Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2011 18:27:30 GMT -6
Rage.
Melancholy.
Delirium.
Oddly enough Conway I’m capable of an array of emotions that stretch beyond pure anger, happiness and upset. Sometimes I can be mildly agitated, then I get a little indifferent and then I watch you blabber on and get suicidal.
For a man with a Doctorate in Biology you seem to be awfully obsessed with my psychology Jake, although once again you don’t have all the answers.
Shock. Horror.
Contrary to well….your beliefs, I haven’t swung along on a bi-polar pendulum from defiant protection to pure rage to indifference. I am still going to kick your teeth down your throat what you did to Venom and I’m still going to wipe the smile off your face for jumping me two weeks ago. All that has changed Jake is that I have been allotted a time, date and a location to do it. There is no longer a need to vent my “Italian Passion” on screen to force the booking committee’s hand, any anger I have bottled up inside me is far better suited to being kept on ice.
I wouldn’t want to waste any of it before I get to wrap my hands around your neck this Sunday.
Whilst I needn’t express my anger every time I have a camera in front of me Jake you can sleep easier knowing I’m still pissed off about you snapping Venom’s leg and I’m still pissed off about you jumping me two weeks ago. If that fulfils some sick psychological urge for you then please, enjoy. Although it would appear to me that perhaps you’re getting your perverted little kicks elsewhere this week…
Listen, I know you really want to see my blow a gasket Ace, to show off all of the hard work you’ve done over the past two weeks but unfortunately for you, I have got what I wanted now and screaming bloody murder for the remainder of the week will not change the fact that I get to kick you in the face on Sunday. You can’t run and you can’t hide, I have no need to “hulk out” for your amusement because it will achieve nothing.
I called you out for what you did to Venom and I will still repay the debt you placed on his shoulders Jake, regardless of whether I believe his career defines me or I am in actual fact a superior talent to him. None of it paints over the fact that I will gladly snap your leg just like snapped his if the opportunity presents itself, I’m just not going to waste my time giving you exactly what you want by becoming overly emotional about my fallen mentor.
What seemingly just cannot get your head around Conway is the idea that this is more than just revenge for Venom. You merely started this little charade when you snapped his leg, that I will not deny, but you escalated it with your actions afterwards. We could have done the whole “lovable hero avenged by furious disciple” if you had just run your mouth and left it at that, but instead you decided to take this beyond mere revenge for a retired friend. You got yourself involved with a much bigger picture.
Let me paint it for you.
This went to a whole other level when you decided to sell your soul to the devil incarnate and to embark on this little…warpath of yours. You made this about more than just Venom’s knee when you decided that it was your right to go around injuring fellow colleagues under the protection and tutelage of the only man who has free reign over this company. The moment you made your little pact with Leonard and gained carte blanche to do whatever the hell you like in exchange for my head was when I realised that this is much bigger than you injuring Venom.
Employers who are happy to just throw money at any problem are ten a penny, but one who is happy to turn a blind eye on dangerous work practices because the perpetrator just so happens to be taking care of an outspoken member of staff he cares little for are…rare.
Of course, you won’t care Ace. You get to run around NCW snapping injured superstars limbs, putting newcomers into a concussed state and sliming your way into title matches for jumping in Fox’s back pocket. Leonard ’s corruption is beneficial for men like you, whilst he turns away and occupies himself with the pursuit of yet another few dollars you can end men’s career all in the name of shutting up those dissenters who dare speak out against the unacceptable status quo.
You thrive under his chaos.
However, just because Leonard Fox’s moral compass is completely incapable of pointing in the right direction doesn’t mean that you have the right to get away with murder. You can wave all the doctorates you want, it doesn’t change the fact that you are nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing, purporting to be some kind of intellectual saint whose disciples have betrayed him.
Boo hoo, the fans don’t like you.
Get over it.
You’ve spent the past three weeks picking off the weak and removing those who nobody will notice is gone but now it is time for you to earn your blood money Conway. You’ve jumped me from behind and distracted me for long enough, now is the time for you to step up like a man and look me in the eyes. Nobody, not even Leonard Fox, can help you out there at the Road to the Gold on Sunday. If they do, you will win nothing and I will come back from any beating you have the power to deliver.
You can keep telling me and anybody else who will listen how talented you are, but now is the time to prove it. You’ve done nothing but play the card of a coward for the past two weeks and you’ve shone like a beacon of the morally corrupt. You can take me out when I have my back turned Conway, but if you really think I’ll be that easy when you have my full attention you’re living in a dream world, if you aren’t already.
It’s time to prove to the world that you’ve still got what it takes Conway.
Send Leonard my best regards.
A calming silence descends upon the room as Roberto and Hannah sit opposite one another in two loungers, Hannah’s feet dangling delicately as the pair share a bottle of wine. Two plates lay strewn across a nearby table, accompanied by a trail of bread crumbs and a small selection of cheeses, a knife sticking proudly out of a small block towards the ceiling. Hannah pauses for a moment, looking over Roberto’s should at her sister before turning back to him causing Verona to look up.
Hannah Reed : Thanks for letting her stay.
Roberto Verona : I didn’t really have a choice.
Hannah Reed : I know….but thanks all the same.
Roberto sighs, looking over his shoulder at Jessica as she slouches in a chair, her hair twirled around her finger and a magazine draped across her raised leg.
Roberto Verona : You know, I meant it when I said three days. I’ve got to concentrate on this weekend, there is a lot at stake.
Hannah Reed : She’ll be gone, I swear.
Roberto Verona : Good. So what has she done this time?
Hannah Reed : Huh?
Roberto Verona : Why is she here?
Hannah Reed : Oh. Her and Dad had a big fight over some boy, you know the types she brings back.
Roberto Verona : I also know the type you brought back, he should be beyond shock now.
Hannah slaps Verona hard on the arm, although he enjoys a private chuckle to himself regardless.
Hannah Reed : Maybe I should talk to her?
Roberto Verona And tell her what? Don’t do what I did? She just wants attention Hannah, why do you think she stormed over here?
Hannah Reed : I guess.
Roberto Verona : So let her strop. She needs to learn to grow up, she’s not a kid anymore and she can’t expect big sis to fix all of her problems for her. She has to sort out her own mistakes.
Hannah Reed : What if she doesn’t?
Roberto Verona : Then I am relocating.
Hannah tries to hold back a smile but eventually has to concede, rolling her eyes in the process.
Hannah Reed : Very funny. Listen, if she’s in town for a few days I won’t be able to prepare for this weekend. Will you need me?
Roberto Verona : I’ve coped without your before Hannah. Besides, perhaps it is for the best that I go out there alone this weekend…
Hannah Reed : Perhaps you’re right. I don’t really want to test how low Conway will sink to get under your skin.
Roberto Verona : I actually meant you might not want to watch what I do to him…
Hannah lets out a small laugh, playfully patting Verona on the shoulder whilst shaking her head, the long blonde locks swaying to and fro.
Hannah Reed : Of course.
Roberto Verona : I need to make a few calls, why don’t you too have a bit of time together. Don’t worry about Sunday.
Roberto lifts himself up before nodding politely towards Hannah, leaving her alone in silence with Jessica. Taking a quick gulp she prepares herself as she stands and approaches her sister.
Nobody cares that I am National Champion?
Yet they’re hyping me up for being National Champion?
Which one is it Conway, make up your mind. Either I don’t matter and nobody cares, or people are putting way too much hype behind my reign. I can’t be over-hyped by nobody, well not in the real world which you seemingly drift further and further away with each passing moment.
Or is it that NCW is over-hyping my title reign? The same company run by the man who is paying you to knock the crap out of me? Yeah, they have so many reasons to blow my trumpet….
You ask what I have done with it, but then you said it yourself. I’ve defended it. What exactly do you want me to do with it? Take it out to dinner? Adopt it? So the Road to the Gold tournament has overshadowed the National Title somewhat, have you failed to notice that for three weeks of that very tournament I’ve been pre-occupied with you. Or are you admitting you don’t matter?
Perhaps, for once, we agree on something.
I will defend this belt against any challenger. Despite the fact that you’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve a title shot, I will still walk down to that ring and fulfil my obligations because that is what champions do. We fight those who wish to challenge us and we defend our titles. Now, if Fox just wants to throw washed up vagrants like you at me and a pre-occupied Alex Jones then so be it, I don’t pick and choose my opponents, I get given them.
But let me guess, just nobody wants to fight me right? Because I don’t matter, yada yada yada….
Yawn.
Don’t talk **** Jake, you want this belt, you took money to get a shot at it. You took money to get a shot at me. If the National Title didn’t matter you’d not be concerning yourself with me. Whether I matter or not, this belt still does and if I’m really just this big pushover who will drop this belt like Crystal Hilton drops her family for a good set of abs then surely there’d by guys left right and centre flinging themselves at me to “restore its former glories”?
Let’s cut the crap Conway, this belt matters enough for you to “waste your time” chasing it otherwise we wouldn’t need to make this little dance a title match. The reason NCW hypes me is because I am worth talking about, I cause interest and a stir the pot. Sure, I wouldn’t go quite as far as stating I have a vice-like grip on this belt or anything that dramatic, but then I don’t write the previews do I? And it isn’t just them, plenty of the roster witter on about me incessantly.
But who the hell talks about you?
Silence.
No seriously, besides your opponents for the coming week and whichever “Starlet” you’re sticking it to on the side, who really mentions your name?
Nobody.
People talk about me independent of me mentioning their names, sure plenty of it is hardly in a positive light but for somebody nobody cares about I hear my name an awful lot. So why don’t I hear yours? Hell before you scuttled into the ring and took out Venom I barely had a reason to give a crap about you.
Face it Ace, as irrelevant as you want me to be I cannot compare to how irrelevant you are. You’ve just retired a legend and put another man into a temporary coma yet nobody gives a ****. Hell, you’re even a sideshow in your own match, this is billed as being about me and Leonard Fox, you’re just a bit part who took the bosses “bonus” to do his dirty work.
We are at a crossroads Jake and it just so happens our paths have happened to cross. I know where I am going, but do you? No matter how much you claim people don’t care about me, they still give less of a damn about you. What does that say about you? That you’re on the path to greatness and proving that you’re “the best”? Or that you’re just an after-thought? A relic clinging on to past glories?
It certainly doesn’t say “The Apex of Evolution”. You’ve evolved into somebody that doesn’t matter.
Congratulations.
The reason I don’t “respect your moniker” Conway is because it is a lie. You’re not the “apex” of anything and haven’t been since 2009, even then it was only for 35 days. The apex is the very peak, the top of the pile and yet here you are. Dossing about taking out Peter Parker and mumbling on about how irrelevant I am. If you were all you say you were you’d be occupying yourself with the so-called “bigger fish” and proving how relevant you are.
Instead you’re taking Rob Diamond’s sloppy seconds and having a pop at me for the second tier title. Sure, you’re the apex Ace, but not of anything worth being proud of. You have a much higher opinion of yourself that your actual station in this federation. Once this little episode is over, you’ll go back to picking on guys who actually are beneath you whether you’re National Champion or not and I will carry on pissing off the most important person in this entire company and advancing my career.
When you prove yourself to be more than a veteran reliving former glories at the expense of easy targets I might start to see you as more of a threat. Until then, I’ll just see you for what you are.
The Apex of a By-Gone Era.
A coward.
Viva La Révolution.
Melancholy.
Delirium.
Oddly enough Conway I’m capable of an array of emotions that stretch beyond pure anger, happiness and upset. Sometimes I can be mildly agitated, then I get a little indifferent and then I watch you blabber on and get suicidal.
For a man with a Doctorate in Biology you seem to be awfully obsessed with my psychology Jake, although once again you don’t have all the answers.
Shock. Horror.
Contrary to well….your beliefs, I haven’t swung along on a bi-polar pendulum from defiant protection to pure rage to indifference. I am still going to kick your teeth down your throat what you did to Venom and I’m still going to wipe the smile off your face for jumping me two weeks ago. All that has changed Jake is that I have been allotted a time, date and a location to do it. There is no longer a need to vent my “Italian Passion” on screen to force the booking committee’s hand, any anger I have bottled up inside me is far better suited to being kept on ice.
I wouldn’t want to waste any of it before I get to wrap my hands around your neck this Sunday.
Whilst I needn’t express my anger every time I have a camera in front of me Jake you can sleep easier knowing I’m still pissed off about you snapping Venom’s leg and I’m still pissed off about you jumping me two weeks ago. If that fulfils some sick psychological urge for you then please, enjoy. Although it would appear to me that perhaps you’re getting your perverted little kicks elsewhere this week…
Listen, I know you really want to see my blow a gasket Ace, to show off all of the hard work you’ve done over the past two weeks but unfortunately for you, I have got what I wanted now and screaming bloody murder for the remainder of the week will not change the fact that I get to kick you in the face on Sunday. You can’t run and you can’t hide, I have no need to “hulk out” for your amusement because it will achieve nothing.
I called you out for what you did to Venom and I will still repay the debt you placed on his shoulders Jake, regardless of whether I believe his career defines me or I am in actual fact a superior talent to him. None of it paints over the fact that I will gladly snap your leg just like snapped his if the opportunity presents itself, I’m just not going to waste my time giving you exactly what you want by becoming overly emotional about my fallen mentor.
What seemingly just cannot get your head around Conway is the idea that this is more than just revenge for Venom. You merely started this little charade when you snapped his leg, that I will not deny, but you escalated it with your actions afterwards. We could have done the whole “lovable hero avenged by furious disciple” if you had just run your mouth and left it at that, but instead you decided to take this beyond mere revenge for a retired friend. You got yourself involved with a much bigger picture.
Let me paint it for you.
This went to a whole other level when you decided to sell your soul to the devil incarnate and to embark on this little…warpath of yours. You made this about more than just Venom’s knee when you decided that it was your right to go around injuring fellow colleagues under the protection and tutelage of the only man who has free reign over this company. The moment you made your little pact with Leonard and gained carte blanche to do whatever the hell you like in exchange for my head was when I realised that this is much bigger than you injuring Venom.
Employers who are happy to just throw money at any problem are ten a penny, but one who is happy to turn a blind eye on dangerous work practices because the perpetrator just so happens to be taking care of an outspoken member of staff he cares little for are…rare.
Of course, you won’t care Ace. You get to run around NCW snapping injured superstars limbs, putting newcomers into a concussed state and sliming your way into title matches for jumping in Fox’s back pocket. Leonard ’s corruption is beneficial for men like you, whilst he turns away and occupies himself with the pursuit of yet another few dollars you can end men’s career all in the name of shutting up those dissenters who dare speak out against the unacceptable status quo.
You thrive under his chaos.
However, just because Leonard Fox’s moral compass is completely incapable of pointing in the right direction doesn’t mean that you have the right to get away with murder. You can wave all the doctorates you want, it doesn’t change the fact that you are nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing, purporting to be some kind of intellectual saint whose disciples have betrayed him.
Boo hoo, the fans don’t like you.
Get over it.
You’ve spent the past three weeks picking off the weak and removing those who nobody will notice is gone but now it is time for you to earn your blood money Conway. You’ve jumped me from behind and distracted me for long enough, now is the time for you to step up like a man and look me in the eyes. Nobody, not even Leonard Fox, can help you out there at the Road to the Gold on Sunday. If they do, you will win nothing and I will come back from any beating you have the power to deliver.
You can keep telling me and anybody else who will listen how talented you are, but now is the time to prove it. You’ve done nothing but play the card of a coward for the past two weeks and you’ve shone like a beacon of the morally corrupt. You can take me out when I have my back turned Conway, but if you really think I’ll be that easy when you have my full attention you’re living in a dream world, if you aren’t already.
It’s time to prove to the world that you’ve still got what it takes Conway.
Send Leonard my best regards.
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A calming silence descends upon the room as Roberto and Hannah sit opposite one another in two loungers, Hannah’s feet dangling delicately as the pair share a bottle of wine. Two plates lay strewn across a nearby table, accompanied by a trail of bread crumbs and a small selection of cheeses, a knife sticking proudly out of a small block towards the ceiling. Hannah pauses for a moment, looking over Roberto’s should at her sister before turning back to him causing Verona to look up.
Hannah Reed : Thanks for letting her stay.
Roberto Verona : I didn’t really have a choice.
Hannah Reed : I know….but thanks all the same.
Roberto sighs, looking over his shoulder at Jessica as she slouches in a chair, her hair twirled around her finger and a magazine draped across her raised leg.
Roberto Verona : You know, I meant it when I said three days. I’ve got to concentrate on this weekend, there is a lot at stake.
Hannah Reed : She’ll be gone, I swear.
Roberto Verona : Good. So what has she done this time?
Hannah Reed : Huh?
Roberto Verona : Why is she here?
Hannah Reed : Oh. Her and Dad had a big fight over some boy, you know the types she brings back.
Roberto Verona : I also know the type you brought back, he should be beyond shock now.
Hannah slaps Verona hard on the arm, although he enjoys a private chuckle to himself regardless.
Hannah Reed : Maybe I should talk to her?
Roberto Verona And tell her what? Don’t do what I did? She just wants attention Hannah, why do you think she stormed over here?
Hannah Reed : I guess.
Roberto Verona : So let her strop. She needs to learn to grow up, she’s not a kid anymore and she can’t expect big sis to fix all of her problems for her. She has to sort out her own mistakes.
Hannah Reed : What if she doesn’t?
Roberto Verona : Then I am relocating.
Hannah tries to hold back a smile but eventually has to concede, rolling her eyes in the process.
Hannah Reed : Very funny. Listen, if she’s in town for a few days I won’t be able to prepare for this weekend. Will you need me?
Roberto Verona : I’ve coped without your before Hannah. Besides, perhaps it is for the best that I go out there alone this weekend…
Hannah Reed : Perhaps you’re right. I don’t really want to test how low Conway will sink to get under your skin.
Roberto Verona : I actually meant you might not want to watch what I do to him…
Hannah lets out a small laugh, playfully patting Verona on the shoulder whilst shaking her head, the long blonde locks swaying to and fro.
Hannah Reed : Of course.
Roberto Verona : I need to make a few calls, why don’t you too have a bit of time together. Don’t worry about Sunday.
Roberto lifts himself up before nodding politely towards Hannah, leaving her alone in silence with Jessica. Taking a quick gulp she prepares herself as she stands and approaches her sister.
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Nobody cares that I am National Champion?
Yet they’re hyping me up for being National Champion?
Which one is it Conway, make up your mind. Either I don’t matter and nobody cares, or people are putting way too much hype behind my reign. I can’t be over-hyped by nobody, well not in the real world which you seemingly drift further and further away with each passing moment.
Or is it that NCW is over-hyping my title reign? The same company run by the man who is paying you to knock the crap out of me? Yeah, they have so many reasons to blow my trumpet….
You ask what I have done with it, but then you said it yourself. I’ve defended it. What exactly do you want me to do with it? Take it out to dinner? Adopt it? So the Road to the Gold tournament has overshadowed the National Title somewhat, have you failed to notice that for three weeks of that very tournament I’ve been pre-occupied with you. Or are you admitting you don’t matter?
Perhaps, for once, we agree on something.
I will defend this belt against any challenger. Despite the fact that you’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve a title shot, I will still walk down to that ring and fulfil my obligations because that is what champions do. We fight those who wish to challenge us and we defend our titles. Now, if Fox just wants to throw washed up vagrants like you at me and a pre-occupied Alex Jones then so be it, I don’t pick and choose my opponents, I get given them.
But let me guess, just nobody wants to fight me right? Because I don’t matter, yada yada yada….
Yawn.
Don’t talk **** Jake, you want this belt, you took money to get a shot at it. You took money to get a shot at me. If the National Title didn’t matter you’d not be concerning yourself with me. Whether I matter or not, this belt still does and if I’m really just this big pushover who will drop this belt like Crystal Hilton drops her family for a good set of abs then surely there’d by guys left right and centre flinging themselves at me to “restore its former glories”?
Let’s cut the crap Conway, this belt matters enough for you to “waste your time” chasing it otherwise we wouldn’t need to make this little dance a title match. The reason NCW hypes me is because I am worth talking about, I cause interest and a stir the pot. Sure, I wouldn’t go quite as far as stating I have a vice-like grip on this belt or anything that dramatic, but then I don’t write the previews do I? And it isn’t just them, plenty of the roster witter on about me incessantly.
But who the hell talks about you?
Silence.
No seriously, besides your opponents for the coming week and whichever “Starlet” you’re sticking it to on the side, who really mentions your name?
Nobody.
People talk about me independent of me mentioning their names, sure plenty of it is hardly in a positive light but for somebody nobody cares about I hear my name an awful lot. So why don’t I hear yours? Hell before you scuttled into the ring and took out Venom I barely had a reason to give a crap about you.
Face it Ace, as irrelevant as you want me to be I cannot compare to how irrelevant you are. You’ve just retired a legend and put another man into a temporary coma yet nobody gives a ****. Hell, you’re even a sideshow in your own match, this is billed as being about me and Leonard Fox, you’re just a bit part who took the bosses “bonus” to do his dirty work.
We are at a crossroads Jake and it just so happens our paths have happened to cross. I know where I am going, but do you? No matter how much you claim people don’t care about me, they still give less of a damn about you. What does that say about you? That you’re on the path to greatness and proving that you’re “the best”? Or that you’re just an after-thought? A relic clinging on to past glories?
It certainly doesn’t say “The Apex of Evolution”. You’ve evolved into somebody that doesn’t matter.
Congratulations.
The reason I don’t “respect your moniker” Conway is because it is a lie. You’re not the “apex” of anything and haven’t been since 2009, even then it was only for 35 days. The apex is the very peak, the top of the pile and yet here you are. Dossing about taking out Peter Parker and mumbling on about how irrelevant I am. If you were all you say you were you’d be occupying yourself with the so-called “bigger fish” and proving how relevant you are.
Instead you’re taking Rob Diamond’s sloppy seconds and having a pop at me for the second tier title. Sure, you’re the apex Ace, but not of anything worth being proud of. You have a much higher opinion of yourself that your actual station in this federation. Once this little episode is over, you’ll go back to picking on guys who actually are beneath you whether you’re National Champion or not and I will carry on pissing off the most important person in this entire company and advancing my career.
When you prove yourself to be more than a veteran reliving former glories at the expense of easy targets I might start to see you as more of a threat. Until then, I’ll just see you for what you are.
The Apex of a By-Gone Era.
A coward.
Viva La Révolution.