The Writing on the Wall
[font face=verdana]{It is said that the site of London's Piccadilly Square is quite similar to that of Times Square in New York. Looking upon it now, it is quite clear that the comparison is not far off at all. Tonight there is an attraction of another sort however, for none other than GXW's own "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson walks the London streets. Sampson seems unfazed by the spectacle of the streets and instead walks with his head down, his face expressionless as if he is lost deep in thought. Sampson glances up momentarily and sees the camera following him. He smiles slightly, straightens the black trenchcoat wrapped around him, and begins to speak.}
RS: I've wrestled from one end of the world to another and yet the allure of travel never escapes me. Most people abhor the drudgery of travel but I look at it as an escape from the norm. This trip is less pleasant than those I've taken in the past though. This trip has a bit of a shadow hanging over its head. I'm here to take part in Battleground: Britain as once again Kendall Codine and I will be facing off for the Continental title.
I've been both champion and challenger when going up against Kendall Codine but there's always been another factor that kept he and I from seeing who was truly the better man. After this show it will be a different story because this time it's just Kendall and myself alone in the ring. No other competitors to worry about... no dream partners to get in the way... just he and I... mano a mano. As it should be.
It's fitting that it comes to this. The battles Codine and I have had... they've all been brutal. Lesser men would have called it quits long ago but he and I are a different breed. There's no quit inside either of us, which is ironic since the British fans voted to see us go at it an "I Quit" match. On that night, pinfalls and submissions won't matter. The victor that night is the man with the most desire to survive. The man who can take more punishment wins and thus the circle is complete.
Our ancestors fought for survival. Things such as gold title belts or money meant nothing to them. It was life or death. Deep down inside, both Codine and myself both know that this has transcended beyond being about the Continental title. He and I have travelled a parallel course for far too long now and the time will soon come when our paths must separate. For now, though, the unstoppable force and the immovable object are on a collision course and the results won't be pretty.
{Sampson becomes silent for a moment and then looks directly into the camera as he resumes speaking.}
RS: I wonder, Codine, if you're familiar with the Bible? Have you ever read about King Belshazzar? Belshazzar one day saw a disembodied hand writing on a wall. He was terrified by this sight. He was so scared, he offered to make anyone who could interpret the message the third most powerful man in the Babylonian kingdom. The conventional astrologers, soothsayers, and analysts could not decipher the text, as it was in code form and also in another language. The Hebrew prophet Daniel was brought in to read the cryptic scrawlings on the wall before the king and his court. Daniel understood, and told Belshazzar his kingdom had been weighed and was found wanting, and that Babylon would be taken by the Persians that very night. Belshazzar was in a state of disbelief and denial until he was executed several hours later by the Persians. Cyrus, a military genius, had his army divert the Euphrates river into a Babylonian canal system in the north. The river water level dropped to thigh level under the walls of Babylon, and Cyrus’s general Ugbaru and his troops were able to walk in and subdue the greatest city in history without a battle.
A interesting story isn't it? One certainly worth remembering. You see, Kendall, the writing is on the wall for you. The question is: do you understand it? See you in Wembley Stadium, pally.
{With that, Sampson walks away and the scene slowly fades to black.}
