Post by Nathan Webb on Nov 9, 2012 20:55:23 GMT -6
{The Cold Cut begins with Nathan Webb sitting in a barren warehouse propped against a cement pillar. The footage is in black and white and films Nathan from the side. Nathan is wearing his usual out of the ring attire consisting of baggy jeans and a dark colored hoodie. Nathan is also sitting there smoking a cigarette building the tension before he starts speaking.}
A lot of things happened this week. For me anyway my triumphant return was slowed by my loss to the former World Champion Andrew Jacobson. Funny how things work out. Yes I may have lost a little face in this situation but in the end AJ built a little momentum that he may have needed. Either way I may have lost a little momentum but in the broad scheme of things
Either way life still goes on…focusing on a match from last week won’t help me in my match this week against CDK. It won’t help me in my future campaign against the tyranny that is Kelly Fox.
{Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing on.}
As I look at this match I have to at the very least snicker when I heard this match up. True I know that CDK is a very capable of an opponent as anyone, someone who has worn gold around their waste and always someone who is only predictable in his unpredictability. No one knows what is going on in this man’s mind and that always leads to trouble if one is not weary of his prowess, not only in losing his match but also in putting their health at risk.
So is this a person I can defeat handily?
Absolutely.
But does that mean I take him lightly?
Absolutely not…but I digress.
{Nathan takes another drag before continuing on.}
But I find it kind of ironic that I find myself facing CDK. Now I am not one who cries conspiracy like Roberto Verona but let’s face it don’t you all see this match as somewhat convenient. I mean come one the ultimate pawn for Mrs. Fox and Adam Knite in a match versus me and not only that it was one that is capable of possibly knocking me out of competition.
Coincidence?
Possibly, but in this business those types of things rarely happen. No one can legitimately say this doesn’t reek of some sort of boss’s touch.
What do the people say? “Just saying.”
I sat in the locker room lying on the thin wooden bench. My eyes were closed as I dealt with dull pain of not only my arm that Andrew Jacobson targeted during the match but also the cold ice that was taped to said arm. Even though I was in pain it was something in a roundabout way I was enjoying. I had taken all that Andrew had dished out and even though I lost, I had not allowed myself to succumb to anything that Andrew Jacobson did to me. It was pain I had endured and yet it is pain I had and will overcome.
I had lost and in this business a loss IS a bad thing BUT this was my first match back and not only that it was against the former World Champion and in the end I lost but I never gave up. It was a loss but a loss I could live with and a loss that I could hang my hat on and be proud of.
“I may have lost now…but your time is coming Kelly Knite…”
“…your time is coming Adam Knite…”
“…your time is coming Roberto Verona…”
Just then Rose walked into the locker room and took a seat on a steel chair and stared at me. Her look was not filled with the pep I had gotten used to, nor was it filled with gloom and doom.
“So I assume the news isn’t good and it isn’t bad.” I said not bothering to sit up much less move my head.
“It is what it is Mr. Nate.” Rose said wrinkling her mouth.
“Well lay it on me sister.”
Rose wrinkled her eyebrows not having heard a phrase like that come from me, probably ever. “Well I just got word from misters and misses on the staff here that you are facing Mr. CDK next Saturday night on Trauma.”
“Did they mention anything else?”
“Yes, Mr. Nate. They said –Enjoy!”
“How sweet.” I said sitting up adjusting the ice pack as I came to a sitting position. I was pretty ho hum about everything. For some reason I didn’t let the little things affect my blood pressure like they used to. I guess I had expected a stack deck against me and thus was not surprised when they actually did it in reality. Either way I couldn’t help to notice that my almost cold demeanor that I’d been known for had now found itself onto Rose. Where she had been the one that was ho hum in the past in these situations now she looked, well…like me.
“So what’s bothering you?” I asked.
“I am not really bothered…you seem content enough and everything seems to be moving on schedule.”
“Then why the look?”
Rose sighed. “I don’t know, I guess I am more puzzled then bothered. I am just wondering why you are intent on doing this alone? Why aren’t you teaming with the people who want to fight the same system you are? Why not take up the offer of someone like Mr. Andy and fight with him?”
The thought had crossed my mind but as soon as it came in it was gone since I knew the answer. “Pretty much right now, especially with what happened with Verona I don’t know who to trust. Call me cynical but right now the faith I have in others that I don’t know too well has diminished severely. Also AJ and I while in some ways having the same goal are on different paths. Right now he needs to focus his attention on Roberto Verona…while I have to focus on the boss and the one whose balls she holds in Adam Knite. Maybe our paths will cross but right now is not the time we need to be buddy buddy.”
I knew Rose understood but I also knew the apprehension came from the knowledge that we could fail…I wasn’t afraid of failure but in this case…in this war…failure was not an option I would accept.
“Game on Kelly…”
“Game on Adam…”
{We return back to the Cold Cut with Nathan lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag before look back into the camera and starting to speak again.}
So CDK, you and me huh?
Am I scared?
Not no, but hell no.
You know I can sum up what you said in your own promo so that other don’t have to hurt their eyes and ears.
Blah…blah…blah…bang.
You then follow this up with something snarky, and not remotely funny.
Then, yadda…yadda…yadda…bang.
Then something else bang…bang somemore…insert euphemism here.
But really Thor…Jesus Christ man…the lengths you will go to sound original and fresh but really come out looking like a buffoon. I swear if you are looking for witty and poignant promos do yourself a favor and look at some of the stuff that Rose has put out there.
And of course another thing not even remotely funny except to you.
Yeah that about sums it up.
Yeah I know my promos are about as original and cutting edge as Roberto Verona’s revolution and his rebel image which is not as all. But with my stiffness and lack of originality, I am blunt and to the point and have always made my opinions known backed up by facts and not emotions.
In that ring I am the same way. I am blunt and to the point. I am not flashy but I am effective. I hit you in the mouth and I choke your ass out and most importantly I don’t quit.. Simple philosophy but it usually gets the job done. That’s how I work and how I live.
Now again I don’t see Curtis here as a simpleton…but I don’t believe that he realizes that he is merely a pawn in the game plan of Adam Knite and Kelly Fox. A tool used mainly when Adam and Kelly don’t want to get their hands dirty. A tool that they ride the back of…use and abuse…and essentially discard when done…a sad but very true reality that has befallen you Curtis.
Is that all you want to be Curtis? Because frankly that is all I can see you as.
Just contemplate that as you face me in our match on Saturday. Either way though, no matter how you look at it, we still have a match. A fight that one man has to win, if for nothing else then moving in the direction that we want to. Whether it is for a title or whether it is a charge by an opposing force…one of us has to and will win.
So why am I going to win on Saturday because you are going to see the Cold Spider in all of his glory. You may look at me as an animal but I am much more than that. I am someone who strikes not from the weeds but head on. I will hit you straight in the mouth and take my own share of punishment in return.
The thing is this time around, where you are predictable in your unpredictability I know that your unpredictability comes from your love of going for the gusto. Yes you do win sometimes but in this match I guarantee that you will lose and lose hard because you know just as much as I do that when you make one mistake I will smell that blood in the water and strike, and I only need one. You see once that mistake does happen…well you can say the match is lost.
So I suggest a conservative game plan there Curtis. Oh wait when you go to that well I will take advantage of that to.
So well you are screwed. Just take this loss with a grain of salt. You lost to a smarter, more opportunistic, fresher opponent. Sometimes that is the way of life.
{With that Nathan takes one final drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out directly into the camera as the scene fades to black.}
A lot of things happened this week. For me anyway my triumphant return was slowed by my loss to the former World Champion Andrew Jacobson. Funny how things work out. Yes I may have lost a little face in this situation but in the end AJ built a little momentum that he may have needed. Either way I may have lost a little momentum but in the broad scheme of things
Either way life still goes on…focusing on a match from last week won’t help me in my match this week against CDK. It won’t help me in my future campaign against the tyranny that is Kelly Fox.
{Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette before continuing on.}
As I look at this match I have to at the very least snicker when I heard this match up. True I know that CDK is a very capable of an opponent as anyone, someone who has worn gold around their waste and always someone who is only predictable in his unpredictability. No one knows what is going on in this man’s mind and that always leads to trouble if one is not weary of his prowess, not only in losing his match but also in putting their health at risk.
So is this a person I can defeat handily?
Absolutely.
But does that mean I take him lightly?
Absolutely not…but I digress.
{Nathan takes another drag before continuing on.}
But I find it kind of ironic that I find myself facing CDK. Now I am not one who cries conspiracy like Roberto Verona but let’s face it don’t you all see this match as somewhat convenient. I mean come one the ultimate pawn for Mrs. Fox and Adam Knite in a match versus me and not only that it was one that is capable of possibly knocking me out of competition.
Coincidence?
Possibly, but in this business those types of things rarely happen. No one can legitimately say this doesn’t reek of some sort of boss’s touch.
What do the people say? “Just saying.”
I sat in the locker room lying on the thin wooden bench. My eyes were closed as I dealt with dull pain of not only my arm that Andrew Jacobson targeted during the match but also the cold ice that was taped to said arm. Even though I was in pain it was something in a roundabout way I was enjoying. I had taken all that Andrew had dished out and even though I lost, I had not allowed myself to succumb to anything that Andrew Jacobson did to me. It was pain I had endured and yet it is pain I had and will overcome.
I had lost and in this business a loss IS a bad thing BUT this was my first match back and not only that it was against the former World Champion and in the end I lost but I never gave up. It was a loss but a loss I could live with and a loss that I could hang my hat on and be proud of.
“I may have lost now…but your time is coming Kelly Knite…”
“…your time is coming Adam Knite…”
“…your time is coming Roberto Verona…”
Just then Rose walked into the locker room and took a seat on a steel chair and stared at me. Her look was not filled with the pep I had gotten used to, nor was it filled with gloom and doom.
“So I assume the news isn’t good and it isn’t bad.” I said not bothering to sit up much less move my head.
“It is what it is Mr. Nate.” Rose said wrinkling her mouth.
“Well lay it on me sister.”
Rose wrinkled her eyebrows not having heard a phrase like that come from me, probably ever. “Well I just got word from misters and misses on the staff here that you are facing Mr. CDK next Saturday night on Trauma.”
“Did they mention anything else?”
“Yes, Mr. Nate. They said –Enjoy!”
“How sweet.” I said sitting up adjusting the ice pack as I came to a sitting position. I was pretty ho hum about everything. For some reason I didn’t let the little things affect my blood pressure like they used to. I guess I had expected a stack deck against me and thus was not surprised when they actually did it in reality. Either way I couldn’t help to notice that my almost cold demeanor that I’d been known for had now found itself onto Rose. Where she had been the one that was ho hum in the past in these situations now she looked, well…like me.
“So what’s bothering you?” I asked.
“I am not really bothered…you seem content enough and everything seems to be moving on schedule.”
“Then why the look?”
Rose sighed. “I don’t know, I guess I am more puzzled then bothered. I am just wondering why you are intent on doing this alone? Why aren’t you teaming with the people who want to fight the same system you are? Why not take up the offer of someone like Mr. Andy and fight with him?”
The thought had crossed my mind but as soon as it came in it was gone since I knew the answer. “Pretty much right now, especially with what happened with Verona I don’t know who to trust. Call me cynical but right now the faith I have in others that I don’t know too well has diminished severely. Also AJ and I while in some ways having the same goal are on different paths. Right now he needs to focus his attention on Roberto Verona…while I have to focus on the boss and the one whose balls she holds in Adam Knite. Maybe our paths will cross but right now is not the time we need to be buddy buddy.”
I knew Rose understood but I also knew the apprehension came from the knowledge that we could fail…I wasn’t afraid of failure but in this case…in this war…failure was not an option I would accept.
“Game on Kelly…”
“Game on Adam…”
{We return back to the Cold Cut with Nathan lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag before look back into the camera and starting to speak again.}
So CDK, you and me huh?
Am I scared?
Not no, but hell no.
You know I can sum up what you said in your own promo so that other don’t have to hurt their eyes and ears.
Blah…blah…blah…bang.
You then follow this up with something snarky, and not remotely funny.
Then, yadda…yadda…yadda…bang.
Then something else bang…bang somemore…insert euphemism here.
But really Thor…Jesus Christ man…the lengths you will go to sound original and fresh but really come out looking like a buffoon. I swear if you are looking for witty and poignant promos do yourself a favor and look at some of the stuff that Rose has put out there.
And of course another thing not even remotely funny except to you.
Yeah that about sums it up.
Yeah I know my promos are about as original and cutting edge as Roberto Verona’s revolution and his rebel image which is not as all. But with my stiffness and lack of originality, I am blunt and to the point and have always made my opinions known backed up by facts and not emotions.
In that ring I am the same way. I am blunt and to the point. I am not flashy but I am effective. I hit you in the mouth and I choke your ass out and most importantly I don’t quit.. Simple philosophy but it usually gets the job done. That’s how I work and how I live.
Now again I don’t see Curtis here as a simpleton…but I don’t believe that he realizes that he is merely a pawn in the game plan of Adam Knite and Kelly Fox. A tool used mainly when Adam and Kelly don’t want to get their hands dirty. A tool that they ride the back of…use and abuse…and essentially discard when done…a sad but very true reality that has befallen you Curtis.
Is that all you want to be Curtis? Because frankly that is all I can see you as.
Just contemplate that as you face me in our match on Saturday. Either way though, no matter how you look at it, we still have a match. A fight that one man has to win, if for nothing else then moving in the direction that we want to. Whether it is for a title or whether it is a charge by an opposing force…one of us has to and will win.
So why am I going to win on Saturday because you are going to see the Cold Spider in all of his glory. You may look at me as an animal but I am much more than that. I am someone who strikes not from the weeds but head on. I will hit you straight in the mouth and take my own share of punishment in return.
The thing is this time around, where you are predictable in your unpredictability I know that your unpredictability comes from your love of going for the gusto. Yes you do win sometimes but in this match I guarantee that you will lose and lose hard because you know just as much as I do that when you make one mistake I will smell that blood in the water and strike, and I only need one. You see once that mistake does happen…well you can say the match is lost.
So I suggest a conservative game plan there Curtis. Oh wait when you go to that well I will take advantage of that to.
So well you are screwed. Just take this loss with a grain of salt. You lost to a smarter, more opportunistic, fresher opponent. Sometimes that is the way of life.
{With that Nathan takes one final drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke out directly into the camera as the scene fades to black.}