Scorch
01-04-2011, 04:37 AM
This is not the beginning of the end. This is just the start of everything.
Call it fitting, call it ironic, call it funny. The fact remains no matter what moniker you choose to grant the phenomenom. WPW’s very life is on the line, thanks to a group of self centered men.
Scorch stands in the WPW morgue. No, he’s not surrounded with dead bodies, or some symbolic representations of death. Perhaps you would know them better as the archives. He stands in the very room they keep the old tapes, DVDs, interviews, programs, magazine articles and more. The history of WPW is represented in this cluttered looking yet carefully organized room. His black Jeff Hackett Chicago Blackhawks’ Sweater almost camouflages him against the records. His jeans do not have the same effect. He picks out random items as he walks and looks them over.
You can make all the claims you want to about EWE, it doesn’t change the truth. The men and woman who compete there, left because they cared about themselves above all else. They didn’t leave because WPW was broken, they ran because they worried that their own pinnacles had been reached there. They were terrified they had achieved their potential and it wasn’t as high as they would have liked. Call me delusional, call me a liar. Do whatever you have to do to get to sleep at night, and wake up in the morning.
Deep down, you hate me not for the lies I spew. You despise me for the truth I dare make public. You all know the very same things that I do, but I’m the one with the guts to say them. I’m the one not afraid to tell people what I think, what they think, what you think. That’s why I am the one who will lead WPW to victory at When World’s Collide. But I can’t do it alone.
I need help to pull this off. That’s why I’ll turn to men we can’t trust. I’ll look to men who hate me to come through. I’ll side with those who spew poison about me whenever they can. This battle isn’t about Scorch, the cult like leader. It’s not about Scorch the deceiver. It’s not about Scorch, the snake in the grass. This is about keeping our home, about not letting it get burnt to the ground. This is about making sure that everyone understands that simply changing the letters and even moving an ocean away, you’re still WPW. And you always will be.
T-Dog, you’re the first to get your chance to prove to WPW that you belong on the team. You don’t need to prove yourself to me any more. You’ve done that, you’ve paid your debt. But now, you need to show her that you’re ready. You need to show that you can beat some of the best we had to offer. Sorry, that EWE has to offer. I get confused as to which is which some times. You know how that goes. So T-Dog, I’m not asking you to be my friend. Just do what you do best, be a wrestler who just happens to excel in the tag environment and let’s take down Parker and Karver. Perhaps then, we’ll see just where you belong on Team WPW.
Oh and one last thing before I go.
Scorch pulls out a folder from the shelf.
Judge.
He looks through some papers inside. His eyes glance over photos.
I know you’re set to fight The One at WWC. But you better find a way to pull double duty. Because you owe blood to WPW, and I’m going to see that she gets it.
He then pulls out a sheet of paper from the records.
A list.
You’re mine.
The List.
Call it fitting, call it ironic, call it funny. The fact remains no matter what moniker you choose to grant the phenomenom. WPW’s very life is on the line, thanks to a group of self centered men.
Scorch stands in the WPW morgue. No, he’s not surrounded with dead bodies, or some symbolic representations of death. Perhaps you would know them better as the archives. He stands in the very room they keep the old tapes, DVDs, interviews, programs, magazine articles and more. The history of WPW is represented in this cluttered looking yet carefully organized room. His black Jeff Hackett Chicago Blackhawks’ Sweater almost camouflages him against the records. His jeans do not have the same effect. He picks out random items as he walks and looks them over.
You can make all the claims you want to about EWE, it doesn’t change the truth. The men and woman who compete there, left because they cared about themselves above all else. They didn’t leave because WPW was broken, they ran because they worried that their own pinnacles had been reached there. They were terrified they had achieved their potential and it wasn’t as high as they would have liked. Call me delusional, call me a liar. Do whatever you have to do to get to sleep at night, and wake up in the morning.
Deep down, you hate me not for the lies I spew. You despise me for the truth I dare make public. You all know the very same things that I do, but I’m the one with the guts to say them. I’m the one not afraid to tell people what I think, what they think, what you think. That’s why I am the one who will lead WPW to victory at When World’s Collide. But I can’t do it alone.
I need help to pull this off. That’s why I’ll turn to men we can’t trust. I’ll look to men who hate me to come through. I’ll side with those who spew poison about me whenever they can. This battle isn’t about Scorch, the cult like leader. It’s not about Scorch the deceiver. It’s not about Scorch, the snake in the grass. This is about keeping our home, about not letting it get burnt to the ground. This is about making sure that everyone understands that simply changing the letters and even moving an ocean away, you’re still WPW. And you always will be.
T-Dog, you’re the first to get your chance to prove to WPW that you belong on the team. You don’t need to prove yourself to me any more. You’ve done that, you’ve paid your debt. But now, you need to show her that you’re ready. You need to show that you can beat some of the best we had to offer. Sorry, that EWE has to offer. I get confused as to which is which some times. You know how that goes. So T-Dog, I’m not asking you to be my friend. Just do what you do best, be a wrestler who just happens to excel in the tag environment and let’s take down Parker and Karver. Perhaps then, we’ll see just where you belong on Team WPW.
Oh and one last thing before I go.
Scorch pulls out a folder from the shelf.
Judge.
He looks through some papers inside. His eyes glance over photos.
I know you’re set to fight The One at WWC. But you better find a way to pull double duty. Because you owe blood to WPW, and I’m going to see that she gets it.
He then pulls out a sheet of paper from the records.
A list.
You’re mine.
The List.