy? I'll give you a fucking shoot! First of all, any of that business you just ran your mouth about, thinking I've been porking your wife, man, you've got to be the most delusional, paranoid asshole I've ever seen. I haven't even SEEN Megan since the day I walked into that hospital after your daughter was born. Sure, we keep in contact, we talk, but I know you'd go ballistic if I went anywhere near her. Outside of talking to her, I've been completely and utterly alone for the last 2 months. Since David left, and Ric's been gone on vacation, Montanna's living her own life, I've had absolutely nobody to turn to. I've had very little contact with anyone, so the thought of me doing anything with your wife is downright preposterous. But hey, let's talk about that wife of yours, eh? A little sore spot, is it, Hunter? Let me ask you this, what kind of arrogant, ungrateful son of a bitch are you, anyway? You waited for TEN YEARS, a whole decade, to be with Megan again because you loved each other and you couldn't bear to cross one of your best friends by dating his daughter without his permission. Now just 2 years later you're ready to throw away your marriage because you're so fucking paranoid? She is a sweet, amazing, beautiful woman, and honestly I've never known what she sees in you but you know what? She sees something! You need to pull your neanderthal stupid testosterone-filled head out of your ass and see what you have in front of you. I'm saying this because she's always been like a little niece to me, and I will not stand by and have her wronged like this. And now, you're gonna get all pissed off at me for talking about your wife. Well la dee fucking dah, but let's talk about something a little more...

*He motioned around the room where, up on the walls, were a few old Four Horsemen posters all scribbled out with black markers.*

Sting: ...close to home. Let's talk about the worst mistake of my professional career... agreeing to let you into the Four Horsemen. You know, 2 years ago, Ric and I had the opportunity of a lifetime -- a fresh start as the newest incarnation of the Horsemen, and the opportunity to select the two best individuals in the EBWF to join our side. And of all the volatile personalities in all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, you walk into mine. I don't know WHAT the hell we were ever thinking, thinking that you could come straight out of a bloody brutal feud with Ric and stand next to us ready to fight to the death. You were ALWAYS the weak link, Hunter. Regardless of anything that David ever did, YOU were the one with the snotty-ass attitude thinking you were above everything we were trying to do. Thinking you knew which directions we should go and who we should fight with. Always doubting, always backbiting, and never trusting Ric and I to lead the way. Ultimately, you killed the Horsemen. You took the legacies of Arn Anderson, of Chris Benoit, of Tully Blanchard, of Dean Malenko... of Ric Flair himself... and you threw them on the ground, you dropped trou, and you took a big steaming shit all over them. And for that, Hunter, I can never... EVER... forgive you. You drove the Horsemen apart, in turn driving David away from the business, in turn leading to Ric's retirement because, come on, let's face it, even if Ric is the greatest wrestler to ever walk those roads, who in their right mind would ever think Wes Ikeda would put them over at an EBWF Wrestlemania?

*This got a bit of an "ooh" from the crowd, some of which really didn't like that particular comment.*

Sting: But let's just talk about me for a moment. Where I've been, what I've become. We've established here that you ruined my big plan, flushed it down the toilet, and pretty much left me to do nothing but go into a tailspin. Couple that with some ill-timed relationship issues of my own, and I guess you could say that the legacy of Sting has pretty much been reduced to a big walking clusterfuck here in the EBWF. And I trace it all back to YOU, Hunter. And I had the foolishness to step out there at Wrestlemania with this heavy heart saying I had no purpose, no focus, no direction... well looking at everything you had to say to me here tonight, I THINK I'VE FOUND MY FUCKING PURPOSE! You know Hunter, I was content to just let those sleeping dogs lie and let the past slip away into oblivion and 99 cent video store rentals of EBWF Pay-Per-Views of days gone by, but you've awoken something in me. You've stirred up some old demons, Hunter. Some old wrongs that... heh... must be righted. Maybe not righted, unless you can find me a time machine and give me back 2 wasted years of my life. But they must be atoned for. *he laughed an almost sinister laugh* It's not going to be over after tonight, Hunter. This is two years worth of pain, misery, loss, and suffering, that you were the cause of. One simple wrestling match is not going to make it all right again. But it's a start. You want to kill off some wrestling legacies, I'm not going to stand for that. You want to destroy two years of my career, a career that's quite obviously winding down in years, I'm not going to stand for that.... *his voice went eerily quiet* You want to kick your wife out of your house and leave her and your daughter to fend for themselves? I'm sure as HELL not going to stand for that. You're a dark, horrible, disgusting, despicable human being, Hunter. You're selfish, you're vain, you're greedy, you're lustful, you want what everyone else has but you don't appreciate the things you do have. I could stand here and relate all seven of the deadly sins to the way you live your life, but instead, I'll just claim one for my own -- wrath. The road to Wrestlemania may have come to an end for this year, Hunter, but your road to perdition is just beginning. Soon, you're going to know how it feels to lose everything you've cared about. To lose everyONE... you ever cared about. *he cocked an eye at the camera* You know what that means, Hunter... whatever you want it to mean.

*Sting lowered his head, looking straight down, his hair cascading down. The camera simply zoomed in on a picture in the background... on a table at the end of a couch, a small picture in a frame... Steve Borden posing for a picture with Ric, David, and Megan Flair.*
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