Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2011 11:57:27 GMT -6
Curious.
For perhaps the first time in my short career in New Championship Wrestling I find myself in a tag team match where, for differing reasons, there isn’t a single man involved that I do not respect. I know, I was a little bit taken aback too, but it is what it is. I know what you’re thinking, now that I am “the good guy” I’ve gone soft and a little bit cookie cutter, but you’d be wrong. I still find Todd Williams to be the single most tedious man alive, Rob Diamond is still an egomaniacal comedic flop and Nathan Webb is still sending me letters asking for a clipping of my hair….which reminds me…
Cut it out Spiderman….it is a little creepy.
No, I still can’t stand to be around roughly half of the locker room and even though everything I’m doing is, inevitably, for their benefit I just can’t get around the fact that they positively suck.
Immensely.
These three men, however, are different. They’re a mix of the grizzled veteran who has punched and clawed his way up the ladder in the face of adversity, another is a monster who breaks men left right and centre to get where he needs to be. And the third? The third is the single most dominant force in this entire federation and the man with the largest target on his back. Although I’m quite sure he relishes the challenge.
Having said all that I suppose it is most fitting that I address you first, Xander. Anybody with a memory more impressive than a goldfish’s will remember that you were the first man to ever beat me at a pay-per-view. You set your eyes on my X-Championship and, credit where its due, you stormed through several men to get your chance. You were the first man I had to admit was simply better than me on the night. Your determination is hardly a one off either. I’ve watched you all year Xander as you’ve bulldozed your way through numerous opponents on your quest to rise to the pinnacle of this company and perhaps in fitting style, you trod down the Road to the Gold and wrenched that belt from the terminal corporate pretty boy who is more about abs than ability.
I think you’d find it hard to find a man in this business who, without lying through their teeth, would not accept that you are the most dominant wrestler on this roster. Don’t get me wrong, I have been impressive since the day I walked into this joint but my form has been patchy of late, Steve Awesome seems to have collapsed competitively, Lex Sense has gotten caught up with Angel and Rob Diamond…well he couldn’t stop you in the end, could he?
I have no qualms admitting that you’re the best man in this company at the moment Xander, as most people are well aware you are the World Champion that I can’t help but applaud. You exhibit everything I have spent my career fighting for; a steely resolve, a will to win and most importantly you’ve done it all the right way. You haven’t used your father’s name to get ahead in this business, you haven’t brown nosed and you haven’t danced to the corporate ballad.
No. Instead you went into the Colliseum and you emerged as the last man standing. You went down the Road to the Gold and one again you came out the winner. Unlike so many men before you Xander, you truly earned your World Championship and frankly, this company could do with more men like you. Whether you think you need me or not Xander, I am here to fight for guys like you, men and women who scratch their way up the greasy corporate ladder and rip the title from the grasp of the false idols who seemingly regularly represent this company as “the best”. I want to see more men like you, regardless of whether it is detrimental to my career or not, because the fact is that I’d rather retire right now than waste away my years in a federation that permanently rewards inadequacy and hinders real talent.
Our champions are men who should have earned their shots, just like you. Perhaps everything I am trying to achieve has come a little too late for you Xander, not that you’ve suffered any long lasting ill effects as a result, but it will benefit everybody who comes after us. You and I have had to fight through barriers that should not exist whilst the relics of this company are handed shot after shot in our stead. Unlike you I haven’t had my chances to chase the biggest prize in the game but in a few weeks’ time…all that will change.
Xander, you have been nothing short of utterly dominant since the moment you took off that ridiculous mask and your determination has seen you rise from the very bottom of this roster to the very top, but your biggest asset could swiftly become your biggest curse. As long as you were chasing the rise to the peak of this company Xander you had a purpose, a purpose which drove you to smash through every glass ceiling that stood in your way and it was that which helped you finally relieve Steve Awesome of the World Championship.
Now you’re at that peak I am sure that drive will see you look to cement your place as the greatest World Champion of all time but the problem is that will only last for so long Xander. As long as the booking committee deem it fit to throw complete nobodies like Curtis Kanyon into the ring with you it’ll end up being a case of just turning up, going through the motions and notching up yet another victory.
Your greatest asset relies on challenges Xander, it propelled you to the top of the food chain and as long as you have rivals who can push you to your limits I have no doubts that you will continue to thrive and force your way into the Hall of Fame somewhat prematurely. However, if you’re continuously fed men who do not deserve their shots and don’t stand a hope in hell, you’ll soon realise that your greatest opponent is complacency.
But then again, if I get my way Xander, you’ll have plenty more worth opponents to fight for that belt and, absorbing my own selfishness for a second, I will be one of them. I respect you as a competitor Xander, you’re the only man I have ever faced who truly out-wrestled me, and if I could pick any man to fight for that belt it would be you. Just like you, I don’t want to earn that belt the easy way, I want to get put through the fight of my life and when I look around the roster I only see one man who can provide me that challenge.
You.
This week we are allies Xander, but believe me when I say this, every other week I do not see you as an enemy. I see you as an opponent, one who I hope to fight on the biggest stage of all and for the grandest prize in the game.
Good luck this week Xander, but we both know that when it comes to you, luck has nothing to do with it.
November 27th, 2011
Chicago
Road crew rush frantically to and fro as they carry numerous objects essential for the next bout at Breaking Away as the crowd begin to roar during the ongoing contest, building up for the grand finale between Xander and Kanyon. Trapped amongst the hustle and bustle are Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed, the former sitting down on a container with his back placed firmly against the wall. Watching as the people pass them by Verona follows them with his eyes before Hannah turns towards him.
Hannah Reed : How are you feeling?
Roberto Verona : Free.
Hannah looks confused, a her face awash with bemusement.
Hannah Reed : Free? You just lost your National Championship.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps.
Hannah Reed : You know, I always assumed you guys cared when you got beaten.
Roberto turns and stares at Hannah, disconcerting his colleague somewhat.
Roberto Verona : I do care.
Hannah Reed : If you say so….
Roberto Verona : Look, what is done, is done. Would I have preferred to cave that smug bastard’s face in? Sure. Am I pissed off that I have dropped my belt to a man who would sooner piss on it than cherish it? Of course. However, the fact is that there is a much bigger picture and I’ll get my chance to get revenge on Johnson at the Riot when I throw him and his massive head over the top rope and take the shot at Xander he so desperately cherishes. You can’t win them all Hannah, all that matters is that I have begun my path to a far greater goal than simply winning a match.
Hannah Reed : Sorry….
Roberto Verona : Sorry? For what? I don’t blame you for asking Hannah, the fact is that most of the guys in this company are only here for the personal glory and the championships and they would no doubt be far more cut up about losing the only thing that validates their existence, but I am more than just the former National Champion. I have much more to achieve that another digit for my “wins” column.
Hannah Reed : If you’re happy, then I am happy I guess.
Roberto Verona : Is something wrong Hannah?
She shrugs, preferring to look at the floor than directly at Verona who studies her movements with diligence.
Hannah Reed : With this “greater good” you’re so absorbed in I can’t help but wonder….what role do I have in your life anymore.
Roberto Verona : You know what your “role” is Hannah, you’re here to help me achieve everything I need to achieve.
Hannah Reed : You don’t get it Roberto, I don’t mean my job, I mean my role in your life, not at work…
Roberto Verona : Hannah…..
Hannah sniffs, hiding the tears with her long hair as Roberto sits in silence, frantically searching for the right words to say.
Hannah Reed : If you don’t need me, I am going to get out of here. Don’t let me spoil your evening…
Roberto reaches a hand out but Hannah has already turned and begun to walk frantically down the corridor, being careful to hide her distress leaving Roberto alone, shaking his head as a sigh slips from between his lips.
Roberto Verona : I never needed you Hannah…..I wanted you….
Verona clenches his fists, letting the frustration slowly seep out of him before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling as the hustle and bustle continues around him, although he sits silently.
Oblivious.
Spike Kane, what can I say about you?
Quite a lot actually but seen as I am in a good mood this week I’ll sidestep the tedious rehashing of old ground about your personal life and the trading of insults for the delight of the drooling sycophants who troll the “IWC” with stories about how there is “backstage heat” between the pair of us.
The fact is that just like my partner this week, I have a lot of respect for the pair of you as well. You’ve done it all Spike, you’re a former World Champion, the God of Xtreme and arguably the man who has put his body on the line more times than anybody else for the benefit of this company. It is hard to argue against the career you have had and if there is anybody who deserves their spot in the Hall of Fame, it is you.
I’m glad that my message has hit home with you Spike because let’s face it; you are the poster boy of the veterans who NCW have abused for every single dollar they possibly can. You have broken your body for their buy rates. You have gone out there and competed when your life has been falling apart around you for their merchandise sales. Everything you have done in your career has been for their benefit because ultimately, when you have needed them the most, they has brushed your well-publicised personal demons under the carpet and pushed you through that curtain until you finally reached breaking point.
Then they sent you off quietly to rehab and pumped out delightful media snippets to distance themselves from you as far as they possibly could.
The simple fact is that after everything you have given this company Spike, they’ve done nothing but take it from you and give nothing back. I am here to fight for men just like you, men who have abused their bodies to fight the pain of the schedule forced upon them, men who have been broken mentally and received nothing but their pay check every week to feed their demons, men who are quickly forgotten when those around them refine the art of ass kissing to perfection.
If I have managed to open your eyes with my message then I’m a happy man Spike, every time I wake a member of this roster up from their self-obsessed slumber is a moment I cherish. Nobody here has to like me, but I sure as hell expect them to respect what I am trying to do for them. The fact is that I will fight for everybody who deserves it and damn those who my revolution will put at a disadvantage, they have enjoyed their time in Leonard Fox’s sun for too long and it is time for the “palm greasers” as you so elegantly put it to earn their coveted spots at the head of the table.
We also agree on something else, and that is the fact that regardless of personal feelings this weekend we will be opponents. I am well aware I will have to beat men I respect and defeat those that I am fighting for to accomplish a greater good. This weekend it just so happens that I need to out-do you and Lex, next week it may well be somebody else who I respect, or maybe it will be the men who I am fighting against. Regardless of who it is I will be staring across the ring at I will not let my personal feelings interfere in my performances in that squared circle and this week will be no different.
Then we have you Lex and, in what seems to be a nauseating trend this week, I will not sit here and insult you in some vain attempt to get the “upper hand” because just like Xander and Spike, I have nothing but respect for you.
Sure, the last time we faced up you managed to knock the wind out of my sails thanks to the grinning moron that is The Ace showing up at ringside and spoiling that, was until that point, an evenly fought contest but that doesn’t change the fact that you were the only man in the Young Guns that I cared for. You never whined and bitched, you just walked down that ramp, got inside that ring and destroyed whoever the booking committee deemed fit to feed to you that week. Unlike Jimmy and Andrew, who relied on skulduggery and deceit you won your matches fair and square….
Well, for the most part.
The point is Lex, you’re again just another one of the roster who is going about their business the right way. Sure, you play a little dirty and in this business, who hasn’t, but ultimately you’ve started to build yourself up the right way, by winning matches and calling out one of the best in the history of this company in Angel to prove yourself, even if your motives are somewhat twisted. Not that I am the sort of man who can criticise you for that, after all I destroyed Todd Williams’ life to get ahead in this company.
I won’t lie to you Lex, I have no intentions of walking into that ring and losing to you but I can’t say I was overly ashamed when you defeated me a month or so ago either. You’re one of the guys in this company who is destined, eventually, to make a name for yourself and who knows, maybe you’ll do so off the back of destroying Angel but I think it is safe to say that it is only a matter of when, not if. You’re part of the new generation of upcoming stars along with myself and Xander and the fact is that when I am through with my revolution, we will all reap the rewards.
I may not condone the way you have behaved at times Lex but it’s hard to argue against the idea that you are one of the few men in NCW who perhaps deserves a shot at the big time thanks to your exploits. The fans may not like how you conduct yourself but as far as I am concerned, love you or hate you, they have to respect you. You’ve climbed the ladder by breaking your opponents in half and not regretting a single thing and whether I agree with your methods or not, there will always be a place in this business for ruthless giants like yourself.
This weekend we will stand across that ring from one another and I have no doubt that as far as you are concerned, you will be happy to snap me in two just like everybody else who has stood in your way and that is fine because I have no problems beating the monster right out of you and that is the whole point.
All four of us may respect one another, or maybe we can’t stand the sight of each other but at the end of the day when we step inside that ring we will put on a show and do everything it takes to walk away a winner because that is what we all are.
Winners.
It just so happens that for this weekend only, the two of you will be losers.
Viva La Revolution
For perhaps the first time in my short career in New Championship Wrestling I find myself in a tag team match where, for differing reasons, there isn’t a single man involved that I do not respect. I know, I was a little bit taken aback too, but it is what it is. I know what you’re thinking, now that I am “the good guy” I’ve gone soft and a little bit cookie cutter, but you’d be wrong. I still find Todd Williams to be the single most tedious man alive, Rob Diamond is still an egomaniacal comedic flop and Nathan Webb is still sending me letters asking for a clipping of my hair….which reminds me…
Cut it out Spiderman….it is a little creepy.
No, I still can’t stand to be around roughly half of the locker room and even though everything I’m doing is, inevitably, for their benefit I just can’t get around the fact that they positively suck.
Immensely.
These three men, however, are different. They’re a mix of the grizzled veteran who has punched and clawed his way up the ladder in the face of adversity, another is a monster who breaks men left right and centre to get where he needs to be. And the third? The third is the single most dominant force in this entire federation and the man with the largest target on his back. Although I’m quite sure he relishes the challenge.
Having said all that I suppose it is most fitting that I address you first, Xander. Anybody with a memory more impressive than a goldfish’s will remember that you were the first man to ever beat me at a pay-per-view. You set your eyes on my X-Championship and, credit where its due, you stormed through several men to get your chance. You were the first man I had to admit was simply better than me on the night. Your determination is hardly a one off either. I’ve watched you all year Xander as you’ve bulldozed your way through numerous opponents on your quest to rise to the pinnacle of this company and perhaps in fitting style, you trod down the Road to the Gold and wrenched that belt from the terminal corporate pretty boy who is more about abs than ability.
I think you’d find it hard to find a man in this business who, without lying through their teeth, would not accept that you are the most dominant wrestler on this roster. Don’t get me wrong, I have been impressive since the day I walked into this joint but my form has been patchy of late, Steve Awesome seems to have collapsed competitively, Lex Sense has gotten caught up with Angel and Rob Diamond…well he couldn’t stop you in the end, could he?
I have no qualms admitting that you’re the best man in this company at the moment Xander, as most people are well aware you are the World Champion that I can’t help but applaud. You exhibit everything I have spent my career fighting for; a steely resolve, a will to win and most importantly you’ve done it all the right way. You haven’t used your father’s name to get ahead in this business, you haven’t brown nosed and you haven’t danced to the corporate ballad.
No. Instead you went into the Colliseum and you emerged as the last man standing. You went down the Road to the Gold and one again you came out the winner. Unlike so many men before you Xander, you truly earned your World Championship and frankly, this company could do with more men like you. Whether you think you need me or not Xander, I am here to fight for guys like you, men and women who scratch their way up the greasy corporate ladder and rip the title from the grasp of the false idols who seemingly regularly represent this company as “the best”. I want to see more men like you, regardless of whether it is detrimental to my career or not, because the fact is that I’d rather retire right now than waste away my years in a federation that permanently rewards inadequacy and hinders real talent.
Our champions are men who should have earned their shots, just like you. Perhaps everything I am trying to achieve has come a little too late for you Xander, not that you’ve suffered any long lasting ill effects as a result, but it will benefit everybody who comes after us. You and I have had to fight through barriers that should not exist whilst the relics of this company are handed shot after shot in our stead. Unlike you I haven’t had my chances to chase the biggest prize in the game but in a few weeks’ time…all that will change.
Xander, you have been nothing short of utterly dominant since the moment you took off that ridiculous mask and your determination has seen you rise from the very bottom of this roster to the very top, but your biggest asset could swiftly become your biggest curse. As long as you were chasing the rise to the peak of this company Xander you had a purpose, a purpose which drove you to smash through every glass ceiling that stood in your way and it was that which helped you finally relieve Steve Awesome of the World Championship.
Now you’re at that peak I am sure that drive will see you look to cement your place as the greatest World Champion of all time but the problem is that will only last for so long Xander. As long as the booking committee deem it fit to throw complete nobodies like Curtis Kanyon into the ring with you it’ll end up being a case of just turning up, going through the motions and notching up yet another victory.
Your greatest asset relies on challenges Xander, it propelled you to the top of the food chain and as long as you have rivals who can push you to your limits I have no doubts that you will continue to thrive and force your way into the Hall of Fame somewhat prematurely. However, if you’re continuously fed men who do not deserve their shots and don’t stand a hope in hell, you’ll soon realise that your greatest opponent is complacency.
But then again, if I get my way Xander, you’ll have plenty more worth opponents to fight for that belt and, absorbing my own selfishness for a second, I will be one of them. I respect you as a competitor Xander, you’re the only man I have ever faced who truly out-wrestled me, and if I could pick any man to fight for that belt it would be you. Just like you, I don’t want to earn that belt the easy way, I want to get put through the fight of my life and when I look around the roster I only see one man who can provide me that challenge.
You.
This week we are allies Xander, but believe me when I say this, every other week I do not see you as an enemy. I see you as an opponent, one who I hope to fight on the biggest stage of all and for the grandest prize in the game.
Good luck this week Xander, but we both know that when it comes to you, luck has nothing to do with it.
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November 27th, 2011
Chicago
Road crew rush frantically to and fro as they carry numerous objects essential for the next bout at Breaking Away as the crowd begin to roar during the ongoing contest, building up for the grand finale between Xander and Kanyon. Trapped amongst the hustle and bustle are Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed, the former sitting down on a container with his back placed firmly against the wall. Watching as the people pass them by Verona follows them with his eyes before Hannah turns towards him.
Hannah Reed : How are you feeling?
Roberto Verona : Free.
Hannah looks confused, a her face awash with bemusement.
Hannah Reed : Free? You just lost your National Championship.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps.
Hannah Reed : You know, I always assumed you guys cared when you got beaten.
Roberto turns and stares at Hannah, disconcerting his colleague somewhat.
Roberto Verona : I do care.
Hannah Reed : If you say so….
Roberto Verona : Look, what is done, is done. Would I have preferred to cave that smug bastard’s face in? Sure. Am I pissed off that I have dropped my belt to a man who would sooner piss on it than cherish it? Of course. However, the fact is that there is a much bigger picture and I’ll get my chance to get revenge on Johnson at the Riot when I throw him and his massive head over the top rope and take the shot at Xander he so desperately cherishes. You can’t win them all Hannah, all that matters is that I have begun my path to a far greater goal than simply winning a match.
Hannah Reed : Sorry….
Roberto Verona : Sorry? For what? I don’t blame you for asking Hannah, the fact is that most of the guys in this company are only here for the personal glory and the championships and they would no doubt be far more cut up about losing the only thing that validates their existence, but I am more than just the former National Champion. I have much more to achieve that another digit for my “wins” column.
Hannah Reed : If you’re happy, then I am happy I guess.
Roberto Verona : Is something wrong Hannah?
She shrugs, preferring to look at the floor than directly at Verona who studies her movements with diligence.
Hannah Reed : With this “greater good” you’re so absorbed in I can’t help but wonder….what role do I have in your life anymore.
Roberto Verona : You know what your “role” is Hannah, you’re here to help me achieve everything I need to achieve.
Hannah Reed : You don’t get it Roberto, I don’t mean my job, I mean my role in your life, not at work…
Roberto Verona : Hannah…..
Hannah sniffs, hiding the tears with her long hair as Roberto sits in silence, frantically searching for the right words to say.
Hannah Reed : If you don’t need me, I am going to get out of here. Don’t let me spoil your evening…
Roberto reaches a hand out but Hannah has already turned and begun to walk frantically down the corridor, being careful to hide her distress leaving Roberto alone, shaking his head as a sigh slips from between his lips.
Roberto Verona : I never needed you Hannah…..I wanted you….
Verona clenches his fists, letting the frustration slowly seep out of him before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling as the hustle and bustle continues around him, although he sits silently.
Oblivious.
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Spike Kane, what can I say about you?
Quite a lot actually but seen as I am in a good mood this week I’ll sidestep the tedious rehashing of old ground about your personal life and the trading of insults for the delight of the drooling sycophants who troll the “IWC” with stories about how there is “backstage heat” between the pair of us.
The fact is that just like my partner this week, I have a lot of respect for the pair of you as well. You’ve done it all Spike, you’re a former World Champion, the God of Xtreme and arguably the man who has put his body on the line more times than anybody else for the benefit of this company. It is hard to argue against the career you have had and if there is anybody who deserves their spot in the Hall of Fame, it is you.
I’m glad that my message has hit home with you Spike because let’s face it; you are the poster boy of the veterans who NCW have abused for every single dollar they possibly can. You have broken your body for their buy rates. You have gone out there and competed when your life has been falling apart around you for their merchandise sales. Everything you have done in your career has been for their benefit because ultimately, when you have needed them the most, they has brushed your well-publicised personal demons under the carpet and pushed you through that curtain until you finally reached breaking point.
Then they sent you off quietly to rehab and pumped out delightful media snippets to distance themselves from you as far as they possibly could.
The simple fact is that after everything you have given this company Spike, they’ve done nothing but take it from you and give nothing back. I am here to fight for men just like you, men who have abused their bodies to fight the pain of the schedule forced upon them, men who have been broken mentally and received nothing but their pay check every week to feed their demons, men who are quickly forgotten when those around them refine the art of ass kissing to perfection.
If I have managed to open your eyes with my message then I’m a happy man Spike, every time I wake a member of this roster up from their self-obsessed slumber is a moment I cherish. Nobody here has to like me, but I sure as hell expect them to respect what I am trying to do for them. The fact is that I will fight for everybody who deserves it and damn those who my revolution will put at a disadvantage, they have enjoyed their time in Leonard Fox’s sun for too long and it is time for the “palm greasers” as you so elegantly put it to earn their coveted spots at the head of the table.
We also agree on something else, and that is the fact that regardless of personal feelings this weekend we will be opponents. I am well aware I will have to beat men I respect and defeat those that I am fighting for to accomplish a greater good. This weekend it just so happens that I need to out-do you and Lex, next week it may well be somebody else who I respect, or maybe it will be the men who I am fighting against. Regardless of who it is I will be staring across the ring at I will not let my personal feelings interfere in my performances in that squared circle and this week will be no different.
Then we have you Lex and, in what seems to be a nauseating trend this week, I will not sit here and insult you in some vain attempt to get the “upper hand” because just like Xander and Spike, I have nothing but respect for you.
Sure, the last time we faced up you managed to knock the wind out of my sails thanks to the grinning moron that is The Ace showing up at ringside and spoiling that, was until that point, an evenly fought contest but that doesn’t change the fact that you were the only man in the Young Guns that I cared for. You never whined and bitched, you just walked down that ramp, got inside that ring and destroyed whoever the booking committee deemed fit to feed to you that week. Unlike Jimmy and Andrew, who relied on skulduggery and deceit you won your matches fair and square….
Well, for the most part.
The point is Lex, you’re again just another one of the roster who is going about their business the right way. Sure, you play a little dirty and in this business, who hasn’t, but ultimately you’ve started to build yourself up the right way, by winning matches and calling out one of the best in the history of this company in Angel to prove yourself, even if your motives are somewhat twisted. Not that I am the sort of man who can criticise you for that, after all I destroyed Todd Williams’ life to get ahead in this company.
I won’t lie to you Lex, I have no intentions of walking into that ring and losing to you but I can’t say I was overly ashamed when you defeated me a month or so ago either. You’re one of the guys in this company who is destined, eventually, to make a name for yourself and who knows, maybe you’ll do so off the back of destroying Angel but I think it is safe to say that it is only a matter of when, not if. You’re part of the new generation of upcoming stars along with myself and Xander and the fact is that when I am through with my revolution, we will all reap the rewards.
I may not condone the way you have behaved at times Lex but it’s hard to argue against the idea that you are one of the few men in NCW who perhaps deserves a shot at the big time thanks to your exploits. The fans may not like how you conduct yourself but as far as I am concerned, love you or hate you, they have to respect you. You’ve climbed the ladder by breaking your opponents in half and not regretting a single thing and whether I agree with your methods or not, there will always be a place in this business for ruthless giants like yourself.
This weekend we will stand across that ring from one another and I have no doubt that as far as you are concerned, you will be happy to snap me in two just like everybody else who has stood in your way and that is fine because I have no problems beating the monster right out of you and that is the whole point.
All four of us may respect one another, or maybe we can’t stand the sight of each other but at the end of the day when we step inside that ring we will put on a show and do everything it takes to walk away a winner because that is what we all are.
Winners.
It just so happens that for this weekend only, the two of you will be losers.
Viva La Revolution