Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2011 19:19:51 GMT -6
What do I fight for?
Is it the Young Guns?
Shakes head.
Is it to stroke my own ego?
Shakes head.
Is it to chase an ill-conceived vision, warped by a delusional sense of grandeur and superiority?
Shakes head.
It is for those who have nobody else left to fight for them. It is for the weak, the disenfranchised and the abused.
I fight for the man who cannot afford new clothes for their families.
I fight for the woman who is objectified and abused on a daily basis.
I fight for those who are **** on day in, day out, by a corporate dictatorship which values a person by their material wealth rather than their character.
Despite how hard it is for everybody to understand, I’m doing everything for those who deserve better. I’m consistently painted as the “bad guy”, the stereotypical superhero movie villain whose dastardly actions are designed to screw the majority and benefit the minority. When I walk out from behind that curtain all I hear is a shower of vitriol and waves of hatred because I’m the one who will do anything to achieve my goals, because that is the only way to succeed.
Am I just in this business for those I aim to serve? I’d be a liar if I stated that I do all of this for men and women I will never meet and will possibly never appreciate me. I am not perfect; I have my own professional ambitions that I will always selfishly cling to, but I know that through my own personal advancement I can better enact the changes that need to be made and represent those who ultimately I do all this for.
Don’t get me wrong here Xander, I don’t crave the adoration of the masses. I don’t dream of the day they chant my name because I know that to accomplish my goals I must do things that the audience finds unpalatable. I don’t hope for their undying love because I know that to do so is to fall into a trap of self-indulgence and false pride. I know that I’ll never be the hero and that suits me just fine.
I do what I do because I know that it’s right. I know that this company is corrupt, I know that to make things better it must be forced to change. Do I think it’ll be easy?
Hell no.
Nothing in this life that is worth fighting for is easy; to achieve great things a man must fight through adversity to accomplish his goals. I know that I’m doing this for the right reasons, regardless of what my opponents may try and lead people to believe every single week with their laughable rants about the length of my prose whilst delighting us all with an abundance of penis jokes and delusional boasts that hardly enjoy their own short running-time. I know that I’m doing this for those who can’t protect themselves, those who don’t realise they’re being abused and those who have been exploited.
Some may call it delusional, but it’s because they fear change. Whether it is because they lack faith in the just course of my path, fearing the potential outcomes of the ensuing chaos and the risk of being consumed by it or because they’re just a part of the problem and are living in denial to protect themselves, they run their mouths out of fear of the unknown.
I do what I do because nobody else will. I fight because if I don’t nobody else will.
I’m the future, because I am bourn of a past and a present that have made me a necessity.
The nights sky is filled with the glow of an abundance of stars, twinkling calmly in the great void what wraps itself across the Boston skyline. The moon glows brightly onto the bustling streets as taxis ferry party-goers to and from the various nightclubs that litter the city as young couples walk arm in arm along the quiet sidewalks away from the commotion of the vibrant nightlife. The sound of trains rattling along the tracks echoes through the cool air as Roberto Verona stands silently on the balcony of his hotel room, an apparent calm washed across his face. The wind blows his hair to and fro as his eyes dart around his skull monitoring the city below, yet his body remains still even as Hannah rushes back and forth behind him. She brushes her own hair from in front of her face before joining Roberto on the balcony, staring into the sky.
Hannah Reed : Do you think anybody is watching us from up there?
Hannah quizzes, a shiver running down her spine as the cool breeze wraps around her exposed arms and down the back of her dress. Roberto barely stirs, simply staring upwards as only his lips move.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but I doubt they care too much for what goes on down here.
Hannah Reed : I thought you had faith?
Roberto Verona : I still do, I just don’t rely on a supernatural force to make a difference. It is foolish to expect an omnipotent being to do everything for us whether he exists or not.
Hannah Reed : Maybe, though it doesn’t hurt to have some sort of comfort, I guess feeling like we have somebody watching over us suffices.
Roberto remains silent before turning his head to look at his companion.
Roberto Verona : Are we going to stand here all night discussing theology or are you going to ask me what it is you really want to ask?
Hannah smiles, bowing her head for a moment before raising it again.
Hannah Reed : Are you frightened Roberto?
Roberto Verona : Of Xander? No.
Hannah Reed : No, of losing your belt.
Roberto smiles, turning to look behind himself for a moment at the X-Championship laying on his bed.
Roberto Verona : No, I’ve no fears of losing it. I won’t deny that it has felt validating to have some gold wrapped around my waist but in the end, it is just another means at gaining a voice and regardless of whether I win on Sunday, I won’t be silenced. No…I am content.
Hannah Reed : Well, that is good I suppose.
Roberto Verona : Don’t get me wrong Hannah, I don’t plan on being a former champion come Monday morning regardless of whether people think I will be. I’m just not going to get lost inside this idea that without this belt, all I have achieved will have been for nothing.
Hannah places her head on his arm.
Hannah Reed : Well, if it helps I believe in you.
Roberto laughs.
Roberto Verona : Somebody has to. If I do all the believing by myself I’ll just be accused of being even more pompous.
Hannah Reed : As long as you believe in yourself, that is all that matters.
Roberto Verona : Exactly. God forbid if I ever become like half the guys who are crushed when Kelly Knite doesn’t back them midweek.
Hannah smiles politely, clutching his arm a little tighter.
Hannah Reed : Just be careful out there Roberto.
Roberto Verona : I can’t promise you anything there blondie. This match could require measures that exceed the….”safe” methods. I know that I will have to break Xander if I want to stop him, he won’t give in if I don’t.
Hannah begins to frown, but Roberto continues.
Roberto Verona : But he will have to break me if he wants this belt, Hannah. He is going to have to beat me until I cannot get up; he is going to have to put me down harder than any other person has ever done. He will have to walk through hell itself before he can put me away and I know he doesn’t expect any less. At the end of the day, neither of us will be the same after this.
Hannah fakes a smile out of courtesy, worry beginning to run wild in her mind as the fear grips her heart. Roberto stares back up, a look of determination spread across his face as the pair stand silently together.
In the interests of this on-going exchanges of honesty we have got going on here Xander, can I be really brutally honest with you?
Is it really wise to be taking advice on how to beat me from a man who couldn’t pin me down for three seconds if I was in a coma? Taking the word of a man who “knows the age old secret” yet has failed on three occasions to put it into practice is pretty naïve. Seriously, you’d be better off asking Hexx for tips on defeating me than a man whose inept failures is the reason we’re where we are today. I always knew he had a use for something….
I’m glad to see you’re so dedicated to scouting out all my little intricacies to ensure that you know everything that is coming your way; the only problem is that it’ll only work to a certain degree.
You said it yourself I’m able to “capitalise on any instant, turn any moment into a victory and each movement that is precise into a victory”. Whether you think I’m predictable out of the ring, it doesn’t paper over the fact that inside it I’m completely unpredictable. You may think you know what to expect, but you can guarantee that I’m not stupid enough to play up to those expectations. It is why I am so talented inside that squared circle and it’s why I was able to capture this belt in the first place.
I know you think you’ve unlocked my Achilles heel Xander, and I won’t deny that on occasions I’ve let my anger get the better of me, but if you’re relying on me losing it, then perhaps you’re placing all of your eggs in one basket and praying to the wrong prophets. If you genuinely believe that all you need to do is keep throwing yourself into my attacks until I crack then you will be sorely disappointed when you wake up on Monday.
What makes me so deadly is that I can read my opponent. I learn what to expect and how to react because no one man is the same and I evolve my approach to accommodate for this. I never do the same thing twice because I know that it will lead to my own downfall. I constantly change because the only way to be the best is to learn to adapt to your situation and to think on your feet.
Whether the Young Guns believe in me or not doesn’t faze me Xander. The fact is that this weekend I know that everybody expects me to drop this title to you as you enjoy the first step on your course to dominance. Nobody thinks I can do it because nobody wants to consider what will happen if I do succeed in defending this belt against you. Nobody wants to discuss what it will mean for NCW if I somehow walk out of Picture Perfect as champion with a victory over you under my belt.
Leonard hedged all his bets on Falcon beating me, now everybody else is praying that you do. You have a chance Xander, perhaps you will prove to me why you should be one of the only men I respect in this company, perhaps you’ll show me you do genuinely care for the people you claim to serve unlike the rest of the locker room. I know you’re one of the best and I know that you’ll give me hell.
I know that when this weekend is through we’ll have both endured unimaginable pain and suffering and perhaps there truly won’t be a “loser” in our match, or a “winner” either. I know that if I beat you I’ll have perhaps achieved the biggest win of my career, surpassing even my triumph over Falcon. I know that the odds are stacked against me, despite being the defending the champion.
But it is because of this adversity that I’ll not give in and it what will fuel me to do everything in my power to keep you from beating me. I’ll give you everything I’ve got and regardless of what the result may be I will hold my head up high and leave that ring with my pride and dignity intact. This’ll be a bout neither of us forget and one that will do neither of us any harm professionally, despite the inherent physical risks.
I will do all of this not because of the Young Guns and some petty squabbles, not because I’m desperate to win at all costs and not because I cannot stomach losing my championship.
I will do it because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t deserve to be in that ring at all.
Viva La Révolution
Is it the Young Guns?
Shakes head.
Is it to stroke my own ego?
Shakes head.
Is it to chase an ill-conceived vision, warped by a delusional sense of grandeur and superiority?
Shakes head.
It is for those who have nobody else left to fight for them. It is for the weak, the disenfranchised and the abused.
I fight for the man who cannot afford new clothes for their families.
I fight for the woman who is objectified and abused on a daily basis.
I fight for those who are **** on day in, day out, by a corporate dictatorship which values a person by their material wealth rather than their character.
Despite how hard it is for everybody to understand, I’m doing everything for those who deserve better. I’m consistently painted as the “bad guy”, the stereotypical superhero movie villain whose dastardly actions are designed to screw the majority and benefit the minority. When I walk out from behind that curtain all I hear is a shower of vitriol and waves of hatred because I’m the one who will do anything to achieve my goals, because that is the only way to succeed.
Am I just in this business for those I aim to serve? I’d be a liar if I stated that I do all of this for men and women I will never meet and will possibly never appreciate me. I am not perfect; I have my own professional ambitions that I will always selfishly cling to, but I know that through my own personal advancement I can better enact the changes that need to be made and represent those who ultimately I do all this for.
Don’t get me wrong here Xander, I don’t crave the adoration of the masses. I don’t dream of the day they chant my name because I know that to accomplish my goals I must do things that the audience finds unpalatable. I don’t hope for their undying love because I know that to do so is to fall into a trap of self-indulgence and false pride. I know that I’ll never be the hero and that suits me just fine.
I do what I do because I know that it’s right. I know that this company is corrupt, I know that to make things better it must be forced to change. Do I think it’ll be easy?
Hell no.
Nothing in this life that is worth fighting for is easy; to achieve great things a man must fight through adversity to accomplish his goals. I know that I’m doing this for the right reasons, regardless of what my opponents may try and lead people to believe every single week with their laughable rants about the length of my prose whilst delighting us all with an abundance of penis jokes and delusional boasts that hardly enjoy their own short running-time. I know that I’m doing this for those who can’t protect themselves, those who don’t realise they’re being abused and those who have been exploited.
Some may call it delusional, but it’s because they fear change. Whether it is because they lack faith in the just course of my path, fearing the potential outcomes of the ensuing chaos and the risk of being consumed by it or because they’re just a part of the problem and are living in denial to protect themselves, they run their mouths out of fear of the unknown.
I do what I do because nobody else will. I fight because if I don’t nobody else will.
I’m the future, because I am bourn of a past and a present that have made me a necessity.
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The nights sky is filled with the glow of an abundance of stars, twinkling calmly in the great void what wraps itself across the Boston skyline. The moon glows brightly onto the bustling streets as taxis ferry party-goers to and from the various nightclubs that litter the city as young couples walk arm in arm along the quiet sidewalks away from the commotion of the vibrant nightlife. The sound of trains rattling along the tracks echoes through the cool air as Roberto Verona stands silently on the balcony of his hotel room, an apparent calm washed across his face. The wind blows his hair to and fro as his eyes dart around his skull monitoring the city below, yet his body remains still even as Hannah rushes back and forth behind him. She brushes her own hair from in front of her face before joining Roberto on the balcony, staring into the sky.
Hannah Reed : Do you think anybody is watching us from up there?
Hannah quizzes, a shiver running down her spine as the cool breeze wraps around her exposed arms and down the back of her dress. Roberto barely stirs, simply staring upwards as only his lips move.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but I doubt they care too much for what goes on down here.
Hannah Reed : I thought you had faith?
Roberto Verona : I still do, I just don’t rely on a supernatural force to make a difference. It is foolish to expect an omnipotent being to do everything for us whether he exists or not.
Hannah Reed : Maybe, though it doesn’t hurt to have some sort of comfort, I guess feeling like we have somebody watching over us suffices.
Roberto remains silent before turning his head to look at his companion.
Roberto Verona : Are we going to stand here all night discussing theology or are you going to ask me what it is you really want to ask?
Hannah smiles, bowing her head for a moment before raising it again.
Hannah Reed : Are you frightened Roberto?
Roberto Verona : Of Xander? No.
Hannah Reed : No, of losing your belt.
Roberto smiles, turning to look behind himself for a moment at the X-Championship laying on his bed.
Roberto Verona : No, I’ve no fears of losing it. I won’t deny that it has felt validating to have some gold wrapped around my waist but in the end, it is just another means at gaining a voice and regardless of whether I win on Sunday, I won’t be silenced. No…I am content.
Hannah Reed : Well, that is good I suppose.
Roberto Verona : Don’t get me wrong Hannah, I don’t plan on being a former champion come Monday morning regardless of whether people think I will be. I’m just not going to get lost inside this idea that without this belt, all I have achieved will have been for nothing.
Hannah places her head on his arm.
Hannah Reed : Well, if it helps I believe in you.
Roberto laughs.
Roberto Verona : Somebody has to. If I do all the believing by myself I’ll just be accused of being even more pompous.
Hannah Reed : As long as you believe in yourself, that is all that matters.
Roberto Verona : Exactly. God forbid if I ever become like half the guys who are crushed when Kelly Knite doesn’t back them midweek.
Hannah smiles politely, clutching his arm a little tighter.
Hannah Reed : Just be careful out there Roberto.
Roberto Verona : I can’t promise you anything there blondie. This match could require measures that exceed the….”safe” methods. I know that I will have to break Xander if I want to stop him, he won’t give in if I don’t.
Hannah begins to frown, but Roberto continues.
Roberto Verona : But he will have to break me if he wants this belt, Hannah. He is going to have to beat me until I cannot get up; he is going to have to put me down harder than any other person has ever done. He will have to walk through hell itself before he can put me away and I know he doesn’t expect any less. At the end of the day, neither of us will be the same after this.
Hannah fakes a smile out of courtesy, worry beginning to run wild in her mind as the fear grips her heart. Roberto stares back up, a look of determination spread across his face as the pair stand silently together.
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In the interests of this on-going exchanges of honesty we have got going on here Xander, can I be really brutally honest with you?
Is it really wise to be taking advice on how to beat me from a man who couldn’t pin me down for three seconds if I was in a coma? Taking the word of a man who “knows the age old secret” yet has failed on three occasions to put it into practice is pretty naïve. Seriously, you’d be better off asking Hexx for tips on defeating me than a man whose inept failures is the reason we’re where we are today. I always knew he had a use for something….
I’m glad to see you’re so dedicated to scouting out all my little intricacies to ensure that you know everything that is coming your way; the only problem is that it’ll only work to a certain degree.
You said it yourself I’m able to “capitalise on any instant, turn any moment into a victory and each movement that is precise into a victory”. Whether you think I’m predictable out of the ring, it doesn’t paper over the fact that inside it I’m completely unpredictable. You may think you know what to expect, but you can guarantee that I’m not stupid enough to play up to those expectations. It is why I am so talented inside that squared circle and it’s why I was able to capture this belt in the first place.
I know you think you’ve unlocked my Achilles heel Xander, and I won’t deny that on occasions I’ve let my anger get the better of me, but if you’re relying on me losing it, then perhaps you’re placing all of your eggs in one basket and praying to the wrong prophets. If you genuinely believe that all you need to do is keep throwing yourself into my attacks until I crack then you will be sorely disappointed when you wake up on Monday.
What makes me so deadly is that I can read my opponent. I learn what to expect and how to react because no one man is the same and I evolve my approach to accommodate for this. I never do the same thing twice because I know that it will lead to my own downfall. I constantly change because the only way to be the best is to learn to adapt to your situation and to think on your feet.
Whether the Young Guns believe in me or not doesn’t faze me Xander. The fact is that this weekend I know that everybody expects me to drop this title to you as you enjoy the first step on your course to dominance. Nobody thinks I can do it because nobody wants to consider what will happen if I do succeed in defending this belt against you. Nobody wants to discuss what it will mean for NCW if I somehow walk out of Picture Perfect as champion with a victory over you under my belt.
Leonard hedged all his bets on Falcon beating me, now everybody else is praying that you do. You have a chance Xander, perhaps you will prove to me why you should be one of the only men I respect in this company, perhaps you’ll show me you do genuinely care for the people you claim to serve unlike the rest of the locker room. I know you’re one of the best and I know that you’ll give me hell.
I know that when this weekend is through we’ll have both endured unimaginable pain and suffering and perhaps there truly won’t be a “loser” in our match, or a “winner” either. I know that if I beat you I’ll have perhaps achieved the biggest win of my career, surpassing even my triumph over Falcon. I know that the odds are stacked against me, despite being the defending the champion.
But it is because of this adversity that I’ll not give in and it what will fuel me to do everything in my power to keep you from beating me. I’ll give you everything I’ve got and regardless of what the result may be I will hold my head up high and leave that ring with my pride and dignity intact. This’ll be a bout neither of us forget and one that will do neither of us any harm professionally, despite the inherent physical risks.
I will do all of this not because of the Young Guns and some petty squabbles, not because I’m desperate to win at all costs and not because I cannot stomach losing my championship.
I will do it because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t deserve to be in that ring at all.
Viva La Révolution