VIDEO: Down the road, that's where I'll always be.
May 29, 2016 13:42:04 GMT
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Post by Lex Collins on May 29, 2016 13:42:04 GMT
The following video was posted early this morning on the SCW website as well as Lex Collins' personal YouTube channel.
YouTube posting (video, publicly listed)
"So, guess I've put this off long enough, huh?" The image on screen fades up from twilight blue-black to show Lex Collins sitting on a stool, what looks like an expensive microphone set up in front of him along with a mixing board and a laptop. He looks tired, disheveled like he's just rolled out of bed. With a sigh, he rakes his right hand through his hair, pushing the unruly strands from his face. Devoid of the product he usually has in there, it simply flops back down the moment he lets his hand fall.
"Okay. So. This' gonna be... I'ma speak slowly, fuckin' plainly 'cause I got a feelin' like this' gonna be taken a million shades of wrong right off the hop an' I just don't got the energy to play Mr. Teflon this week, alright? You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down so far?"
He rests his elbow on that counter, rubbing his hand back and forth across his mouth. His eyes are restless, shifting back and forth, not really settling on the camera for any length of time.
"SCW's Showdown... the one on May twenty-second... that's... that'll be the last time you ever see me lurkin' outside The Luxor. The Wildcard on the fifth? Last time I was in a Sin City ring – mean to keep it that way. Roundabout way, I guess... sayin' I'm done. Sad music, David Banner walkin' the wrong way 'long that highway, thumb out like he's lookin' to catch a ride – anywhere but here. Last part's important. Anywhere. But. Here. An' I know what you're gonna say. Same thing they said when I split on FTW after losin' to Matt Ford. Said I was scared. Said I ran into a fuckin' glass ceilin', like smackin' my head gave me some concussion an' I was suddenly makin' some willy-nilly bullshit knee-jerk choice. No more then, y'know, than right now. I... thought a lot about this. An'... I done all I wanted to do here in Vegas. Faced all the people I wanted to face. No names on that list left uncrossed an' the funny part is... I beat 'em all. What's that say, really? That I'm ready to spread my wings? That... I'm bigger'n this?"
He pauses, shaking his head, his dark eyes sad.
"Nah. Nothin' like that. See, Rise Against said it best... 'there's laughter and oh there's love, just past the edge of our fears. An' there's chaos when push comes to shove... but it's music to my ears. I gotta... I gotta follow my piper, y'know? I gotta dance to the music an' right now that means pullin' up stakes. Means lettin' that room on permanent hold go. Means clearin' out that locker, takin' down the picture of my wife I got taped up inside... means lettin' someone else have the last Pepsi in caterin' next time. Means havin' the smarts to recognize'at a year sunk into the place wasn't just drops in the bucket 'cause that year fuckin' meant somethin'. I'm not the same guy who walked that beach at Cancun Clash 2015, feelin' emptiness pullin' him towards the water. This ain't the end for me an' I'm sure SCW's gonna get on just fine without me – sure you guys... the asses in the seats an' the eyeballs watchin' at home or online or whatever – sure you guys'll follow if you wanna. I'm goin' back... I'm goin'... there's a place in Louisiana an' God help me, already feels a lot like comin' home. Pure Amusement Wrestlin' – look it up if you wanna."
Lex falls silent again, looking down.
"That's... that's where I'm headed – place I called home for the seventeen shittiest years of my life an' y'know what's funny? Don't hurt to go there no more – guess I finally broke surface, finally rose above after all. So... no place to go from here but to keep on risin', y'know?"
He chuckles softly, shaking his head, the rueful sound so damned familiar and so sad.
"Like Larry Gowan said... 'this ain't goodbye. It's just see ya later'. It's just... different bat-time. Different bat-channel, y'know? So..."
He holds up two fingers at the camera with a crooked half-smile on his lips, showing off that dimple in his cheek. Freeze-frame, the last word spoken clearly voice-over because his lips don't move.
"Peace."
YouTube posting (video, publicly listed)
"So, guess I've put this off long enough, huh?" The image on screen fades up from twilight blue-black to show Lex Collins sitting on a stool, what looks like an expensive microphone set up in front of him along with a mixing board and a laptop. He looks tired, disheveled like he's just rolled out of bed. With a sigh, he rakes his right hand through his hair, pushing the unruly strands from his face. Devoid of the product he usually has in there, it simply flops back down the moment he lets his hand fall.
"Okay. So. This' gonna be... I'ma speak slowly, fuckin' plainly 'cause I got a feelin' like this' gonna be taken a million shades of wrong right off the hop an' I just don't got the energy to play Mr. Teflon this week, alright? You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down so far?"
He rests his elbow on that counter, rubbing his hand back and forth across his mouth. His eyes are restless, shifting back and forth, not really settling on the camera for any length of time.
"SCW's Showdown... the one on May twenty-second... that's... that'll be the last time you ever see me lurkin' outside The Luxor. The Wildcard on the fifth? Last time I was in a Sin City ring – mean to keep it that way. Roundabout way, I guess... sayin' I'm done. Sad music, David Banner walkin' the wrong way 'long that highway, thumb out like he's lookin' to catch a ride – anywhere but here. Last part's important. Anywhere. But. Here. An' I know what you're gonna say. Same thing they said when I split on FTW after losin' to Matt Ford. Said I was scared. Said I ran into a fuckin' glass ceilin', like smackin' my head gave me some concussion an' I was suddenly makin' some willy-nilly bullshit knee-jerk choice. No more then, y'know, than right now. I... thought a lot about this. An'... I done all I wanted to do here in Vegas. Faced all the people I wanted to face. No names on that list left uncrossed an' the funny part is... I beat 'em all. What's that say, really? That I'm ready to spread my wings? That... I'm bigger'n this?"
He pauses, shaking his head, his dark eyes sad.
"Nah. Nothin' like that. See, Rise Against said it best... 'there's laughter and oh there's love, just past the edge of our fears. An' there's chaos when push comes to shove... but it's music to my ears. I gotta... I gotta follow my piper, y'know? I gotta dance to the music an' right now that means pullin' up stakes. Means lettin' that room on permanent hold go. Means clearin' out that locker, takin' down the picture of my wife I got taped up inside... means lettin' someone else have the last Pepsi in caterin' next time. Means havin' the smarts to recognize'at a year sunk into the place wasn't just drops in the bucket 'cause that year fuckin' meant somethin'. I'm not the same guy who walked that beach at Cancun Clash 2015, feelin' emptiness pullin' him towards the water. This ain't the end for me an' I'm sure SCW's gonna get on just fine without me – sure you guys... the asses in the seats an' the eyeballs watchin' at home or online or whatever – sure you guys'll follow if you wanna. I'm goin' back... I'm goin'... there's a place in Louisiana an' God help me, already feels a lot like comin' home. Pure Amusement Wrestlin' – look it up if you wanna."
Lex falls silent again, looking down.
"That's... that's where I'm headed – place I called home for the seventeen shittiest years of my life an' y'know what's funny? Don't hurt to go there no more – guess I finally broke surface, finally rose above after all. So... no place to go from here but to keep on risin', y'know?"
He chuckles softly, shaking his head, the rueful sound so damned familiar and so sad.
"Like Larry Gowan said... 'this ain't goodbye. It's just see ya later'. It's just... different bat-time. Different bat-channel, y'know? So..."
He holds up two fingers at the camera with a crooked half-smile on his lips, showing off that dimple in his cheek. Freeze-frame, the last word spoken clearly voice-over because his lips don't move.
"Peace."
