Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2011 15:12:34 GMT -6
I did it.
That’s what you’re all waiting around with baited breath to hear isn’t it? Clamouring over your internet forums, your chat shows and your oestrogen-absent Call of Duty house parties. The rumour mill has been in over drive ever since Road to the Gold closed on the image of a deserving champion triumphing over a corporate jackass, not that I really had an opportunity to see it. So, I’m going to do us all a favour and put an end to all of the conjecture.
So did I, Roberto Verona, squash Leonard’s face into that desk like a watermelon?
I would do many things to get rid of Leonard Fox, but I wouldn’t do that.
Predictably the fingers have been pointing from the moment they found a pulse on the wrinkly old tyrant, but amongst the over-eagerness to pin the blame solely on me people have once again failed to engage their brains and sit down for a cup of coffee with logic. Granted, I know the immediate reaction most people around here have towards subjects involving myself is to instantly turn off mentally and ramble incessantly in my general direction but you’ve proved to be far dumber than I ever gave you…erm, credit, for.
Let me make this real easy for you amateur detectives out there. When Leonard Fox was getting his face re-arranged with an oak desk I was getting my head stapled back together in the back of an ambulance, you can thank Leonard for that. You can debate the legitimacy of my claim all you like but the fact is two paramedics, a Hispanic Ambulance driver, one Harvard-bred doctor and a Portuguese janitor called Pedro can vouch for my movements from the arena to the local hospital. Well, them and the entire NCW medical staff and half of the road crew backstage.
I know, I know, conspiracy theories are real fun and the easiest conclusion to jump to when Fox finally gets his comeuppance is that the guy who’s been highlighting his complete inability to run a company fairly is the one who took him out, but frankly I am a little offended by the assertion. Smacking old men’s face into desks when nobody is looking just isn’t my style.
If I wanted to beat the crap out of Leonard Fox, I’d do it where everybody could see me do it. I’ll be damned if I left him in a pool of blood so some other chump could get all the credit.
The fact is that maybe, just maybe, somebody has finally realised that everything I have been saying is 100% true. This company is rotting under the rule of Leonard Fox, those who truly deserve their chances in the limelight have to jump over numerous hurdles before they’re even considered whilst corporate favourites get chance after chance after chance.
I look forward already to the nauseating live coverage of the wedding of Steven and Crystal.
Granted, my message was never to go out and commit attempted murder, but I was never the only man in this company who had enough of the way Fox runs things around here. When I found out what had happened I wasn’t surprised, Leonard’s made more enemies in this business than Crystal has provided happy endings and frankly it was only a matter of time before somebody took the wrinkled old asshole out. I may be the most obvious candidate, after all we all like to have somebody ease to blame, but there are countless people both and inside and outside of this company who would shed few tears if Leonard Fox dropped dead tomorrow.
So whilst men like the Ace, and I lose that term loosely, are content with blaming me for literally every single thing imaginable perhaps it is time for people to start utilising the gift God gave them between their ears.
Whilst I have literally countless reasons to take out Fox, I am also perhaps the most useful scapegoat imaginable to anybody cunning enough to get in to his office undetected and back out again without even making a sound. Anybody with a grudge with any semblance of IQ higher than a fish’s would not pass up the opportunity to stage an elaborate assault on the old bastard only moments after he enabled Conway’s little beat down in the centre of that ring.
It was perfect, he helped Ace smash my belt over my skull and spill my blood all across the canvas and then 20 minutes later Fox is found is a pool of his own haemoglobin.
Almost too perfect.
Probe a little deeper and you’ll realise that it is all far too convenient to have all of the blame pinned on me. It is easy to suggest I either did the deed myself or had somebody else do it for me, but it is far harder to accept that maybe the obvious candidate is in fact the last guy you should be accusing.
I have been preaching about change since the moment I arrived here and I stand by my rhetoric. NCW would be better off without Leonard Fox and his Board of Directors and I will do everything in my power to topple the tyrant from his perch, his current health crisis doesn’t change that. However, making some sort of statement by sneaking into his office during the hectic chaos of a pay-per-view and ramming his face into his desk just isn’t the way I will bring about my revolution.
I have done many things in my career that are hardly worth bragging about, but I am not the sort of man to sink as low as whoever took out Leonard Fox in the fashion that they did. I want Fox gone and everybody associated to him so I can change NCW for the better, but even I won’t revel in his vegetative state. My mission doesn’t stop, there are still plenty of people in this company who continue to corrupt NCW beyond repair who have been working under Fox since day one.
Blame the boogie man all you like, but at some point it is time to grow up and stop relying on monsters to solve all of your problems.
Jessica lays on her back, her chest heaving as she exhales heavily whilst slapping the mat in frustration. She grasps her hair tightly whilst looking up at the ceiling before suddenly rolling quickly under the bottom rope. Roberto shakes his head and gets up from the bench he was sitting on before heading over to the brunette who begins to punch the side of the apron in frustration. As Roberto approaches she suddenly turns around and yells sharply towards him.
Jessica Reed : He’s a jerk!
Roberto Verona : I know.
Jessica blows out her cheeks in a huff, pausing briefly before placing her hands on her hips and continuing.
Jessica Reed : Why didn’t you tell me what he was like if you knew all along?
Roberto Verona : Because I said I’d help find you a good trainer, and that is exactly what I did. I never said he was nice.
Jessica Reed : He said my lack of breasts would help with the more agile manoeuvres!
Roberto laughs, quickly met with a scowl from Jessica.
Jessica Reed : It’s not funny!
Roberto Verona : Yes it is.
Jessica Reed : Argh!
Roberto Verona : Oh lighten up, you’re going to have to grow thicker skin if you want to get into this business.
Jessica Reed : So he’s just preparing me for hecklers?
Roberto Verona : No, he is just a jerk. That and he was merely pointing out how aerodynamic you are.
Jessica opens her mouth but is cut off by the arrival of Hannah.
Hannah Reed : So how’d it go?
Before she gets a response Jessica storms past her in a huff as the pair watches her exit into the locker room.
Hannah Reed : That well huh?
Roberto Verona : When she wasn’t making those funny angry squealing noises she wasn’t too bad.
Hannah Reed : What noises?
Roberto Verona : The same ones you make when your angr….I mean, nothing.
Hannah Reed : Charming.
Roberto Verona : She’s got a long way to go but if it keeps her quiet and out of my house then I’m all for it.
Hannah Reed : You’re such a giving person, aren’t you?
Roberto Verona : Naturally, didn’t you see me let Ace touch my belt at the pay-per-view?
Hannah Reed : Yeah….”let”. Listen, with the whole Fox thing going on I will be returning with you at Collision. I don’t want you getting cornered by Gib and badgered by their legal department.
Roberto Verona : If you must, but I’m not stupid enough to admit something I haven’t done.
Hannah Reed : Perhaps, but you’ve got a target on your back Roberto. Let me deal with the legal eagles, you can concentrate on getting back in the ring. Just be careful, you were wounded pretty badly last time.
Roberto Verona : Yes ma’am.
Roberto salutes mockingly as Jessica emerges from the locker room, Hannah and Roberto quickly walk after her as she storms out into the parking lot, a few eager eyes following her along her journey.
Gjen…Jenn…ugh, forget it.
Congratulations on your big win over the X-Champ….oh wait, that’s right you only won it after Fox forced Xander to drop the belt. Well, I guess that makes you a super credible champion….
Snigger
Listen, I have absolute no desire to share a corner with you this weekend but the monkeys in the booking committee have decided that once again they need to shove me in a team with a total jackass to facilitate excitement in my upcoming match with Ricky Johnson.
Yawn
So then Ricky, it seems that you and me are going to go at it again, only this time there will be something meaningful on the line. Only, from listening to you in the build up to an inevitable victory over Jimmy Zane you aren’t in the slightest bit interested in my National Title. Which begs the question….
Where the hell do they pick you guys?
Whether I respect you as a competitor or not Ricky, I have absolutely zero interest in defending this belt against people who just don’t care about capturing it. We’re going to do this whole back and forth nonsense up until the end of the month and for what? Some half-hearted bout where the challenger doesn’t event give a crap about winning the prize?
Having said that, it could be worse.
I could have been fighting Jimmy Zane.
You and I both know I respect you as a competitor Ricky, but the fact is that if we are going to do this whole charade I will have no qualms about beating the crap out of you, just like last time. I have never put sentiments before business and this will be no different, if you’re the next guy to get a shot at my National Title I will do exactly what I did to Alex Jones, Chris Gardner and Jake Conway.
Whatever it takes to retain my belt.
I am in no mood to drop this belt any time soon, and certainly not to somebody who couldn’t give a damn about what it represents because he is too obsessed with capturing the World Championship. The fact is Ricky you screwed up, you had your chance and you blew it. Now it is time for somebody else to have a go and it is about time you climbed down off of your high horse and realised that right now, you’re time chasing that “big one” is over.
That isn’t to say you won’t be back fighting “on the biggest stage for the biggest prize” at some point in your career Ricky, but it is time to accept that you blew your chance this time. At least you got one though, I wasn’t event given the chance to step on the Road to the Gold, instead I had to deal with Fox’s lapdog Conway and his repeated attempts to mean something in 2011.
Oh, by the way congratulations on being relevant again Jake…oh…wait.
When you and me inevitably meet at Breaking Away Ricky, I expect you to have realised that whilst you may not want to be National Champion, fighting a man like me and testing yourself against somebody who is actually worth a damn around this place is the best way to get yourself back where you want to be. Whether people want to give me opponents who are worthy of this belt or not, I am the fastest rising star in this company and it is only a matter of time before I am moving on up into that realm you’re so desperate to return to.
You already know what I am capable of Ricky, and just because this match means very little in the long run it doesn’t mean I am not going to walk down to that ring and do what I do every week and that is perform to a level most guys around here wish they could reach. Whether I pin you or Trent, I really don’t care but I am determined to win this week just like any other. I will prove once again why I am the National Champion and just why this belt means so much more than you have given it credit for.
This is the stepping stone to the World Championship and if you somehow do manage to relieve me of it, I have no intention of making steps in any direction but forwards.
As for you Trent….I’m really not sure what people expect me to say about you. Granted, I fully expect some sort of promo that wouldn’t look out of place in Salvadore Dali’s mind where you “tear me a new one” in your own…unique… way but I really couldn’t care less. You’ve dedicated your entire return to chasing some dream to be a member of a Hall of Fame that contains Steve Awesome.
Steve Awesome.
Seriously, if Steve Awesome is in the hall of fame Trent you really just need to show up next year to get in, they’re clearly letting anybody in these days. Then again, if you’re not even a member after all these years and Steve is what does that say about your career? Outside of all the money you’ve accumulated and the tall objects you’ve jumped off of what have you really achieved?
Sure, you’re a former World Champion, X-Champion and a two time Tag Team Champion but since 2008 you’ve won absolutely nothing, yet here you are bleating on about how you “deserve” to be in the Hall of Fame? Here’s a newsflash Trent, you don’t bring it for a year and then stink out the joint for the next three and somehow earn yourself a spot in what is meant to be the permanent memorial to men who have “done it all” in this company.
Maybe if you actually concentrated on making a name for yourself, instead of off the back of others hard work, you’d find yourself a more obvious candidate for the “illustrious” group you so eagerly wish to join. Beating up retired “stars” like Lance Ryan from behind will get you no closer to the prize you cherish so much Helms, if anything it just showcases to the world why you don’t deserve anything.
So, if you can bear to be amongst us mere mortals this week Trent I look forward to you showing me why you deserve this Hall of Fame spot you’re so obsessed with but between you and me, I really don’t see anything in your past, present or future to suggest that you’ve got anything to give.
But hey, if you wait a few years I’ll be sure to recommend your admission when I make my speech.
Viva La Révolution.
That’s what you’re all waiting around with baited breath to hear isn’t it? Clamouring over your internet forums, your chat shows and your oestrogen-absent Call of Duty house parties. The rumour mill has been in over drive ever since Road to the Gold closed on the image of a deserving champion triumphing over a corporate jackass, not that I really had an opportunity to see it. So, I’m going to do us all a favour and put an end to all of the conjecture.
So did I, Roberto Verona, squash Leonard’s face into that desk like a watermelon?
I would do many things to get rid of Leonard Fox, but I wouldn’t do that.
Predictably the fingers have been pointing from the moment they found a pulse on the wrinkly old tyrant, but amongst the over-eagerness to pin the blame solely on me people have once again failed to engage their brains and sit down for a cup of coffee with logic. Granted, I know the immediate reaction most people around here have towards subjects involving myself is to instantly turn off mentally and ramble incessantly in my general direction but you’ve proved to be far dumber than I ever gave you…erm, credit, for.
Let me make this real easy for you amateur detectives out there. When Leonard Fox was getting his face re-arranged with an oak desk I was getting my head stapled back together in the back of an ambulance, you can thank Leonard for that. You can debate the legitimacy of my claim all you like but the fact is two paramedics, a Hispanic Ambulance driver, one Harvard-bred doctor and a Portuguese janitor called Pedro can vouch for my movements from the arena to the local hospital. Well, them and the entire NCW medical staff and half of the road crew backstage.
I know, I know, conspiracy theories are real fun and the easiest conclusion to jump to when Fox finally gets his comeuppance is that the guy who’s been highlighting his complete inability to run a company fairly is the one who took him out, but frankly I am a little offended by the assertion. Smacking old men’s face into desks when nobody is looking just isn’t my style.
If I wanted to beat the crap out of Leonard Fox, I’d do it where everybody could see me do it. I’ll be damned if I left him in a pool of blood so some other chump could get all the credit.
The fact is that maybe, just maybe, somebody has finally realised that everything I have been saying is 100% true. This company is rotting under the rule of Leonard Fox, those who truly deserve their chances in the limelight have to jump over numerous hurdles before they’re even considered whilst corporate favourites get chance after chance after chance.
I look forward already to the nauseating live coverage of the wedding of Steven and Crystal.
Granted, my message was never to go out and commit attempted murder, but I was never the only man in this company who had enough of the way Fox runs things around here. When I found out what had happened I wasn’t surprised, Leonard’s made more enemies in this business than Crystal has provided happy endings and frankly it was only a matter of time before somebody took the wrinkled old asshole out. I may be the most obvious candidate, after all we all like to have somebody ease to blame, but there are countless people both and inside and outside of this company who would shed few tears if Leonard Fox dropped dead tomorrow.
So whilst men like the Ace, and I lose that term loosely, are content with blaming me for literally every single thing imaginable perhaps it is time for people to start utilising the gift God gave them between their ears.
Whilst I have literally countless reasons to take out Fox, I am also perhaps the most useful scapegoat imaginable to anybody cunning enough to get in to his office undetected and back out again without even making a sound. Anybody with a grudge with any semblance of IQ higher than a fish’s would not pass up the opportunity to stage an elaborate assault on the old bastard only moments after he enabled Conway’s little beat down in the centre of that ring.
It was perfect, he helped Ace smash my belt over my skull and spill my blood all across the canvas and then 20 minutes later Fox is found is a pool of his own haemoglobin.
Almost too perfect.
Probe a little deeper and you’ll realise that it is all far too convenient to have all of the blame pinned on me. It is easy to suggest I either did the deed myself or had somebody else do it for me, but it is far harder to accept that maybe the obvious candidate is in fact the last guy you should be accusing.
I have been preaching about change since the moment I arrived here and I stand by my rhetoric. NCW would be better off without Leonard Fox and his Board of Directors and I will do everything in my power to topple the tyrant from his perch, his current health crisis doesn’t change that. However, making some sort of statement by sneaking into his office during the hectic chaos of a pay-per-view and ramming his face into his desk just isn’t the way I will bring about my revolution.
I have done many things in my career that are hardly worth bragging about, but I am not the sort of man to sink as low as whoever took out Leonard Fox in the fashion that they did. I want Fox gone and everybody associated to him so I can change NCW for the better, but even I won’t revel in his vegetative state. My mission doesn’t stop, there are still plenty of people in this company who continue to corrupt NCW beyond repair who have been working under Fox since day one.
Blame the boogie man all you like, but at some point it is time to grow up and stop relying on monsters to solve all of your problems.
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Jessica lays on her back, her chest heaving as she exhales heavily whilst slapping the mat in frustration. She grasps her hair tightly whilst looking up at the ceiling before suddenly rolling quickly under the bottom rope. Roberto shakes his head and gets up from the bench he was sitting on before heading over to the brunette who begins to punch the side of the apron in frustration. As Roberto approaches she suddenly turns around and yells sharply towards him.
Jessica Reed : He’s a jerk!
Roberto Verona : I know.
Jessica blows out her cheeks in a huff, pausing briefly before placing her hands on her hips and continuing.
Jessica Reed : Why didn’t you tell me what he was like if you knew all along?
Roberto Verona : Because I said I’d help find you a good trainer, and that is exactly what I did. I never said he was nice.
Jessica Reed : He said my lack of breasts would help with the more agile manoeuvres!
Roberto laughs, quickly met with a scowl from Jessica.
Jessica Reed : It’s not funny!
Roberto Verona : Yes it is.
Jessica Reed : Argh!
Roberto Verona : Oh lighten up, you’re going to have to grow thicker skin if you want to get into this business.
Jessica Reed : So he’s just preparing me for hecklers?
Roberto Verona : No, he is just a jerk. That and he was merely pointing out how aerodynamic you are.
Jessica opens her mouth but is cut off by the arrival of Hannah.
Hannah Reed : So how’d it go?
Before she gets a response Jessica storms past her in a huff as the pair watches her exit into the locker room.
Hannah Reed : That well huh?
Roberto Verona : When she wasn’t making those funny angry squealing noises she wasn’t too bad.
Hannah Reed : What noises?
Roberto Verona : The same ones you make when your angr….I mean, nothing.
Hannah Reed : Charming.
Roberto Verona : She’s got a long way to go but if it keeps her quiet and out of my house then I’m all for it.
Hannah Reed : You’re such a giving person, aren’t you?
Roberto Verona : Naturally, didn’t you see me let Ace touch my belt at the pay-per-view?
Hannah Reed : Yeah….”let”. Listen, with the whole Fox thing going on I will be returning with you at Collision. I don’t want you getting cornered by Gib and badgered by their legal department.
Roberto Verona : If you must, but I’m not stupid enough to admit something I haven’t done.
Hannah Reed : Perhaps, but you’ve got a target on your back Roberto. Let me deal with the legal eagles, you can concentrate on getting back in the ring. Just be careful, you were wounded pretty badly last time.
Roberto Verona : Yes ma’am.
Roberto salutes mockingly as Jessica emerges from the locker room, Hannah and Roberto quickly walk after her as she storms out into the parking lot, a few eager eyes following her along her journey.
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Gjen…Jenn…ugh, forget it.
Congratulations on your big win over the X-Champ….oh wait, that’s right you only won it after Fox forced Xander to drop the belt. Well, I guess that makes you a super credible champion….
Snigger
Listen, I have absolute no desire to share a corner with you this weekend but the monkeys in the booking committee have decided that once again they need to shove me in a team with a total jackass to facilitate excitement in my upcoming match with Ricky Johnson.
Yawn
So then Ricky, it seems that you and me are going to go at it again, only this time there will be something meaningful on the line. Only, from listening to you in the build up to an inevitable victory over Jimmy Zane you aren’t in the slightest bit interested in my National Title. Which begs the question….
Where the hell do they pick you guys?
Whether I respect you as a competitor or not Ricky, I have absolutely zero interest in defending this belt against people who just don’t care about capturing it. We’re going to do this whole back and forth nonsense up until the end of the month and for what? Some half-hearted bout where the challenger doesn’t event give a crap about winning the prize?
Having said that, it could be worse.
I could have been fighting Jimmy Zane.
You and I both know I respect you as a competitor Ricky, but the fact is that if we are going to do this whole charade I will have no qualms about beating the crap out of you, just like last time. I have never put sentiments before business and this will be no different, if you’re the next guy to get a shot at my National Title I will do exactly what I did to Alex Jones, Chris Gardner and Jake Conway.
Whatever it takes to retain my belt.
I am in no mood to drop this belt any time soon, and certainly not to somebody who couldn’t give a damn about what it represents because he is too obsessed with capturing the World Championship. The fact is Ricky you screwed up, you had your chance and you blew it. Now it is time for somebody else to have a go and it is about time you climbed down off of your high horse and realised that right now, you’re time chasing that “big one” is over.
That isn’t to say you won’t be back fighting “on the biggest stage for the biggest prize” at some point in your career Ricky, but it is time to accept that you blew your chance this time. At least you got one though, I wasn’t event given the chance to step on the Road to the Gold, instead I had to deal with Fox’s lapdog Conway and his repeated attempts to mean something in 2011.
Oh, by the way congratulations on being relevant again Jake…oh…wait.
When you and me inevitably meet at Breaking Away Ricky, I expect you to have realised that whilst you may not want to be National Champion, fighting a man like me and testing yourself against somebody who is actually worth a damn around this place is the best way to get yourself back where you want to be. Whether people want to give me opponents who are worthy of this belt or not, I am the fastest rising star in this company and it is only a matter of time before I am moving on up into that realm you’re so desperate to return to.
You already know what I am capable of Ricky, and just because this match means very little in the long run it doesn’t mean I am not going to walk down to that ring and do what I do every week and that is perform to a level most guys around here wish they could reach. Whether I pin you or Trent, I really don’t care but I am determined to win this week just like any other. I will prove once again why I am the National Champion and just why this belt means so much more than you have given it credit for.
This is the stepping stone to the World Championship and if you somehow do manage to relieve me of it, I have no intention of making steps in any direction but forwards.
As for you Trent….I’m really not sure what people expect me to say about you. Granted, I fully expect some sort of promo that wouldn’t look out of place in Salvadore Dali’s mind where you “tear me a new one” in your own…unique… way but I really couldn’t care less. You’ve dedicated your entire return to chasing some dream to be a member of a Hall of Fame that contains Steve Awesome.
Steve Awesome.
Seriously, if Steve Awesome is in the hall of fame Trent you really just need to show up next year to get in, they’re clearly letting anybody in these days. Then again, if you’re not even a member after all these years and Steve is what does that say about your career? Outside of all the money you’ve accumulated and the tall objects you’ve jumped off of what have you really achieved?
Sure, you’re a former World Champion, X-Champion and a two time Tag Team Champion but since 2008 you’ve won absolutely nothing, yet here you are bleating on about how you “deserve” to be in the Hall of Fame? Here’s a newsflash Trent, you don’t bring it for a year and then stink out the joint for the next three and somehow earn yourself a spot in what is meant to be the permanent memorial to men who have “done it all” in this company.
Maybe if you actually concentrated on making a name for yourself, instead of off the back of others hard work, you’d find yourself a more obvious candidate for the “illustrious” group you so eagerly wish to join. Beating up retired “stars” like Lance Ryan from behind will get you no closer to the prize you cherish so much Helms, if anything it just showcases to the world why you don’t deserve anything.
So, if you can bear to be amongst us mere mortals this week Trent I look forward to you showing me why you deserve this Hall of Fame spot you’re so obsessed with but between you and me, I really don’t see anything in your past, present or future to suggest that you’ve got anything to give.
But hey, if you wait a few years I’ll be sure to recommend your admission when I make my speech.
Viva La Révolution.