Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2011 20:22:07 GMT -6
The scene opens up inside a fairly large Holiday Inn hotel bedroom. Two single beds are lined up parallel to one another, a small desk partitioning them as a long wooden structure runs along the wall at their feet, a television sitting on top. Several suitcases and other items are scattered across the room, a suit jacket resting over the arm of a chair in the corner of the room and a whilst a pile of female garments are slung across one of the beds. Suddenly the main door to the room begins to open as Roberto Verona walks through the gap, a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in another, before letting the door close behind him. Taking a sip of coffee he stares to his left and shake his head before walking past another door towards the long wooden structure, placing his coffee and newspaper on top, turning back towards the other door and knocking on it loudly.
Roberto Verona : Are you ready yet, you’ve been in there for over half an hour?
Roberto knocked on the bathroom door, the room falls silent for a moment before the door opens and Hannah pokes her head around the side of it with a towel wrapped around her damp hair, a looks of displeasure upon her face.
Hannah : Why don’t you sit your ass back down on your bed and watch some TV, you do know those special movies don’t show up on the bill right?
Roberto mutters something under his breath before sitting down on the edge of his bed, propping himself up with both his arms.
Roberto Verona : I find it a little disturbing that your trying to edge me towards self-pleasure whilst you’re in the room next door, you’re a pervert.
Hannah : Oh behave yourself for five minutes will you.
Hannah’s head shoots back in to the bathroom and slams the door behind her, leaving Roberto alone for a few moments before he lays back and turns his head in Hannah’s direction.
Roberto Verona : Seriously though, I am starting to get restless being stuck in a hotel room all day, I can’t spend every waking moment training and watching Simpson’s re-runs.
Hannah shouts back, although her voice is muffled slightly by the closed door.
Hannah : I thought you felt refreshed having a week off? Wasn’t that we spent a few days travelling the country to get away from it all?
Roberto Verona : I did, I feel much better for it but the moment I heard about this week’s match I have been itching to get back in the ring and time seems to be just dragging waiting for the weekend.
Hannah : You’ll get your chance soon enough, just settle down and let me finish in here. I don’t just wake up looking this way you know.
Roberto Verona : If God programmed women to be genetically plastered in makeup and fake tan then I aren’t sure I ever want to meet the guy…
Hannah bangs on the wall loudly, startling Roberto as he chuckles to himself, leaving her to finish getting herself ready to face the world. Rolling on to one side Roberto grabs a nearby wrestling magazine. Looking at the front cover Roberto curls his nose in disgust at the main feature on Rob Diamond and Steve Awesome.
Roberto Verona : This garbage passes as entertainment to some people? No wonder the world is going down the crapper…
Throwing the magazine to one side Roberto lays back and sighs, a hint of boredom in his tone as he looks at the ceiling. A few moments pass before the bathroom door opens and Hannah steps out, wringing her hair with the towel that was previously wrapped around his scalp like a tribal head dress. Walking past Roberto she slaps him on the foot causing him to sit up as she sit down on her own bed opposite him.
Hannah : I leave you alone for a few minutes and you get back into bed?
Roberto Verona : What can I say, without your riveting company I just can’t keep my eyes open for a few moments.
Hannah : Yeah, alright smart arse. So what do you want do with the rest of the day?
Roberto Verona : I don’t know.
Hannah : Seriously? You spend all day complaining and then when I ask how to remedy that you haven’t thought of anything to do?
Roberto Verona : They don’t pay me to construct schedules your highness. I just can’t think of anything to do in Sheffield when the football season is over. I’d rather not spend my time in Meadowhall spending my hard earned money on another skirt for you. Other than that this place is about as entertaining as contracting syphilis.
Hannah : Then what do you suggest?
Roberto Verona : Well, unless you are going to strip down to your underwear and have a pillow fight with some twins I guess we should sit down and talk about a few things.
Hannah cocks her eyebrow, a look of concern washing across her face. She finishes drying her hair with the towel, laying it one side before leaning forward.
Hannah : Like what exactly?
As Roberto sits up the scene begins to fade, leaving the two alone in the silence that has enveloped the pair, a few cars rushing along the road outside the window.
Roberto Verona : You know Doc, for perhaps the first time since I signed my name on the dotted line in Leonard Fox’s office, I will have to admit that my opponent actually has a point. Granted, consider I have been facing verbal car wrecks like the jabbering Todd Williams, it isn’t a massive achievement but I must admit, what you had to say perhaps had an element of truth in it. Now I could go meandering off down the rather predictable road of highlighting your compliments, caressing my ego with recollections of your glowing praises and grinning like an inane cretin but the fact is I aren’t a talentless hack who relies on reiterating the praise of others to enshrine myself with glory. No, I am going to get straight to the point and address your concerns about the Young Guns instead.
Doc, you are right. I did gloss over Venom’s departure a few weeks ago, and perhaps it came across as naivety but the fact of the matter is that sitting around whinging about it and entertaining a doom and gloom mongering just isn’t the way I do things. You’re right; lose Charlie Velez and Venom all within a few months of one another is hardly an advantage, hell some would say that it is a deathblow for the Young Guns. I can’t deny that losing them has put us at a momentary disadvantage, Charlie Velez was one of the apex wrestlers in NCW and Venom was one of the most dominant National Champions in the company’s history, if any faction lost talent on their level it would hinder them. However, and perhaps this may come across as crazy to some, but in my eyes the Young Guns needed to lose Charlie and Venom.
Now before people start reaching for the straight jacket, let me say this. With Charlie and Venom at the helm the Young Guns were a dominant force, perhaps the most powerful this company has seen. Charlie and Venom were two of the most talented competitors on the roster, I wouldn’t dispute that. Where am I going with this? Well, Doc, what I am trying to say is that for the rest of us to flourish, we needed to step out from Charlie and Venom’s shadows and that wasn’t something we would have ever been able to do with both of them still commanding their place at the head of our table. With those two around, no matter how much talent they amassed beneath them they would never flourish whilst the two top dogs were still battling out with the rest of the guys out in that ring. We would never be anything more than sidekicks who made brief cameos when required.
Now don’t get me wrong, I aren’t claiming that neither of them deserved to be the big boys around here because they did, but I know for a fact that if I was in either of those guys shoes, I wouldn’t be just stepping aside for my prodigies to have a shot at the biggest prize in the game. The simple fact is that with both of them around the best we could ever hope for is a few Tag Team titles and the odd midcard championship run. With them both gone, the rest of us really can grow and evolve.
Which brings me onto your next point, and again you are right on the money Doc, enjoy this praise because the majority of the guys backstage couldn’t arrange a shower in a rainstorm let alone come out with anything remotely resembling a factual statement, unless it involved male phallus’ in some vein. The Young Guns do need to step up to the plate and fill the voids left by Velez and Venom, I completely agree. The fact is that this is a period of re-birth, much to the disappointment of pretty much everybody else who just cannot resist talking about us we are not just going to go away.
I am not shying away from the fact that now is the time to grab destiny, kick it in the ass and climb to the very top of the ladder where I damn well ought to be. There isn’t an ounce of me that thinks that I can take things easy just because I have a shiny metal object wrapped around my mid-section, that the job is done. No, I know that to start with I need to keep my eye out for the rest of the vultures circling my title whilst always keeping my eye on my ultimate goal.
That goal is to reform this decadent and corrupt company from the very bottom to the very top, to knock men, and I use that word loosely, like Rob Diamond off of their undeserved pedestal and wrap the World title around somebody who is worth a damn. The fact is Doc that people should be grateful for the Young Guns as they are now, because when my plans start to fall into place in the coming months people will be begging for a simple beat down and I can guarantee you now that they will not be coming back for more.
I make no apologies for admitting that I joined the Young Guns to align myself with the best talent in this company and to provide myself with a platform to put my vision into place and I can promise you now that I haven’t waltzed in here with tall talk of revolutions with absolutely no resolve to bring these ideals to fruition. I needed something to make people stand up and take notice before I could truly put the piece of the puzzle together and now I am X-Champion, people have learnt to take me seriously. It wasn’t a fluke, everybody will soon learn that. Whatever your decision Doc, things will be changing and you can be damn sure that me, and the rest of the Young Guns, will be going on to greater heights with or without you.
The scene re-opens inside Roberto and Hannah’s hotel room where we left the pair as they both remain seated on their respective beds. Hannah has a contemplative look across her face as Roberto sits patiently waiting for her response, their aforementioned discussion having come to completion. Hannah suddenly looks up and nods her head.
Hannah : Okay, I will do it.
Roberto leans forward, rubbing his beard with one hand before smiling.
Roberto Verona : I am glad to hear it, finally things are going to start getting done properly around here.
Hannah : When do you want me to start?
Roberto Verona : I do not see any reason to procrastinate, I have been thinking about it for a long time, since before you ever re-surfaced in fact. Why waste any more time just having you around as company?
Hannah : Well…. If you are sure about it…
Roberto Verona : I am positive.
Hannah : Well in that case….
Hannah lifts herself up from her bed, grabbing her mobile phone from the bedside table.
Hannah : I ought to get to work, no point wasting precious time is there.
Roberto Verona : That’s the attitude.
Suddenly Hannah falls silent, mulling something over in her mind. Roberto cocks his head to one side to look up at her, clicking his finger a few inches from he, snapping her out of her day dream.
Roberto Verona : Is everything alright?
Hannah looks at him and smiles.
Hannah : Yes, I was just wondering when you’d be telling the rest of the Guns is all.
Roberto Verona : Soon enough, let’s just get to work on this by ourselves for the time being, we need to get the ball rolling.
Hannah : Whatever suits you I suppose. Listen, I am going to go and make a few phone calls, can we talk a bit more when I get back?
Roberto Verona : Sure thing, maybe I’ll spend a bit on this television…..
Hannah laughs, walking past Roberto and towards the door to the hotel hallway before Roberto pokes his head around the corner.
Roberto Verona : Oh, and one more thing.
Hannah : Yes?
Roberto smiles, the grin running across his lips.
Roberto Verona : Welcome aboard, Miss Reed.
Hannah smiles, nodding her head in recognition before turning and exiting the room, closing the door gently behind her. Roberto drags himself across the bed, laying back down before grabbing the remote control, thrusting it in the air in the general direction of the television.
Roberto Verona : Let’s see what I can find….
The scene begins to fade and Roberto bashes a few buttons, channel hopping as he searches for something of interest before finding something satisfactory and leaning back with his hands behind his head as the image turns to black.
Roberto Verona : Next up is a man who begs a very serious question; How does it feel to suck? Well, perhaps the best person to answer this question besides Roxxxie is the man making that very enquiry. So Alex Jones, just how does it feel to suck? When you’re done with that one, how about answer me this. When are you to quit crying like the fat girl at prom about respect and start showing me some?
You see you seem to enjoy the sound of your own voice so much as you rant on and on about how mean Andrew is for not respecting you, and boy do you go on about it, but yet at the same time you dedicate your entire air time to Andrew Jacobsen and Doc. Do you spot the glaring omission there Alex? Wow, you certainly didn’t win that Nation title with your amazing intellect did you?
You know I get it, you’re Andrew’s pet project at the minute and you’ve got your panties in a twist about how you have had your ass handed to you by the Young Guns over the past few weeks and now you have to pair up with your one time adversary Doc and you’re a little pre-occupied with nursing your gargantuan paranoia that you team mate is going to stab you in the back but here is a newsflash for you; this is a tag team match and Andrew Jacobsen has a partner, and not just any partner. He has the NCW X-Champion in his corner. So how about you zip your lips, sit your ass down and show some damn respect for your other opponent this Sunday? As you say yourself Alex, to get to the man you really want out there you have got to get through me first and let me break this too you, it isn’t a trivial a task as you seem to suggest.
I didn’t fluke my way to the X-Championship Jones, I planned my path to the belt very carefully and when Todd offered the chance up on a plate far earlier than I had ever predicted I took the opportunity presented to me. When you drag yourself to your weekly ass kicking at Collision on Sunday you will soon discover that to complete underestimate me isn’t a smart move. You see you may think that the whole main event is about you and Andrew and Doc’s Big Decision but you seem to have completely overlooked the fact that for a second match running, I will be picking up a win nobody saw coming.
Spike Kane though he was a better man than I and I shoved his pompous arrogance back down his throat and this week Alex, while you are pre-occupied with your emotional rollercoaster with Jacobsen I fully intend to steal the show, again, be it by pinning your sorry ass to the mat or Doc’s, it really doesn’t matter to me one iota which one of you two I defeat.
So blabber on incoherently about respect and how for some reason you deserve it, jibber on tirelessly about how you sure do hope Doc has your back whilst regaling us all with laughable notions like getting revenge if he doesn’t and witter on incessantly about your history with the Young Guns because on Sunday you are going to get a little look at the future; me standing over your carcass with my alarms aloft in the Main Event of the company’s premier weekly showcase, another victory under my belt on my rise of the very top of pile whilst the old guard like yourself sink to the bottom of the sea where you relics belong.
You can ignore me if you like Alex, I am sure you will just shrug it off as having “bigger fish to fry” but let me promise you that when this week is over, you will not be forgetting about me again so easily. It’s going to be a pleasure working off that ring rust this week by kicking you all across the four corners of the British Isles Jones, let’s just hope that when Reborn rolls around your fit to face your opponent huh? After all, you are the Phoenix right? It is just a shame you’ll be re-spawning a defeated man…
Roberto Verona : Are you ready yet, you’ve been in there for over half an hour?
Roberto knocked on the bathroom door, the room falls silent for a moment before the door opens and Hannah pokes her head around the side of it with a towel wrapped around her damp hair, a looks of displeasure upon her face.
Hannah : Why don’t you sit your ass back down on your bed and watch some TV, you do know those special movies don’t show up on the bill right?
Roberto mutters something under his breath before sitting down on the edge of his bed, propping himself up with both his arms.
Roberto Verona : I find it a little disturbing that your trying to edge me towards self-pleasure whilst you’re in the room next door, you’re a pervert.
Hannah : Oh behave yourself for five minutes will you.
Hannah’s head shoots back in to the bathroom and slams the door behind her, leaving Roberto alone for a few moments before he lays back and turns his head in Hannah’s direction.
Roberto Verona : Seriously though, I am starting to get restless being stuck in a hotel room all day, I can’t spend every waking moment training and watching Simpson’s re-runs.
Hannah shouts back, although her voice is muffled slightly by the closed door.
Hannah : I thought you felt refreshed having a week off? Wasn’t that we spent a few days travelling the country to get away from it all?
Roberto Verona : I did, I feel much better for it but the moment I heard about this week’s match I have been itching to get back in the ring and time seems to be just dragging waiting for the weekend.
Hannah : You’ll get your chance soon enough, just settle down and let me finish in here. I don’t just wake up looking this way you know.
Roberto Verona : If God programmed women to be genetically plastered in makeup and fake tan then I aren’t sure I ever want to meet the guy…
Hannah bangs on the wall loudly, startling Roberto as he chuckles to himself, leaving her to finish getting herself ready to face the world. Rolling on to one side Roberto grabs a nearby wrestling magazine. Looking at the front cover Roberto curls his nose in disgust at the main feature on Rob Diamond and Steve Awesome.
Roberto Verona : This garbage passes as entertainment to some people? No wonder the world is going down the crapper…
Throwing the magazine to one side Roberto lays back and sighs, a hint of boredom in his tone as he looks at the ceiling. A few moments pass before the bathroom door opens and Hannah steps out, wringing her hair with the towel that was previously wrapped around his scalp like a tribal head dress. Walking past Roberto she slaps him on the foot causing him to sit up as she sit down on her own bed opposite him.
Hannah : I leave you alone for a few minutes and you get back into bed?
Roberto Verona : What can I say, without your riveting company I just can’t keep my eyes open for a few moments.
Hannah : Yeah, alright smart arse. So what do you want do with the rest of the day?
Roberto Verona : I don’t know.
Hannah : Seriously? You spend all day complaining and then when I ask how to remedy that you haven’t thought of anything to do?
Roberto Verona : They don’t pay me to construct schedules your highness. I just can’t think of anything to do in Sheffield when the football season is over. I’d rather not spend my time in Meadowhall spending my hard earned money on another skirt for you. Other than that this place is about as entertaining as contracting syphilis.
Hannah : Then what do you suggest?
Roberto Verona : Well, unless you are going to strip down to your underwear and have a pillow fight with some twins I guess we should sit down and talk about a few things.
Hannah cocks her eyebrow, a look of concern washing across her face. She finishes drying her hair with the towel, laying it one side before leaning forward.
Hannah : Like what exactly?
As Roberto sits up the scene begins to fade, leaving the two alone in the silence that has enveloped the pair, a few cars rushing along the road outside the window.
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Roberto Verona : You know Doc, for perhaps the first time since I signed my name on the dotted line in Leonard Fox’s office, I will have to admit that my opponent actually has a point. Granted, consider I have been facing verbal car wrecks like the jabbering Todd Williams, it isn’t a massive achievement but I must admit, what you had to say perhaps had an element of truth in it. Now I could go meandering off down the rather predictable road of highlighting your compliments, caressing my ego with recollections of your glowing praises and grinning like an inane cretin but the fact is I aren’t a talentless hack who relies on reiterating the praise of others to enshrine myself with glory. No, I am going to get straight to the point and address your concerns about the Young Guns instead.
Doc, you are right. I did gloss over Venom’s departure a few weeks ago, and perhaps it came across as naivety but the fact of the matter is that sitting around whinging about it and entertaining a doom and gloom mongering just isn’t the way I do things. You’re right; lose Charlie Velez and Venom all within a few months of one another is hardly an advantage, hell some would say that it is a deathblow for the Young Guns. I can’t deny that losing them has put us at a momentary disadvantage, Charlie Velez was one of the apex wrestlers in NCW and Venom was one of the most dominant National Champions in the company’s history, if any faction lost talent on their level it would hinder them. However, and perhaps this may come across as crazy to some, but in my eyes the Young Guns needed to lose Charlie and Venom.
Now before people start reaching for the straight jacket, let me say this. With Charlie and Venom at the helm the Young Guns were a dominant force, perhaps the most powerful this company has seen. Charlie and Venom were two of the most talented competitors on the roster, I wouldn’t dispute that. Where am I going with this? Well, Doc, what I am trying to say is that for the rest of us to flourish, we needed to step out from Charlie and Venom’s shadows and that wasn’t something we would have ever been able to do with both of them still commanding their place at the head of our table. With those two around, no matter how much talent they amassed beneath them they would never flourish whilst the two top dogs were still battling out with the rest of the guys out in that ring. We would never be anything more than sidekicks who made brief cameos when required.
Now don’t get me wrong, I aren’t claiming that neither of them deserved to be the big boys around here because they did, but I know for a fact that if I was in either of those guys shoes, I wouldn’t be just stepping aside for my prodigies to have a shot at the biggest prize in the game. The simple fact is that with both of them around the best we could ever hope for is a few Tag Team titles and the odd midcard championship run. With them both gone, the rest of us really can grow and evolve.
Which brings me onto your next point, and again you are right on the money Doc, enjoy this praise because the majority of the guys backstage couldn’t arrange a shower in a rainstorm let alone come out with anything remotely resembling a factual statement, unless it involved male phallus’ in some vein. The Young Guns do need to step up to the plate and fill the voids left by Velez and Venom, I completely agree. The fact is that this is a period of re-birth, much to the disappointment of pretty much everybody else who just cannot resist talking about us we are not just going to go away.
I am not shying away from the fact that now is the time to grab destiny, kick it in the ass and climb to the very top of the ladder where I damn well ought to be. There isn’t an ounce of me that thinks that I can take things easy just because I have a shiny metal object wrapped around my mid-section, that the job is done. No, I know that to start with I need to keep my eye out for the rest of the vultures circling my title whilst always keeping my eye on my ultimate goal.
That goal is to reform this decadent and corrupt company from the very bottom to the very top, to knock men, and I use that word loosely, like Rob Diamond off of their undeserved pedestal and wrap the World title around somebody who is worth a damn. The fact is Doc that people should be grateful for the Young Guns as they are now, because when my plans start to fall into place in the coming months people will be begging for a simple beat down and I can guarantee you now that they will not be coming back for more.
I make no apologies for admitting that I joined the Young Guns to align myself with the best talent in this company and to provide myself with a platform to put my vision into place and I can promise you now that I haven’t waltzed in here with tall talk of revolutions with absolutely no resolve to bring these ideals to fruition. I needed something to make people stand up and take notice before I could truly put the piece of the puzzle together and now I am X-Champion, people have learnt to take me seriously. It wasn’t a fluke, everybody will soon learn that. Whatever your decision Doc, things will be changing and you can be damn sure that me, and the rest of the Young Guns, will be going on to greater heights with or without you.
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The scene re-opens inside Roberto and Hannah’s hotel room where we left the pair as they both remain seated on their respective beds. Hannah has a contemplative look across her face as Roberto sits patiently waiting for her response, their aforementioned discussion having come to completion. Hannah suddenly looks up and nods her head.
Hannah : Okay, I will do it.
Roberto leans forward, rubbing his beard with one hand before smiling.
Roberto Verona : I am glad to hear it, finally things are going to start getting done properly around here.
Hannah : When do you want me to start?
Roberto Verona : I do not see any reason to procrastinate, I have been thinking about it for a long time, since before you ever re-surfaced in fact. Why waste any more time just having you around as company?
Hannah : Well…. If you are sure about it…
Roberto Verona : I am positive.
Hannah : Well in that case….
Hannah lifts herself up from her bed, grabbing her mobile phone from the bedside table.
Hannah : I ought to get to work, no point wasting precious time is there.
Roberto Verona : That’s the attitude.
Suddenly Hannah falls silent, mulling something over in her mind. Roberto cocks his head to one side to look up at her, clicking his finger a few inches from he, snapping her out of her day dream.
Roberto Verona : Is everything alright?
Hannah looks at him and smiles.
Hannah : Yes, I was just wondering when you’d be telling the rest of the Guns is all.
Roberto Verona : Soon enough, let’s just get to work on this by ourselves for the time being, we need to get the ball rolling.
Hannah : Whatever suits you I suppose. Listen, I am going to go and make a few phone calls, can we talk a bit more when I get back?
Roberto Verona : Sure thing, maybe I’ll spend a bit on this television…..
Hannah laughs, walking past Roberto and towards the door to the hotel hallway before Roberto pokes his head around the corner.
Roberto Verona : Oh, and one more thing.
Hannah : Yes?
Roberto smiles, the grin running across his lips.
Roberto Verona : Welcome aboard, Miss Reed.
Hannah smiles, nodding her head in recognition before turning and exiting the room, closing the door gently behind her. Roberto drags himself across the bed, laying back down before grabbing the remote control, thrusting it in the air in the general direction of the television.
Roberto Verona : Let’s see what I can find….
The scene begins to fade and Roberto bashes a few buttons, channel hopping as he searches for something of interest before finding something satisfactory and leaning back with his hands behind his head as the image turns to black.
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Roberto Verona : Next up is a man who begs a very serious question; How does it feel to suck? Well, perhaps the best person to answer this question besides Roxxxie is the man making that very enquiry. So Alex Jones, just how does it feel to suck? When you’re done with that one, how about answer me this. When are you to quit crying like the fat girl at prom about respect and start showing me some?
You see you seem to enjoy the sound of your own voice so much as you rant on and on about how mean Andrew is for not respecting you, and boy do you go on about it, but yet at the same time you dedicate your entire air time to Andrew Jacobsen and Doc. Do you spot the glaring omission there Alex? Wow, you certainly didn’t win that Nation title with your amazing intellect did you?
You know I get it, you’re Andrew’s pet project at the minute and you’ve got your panties in a twist about how you have had your ass handed to you by the Young Guns over the past few weeks and now you have to pair up with your one time adversary Doc and you’re a little pre-occupied with nursing your gargantuan paranoia that you team mate is going to stab you in the back but here is a newsflash for you; this is a tag team match and Andrew Jacobsen has a partner, and not just any partner. He has the NCW X-Champion in his corner. So how about you zip your lips, sit your ass down and show some damn respect for your other opponent this Sunday? As you say yourself Alex, to get to the man you really want out there you have got to get through me first and let me break this too you, it isn’t a trivial a task as you seem to suggest.
I didn’t fluke my way to the X-Championship Jones, I planned my path to the belt very carefully and when Todd offered the chance up on a plate far earlier than I had ever predicted I took the opportunity presented to me. When you drag yourself to your weekly ass kicking at Collision on Sunday you will soon discover that to complete underestimate me isn’t a smart move. You see you may think that the whole main event is about you and Andrew and Doc’s Big Decision but you seem to have completely overlooked the fact that for a second match running, I will be picking up a win nobody saw coming.
Spike Kane though he was a better man than I and I shoved his pompous arrogance back down his throat and this week Alex, while you are pre-occupied with your emotional rollercoaster with Jacobsen I fully intend to steal the show, again, be it by pinning your sorry ass to the mat or Doc’s, it really doesn’t matter to me one iota which one of you two I defeat.
So blabber on incoherently about respect and how for some reason you deserve it, jibber on tirelessly about how you sure do hope Doc has your back whilst regaling us all with laughable notions like getting revenge if he doesn’t and witter on incessantly about your history with the Young Guns because on Sunday you are going to get a little look at the future; me standing over your carcass with my alarms aloft in the Main Event of the company’s premier weekly showcase, another victory under my belt on my rise of the very top of pile whilst the old guard like yourself sink to the bottom of the sea where you relics belong.
You can ignore me if you like Alex, I am sure you will just shrug it off as having “bigger fish to fry” but let me promise you that when this week is over, you will not be forgetting about me again so easily. It’s going to be a pleasure working off that ring rust this week by kicking you all across the four corners of the British Isles Jones, let’s just hope that when Reborn rolls around your fit to face your opponent huh? After all, you are the Phoenix right? It is just a shame you’ll be re-spawning a defeated man…