Humble sorrow? (Sylas)

[pollox]

Following a break in the action, Pollox Troy stands in the ring in typical fashion. But this week he seemed indifferent. Almost disappointed even. Shaking his head, Pollox was downtrodden for some reason.

Willy: What do you think has him so depressed? This is kinda' freaky actually.

Tony: Not a clue, Willy. Not a clue.

Pollox sighs before raising his mic to speak to the masses.

Ladies and gentlemen. I stand before you a humbled man. I stand before you ashamed...no...disgusted with my actions of recent. The reprehensible act of putting my hands on a defenseless woman, Kim Hunter. And the heinous, malicious beating I gave Sylas Styles last week. A man who was only acting in defense of his woman. And it makes me sick to my stomach how far things have gone. Ladies and gentlemen, I take no pride in what I've done. None what so ever.

Pollox actually starts whimpering a bit. He wipes away a tear from his eye. No one knew what to make of this development, as it seemed Pollox was completely regretful of his actions...

I...I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen. This is highly unprofessional. This isn't like me at all. 13 years of wrestling and this has never happened to me before. But I need to say this again, and to you personally, Sylas. I do not at all take pride in what I've done to you.









I take JOY in it.

Pollox bursts into laughter as boos rain down on him like an April rain storm. The maniacal Pollox completely switches.

I've not had as much fun beating the crap out of another grown man in years. Seeing my hands covered in your blood was...symphonic almost. Euphoric even. *Laughs* You bared witness 1st hand to what I'm capable of. Sure, you'll come out and say that you've taken far worse beatings in the past. And I say to that maybe you have. But it's not the physical beating I gave you last week that matters. It's the mental one I'm still giving you that counts. Face it, Styles. I'm in your head. Your silly pride will never allow you to admit it, but I've taken you off your game. You fought me on pure emotion last week, and I beat you like a rookie who just learned how to take a bump. And tonight, it's time we settle this, once and for all. Styles, tonight I put things into painful perspective. I show you that you're not only flawed, but weak. You get no quarter tonight. No remorse. No restitution. LAst week, I stained my hands with your blood. This week, I saturate them in it.

As Pollox begins to laugh maniacally, he's suddenly cut of...

[n00b]

*Speaking as he walks onto the stage* Oh you got a win over me, congrats! But you carry on like it's the greatest thing in the world you've ever accomplished. Frankly, if you feel that way, thank you. Just shows that my stock has risen since I came back and went 2 up on you. Now, you've made me bleed. You accomplished an easy task in getting me to bleed. *now walking down the ramp and towards the ring* But I have the pin on you, and your family on two occasions. So instead of you being in MY head, I believe I am in yours. Because you know, I have pinned you, but you, have not pinned me. You just got a lucky break when I bled. So there you go, you made me bleed. So have over a hundred other people. Your match, no different then theirs. So take pride in knowing your win was nothing more then average. But my man handling and defeat of both you and Kaster, was above and beyond the expectations.

Which brings us to now. Just what is it that you want now? A hair vs hair match? Contract on a pole? Loser wears a dress? I expect those are the matches your used to from where you came from. So I worry no more then I did when I accepted your first challenge.

[pollox]

Pollox grins his evil grin. The last thing you give a man like him is his choice of dealing pain to a person.

My friend, I hate to burst your bubble. But you're whole little response there...a complete cop out. "You made me bleed, but so have others." Please. You know what I hear when I hear words like that? A man so stuck up on himself that he refuses to acknowledge he got manhandled. You see the difference between us? I actually give you credit for your skill. In the 1st match, you and Fierhart did a number on us. Everyone saw that. But in the 1st one on one match between us? From where I stood you just barely squeaked out the win after I spent a nice chunk of that match doing what I did to you last week. Beating your ass. And here I actually thought you were a man of conviction. Now the truth comes out. You're just another excuse making dolt who when you win big, EVERYONE hears about it, but when you lose big, you blow it off like it was nothing.

He paces about some and continues on with his response.

And contrary to what that frail little ego of yours tells you, it was far from nothing. You've been beaten before, yes. You've been busted open, yes. But I did more then that. I physically dominated you. I tossed you around this ring like you were the proverbial "red headed step child". I gave you a beating along the lines that crushes egos more then careers. And it apparently worked. Because the fact that you don't even acknowledge the fact that you got your ass kicked means oooooooooooooooh so much. It means you're so embarrassed with your performance that you choose to forget it. Unfortunately for you, you never will so long as I'm in XWA. Because I'm going to remind you of it, and the look on poor Kim's face seconds before my fist collided with the bud of her jaw...over...and over...and over again. You see, Styles. I'm the worst kind of person in this industry. The kind that will step on anyone to get what I want. You don't survive 13 years without making a few enemies along the way. The difference being that I've seen to the dispatching of my enemies with my own hand. Not having them all fall off of the map from losing jobs at failed wrestling organizations. And tonight, I add you to a very long and illustrious list.

He then comes to his final point.

So how can I do that tonight? Hmmmmmmmmmm. I already have your blood on my hands, so that's out of the question. There's already one two many Steel Cage matches on the card, so I won't run that horse into the ground either. Ironman match maybe? Nah, to easy. I've got it. Something that's right for the occasion. I've GOT it. *Hehheh* This is perfect actually. Tonight's match is going to be something different. It'll be a regular singles match, yes. But the loser of the match tonight? Well...he has to roll his battered, beaten ass out of the ring, walk on over to the Time Keeper's table, grab a mic, and concede his FAILURE to the other man. Yea, that'll work nicely. Seeing as you're to proud to admit when you're beaten, but so quick to pat yourself on the back when you win. If you lose tonight, you have to quite literally say that I am the better man. You see, if I lose...I've got no shame saying it. You're better then me on this night, I'll be more then happy to give you props for it. But let's see if your childish pride will allow you to do the same. And not with any stupid jokes. Not with any witty insults. You lose, you grab a mic, say "You are the better man", and keep it moving. Let's see you put you mouth where your money is.

[n00b]

*he chuckles* Have it your way. I've done the whole "admitting defeat" thing with more people then you could know in your entire lifetime. Difference this time is, I just might lose. All the while, your thick skull has concentrated on the fact that I downplay your win. Must get to you, huh? Knowing that your win, means nothing to me. Nothing to anyone other then yourself, your hired goons, and your family.

You can call it what you want, but for me, it's Pride. Pride knowing that one win, does not end a war. It's meager value shrugged off for now, as the war continues and more shots and casualties surmount around me. Sure, one win for you might mean a whole lot, but in the end, it might be your only one. So celebrate like you do, have and will continue to do until the bell rings and I win again. Just know that it's not over, not by a long shot, after this match, and the rest to come. The end will come when you, your family, your followers and friends, all admit you fell to the better men, who defeated you at your own game.