Post by Edge on Jun 22, 2009 11:49:05 GMT -5
Twas the night before Requiem
And all through the building
Every creature is stirring
From floor to ceiling
Starting fires
And Wizzing Kidds
Only things missing
Are Morrison and Miz
Daredevil's and beasts
Man this is sick
Tonight will be the downfall
of Parise and Gimmick
Both of you will try
But be pushed off the ledge
Your winner and new FCW Champion
EDGE
After the greatly modified Christmas tale is read, the screen fades in to what seems to be a library. Shelves flowing with an array of books of all kinds. The likes of which even Melvil Dewey would be proud of. At a table in the library sits The Rated R Superstar, Edge. Sitting silently, alone, Edge seems focused, not paying attention to much of anything. When the camera begins to close in, Edge focuses his attention on the camera, and begins to speak.
A library, where could you find a more intellectual place to be? A single room packed with nearly all the knowledge a human mind could handle. Far too much intellect for any single being to contain. No ordinary man. But in what ways do we measure an "ordinary" man? What makes another man superior. At what magnitude to we deem someone from being an ordinary human being to what we call a man?
At first it looks as if Edge is going to grab a book, but the change in facial distortion makes it apparent he's going to speak from the top of his head.
The way to measure a man is by contemplating two underlining factors. The first of the two factors being the man's sanity. The other one would be desire, the way a man feels about doing what he does. His passion, his glory, both falling under the category of desire. How do yours measure up to mine Parise and Gimmick? Do you have desire on the level of someone like me? Or not? The first of the two I mentioned, sanity. Depending on how you feel about sanity. Some think more sane that you are, the better you are. Where as others, think the more insane you are, the more sanity you actually have. Does it make sense? I don't know, I'm not a doctor. But, I guess anything makes sense when you're insane. Am I correct?
Edge shrugs his shoulders seeming satisfied with his statement. He looks down at the table he's setting at somewhat confused. After apparently figuring out what was puzzling him, Edge changes his direction back to the camera he continues to speak.
You seem to like telling stories about great Roman Empires. You seem to have forgotten one. You see, you relate our story to that of emperor Marcus Aurelius. But there is another situation that fits this situation much, much better. One that makes more sense. A story that not only relates to ours, but is almost an exact copy from then to now. Parise, Gimmick, have you ever the story of Julius Caesar?
Edge then gets out of his chair and walks over to a bookshelf, full of seemingly old dusty books. After taking one off the shelf, he wipes off the dust and stares it down.
Julius Caesar. Possibly the all time greatest ruler of the Roman Empire. But with the power of being emperor, comes hatred. Hatred from more than one man. You can't satisfy everyone. In this particular story, Gimmick, you play the role of Julius Caesar. And you Parise, play a very important role as well. Not that of Mark Antony, but someone even more important. That of Marcus Brutus. The one who was convinced of Caesar's supposed wrong-doing. He took matters into his own hands and assisted in the assassination of his friend, and ruler, Julius Caesar. Who am I in this story you ask? I would be Casca. The man who informs Brutus, or in this case Alexander Parise, of the supposed wrong-doing of Caesar. But in this particular story, Gimmick's accused wrong-doing is no accusation, it's the truth. So once again Parise, when will it happen? When will Jimmy Gimmick mutter the phrase, "Et tu Brute?" Signifying he knew it all along.
Edge looks around seemingly done. But then, he apparently thinks of something else. He looks back into the camera, and speaks.
Take notice, your trail to the FCW Championship leads to a parallel universe. If you continue your path, you will lead straight to a ledge, that ledge takes you to the bottom of the cliff. Or in this instance, the bottom of FCW. So what are you gonna do? Continue? Or take the advice of a man of my caliber. The man who's been on top many times before. I suggest that choice. After all I am a 9-time World Champion. What are either of you? Intercontinental Champion? I've managed to get that feat 5-times. That 5 times as many as you Parise. And 5 more than you Gimmick. I'm no ordinary man to be messed with. I am above all else. Take a hint from all those who have fallen before you, all of those who have been defeated by the likes of myself. The great ones. Just surrender and accept defeat. It will cause you less harm than if you continue with this atrocity. Your choice men, take it or leave it.
The Rated R Superstar has spoken.
Edge looks at the camera for a few seconds with a distinct look on his face as the screen fades to black.
And all through the building
Every creature is stirring
From floor to ceiling
Starting fires
And Wizzing Kidds
Only things missing
Are Morrison and Miz
Daredevil's and beasts
Man this is sick
Tonight will be the downfall
of Parise and Gimmick
Both of you will try
But be pushed off the ledge
Your winner and new FCW Champion
EDGE
After the greatly modified Christmas tale is read, the screen fades in to what seems to be a library. Shelves flowing with an array of books of all kinds. The likes of which even Melvil Dewey would be proud of. At a table in the library sits The Rated R Superstar, Edge. Sitting silently, alone, Edge seems focused, not paying attention to much of anything. When the camera begins to close in, Edge focuses his attention on the camera, and begins to speak.
A library, where could you find a more intellectual place to be? A single room packed with nearly all the knowledge a human mind could handle. Far too much intellect for any single being to contain. No ordinary man. But in what ways do we measure an "ordinary" man? What makes another man superior. At what magnitude to we deem someone from being an ordinary human being to what we call a man?
At first it looks as if Edge is going to grab a book, but the change in facial distortion makes it apparent he's going to speak from the top of his head.
The way to measure a man is by contemplating two underlining factors. The first of the two factors being the man's sanity. The other one would be desire, the way a man feels about doing what he does. His passion, his glory, both falling under the category of desire. How do yours measure up to mine Parise and Gimmick? Do you have desire on the level of someone like me? Or not? The first of the two I mentioned, sanity. Depending on how you feel about sanity. Some think more sane that you are, the better you are. Where as others, think the more insane you are, the more sanity you actually have. Does it make sense? I don't know, I'm not a doctor. But, I guess anything makes sense when you're insane. Am I correct?
Edge shrugs his shoulders seeming satisfied with his statement. He looks down at the table he's setting at somewhat confused. After apparently figuring out what was puzzling him, Edge changes his direction back to the camera he continues to speak.
You seem to like telling stories about great Roman Empires. You seem to have forgotten one. You see, you relate our story to that of emperor Marcus Aurelius. But there is another situation that fits this situation much, much better. One that makes more sense. A story that not only relates to ours, but is almost an exact copy from then to now. Parise, Gimmick, have you ever the story of Julius Caesar?
Edge then gets out of his chair and walks over to a bookshelf, full of seemingly old dusty books. After taking one off the shelf, he wipes off the dust and stares it down.
Julius Caesar. Possibly the all time greatest ruler of the Roman Empire. But with the power of being emperor, comes hatred. Hatred from more than one man. You can't satisfy everyone. In this particular story, Gimmick, you play the role of Julius Caesar. And you Parise, play a very important role as well. Not that of Mark Antony, but someone even more important. That of Marcus Brutus. The one who was convinced of Caesar's supposed wrong-doing. He took matters into his own hands and assisted in the assassination of his friend, and ruler, Julius Caesar. Who am I in this story you ask? I would be Casca. The man who informs Brutus, or in this case Alexander Parise, of the supposed wrong-doing of Caesar. But in this particular story, Gimmick's accused wrong-doing is no accusation, it's the truth. So once again Parise, when will it happen? When will Jimmy Gimmick mutter the phrase, "Et tu Brute?" Signifying he knew it all along.
Edge looks around seemingly done. But then, he apparently thinks of something else. He looks back into the camera, and speaks.
Take notice, your trail to the FCW Championship leads to a parallel universe. If you continue your path, you will lead straight to a ledge, that ledge takes you to the bottom of the cliff. Or in this instance, the bottom of FCW. So what are you gonna do? Continue? Or take the advice of a man of my caliber. The man who's been on top many times before. I suggest that choice. After all I am a 9-time World Champion. What are either of you? Intercontinental Champion? I've managed to get that feat 5-times. That 5 times as many as you Parise. And 5 more than you Gimmick. I'm no ordinary man to be messed with. I am above all else. Take a hint from all those who have fallen before you, all of those who have been defeated by the likes of myself. The great ones. Just surrender and accept defeat. It will cause you less harm than if you continue with this atrocity. Your choice men, take it or leave it.
The Rated R Superstar has spoken.
Edge looks at the camera for a few seconds with a distinct look on his face as the screen fades to black.
