Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2011 15:49:50 GMT -6
Seriously?
Todd Williams? Really?
In the span of the week I have gone from the dominant Xander Famularo to the hopeless Todd Williams, that’s like ordering a steak and getting a Big Mac instead. It’s almost like somebody back there is doing everything in their power to stack the odds against me before I even walk through the curtain and down that ramp every single week. Conspiracy much?
Of course not.
As if teaming up with Ronald McDonald’s black cousin wasn’t bad enough I am facing a tag team named after a move franchise centred around a melty faced pervert with a gardening glove fetish made up of a Granddad beater and a Space Cowboy. Did I just walk into the twilight zone or something? Talk about messed up….
Speaking of messed up, I may as well get the tedium of addressing my “partner” for the week out of the way first.
Long-time no see Todd. I was actually really enjoying not having to share the same air space as you, I must have been really naughty this year because quite frankly this is setting up to be a really terrible Christmas. Thank god it is going to be a happy New Year come the evening of January 1st….
I can’t help but notice that you have remained as irrelevant as you were back in the second quarter of the year when I was routinely embarrassing you week in, week out. It is good to see that some things never change, Todd Williams being about as useful as a chocolate radiator is as vital to the nostalgia of this entire federation as Falcon’s roll up pins and Infamous’ obsession with fellatio.
And what’s that accessory I see re-attached to your arm again? Crystal Hilton? Yeah…nobody saw that one coming. You two are the Ross and Rachel of this federation only far more unbearable and that is something I never thought I’d say. Once again Todd Williams questionable manhood slithered back inside his mangina whilst Crystal fashions herself a new handbag from your testicles. It happened when I had to put up with you six months ago and low and behold here we are you still haven’t changed an ounce…well, except the addition of yet another ridiculous catchphrase.
When I told you that you’d get nowhere wrapped around the little finger of that poisonous little harlot I meant it Williams. You’re damn right, you should have listened to me all those months ago because instead of facing the truth about the woman you love so much you’ve let the pursuit for her affection cloud your judgement to point where you’ve stalled and come no further than you got half a year ago. If anything Todd, you’ve gone backwards.
Whilst you’ve been busy trying to get your wife back from the resident man whore Todd I’ve been making waves in NCW and solidifying my career instead of wasting my time absorbing myself in my own personal demons. Since I disposed of you I’ve enjoyed two title reigns and I have become the brightest prospect this company has had in years to save us all from the tedious monotony of another Steve Awesome main event run. You? You’ve not had a title shot in months and the most memorable thing you’ve done of late is had your skull caved in by Spike Kane, all in the name of getting your wife back. A wife who has done nothing but abuse you mentally and emotionally for months.
Todd, as much as I think you’re the world’s greatest joke professionally, when I walked down that ramp and declared that I am doing this for the disenchanted and the abused I was bound to protect the interest of men like you. You have been emotionally chastised by a person who abuses your affections like she’s playing with a toy, all whilst reinforcing the fallacy that she genuinely cares for you.
When you occasionally pull your head out of your ass Todd you’ve proven that you can make something of yourself, but the fact is it is few and far between. You come and shock the world by beating men who are beyond you, then you go and ruin it all by letting Crystal Hilton dominate your mind and you slink back the square one. You have continuously failed to capitalise on your potential because you are far too concerned with the pursuit of some make-believe happy ending that will never come to fruition.
Men like you need help Todd, but unfortunately for you, you will never accept it because you are too absorbed in your fairy tale ending that you will never accept that you deserve better. You could be a real contender in NCW, but you never will be because you cannot unravel the shackles that have held you down for your entire career.
Love is a powerful drug that has made far greater men than you fall into despair and obscurity, your just another fool who cannot see what is staring you in the face. Crystal may love you, but she loves herself far, far more and in the end there will always be only one number one in her life.
Here’s a clue, it isn’t you.
I won’t waste my breath trying to inspire you Todd, I fully expect that this weekend I will have to fight two men who are on the same page with a man whose sympathies lies elsewhere in a glorified handicap match, but Lord knows I am not alien to the concept of adversity. I know that there is fight in you Todd, but until you realise that your love life is holding you back and will continue to do so you’ll never unlock that potential.
It is time to either put up, or slink back to the kitchen and make Crystal a “sammich” Williams. Just because you love a person doesn’t mean you’re meant to be together. There will be no happy ending in the long running saga we’ve watched unravel on our screens for months, mark my words.
The question is, do you want what is best for you Todd or are you willing to be an emotional doormat for the rest of your life?
Roberto grasps a thin slip of paper between his two hands as his eyes race back and forth, absorbing the information as quickly as he can. The front door is left wide open as Jessica Reed creeps slowly through the gap and into the house, a confused look on her face as she spots Roberto sat quietly in the kitchen, alone. Approaching slowly she looks around and notices her sisters clothes strewn across the living room couch along with a few papers.
Jessica Reed : What happened?
Roberto barely acknowledges her presences as he continues to concentrate on the letter in his hand.
Jessica Reed : Roberto? Come on I want to know what is going on.
Roberto sighs and puts the letter down on the worktop before turning to look at Jessica, a look of impatience written across his face.
Roberto Verona : I don’t know what happened Jessica, Hannah just left the arena and I haven’t seen her since. I just found this note when I got home….
Jessica Reed : Roberto, are you sure you’ve not done something to upset her? You know what she’s like…
Roberto Verona : Do you enjoy being allowed inside my house Jessica?
Jesscia Reed : Yes…
Roberto Verona : Then stop accusing me of upsetting your sister. If I have upset her it wasn’t on purpose. Regardless that isn’t what matters right now.
Jessica Reed : Then what does?
Roberto Verona : We need to find her.
Jessica Reed : We?
Roberto Verona : Yes, Jessica, we. You wanted her help when your Dad kicked you out, and now she needs yours. She too stubborn to admit she can’t cope out there by herself, not when she’s in this state. I need you to help me track her down.
Jessica Reed : Ok, I’ll ask around. I aren’t promising you anything Roberto, when she wants to be hidden she makes sure you cannot find her.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but she forgets what I did for a living back in Chicago. Listen, you call around, I am going to get some things. We’ll find her….. I’ll find her.
Jessica quickly turns and heads down a corridor out of sight as Roberto picks up the letter once more, losing himself in the words as he searches for a clue in the prose.
So another week, another tag match, this time against a nostalgia fuelled reunion of two grizzled veterans out for one last hurrah.
I suppose there are some congratulations in order, hey Adam? After all Magnum PI seems to be pretty sure that it was your fine self who caved Leonard Fox’s face in repeatedly to rid us all of his festering influence for the next couple of months. It is just a shame you didn’t finish the job aye? It must suck being married to a monster-in-law who has the morals of shark in a bloodbath and has been out to get you from day one.
Not that I am surprised, after all you are banging the corporate offspring which I am sure rankles Daddy dearest no end. Kelly was promised to some corporate Yale parasite I am sure, hell she said as much herself. Viva La Free Will, huh?
Listen Adam, I don’t really have a big problem with you, not yet anyway, you’ve not indiscriminately hogged the limelight for months at the expense of more interesting talent like your fellow relics and we both know that if you really wanted to, you could make sure you were the focal point every week. You have sway in this company and credit to you for, thus far, not using it to your own benefit like the moral failures we share the locker room with.
I can begrudgingly accept that you deserve your legendary status, I’ve watch your matches for years and getting another opportunity to face you is….exciting, I suppose. You can certainly go out there make no mistake and I aren’t going to stand here for hours boring us to tears about how I am going to beat you, embarrass another icon and all the other tedious rubbish we’re meant to trot out when we fight one of the furniture. We both know that no matter how good you are, I have the talent to put you away just as much as you have the wiles to outfox me put me in my place, there is little point trading arguments.
I’ll leave the pointless “filler” rambling to men like Ricky Johnson and Nathan Webb.
No, there is little pointing comparing our “statistics” because we both know you have all your prestigious history behind you whilst I have my potential, none of it will matter this weekend. You could be a twenty times World Heavyweight Champion and it wouldn’t make you unbeatable whilst I could be the second coming of Jesus Christ and it still wouldn’t prevent the occasional blip. Hell, I haven’t won a match since I put the Ace back in the antique closet over a month ago and you have barely competed since your little back and forth with Bradley a few months back.
Let’s just say I will enjoy testing myself against you again and this time I have no intention of being on the receiving end of another Knites of the Round, I’m not a sadist. This weekend is just another chance to prove myself and get ready for the Riot because ultimately, that is my next big step and this week is just another match for me, and I am sure likewise for yourself. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still punch you right between the eyes whether I care for you or not, but lets not build this up into something it isn’t.
Right now Knite I have nothing against you, but if you’re really the next Leonard Fox mark my words you and I will be having many, many more conversations. I won’t berate you for taking the old bastard out, even if it isn’t quite my style, but if you’re planning on taking over the show and running it the same way he did, we are going to have a problem.
A big problem.
As for you Helms, it seems like only yesterday we were standing on opposite sides of that ring in a tag team match…. At least this time you have a more likable tag team partner huh?
Last time we…”spoke”… I wanted you to prove to me that you deserved to be in the Hall of Fame by your actions instead of targeting washed up old men and to your credit, you put me on my back and pinned me for the three count. I won’t deny it, I am not one of the insecure folks backstage with selective memory and a deep refusal to accept that sometimes they can be beaten. Congratulations, I underestimated you Helms, although I am disappointed to see you occupy yourself with Lance Ryan instead of pushing on and proving week in, week out that you are not only deserving of a spot in the Hall of Fame but also that you’re still relevant in 2011.
But then again, they do like to call me a hopeless dreamer, maybe I just thought better of you Trent. That isn’t your fault of course, you have a goal and you’re fighting to achieve it and in a way I can sympathise, after all I have a greater good to achieve myself and I will do anything it takes to achieve it. We’re alike in that respect, only I am fighting for the greater good and you are fighting for yourself, not that your alone in this business in that regard.
You could have made so much more of your career Trent, and maybe you still will. In two weeks’ time you and I will share the same ring once again at the Riot and maybe, just maybe, you’ll walk out of there with a World Title shot and a chance to force the Hall of Fame committee’s hand and make yourself mean something in 2011. Something more than a man who rolls up, produces a 30 minute mind **** and then occasionally wins a few wrestling matches.
Now is your chance to legitimately force your way into the Hall of Fame instead of attacking old timers, you should leave that to your partner. You want to be remembered forever Trent, well how about earn that honour instead of trying to steal your way in by the back door? You’re good enough to earn it, but it seems you’re far too impatient to wait your turn and would much rather slime your way in.
If that’s your style, then fair enough, be my guest and carry on your little crusade but you know deep down you’re better than that. Maybe I am wrong, maybe you know that deep down you can’t force your way in the right way and this is the only method you can employ to validate your lengthy career in NCW when in reality, maybe you’re already a legend in this business.
You’re a hero to the men, women, boys and girls who pay to watch you wrestle every single week Trent. They don’t care whether you have a fancy ring and a smiling portrait on some website, they already appreciate all the things you have done in this business and the risks you have taken with your own physical wellbeing for their entertainment. Perhaps that isn’t good enough for you anymore Trent, maybe you need some sort of physical validation of your self-worth.
I just hope that eventually you open you your eyes and ears and realise that the only people who really matter already think of you as a legend. You don’t need a crappy gold ring or a boring speech Trent, you just need to listen to the way that crowd worships you and maybe you will then realise that this crusade is pointless.
You’ve already achieved what you want.
Viva Le Révolution.
Todd Williams? Really?
In the span of the week I have gone from the dominant Xander Famularo to the hopeless Todd Williams, that’s like ordering a steak and getting a Big Mac instead. It’s almost like somebody back there is doing everything in their power to stack the odds against me before I even walk through the curtain and down that ramp every single week. Conspiracy much?
Of course not.
As if teaming up with Ronald McDonald’s black cousin wasn’t bad enough I am facing a tag team named after a move franchise centred around a melty faced pervert with a gardening glove fetish made up of a Granddad beater and a Space Cowboy. Did I just walk into the twilight zone or something? Talk about messed up….
Speaking of messed up, I may as well get the tedium of addressing my “partner” for the week out of the way first.
Long-time no see Todd. I was actually really enjoying not having to share the same air space as you, I must have been really naughty this year because quite frankly this is setting up to be a really terrible Christmas. Thank god it is going to be a happy New Year come the evening of January 1st….
I can’t help but notice that you have remained as irrelevant as you were back in the second quarter of the year when I was routinely embarrassing you week in, week out. It is good to see that some things never change, Todd Williams being about as useful as a chocolate radiator is as vital to the nostalgia of this entire federation as Falcon’s roll up pins and Infamous’ obsession with fellatio.
And what’s that accessory I see re-attached to your arm again? Crystal Hilton? Yeah…nobody saw that one coming. You two are the Ross and Rachel of this federation only far more unbearable and that is something I never thought I’d say. Once again Todd Williams questionable manhood slithered back inside his mangina whilst Crystal fashions herself a new handbag from your testicles. It happened when I had to put up with you six months ago and low and behold here we are you still haven’t changed an ounce…well, except the addition of yet another ridiculous catchphrase.
When I told you that you’d get nowhere wrapped around the little finger of that poisonous little harlot I meant it Williams. You’re damn right, you should have listened to me all those months ago because instead of facing the truth about the woman you love so much you’ve let the pursuit for her affection cloud your judgement to point where you’ve stalled and come no further than you got half a year ago. If anything Todd, you’ve gone backwards.
Whilst you’ve been busy trying to get your wife back from the resident man whore Todd I’ve been making waves in NCW and solidifying my career instead of wasting my time absorbing myself in my own personal demons. Since I disposed of you I’ve enjoyed two title reigns and I have become the brightest prospect this company has had in years to save us all from the tedious monotony of another Steve Awesome main event run. You? You’ve not had a title shot in months and the most memorable thing you’ve done of late is had your skull caved in by Spike Kane, all in the name of getting your wife back. A wife who has done nothing but abuse you mentally and emotionally for months.
Todd, as much as I think you’re the world’s greatest joke professionally, when I walked down that ramp and declared that I am doing this for the disenchanted and the abused I was bound to protect the interest of men like you. You have been emotionally chastised by a person who abuses your affections like she’s playing with a toy, all whilst reinforcing the fallacy that she genuinely cares for you.
When you occasionally pull your head out of your ass Todd you’ve proven that you can make something of yourself, but the fact is it is few and far between. You come and shock the world by beating men who are beyond you, then you go and ruin it all by letting Crystal Hilton dominate your mind and you slink back the square one. You have continuously failed to capitalise on your potential because you are far too concerned with the pursuit of some make-believe happy ending that will never come to fruition.
Men like you need help Todd, but unfortunately for you, you will never accept it because you are too absorbed in your fairy tale ending that you will never accept that you deserve better. You could be a real contender in NCW, but you never will be because you cannot unravel the shackles that have held you down for your entire career.
Love is a powerful drug that has made far greater men than you fall into despair and obscurity, your just another fool who cannot see what is staring you in the face. Crystal may love you, but she loves herself far, far more and in the end there will always be only one number one in her life.
Here’s a clue, it isn’t you.
I won’t waste my breath trying to inspire you Todd, I fully expect that this weekend I will have to fight two men who are on the same page with a man whose sympathies lies elsewhere in a glorified handicap match, but Lord knows I am not alien to the concept of adversity. I know that there is fight in you Todd, but until you realise that your love life is holding you back and will continue to do so you’ll never unlock that potential.
It is time to either put up, or slink back to the kitchen and make Crystal a “sammich” Williams. Just because you love a person doesn’t mean you’re meant to be together. There will be no happy ending in the long running saga we’ve watched unravel on our screens for months, mark my words.
The question is, do you want what is best for you Todd or are you willing to be an emotional doormat for the rest of your life?
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Roberto grasps a thin slip of paper between his two hands as his eyes race back and forth, absorbing the information as quickly as he can. The front door is left wide open as Jessica Reed creeps slowly through the gap and into the house, a confused look on her face as she spots Roberto sat quietly in the kitchen, alone. Approaching slowly she looks around and notices her sisters clothes strewn across the living room couch along with a few papers.
Jessica Reed : What happened?
Roberto barely acknowledges her presences as he continues to concentrate on the letter in his hand.
Jessica Reed : Roberto? Come on I want to know what is going on.
Roberto sighs and puts the letter down on the worktop before turning to look at Jessica, a look of impatience written across his face.
Roberto Verona : I don’t know what happened Jessica, Hannah just left the arena and I haven’t seen her since. I just found this note when I got home….
Jessica Reed : Roberto, are you sure you’ve not done something to upset her? You know what she’s like…
Roberto Verona : Do you enjoy being allowed inside my house Jessica?
Jesscia Reed : Yes…
Roberto Verona : Then stop accusing me of upsetting your sister. If I have upset her it wasn’t on purpose. Regardless that isn’t what matters right now.
Jessica Reed : Then what does?
Roberto Verona : We need to find her.
Jessica Reed : We?
Roberto Verona : Yes, Jessica, we. You wanted her help when your Dad kicked you out, and now she needs yours. She too stubborn to admit she can’t cope out there by herself, not when she’s in this state. I need you to help me track her down.
Jessica Reed : Ok, I’ll ask around. I aren’t promising you anything Roberto, when she wants to be hidden she makes sure you cannot find her.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps, but she forgets what I did for a living back in Chicago. Listen, you call around, I am going to get some things. We’ll find her….. I’ll find her.
Jessica quickly turns and heads down a corridor out of sight as Roberto picks up the letter once more, losing himself in the words as he searches for a clue in the prose.
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So another week, another tag match, this time against a nostalgia fuelled reunion of two grizzled veterans out for one last hurrah.
I suppose there are some congratulations in order, hey Adam? After all Magnum PI seems to be pretty sure that it was your fine self who caved Leonard Fox’s face in repeatedly to rid us all of his festering influence for the next couple of months. It is just a shame you didn’t finish the job aye? It must suck being married to a monster-in-law who has the morals of shark in a bloodbath and has been out to get you from day one.
Not that I am surprised, after all you are banging the corporate offspring which I am sure rankles Daddy dearest no end. Kelly was promised to some corporate Yale parasite I am sure, hell she said as much herself. Viva La Free Will, huh?
Listen Adam, I don’t really have a big problem with you, not yet anyway, you’ve not indiscriminately hogged the limelight for months at the expense of more interesting talent like your fellow relics and we both know that if you really wanted to, you could make sure you were the focal point every week. You have sway in this company and credit to you for, thus far, not using it to your own benefit like the moral failures we share the locker room with.
I can begrudgingly accept that you deserve your legendary status, I’ve watch your matches for years and getting another opportunity to face you is….exciting, I suppose. You can certainly go out there make no mistake and I aren’t going to stand here for hours boring us to tears about how I am going to beat you, embarrass another icon and all the other tedious rubbish we’re meant to trot out when we fight one of the furniture. We both know that no matter how good you are, I have the talent to put you away just as much as you have the wiles to outfox me put me in my place, there is little point trading arguments.
I’ll leave the pointless “filler” rambling to men like Ricky Johnson and Nathan Webb.
No, there is little pointing comparing our “statistics” because we both know you have all your prestigious history behind you whilst I have my potential, none of it will matter this weekend. You could be a twenty times World Heavyweight Champion and it wouldn’t make you unbeatable whilst I could be the second coming of Jesus Christ and it still wouldn’t prevent the occasional blip. Hell, I haven’t won a match since I put the Ace back in the antique closet over a month ago and you have barely competed since your little back and forth with Bradley a few months back.
Let’s just say I will enjoy testing myself against you again and this time I have no intention of being on the receiving end of another Knites of the Round, I’m not a sadist. This weekend is just another chance to prove myself and get ready for the Riot because ultimately, that is my next big step and this week is just another match for me, and I am sure likewise for yourself. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still punch you right between the eyes whether I care for you or not, but lets not build this up into something it isn’t.
Right now Knite I have nothing against you, but if you’re really the next Leonard Fox mark my words you and I will be having many, many more conversations. I won’t berate you for taking the old bastard out, even if it isn’t quite my style, but if you’re planning on taking over the show and running it the same way he did, we are going to have a problem.
A big problem.
As for you Helms, it seems like only yesterday we were standing on opposite sides of that ring in a tag team match…. At least this time you have a more likable tag team partner huh?
Last time we…”spoke”… I wanted you to prove to me that you deserved to be in the Hall of Fame by your actions instead of targeting washed up old men and to your credit, you put me on my back and pinned me for the three count. I won’t deny it, I am not one of the insecure folks backstage with selective memory and a deep refusal to accept that sometimes they can be beaten. Congratulations, I underestimated you Helms, although I am disappointed to see you occupy yourself with Lance Ryan instead of pushing on and proving week in, week out that you are not only deserving of a spot in the Hall of Fame but also that you’re still relevant in 2011.
But then again, they do like to call me a hopeless dreamer, maybe I just thought better of you Trent. That isn’t your fault of course, you have a goal and you’re fighting to achieve it and in a way I can sympathise, after all I have a greater good to achieve myself and I will do anything it takes to achieve it. We’re alike in that respect, only I am fighting for the greater good and you are fighting for yourself, not that your alone in this business in that regard.
You could have made so much more of your career Trent, and maybe you still will. In two weeks’ time you and I will share the same ring once again at the Riot and maybe, just maybe, you’ll walk out of there with a World Title shot and a chance to force the Hall of Fame committee’s hand and make yourself mean something in 2011. Something more than a man who rolls up, produces a 30 minute mind **** and then occasionally wins a few wrestling matches.
Now is your chance to legitimately force your way into the Hall of Fame instead of attacking old timers, you should leave that to your partner. You want to be remembered forever Trent, well how about earn that honour instead of trying to steal your way in by the back door? You’re good enough to earn it, but it seems you’re far too impatient to wait your turn and would much rather slime your way in.
If that’s your style, then fair enough, be my guest and carry on your little crusade but you know deep down you’re better than that. Maybe I am wrong, maybe you know that deep down you can’t force your way in the right way and this is the only method you can employ to validate your lengthy career in NCW when in reality, maybe you’re already a legend in this business.
You’re a hero to the men, women, boys and girls who pay to watch you wrestle every single week Trent. They don’t care whether you have a fancy ring and a smiling portrait on some website, they already appreciate all the things you have done in this business and the risks you have taken with your own physical wellbeing for their entertainment. Perhaps that isn’t good enough for you anymore Trent, maybe you need some sort of physical validation of your self-worth.
I just hope that eventually you open you your eyes and ears and realise that the only people who really matter already think of you as a legend. You don’t need a crappy gold ring or a boring speech Trent, you just need to listen to the way that crowd worships you and maybe you will then realise that this crusade is pointless.
You’ve already achieved what you want.
Viva Le Révolution.