Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2011 14:40:33 GMT -6
Really?
Seriously?
Is that the best you can come up with Matthew? That my promo technique is “samey” and because I’ve had a week off I am now somehow a comfortable “yes man” with a grand façade of a rebel?
Well, I suppose I will give you some credit Jackson at least I can’t call you unoriginal but I can certainly slap you in the same tedious category as Steve Awesome and Todd Williams when it comes to taking pot shots. If that is genuinely what you believe then I have got to say, I feel pretty sorry for you and quite frankly, perhaps people should take a look around the roster before they call me deluded.
Listen Jackson let’s get one thing straight, I don’t give a crap about entertaining you, the Board or the fans and quite frankly if you all really found what I had to say to be boring, monotonous and drab you wouldn’t tune in every single week to hear what I have to say. I am like a guilty pleasure, you don’t like to admit it but deep down, you can’t wait to hear what I might come out with next. As for those who really do feel like shooting themselves every time I open my mouth, do me a favour and go and get the Smith & Weston out of the drawer and make the world a better place.
Yes I’m talking to you Steve Awesome.
You may think I have become predictable Matthew but then that is exactly the kind of attitude I want all of my opponents to have. The fact that you think you’ve got every single base covered just makes my job easier, just don’t blame me when I do something you weren’t expecting. You see like everybody before you Jackson you think you’ve sussed out the secret to getting under my skin, seeing how I operate and deconstructing that to prepare your match strategy but like everybody else, you’ll soon learn that every match is different when you’re in the ring with me.
One week I may hit you with a low blow behind the officials back, on another I might pull some technical combo out of my repertoire and the next I might work over one of your joints before making you tap out like a bitch. I don’t have one style you can just put your finger on and figure out, whether I am repetitive outside that ring or not, inside it I am anything but predictable. That is why I am National Champion and that is why I am on a streak that has seen me being pinned once in 20 weeks and 18 separate matches. If that is what you call being stuck in a rut, then Lord help the rest of you.
No, seriously. Lord help you, because nobody else will. Leonard likes winners, even if they’re complete pains in the arse like I am. Wow…. A compliment, I feel ill…..excuse me for a second….
Gags mockingly.
There, that’s better. I don’t know what came over me, just as long as it isn’t Bates.
Ow, cheap shot. Wait, where was I? Oh yes, sorry MJ I guess you’re infinitely forgettable…
You see Matthew I don’t care if you come from Hell’s Kitchen, Heaven’s Pantry or Limbo’s Lavatory, if you’re going to waltz down to that ring with the idea that you can beat me with ease you’re going to be eating through a straw for the next month.
Now you will no doubt point to this as a perfect example of my arrogance and naivety all wrapped into one delightful little bundle that will offend your sensitive sensibilities, but let’s be honest I am right. You may think I have underestimated you Matthew, but for a man who has been here for all of two seconds you really have no right to be making such bold assumptions.
Did I describe you as “Todd Williams’ Bodyguard” on a popular social network? You’re damn right I did because quite frankly, so far, that is all you are. You’ve done absolutely nothing of note, pinning a man who dresses like a cast member of a Marilyn Manson video isn’t impressive Jackson, you don’t see me boasting about pinning Tommy the Cat do you?
But where you’ve got me all wrong is assuming that just because I am not in awe of you or jumping up and down like a merekat on amphetamines at the prospect of facing you I have underestimated you. One thing I never do Matthew is underestimate my opponent, even when that opponent is Todd Williams.
If you want to talk about having heard something all before Jackson, the assumption that I just expect to win and don’t take my opponent seriously is right up there with “you talk too much” and “you’re deluded”.
Although whilst I must admit that I certainly don’t consider you a threat to my career or personal well-being, I know that somewhere amongst all that military training there is a skill set that could would force any man to have to think outside the box to put you away, you bring a whole different ball game. Although you’re nowhere near the level required to put that into effect and put me away Matthew.
You see, you’re confident, you’re cocky…
Hell you’re just like me.
Only there is one little problem…… You’re not me.
I came into this company with a massive ego, raw talent and a will to win just like you, but I am where I am because I have learnt from my mistakes. I took a few beatings and I took the lessons they gave and I adapted my skillset to suit NCW, you haven’t been taught a damn thing yet Jackson, until now.
When you and I get inside that ring I will give you a lesson you’ll never forget and if you’re really as big a deal as you think Matthew, you’ll sit down, take it on board and come out next week and prove that you really do have “it”.
Just don’t expect me to do you any favours because we’re entertaining the internet virgins this week, I bring everything I need with me no matter what show we’re on and I have no intention of slipping up just because nobody is watching.
A torrent of rain patters down furiously on the windowpanes, the sound of the wind ripping through the trees echoes through the evening sky as Roberto Verona looks outside at the turbulent weather. Sipping a glass of water he pauses for a moment before turning slowly, walking past a burning fire which emits a welcome heat that provides a reprieve from the cold that creeps slowly elsewhere in the room. Taking another sip he approaches Hannah Reed before nearly choking on the contents of his glass as his eyes wander to the right, composing himself he wipes his lips before standing beside her.
Roberto Verona : What the hell is that?
Verona turns towards Hannah, a disgruntled look on his face.
Hannah Reed : It is called modern art. And you call yourself cultured.
The pair stand side by side, staring at a large painting consisting of a mish-mash of numerous colours sprayed haphazardly across the canvas.
Roberto Verona : What is it doing in my house?
Hannah Reed : I bought it?
Roberto pauses for a moment before turning towards Hannah.
Roberto Verona : Get rid of it.
Hannah Reed : What, why?
Roberto Verona : Because it looks like two racoons got pissed, went to a rave and rolled around in food colouring. Get rid of it.
Hannah puts her hands on her hips, pouting irritably.
Hannah Reed : You’re being serious aren’t you?
Roberto Verona : No, I am being deliberately awkward. Yes, I am being serious, if I wanted **** all over my walls I’d buy a Steve Awesome poster.
Hannah Reed : Ugh, fine. I’ll put it in my room, I was just trying to put my own personal touch on this place.
Roberto Verona : When you pay the mortgage you can whip out all of the Feng Shui books you like, until then you can leave my living room alone.
Hanbnah reaches up, unhooking the painting whilst muttering under her breath.
Hannah Reed : You know, you’re a miserable bastard when you haven’t got to beat somebody up for a week or two. There’s probably some sort of medical term for that.
Roberto Verona : Yeah, it is called being a pro-wrestler. It is sort of my job to want to perform inside the ring, being stuck around my house for a fortnight isn’t exactly my idea of fun.
Hannah Reed : Charming.
Roberto Verona : Oh grow up, I see you every week, it is not like I am starved of your company.
Hannah crosses her arms and frowns, delivering the silent treatment.
Roberto Verona : Finally, some peace and quiet.
Reed prepares to open her mouth before thinking better of it, turning to pick up her painting before storming off down a corridor. Verona shakes his head before he hears a knock at the door. Taking a final sip of his water he places the glass down on a worktop before heading to the front door. He opens it and a a puzzled look forms across his face.
Roberto Verona : Venom?
Standing on the doorstep is a rainswept Venom, a bag clutched in his hand and a crutch under his other arm. Verona steps aside and welcomes his old friend into his home before shutting the door behind them.
You know Alex, it has been nearly two weeks since you decided to gift wrap me Christian Gardner on a plate, and I still don’t get it.
Oh I know you’ve got this whole “I am advancing my career” shtick going on and you let me win because you wanted to get onto that Road to Gold, but what I don’t get is why the **** did Alex Jones, a man I respect, show utter contempt for the spirit of competition he so strenuously upheld at Battle Grounds?
Oh sure I have hardly got an exemplary record for “sportsmanship” but then I have never been a paragon of virtue either, but I thought you were much, much better than that Alex. You surprised me, I’ll give you that, but you went down a hell of a lot in my estimations.
I can take the repeated digs at my revolutionary philosophy, but when you diminish the value of this belt in that way Alex….that is something I will not stand for. You’re better than that, maybe when your quest for the Gold is over you may realise that because if you ever pull a stunt like that on me again, I will make you wish that you never pissed me off.
Speaking of the National Title….and Matthew you’re going to love this, so stay tuned.
Why the hell is the NCW National Champion playing second fiddle to a bunch of “maybes”?
Oh don’t get me wrong, I “get” that the Road to the Gold is the premiere tournament in NCW, I appreciate that ultimately the prize is the biggest in this sport but let’s face it, only one man out of sixteen will mean a damn thing by the end of it.
So whilst terminal failures like Jimmy Zane, Todd Williams and their ilk get to **** all over the competition’s heritage with the utter averageness, your National champion is relegated to a mere bit part, all whilst the X-Champion finds himself on the centre-stage again?
No you’re right, there isn’t anything fishy going on here. This whole “conspiracy” is in my head, I mean why should the man holding the second most important title in this business be on television….
Jesus, I wish you people could hear yourselves sometimes. Honestly, you’re more retarded than I give you credit for.
Leonard Fox is burying me into obscurity until he can finally rip this championship out of my hands before putting it on some corporate chimpanzee and frankly you’re all too stupid to see it. I am, bar Xander Famularo, on the single biggest run in this entire company and yet I literally can’t buy myself air time.
No, seriously, I tried.
Lord knows that when money doesn’t talk to Leonard Fox you’ve done something to piss him off, seriously he’d sell Kelly for a 1% rise in merchandise sales and a few extra bums on seats… maybe I should get Heffner on the phone....
Damn…concentrate Roberto, concentrate.
Drags mind out of gutter.
Hey I know what you’re all thinking, there goes Verona whinging again about the big bad boss who treats him badly but what you mistake for complaining is a genuine concern for the future of this company.
Listen, love me or hate me the simple fact is that I draw this company money, whether I do it “professionally” or not isn’t the point. I am a draw and I am a talent and that is why I’m the National Champion. Yet, because the boss has a personal grudge with me he is putting the brakes on my career and putting me on the backburner to kill my momentum until I lose all relevance.
Sure, that is the culmination of most of the rosters wet dreams but how about you all start to open up your eyes and realise that there is a much bigger picture here than my career stuttering to a halt, this has always been bigger than me.
Ask yourselves this question, if the boss is happy to bury the second most important person on his roster of champions, what will he do to the rest of you? Sure, I poke and prod away at the old bear far more than most of you, but don’t think that means you’re immune from pissing the pensioner who signs the cheques off.
Don’t believe me? Just look at what happens to everybody else who crosses him, Rob Diamond was the World Champion not too long ago and now he is sent off to play in the tag team division. Zelda Knite was the single biggest draw in Women’s wrestling and he discarded her the moment she wouldn’t just sign whatever he put in front of her. It isn’t just me who gets retribution for questioning Leonard Fox.
Compare that to corporate yes men like Steve Awesome who got as many World Title chances as he needed to become champion and the truth isn’t difficult to pinpoint. Keep telling yourselves that it is just Roberto moaning again but the facts are there for all to see. Leonard Fox will spite himself if it means he can get one over people who question his authority and I won’t be the last person to suffer for being outspoken.
You all accuse me of doing this for myself, but ultimately breaking the monopoly of Leonard Fox over NCW will benefit everybody. I don’t believe people should be chastised for speaking out when that is what this business is about, I don’t think men should be where they are based on their “look” and how well they kiss ass and I know this company should be about those who work hard to get where they are and don’t lose track of who they are in the pursuit of success.
Leonard Fox is bad for business and whether you like it or not, for as long as I breathe air I will do everything it takes to remove him from this company and change how things work around here and the only ones who will resist are those who benefits from the status quo.
Call me what you want, when all this is done there’s a sizeable amount of you who will be lining up to thank me.
And you can quote me on that.
Now…you can wipe that smug look off your face Jackson, before I do it for you.
Viva La Révolution.
Seriously?
Is that the best you can come up with Matthew? That my promo technique is “samey” and because I’ve had a week off I am now somehow a comfortable “yes man” with a grand façade of a rebel?
Well, I suppose I will give you some credit Jackson at least I can’t call you unoriginal but I can certainly slap you in the same tedious category as Steve Awesome and Todd Williams when it comes to taking pot shots. If that is genuinely what you believe then I have got to say, I feel pretty sorry for you and quite frankly, perhaps people should take a look around the roster before they call me deluded.
Listen Jackson let’s get one thing straight, I don’t give a crap about entertaining you, the Board or the fans and quite frankly if you all really found what I had to say to be boring, monotonous and drab you wouldn’t tune in every single week to hear what I have to say. I am like a guilty pleasure, you don’t like to admit it but deep down, you can’t wait to hear what I might come out with next. As for those who really do feel like shooting themselves every time I open my mouth, do me a favour and go and get the Smith & Weston out of the drawer and make the world a better place.
Yes I’m talking to you Steve Awesome.
You may think I have become predictable Matthew but then that is exactly the kind of attitude I want all of my opponents to have. The fact that you think you’ve got every single base covered just makes my job easier, just don’t blame me when I do something you weren’t expecting. You see like everybody before you Jackson you think you’ve sussed out the secret to getting under my skin, seeing how I operate and deconstructing that to prepare your match strategy but like everybody else, you’ll soon learn that every match is different when you’re in the ring with me.
One week I may hit you with a low blow behind the officials back, on another I might pull some technical combo out of my repertoire and the next I might work over one of your joints before making you tap out like a bitch. I don’t have one style you can just put your finger on and figure out, whether I am repetitive outside that ring or not, inside it I am anything but predictable. That is why I am National Champion and that is why I am on a streak that has seen me being pinned once in 20 weeks and 18 separate matches. If that is what you call being stuck in a rut, then Lord help the rest of you.
No, seriously. Lord help you, because nobody else will. Leonard likes winners, even if they’re complete pains in the arse like I am. Wow…. A compliment, I feel ill…..excuse me for a second….
Gags mockingly.
There, that’s better. I don’t know what came over me, just as long as it isn’t Bates.
Ow, cheap shot. Wait, where was I? Oh yes, sorry MJ I guess you’re infinitely forgettable…
You see Matthew I don’t care if you come from Hell’s Kitchen, Heaven’s Pantry or Limbo’s Lavatory, if you’re going to waltz down to that ring with the idea that you can beat me with ease you’re going to be eating through a straw for the next month.
Now you will no doubt point to this as a perfect example of my arrogance and naivety all wrapped into one delightful little bundle that will offend your sensitive sensibilities, but let’s be honest I am right. You may think I have underestimated you Matthew, but for a man who has been here for all of two seconds you really have no right to be making such bold assumptions.
Did I describe you as “Todd Williams’ Bodyguard” on a popular social network? You’re damn right I did because quite frankly, so far, that is all you are. You’ve done absolutely nothing of note, pinning a man who dresses like a cast member of a Marilyn Manson video isn’t impressive Jackson, you don’t see me boasting about pinning Tommy the Cat do you?
But where you’ve got me all wrong is assuming that just because I am not in awe of you or jumping up and down like a merekat on amphetamines at the prospect of facing you I have underestimated you. One thing I never do Matthew is underestimate my opponent, even when that opponent is Todd Williams.
If you want to talk about having heard something all before Jackson, the assumption that I just expect to win and don’t take my opponent seriously is right up there with “you talk too much” and “you’re deluded”.
Although whilst I must admit that I certainly don’t consider you a threat to my career or personal well-being, I know that somewhere amongst all that military training there is a skill set that could would force any man to have to think outside the box to put you away, you bring a whole different ball game. Although you’re nowhere near the level required to put that into effect and put me away Matthew.
You see, you’re confident, you’re cocky…
Hell you’re just like me.
Only there is one little problem…… You’re not me.
I came into this company with a massive ego, raw talent and a will to win just like you, but I am where I am because I have learnt from my mistakes. I took a few beatings and I took the lessons they gave and I adapted my skillset to suit NCW, you haven’t been taught a damn thing yet Jackson, until now.
When you and I get inside that ring I will give you a lesson you’ll never forget and if you’re really as big a deal as you think Matthew, you’ll sit down, take it on board and come out next week and prove that you really do have “it”.
Just don’t expect me to do you any favours because we’re entertaining the internet virgins this week, I bring everything I need with me no matter what show we’re on and I have no intention of slipping up just because nobody is watching.
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A torrent of rain patters down furiously on the windowpanes, the sound of the wind ripping through the trees echoes through the evening sky as Roberto Verona looks outside at the turbulent weather. Sipping a glass of water he pauses for a moment before turning slowly, walking past a burning fire which emits a welcome heat that provides a reprieve from the cold that creeps slowly elsewhere in the room. Taking another sip he approaches Hannah Reed before nearly choking on the contents of his glass as his eyes wander to the right, composing himself he wipes his lips before standing beside her.
Roberto Verona : What the hell is that?
Verona turns towards Hannah, a disgruntled look on his face.
Hannah Reed : It is called modern art. And you call yourself cultured.
The pair stand side by side, staring at a large painting consisting of a mish-mash of numerous colours sprayed haphazardly across the canvas.
Roberto Verona : What is it doing in my house?
Hannah Reed : I bought it?
Roberto pauses for a moment before turning towards Hannah.
Roberto Verona : Get rid of it.
Hannah Reed : What, why?
Roberto Verona : Because it looks like two racoons got pissed, went to a rave and rolled around in food colouring. Get rid of it.
Hannah puts her hands on her hips, pouting irritably.
Hannah Reed : You’re being serious aren’t you?
Roberto Verona : No, I am being deliberately awkward. Yes, I am being serious, if I wanted **** all over my walls I’d buy a Steve Awesome poster.
Hannah Reed : Ugh, fine. I’ll put it in my room, I was just trying to put my own personal touch on this place.
Roberto Verona : When you pay the mortgage you can whip out all of the Feng Shui books you like, until then you can leave my living room alone.
Hanbnah reaches up, unhooking the painting whilst muttering under her breath.
Hannah Reed : You know, you’re a miserable bastard when you haven’t got to beat somebody up for a week or two. There’s probably some sort of medical term for that.
Roberto Verona : Yeah, it is called being a pro-wrestler. It is sort of my job to want to perform inside the ring, being stuck around my house for a fortnight isn’t exactly my idea of fun.
Hannah Reed : Charming.
Roberto Verona : Oh grow up, I see you every week, it is not like I am starved of your company.
Hannah crosses her arms and frowns, delivering the silent treatment.
Roberto Verona : Finally, some peace and quiet.
Reed prepares to open her mouth before thinking better of it, turning to pick up her painting before storming off down a corridor. Verona shakes his head before he hears a knock at the door. Taking a final sip of his water he places the glass down on a worktop before heading to the front door. He opens it and a a puzzled look forms across his face.
Roberto Verona : Venom?
Standing on the doorstep is a rainswept Venom, a bag clutched in his hand and a crutch under his other arm. Verona steps aside and welcomes his old friend into his home before shutting the door behind them.
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You know Alex, it has been nearly two weeks since you decided to gift wrap me Christian Gardner on a plate, and I still don’t get it.
Oh I know you’ve got this whole “I am advancing my career” shtick going on and you let me win because you wanted to get onto that Road to Gold, but what I don’t get is why the **** did Alex Jones, a man I respect, show utter contempt for the spirit of competition he so strenuously upheld at Battle Grounds?
Oh sure I have hardly got an exemplary record for “sportsmanship” but then I have never been a paragon of virtue either, but I thought you were much, much better than that Alex. You surprised me, I’ll give you that, but you went down a hell of a lot in my estimations.
I can take the repeated digs at my revolutionary philosophy, but when you diminish the value of this belt in that way Alex….that is something I will not stand for. You’re better than that, maybe when your quest for the Gold is over you may realise that because if you ever pull a stunt like that on me again, I will make you wish that you never pissed me off.
Speaking of the National Title….and Matthew you’re going to love this, so stay tuned.
Why the hell is the NCW National Champion playing second fiddle to a bunch of “maybes”?
Oh don’t get me wrong, I “get” that the Road to the Gold is the premiere tournament in NCW, I appreciate that ultimately the prize is the biggest in this sport but let’s face it, only one man out of sixteen will mean a damn thing by the end of it.
So whilst terminal failures like Jimmy Zane, Todd Williams and their ilk get to **** all over the competition’s heritage with the utter averageness, your National champion is relegated to a mere bit part, all whilst the X-Champion finds himself on the centre-stage again?
No you’re right, there isn’t anything fishy going on here. This whole “conspiracy” is in my head, I mean why should the man holding the second most important title in this business be on television….
Jesus, I wish you people could hear yourselves sometimes. Honestly, you’re more retarded than I give you credit for.
Leonard Fox is burying me into obscurity until he can finally rip this championship out of my hands before putting it on some corporate chimpanzee and frankly you’re all too stupid to see it. I am, bar Xander Famularo, on the single biggest run in this entire company and yet I literally can’t buy myself air time.
No, seriously, I tried.
Lord knows that when money doesn’t talk to Leonard Fox you’ve done something to piss him off, seriously he’d sell Kelly for a 1% rise in merchandise sales and a few extra bums on seats… maybe I should get Heffner on the phone....
Damn…concentrate Roberto, concentrate.
Drags mind out of gutter.
Hey I know what you’re all thinking, there goes Verona whinging again about the big bad boss who treats him badly but what you mistake for complaining is a genuine concern for the future of this company.
Listen, love me or hate me the simple fact is that I draw this company money, whether I do it “professionally” or not isn’t the point. I am a draw and I am a talent and that is why I’m the National Champion. Yet, because the boss has a personal grudge with me he is putting the brakes on my career and putting me on the backburner to kill my momentum until I lose all relevance.
Sure, that is the culmination of most of the rosters wet dreams but how about you all start to open up your eyes and realise that there is a much bigger picture here than my career stuttering to a halt, this has always been bigger than me.
Ask yourselves this question, if the boss is happy to bury the second most important person on his roster of champions, what will he do to the rest of you? Sure, I poke and prod away at the old bear far more than most of you, but don’t think that means you’re immune from pissing the pensioner who signs the cheques off.
Don’t believe me? Just look at what happens to everybody else who crosses him, Rob Diamond was the World Champion not too long ago and now he is sent off to play in the tag team division. Zelda Knite was the single biggest draw in Women’s wrestling and he discarded her the moment she wouldn’t just sign whatever he put in front of her. It isn’t just me who gets retribution for questioning Leonard Fox.
Compare that to corporate yes men like Steve Awesome who got as many World Title chances as he needed to become champion and the truth isn’t difficult to pinpoint. Keep telling yourselves that it is just Roberto moaning again but the facts are there for all to see. Leonard Fox will spite himself if it means he can get one over people who question his authority and I won’t be the last person to suffer for being outspoken.
You all accuse me of doing this for myself, but ultimately breaking the monopoly of Leonard Fox over NCW will benefit everybody. I don’t believe people should be chastised for speaking out when that is what this business is about, I don’t think men should be where they are based on their “look” and how well they kiss ass and I know this company should be about those who work hard to get where they are and don’t lose track of who they are in the pursuit of success.
Leonard Fox is bad for business and whether you like it or not, for as long as I breathe air I will do everything it takes to remove him from this company and change how things work around here and the only ones who will resist are those who benefits from the status quo.
Call me what you want, when all this is done there’s a sizeable amount of you who will be lining up to thank me.
And you can quote me on that.
Now…you can wipe that smug look off your face Jackson, before I do it for you.
Viva La Révolution.