Post by Davey Ortega on Nov 3, 2012 1:56:52 GMT -6
The trip was Hell. I'm going to spare you the boring details, the excruciatingly small details that added up to..this. A Culmination of trip to just arrive to..this. Are you kidding me? ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME!?!?! It started out so great. My week started out awesome. I won the Wired pre show at RttG, me. Well not all me, i did have some help. Davey Ortega and Mercedes Vargas, that would be a legendary tag team. Alas it was short lived as she has thrown her lot in with The Ace. Oh well, I'm glad are paths crossed at least once and who knows? Our paths may cross again since I plan to be here for a long time and I have never truly forgiven The Ace for his treachery. Though this is not about her or him or any other member of the roster. Like I said the trip was Hell.
First I come to find I have no bank account. Or more accurately accounts. The night following my match I find that I am broke. Me, Davey Ortega. The genius casino owner whom never wanted, always had. Luckily I had about a grand on me, the last of my petty cash. I was able to afford Coach. Needless to say the incessant prattling of kids, the crying of babies, and the endless parade of tourists was almost enough to drive me back to the drink. Almost..
I survived it. I survived the fish-ca-bobs and the unnecessary re run of The Avengers ( The 1998 one, I know...what a let down) I survived all of that to get into a cab driven by a man whom I'm sure doesn't have a green card. Vegas has changed. Whats more is he looked confused when I said ''take me to The Casino''
He had the nerve to ask which one. After a minute of back and forth non witty banter I finally got it through to him, he took me to the address yet what was there...wasn't. Imagine your childhood, running up to your grandmas place or your own. Going to a favorite Aunt and Uncles, or some special place. Think of that one spot that gave you solace no matter what it be. A fort, a local hang out, or some back alley. I don't care. The fact is it isn't there.
Davey Ortega exits the cab, almost in disbelief. He slowly walks to towards his goal with the cab drive shouting angrily about not getting paid. Davey just keeps his pace oblivious to the screams. He reaches up and grabs a chain linked fence, looking at rubble. Rubble. Just like Vegas. This town has a history of blowing up their history, though seeing this is almost to much for Davey. His legacy literally destroyed. The Casino is no more. He takes a deep sigh, resting his forehead on the fence.
Preston: I thought you would be here.
Davey does not even bother to turn his head, as he knows who is talking to him. The only person willing to follow him because his job required it.
Preston: It is a sad sight. The site of so many promos, the home of one of nCw's most controversial superstars. Now reduced to nothing. Symbolic is it not?
Davey: Why?
Preston approaches him slowly
Preston: You went off the grid? You left on a four year recovery that may have finally resulted in success. I am not cut from the managerial mold, you left with everyone thinking I knew what was going on. About a month after you left we started hemorrhaging money. I sold it, Davey. I sold The Casino to The Bellagio. They made us an offer that that the board could not ignore, and neither could I. We all made a profit on it.
Davey: I bet, it was one of the last family owned Casinos. So where is my share? Even if I was locked up I would still retain royalties, not to mention pay checks from nCw. Tell me Preston
Davey looks at his Doctor.
Davey: Why have my bank accounts been canceled? Why am I just now seeing the fate of my Casino?
Preston: I was afraid you knowing of this would send you back into your addictions, that you would react how you always have. Though looking at you I see that was a mistake. You look genuinely hurt, meaning you can feel. You need to keep that feeling.
Davey: Yes I feel. Despite what people may I think I do have a weakness, though it has been destroyed. So I had a weakness. True it wasn't a carbon life form, but it was something to me none the less. I mean, imagine running to grandmas house only to see a free way? Same thing.
..Same thing. Alone. Just like the last time on Trauma. The last time I was on the main event of Trauma I was teamed with my opponent. A match that has caused some friction between us. Mike Laszlo seems bound and determined to paint me into a picture. He wants to see me as a loser, as the man who cost him a match, and a potential shot at the Tag Team titles. He slings useless insults at me, and attacks my show which I might say is fun for the whole family.
Well Mike, I did some research. Yes, in my sobriety I have re discovered the effort of due diligence. You see since you pointed out my faux pa I have been relentless. I meant really, being proved wrong by you...it disgusts me. Well, disgusted me until now. As you so like to tout and tweet I was pinned. Yes, Ken Davison pinned me and he did so promptly. So my retort is where were you, exactly? Oh that's right, you thought it intelligent to hit Alex Jone your cute little finisher and try to pin him...knowing you were not the legal man.
I want to emphasis that, you were NOT the legal man. And you KNEW it. As you stated there was no blind tag, you knew I was in...and was that the problem? You just so crave the spot light that you would gladly for go a partner to shine? Thanks to your arrogance we lost the match. That is a pattern I am seeing with you though, Mike. You just can not function in a tag team match. The last two times we have been in the ring, you have lost.
I am currently one up on you for future reference, start a new record book Dante!
So now we are here, you and me main eventing another Trauma. Now you may think being on Trauma is lame but that is where you and almost everyone who graces the Trauma ring are wrong. A show is only as good as the talent assigned. There is no reason Davey Ortega v Mike Lazlo can't go down in history and I for one think it will.
It will be in history as the night Davey Ortega proves to be to much for the longest reigning Honor and X Champion. If I may borrow a page from The Ace since the Honor title is defunct, why toot that horn? I mean unless I resurrect it, it's irrelevant. As to you being the longest reigning X Champion whippity doo. Honestly to me the X championship is a watered down version of it's former glory before it was tainted by the X-Division. I am a former Xtreme Champion, someone who is far more dangerous than any X Champion even if it be their poster boy.
Though maybe I am wrong, maybe beating your selfish punk ass into oblivion will simply be a foot note in both of our careers. You see Laszlo I am beyond your spectrum in many things. Skill, intelligence, gaming, and looks. I know this and it is high time you understand this: I am better than you.
Twist it how you want, drop your jaw and scream and the accusation but at the end of the day it's true. I proved it on Wired when I made sure you were not relevant, and I will do it again Saturday. Consider yourself lucky Laszlo, your going to be a foot note in my career.
First I come to find I have no bank account. Or more accurately accounts. The night following my match I find that I am broke. Me, Davey Ortega. The genius casino owner whom never wanted, always had. Luckily I had about a grand on me, the last of my petty cash. I was able to afford Coach. Needless to say the incessant prattling of kids, the crying of babies, and the endless parade of tourists was almost enough to drive me back to the drink. Almost..
I survived it. I survived the fish-ca-bobs and the unnecessary re run of The Avengers ( The 1998 one, I know...what a let down) I survived all of that to get into a cab driven by a man whom I'm sure doesn't have a green card. Vegas has changed. Whats more is he looked confused when I said ''take me to The Casino''
He had the nerve to ask which one. After a minute of back and forth non witty banter I finally got it through to him, he took me to the address yet what was there...wasn't. Imagine your childhood, running up to your grandmas place or your own. Going to a favorite Aunt and Uncles, or some special place. Think of that one spot that gave you solace no matter what it be. A fort, a local hang out, or some back alley. I don't care. The fact is it isn't there.
Davey Ortega exits the cab, almost in disbelief. He slowly walks to towards his goal with the cab drive shouting angrily about not getting paid. Davey just keeps his pace oblivious to the screams. He reaches up and grabs a chain linked fence, looking at rubble. Rubble. Just like Vegas. This town has a history of blowing up their history, though seeing this is almost to much for Davey. His legacy literally destroyed. The Casino is no more. He takes a deep sigh, resting his forehead on the fence.
Preston: I thought you would be here.
Davey does not even bother to turn his head, as he knows who is talking to him. The only person willing to follow him because his job required it.
Preston: It is a sad sight. The site of so many promos, the home of one of nCw's most controversial superstars. Now reduced to nothing. Symbolic is it not?
Davey: Why?
Preston approaches him slowly
Preston: You went off the grid? You left on a four year recovery that may have finally resulted in success. I am not cut from the managerial mold, you left with everyone thinking I knew what was going on. About a month after you left we started hemorrhaging money. I sold it, Davey. I sold The Casino to The Bellagio. They made us an offer that that the board could not ignore, and neither could I. We all made a profit on it.
Davey: I bet, it was one of the last family owned Casinos. So where is my share? Even if I was locked up I would still retain royalties, not to mention pay checks from nCw. Tell me Preston
Davey looks at his Doctor.
Davey: Why have my bank accounts been canceled? Why am I just now seeing the fate of my Casino?
Preston: I was afraid you knowing of this would send you back into your addictions, that you would react how you always have. Though looking at you I see that was a mistake. You look genuinely hurt, meaning you can feel. You need to keep that feeling.
Davey: Yes I feel. Despite what people may I think I do have a weakness, though it has been destroyed. So I had a weakness. True it wasn't a carbon life form, but it was something to me none the less. I mean, imagine running to grandmas house only to see a free way? Same thing.
..Same thing. Alone. Just like the last time on Trauma. The last time I was on the main event of Trauma I was teamed with my opponent. A match that has caused some friction between us. Mike Laszlo seems bound and determined to paint me into a picture. He wants to see me as a loser, as the man who cost him a match, and a potential shot at the Tag Team titles. He slings useless insults at me, and attacks my show which I might say is fun for the whole family.
Well Mike, I did some research. Yes, in my sobriety I have re discovered the effort of due diligence. You see since you pointed out my faux pa I have been relentless. I meant really, being proved wrong by you...it disgusts me. Well, disgusted me until now. As you so like to tout and tweet I was pinned. Yes, Ken Davison pinned me and he did so promptly. So my retort is where were you, exactly? Oh that's right, you thought it intelligent to hit Alex Jone your cute little finisher and try to pin him...knowing you were not the legal man.
I want to emphasis that, you were NOT the legal man. And you KNEW it. As you stated there was no blind tag, you knew I was in...and was that the problem? You just so crave the spot light that you would gladly for go a partner to shine? Thanks to your arrogance we lost the match. That is a pattern I am seeing with you though, Mike. You just can not function in a tag team match. The last two times we have been in the ring, you have lost.
I am currently one up on you for future reference, start a new record book Dante!
So now we are here, you and me main eventing another Trauma. Now you may think being on Trauma is lame but that is where you and almost everyone who graces the Trauma ring are wrong. A show is only as good as the talent assigned. There is no reason Davey Ortega v Mike Lazlo can't go down in history and I for one think it will.
It will be in history as the night Davey Ortega proves to be to much for the longest reigning Honor and X Champion. If I may borrow a page from The Ace since the Honor title is defunct, why toot that horn? I mean unless I resurrect it, it's irrelevant. As to you being the longest reigning X Champion whippity doo. Honestly to me the X championship is a watered down version of it's former glory before it was tainted by the X-Division. I am a former Xtreme Champion, someone who is far more dangerous than any X Champion even if it be their poster boy.
Though maybe I am wrong, maybe beating your selfish punk ass into oblivion will simply be a foot note in both of our careers. You see Laszlo I am beyond your spectrum in many things. Skill, intelligence, gaming, and looks. I know this and it is high time you understand this: I am better than you.
Twist it how you want, drop your jaw and scream and the accusation but at the end of the day it's true. I proved it on Wired when I made sure you were not relevant, and I will do it again Saturday. Consider yourself lucky Laszlo, your going to be a foot note in my career.