Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2011 19:48:06 GMT -6
Wembley Stadium, Reborn, June 16th 2011
Roberto is sat on a steel chair, propped up again a long brick wall with numerous signs and posters as NCW staff rush back and forth. Blood flows from an open wound in his forehead as he sits hunched over, the X-Championship draped over his knees. A few people enquire if Roberto is ok, but he ignores them as they move on from the awkward silence. A few moments pass before Hannah Reed appears, dressed in more casual clothing than had adorned her at ringside earlier in the evening, a pair of rubber gloves on her hands. She bends down in front of Roberto and pours disinfectant over the wound, causing Roberto to grimace in pain before grabbing his head, thrusting and already threaded needle into the furthest end of the wound.
Roberto Verona : Ow!
Hannah Reed : Sit still!
Hannah slaps Roberto on the arm, the sound echoing in the large hallway inside Wembley Stadium.
Roberto Verona : You are meant to be fixing my up, not causing more pain.
Hannah Reed : If you stop being such a big baby then perhaps I can get these stiches finished.
Roberto sulks before wincing as Hannah continues to threads the needle through the wound on his forehead, blood gushing down his face. With a few elegant swoops Hannah ties up the wound, cutting the thread from the needle and reaching for a bandage.
Hannah Reed : See, it wasn’t that bad was it?
Roberto Verona : Not if you don’t enjoy having a sharp metal object jabbed through your skull, no.
Hannah : Oh get over it, we could hardly leave you covered in blood for the rest of the night.
Roberto Verona : It is the price of victory, I suppose.
Hannah Reed : Exactly, Todd may have split your head open but you’re still the X-Champion, once the pain subdues it’ll have all been worth it.
Roberto grins, not realising how creepy he looks with a face full of crimson
Roberto Verona : Knowing that Todd will be feeling like a broken man tonight makes me feel much better, you’re not as bad at this making me feel better stuff as I thought.
Hannah Reed : Wow, you sure know who to speak to a lady Roberto. Don’t try and sweet talk me all at once.
Roberto Verona : Seriously though, good job out there Miss Reed. We set out to do what we planned, granted it didn’t go the way we planned it but the result was the same. I am still X-Champion, and Todd is still the biggest bottler to walk these hallways. Let’s just hope that the last we see of him for a while…
Hannah pulls the rubber gloves off, screwing them up and throwing them in a nearby bin before reaching for a wet towel.
Hannah Reed : I don’t think that is the last we have seen of him, Roberto. You know he is obsessed with proving he can beat you, I doubt he will have taken tonight well considering it was his fault he got disqualified.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but he screwed up his rematch, his title dreams are over. Again.
Hannah starts to dab at Roberto’s forehead, washing away the excess blood before wringing the towel over the nearby bucket and gently reapplying it to his face, slowly removing the dried up blood that had begun to settle over his eyes.
Hannah Reed : Don’t worry, I will make sure that he doesn’t worm his way into another title shot unless he earns one. Angel can threaten you all he likes, Todd has no legal claim to a match for that belt and I will be damned if I let him beg his way to another. He will have to earn it like everybody else.
Roberto Verona : I knew there was a reason I hired you.
Hannah smiles, gently rubbing around Roberto’s eyes, removing the large patches of clotted blood.
Hannah Reed : So it wasn’t because of my fantastic ass or dazzling personality then?
Roberto Verona : Those are just benefits.
Hannah Reed : Well, aren’t you a charmer. I think I am almost done here, try not to ruin any more shirts any time soon, I really liked this one.
Roberto Verona : I will be sure to send Todd the dry cleaning bill.
Suddenly Andrew Jacobsen, Lex Sense and Jimmy Zane walk by, the Young Guns leader nodding to the other pair before exiting the pack and approaching Verona, his hands on his hips.
Andrew Jacobsen : Congratulations Roberto, that was one hell of a job you did out there.
Roberto Verona : Always a pleasure to spoil Todd’s evening, Andrew.
Andrew Jacobsen : Are you going to be alright?
Andrew quizzes, examining the bloody towel in Hannah’s hand. Roberto looks at the bucket next to him, the water thick with blood, before looking back at Andrew.
Roberto Verona : I will live, it looks a lot worse than it is.
Andrew Jacobsen : Take it easy, you hear? If you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for Jones.
Roberto Verona : Good luck tonight, Andrew. Watch out for Angel, he is going to be looking for any excuse to make sure we get screwed somehow tonight and he is starting to run out of options.
Andrew smirks, turning to walk away before stopping half way between Roberto and Lex and Jimmy, looking back over his shoulder.
Andrew Jacobsen : Don’t worry about him Roberto, let him worry about us.
With that Andrew turns back to face Lex and Jimmy and the trio begin to head down the corridor before heading out of sight.
Hannah Reed : Well, that’s you all cleaned up. How about we get out of here and celebrate?
Roberto Verona : Sure, why not. No point hanging around here all night, my job is done.
Roberto lifts himself up as Hannah tidies everything up, discarding it in the trashcan nearby. Roberto hands the X-Championship to Hannah, who throws it over the shoulder, as the pair begin to make their way towards the Young Guns locker room as crew members weaves past them.
So… Steven. Asides from the fact that your brain has been eroded by the numerous STDs, what makes you think that I give anything close to resembling a damn about whether you find me entertaining? Boring? Well, I am afraid that the men at the top of NCW do not pay me to entertain you and even if they did, I’d rather choke to death on sulphuric acid than worry myself at night about whether Steve “Snoresome” finds my promos entertaining. I aren’t here to spend my days acting out awful parodies of popular franchises whilst delighting you with witty pop culture references and the occasional joke about genitals, sex and general bawdiness. I am here to change NCW for the better, which for the record means wiping parasites like you out of the World title equation, not to be remembered affectionately as a lovable clown who brings laughter to millions but never achieves his potential. I will leave the whimsical hilarities to men like you and Rob Diamond, or to put it in a way you may understand, as the Thai hookers you are presumably acquainted with would say, Steve Awesome make excited fans happy long time.
You’re right, I did retain my title thanks to a double disqualification this Sunday at Reborn, but do you know what? I really, really, really couldn’t give a ****. Todd was stupid enough to try and hit me with a chair in front of the referee and he paid the price, I walked out as the X-Champion and remained undefeated at another NCW pay-per-view. Sure, it’d have been nice to have broken Todd’s knee and not had to put up with him again a week later, but the fact is I am still a reigning NCW champion and you….you’re still just another failed number one contender. But you already knew I’d say that right? Needless to say, I won’t bore you with a long session of **** slinging about your inability to get the job done, because deep down you’re more disappointed about it than I can ever make you feel.
I won’t waste anymore of my time pandering to your ego, because despite not wanting to listen to me we both know that you can’t resist opening up those ears of yours at the sound of your name. All that remains to be said is that despite your threats to demonstrate you skill in amateur dentistry this Sunday, the only person who will be needing painkillers to dull the pain this weekend is you when I punch you in the face repeatedly. Oh, and for the record that will be anything but boring.
As for you Rob, I just flat out do not like you. Here is where I am probably meant to insert numerous insults before declaring my begrudging respect for you but… hell, I do not even respect you. Not even a little bit. You’re not a worthy champion, beating the Syphillis Magnet and the Ice Queen, which by the way you let your lovable sidekick do for you, after defeating Hopeless Harold in your first defence is nothing impressive. The fact is Zelda Knite made you and when she gets bored of you, she will take the belt that makes you remotely interesting and dump you back down the card whilst she shacks up with the next gullible loser looking for the easy route to the top, hey maybe Steve could finally get another World Title reign that way? Lord knows he needs the help. Ooops…. Sorry Steve, I forgot I was meant to be “breaking the mould” for your amusement.
You see Rob, a few weeks ago I may well have helped you out, but the fact is I would have helped beat Steve Awesome’s skull in for free, it has little do with doing you a favour. I screwed you out of the X-Championship a couple of months ago and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute, naturally you were simply collateral in a bigger picture but seen as I enjoy your existence as much as I enjoy pouring salt in my eyes I won’t lie when I say I enjoyed ripping that title out of your grasp and placing it into Todd’s, every second of it.
This weekend is strictly business, the “powers that be” have determined that I must share a corner with you for one night only and whilst the idea of my talent carrying you to a victory over your rival sickens me, I will not be shying away from the goal of another victory. I am a professional and despite our differences I will work with you like a professional this one time, but once the match is over you can forget about any pleasantries. Once me, or Jacobsen, get the job done, because heaven knows you won’t, then our enforced alliance is severed and you can go back to being the worthless paper champion you always have been.
Just try not to end up on your back like one of Steve’s conquests Rob, I’d like to avoid your inadequacy rubbing off on me. Enjoy your time in the spotlight whilst you can Diamond, because the next time we share the same air space I will not be on your side and I am more than glad to help relieve you of yet another title, only this time I won’t be sharing it with a walking advertisement for the necessity of birth control.
Jimmy Zane and Lex Sense begin to pack their things, the Young Guns locker room awash with an array of drinks, clothes and other paraphernalia as Roberto and Andrew sit across from one another at a small circular table. Jimmy begins to thump a few numbers into his phone before hoisting it to his head as Lex makes his way out of the room.
Jimmy Zane : Hey, Zelda. I am fine, how are you? Listen, is Rob there, I need to speak with him.
Jimmy rolls his eyes before raising his hand to bid goodbye to Verona and Jacobsen before he too exits through the same door as Lex had moments earlier. The door closes behind him, leaving Roberto and Andrew in complete silence as Andrew mulls over something in his mind, Roberto begins to rub the plaster on his forehead as he waits for Andrew to speak.
Andrew Jacobsen : You know, I have a feeling that Rob isn’t going to be too willing to play along with us this Sunday, Roberto.
Roberto Verona : Of course he isn’t, the guy is so far up his own ass I am surprised he can still breathe
Andrew sniggers, smiling to himself as Roberto sits up straight in his chair.
Andrew Jacobsen : That means you and I are going to have to step it up this weekend to make sure we get the job done before he gets too distracted stroking his own ego out there.
Roberto Verona : I couldn’t agree more. So what did you have in mind?
Andrew Jacobsen : I am not quite sure, Angel is out to screw us any way he can so I don’t think those two’s presence will be required.
Roberto Verona : It is a loss, but I am sure we can get the job done by ourselves. Seriously, it is Todd Williams and Alex Jones. I’ve seen more intimidating Disney films than those two chumps, what is the worst they can do?
Andrew Jacobsen : True, and Steve is going to be too busy trying to continue his little feud with Diamond to cause us too many problems.
Roberto Verona : We’ve got what it takes to get the job done, Andrew, I really don’t see the need for any sort of strategy. Let’s just concentrate on pinning one of those three nobodies to the mat and walking away with another victory.
Andrew Jacobsen : Perhaps. I just have a feeling that Xander and Trent may try and stick their noses in.
Roberto Verona : Then we’ll just knock them out of joint. Trust me Andrew, nothing will go wrong as long as we stay focused on getting the job done. We have more than enough to put these guys away and then we can get back to making sure you get another shot at Jones come Picture Perfect, Angel can’t save him forever.
Andrew Jacobsen : Now you’re talking my kind of language, Roberto. Listen, if Angel shows up there are a few things I want to go over with you to make sure that he regrets sticking his nose into your business.
Roberto Verona : I am all ears. Anything to upset the boys at the top.
Andrew Jacobsen : Well….
The pair lean in and begin to talk in a hushed tone, ensuring that any nearby ears do not listen in on their schemes as the scene begins to fade to black.
So, Alex you managed to get out of Reborn with that belt wrapped around your waist, bravo on playing the “Angel card” to great effect. I must admit I fully expected Andrew to relieve you of your title on Sunday, but clearly you’ve been kissing the right asses and shining the right shoes because somebody upstairs clearly gives a rats ass about you, it is just a shame his interference will end up backfiring on you. How, I hear you ask? Well, Angel has only made Andrew more determined to remove the National title from your grasp and return it to the fold and I can assure you that next time, Andrew will not play so nicely. Angel cannot save you forever Alex, but I suppose things could be worse, you could voluntarily spend your time with Todd Williams. Oh, wait…
Listen, I am flattered that you think so highly of me Alex, it means that unlike some of the chumps backstage you possess something resembling intelligence. You are right, I am a smart, talented man but you went and spoiled it all by trying to play agony aunt.
You want to know why I am a Young Gun, Alex? So many people ask me this, they bring up the same points as you. They ask, why am I happy being Andrew’s lacky? Why do I let myself be dragged down by Jacobsen, Sense and Zane?
The answer is quite simple. I choose to be a Young Gun and until the day I choose not be, I will remain a Young Gun because no matter how much people try and claim I do not live up the hallowed name, the fact is that I am every bit as good as those who went before me and in time, people will come to realise it. I have never held my tongue, I am being entirely honest when I say that I joined the Young Guns to align myself with likeminded individuals for my own advantage, to ensure that I had people watching my back. Andrew knows it. Lex knows it. Jimmy knows it and Venom knew it. I am a Young Gun for nobody else but myself, I joined to further my career. Nothing more, nothing less.
As for doing Andrew’s bidding? I am my own man, regardless of any official rank. Andrew may well be the leader of the Young Guns but he is more aware than anybody that if I don’t want to do something, I simply will not do it. Andrew doesn’t control my actions, I am not so weak willed that I would let him tell me what to do. No, when I help Andrew knock the living daylights out of the rest of the roster it is because I want to. If Andrew asks me to do something I have no interest in doing, then he is well aware that I just will not conform to his request. It isn’t through any lack of respect, Andrew knows that I respect him, but a will to control my own destiny and to remain my own man. I am just lucky that the interests of the Young Guns regularly fall into line with my own, as long as that remains the case I will continue to help Lex, Andrew and Jimmy whenever it is necessary to do so. Especially now your…really…intimidating…”movement” have decided to set their eyes on the four of us.
This Sunday, you will find out just how good I am, but you will also discover that your little gang of miscreants have bitten off way more than they can chew. You will regret the day you, Todd, Xander and Trent got together and decided pissing me off was a good idea. If Andrew doesn’t put you away himself, I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate how crossing me is perhaps the worst thing you and your band of merry men could do.
So, Todd, your back for more? Failing to defeat me for a third straight month wasn’t enough still? You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you are a glutton for punishment. You’d think that you’d have learnt by now Todd that when you put you, me and a squared circle together the only answer to the equation is yet another victory for me. Despite the fact that I appreciate you adding more and more numbers to my victories column, I must say that it is all getting a little tedious now Todd. You and me have trodden this path too often now, every single time we do the result is always the same and it isn’t very pretty for you. My advice? If you ever want to get your career back on track you really ought to set your sights on more realistic targets, like Tommy the Cat or Hexx.
One thing I am dying to hear though Todd is just what excuse you have up your sleeve this time for your latest failure to get the job done? I mean, we have established that when push comes to shove you just fall over by yourself and start searching for excuses, so what is it this time? Did you lose because Hannah was at ring side? Did you fail once again because I pulled the referee into the path of that rather ferocious clothesline you delivered around his neck? Did you lose because I was mean enough to bring those steel chairs into the ring? What was it this time Todd, or are you going to surprise us all by accepting the reason you lost was because you simply aren’t good enough to be in the same ring as me? I won’t hold my breath, as I quite enjoy not being asphyxiated.
The fact is that you messed up your rematch, which you never deserved, and if you somehow manage to weasel your way into another title match then clearly you are a better ass kisser than your stable mate Alex Jones is. The X-Championship is no longer in your future Todd, not whilst I am champion so how about you do us both a favour and go on and waste another person’s time, because I am through with having to waste mine on you. I am the undisputed X-Champion, I won the belt fair and square and I retained the belt, despite your best efforts to crack my head open. I am going to be champion for a very long time too, and I’ll be damned if my reign is defined by countless victories over your sorry ass.
As for this weekend? It will be just another repeat of our previous encounters, you’ll talk yourself up and go on and on about how you are Todd Williams, I am your bitch, you are back and ready to show me what your about, blah, blah, blah, blah…. Let’s just cut to the chase, you will roll up full of gusto and by the end of the night you’ll still be a loser. Me and Andrew will carry Rob Diamond to victory, regardless of what you, burning bird and the serial womaniser throw at us, if you just accept that and concentrate on asking who would be sadistic enough to put you and Steve Awesome on the same team whilst he is banging your wife things will run a lot more smoothly for everybody.
It is time to get on your knees a pray boys, let’s hope that your Angel can save you once again or else things could be about to get biblical. When you step into the ring with me, not even Gabriel or Michael will be able to save you.
Vive La Révolution.
Roberto is sat on a steel chair, propped up again a long brick wall with numerous signs and posters as NCW staff rush back and forth. Blood flows from an open wound in his forehead as he sits hunched over, the X-Championship draped over his knees. A few people enquire if Roberto is ok, but he ignores them as they move on from the awkward silence. A few moments pass before Hannah Reed appears, dressed in more casual clothing than had adorned her at ringside earlier in the evening, a pair of rubber gloves on her hands. She bends down in front of Roberto and pours disinfectant over the wound, causing Roberto to grimace in pain before grabbing his head, thrusting and already threaded needle into the furthest end of the wound.
Roberto Verona : Ow!
Hannah Reed : Sit still!
Hannah slaps Roberto on the arm, the sound echoing in the large hallway inside Wembley Stadium.
Roberto Verona : You are meant to be fixing my up, not causing more pain.
Hannah Reed : If you stop being such a big baby then perhaps I can get these stiches finished.
Roberto sulks before wincing as Hannah continues to threads the needle through the wound on his forehead, blood gushing down his face. With a few elegant swoops Hannah ties up the wound, cutting the thread from the needle and reaching for a bandage.
Hannah Reed : See, it wasn’t that bad was it?
Roberto Verona : Not if you don’t enjoy having a sharp metal object jabbed through your skull, no.
Hannah : Oh get over it, we could hardly leave you covered in blood for the rest of the night.
Roberto Verona : It is the price of victory, I suppose.
Hannah Reed : Exactly, Todd may have split your head open but you’re still the X-Champion, once the pain subdues it’ll have all been worth it.
Roberto grins, not realising how creepy he looks with a face full of crimson
Roberto Verona : Knowing that Todd will be feeling like a broken man tonight makes me feel much better, you’re not as bad at this making me feel better stuff as I thought.
Hannah Reed : Wow, you sure know who to speak to a lady Roberto. Don’t try and sweet talk me all at once.
Roberto Verona : Seriously though, good job out there Miss Reed. We set out to do what we planned, granted it didn’t go the way we planned it but the result was the same. I am still X-Champion, and Todd is still the biggest bottler to walk these hallways. Let’s just hope that the last we see of him for a while…
Hannah pulls the rubber gloves off, screwing them up and throwing them in a nearby bin before reaching for a wet towel.
Hannah Reed : I don’t think that is the last we have seen of him, Roberto. You know he is obsessed with proving he can beat you, I doubt he will have taken tonight well considering it was his fault he got disqualified.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but he screwed up his rematch, his title dreams are over. Again.
Hannah starts to dab at Roberto’s forehead, washing away the excess blood before wringing the towel over the nearby bucket and gently reapplying it to his face, slowly removing the dried up blood that had begun to settle over his eyes.
Hannah Reed : Don’t worry, I will make sure that he doesn’t worm his way into another title shot unless he earns one. Angel can threaten you all he likes, Todd has no legal claim to a match for that belt and I will be damned if I let him beg his way to another. He will have to earn it like everybody else.
Roberto Verona : I knew there was a reason I hired you.
Hannah smiles, gently rubbing around Roberto’s eyes, removing the large patches of clotted blood.
Hannah Reed : So it wasn’t because of my fantastic ass or dazzling personality then?
Roberto Verona : Those are just benefits.
Hannah Reed : Well, aren’t you a charmer. I think I am almost done here, try not to ruin any more shirts any time soon, I really liked this one.
Roberto Verona : I will be sure to send Todd the dry cleaning bill.
Suddenly Andrew Jacobsen, Lex Sense and Jimmy Zane walk by, the Young Guns leader nodding to the other pair before exiting the pack and approaching Verona, his hands on his hips.
Andrew Jacobsen : Congratulations Roberto, that was one hell of a job you did out there.
Roberto Verona : Always a pleasure to spoil Todd’s evening, Andrew.
Andrew Jacobsen : Are you going to be alright?
Andrew quizzes, examining the bloody towel in Hannah’s hand. Roberto looks at the bucket next to him, the water thick with blood, before looking back at Andrew.
Roberto Verona : I will live, it looks a lot worse than it is.
Andrew Jacobsen : Take it easy, you hear? If you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for Jones.
Roberto Verona : Good luck tonight, Andrew. Watch out for Angel, he is going to be looking for any excuse to make sure we get screwed somehow tonight and he is starting to run out of options.
Andrew smirks, turning to walk away before stopping half way between Roberto and Lex and Jimmy, looking back over his shoulder.
Andrew Jacobsen : Don’t worry about him Roberto, let him worry about us.
With that Andrew turns back to face Lex and Jimmy and the trio begin to head down the corridor before heading out of sight.
Hannah Reed : Well, that’s you all cleaned up. How about we get out of here and celebrate?
Roberto Verona : Sure, why not. No point hanging around here all night, my job is done.
Roberto lifts himself up as Hannah tidies everything up, discarding it in the trashcan nearby. Roberto hands the X-Championship to Hannah, who throws it over the shoulder, as the pair begin to make their way towards the Young Guns locker room as crew members weaves past them.
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So… Steven. Asides from the fact that your brain has been eroded by the numerous STDs, what makes you think that I give anything close to resembling a damn about whether you find me entertaining? Boring? Well, I am afraid that the men at the top of NCW do not pay me to entertain you and even if they did, I’d rather choke to death on sulphuric acid than worry myself at night about whether Steve “Snoresome” finds my promos entertaining. I aren’t here to spend my days acting out awful parodies of popular franchises whilst delighting you with witty pop culture references and the occasional joke about genitals, sex and general bawdiness. I am here to change NCW for the better, which for the record means wiping parasites like you out of the World title equation, not to be remembered affectionately as a lovable clown who brings laughter to millions but never achieves his potential. I will leave the whimsical hilarities to men like you and Rob Diamond, or to put it in a way you may understand, as the Thai hookers you are presumably acquainted with would say, Steve Awesome make excited fans happy long time.
You’re right, I did retain my title thanks to a double disqualification this Sunday at Reborn, but do you know what? I really, really, really couldn’t give a ****. Todd was stupid enough to try and hit me with a chair in front of the referee and he paid the price, I walked out as the X-Champion and remained undefeated at another NCW pay-per-view. Sure, it’d have been nice to have broken Todd’s knee and not had to put up with him again a week later, but the fact is I am still a reigning NCW champion and you….you’re still just another failed number one contender. But you already knew I’d say that right? Needless to say, I won’t bore you with a long session of **** slinging about your inability to get the job done, because deep down you’re more disappointed about it than I can ever make you feel.
I won’t waste anymore of my time pandering to your ego, because despite not wanting to listen to me we both know that you can’t resist opening up those ears of yours at the sound of your name. All that remains to be said is that despite your threats to demonstrate you skill in amateur dentistry this Sunday, the only person who will be needing painkillers to dull the pain this weekend is you when I punch you in the face repeatedly. Oh, and for the record that will be anything but boring.
As for you Rob, I just flat out do not like you. Here is where I am probably meant to insert numerous insults before declaring my begrudging respect for you but… hell, I do not even respect you. Not even a little bit. You’re not a worthy champion, beating the Syphillis Magnet and the Ice Queen, which by the way you let your lovable sidekick do for you, after defeating Hopeless Harold in your first defence is nothing impressive. The fact is Zelda Knite made you and when she gets bored of you, she will take the belt that makes you remotely interesting and dump you back down the card whilst she shacks up with the next gullible loser looking for the easy route to the top, hey maybe Steve could finally get another World Title reign that way? Lord knows he needs the help. Ooops…. Sorry Steve, I forgot I was meant to be “breaking the mould” for your amusement.
You see Rob, a few weeks ago I may well have helped you out, but the fact is I would have helped beat Steve Awesome’s skull in for free, it has little do with doing you a favour. I screwed you out of the X-Championship a couple of months ago and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute, naturally you were simply collateral in a bigger picture but seen as I enjoy your existence as much as I enjoy pouring salt in my eyes I won’t lie when I say I enjoyed ripping that title out of your grasp and placing it into Todd’s, every second of it.
This weekend is strictly business, the “powers that be” have determined that I must share a corner with you for one night only and whilst the idea of my talent carrying you to a victory over your rival sickens me, I will not be shying away from the goal of another victory. I am a professional and despite our differences I will work with you like a professional this one time, but once the match is over you can forget about any pleasantries. Once me, or Jacobsen, get the job done, because heaven knows you won’t, then our enforced alliance is severed and you can go back to being the worthless paper champion you always have been.
Just try not to end up on your back like one of Steve’s conquests Rob, I’d like to avoid your inadequacy rubbing off on me. Enjoy your time in the spotlight whilst you can Diamond, because the next time we share the same air space I will not be on your side and I am more than glad to help relieve you of yet another title, only this time I won’t be sharing it with a walking advertisement for the necessity of birth control.
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Jimmy Zane and Lex Sense begin to pack their things, the Young Guns locker room awash with an array of drinks, clothes and other paraphernalia as Roberto and Andrew sit across from one another at a small circular table. Jimmy begins to thump a few numbers into his phone before hoisting it to his head as Lex makes his way out of the room.
Jimmy Zane : Hey, Zelda. I am fine, how are you? Listen, is Rob there, I need to speak with him.
Jimmy rolls his eyes before raising his hand to bid goodbye to Verona and Jacobsen before he too exits through the same door as Lex had moments earlier. The door closes behind him, leaving Roberto and Andrew in complete silence as Andrew mulls over something in his mind, Roberto begins to rub the plaster on his forehead as he waits for Andrew to speak.
Andrew Jacobsen : You know, I have a feeling that Rob isn’t going to be too willing to play along with us this Sunday, Roberto.
Roberto Verona : Of course he isn’t, the guy is so far up his own ass I am surprised he can still breathe
Andrew sniggers, smiling to himself as Roberto sits up straight in his chair.
Andrew Jacobsen : That means you and I are going to have to step it up this weekend to make sure we get the job done before he gets too distracted stroking his own ego out there.
Roberto Verona : I couldn’t agree more. So what did you have in mind?
Andrew Jacobsen : I am not quite sure, Angel is out to screw us any way he can so I don’t think those two’s presence will be required.
Roberto Verona : It is a loss, but I am sure we can get the job done by ourselves. Seriously, it is Todd Williams and Alex Jones. I’ve seen more intimidating Disney films than those two chumps, what is the worst they can do?
Andrew Jacobsen : True, and Steve is going to be too busy trying to continue his little feud with Diamond to cause us too many problems.
Roberto Verona : We’ve got what it takes to get the job done, Andrew, I really don’t see the need for any sort of strategy. Let’s just concentrate on pinning one of those three nobodies to the mat and walking away with another victory.
Andrew Jacobsen : Perhaps. I just have a feeling that Xander and Trent may try and stick their noses in.
Roberto Verona : Then we’ll just knock them out of joint. Trust me Andrew, nothing will go wrong as long as we stay focused on getting the job done. We have more than enough to put these guys away and then we can get back to making sure you get another shot at Jones come Picture Perfect, Angel can’t save him forever.
Andrew Jacobsen : Now you’re talking my kind of language, Roberto. Listen, if Angel shows up there are a few things I want to go over with you to make sure that he regrets sticking his nose into your business.
Roberto Verona : I am all ears. Anything to upset the boys at the top.
Andrew Jacobsen : Well….
The pair lean in and begin to talk in a hushed tone, ensuring that any nearby ears do not listen in on their schemes as the scene begins to fade to black.
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So, Alex you managed to get out of Reborn with that belt wrapped around your waist, bravo on playing the “Angel card” to great effect. I must admit I fully expected Andrew to relieve you of your title on Sunday, but clearly you’ve been kissing the right asses and shining the right shoes because somebody upstairs clearly gives a rats ass about you, it is just a shame his interference will end up backfiring on you. How, I hear you ask? Well, Angel has only made Andrew more determined to remove the National title from your grasp and return it to the fold and I can assure you that next time, Andrew will not play so nicely. Angel cannot save you forever Alex, but I suppose things could be worse, you could voluntarily spend your time with Todd Williams. Oh, wait…
Listen, I am flattered that you think so highly of me Alex, it means that unlike some of the chumps backstage you possess something resembling intelligence. You are right, I am a smart, talented man but you went and spoiled it all by trying to play agony aunt.
You want to know why I am a Young Gun, Alex? So many people ask me this, they bring up the same points as you. They ask, why am I happy being Andrew’s lacky? Why do I let myself be dragged down by Jacobsen, Sense and Zane?
The answer is quite simple. I choose to be a Young Gun and until the day I choose not be, I will remain a Young Gun because no matter how much people try and claim I do not live up the hallowed name, the fact is that I am every bit as good as those who went before me and in time, people will come to realise it. I have never held my tongue, I am being entirely honest when I say that I joined the Young Guns to align myself with likeminded individuals for my own advantage, to ensure that I had people watching my back. Andrew knows it. Lex knows it. Jimmy knows it and Venom knew it. I am a Young Gun for nobody else but myself, I joined to further my career. Nothing more, nothing less.
As for doing Andrew’s bidding? I am my own man, regardless of any official rank. Andrew may well be the leader of the Young Guns but he is more aware than anybody that if I don’t want to do something, I simply will not do it. Andrew doesn’t control my actions, I am not so weak willed that I would let him tell me what to do. No, when I help Andrew knock the living daylights out of the rest of the roster it is because I want to. If Andrew asks me to do something I have no interest in doing, then he is well aware that I just will not conform to his request. It isn’t through any lack of respect, Andrew knows that I respect him, but a will to control my own destiny and to remain my own man. I am just lucky that the interests of the Young Guns regularly fall into line with my own, as long as that remains the case I will continue to help Lex, Andrew and Jimmy whenever it is necessary to do so. Especially now your…really…intimidating…”movement” have decided to set their eyes on the four of us.
This Sunday, you will find out just how good I am, but you will also discover that your little gang of miscreants have bitten off way more than they can chew. You will regret the day you, Todd, Xander and Trent got together and decided pissing me off was a good idea. If Andrew doesn’t put you away himself, I’ll be more than happy to demonstrate how crossing me is perhaps the worst thing you and your band of merry men could do.
So, Todd, your back for more? Failing to defeat me for a third straight month wasn’t enough still? You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you are a glutton for punishment. You’d think that you’d have learnt by now Todd that when you put you, me and a squared circle together the only answer to the equation is yet another victory for me. Despite the fact that I appreciate you adding more and more numbers to my victories column, I must say that it is all getting a little tedious now Todd. You and me have trodden this path too often now, every single time we do the result is always the same and it isn’t very pretty for you. My advice? If you ever want to get your career back on track you really ought to set your sights on more realistic targets, like Tommy the Cat or Hexx.
One thing I am dying to hear though Todd is just what excuse you have up your sleeve this time for your latest failure to get the job done? I mean, we have established that when push comes to shove you just fall over by yourself and start searching for excuses, so what is it this time? Did you lose because Hannah was at ring side? Did you fail once again because I pulled the referee into the path of that rather ferocious clothesline you delivered around his neck? Did you lose because I was mean enough to bring those steel chairs into the ring? What was it this time Todd, or are you going to surprise us all by accepting the reason you lost was because you simply aren’t good enough to be in the same ring as me? I won’t hold my breath, as I quite enjoy not being asphyxiated.
The fact is that you messed up your rematch, which you never deserved, and if you somehow manage to weasel your way into another title match then clearly you are a better ass kisser than your stable mate Alex Jones is. The X-Championship is no longer in your future Todd, not whilst I am champion so how about you do us both a favour and go on and waste another person’s time, because I am through with having to waste mine on you. I am the undisputed X-Champion, I won the belt fair and square and I retained the belt, despite your best efforts to crack my head open. I am going to be champion for a very long time too, and I’ll be damned if my reign is defined by countless victories over your sorry ass.
As for this weekend? It will be just another repeat of our previous encounters, you’ll talk yourself up and go on and on about how you are Todd Williams, I am your bitch, you are back and ready to show me what your about, blah, blah, blah, blah…. Let’s just cut to the chase, you will roll up full of gusto and by the end of the night you’ll still be a loser. Me and Andrew will carry Rob Diamond to victory, regardless of what you, burning bird and the serial womaniser throw at us, if you just accept that and concentrate on asking who would be sadistic enough to put you and Steve Awesome on the same team whilst he is banging your wife things will run a lot more smoothly for everybody.
It is time to get on your knees a pray boys, let’s hope that your Angel can save you once again or else things could be about to get biblical. When you step into the ring with me, not even Gabriel or Michael will be able to save you.
Vive La Révolution.