"And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day." (Genesis 1: 3-5)
Senester is sitting watching a screen with a smile on his face, almost one of pride as the camera pans around to see a black screen with the text.
HWA Introductory Promo: Date 11/30/2005
Title: Statement of Intent
In shot we see a large HWA banner strung-up across a wall in the background. In front of it stands a pyramid of monitors, each one showing footage of different HWA wrestlers, be it from matches or segments. In front of the pyramid of monitors, to the right of frame stands the figure of a lean-but-well-built male, his brown hair rather messy, white wifebeater covering his torso. He seems to be watching the monitors intently, and after a moment he glances over his shoulder to the camera, then turns his glance up at the banner before him and sighs.
“HWA….” He begins in a quiet, cold tone.
Said-figure turns around, stepping completely into shot to face the camera. He runs a hand over his bearded jaw as he takes a moment in thought.
“I felt the need to personally introduce myself to all and make my first……..formal statement to HWA as a whole.” He says, “First of all, my name is AC James. Throw “Freak” in front of that, and you’ve got my ring-name, a name you won’t have to memorize because I’ll be all over your screens and in your faces soon enough, so I won’t be easy to miss or forget.”
James gestures to the monitors behind him.
“And since my signing, I’ve been doing a little research…..a little homework on HWA and it’s list of ‘talent’.” He says, then smiles and scoffs, “So I come into this place that calls itself the Hardcore Wrestling Association, and I smile. Not because I’m pleased or impressed with what I see, but because the moment I stepped foot in this craphole, all I could see was a bunch of overrated misfits and outcasts…..painted faces, mysterious names and such sad, sad stories to be told. And as I look over footage and profiles of all this so-called talent, I wonder exactly what it is that’s so ‘hardcore’ about you bunch of jack-offs. You may swing chairs, clubs, chains. You may dive off scaffolds or cages, maybe dive through or put people through tables and other such clichéd crap, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s not so much hardcore as it is just plain ...ING STUPID! Just this past week I saw and read pieces on one guy who had the hell stomped out of his testicles, another guy talking to his doctor or whoever about a hole in his lung……”
James stops and looks back at the pyramid of monitors, still shaking his head. He then looks back to the camera, slight smirk on his face.
“You people are plain ...ing crazy.” He says, “Each one of you talentless wannabe’s trying to make up for your lack of talent by attempting to kill each other. A whole roster of goddam Halloween-looking rejects doing stupid crap to try and impress their peers and try and appease the fans. But, while you’re all neck-deep in ‘hardcore’ trying to make something of your piece of shit careers, a new face walks through the doors of the HWA, bringing with him his awesome talents, good-looks and never-ending potential. HWA, your future has arrived, and by-god, it’s never looked any better.”
James smiles cockily for a few moments, but after that it fades.
“But, don’t mistake me talking myself up as being nothing but egotistical talk. Yours-truly can back it up and match it with anyone who cares to bring it. I’m not an ego-driven mouth that’s easy to take-down, and each and every one of you will soon learn that. I can get as nasty and dirty as the next man, I’m not scared by this fed’s so-called ‘hardcore’ talent and I can back up my talk like no other.” James says, “Any HWA ‘star’ that wishes to step up first can feel free…….right now, this is an open challenge. Answer it or ignore it as you see fit, but one way or another I’m steamrolling over this roster like no-other before, so someone might as well volunteer to be my first victim.”
“This, HWA,” James says, his eyes’ intense stare directed right at the camera, “is my ‘statement of intent’, hear my words now as warnings, because my calm tone here is merely the calm before the storm. This “Loose Cannon” is about to unleash a whole shitstorm of ‘do and say what I want, when I want’ attitude on the HWA…….I’m gonna take you bunch of Halloween freaks to a whole other level!”
James smirks, then turns his back to the camera, going back to his monitor-watching.
The footage ends and Senester is still smiling, even clapping as if he just finished watching a film.
(Senester): Five years…what a blink of an eye Altair. I looked into your eyes then, as I’ve looked into them now. You want to know why you, why now, why not years ago? I’m afraid there is no spectacular, no grand answer to provide you with. The fact that you no longer walk beside me, does not mean that my watchful eye has strayed from the path you have taken these past years. I have watched your every move, listened to your every word from day one. I have shared in your triumphs and defeats. Those who watch you on their screens at home, the ones who buy your t-shirts and merchandise, the young wrestlers looking to break into the business can all envy your accomplishments as you have done a great many things these past five years in this business…but you have not done them all. There is so much more that you can do, and that is why we shall meet at Blood, Sweat & Tears. I want to turn back the hands of time to meet AC James all over again.
You don’t feel the narrow path around you widening AC. I assure however, it is there, closer than you think. Like many before you, and many that shall come after… you are about to reach your a fork in the road. Your only advantage is that I am telling you of its existence before you find yourself on your new path for which there is never any turning back. For one night Altair, I shall bring you back home, back to the beginning…I shall revitalize you, I shall clear the fog before you and set you back out in the world to make your choice. This could never have happened years ago. You lacked the perspective you shall now face me with. Now you know what it means to be amongst those you once criticized for the things they do in the ring. Now you know what it means for them to have done them, now having done them yourself. The very prospect of our encounter alone has brought a renewal in your voice. Faintly I hear a little of the old AC James. Do you hear it? Not just with your ears, but can you hear your own words in your soul?
I will have you at your best. I will have the king. I will have the man AC “motherfukin’ James at Blood, Sweat & Tears, and I will defeat you in this match. There are no bugs, no doubts, no questions and no considerations to the contrary about it. However, that does not mean you lose. You need to lose this match, so you can see what you have truly won. It won’t be long before you feel it. The unpleasant churn in your stomach of something not settled within. The frustration with yourself that shall fuel the determination in attempting to correct it. To write a new statement. This is what made you a World Heavyweight Champion. I have no strings I’m attempting to attach to you and watch you dance. My will is always done in the end, the knowledge of the means in which I have it… is beyond you, but “curious”…perhaps. Entertained is more appropriate. I’m going to enjoy this journey with you.
You are one of the true greats of the HWA, we would be having a very different conversation if you were not. You have been chosen because you will deliver to me your international repertoire, and I shall take it by its full force. You will not hold back. I’m glad you’re so willing to answer the questions. From your Busaiku to Yakuza kicks, from your Plancha to your Springboard Dragon Rana’s they shall be answered. Bring me the king AC. Bring me the man who held Ronnie McNeil under his foot until the sole of your shoes wore out. Bring me the man who left his wife in the arctic world to survive on her own. Bring me the man who once called himself “The Horde Centerpiece.” Bring me the man who turned Renegade the goliath… into David, his play thing. Bring me the man who once broadcasted “Loose Cannon TV’ from his home basement. Bring me the man who led Nightmare in chaos at the Kodak Theatre award show those years ago.
Together, let us bring the masses to their feet. Let them watch, waiting and hoping that two banes of their existence, the loud mouth Loose Cannon and the devil himself Senester kill one another. You are correct, there will be no questions left unanswered. This match is not for them, it is for us, and when it is over, when I have won, when you have wiped the blood, the sweat and the tears from your eyes and your face…see the paths before you. One leads to greatness, the other to desolation, mark them well, then walk the aisle into your future. Let us see if you yourself, have become “overrated”, let us see if you yourself have become one of the “misfits,” let us see after Blood, Sweat and Tears your new statement of intent.
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