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Hex Angel
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"Let me get this out of the way before I do anything else."
"I am the world's biggest Evan Aho fan."
Outside a run- down building in the middle of the city with a flashing "C_OPER'S GYM" missing one of the 'O's, Eli Flair is sitting on a bench, drinking out of a brown paper bag.
"It's a piece of ego, but one I think is fairly accurate, that Aho and I have a lot in common. Both of us are former CSWA World Champions, both of us have become famous - or infamous - for making it this far without bowing to the corporation. You're Evan Aho, Wrestler. I'm Eli Flair, King of Extreme."
"Labels? Sure. But it's who you are, it's who I am."
He took a long drink from the bag.
"I know what you're gonna say, Evan... that this match is important to you because it's your next match. Because I'm the next opponent they've put you against, because it's your job. And on another level, winning this match will give you the shot to become a two- time CSWA World Heavyweight Champion... what better symbol of the best wrestler in the world?"
"That's where we differ, Evan."
"I'm looking forward to this match because it's against a man I've been watching for more than three years now. Because we've both become so much more than we were back in the days of Extreme Wrestling International. Because the one time you and I faced off with each other, in a three- way match that also included Matt Martin... wasn't enough for me."
"Because I want to be the CSWA World Champion one more time before my day is over... and I know that I can't call myself the best unless that road can go through you."
He empties the bottle in the bag and tosses it down the street, where it shatters off- scene with the sounds of glass shards.
"Months ago, I said I didn't give two f**ks about the various groups of people trying to take over the CSWA. And that was by design - because there's no way I can waste my time with the Intruders, with PLR, with the GXW'ers, and keep my eyes on the prize - a World Title match. As things stand now, I've never actually been the challenger in a CSWA World Title match... and the only opportunity I've ever had to win the belt was Anniversary 1999."
"And we all know how that one turned out."
"This is the one I've been waiting over three years for, Evan... a match that has to happen for this promotion to survive. And there's no doubt in my mind, whoever's wearing that belt when you or I go in there to claim what's rightfully ours... the World Champion will be the one to prove. That's a statement that's rife with ego, arrogance, and greed."
"But I also happen to be right."
"I am the world's biggest Evan Aho fan."
Outside a run- down building in the middle of the city with a flashing "C_OPER'S GYM" missing one of the 'O's, Eli Flair is sitting on a bench, drinking out of a brown paper bag.
"It's a piece of ego, but one I think is fairly accurate, that Aho and I have a lot in common. Both of us are former CSWA World Champions, both of us have become famous - or infamous - for making it this far without bowing to the corporation. You're Evan Aho, Wrestler. I'm Eli Flair, King of Extreme."
"Labels? Sure. But it's who you are, it's who I am."
He took a long drink from the bag.
"I know what you're gonna say, Evan... that this match is important to you because it's your next match. Because I'm the next opponent they've put you against, because it's your job. And on another level, winning this match will give you the shot to become a two- time CSWA World Heavyweight Champion... what better symbol of the best wrestler in the world?"
"That's where we differ, Evan."
"I'm looking forward to this match because it's against a man I've been watching for more than three years now. Because we've both become so much more than we were back in the days of Extreme Wrestling International. Because the one time you and I faced off with each other, in a three- way match that also included Matt Martin... wasn't enough for me."
"Because I want to be the CSWA World Champion one more time before my day is over... and I know that I can't call myself the best unless that road can go through you."
He empties the bottle in the bag and tosses it down the street, where it shatters off- scene with the sounds of glass shards.
"Months ago, I said I didn't give two f**ks about the various groups of people trying to take over the CSWA. And that was by design - because there's no way I can waste my time with the Intruders, with PLR, with the GXW'ers, and keep my eyes on the prize - a World Title match. As things stand now, I've never actually been the challenger in a CSWA World Title match... and the only opportunity I've ever had to win the belt was Anniversary 1999."
"And we all know how that one turned out."
"This is the one I've been waiting over three years for, Evan... a match that has to happen for this promotion to survive. And there's no doubt in my mind, whoever's wearing that belt when you or I go in there to claim what's rightfully ours... the World Champion will be the one to prove. That's a statement that's rife with ego, arrogance, and greed."
"But I also happen to be right."