Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2011 19:03:23 GMT -6
Well tickle me pink and call me Rob Diamond but if I am not mistaken Jimmy Zane just grew himself a spine. I know Jimmy, I had to blink twice too but kudos on finally coming out of your shell and proving to everybody that perhaps, just maybe, you really weren’t the odd one out in our motley crew. Seems I was wrong, the Young Guns were only one quarter choker. But you see Jimmy….and here is the kicker, you had to go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like…. You’re better than me?
Whoa hold on their sunshine, sorry to piss on your pride parade but did I really just hear you say that “the best part of the Young Guns are standing right here”? Because I was really psyched when I saw my former stable mate on TV grow a sack and take a page out of my book and get himself noticed, it was like watching the early series of the Simpsons, before waking up in a cold sweat and realising I was watching the latter ones.
Listen Zane, I know you probably got caught up in the moment, that you were a little dazzled by all the bright lights and your multiple personality disorder might have just gone on the fritz but let me make something quite clear to the both of you Smeagol…
The best of the Young Guns will be stood in that ring in the Main Event.
If you really think that the cream of the crop in our little band of merry men was you and Lex, you’re strongly mistaken.
When you were back changing names, I was out there taking them.
When you were too busy changing your appearance, I was out there changing other people’s with whatever came to hand.
When you were stealing victories from the jaws of defeat, I was stealing the show.
You’ve made your statement, now is the time to make sure you don’t eat you words. Good luck out there Jimmy, it is time to make it on your own two feet.
This brings me onto my other estranged stable mate, Lex Sense.
Of all the Young Guns Lex, I think you are the only one I ever truly respected. The fact is that Venom was around for all of five seconds and Trish, as much as I like her, soon jumped ship too whilst Andrew blew his big opportunity to lead us all despite having all of the tools to succeed and Jimmy has undone all his promise by deciding to take a pot shot in my general direction.
You on the other hand called out one of the best this business has to offer, you forced him out of competitive in-ring retirement and you tore him apart. You didn’t just beat him Lex, you broke him. Not many people would firstly have the guts to make such a call and secondly the ruthless streak to follow through in style. Bravo, belated as it may be.
All this aside though Lex, our union is now severed. No longer will we strike collective fear in the hearts of the guys in the back, not that they’d admit it. We may even find ourselves at opposite sides of that ring one day, although that prospect excites me more than it does scare me. The Young Guns are dead and perhaps this was exactly what we all needed.
Now Andrew can go back to concentrating on his own career, well what is left of it, without the weight of undeserved leadership on his shoulders. Jimmy can either sink or swim and you can continue to frighten half of the roster and I can concentrate on the only person who truly matters : myself.
The fact is that despite all the successes I enjoyed with you guys protecting my back, the politics of the Young Guns only served as a distraction, a sideshow from my greater goals and ultimately it probably hindered my ambitions rather than helped them.
I am here to force through change by any means possible and being shackled under the leadership of other people did nothing for my mission. Now, I have no ties, no chains to hold me down.
Now I am free to remove the despots who champion the cause of injustice…
The sky is bright with the dying sun, a warm breeze blowing along the sidewalk as Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed walk side by side alone in the warmth of the summer sun, cars whizzing by every so often as birds swoop down to picks up scraps from the pavement. As we get closer we soon see that the pair are in the midst of a light-tempered argument, Hannah waving her arms frantically and excitedly, pointing behind them at an billboard out of sight. Roberto suddenly stops, thrusting his hands in his pockets impatiently as Hannah shuffles in front of him, her hands clasped together as if she was praying.
Roberto Verona : I said no.
Hannah stomps her feet, petulantly displaying her displeasure.
Hannah Reed : Oh come on, I barely ever ask you for anything.
Roberto cocks his eyebrow, his disbelief difficult to hide.
Roberto Verona : What planet have you been living on for the past decade? Only last week you asked me for ten pairs of shoes, five dresses, a parrot and about 7 tonnes of Hershys.
Hannah Reed : Hey, what are you saying?
Roberto Verona : That stomping and screaming isn’t going to change my mind.
Hannah pouts for a moment, kicking her foot on the sidewalk before the metaphorical lightbulb lights up inside her mind. Slowly she walks up to Verona, playfully rolling the buttons of her shirt between her thumbs.
Roberto Verona : Just a heads up, unless you’re going to produce your own credit card from those breasts you’re chasing a lost cause.
Hannah stops immediately, placing her hands on her hips.
Roberto Verona : I didn’t say stop….
Hannah gawps, slapping Roberto hard on the arm, causing him to yelp and rub the aforementioned limb.
Hannah Reed : No agreement. No boobs.
Roberto Verona : And the unanswered question of how you passed your Bar exam has been answered.
Hannah Reed : You enjoy torturing me don’t you?
Roberto Verona : It is the little things in life that bring the most pleasure.
Hannah Reed : And now we know why you’re so popular with the ladies…
Roberto Verona : That’s more like it, you know it just feels like bullying when you don’t fight back.
Hannah Reed : Be that may, I still don’t see why we can’t go to Manhattan, you know I love it there.
Roberto Verona : We aren’t going because I don’t enjoy spending my personal time with the biggest bunch of assholes on the planet. And before you say it yes I realise that I work for the same company that actually pays Steve Awesome to “wrestle”.
Hannah Reed : Oh come on, it isn’t that bad. Just because the last time that taxi driver nearly ran you over….
Roberto Verona : What do you mean nearly? He broke my foot!
Hannah Reed : Details Shmetails.
Roberto Verona : All that aside, I’d really rather limit the amount of people who shout abuse at me to those who pay for the privilege. I’d also do anything humanly possible to avoid entering that island with you, a credit card and a pair of sturdy arms to carry all the crap you buy.
Hannah huffs and puffs, crossing her arms defiantly to no avail.
Hannah Reed : So what exactly are we going to do?
Roberto Verona : Well we could go back to the hotel and you could get your perky friends out again and still not go to New York or we could go where we were heading before you decided to have a breakdown at the sight of a billboard advertising Manhattan.
Hannah Reed : Oh….yeah. Well, where’s that?
Roberto Verona : A quiet little restaurant with Trish, you know the person you haven’t seen in months and you keep “meaning to call”.
Hannah suddenly drops all pretences of a mood and begins to get giddy again.
Hannah Reed : Really!?
Roberto Verona : Steady on Sapphic Magnet, please button up your shirt before we get there or Trish really will get the wrong impression.
A look of puzzlement washes across Hannah’s face as she reaches down to button up her shirt.
Hannah Reed : What do you mean?
Roberto Verona : I mean that unless you want to be Trish’s main course you should stop flashing your cleavage to all and sundry.
Hannah Reed : I still don’t get it….
Roberto sighs and shakes his head.
Roberto Verona : Part of me wants to just stop helping you out, get a camcorder and make a fortune. Come on, let’s go, we’re already running late.
Hannah rushes after Roberto as he begins to walk away from her, leaving her to finish re-adjusting her clothing as the pair head round a corner and out of sight.
I rarely regret anything, it seldom serves any purpose other than to encourage melancholy. Yet when I picked up my phone earlier this week I couldn’t help but feel that deep down, there was always one thing I’d regretted.
Despite being “at war” for so long, under an incapable leader no less, you and I, Alex, never really had the opportunity to truly spar off against one another. Despite the fact that we’re, arguably, the two most talented members of our “factions” we never really spent much time inside that ring together.
Sure, we squared off alongside other men once or twice, fighting a war that evidently wasn’t worth the effort but frankly neither of those contests granted us the opportunity to truly go one on one. Every time we have been inside that ring Alex there has been a side attraction to distract everybody from the real main event.
But let’s not get too soppy; there is a reason why I regret having never faced you. Is it partly because I know that you are a real test, and as proven by my match with Xander not too long ago I never shirk away from a challenge. Sure it is. But the real reason, the burning and nagging thought that tortures my mind is that if it was me that had been facing you at the past two pay-per-views……
I know that I would be the new NCW National Champion.
I know I can beat you Alex and I regret that I’ve never had the opportunity to prove that you were always struck with the misfortune of clashing with the weak link of the Young Guns instead of the real deal. Naturally, I know that realistically there was no other choice considering that I was carrying gold at the time, don’t get me wrong I’m not stupid enough to think that Leonard could ever have me walking around with two of his belts, but I still regret that I never got a shot at you.
I suppose that this week will have to do, that is of course if Lex doesn’t set his sights on repeating his recent show of dominance before I get a chance to step inside the ring. Let’s face it we both know that if he sets his mind to it he could win this match without me needing to break a sweat and ultimately, I am in this business to pick up victories because as you rightly said, it is the only way to get noticed.
As for my Revolution? Let’s just say that, for now Alex, it doesn’t concern you but, unlike those clearly failed before me as Leonard is still here and his cronies still rule the roost, I will not fail to bring about the change I have preached.
Well hello there Seth, do I think I have a chance this week? Do aeroplanes fly? Is water wet? Is Todd Williams still a total and utter jackass? Wait, don’t answer that one, we could be hear a while searching for the correct word to describe that train wreck…
I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention or not Seth but when I’m inside that ring there is always a chance that I will walk away as the victor and, more often than not, I do just that. Since I won the X-Championship three months ago I have been beaten once, albeit it for that very championship. I just don’t lose Seth, because I never know when to quit and I have so many weapons in my arsenal that even when you think you’ve scouted me out, I will hit you with something you were never expecting.
Are you a commendable performer? Sure. Have you go the potential to make something of yourself over the coming months? Yeah, I wouldn’t deny it. But can you beat me? That is something I am afraid is beyond you right now Evans.
Whether I had Lex Sense in my corner or Father Christmas I know that this weekend I will have my hand raised by the referee in victory Seth, not because you’re inadequate or Alex is incompetent but because I’m the most well-rounded competitor gracing these hallways today. I know that regardless of who is my partner or my opponent I have everything that is needed to win and it is this self-belief that is often mistaken for arrogance and egotism but find me a man who would disagree without lying through their teeth.
Alex Jones said it himself, everybody here respects me, even if half of them do so begrudgingly, and they do so for good reason. I have it in me to be one of the very best in the history of this business and shake the very foundations of this company. This week will be another notch on my impressive resume, and as confident as you may be Seth you will leave disappointed. Your confidence is impressive and I am the last person to tell you that you shouldn’t believe in yourself, regardless of who it pisses off, but this week it is misguided.
Whether it is me or Lex who pins you or Alex this week Seth all that will matter is that I will have another victory under my belt on the road to glory and perhaps you will more importantly have learnt a valuable lesson.
I am the future and I will not be stopped.
Viva La Révolution.
Whoa hold on their sunshine, sorry to piss on your pride parade but did I really just hear you say that “the best part of the Young Guns are standing right here”? Because I was really psyched when I saw my former stable mate on TV grow a sack and take a page out of my book and get himself noticed, it was like watching the early series of the Simpsons, before waking up in a cold sweat and realising I was watching the latter ones.
Listen Zane, I know you probably got caught up in the moment, that you were a little dazzled by all the bright lights and your multiple personality disorder might have just gone on the fritz but let me make something quite clear to the both of you Smeagol…
The best of the Young Guns will be stood in that ring in the Main Event.
If you really think that the cream of the crop in our little band of merry men was you and Lex, you’re strongly mistaken.
When you were back changing names, I was out there taking them.
When you were too busy changing your appearance, I was out there changing other people’s with whatever came to hand.
When you were stealing victories from the jaws of defeat, I was stealing the show.
You’ve made your statement, now is the time to make sure you don’t eat you words. Good luck out there Jimmy, it is time to make it on your own two feet.
This brings me onto my other estranged stable mate, Lex Sense.
Of all the Young Guns Lex, I think you are the only one I ever truly respected. The fact is that Venom was around for all of five seconds and Trish, as much as I like her, soon jumped ship too whilst Andrew blew his big opportunity to lead us all despite having all of the tools to succeed and Jimmy has undone all his promise by deciding to take a pot shot in my general direction.
You on the other hand called out one of the best this business has to offer, you forced him out of competitive in-ring retirement and you tore him apart. You didn’t just beat him Lex, you broke him. Not many people would firstly have the guts to make such a call and secondly the ruthless streak to follow through in style. Bravo, belated as it may be.
All this aside though Lex, our union is now severed. No longer will we strike collective fear in the hearts of the guys in the back, not that they’d admit it. We may even find ourselves at opposite sides of that ring one day, although that prospect excites me more than it does scare me. The Young Guns are dead and perhaps this was exactly what we all needed.
Now Andrew can go back to concentrating on his own career, well what is left of it, without the weight of undeserved leadership on his shoulders. Jimmy can either sink or swim and you can continue to frighten half of the roster and I can concentrate on the only person who truly matters : myself.
The fact is that despite all the successes I enjoyed with you guys protecting my back, the politics of the Young Guns only served as a distraction, a sideshow from my greater goals and ultimately it probably hindered my ambitions rather than helped them.
I am here to force through change by any means possible and being shackled under the leadership of other people did nothing for my mission. Now, I have no ties, no chains to hold me down.
Now I am free to remove the despots who champion the cause of injustice…
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The sky is bright with the dying sun, a warm breeze blowing along the sidewalk as Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed walk side by side alone in the warmth of the summer sun, cars whizzing by every so often as birds swoop down to picks up scraps from the pavement. As we get closer we soon see that the pair are in the midst of a light-tempered argument, Hannah waving her arms frantically and excitedly, pointing behind them at an billboard out of sight. Roberto suddenly stops, thrusting his hands in his pockets impatiently as Hannah shuffles in front of him, her hands clasped together as if she was praying.
Roberto Verona : I said no.
Hannah stomps her feet, petulantly displaying her displeasure.
Hannah Reed : Oh come on, I barely ever ask you for anything.
Roberto cocks his eyebrow, his disbelief difficult to hide.
Roberto Verona : What planet have you been living on for the past decade? Only last week you asked me for ten pairs of shoes, five dresses, a parrot and about 7 tonnes of Hershys.
Hannah Reed : Hey, what are you saying?
Roberto Verona : That stomping and screaming isn’t going to change my mind.
Hannah pouts for a moment, kicking her foot on the sidewalk before the metaphorical lightbulb lights up inside her mind. Slowly she walks up to Verona, playfully rolling the buttons of her shirt between her thumbs.
Roberto Verona : Just a heads up, unless you’re going to produce your own credit card from those breasts you’re chasing a lost cause.
Hannah stops immediately, placing her hands on her hips.
Roberto Verona : I didn’t say stop….
Hannah gawps, slapping Roberto hard on the arm, causing him to yelp and rub the aforementioned limb.
Hannah Reed : No agreement. No boobs.
Roberto Verona : And the unanswered question of how you passed your Bar exam has been answered.
Hannah Reed : You enjoy torturing me don’t you?
Roberto Verona : It is the little things in life that bring the most pleasure.
Hannah Reed : And now we know why you’re so popular with the ladies…
Roberto Verona : That’s more like it, you know it just feels like bullying when you don’t fight back.
Hannah Reed : Be that may, I still don’t see why we can’t go to Manhattan, you know I love it there.
Roberto Verona : We aren’t going because I don’t enjoy spending my personal time with the biggest bunch of assholes on the planet. And before you say it yes I realise that I work for the same company that actually pays Steve Awesome to “wrestle”.
Hannah Reed : Oh come on, it isn’t that bad. Just because the last time that taxi driver nearly ran you over….
Roberto Verona : What do you mean nearly? He broke my foot!
Hannah Reed : Details Shmetails.
Roberto Verona : All that aside, I’d really rather limit the amount of people who shout abuse at me to those who pay for the privilege. I’d also do anything humanly possible to avoid entering that island with you, a credit card and a pair of sturdy arms to carry all the crap you buy.
Hannah huffs and puffs, crossing her arms defiantly to no avail.
Hannah Reed : So what exactly are we going to do?
Roberto Verona : Well we could go back to the hotel and you could get your perky friends out again and still not go to New York or we could go where we were heading before you decided to have a breakdown at the sight of a billboard advertising Manhattan.
Hannah Reed : Oh….yeah. Well, where’s that?
Roberto Verona : A quiet little restaurant with Trish, you know the person you haven’t seen in months and you keep “meaning to call”.
Hannah suddenly drops all pretences of a mood and begins to get giddy again.
Hannah Reed : Really!?
Roberto Verona : Steady on Sapphic Magnet, please button up your shirt before we get there or Trish really will get the wrong impression.
A look of puzzlement washes across Hannah’s face as she reaches down to button up her shirt.
Hannah Reed : What do you mean?
Roberto Verona : I mean that unless you want to be Trish’s main course you should stop flashing your cleavage to all and sundry.
Hannah Reed : I still don’t get it….
Roberto sighs and shakes his head.
Roberto Verona : Part of me wants to just stop helping you out, get a camcorder and make a fortune. Come on, let’s go, we’re already running late.
Hannah rushes after Roberto as he begins to walk away from her, leaving her to finish re-adjusting her clothing as the pair head round a corner and out of sight.
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I rarely regret anything, it seldom serves any purpose other than to encourage melancholy. Yet when I picked up my phone earlier this week I couldn’t help but feel that deep down, there was always one thing I’d regretted.
Despite being “at war” for so long, under an incapable leader no less, you and I, Alex, never really had the opportunity to truly spar off against one another. Despite the fact that we’re, arguably, the two most talented members of our “factions” we never really spent much time inside that ring together.
Sure, we squared off alongside other men once or twice, fighting a war that evidently wasn’t worth the effort but frankly neither of those contests granted us the opportunity to truly go one on one. Every time we have been inside that ring Alex there has been a side attraction to distract everybody from the real main event.
But let’s not get too soppy; there is a reason why I regret having never faced you. Is it partly because I know that you are a real test, and as proven by my match with Xander not too long ago I never shirk away from a challenge. Sure it is. But the real reason, the burning and nagging thought that tortures my mind is that if it was me that had been facing you at the past two pay-per-views……
I know that I would be the new NCW National Champion.
I know I can beat you Alex and I regret that I’ve never had the opportunity to prove that you were always struck with the misfortune of clashing with the weak link of the Young Guns instead of the real deal. Naturally, I know that realistically there was no other choice considering that I was carrying gold at the time, don’t get me wrong I’m not stupid enough to think that Leonard could ever have me walking around with two of his belts, but I still regret that I never got a shot at you.
I suppose that this week will have to do, that is of course if Lex doesn’t set his sights on repeating his recent show of dominance before I get a chance to step inside the ring. Let’s face it we both know that if he sets his mind to it he could win this match without me needing to break a sweat and ultimately, I am in this business to pick up victories because as you rightly said, it is the only way to get noticed.
As for my Revolution? Let’s just say that, for now Alex, it doesn’t concern you but, unlike those clearly failed before me as Leonard is still here and his cronies still rule the roost, I will not fail to bring about the change I have preached.
Well hello there Seth, do I think I have a chance this week? Do aeroplanes fly? Is water wet? Is Todd Williams still a total and utter jackass? Wait, don’t answer that one, we could be hear a while searching for the correct word to describe that train wreck…
I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention or not Seth but when I’m inside that ring there is always a chance that I will walk away as the victor and, more often than not, I do just that. Since I won the X-Championship three months ago I have been beaten once, albeit it for that very championship. I just don’t lose Seth, because I never know when to quit and I have so many weapons in my arsenal that even when you think you’ve scouted me out, I will hit you with something you were never expecting.
Are you a commendable performer? Sure. Have you go the potential to make something of yourself over the coming months? Yeah, I wouldn’t deny it. But can you beat me? That is something I am afraid is beyond you right now Evans.
Whether I had Lex Sense in my corner or Father Christmas I know that this weekend I will have my hand raised by the referee in victory Seth, not because you’re inadequate or Alex is incompetent but because I’m the most well-rounded competitor gracing these hallways today. I know that regardless of who is my partner or my opponent I have everything that is needed to win and it is this self-belief that is often mistaken for arrogance and egotism but find me a man who would disagree without lying through their teeth.
Alex Jones said it himself, everybody here respects me, even if half of them do so begrudgingly, and they do so for good reason. I have it in me to be one of the very best in the history of this business and shake the very foundations of this company. This week will be another notch on my impressive resume, and as confident as you may be Seth you will leave disappointed. Your confidence is impressive and I am the last person to tell you that you shouldn’t believe in yourself, regardless of who it pisses off, but this week it is misguided.
Whether it is me or Lex who pins you or Alex this week Seth all that will matter is that I will have another victory under my belt on the road to glory and perhaps you will more importantly have learnt a valuable lesson.
I am the future and I will not be stopped.
Viva La Révolution.