Recovery

[Benjamin]

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**The scene opened with the camera zooming in on the nameplate outside of the locker room. It was a black plaque adorn with a golden border and a green six ball in the center. The text above and below it read "House Syxx". The camera man procedes to enter the locker room as Symphony stood there in front of her lord dressed elegantly in a sequins dress.**

Symphony: New year. New death. New devestation. New poison. New corruption. New beginning.

**Symphony sounded ominous in her prophecy. She moved out of the way of Syxx, sitting in a throne-like chair wearing his black, green, and gold ring gear and what looked to be a decorated cape.**

Syxx: I do not believe in new year resolutions, at least not for myself. Certainly there are commoners out there with plenty to be resolved so I do not all together dismiss the notion, I have just outgrown that stage of my life where a year changing in number necessitates big changes. Personally, I wouldn't change a thing about me. Professionally, I understand there is work to be done. My bannermen have begun to question my dedication, and while it is one's instinct to feel slightly by such accustations I will remain steadfast in my commitment to proving them wrong. 2014 was a lukewarm year for me. I had my WrestleMania win with Cena against Rated RKO and my Intercontinental title run and then about nine months of filler. I recognize this, but I am no longer dwelling on it. Despite my general dislike for new years resolutions, the timing is just all too convenient for me to turn the page on past mistakes. Now what better way to turn the page on past shortcomings than to exorcize the demons instilled in me by my past tormenters? That brings me to you, Rocky. I may be just a footnote in your decorated, illustrious career but do not think for a second I have forgotten about that night that I was this close to dethroning you and becoming champion of another organization. I understand that the parameters of my current business relationship prevent me from discussing that in any kind of great detail, but I remember you. I remember you leading a dominant nation against a cast of degenerates in which I was associates witth. Lets not get it twisted, my side won more often than not...but that doesn't make me a winner. Organizations like the "X" were designed to launch those affiliated into superstardom, and for some it did just that. The Nation? Well there was only one true shining star in that group, and guess what? It was you Rock. Not only did you go on to hold multiple world champions, headline multiple WrestleManias, have marquee match after marquee match...but it propelled you into superstardom outside of the ring. You became a movie star, an A-List celebrity, you became the most electrifying man in ALL of entertainment! All this success you have had must make you feel like you are the king of the world, but you are not a king because there is no kingdom to be had. You just looked a certain way, talked a certain way, you were always at the right place at the right time. The stars align oh so nicely for a third generation superstar that came from a rich wrestling heritage but for poor old Syxx? Not so much. I didn't have any relatives in the business, I stumbled upon wrestling because when we were kids (and yes, for once my opponent is in the same age bracket as me), there were only about five channels. I was enamoured by the gladiators I saw on television and I knew some day, some way, that was going to be me. I pooled my allowance, I went to every show I could as a kid in Minneapolis and later in St. Petersburg. I set up rings, I got wrestlers water, I did my time, I paid my dues, and eventually I got noticed. It wasn't easy, so many times I feel on hard times. Do you have any idea what it feels like to be a man of my height, my weight, who looks like me, who acts like me? Do you have the slightest clue what real struggle feels like? Do you even know what failure tastes like? The answer is no, and it's not your fault. I don't resent you Rock, I don't even envy you. You had absolutely no say in how easy it was for you to make it to where you were today so I bring not a sword, but a reality check. I am a fair man, and I can look you in the eye and say that on a level playing field with all you have contributed to this business and all I have that you rightfully have ascended much higher than I have, but don't think for a single solitare second it is because you are better than me because you are not. My good friend and mentor Bret Hart said it best, it's not that I'm not good enough...it's because I'm selfless. My whole career I have catered so heavily to those around me that I forgot to reach in and take my piece of the pie. So now it is time for me to serve you, and the main chorus is not going to be this "poon tang pie" you so covert, on Warfare I serve you up a piece of humble pie because that is EXACTLY what you are going to be eating when I beat you in this middle of that ring! My ass isn't made of candy, but your ass is grass...AND I'M GONNA SMOKE IT!

Symphony: Certainly there are those that are rather impressed with the brahma bull's quick rise to the EBWF championship picture?

Syxx: Sounds like a load of brahma bullshit. I've been there, I've done that, and just like The Rock...I didn't get the job done. My loss to Sami Zayn and The Rock's loss to Solomon Crowe put us in a similar positions. Both back to the drawing board. The significance of all of this? This is the first time I have EVER met The Rock on an event playing field. No Nation of Domination, no Corporations, no D-Generation X, no New World Order, no Shawn Michaels to screw me out of the title. All of the window dressing has been stripped down and we finally have the opportunity to prove which one is truly greater than the other. In The Rock's lengthy absense it may be entirely possible that a new "people's champ" had emerged. Was it me? Definitely not by design, but a case could be made. How a socially awkward misanthrope could ever even make a case for such a distinction is quite beyond me, but it's no secret that House Syxx is not without its legions of followers. A match of mine is like a battle, a victory is like an anthem. The amount of Oscars I have been nominated for in my lifetime is directly proportionate to the amount of fucks I give about such a distinction. The Rock has a million dollar smile, but I have a six million dollar spin kick that could cost "The Great One" a billion dollars in dental work. I am not the people's guiding light, I am the omni-present darkness when there is no light to be found. I don't wear a white hat and I'm not a nice guy, and you won't find me on space mountain...I reside legions below. I used to love this business, but I'm not so sure anymore. It's not that I don't still feel a burning desire to succeed in wrestling but I'm not quite sure I know what love is anymore. My desire is not to love or be loved, in 2015 it is simply to kill, to devestate, to poison, to corrupt, and when I am done to begin all over again. New year. New death. New devestation. New poison. New corruption. New beginning. I am frozen, and to paraphase a popular children's movie it is all because of my ability to "let it go". I am no longer bound by all that used to define me. So too is The Rock free of all that used to define him, seriously Rock, how long has it been since you were somebody in this business? This is finally it, the level playing field. Forget your father, your grandfather, all that you were ever handed. Forget my childhood of poverty, my absentee father, my years of substance abuse, and all I have ever lived for. THIS. IS. IT. I am pushing all my chips to the center of the table. I am coming out with a fire that you have never seen before and if you can defeat me I will respect you for everything you have ever been but if not then absolutely everything you have ever accomplished is irrelevant because in 2015 this is a "What have you done for me lately?" kind of game. I am hereby throwing my name in the hat, it has been way too long since the EBWF roster has been forced to take notice but here tonight in Denver, Colorado the entire EBWF world will remember why I am the poison. Afterwards we may have to throw ourselves a little bit of a party. I hear certain things are legal in these parts and by that I am in no way, shape, or form implying that I would do ANYTHING to violate the EBWF wellness policy. It's like this. Tonight, one 42 year old man takes on another 42 year old man and at the end of the day we are going to figure out who has still got it, and who has lost all of their "atittude". Though the attitude of the past may has faded, the EBWF and professional wrestling in general is headed into a new era and I will be damned if I am not in the forefront of the new era just like I was in the last couple. In light of the new era and since we are "throwing it back", I propose I do a little "throwback Monday" so to speak so I want you all to listen real good. Tonight Syxx is going to rock "The Great One's" world and if you're not down with that...I'VE GOT TWO WORDS FOR YA...

**The crowd yells "SUCK IT!" as the scene fades.**