Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2011 21:09:28 GMT -6
Words.
My.
Putting.
Mouth.
In.
You seem to like games and foibles Nathan, I’ll let you figure that one out. After all you’re an intellectual behemoth as opposed to myself who merely plays to a façade designed to project an air of pomposity, that seemed to be the jist of your cigar smoking session of self-adoration and verbal masturbation.
You want to have a philosophical debate Nathan? Well so be it, allow me to correct some of your glaring misconceptions about me and please, whatever you do, try not to fall into line with some tedious reference to my length of prose….oh wait….
Anyway, moving on from one of your humongous episodes of hypocrisy, because frankly your little cute television segment was full of them Mein Grammar Fuhrer, let me get straight down to deconstructing some of those assumptions you made over there shall we? No? Well tough, you’re going to have to listen anyway.
You see Nathan you seem to like to claim that you have actually listened to what I have had to say, despite complaining about having to, which by the way is awfully hypocritical when you trawl through the website to find quotes and soundbites related to me, yet you’ve not really absorbed it.
Let’s start with this whole “victimology” obsession you seem to believe I have.
I really don’t know what was in that cigar you were smoking in some sort of vain attempt to look like a bad ass but I’d love to know where you get your information from. Do I think that if a man smokes himself into an early grave he is a victim of the big bad tobacco company? No. Oh….well, that sort of pisses on your fire there Nathan so I guess I had better explain myself.
Because I’m going to place this in context let me put it this way. Tobacco companies openly advertise the fact that their products are harmful to their customers if used in excess, they don’t lie to them. Leonard Fox on the other hand sells a product to the mass audience under the pretence that…
a) New Championship Wrestling LTD actually cares about its customers when it only cares about the size of their wallets and how to maximise the profit it can make from an individual without worrying about the quality of the content it provides. Hell they hired you.
b) The faces of the company actually care about their fans when in reality they are manufactured to present an illusion of solidarity with the average joe, despite the majority not giving a crap about where their wages come from.
c) The customer’s opinion actually matters. They couldn’t be further from the truth, all that matters to Leonard Fox is that he is a billionaire instead of a millionaire and he has people to manipulate for kicks. If the buy-rates are down, he’ll just ask somebody to nearly kill themselves on camera and flash a few boobs until they go back up.
Leonard Fox lies to his customers to chase the almighty dollar Nathan, that is why I “preach against him. I’m not one of these whining fat asses who piled too many Big Macs, other burgers are available, down my throat then cried because I couldn’t see my dick anymore. Nor am I the kind of apologetic bleeding heart no mark who cries about every conceivable “injustice” that is in the media spotlight at any given moment.
I’m not a “victim lover”, nor do I search in every nook and cranny for somebody who has a complaint to make like you seem to imply. I simply fight for people who have a right to be dis-satisfied. If some idiot drinks a coffee that is too hot or falls over on a wet floor then they frankly it is just a showcase of social Darwinism. However, when a person shells out their hard earned money to follow us up and down this country and is buying into a lie, I will stand up and fight. When Leonard Fox runs a corrupt ship, I will lead a mutiny.
Which brings me to your point about Zelda Knite, if you can call it a point. Is Zelda Knite a stuck up, arrogant, selfish, self-centred little bitch who arguably has got what is coming to her? Absolutely. Is her pursuit of a lucrative contract at the expense of her “Zombies” a sign of her being nothing more than greedy? Again, spot on. Am I actually out to fight for her?
No.
But let me ask you this. Who has created the environment where the guys and girls in the back only think of how to advance their salaries? Who built men and women up to think well above their stations? Who is it that has created super egos from within fragile and mentally immature people?
Leonard Fox.
It is him who has created an environment where Zelda Knite’s behaviour has become the norm. You’re correct it was a complete and utter embarrassment, but the only person to blame for allowing these “stars” to behave like this is Leonard Fox. So he has to clean this mess up? If he had his house in order in the first place Nathan he wouldn’t need to.
He likes to stir the pot and it isn’t to get ratings, it is because he enjoys playing the role of the puppet master.
Somebody has to cut his strings Nathan, and if that someone is me then so be it.
Hannah Reed : You know exactly what I like….
Hannah moans softly as the camera pans around the hotel room, slowly making its way towards the source of the noises.
Hannah Reed : Ohhhhh that feels so good. Mmmmmmm.
Hannah lets out a joyful sigh as the camera continues to slowly pan around the room, the sound of vibrations slowly getting louder.
Roberto Verona : Alright Jenna Jameson give it a rest.
Suddenly all is revealed as we see Roberto Verona sitting on the end of his bed staring at Hannah whose head is thrown back, her feet plunged deep inside a foot spa which groans deeply as it vibrates on the carpet beneath. Hannah lifts her head back upright and looks at Roberto.
Hannah Reed : Don’t act like you don’t like it.
Roberto Verona : What? A small blonde woman reaching her climax in a $10 foot spa?
Hannah Reed : Hey! It is $15 actually.
Roberto Verona : Way to go cheapening yourself there Miss Reed, you write my lines for me. I could walk down the street and see a lot more for the same price.
Hannah kicks water at Roberto playfully before sticking a tongue out at him.
Hannah Reed : Don’t let me stop you.
Roberto Verona : If I wanted to watch a whore degrade herself in public I’d buy the Best of Roxxxie DVD.
Hannah Reed : Well meow pussycat.
Roberto Verona : How much longer do I have to wait for you to finish you Podiatric perversions?
Hannah sits still for a moment until the sounds of the foot spa clunking gently to a close leaves the room in an eventual silence.
Hannah Reed : Not long.
Roberto Verona : Well, you get what you pay for never seemed so apt. Thankfully you’ve still got half an hour before our reservation.
Hannah Reed : Do we have to go out? I am still aching from the workout earlier, I am only small and delicate you know.
Roberto rolls his eyes.
Roberto Verona : It is downstairs.
Hannah Reed : I know.
Roberto Verona : We are only two floors up from the ground floor!
Hannah flops back onto her bed, kicking droplets of water across the room.
Hannah Reed : If we really have to I suppose we can do.
Roberto Verona : Good, if you left me with those two by myself I think I’d have to kill you.
Hannah Reed : ”Those two” you’re talking about are my best friends!
Roberto Verona : Exactly.
Hannah reaches above her head and quickly rises, launching a pillow at Roberto which flies just past him and against the wall as she sits upright.
Hannah Reed : On seconds thoughts I really ought to tag along to save them from you.
Roberto Verona : That’s the spirit. I’ll meet you down there, I have a few calls to make about this weekend. Just make sure you’re not late, if I ever have to listen to Stephanie talk about her mother again I am going to let Nathan cave my skull in and put me out of my misery.
With that Roberto raises himself from his bed and heads towards the exit of the room, lifting his phone from his pocket and exiting the room leaving Hannah to prepare herself for the rest of the evening.
Here is my favourite part of your many, many, accusations Nathan. What was it that you said again so eloquently?
“I honestly don’t think any attention will be given to your reign because of these actions nor do you deserve any recognition. You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing and with every match you are in you further degrade any legitimacy that come with your words and I am sure with our match that will come to ring even truer”
Well damn, you hurt me there Spider Boy. I guess I should hang my boots up now and go ahead and retire from this business because Nathan Webb has declared that nothing I’ve done is worthy of merit.
The only problem with all this, and you’ll have to forgive me for saying this Nathan, is that you’re talking complete and utter bull****. On seconds thoughts, don’t forgive me because I’m not going to get any more complimentary.
Do you realise that after your big attempt to come across as a cerebral heavyweight you’ve gone and relegated yourself to I’M TODD WILLIAMS status in one mighty swoop of your sword there Hercules?
Do I cheat from time to time to get ahead? You’re damn right I do, if I spot an opening I will exploit it. I don’t play this game fairly and you’re even more stupid than I thought if you got the impression that I go around claiming I do but sadly you have let this element of my in-ring style cloud your…. Let’s call it “judgement”, because Lord knows you’re good at judging people right?
Where you’ve gone horribly wrong Nathan is when you have concluded to yourself that the fact I will fight dirty means I’ve absolutely no talent and on that basis alone, you can put me away. If that is truly what you think that God help you this weekend when you and I line up opposite one another inside that ring.
If you’d bothered to do your homework Webb you’ll have soon realised that whilst I may bend the rules from time to time, more often than not I walk out of that ring with a victory through “noble” means. This myth that you’ve managed to concoct in your head that I only pick up victories via nefarious methods is naïve and ultimately deluded. Reality will slap you hard in the face this weekend Nathan after I’ve slapped you far harder.
Continue to tell yourself that I can only achieve a victory by cheating, it’s always good to get the excuses in early after all because we all know that you’ll have to think of something to spout off about next week once I beat you and get well and truly back on track.
I may not have the accolades of Spike Kane, I may not have the morals of Falcon or the fan-friendly charisma of Steve Awesome but I am without a shadow of a doubt one of the best. You can argue until you’re blue in the face Webb but it isn’t up for debate.
If you want to make the mistake of believing your own spiel, because Lord help you if it wasn’t just for the cameras, then you will die by the sword you live with.
I am a cheat, an asshole and a vicious son of a bitch but more importantly, I am better than you. Everything you hate is just a small part of me Nathan, a necessary element in the grand scheme of things, and maybe this Sunday you will learn one lesson the hard way or else this business will swallow you up and spit you back out.
Nice guys finish last.
Viva La Révolution.
Roberto sits, a look of sheer desperations written across his face as Hannah and her two friends giggle relentlessly, glasses of white wine in their respective hands. As the group continue to laugh at inane things Verona’s misery is interrupted by the sound of a “message received” on his mobile phone. Bowing his head politely, taking the opportunity to escape for a few seconds he lifts himself up and walks out of the bar, leaving the group alone although they pay little attention to his absence. Lifting his phone up he raises an eye brow….
”I require an urgent face to face meeting with you Mr Verona. I EXPECT a moment of your time this weekend. Do not disappoint me.”
Verona slips his phone back into his pocket and grins, turning back to look at the trio before walking off camera by himself.
My.
Putting.
Mouth.
In.
You seem to like games and foibles Nathan, I’ll let you figure that one out. After all you’re an intellectual behemoth as opposed to myself who merely plays to a façade designed to project an air of pomposity, that seemed to be the jist of your cigar smoking session of self-adoration and verbal masturbation.
You want to have a philosophical debate Nathan? Well so be it, allow me to correct some of your glaring misconceptions about me and please, whatever you do, try not to fall into line with some tedious reference to my length of prose….oh wait….
Anyway, moving on from one of your humongous episodes of hypocrisy, because frankly your little cute television segment was full of them Mein Grammar Fuhrer, let me get straight down to deconstructing some of those assumptions you made over there shall we? No? Well tough, you’re going to have to listen anyway.
You see Nathan you seem to like to claim that you have actually listened to what I have had to say, despite complaining about having to, which by the way is awfully hypocritical when you trawl through the website to find quotes and soundbites related to me, yet you’ve not really absorbed it.
Let’s start with this whole “victimology” obsession you seem to believe I have.
I really don’t know what was in that cigar you were smoking in some sort of vain attempt to look like a bad ass but I’d love to know where you get your information from. Do I think that if a man smokes himself into an early grave he is a victim of the big bad tobacco company? No. Oh….well, that sort of pisses on your fire there Nathan so I guess I had better explain myself.
Because I’m going to place this in context let me put it this way. Tobacco companies openly advertise the fact that their products are harmful to their customers if used in excess, they don’t lie to them. Leonard Fox on the other hand sells a product to the mass audience under the pretence that…
a) New Championship Wrestling LTD actually cares about its customers when it only cares about the size of their wallets and how to maximise the profit it can make from an individual without worrying about the quality of the content it provides. Hell they hired you.
b) The faces of the company actually care about their fans when in reality they are manufactured to present an illusion of solidarity with the average joe, despite the majority not giving a crap about where their wages come from.
c) The customer’s opinion actually matters. They couldn’t be further from the truth, all that matters to Leonard Fox is that he is a billionaire instead of a millionaire and he has people to manipulate for kicks. If the buy-rates are down, he’ll just ask somebody to nearly kill themselves on camera and flash a few boobs until they go back up.
Leonard Fox lies to his customers to chase the almighty dollar Nathan, that is why I “preach against him. I’m not one of these whining fat asses who piled too many Big Macs, other burgers are available, down my throat then cried because I couldn’t see my dick anymore. Nor am I the kind of apologetic bleeding heart no mark who cries about every conceivable “injustice” that is in the media spotlight at any given moment.
I’m not a “victim lover”, nor do I search in every nook and cranny for somebody who has a complaint to make like you seem to imply. I simply fight for people who have a right to be dis-satisfied. If some idiot drinks a coffee that is too hot or falls over on a wet floor then they frankly it is just a showcase of social Darwinism. However, when a person shells out their hard earned money to follow us up and down this country and is buying into a lie, I will stand up and fight. When Leonard Fox runs a corrupt ship, I will lead a mutiny.
Which brings me to your point about Zelda Knite, if you can call it a point. Is Zelda Knite a stuck up, arrogant, selfish, self-centred little bitch who arguably has got what is coming to her? Absolutely. Is her pursuit of a lucrative contract at the expense of her “Zombies” a sign of her being nothing more than greedy? Again, spot on. Am I actually out to fight for her?
No.
But let me ask you this. Who has created the environment where the guys and girls in the back only think of how to advance their salaries? Who built men and women up to think well above their stations? Who is it that has created super egos from within fragile and mentally immature people?
Leonard Fox.
It is him who has created an environment where Zelda Knite’s behaviour has become the norm. You’re correct it was a complete and utter embarrassment, but the only person to blame for allowing these “stars” to behave like this is Leonard Fox. So he has to clean this mess up? If he had his house in order in the first place Nathan he wouldn’t need to.
He likes to stir the pot and it isn’t to get ratings, it is because he enjoys playing the role of the puppet master.
Somebody has to cut his strings Nathan, and if that someone is me then so be it.
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Hannah Reed : You know exactly what I like….
Hannah moans softly as the camera pans around the hotel room, slowly making its way towards the source of the noises.
Hannah Reed : Ohhhhh that feels so good. Mmmmmmm.
Hannah lets out a joyful sigh as the camera continues to slowly pan around the room, the sound of vibrations slowly getting louder.
Roberto Verona : Alright Jenna Jameson give it a rest.
Suddenly all is revealed as we see Roberto Verona sitting on the end of his bed staring at Hannah whose head is thrown back, her feet plunged deep inside a foot spa which groans deeply as it vibrates on the carpet beneath. Hannah lifts her head back upright and looks at Roberto.
Hannah Reed : Don’t act like you don’t like it.
Roberto Verona : What? A small blonde woman reaching her climax in a $10 foot spa?
Hannah Reed : Hey! It is $15 actually.
Roberto Verona : Way to go cheapening yourself there Miss Reed, you write my lines for me. I could walk down the street and see a lot more for the same price.
Hannah kicks water at Roberto playfully before sticking a tongue out at him.
Hannah Reed : Don’t let me stop you.
Roberto Verona : If I wanted to watch a whore degrade herself in public I’d buy the Best of Roxxxie DVD.
Hannah Reed : Well meow pussycat.
Roberto Verona : How much longer do I have to wait for you to finish you Podiatric perversions?
Hannah sits still for a moment until the sounds of the foot spa clunking gently to a close leaves the room in an eventual silence.
Hannah Reed : Not long.
Roberto Verona : Well, you get what you pay for never seemed so apt. Thankfully you’ve still got half an hour before our reservation.
Hannah Reed : Do we have to go out? I am still aching from the workout earlier, I am only small and delicate you know.
Roberto rolls his eyes.
Roberto Verona : It is downstairs.
Hannah Reed : I know.
Roberto Verona : We are only two floors up from the ground floor!
Hannah flops back onto her bed, kicking droplets of water across the room.
Hannah Reed : If we really have to I suppose we can do.
Roberto Verona : Good, if you left me with those two by myself I think I’d have to kill you.
Hannah Reed : ”Those two” you’re talking about are my best friends!
Roberto Verona : Exactly.
Hannah reaches above her head and quickly rises, launching a pillow at Roberto which flies just past him and against the wall as she sits upright.
Hannah Reed : On seconds thoughts I really ought to tag along to save them from you.
Roberto Verona : That’s the spirit. I’ll meet you down there, I have a few calls to make about this weekend. Just make sure you’re not late, if I ever have to listen to Stephanie talk about her mother again I am going to let Nathan cave my skull in and put me out of my misery.
With that Roberto raises himself from his bed and heads towards the exit of the room, lifting his phone from his pocket and exiting the room leaving Hannah to prepare herself for the rest of the evening.
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Here is my favourite part of your many, many, accusations Nathan. What was it that you said again so eloquently?
“I honestly don’t think any attention will be given to your reign because of these actions nor do you deserve any recognition. You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing and with every match you are in you further degrade any legitimacy that come with your words and I am sure with our match that will come to ring even truer”
Well damn, you hurt me there Spider Boy. I guess I should hang my boots up now and go ahead and retire from this business because Nathan Webb has declared that nothing I’ve done is worthy of merit.
The only problem with all this, and you’ll have to forgive me for saying this Nathan, is that you’re talking complete and utter bull****. On seconds thoughts, don’t forgive me because I’m not going to get any more complimentary.
Do you realise that after your big attempt to come across as a cerebral heavyweight you’ve gone and relegated yourself to I’M TODD WILLIAMS status in one mighty swoop of your sword there Hercules?
Do I cheat from time to time to get ahead? You’re damn right I do, if I spot an opening I will exploit it. I don’t play this game fairly and you’re even more stupid than I thought if you got the impression that I go around claiming I do but sadly you have let this element of my in-ring style cloud your…. Let’s call it “judgement”, because Lord knows you’re good at judging people right?
Where you’ve gone horribly wrong Nathan is when you have concluded to yourself that the fact I will fight dirty means I’ve absolutely no talent and on that basis alone, you can put me away. If that is truly what you think that God help you this weekend when you and I line up opposite one another inside that ring.
If you’d bothered to do your homework Webb you’ll have soon realised that whilst I may bend the rules from time to time, more often than not I walk out of that ring with a victory through “noble” means. This myth that you’ve managed to concoct in your head that I only pick up victories via nefarious methods is naïve and ultimately deluded. Reality will slap you hard in the face this weekend Nathan after I’ve slapped you far harder.
Continue to tell yourself that I can only achieve a victory by cheating, it’s always good to get the excuses in early after all because we all know that you’ll have to think of something to spout off about next week once I beat you and get well and truly back on track.
I may not have the accolades of Spike Kane, I may not have the morals of Falcon or the fan-friendly charisma of Steve Awesome but I am without a shadow of a doubt one of the best. You can argue until you’re blue in the face Webb but it isn’t up for debate.
If you want to make the mistake of believing your own spiel, because Lord help you if it wasn’t just for the cameras, then you will die by the sword you live with.
I am a cheat, an asshole and a vicious son of a bitch but more importantly, I am better than you. Everything you hate is just a small part of me Nathan, a necessary element in the grand scheme of things, and maybe this Sunday you will learn one lesson the hard way or else this business will swallow you up and spit you back out.
Nice guys finish last.
Viva La Révolution.
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Roberto sits, a look of sheer desperations written across his face as Hannah and her two friends giggle relentlessly, glasses of white wine in their respective hands. As the group continue to laugh at inane things Verona’s misery is interrupted by the sound of a “message received” on his mobile phone. Bowing his head politely, taking the opportunity to escape for a few seconds he lifts himself up and walks out of the bar, leaving the group alone although they pay little attention to his absence. Lifting his phone up he raises an eye brow….
”I require an urgent face to face meeting with you Mr Verona. I EXPECT a moment of your time this weekend. Do not disappoint me.”
Verona slips his phone back into his pocket and grins, turning back to look at the trio before walking off camera by himself.