Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2011 20:33:09 GMT -6
I still remember the day that I was given these…
Raises a hand, fingers gripped around a hand gun.
Venom pulled me aside and made me an offer, one that I was honoured to receive. He showered me with gifts, emblazoned with the Young Guns motif, and treated me like a real member of his group, one who truly earned his spot.
Many people felt that I had truly “made something of myself” by being hand-picked by men of the ilk of Venom and Charlie Velez after such a short time in this company. The rest? Well they were simply jealous.
Say whatever you like about the Young Guns, Lord knows I’ve heard it all already, but being selected to join their ranks was an honour most men, and women, in NCW would have put their bodies through hell to receive and yet I turned the right heads without expelling too much energy. I was selected because Charlie and Venom saw something in me that they knew would eventually lead me down a path of glory.
Roll on five months and low and behold, their faith in me has been repaid. Granted, it is of no benefit to either man, one having seemingly disappeared from the business and the other recovering from a career threatening injury only to return to see his legacy ruined by incompetence, but nevertheless their predictions have come to pass.
I stand before you all today with my name etched on the second most important belt in this entire company, one which truly marks your arrival as a force in NCW. Many said that I would never achieve this, certainly not so soon, because I am arrogant, self-centred and far too confident of my own abilities, others felt that perhaps this was all too much too soon and that Alex would slap the self-confidence right out of me.
They were all wrong.
Venom on the other hand was proved right all along. When he recruited me he told me that one day I too would walk down to that ring with my head held high and this belt draped over my shoulder because I had what it took. Don’t get me wrong, I never needed him to tell me that but the fact is he knew from the moment I walked into this joint that I would make something of myself, and quickly. He put his faith in me when he made me a Young Gun and it was up to me to prove to the world that I deserved to be one.
So I spotted that pathetic excuse for a man Todd Williams, whose only purpose on life is to cling to a solitary victory against me, and I tore his life apart and used him to get myself ahead, to put my name on the map. I then took the X-Championship and I made it mean something more than a fashion accessory for a guy-liner wearing drag act and a bling magnet, so much so that I eventually relinquished it to one of the most talented men in this company who craved that belt because of me. Then when my so called leader threw his toys out of the pram I picked myself up, carried on proving why I am the single best wrestler in this company and I did what neither Jacobsen of even Venom could do; I beat Alex Jones for the National Championship.
So, what have you managed to do to justify your spot in the Young Guns, Jimmy?
Oh I know it perhaps seems a little redundant to ask this now when the Guns are long since dead, but believe me it is relevant.
You see Jimmy, when you and Lex started your little reign of terror a few weeks ago you did something, very, very stupid: you decided to open your mouth and drag my name through the dirt. You decided to speak about me as if you somehow have the right to even say my name let alone disgrace it.
So Jimmy, what have you done that gives you the right to talk down to me?
Oh, well, you are a Tag Team champion I suppose, well done for managing to be carried by the Young Guns for months only to fall into a new gig being carried by Lex Sense. A champion you may be Jimmy, but what have you done off of your own back to have such a high opinion of yourself?
Defeated Spike Kane? Yeah…. Been there, done that.
Defeated Steve Awesome by virtue of pinning Spike Kane? Congratulations.
……
Defeated….. Spike Kane?
Seriously Jimmy I struggle to really pinpoint anything else in your career that gives you some sort of right to look down your nose in my general direction.
The truth is that you have done nothing to make me even perceive you as anything approaching a credible threat. All you have done is waltz back in here talking a big game, whilst bring absolutely no discernable qualities with which you could back it up, weasel your way into the Young Guns and contribute to its eventual demise with your inability to be useful and then finally latch onto Lex Sense and reduce him to god awful lactose filled promos.
You see Jimmy, I don’t mind when people insult me or make some vain attempt to degrade me with “witty banter”, hell freedom of speech and all that. What I do mind are people like you opening your mouth and treating us all to a maniacal tirade with absolutely nothing whatsoever to back it up. You see Jimmy, I make a lot of bold claims but I have the goods to back them up, you on the other hand are just taking pot shots and hoping nobody calls you on your bull****.
They say people get what they deserve Jimmy, well I am halfway there and on Sunday, you’re going to get what is coming to you.
The corridors of the Prudential Center are empty, save a few venders who stand idle in their workplaces waiting for the next break in the action on Collision. Suddenly the sound of feet rapidly connecting with the concrete floor can be heard as Hannah Reed frantically ushers herself down the open space, taking care as she moves forward whilst looking over her shoulder and all around the corridor energetically. Suddenly she turns and jumps in shock, clutching her chest before letting out a sigh of relief as Roberto Verona stands before her, his hair wet as the aroma of shower gel emanates from beneath his suit. Verona chuckles to himself, placing his gym bag on the floor as Hannah pushes her long blonde hair from in front of her face.
Hannah Reed : I am glad to see that you are pleased with yourself.
Roberto Verona : I am glad to see you got a good work out. You know I really ought to thank Roxi for putting you through your paces.
Hannah scowls at Roberto, quickly checking over her shoulder.
Roberto Verona : It’s OK, she is gone now. Your perfectly safe, Ricky won’t be in any mood for a beating twice in one night and Roxi won’t come near you with a big strapping man at your side.
Hannah Reed : Oh yeah? Where is he then?
Hannah sticks her tongue out mockingly, a sense of calm slowly washing over her.
Roberto Verona : Cute. Listen, if your done playing cat and mouse we really should be getting going, I don’t fancy being stuck here when the crows start feeling an urge for hot dogs.
Hannah Reed : Don’t want to meet your “adoring” public then huh?
Roberto Verona : No, I just got this suit yesterday, I don’t want it smelling of virgins and Budweiser.
Hannah sniggers as the pair begin to walk down the corridor back towards the private areas, Roberto picking up his gym bag and proceeding to sling it back over his shoulder.
Hannah Reed : So, how does it feel to be National Champion?
Roberto Verona : Fantastic, but then I always knew it would do. Things are finally slotting into place nicely and I am not talking about Steve Awesome’s nose and Leonard Fox’s ass.
Hannah Reed : Great….so did you get that bonus you talked about?
Roberto Verona :Yep. I already spent it.
Hannah Reed : You don’t mess about do you. Did you get anything for me?
Hannah flutters her eyelashes mockingly.
Roberto Verona : You mean besides the countless hotel rooms, meals, drinks and your wage, which by the way you have spent long before you get it?
Hannah Reed : Yes.
Roberto Verona : No.
Hannah Reed : Some friend you are, keeping it all to yourself.
Roberto Verona : Firstly, I already buy you enough. Secondly, I didn’t spend it on myself. Thirdly, if you got naked from time to time maybe you’d get more in return.
Hannah Reed : Hey I am not a whor…..wait, you didn’t spend it on yourself?
Roberto Verona : No.
Hannah Reed : So what did you spend it on?
Roberto raises his hand to his face, making a “zip” motion across his lips.
Roberto Verona : Ah ah ah, not so fast. You’ll find out soon enough.
Roberto holds a door open for Hannah as the pair finally reach the backstage area.
Roberto Verona : I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.
Hannah stops suddenly and ponders for a moment before looking up to see Verona a few feet away in the distance.
Hannah Reed : Hey…wait up!
Hannah hastily scurries after Roberto as they walk out of view.
So Jimmy, I just got the chance to watch your recent outburst. Let’s just say you didn’t disappoint me, although that isn’t to say you aren’t a disappointment. That being said, I am going to have to disappoint you, I know, bummer huh?
First of all, this whole “brown eye” shtick everybody seems to throw your way, sorry to burst your bubble Jimmy but I don’t know anything about it or care to waste my time to learn. You seem to have a bit of complex going on there, you really ought to see a quack about that one.
Secondly, no I am not going to wave the “I beat Alex Jones” flag because frankly if I stood here waving all of the ones I have collected from impressive opponents of late we’d be here all day. You on the other hand could probably crack that out in about 30 seconds.
Thirdly, I couldn’t care less if you have 30 different personas, the fact is that none of them are going to be enough for you to pull off a victory over me this weekend. You can bring whoever you want to the ring with you, it won’t make a single bit of difference to the outcome.
Which, for the cerebrally challenged, or Todd Williams’, is another victory on my ever growing list of victories.
I see that you are pretty confident of walking out with something this weekend and normally I’d be impressed by an opponent who believes in himself, but on this occasion I can’t help but fear that “delusional” is perhaps more accurate a description.
So I am the first step on your road to glory? I am the first victim on your rampage to tear that belt from Steve Awesome’s inadequate grip? Hold on a sec…..
Laughter.
Oh Jimmy, that is a good one. If I had less control of my bladder I’d be up piss creek without a paddle. I don’t even know where to begin with what is wrong with that statement so, in the interests of my own sanity I am just going to say this.
You’re wrong.
See, I am perfectly capable of a nice concise conclusion Jimmy. Oh, and FYI, if you’re going to cry about me playing to stereotypes to tear you apart, you really ought to try and avoid that tired old line about my “long winded videos”. Seriously. It’s a tad hypocritical. Then again, far better men have fallen into that trap than you.
As for the….how did you put it?
Fast Cars.
Italian Suits.
Fine Wines.
I earned every single thread in the clothes I wear, every piece of metal in the cars I drive and every drop of wine I drink. You want to run your mouth about how I approach my career in the ring? How I apparently am against hard work of any kind? How stupid are you?
I am rich enough to afford these luxuries Jimmy because I work damn hard, I worked damn hard tracking down lowlifes across the country and I continue to work damn hard inside that ring. I have earned my stripes in the same crapholes the rest of you have, I’ve had chairs, two by fours and neon lights cracked over my skull like all of you and I’ve taken beatings to learn from my mistakes.
So even if you were right, which you aren’t, shouldn’t you be asking yourself why a man like me who apparently makes little to no effort inside that ring outside mind games is the current National champion with an impressive résumé whilst you’re just a nobody with a big friend? If I can just coast along without trying and still win what do you think I can do if I pull my finger out?
Believe what you want Jimmy, because if you honestly think that I need to get in your head to beat you you’re going to end up finding out the hard way that you couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t need to do some magic hocus pocus or sweet talk my way to victory this Sunday Jimmy, frankly all I need to do is turn up.
Let me assure you Jimmy that the only people who will be embarrassed this week are the morons who put money on you actually winning this match, James Wolfe and you. Oh, dang it, I promised myself I wouldn’t lower myself to that level of benign idiosyncrasy didn’t I? Oh well, looks like it really is only you who is a disappointment this week Jimmy, but at least that is a familiar sensation for you.
Once this week is done I can get back to making a real name for myself Jimmy whilst you crave that one big victory that will kick-start your career in NCW, because we both know that it isn’t going to be happening this week. You can kick and scream all you like, but just saying it won’t make it so. When I stare across that ring from you on Sunday you are going to realise that you have gotten yourself in far too deep. You may stand a chance against no marks like Steve Awesome, Jimmy, and who knows if you do get a shot at him maybe you will be World Champion, but you’re going to learn this weekend that when you actually face a man of substance, you’re well below the standard required to pull a victory out of the bag.
So, for this weekend only this “pretty boy” has one goal, and one goal only. To knock the living daylights out of a multi-coloured delusional jackass with a bizarre sense of grandeur.
(That’s you dumbass)
Viva La Révolution.
Raises a hand, fingers gripped around a hand gun.
Venom pulled me aside and made me an offer, one that I was honoured to receive. He showered me with gifts, emblazoned with the Young Guns motif, and treated me like a real member of his group, one who truly earned his spot.
Many people felt that I had truly “made something of myself” by being hand-picked by men of the ilk of Venom and Charlie Velez after such a short time in this company. The rest? Well they were simply jealous.
Say whatever you like about the Young Guns, Lord knows I’ve heard it all already, but being selected to join their ranks was an honour most men, and women, in NCW would have put their bodies through hell to receive and yet I turned the right heads without expelling too much energy. I was selected because Charlie and Venom saw something in me that they knew would eventually lead me down a path of glory.
Roll on five months and low and behold, their faith in me has been repaid. Granted, it is of no benefit to either man, one having seemingly disappeared from the business and the other recovering from a career threatening injury only to return to see his legacy ruined by incompetence, but nevertheless their predictions have come to pass.
I stand before you all today with my name etched on the second most important belt in this entire company, one which truly marks your arrival as a force in NCW. Many said that I would never achieve this, certainly not so soon, because I am arrogant, self-centred and far too confident of my own abilities, others felt that perhaps this was all too much too soon and that Alex would slap the self-confidence right out of me.
They were all wrong.
Venom on the other hand was proved right all along. When he recruited me he told me that one day I too would walk down to that ring with my head held high and this belt draped over my shoulder because I had what it took. Don’t get me wrong, I never needed him to tell me that but the fact is he knew from the moment I walked into this joint that I would make something of myself, and quickly. He put his faith in me when he made me a Young Gun and it was up to me to prove to the world that I deserved to be one.
So I spotted that pathetic excuse for a man Todd Williams, whose only purpose on life is to cling to a solitary victory against me, and I tore his life apart and used him to get myself ahead, to put my name on the map. I then took the X-Championship and I made it mean something more than a fashion accessory for a guy-liner wearing drag act and a bling magnet, so much so that I eventually relinquished it to one of the most talented men in this company who craved that belt because of me. Then when my so called leader threw his toys out of the pram I picked myself up, carried on proving why I am the single best wrestler in this company and I did what neither Jacobsen of even Venom could do; I beat Alex Jones for the National Championship.
So, what have you managed to do to justify your spot in the Young Guns, Jimmy?
Oh I know it perhaps seems a little redundant to ask this now when the Guns are long since dead, but believe me it is relevant.
You see Jimmy, when you and Lex started your little reign of terror a few weeks ago you did something, very, very stupid: you decided to open your mouth and drag my name through the dirt. You decided to speak about me as if you somehow have the right to even say my name let alone disgrace it.
So Jimmy, what have you done that gives you the right to talk down to me?
Oh, well, you are a Tag Team champion I suppose, well done for managing to be carried by the Young Guns for months only to fall into a new gig being carried by Lex Sense. A champion you may be Jimmy, but what have you done off of your own back to have such a high opinion of yourself?
Defeated Spike Kane? Yeah…. Been there, done that.
Defeated Steve Awesome by virtue of pinning Spike Kane? Congratulations.
……
Defeated….. Spike Kane?
Seriously Jimmy I struggle to really pinpoint anything else in your career that gives you some sort of right to look down your nose in my general direction.
The truth is that you have done nothing to make me even perceive you as anything approaching a credible threat. All you have done is waltz back in here talking a big game, whilst bring absolutely no discernable qualities with which you could back it up, weasel your way into the Young Guns and contribute to its eventual demise with your inability to be useful and then finally latch onto Lex Sense and reduce him to god awful lactose filled promos.
You see Jimmy, I don’t mind when people insult me or make some vain attempt to degrade me with “witty banter”, hell freedom of speech and all that. What I do mind are people like you opening your mouth and treating us all to a maniacal tirade with absolutely nothing whatsoever to back it up. You see Jimmy, I make a lot of bold claims but I have the goods to back them up, you on the other hand are just taking pot shots and hoping nobody calls you on your bull****.
They say people get what they deserve Jimmy, well I am halfway there and on Sunday, you’re going to get what is coming to you.
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The corridors of the Prudential Center are empty, save a few venders who stand idle in their workplaces waiting for the next break in the action on Collision. Suddenly the sound of feet rapidly connecting with the concrete floor can be heard as Hannah Reed frantically ushers herself down the open space, taking care as she moves forward whilst looking over her shoulder and all around the corridor energetically. Suddenly she turns and jumps in shock, clutching her chest before letting out a sigh of relief as Roberto Verona stands before her, his hair wet as the aroma of shower gel emanates from beneath his suit. Verona chuckles to himself, placing his gym bag on the floor as Hannah pushes her long blonde hair from in front of her face.
Hannah Reed : I am glad to see that you are pleased with yourself.
Roberto Verona : I am glad to see you got a good work out. You know I really ought to thank Roxi for putting you through your paces.
Hannah scowls at Roberto, quickly checking over her shoulder.
Roberto Verona : It’s OK, she is gone now. Your perfectly safe, Ricky won’t be in any mood for a beating twice in one night and Roxi won’t come near you with a big strapping man at your side.
Hannah Reed : Oh yeah? Where is he then?
Hannah sticks her tongue out mockingly, a sense of calm slowly washing over her.
Roberto Verona : Cute. Listen, if your done playing cat and mouse we really should be getting going, I don’t fancy being stuck here when the crows start feeling an urge for hot dogs.
Hannah Reed : Don’t want to meet your “adoring” public then huh?
Roberto Verona : No, I just got this suit yesterday, I don’t want it smelling of virgins and Budweiser.
Hannah sniggers as the pair begin to walk down the corridor back towards the private areas, Roberto picking up his gym bag and proceeding to sling it back over his shoulder.
Hannah Reed : So, how does it feel to be National Champion?
Roberto Verona : Fantastic, but then I always knew it would do. Things are finally slotting into place nicely and I am not talking about Steve Awesome’s nose and Leonard Fox’s ass.
Hannah Reed : Great….so did you get that bonus you talked about?
Roberto Verona :Yep. I already spent it.
Hannah Reed : You don’t mess about do you. Did you get anything for me?
Hannah flutters her eyelashes mockingly.
Roberto Verona : You mean besides the countless hotel rooms, meals, drinks and your wage, which by the way you have spent long before you get it?
Hannah Reed : Yes.
Roberto Verona : No.
Hannah Reed : Some friend you are, keeping it all to yourself.
Roberto Verona : Firstly, I already buy you enough. Secondly, I didn’t spend it on myself. Thirdly, if you got naked from time to time maybe you’d get more in return.
Hannah Reed : Hey I am not a whor…..wait, you didn’t spend it on yourself?
Roberto Verona : No.
Hannah Reed : So what did you spend it on?
Roberto raises his hand to his face, making a “zip” motion across his lips.
Roberto Verona : Ah ah ah, not so fast. You’ll find out soon enough.
Roberto holds a door open for Hannah as the pair finally reach the backstage area.
Roberto Verona : I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.
Hannah stops suddenly and ponders for a moment before looking up to see Verona a few feet away in the distance.
Hannah Reed : Hey…wait up!
Hannah hastily scurries after Roberto as they walk out of view.
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So Jimmy, I just got the chance to watch your recent outburst. Let’s just say you didn’t disappoint me, although that isn’t to say you aren’t a disappointment. That being said, I am going to have to disappoint you, I know, bummer huh?
First of all, this whole “brown eye” shtick everybody seems to throw your way, sorry to burst your bubble Jimmy but I don’t know anything about it or care to waste my time to learn. You seem to have a bit of complex going on there, you really ought to see a quack about that one.
Secondly, no I am not going to wave the “I beat Alex Jones” flag because frankly if I stood here waving all of the ones I have collected from impressive opponents of late we’d be here all day. You on the other hand could probably crack that out in about 30 seconds.
Thirdly, I couldn’t care less if you have 30 different personas, the fact is that none of them are going to be enough for you to pull off a victory over me this weekend. You can bring whoever you want to the ring with you, it won’t make a single bit of difference to the outcome.
Which, for the cerebrally challenged, or Todd Williams’, is another victory on my ever growing list of victories.
I see that you are pretty confident of walking out with something this weekend and normally I’d be impressed by an opponent who believes in himself, but on this occasion I can’t help but fear that “delusional” is perhaps more accurate a description.
So I am the first step on your road to glory? I am the first victim on your rampage to tear that belt from Steve Awesome’s inadequate grip? Hold on a sec…..
Laughter.
Oh Jimmy, that is a good one. If I had less control of my bladder I’d be up piss creek without a paddle. I don’t even know where to begin with what is wrong with that statement so, in the interests of my own sanity I am just going to say this.
You’re wrong.
See, I am perfectly capable of a nice concise conclusion Jimmy. Oh, and FYI, if you’re going to cry about me playing to stereotypes to tear you apart, you really ought to try and avoid that tired old line about my “long winded videos”. Seriously. It’s a tad hypocritical. Then again, far better men have fallen into that trap than you.
As for the….how did you put it?
Fast Cars.
Italian Suits.
Fine Wines.
I earned every single thread in the clothes I wear, every piece of metal in the cars I drive and every drop of wine I drink. You want to run your mouth about how I approach my career in the ring? How I apparently am against hard work of any kind? How stupid are you?
I am rich enough to afford these luxuries Jimmy because I work damn hard, I worked damn hard tracking down lowlifes across the country and I continue to work damn hard inside that ring. I have earned my stripes in the same crapholes the rest of you have, I’ve had chairs, two by fours and neon lights cracked over my skull like all of you and I’ve taken beatings to learn from my mistakes.
So even if you were right, which you aren’t, shouldn’t you be asking yourself why a man like me who apparently makes little to no effort inside that ring outside mind games is the current National champion with an impressive résumé whilst you’re just a nobody with a big friend? If I can just coast along without trying and still win what do you think I can do if I pull my finger out?
Believe what you want Jimmy, because if you honestly think that I need to get in your head to beat you you’re going to end up finding out the hard way that you couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t need to do some magic hocus pocus or sweet talk my way to victory this Sunday Jimmy, frankly all I need to do is turn up.
Let me assure you Jimmy that the only people who will be embarrassed this week are the morons who put money on you actually winning this match, James Wolfe and you. Oh, dang it, I promised myself I wouldn’t lower myself to that level of benign idiosyncrasy didn’t I? Oh well, looks like it really is only you who is a disappointment this week Jimmy, but at least that is a familiar sensation for you.
Once this week is done I can get back to making a real name for myself Jimmy whilst you crave that one big victory that will kick-start your career in NCW, because we both know that it isn’t going to be happening this week. You can kick and scream all you like, but just saying it won’t make it so. When I stare across that ring from you on Sunday you are going to realise that you have gotten yourself in far too deep. You may stand a chance against no marks like Steve Awesome, Jimmy, and who knows if you do get a shot at him maybe you will be World Champion, but you’re going to learn this weekend that when you actually face a man of substance, you’re well below the standard required to pull a victory out of the bag.
So, for this weekend only this “pretty boy” has one goal, and one goal only. To knock the living daylights out of a multi-coloured delusional jackass with a bizarre sense of grandeur.
(That’s you dumbass)
Viva La Révolution.