Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 16:24:39 GMT -6
Why Trauma?
Why now?
Ever since I, allegedly, stabbed everybody in the back and sold my soul to the devil everybody has been asking me “When will you face the music and let Andrew have a chance to right the wrongs of that night?”. Well, this weekend they get what they want, an opportunity to watch you enact some sort of overdue vengeance upon my sinful carcass.
Or, alternatively, they get to watch their dreams die at my hands.
Again.
Everybody seems keen to completely ignore that at the Road to the Gold I pinned you fair and square, I didn’t cheat, I didn’t mastermind some sort of diabolical plot. I just put you away for the three count. As per the norm people have allowed the proceeding events to completely cloud their memory of their night, but thankfully, even if you’re angry at why I turned my back on everything I stood for, allegedly, you haven’t bought into that spiteful recollection.
See, hard as it is for people to believe Andrew, I actually respect you. Hell, I respect you a damn sight more than even the fans who chant your name on a weekly basis and route for you as you chase whatever seemingly impossible dream you are honed in this month.
The fact is I know that this feigned inferiority people like to apply to you on a bi-weekly basis, depending on which side of their bed they got out of, the one with lots of belts or the one which is bare and brings up bitter memories, is a load of bull****. Grade A, pure, unadulterated bull****.
You pinned Xander Famularo, a man who has still not been pinned by anybody else since you won that match, despite repeated attempts, and a man who had only been pinned by me for the rest of the calendar year. You’ve held your own against some of the best this place has to offer and forgive me if I am not going to join the naivety parade and simply underestimate you, despite the fact that I got the better of you last time we met.
But then, you knew I would say that, didn’t you Andrew?
Deep down, you can scrap through all the **** that is slung at me and see the reality; that I will always respect an opponent who does his talking inside the ring, not just out of it. Despite Xander’s apparent change of heart last week about me due to my “corporate bullying” of his sexually ambivalent father, I still respect him as a competitor. Even though he and I may have settled our differences, I always respect Jake Conway even when he was plastering my face across the National Championship.
And I respect you because, despite the fact that I took away everything you worked your whole life to achieve, you fought honourably throughout and you don’t sit on your ass whining like a little bitch about it.
Compare that to quite literally every single other person I’ve had the misfortune of listening to drone on and on and on and…
You get the picture.
But just like you, I have swiftly learnt that no matter what you do, no matter how you do it or how many times you prove yourself, NCW’s Bitter Battalion will never cease its paranoid delusions about the credibility of the incumbent champion.
I literally lost count of how many people who vowed to be your superior and declared their intention to either deprive you of your belt or pleasure themselves watching whoever did. They all despised the notion that you could be considered better than them and begged for somebody with talent, charisma and a presence to take the world title away from you.
Cue me.
Yet, there’s just one problem, I’m not good enough either. Despite most guys falling over their own tongues to praise my multiple talents, now that I am actually the NCW World Champion they’re still not satisfied. Apparently I cheat too much and bring disdain to the world title or I am too cowardly to really deserve to be champion and quite frankly it just further proves to me that no matter who represents this company, there will be a number of guy who are simple never going be happy unless it’s them.
It doesn’t matter whether they are good enough, because apparently my months of consecutive dominance and hard work meant nothing purely because I became champion and sided with Kelly Fox. It doesn’t matter if they’ve earned, they should just be given title shot after title shot until they get a pity reign.
All that matters is that somebody else is champion and they aren’t.
I guess what defines us as champions is how we react to criticism, let’s face it, it’s currently in vogue to run my name through the dirt and perhaps I encourage it, but the simple fact is Alex Jones actually had one thing right.
I simply don’t give a **** what people think of me.
I am the NCW World Champion, I am the symbol of this company and its figurehead. When people want to discuss this federation they turn to me, I represent everybody else and my actions define how this business is portrayed in the wider media. All of this is because I am the best this company has to offer, I earned my world title and I damn well aint’ going to give it up because some people are upset at my methods.
You’ve stood in the face of extreme criticism since the moment you had the audacity to accept a title shot, even now your name is dragged through the mud purely because you got to El Dorado first. I’ve seen you ignore it and I’ve seen you rise to it.
Maybe it’s time to dirty up that boy scout image a little Andrew and simply stop caring what anybody thinks about you.
Perhaps you should start putting yourself first for once.
I did.
And I took your world title.
I promised change.
Welcome to a direct consequence of that evolution this week when the so called B-Show enjoys a main event worthy of any pay-per-view. I could have taken this week off, simply watched the rest of the guys bust their asses backstage in a nice comfy office with the CEO of NCW and enjoyed myself.
Yet, thanks to my dedication, I have opted to step inside that ring and entertain you all like I do every single week and because I am not obsessed with the spotlight, I’ve even chosen to raise the profile of an element of our product to benefit the rest of you.
Others would have simply picked up their paycheque and crawled back to whatever hell hole they came from to waste it on some fruitless endeavour.
But not me.
Not your NCW World Champion.
I had entrusted the mission of raising Trauma’s profile to my good friend The Ace in recent weeks, but this time I’ve decided to get my own hands dirty, yet again, and to delve my way back into the trenches, even though I apparently turned my back on everyone in this company. Everyone sees change differently but you cannot argue with the facts.
You have a new World Champion, a new National Champion, a new Starlets Champion and a new X-Champion alongside the single most dominant tag team in company history who have inspired many others to unite to deprive them of those belts.
The old guard of Falcon, Angel, Steve Awesome, Rob Diamond, Spike Kane and their ilk have rode off into the sunset and well out of the main event and the new blood have risen to take up the mantle, to replace those who they claimed were strangling the spotlight for their own gratification.
Ratings are at an all-time high and buy rates continue to increase thanks to the hard work of the beautiful Kelly Fox, the savy Adam Knite and the tireless endeavour of yours truly, to the benefit of all employees who enjoy the fruits of our continued labour, as well as those who have yet to find their way to the main roster.
I brought change, just like I promised, and this week I will celebrate everything that has come with it by reminiscing on the moment that I saw all of my dreams culminate.
Roberto Verona v Andrew Jacobsen will always symbolise the start of a new dawn for New Championship Wrestling, because it was the moment that all that talk of tangible evolution became a reality and you played your part as much as I did, Andrew.
Simply removing the belt from Xander and siding with Kelly would never have had the same impact as severing it from you. The fact is if I had beaten any man who can be accused of being under the control of Kelly Fox, the proceeding events would have always been perceived a well construed plot that was constructed well before the bell ever rang.
By beating you, Andrew, I proved to the world that my victory wasn’t bought by the CEO of this company, it was earned with blood, sweat and tears. I took all that pent up rage against authority and I mounted the top of the great peak which few men have ever tread upon and I did it my way against a man who believes in change just as much as I.
Then I cemented that legacy of change by forming an alliance with the only person in this company truly capable of facilitating the change required.
It wasn’t about the money or the fame or the prestige. It was about ensuring that everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve wouldn’t be pissed away in a tit for tat war that diluted the very purpose of my rise to the top of this company.
We all know that Kelly Fox would never have stood for a champion like me and the intelligent amongst us know that I wouldn’t have accepted anything but the power to change this company in return for my achievement.
Our apparent marriage of convenience was always an inevitability.
Perhaps you’ve come to understand this now, Andrew.
Perhaps not.
But the simple truth is, to bring about everything you and I have dreamed of, I simply had to sacrifice my incorrect illusions of Kelly Fox to ultimately benefit us all.
This weekend I intend to prove to the world that everything I have done has been the right thing and I will do it by showing everybody how two professionals can put on a show because we understand why we are here.
To entertain those who follow our product on a weekly basis.
I am the perfect villain and you are the poster boy hero, this weekend we will indulge the masses in their weekly theatre and we will demonstrate why the new breed of wrestler in NCW has as much right to their place in the sun as those who were lauded in the previous generations. This week we will prove that the change I have brought is tangible and everything this company needed.
You needn’t like me Andrew, hell you needn’t even respect me, but I plan on showing everyone why I became NCW World Champion in the first place by reminding them all of how it really happened.
Not by the hand of Kelly Fox.
Not by some dark malevolent forces beyond your control.
But by my exceptional in ring talents.
As Mike Laszlo finally earns his right to have a shot at me, which he will lose, I will continue to do what I have done since the first day I stepped foot in an NCW ring.
Entertain.
For all my shortcomings, at least in the eyes of the moral heavyweights, I never fail to show up week after week and leave people begging for more. My title reign is a blessing to NCW and everything I do has people talking about this company and when Trauma is over, they will all remember that Roberto Verona deserve to be known as the best in NCW. That he deserves to applauded for all he has sacrificed for the benefit of others.
That he deserves to be NCW World Champion.
Why now?
Ever since I, allegedly, stabbed everybody in the back and sold my soul to the devil everybody has been asking me “When will you face the music and let Andrew have a chance to right the wrongs of that night?”. Well, this weekend they get what they want, an opportunity to watch you enact some sort of overdue vengeance upon my sinful carcass.
Or, alternatively, they get to watch their dreams die at my hands.
Again.
Everybody seems keen to completely ignore that at the Road to the Gold I pinned you fair and square, I didn’t cheat, I didn’t mastermind some sort of diabolical plot. I just put you away for the three count. As per the norm people have allowed the proceeding events to completely cloud their memory of their night, but thankfully, even if you’re angry at why I turned my back on everything I stood for, allegedly, you haven’t bought into that spiteful recollection.
See, hard as it is for people to believe Andrew, I actually respect you. Hell, I respect you a damn sight more than even the fans who chant your name on a weekly basis and route for you as you chase whatever seemingly impossible dream you are honed in this month.
The fact is I know that this feigned inferiority people like to apply to you on a bi-weekly basis, depending on which side of their bed they got out of, the one with lots of belts or the one which is bare and brings up bitter memories, is a load of bull****. Grade A, pure, unadulterated bull****.
You pinned Xander Famularo, a man who has still not been pinned by anybody else since you won that match, despite repeated attempts, and a man who had only been pinned by me for the rest of the calendar year. You’ve held your own against some of the best this place has to offer and forgive me if I am not going to join the naivety parade and simply underestimate you, despite the fact that I got the better of you last time we met.
But then, you knew I would say that, didn’t you Andrew?
Deep down, you can scrap through all the **** that is slung at me and see the reality; that I will always respect an opponent who does his talking inside the ring, not just out of it. Despite Xander’s apparent change of heart last week about me due to my “corporate bullying” of his sexually ambivalent father, I still respect him as a competitor. Even though he and I may have settled our differences, I always respect Jake Conway even when he was plastering my face across the National Championship.
And I respect you because, despite the fact that I took away everything you worked your whole life to achieve, you fought honourably throughout and you don’t sit on your ass whining like a little bitch about it.
Compare that to quite literally every single other person I’ve had the misfortune of listening to drone on and on and on and…
You get the picture.
But just like you, I have swiftly learnt that no matter what you do, no matter how you do it or how many times you prove yourself, NCW’s Bitter Battalion will never cease its paranoid delusions about the credibility of the incumbent champion.
I literally lost count of how many people who vowed to be your superior and declared their intention to either deprive you of your belt or pleasure themselves watching whoever did. They all despised the notion that you could be considered better than them and begged for somebody with talent, charisma and a presence to take the world title away from you.
Cue me.
Yet, there’s just one problem, I’m not good enough either. Despite most guys falling over their own tongues to praise my multiple talents, now that I am actually the NCW World Champion they’re still not satisfied. Apparently I cheat too much and bring disdain to the world title or I am too cowardly to really deserve to be champion and quite frankly it just further proves to me that no matter who represents this company, there will be a number of guy who are simple never going be happy unless it’s them.
It doesn’t matter whether they are good enough, because apparently my months of consecutive dominance and hard work meant nothing purely because I became champion and sided with Kelly Fox. It doesn’t matter if they’ve earned, they should just be given title shot after title shot until they get a pity reign.
All that matters is that somebody else is champion and they aren’t.
I guess what defines us as champions is how we react to criticism, let’s face it, it’s currently in vogue to run my name through the dirt and perhaps I encourage it, but the simple fact is Alex Jones actually had one thing right.
I simply don’t give a **** what people think of me.
I am the NCW World Champion, I am the symbol of this company and its figurehead. When people want to discuss this federation they turn to me, I represent everybody else and my actions define how this business is portrayed in the wider media. All of this is because I am the best this company has to offer, I earned my world title and I damn well aint’ going to give it up because some people are upset at my methods.
You’ve stood in the face of extreme criticism since the moment you had the audacity to accept a title shot, even now your name is dragged through the mud purely because you got to El Dorado first. I’ve seen you ignore it and I’ve seen you rise to it.
Maybe it’s time to dirty up that boy scout image a little Andrew and simply stop caring what anybody thinks about you.
Perhaps you should start putting yourself first for once.
I did.
And I took your world title.
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A small light flickers in the garage of Roberto Verona as the NCW World Champion stands in the gloom next to a large clipboard as his girlfriend’s twin sister, Jessica Reed, sits behind a small table clutching a small pad of paper in one hand and a pen in the other. Verona quickly checks his watch before clearing his throat as Jessica sighs.
Is this really necessary?
Do you want to perfect your art and avoid becoming a permanent midcarder nobody every remembers?
Jessica shrugs.
I…I guess not.
Than be grateful. Now, let me welcome you to…
Verona flips the cover of the board over.
“Heel 101”.
But what if I don’t want to be a heel?
Roberto rolls his eyes.
You can’t be an effective face if you don’t understand how your opponent can help build support for you to make a feud effective. Come on Jess, this is basic stuff.
Yes, sir.
So, what do you think makes a good heel?
Jess ponders for a moment, mulling over her answer to make sure it isn’t wrong.
…..Be hateable?
Precisely, before we even go into detail, the most important thing about being a good heel is to be hateable. You’re not doing your job properly if anybody cheers you, you have to make sure every single person in that arena who has paid to see the show has paid to watch you get your ass handed to you.
Ok, so how do I make myself hateable?
Well if it was that simple Jessica, Todd Williams wouldn’t need to flip flop between allegiances on a thrice monthly basis would he?
Jessica raises an eyebrow.
Is this just an opportunity to perform some thinly veiled attacks on your detractors?
Absolutely not, if I want to tell anybody who has a problem with me where to shove their criticisms I’d march up to them and say it to their faces.
Roberto smiles.
Behind Lex of course.
Of course.
Anyway, step one on making yourself hateable. Change absolutely everything about you that people like.
Like my skimpy attire?
Exactly! If people like ogling you, start wearing baggy clothes. If people find your bubbly personality endearing, become a complete bitch. When I decided that my time as a face was done, I took up sides with the one person nobody would ever expect me to work with. I took everything that people loved about me and I turned it on its head, instead of being a cocky revolutionary now I praise the virtues of the corporation, instead of winning my matches cleanly despite being more than capable of doing so I find ways to cheat. If you do anything that people enjoy, stop doing it.
Well I guess that makes sense.
Be warned though, whilst doing everything in your power to take away everything likeable about you avoid falling into a very precarious pitfall; making people stop caring about you. There is a fine line between changing to wind people into a frenzy and simply making people stop liking you, the latter will lead to people not caring, you have to make these subtle changes wisely and make sure they are things that will enrage the crowd, not just swamp them in apathy.
Jessica begins to scribble down a few notes.
Got it.
Step Two, develop the right attitude. Nobody is going to boo you if you’re polite to everybody.
Isn’t that stating the obvious?
No. Being a complete and utter jerk alone isn’t enough to be hated, look at Alex Jones, they still cheer him despite the fact he spends every week mercilessly tearing into completely innocent people. We call this the Phoenix Anomoly, but it represents an important point. Simply being mean won’t make people hate you, you have to carry yourself in a certain manner with a degree of gravitas to be truly despised.
Like using words like “gravitas”?
Exactly. I don’t just use big words because I have an education, I do it because it makes me sound like a pompous jackass who sees himself as superior to everybody, even in my dialect.
Tell me about it.
Roberto ignores Jessica’s jibe and simply continues talking.
I use my vocabulary to display an attitude of complete superiority over my opponents, over the rest of the roster and over the crowd. It’s why I wear suits in the ring, why I flaunt my intelligence and why I constantly unravel anything people have to say about me. People can’t stand somebody who is smarter than them and knows it.
And what if you can’t rely on that?
Then simply develop an attitude that still portrays the fact that you think you’re better than everyone. I don’t cheat and show off because I can’t win matches cleanly; I do it because it displays my contempt for the quality of opponent I have to face and thus the spirit of competition. It’s subtle things like refusing to accept tags from people you want to portray as beneath you to draw heat or completely ignoring people’s criticisms because you already know best.
Like say….not wearing any make up because I already know I am more beautiful than anybody else and it also stops people perving over me?
Roberto smiles and nods.
See, you’re getting the jist of this.
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A small light flickers in the garage of Roberto Verona as the NCW World Champion stands in the gloom next to a large clipboard as his girlfriend’s twin sister, Jessica Reed, sits behind a small table clutching a small pad of paper in one hand and a pen in the other. Verona quickly checks his watch before clearing his throat as Jessica sighs.
Is this really necessary?
Do you want to perfect your art and avoid becoming a permanent midcarder nobody every remembers?
Jessica shrugs.
I…I guess not.
Than be grateful. Now, let me welcome you to…
Verona flips the cover of the board over.
“Heel 101”.
But what if I don’t want to be a heel?
Roberto rolls his eyes.
You can’t be an effective face if you don’t understand how your opponent can help build support for you to make a feud effective. Come on Jess, this is basic stuff.
Yes, sir.
So, what do you think makes a good heel?
Jess ponders for a moment, mulling over her answer to make sure it isn’t wrong.
…..Be hateable?
Precisely, before we even go into detail, the most important thing about being a good heel is to be hateable. You’re not doing your job properly if anybody cheers you, you have to make sure every single person in that arena who has paid to see the show has paid to watch you get your ass handed to you.
Ok, so how do I make myself hateable?
Well if it was that simple Jessica, Todd Williams wouldn’t need to flip flop between allegiances on a thrice monthly basis would he?
Jessica raises an eyebrow.
Is this just an opportunity to perform some thinly veiled attacks on your detractors?
Absolutely not, if I want to tell anybody who has a problem with me where to shove their criticisms I’d march up to them and say it to their faces.
Roberto smiles.
Behind Lex of course.
Of course.
Anyway, step one on making yourself hateable. Change absolutely everything about you that people like.
Like my skimpy attire?
Exactly! If people like ogling you, start wearing baggy clothes. If people find your bubbly personality endearing, become a complete bitch. When I decided that my time as a face was done, I took up sides with the one person nobody would ever expect me to work with. I took everything that people loved about me and I turned it on its head, instead of being a cocky revolutionary now I praise the virtues of the corporation, instead of winning my matches cleanly despite being more than capable of doing so I find ways to cheat. If you do anything that people enjoy, stop doing it.
Well I guess that makes sense.
Be warned though, whilst doing everything in your power to take away everything likeable about you avoid falling into a very precarious pitfall; making people stop caring about you. There is a fine line between changing to wind people into a frenzy and simply making people stop liking you, the latter will lead to people not caring, you have to make these subtle changes wisely and make sure they are things that will enrage the crowd, not just swamp them in apathy.
Jessica begins to scribble down a few notes.
Got it.
Step Two, develop the right attitude. Nobody is going to boo you if you’re polite to everybody.
Isn’t that stating the obvious?
No. Being a complete and utter jerk alone isn’t enough to be hated, look at Alex Jones, they still cheer him despite the fact he spends every week mercilessly tearing into completely innocent people. We call this the Phoenix Anomoly, but it represents an important point. Simply being mean won’t make people hate you, you have to carry yourself in a certain manner with a degree of gravitas to be truly despised.
Like using words like “gravitas”?
Exactly. I don’t just use big words because I have an education, I do it because it makes me sound like a pompous jackass who sees himself as superior to everybody, even in my dialect.
Tell me about it.
Roberto ignores Jessica’s jibe and simply continues talking.
I use my vocabulary to display an attitude of complete superiority over my opponents, over the rest of the roster and over the crowd. It’s why I wear suits in the ring, why I flaunt my intelligence and why I constantly unravel anything people have to say about me. People can’t stand somebody who is smarter than them and knows it.
And what if you can’t rely on that?
Then simply develop an attitude that still portrays the fact that you think you’re better than everyone. I don’t cheat and show off because I can’t win matches cleanly; I do it because it displays my contempt for the quality of opponent I have to face and thus the spirit of competition. It’s subtle things like refusing to accept tags from people you want to portray as beneath you to draw heat or completely ignoring people’s criticisms because you already know best.
Like say….not wearing any make up because I already know I am more beautiful than anybody else and it also stops people perving over me?
Roberto smiles and nods.
See, you’re getting the jist of this.
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I promised change.
Welcome to a direct consequence of that evolution this week when the so called B-Show enjoys a main event worthy of any pay-per-view. I could have taken this week off, simply watched the rest of the guys bust their asses backstage in a nice comfy office with the CEO of NCW and enjoyed myself.
Yet, thanks to my dedication, I have opted to step inside that ring and entertain you all like I do every single week and because I am not obsessed with the spotlight, I’ve even chosen to raise the profile of an element of our product to benefit the rest of you.
Others would have simply picked up their paycheque and crawled back to whatever hell hole they came from to waste it on some fruitless endeavour.
But not me.
Not your NCW World Champion.
I had entrusted the mission of raising Trauma’s profile to my good friend The Ace in recent weeks, but this time I’ve decided to get my own hands dirty, yet again, and to delve my way back into the trenches, even though I apparently turned my back on everyone in this company. Everyone sees change differently but you cannot argue with the facts.
You have a new World Champion, a new National Champion, a new Starlets Champion and a new X-Champion alongside the single most dominant tag team in company history who have inspired many others to unite to deprive them of those belts.
The old guard of Falcon, Angel, Steve Awesome, Rob Diamond, Spike Kane and their ilk have rode off into the sunset and well out of the main event and the new blood have risen to take up the mantle, to replace those who they claimed were strangling the spotlight for their own gratification.
Ratings are at an all-time high and buy rates continue to increase thanks to the hard work of the beautiful Kelly Fox, the savy Adam Knite and the tireless endeavour of yours truly, to the benefit of all employees who enjoy the fruits of our continued labour, as well as those who have yet to find their way to the main roster.
I brought change, just like I promised, and this week I will celebrate everything that has come with it by reminiscing on the moment that I saw all of my dreams culminate.
Roberto Verona v Andrew Jacobsen will always symbolise the start of a new dawn for New Championship Wrestling, because it was the moment that all that talk of tangible evolution became a reality and you played your part as much as I did, Andrew.
Simply removing the belt from Xander and siding with Kelly would never have had the same impact as severing it from you. The fact is if I had beaten any man who can be accused of being under the control of Kelly Fox, the proceeding events would have always been perceived a well construed plot that was constructed well before the bell ever rang.
By beating you, Andrew, I proved to the world that my victory wasn’t bought by the CEO of this company, it was earned with blood, sweat and tears. I took all that pent up rage against authority and I mounted the top of the great peak which few men have ever tread upon and I did it my way against a man who believes in change just as much as I.
Then I cemented that legacy of change by forming an alliance with the only person in this company truly capable of facilitating the change required.
It wasn’t about the money or the fame or the prestige. It was about ensuring that everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve wouldn’t be pissed away in a tit for tat war that diluted the very purpose of my rise to the top of this company.
We all know that Kelly Fox would never have stood for a champion like me and the intelligent amongst us know that I wouldn’t have accepted anything but the power to change this company in return for my achievement.
Our apparent marriage of convenience was always an inevitability.
Perhaps you’ve come to understand this now, Andrew.
Perhaps not.
But the simple truth is, to bring about everything you and I have dreamed of, I simply had to sacrifice my incorrect illusions of Kelly Fox to ultimately benefit us all.
This weekend I intend to prove to the world that everything I have done has been the right thing and I will do it by showing everybody how two professionals can put on a show because we understand why we are here.
To entertain those who follow our product on a weekly basis.
I am the perfect villain and you are the poster boy hero, this weekend we will indulge the masses in their weekly theatre and we will demonstrate why the new breed of wrestler in NCW has as much right to their place in the sun as those who were lauded in the previous generations. This week we will prove that the change I have brought is tangible and everything this company needed.
You needn’t like me Andrew, hell you needn’t even respect me, but I plan on showing everyone why I became NCW World Champion in the first place by reminding them all of how it really happened.
Not by the hand of Kelly Fox.
Not by some dark malevolent forces beyond your control.
But by my exceptional in ring talents.
As Mike Laszlo finally earns his right to have a shot at me, which he will lose, I will continue to do what I have done since the first day I stepped foot in an NCW ring.
Entertain.
For all my shortcomings, at least in the eyes of the moral heavyweights, I never fail to show up week after week and leave people begging for more. My title reign is a blessing to NCW and everything I do has people talking about this company and when Trauma is over, they will all remember that Roberto Verona deserve to be known as the best in NCW. That he deserves to applauded for all he has sacrificed for the benefit of others.
That he deserves to be NCW World Champion.