Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2011 15:06:49 GMT -6
Awe Inspiring.
Clinical.
World Class.
I could easily run out of superlatives to describe my performance on Sunday against Alex Jones so let’s just finish this the easy way. Job. Done.
After Xander Famularo knocked the wind out of my sails there were so many people who rubbed their hands with glee, delighted that their doubt in my abilities were confirmed and my fabled demise had finally come to fruition. Well, sorry to burst your bubble guys but….
Raises the National Championship with on hand, a sardonic smile etched on his face.
I just went and proved you all wrong.
Again.
You see, I understand the temptation to write me off doing anything meaningful soon after Famularo put me out of commission and took my title from me. Granted, it is pretty stupid, but it’s understandable. What is, however, incredibly hard to conceive is people actually predicting that my defeat to Xander was the beginning of the end, the catalyst to the downward spiral that only leads to jobbing to Jimmy Zane. This sort of mental pattern can only lead to disappointment guys, and a padded room, but I digress.
Simply put; those of you who didn’t believe in me can feel free to write me those apologies and send Hannah some flowers because at Nothing to Lose I walked down to that ring to face a true champion and I walked out with his belt. That is the bottom line. Alex Jones didn’t have what it takes, on that occasion, to stop me and I’m now your new National Champion, following in the footsteps of some of the biggest stars this company has ever produced.
At Picture Perfect I took a beating from Xander for that X-Championship, but more importantly I learned a valuable lesson. I took what I learnt from that defeat and I used it to galvanise and motivate myself to go one better and, no disrespect intended to our 2011 Gladiator, I know shocking, but only a month after dropping that belt I’ve taken a giant leap forward in my career. I have gone from title disappointment to the stepping stone to the biggest belt in the business in only four weeks, an accolade few men can ever dare to claim for their own.
So what does this mean? Asides from the fact that I’ve got a physical representation of my undoubted talent wrapped around my mid-drift I’m now an even bigger pain in the arse for Leonard and the boys. Oh sure, don’t get me wrong the urge to kiss Leonard’s ass and be a good company champion is one many people before me have taken but thankfully that just isn’t my style.
Sure, I know what you’re all thinking, that perhaps I should actually be thanking the wrinkly old crook for getting my shot at Alex Jones in the first place, after all I demanded it from him and he delivered. Fortunately for all that is holy that couldn’t be further from the truth, if Fox is dumb enough to offer me the opportunity to be National champion because he likes money and hates Alex Jones then he has made his bed and will now have to lie in it. I won’t stop being a nuisance out of some sense of owing the old man something, I won this belt fair and square and I earned my shot through hard work and dedication, something the rest of the roster ought to take note of.
I didn’t fluke an opportunity or pucker up to get where I am, I did it by knuckling down and proving myself. People have called me arrogant, but the fact is that I’ve said I’m good enough to make a mark in this business and I have gone out and proven it. I haven’t just stood in front of this camera and waxed lyrically about how amazing I am and then gone out to that ring and stunk out the joint, I’ve backed up everything I have said and whether you like me or not, only a stubborn jackass would try and claim otherwise.
So Jimmy Zane, you can call me the weak link of the Young Guns or whatever other nonsense that came spewing out of your mouth in that vitriol fuelled rant of yours. Nathan Webb, you can keep crying out for a re-match on the basis that I cheated you out of a victory and I’m some kind of fraud with the gift of the gab. You can all crawl out of the woodwork and bad mouth me all you like, but I have proven myself time and time again to be one of the best in the business and I guarantee that I will have a memorable National championship reign, because that is exactly what I set out to do when I “picked” Alex Jones as an opponent.
I aren’t here to just swan around with this accessory and claim I’m the best. I’m here to defend this belt and prove it.
I am not in this business to ass kiss and accumulate more and more and more money, I’m here to change it for the better.
Do I sound like a broken record? Perhaps I do to some but then frankly their opinion means next to nothing to me. I know enough about this business to appreciate that some people will never like you, no matter how “nice” you are and it isn’t worth worrying yourself about what everybody thinks.
When I walk out into that arena every week all I ever hear is abuse, but I don’t let it phase me because I don’t do what I do for people’s approval, I don’t live for the fans love and I certainly don’t exist for my colleagues respect.
I do what I do for a greater cause and ultimately, that is all that matters.
A black saloon car drives along the highway, ambling along at a gentle pace as it passes by vast green plains as the occupants travel alone, not another vehicle in sight. Inside are Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed, making their way from New York to New Jersey for the latest episode of Collision. Hannah suddenly stirs, groaning in agony as she slowly sits up, Verona barely stirring as he keeps his eyes on the road.
Hannah Reed : Ugh….what happened last night.
Hannah clutches her head and screws up her eyes as Roberto turn his head for a moment, quickly returning back to look forward as he steers the car.
Roberto Verona : You smell of shame. And apples.
Hannah suddenly opens her eyes which glow red with stress and fatigue.
Roberto Verona : What? Apples are nice…
Hannah Reed : Just…don’t.
Roberto Verona : Well, you can clearly handle your liquor. That is the last time I let you have a bottle of wine to yourself.
Hannah Reed : You sound like my mother.
Roberto Verona : And you sound like a teenage girl on the path to daddy issues and DUI’s.
Hannah Reed : You’re a jackass.
Roberto Verona : I love you too. Listen, are you going to quit your whining or am I going to have to stop this car and rinse you off with a hose until you shut up?
Hannah Reed : You wouldn’t do that…
Roberto turn his head slightly and looks at Hannah for a moment.
Hannah Reed : Ugh, fine.
Hannah reaches into her hand bag and retrieves a pair of sunglasses, placing them over her eyes which are underlined by large black bags and streaks of mascara.
Roberto Verona : That’s more like it. I don’t want you having a strop when we should be celebrating.
Hannah Reed : Didn’t we celebrate enough last night?
Roberto Verona : You know there are more ways to celebrate than drinking yourself into this state.
Hannah Reed : I am never drinking again….
Hannah moans, turning to one side and gradually drifting off to sleep. Roberto shakes his head before looking up into his rear view mirror, the National championship glistening in the early morning sun light. A wry smile runs across Verona’s lips as he continues to drive into the distance.
Claps
Before I get onto Ricky Johnson, let me first say thank you Alex Jones.
Thank you for a hell of a match AJ, you came to Madison Square Garden and you proved how much this belt meant to you and you tried your damnedest to make sure you retained it, but ultimately I was better on the night. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, after all you of all people aren’t stupid enough to think that the fact I have been pinned once in over three months is some sort of supreme run of luck. You lost, but you have nothing to be ashamed of.
People have called me disrespectful in the past, said that I just run my mouth and do not appreciate the talent on this roster but they are wrong. Respect is earned Jones and you have earned my respect the right way, just like Xander did before you. Do I still think the majority of the guys here are feckless failures? You’re damn right I do, but for those of you who do something to warrant it I do have respect for you. The fact that I don’t just throw it around like a cheap whore isn’t something to be lambasted for, but then there are too many sensitive people around this joint who crave attention I suppose.
Look, I’ll get to the point AJ, I am not one for heartfelt sentiment. You threw everything at me last Sunday and you put up one hell of a fight, and for that I thank you. Good luck carrying on pissing Leonard off, anybody who causes him Keybo, Brent and the rest of them headaches is a friend in my book. The more the merrier.
Now, as for you Ricky….
Shakes head
I am disappointed.
Why?
Because Steve “Face of the Despots” Awesome is still NCW World Champion.
The symbol for all that is wrong with this company is still wearing that gold and walking around like he really deserves to be where he is. Oh, I’m sure after his heartfelt whining last week some people will actually believe he is there because he has talent but we both know the truth. He’s there because he is everything Leonard Fox wants in a superstar, he is cocky and pulls in the female crowd, he sells merchandise like Crystal Hilton sells her body to the next big thing and he makes this company millions in buyrates.
Yet when you had the chance to remove this festering boil on the ass of humanity you failed to get the job done. Granted, I commend you for your scheme to have Roxi do your dirty work and you better bet your ass that if I had the same tools I would have done the same thing. Your cheating isn’t what I have an issue with, it is your inability to utilise it to its full extent and put an end to this charade that is Steve Awesome, World Champion.
Shudders
Christ, even saying it feels dirty.
You see, I like you Ricky. No, really, I do. You have your head screwed on….well, partially screwed on, and you see this business for what it is, a dog eat dog world. You clearly have some talent, you wouldn’t be a multi-time champion if you didn’t and I’m positive you’re more disappointed at your failure to put Awesome away than I am, and hell I’m pretty damn disappointed.
Sure, I aren’t exactly hankering after enjoying a few cold ones with you, but you’re one of the guys around here I can stand spending more than five minutes with and that is why when I took a moment of my time to watch you’re world title match on Sunday I felt as disappointed as all your fans did. Well, all 5 of them as lord know the bad guys around here get all the heat right?
You had the title in your grasp and you blew it, thanks in part to that pampered little princess Hilton who, for some inexplicable reason is loved despite having emotionally crushed a man and jumped on the first available penis to come her way.
Heh, see what I did there?
You and Roxi had that piece of trash right where you wanted him Ricky and you lost. Failed. **** out.
Am I trying to disrespect you? No.
Am I trying to wind you up? No.
I’m simply saying it how it is Ricky, you failed to get the job done. Your failure is obviously another man’s opportunity, but ultimately your failure has resulted in at least another month of that jack ass on our television sets carrying around the most prestigious prize in this business despite having done absolutely nothing but fail before striking it lucky. Once. Like I said, I’m sure this eats you up far more than it does myself, but there is no point pussy footing around the issue. That being the prolonged title reign of the most plastic of champions, a man who was born in Leonard’s ass let alone worked his way up it.
This week you will line up across that ring from me, nursing a championship hangover whilst I parade around with a new belt and as long as I have my way that isn’t all you’ll be nursing. I have no intention of being stopped in my tracks by you Ricky, you had your chance and you didn’t take it but I will not stand idly by whilst men like Steve Awesome represent our company as the “best” there is to offer.
I will not let you or anybody else regardless of “respect” stop me from smashing the crushing status quo.
Viva La Révolution.
Clinical.
World Class.
I could easily run out of superlatives to describe my performance on Sunday against Alex Jones so let’s just finish this the easy way. Job. Done.
After Xander Famularo knocked the wind out of my sails there were so many people who rubbed their hands with glee, delighted that their doubt in my abilities were confirmed and my fabled demise had finally come to fruition. Well, sorry to burst your bubble guys but….
Raises the National Championship with on hand, a sardonic smile etched on his face.
I just went and proved you all wrong.
Again.
You see, I understand the temptation to write me off doing anything meaningful soon after Famularo put me out of commission and took my title from me. Granted, it is pretty stupid, but it’s understandable. What is, however, incredibly hard to conceive is people actually predicting that my defeat to Xander was the beginning of the end, the catalyst to the downward spiral that only leads to jobbing to Jimmy Zane. This sort of mental pattern can only lead to disappointment guys, and a padded room, but I digress.
Simply put; those of you who didn’t believe in me can feel free to write me those apologies and send Hannah some flowers because at Nothing to Lose I walked down to that ring to face a true champion and I walked out with his belt. That is the bottom line. Alex Jones didn’t have what it takes, on that occasion, to stop me and I’m now your new National Champion, following in the footsteps of some of the biggest stars this company has ever produced.
At Picture Perfect I took a beating from Xander for that X-Championship, but more importantly I learned a valuable lesson. I took what I learnt from that defeat and I used it to galvanise and motivate myself to go one better and, no disrespect intended to our 2011 Gladiator, I know shocking, but only a month after dropping that belt I’ve taken a giant leap forward in my career. I have gone from title disappointment to the stepping stone to the biggest belt in the business in only four weeks, an accolade few men can ever dare to claim for their own.
So what does this mean? Asides from the fact that I’ve got a physical representation of my undoubted talent wrapped around my mid-drift I’m now an even bigger pain in the arse for Leonard and the boys. Oh sure, don’t get me wrong the urge to kiss Leonard’s ass and be a good company champion is one many people before me have taken but thankfully that just isn’t my style.
Sure, I know what you’re all thinking, that perhaps I should actually be thanking the wrinkly old crook for getting my shot at Alex Jones in the first place, after all I demanded it from him and he delivered. Fortunately for all that is holy that couldn’t be further from the truth, if Fox is dumb enough to offer me the opportunity to be National champion because he likes money and hates Alex Jones then he has made his bed and will now have to lie in it. I won’t stop being a nuisance out of some sense of owing the old man something, I won this belt fair and square and I earned my shot through hard work and dedication, something the rest of the roster ought to take note of.
I didn’t fluke an opportunity or pucker up to get where I am, I did it by knuckling down and proving myself. People have called me arrogant, but the fact is that I’ve said I’m good enough to make a mark in this business and I have gone out and proven it. I haven’t just stood in front of this camera and waxed lyrically about how amazing I am and then gone out to that ring and stunk out the joint, I’ve backed up everything I have said and whether you like me or not, only a stubborn jackass would try and claim otherwise.
So Jimmy Zane, you can call me the weak link of the Young Guns or whatever other nonsense that came spewing out of your mouth in that vitriol fuelled rant of yours. Nathan Webb, you can keep crying out for a re-match on the basis that I cheated you out of a victory and I’m some kind of fraud with the gift of the gab. You can all crawl out of the woodwork and bad mouth me all you like, but I have proven myself time and time again to be one of the best in the business and I guarantee that I will have a memorable National championship reign, because that is exactly what I set out to do when I “picked” Alex Jones as an opponent.
I aren’t here to just swan around with this accessory and claim I’m the best. I’m here to defend this belt and prove it.
I am not in this business to ass kiss and accumulate more and more and more money, I’m here to change it for the better.
Do I sound like a broken record? Perhaps I do to some but then frankly their opinion means next to nothing to me. I know enough about this business to appreciate that some people will never like you, no matter how “nice” you are and it isn’t worth worrying yourself about what everybody thinks.
When I walk out into that arena every week all I ever hear is abuse, but I don’t let it phase me because I don’t do what I do for people’s approval, I don’t live for the fans love and I certainly don’t exist for my colleagues respect.
I do what I do for a greater cause and ultimately, that is all that matters.
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A black saloon car drives along the highway, ambling along at a gentle pace as it passes by vast green plains as the occupants travel alone, not another vehicle in sight. Inside are Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed, making their way from New York to New Jersey for the latest episode of Collision. Hannah suddenly stirs, groaning in agony as she slowly sits up, Verona barely stirring as he keeps his eyes on the road.
Hannah Reed : Ugh….what happened last night.
Hannah clutches her head and screws up her eyes as Roberto turn his head for a moment, quickly returning back to look forward as he steers the car.
Roberto Verona : You smell of shame. And apples.
Hannah suddenly opens her eyes which glow red with stress and fatigue.
Roberto Verona : What? Apples are nice…
Hannah Reed : Just…don’t.
Roberto Verona : Well, you can clearly handle your liquor. That is the last time I let you have a bottle of wine to yourself.
Hannah Reed : You sound like my mother.
Roberto Verona : And you sound like a teenage girl on the path to daddy issues and DUI’s.
Hannah Reed : You’re a jackass.
Roberto Verona : I love you too. Listen, are you going to quit your whining or am I going to have to stop this car and rinse you off with a hose until you shut up?
Hannah Reed : You wouldn’t do that…
Roberto turn his head slightly and looks at Hannah for a moment.
Hannah Reed : Ugh, fine.
Hannah reaches into her hand bag and retrieves a pair of sunglasses, placing them over her eyes which are underlined by large black bags and streaks of mascara.
Roberto Verona : That’s more like it. I don’t want you having a strop when we should be celebrating.
Hannah Reed : Didn’t we celebrate enough last night?
Roberto Verona : You know there are more ways to celebrate than drinking yourself into this state.
Hannah Reed : I am never drinking again….
Hannah moans, turning to one side and gradually drifting off to sleep. Roberto shakes his head before looking up into his rear view mirror, the National championship glistening in the early morning sun light. A wry smile runs across Verona’s lips as he continues to drive into the distance.
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Claps
Before I get onto Ricky Johnson, let me first say thank you Alex Jones.
Thank you for a hell of a match AJ, you came to Madison Square Garden and you proved how much this belt meant to you and you tried your damnedest to make sure you retained it, but ultimately I was better on the night. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, after all you of all people aren’t stupid enough to think that the fact I have been pinned once in over three months is some sort of supreme run of luck. You lost, but you have nothing to be ashamed of.
People have called me disrespectful in the past, said that I just run my mouth and do not appreciate the talent on this roster but they are wrong. Respect is earned Jones and you have earned my respect the right way, just like Xander did before you. Do I still think the majority of the guys here are feckless failures? You’re damn right I do, but for those of you who do something to warrant it I do have respect for you. The fact that I don’t just throw it around like a cheap whore isn’t something to be lambasted for, but then there are too many sensitive people around this joint who crave attention I suppose.
Look, I’ll get to the point AJ, I am not one for heartfelt sentiment. You threw everything at me last Sunday and you put up one hell of a fight, and for that I thank you. Good luck carrying on pissing Leonard off, anybody who causes him Keybo, Brent and the rest of them headaches is a friend in my book. The more the merrier.
Now, as for you Ricky….
Shakes head
I am disappointed.
Why?
Because Steve “Face of the Despots” Awesome is still NCW World Champion.
The symbol for all that is wrong with this company is still wearing that gold and walking around like he really deserves to be where he is. Oh, I’m sure after his heartfelt whining last week some people will actually believe he is there because he has talent but we both know the truth. He’s there because he is everything Leonard Fox wants in a superstar, he is cocky and pulls in the female crowd, he sells merchandise like Crystal Hilton sells her body to the next big thing and he makes this company millions in buyrates.
Yet when you had the chance to remove this festering boil on the ass of humanity you failed to get the job done. Granted, I commend you for your scheme to have Roxi do your dirty work and you better bet your ass that if I had the same tools I would have done the same thing. Your cheating isn’t what I have an issue with, it is your inability to utilise it to its full extent and put an end to this charade that is Steve Awesome, World Champion.
Shudders
Christ, even saying it feels dirty.
You see, I like you Ricky. No, really, I do. You have your head screwed on….well, partially screwed on, and you see this business for what it is, a dog eat dog world. You clearly have some talent, you wouldn’t be a multi-time champion if you didn’t and I’m positive you’re more disappointed at your failure to put Awesome away than I am, and hell I’m pretty damn disappointed.
Sure, I aren’t exactly hankering after enjoying a few cold ones with you, but you’re one of the guys around here I can stand spending more than five minutes with and that is why when I took a moment of my time to watch you’re world title match on Sunday I felt as disappointed as all your fans did. Well, all 5 of them as lord know the bad guys around here get all the heat right?
You had the title in your grasp and you blew it, thanks in part to that pampered little princess Hilton who, for some inexplicable reason is loved despite having emotionally crushed a man and jumped on the first available penis to come her way.
Heh, see what I did there?
You and Roxi had that piece of trash right where you wanted him Ricky and you lost. Failed. **** out.
Am I trying to disrespect you? No.
Am I trying to wind you up? No.
I’m simply saying it how it is Ricky, you failed to get the job done. Your failure is obviously another man’s opportunity, but ultimately your failure has resulted in at least another month of that jack ass on our television sets carrying around the most prestigious prize in this business despite having done absolutely nothing but fail before striking it lucky. Once. Like I said, I’m sure this eats you up far more than it does myself, but there is no point pussy footing around the issue. That being the prolonged title reign of the most plastic of champions, a man who was born in Leonard’s ass let alone worked his way up it.
This week you will line up across that ring from me, nursing a championship hangover whilst I parade around with a new belt and as long as I have my way that isn’t all you’ll be nursing. I have no intention of being stopped in my tracks by you Ricky, you had your chance and you didn’t take it but I will not stand idly by whilst men like Steve Awesome represent our company as the “best” there is to offer.
I will not let you or anybody else regardless of “respect” stop me from smashing the crushing status quo.
Viva La Révolution.