Post by Hannah Reed on May 4, 2013 8:57:58 GMT -6
Finally.
A legend I can actually respect.
It is a long time, no speak, Spike, regrettably our reunion is inevitably to be a violent one. Nevertheless, it is good to see around here once again, old friend, although I’d much rather shake your hand than drop you with a clenched fist.
But that’s the business we got ourselves into.
You’re correct, Spike, this little legend’s challenge is all about keeping me sharp to ensure I don’t just walk out arrogantly on May 19th and get embarrassed and leave on a severely sour note. They always say that to be the best, you have to beat the best and, Alex Jones sticking his nose in aside, I plan precisely to do that. I beat Rob Diamond, even though he was pretty sure he couldn’t possibly lose and last week I would have beaten Gibford Famularo.
Admittedly, I’ve beaten you before, but the simple fact is you represent a dying breed in this company.
You’re one of the first elite who built this place up from the ground and beyond perhaps Lance Ryan who is more fitting to represent that generation in my path to the big match? You’re a symbol of a generation that everybody looks back to with nostalgic glee and re-watch on YouTube time and time again and this is my gift to you, one last hurrah on the grandest stage against the best of the new generation.
Granted, being punched in the face repeatedly may not seem like a gift to many people, but I know you’ll enjoy every second of it.
But, I digress.
I fully expect you to bring your very best this weekend, because contrary to popular belief, that is what you do week in, week out whenever you’re booked to compete in this company. Some people are quite willing to describe you as flaky, or go as far as to say you’re a whiney little bitch who, but I view it differently.
Passion.
You didn’t sit around accepting mediocrity, you voiced your dissatisfaction whilst battling against terrible demons and hey, maybe you didn’t handle it very well but at least you cared enough to always want the best for yourself and for the company. A few here could learn from that instead of letting the apathy set in and just plodding along at a pedestrian pace whilst being happy with achieving nothing.
I could be incredibly critical of you Spike, let’s face it, you’ve done enough things with rash stupidity during your time here, but I know that no matter what, you do your very best.
That is why you and I gravitated towards friendship during my early days here. You and I always, regardless of our personal lives, give our all outside in that ring and hero or villain I know that everybody appreciates the effort we give.
I am glad that you’re proud of me, there are few men in this company that I truly respect. Jake Conway, the Famularo’s and Adam Knite. You’re in auspicious company.
However, pride, friendship, none of it matters this weekend. I will use all of it to engineer your downfall, I will exploit every weakness I know you have and I will show no remorse for doing so.
I lost my first match since mid-September last week, granted there were extenuating circumstances, but I won’t make too many excuses, I’ve benefitted from devious means time and time again, it had to backfire eventually. I cannot allow myself to slip into a slump at the final hurdle, this week I simply have to win not only to prove a point that I am more than deserving of being considered in the same bracket as men like you but also to keep my momentum going into the biggest night of my life.
I’ve held this belt for an unprecedented length of time but the simple fact is that if I lay down and die to afford somebody else their moment none of it will matter.
All that will be remembered in my final chapter in this company is failure and I do not accept that.
So this week we will go to war, we will do things to one another than people who claim to be friends should never do and at the end of it I fully plan to extend my hand in commiserations to you Spike. You may see this is as a big final chance to make an impact in the company you built your name in, but I see this as another opportunity to show the world that I am the best wrestler in this company today.
My path has a definitive ending, one which will be concluded in two weeks’ time on the biggest night in this company’s history.
This week is about righting the wrongs of last and showing everybody that no matter what Alex tries to do to me he simply will not be capable of infecting my psyche and plunging me into a pit of self-doubt, that I can quickly recover rather than fester in a slow demise which renders the end of my reign a distinct possibility.
You’re right.
I did raise the prestige of this belt back to the heights it once occupied because I am a special talent, I wear it with pride and I am delighted to represent this company and all of those who came before me with class and dignity. I have superseded everyone’s expectations and pushed the boundaries to ensure that people never forget who I am.
The best.
There isn’t anybody else contracted today who had the drive to achieve what I have, I have dedicated hours of my life to New Championship Wrestling, blood, sweat and tears and I don’t care what it takes.
I will have my final moment in the limelight.
Good luck this week, Spike. You’re in for the fight of your life.
Is this what you wanted?
Congratulations.
You’ve got my attention now, Alex.
How cute it is that you’re so insecure with your own ability and desperate to be in the spotlight that you decide to land a cheapshot on me on my big night. Well, guess what Alex, I’ve heard you loud and clear and I guarantee to everyone listening to me speak that not only will I close this company as the only ever undefeated NCW World Champion.
I am going to ruin your big moment.
I was never averse to you getting your shot, Alex, hell I even took the time to commend you for coming out of one of the most daunting and punishing matches on the wrestling calendar, yet you still feel the need to make this all about you.
How quaint.
I’ll admit, I didn’t see it coming, at least not so soon. I expected you try something stupid eventually, that is just your nature, but I thought that Alex Jones, the master of the melodramatic, would wait until a far bigger stage to piss me off and shift my focus on to ensuring you never get your moment in the sun.
Perhaps I overestimated your intelligence.
If this is the method by which you have chosen to conduct business for the remainder of New Championship Wrestling, then so be it. If you want to fight dirty, I will fight dirtier. If you want to outwit me, I will always be on step ahead. You’re getting into something you’re incapable of being able to be competitive in, I am more devious than you, I am smarter than you and more importantly…
I am just better than you.
Every time you and I have crossed paths, there has only been one of us walking away with our heads held high and pride puffing out our chests and here is a hint, Alex, it isn’t you. I have consistently demonstrated that I am a better wrestler than you are and this pattern isn’t going to change come May 19th.
There isn’t anything you can do to change that.
No matter how many time you attack me when my back is turned, no matter how much you run your mouth and no matter how much everybody wants to see one last golden moment to close the big show and send everyone home with a fuzzy feeling there is only one inevitable conclusion to this little charade we are playing.
You laying on your back, staring at the spotlights without a Knite or a Fox in sight for you to blame for your inability to get the job done.
Only this time, there won’t be a second, third, fourth or even fifth chance to correct the monumental **** ups you’ve been a part of, when you fail this time you will never be able to erase it from your memory. I know that the biggest regret you have in your career is failing to capture the belt that wraps so fittingly around my waist, but the only thing you’ll be leaving with is more of the same.
I know how talented you are, Alex.
I wouldn’t dream of standing here and trying to pretend, like you have often done so when you dislike somebody, that you are devoid of talent. I know the threat you pose to my title reign, but the simple fact is that no matter what you may be capable of, I know I am capable of so much more.
People like to run me down, to pretend that in the great scheme of things I am just one of the second bests, firmly behind the “big boys” who are lauded regardless of their complete lack of success for years upon years, but the simple fact is that I can beat anybody in this federation, even when everybody believe that it isn’t possible.
I consistently overcome the odds because real class always floats to the top of the broth eventually.
So do your worst, Alex, there isn’t anything you can do that will change the result at A Night to Remember, you can break my back and I’ll still roll down that ramp to kick your ass and complete my mission to end my career here on top, not on my ass wondering where it all went wrong.
Just remember, that if you play with fire, you will get burned.
We will put on a show that eclipses any other main event in the history of this company, Alex, I have no doubt of that but if you genuinely think I am going to relinquish my title to you at A Night to Remember you’re more deluded than I ever gave you credit for.
I’ve worked too hard to give up my legacy for the sake of building yours and giving everybody the fairy tale ending where the giant is vanquished by the valiant hero who has strived his whole career to achieve his dream.
A Night to Remember is not about you, no matter how much you think it should be.
It is about the history of this company and as the figurehead of the final chapter it is my duty to end it the way it should be, by standing tall and proudly holding aloft the most important title in this company and giving everybody the performance of a real champion.
Not fulfilling your purported destiny for a cheap pop.
The game is on, I just hope you’re ready for what you’ve started.
A legend I can actually respect.
It is a long time, no speak, Spike, regrettably our reunion is inevitably to be a violent one. Nevertheless, it is good to see around here once again, old friend, although I’d much rather shake your hand than drop you with a clenched fist.
But that’s the business we got ourselves into.
You’re correct, Spike, this little legend’s challenge is all about keeping me sharp to ensure I don’t just walk out arrogantly on May 19th and get embarrassed and leave on a severely sour note. They always say that to be the best, you have to beat the best and, Alex Jones sticking his nose in aside, I plan precisely to do that. I beat Rob Diamond, even though he was pretty sure he couldn’t possibly lose and last week I would have beaten Gibford Famularo.
Admittedly, I’ve beaten you before, but the simple fact is you represent a dying breed in this company.
You’re one of the first elite who built this place up from the ground and beyond perhaps Lance Ryan who is more fitting to represent that generation in my path to the big match? You’re a symbol of a generation that everybody looks back to with nostalgic glee and re-watch on YouTube time and time again and this is my gift to you, one last hurrah on the grandest stage against the best of the new generation.
Granted, being punched in the face repeatedly may not seem like a gift to many people, but I know you’ll enjoy every second of it.
But, I digress.
I fully expect you to bring your very best this weekend, because contrary to popular belief, that is what you do week in, week out whenever you’re booked to compete in this company. Some people are quite willing to describe you as flaky, or go as far as to say you’re a whiney little bitch who, but I view it differently.
Passion.
You didn’t sit around accepting mediocrity, you voiced your dissatisfaction whilst battling against terrible demons and hey, maybe you didn’t handle it very well but at least you cared enough to always want the best for yourself and for the company. A few here could learn from that instead of letting the apathy set in and just plodding along at a pedestrian pace whilst being happy with achieving nothing.
I could be incredibly critical of you Spike, let’s face it, you’ve done enough things with rash stupidity during your time here, but I know that no matter what, you do your very best.
That is why you and I gravitated towards friendship during my early days here. You and I always, regardless of our personal lives, give our all outside in that ring and hero or villain I know that everybody appreciates the effort we give.
I am glad that you’re proud of me, there are few men in this company that I truly respect. Jake Conway, the Famularo’s and Adam Knite. You’re in auspicious company.
However, pride, friendship, none of it matters this weekend. I will use all of it to engineer your downfall, I will exploit every weakness I know you have and I will show no remorse for doing so.
I lost my first match since mid-September last week, granted there were extenuating circumstances, but I won’t make too many excuses, I’ve benefitted from devious means time and time again, it had to backfire eventually. I cannot allow myself to slip into a slump at the final hurdle, this week I simply have to win not only to prove a point that I am more than deserving of being considered in the same bracket as men like you but also to keep my momentum going into the biggest night of my life.
I’ve held this belt for an unprecedented length of time but the simple fact is that if I lay down and die to afford somebody else their moment none of it will matter.
All that will be remembered in my final chapter in this company is failure and I do not accept that.
So this week we will go to war, we will do things to one another than people who claim to be friends should never do and at the end of it I fully plan to extend my hand in commiserations to you Spike. You may see this is as a big final chance to make an impact in the company you built your name in, but I see this as another opportunity to show the world that I am the best wrestler in this company today.
My path has a definitive ending, one which will be concluded in two weeks’ time on the biggest night in this company’s history.
This week is about righting the wrongs of last and showing everybody that no matter what Alex tries to do to me he simply will not be capable of infecting my psyche and plunging me into a pit of self-doubt, that I can quickly recover rather than fester in a slow demise which renders the end of my reign a distinct possibility.
You’re right.
I did raise the prestige of this belt back to the heights it once occupied because I am a special talent, I wear it with pride and I am delighted to represent this company and all of those who came before me with class and dignity. I have superseded everyone’s expectations and pushed the boundaries to ensure that people never forget who I am.
The best.
There isn’t anybody else contracted today who had the drive to achieve what I have, I have dedicated hours of my life to New Championship Wrestling, blood, sweat and tears and I don’t care what it takes.
I will have my final moment in the limelight.
Good luck this week, Spike. You’re in for the fight of your life.
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A light flickers in the corner of a locker room as Roberto Verona sits in solitude, a towel clutched to his skull as blood seeps through his clutched fingers. He closes his eyes for a moment, mulling over the nights events and the recent days until Hannah emerges from the showers, a towel wrapped around her head and a tracksuit clinging tightly to her half dried skin. She tilts her head curiously, looking straight at Roberto.
Are you ok?
Verona turns and opens his eyes.
Yes.
Really? You’ve been off since last weekend.
I am fine…it was just the whole Alex thing.
If you say so.
Hannah shrugs as she begins to dry her hair.
What is that supposed to mean?
I’ve been around you when you’ve lost matches before, you don’t tend to be all that phased by it, especially when there was a dirty finish.
I don’t always lose to a pensioner.
Hannah rolls her eyes.
Seriously, what is the matter with you?
Can we not talk about it?
I just want to help…
If you knew what was bothering me, trust me, you’d not be all that concerned with comforting me…
Suddenly she stops in her tracks, looking at Roberto with a clear confusion.
What?
It doesn’t matter, just forget I ever said anything. It is best you do.
Hannah places her hands on her hips, her patience clearly wearing thin.
You’re being a real jerk, do you know that?
I’m sorry, Hannah. I have a lot on my mind.
Whatever, let me know when you’ve untwisted your panties. I’ve got jobs to be taking care of for the takeover, something I thought you’d care about.
Hanna turns and slams the door behind her, the sound ringing through Roberto’s ears as he hold a towel to the cut on his head. Suddenly the door creaks back open, though the hope in his heart soon sinks as Isabella slinks through the door.
Great, just what I need.
Nice to see you too.
What do you want, Isabella?
You don’t want me to answer that.
Hilarious.
I believe we had a deal, well, you sealed your end of the bargain and now I can seal mine.
I’m listening.
I managed to, persuade, a few shareholders to sell their shares to you.
How many?
Isabella leands forward, her cleavage in clear view, as she slides a piece of paper into Roberto’s jacket pocket.
10%, and trust me I worked very, very, hard for those. Pretending I am interested in old men isn’t the best way to spend an evening.
So I’m up to 35%? I suppose you’re not entirely a pain in the ass after all.
Hey, you’re the one who willingly came to my room, don’t take it out on me.
Suddenly, Verona cuts in abruptly.
Is that everything?
Yes…unless you’re willing to go for round two…
Roberto shakes his head.
Hannah is already suspicious enough.
Well, if you want my help you’re going to have to pay the price.
I can’t keep doing this, it isn’t fair to be sneaking around.
Can you afford not to?
No...but that isn’t the point, she deserves better.
Isabella leans forward, running a hand seductively through Roberto’s blood sodden hair.
And you deserve your slice of the pie, you’ve worked hard for it, what’s a little more sacrifice in the grand scheme of things…
Roberto sighs.
OK, one last time, but in return, I want more shares.
Then you’re going to have to increase the price…
Isabella kisses Roberto on the cheek before pulling away.
You know where to find me.
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A light flickers in the corner of a locker room as Roberto Verona sits in solitude, a towel clutched to his skull as blood seeps through his clutched fingers. He closes his eyes for a moment, mulling over the nights events and the recent days until Hannah emerges from the showers, a towel wrapped around her head and a tracksuit clinging tightly to her half dried skin. She tilts her head curiously, looking straight at Roberto.
Are you ok?
Verona turns and opens his eyes.
Yes.
Really? You’ve been off since last weekend.
I am fine…it was just the whole Alex thing.
If you say so.
Hannah shrugs as she begins to dry her hair.
What is that supposed to mean?
I’ve been around you when you’ve lost matches before, you don’t tend to be all that phased by it, especially when there was a dirty finish.
I don’t always lose to a pensioner.
Hannah rolls her eyes.
Seriously, what is the matter with you?
Can we not talk about it?
I just want to help…
If you knew what was bothering me, trust me, you’d not be all that concerned with comforting me…
Suddenly she stops in her tracks, looking at Roberto with a clear confusion.
What?
It doesn’t matter, just forget I ever said anything. It is best you do.
Hannah places her hands on her hips, her patience clearly wearing thin.
You’re being a real jerk, do you know that?
I’m sorry, Hannah. I have a lot on my mind.
Whatever, let me know when you’ve untwisted your panties. I’ve got jobs to be taking care of for the takeover, something I thought you’d care about.
Hanna turns and slams the door behind her, the sound ringing through Roberto’s ears as he hold a towel to the cut on his head. Suddenly the door creaks back open, though the hope in his heart soon sinks as Isabella slinks through the door.
Great, just what I need.
Nice to see you too.
What do you want, Isabella?
You don’t want me to answer that.
Hilarious.
I believe we had a deal, well, you sealed your end of the bargain and now I can seal mine.
I’m listening.
I managed to, persuade, a few shareholders to sell their shares to you.
How many?
Isabella leands forward, her cleavage in clear view, as she slides a piece of paper into Roberto’s jacket pocket.
10%, and trust me I worked very, very, hard for those. Pretending I am interested in old men isn’t the best way to spend an evening.
So I’m up to 35%? I suppose you’re not entirely a pain in the ass after all.
Hey, you’re the one who willingly came to my room, don’t take it out on me.
Suddenly, Verona cuts in abruptly.
Is that everything?
Yes…unless you’re willing to go for round two…
Roberto shakes his head.
Hannah is already suspicious enough.
Well, if you want my help you’re going to have to pay the price.
I can’t keep doing this, it isn’t fair to be sneaking around.
Can you afford not to?
No...but that isn’t the point, she deserves better.
Isabella leans forward, running a hand seductively through Roberto’s blood sodden hair.
And you deserve your slice of the pie, you’ve worked hard for it, what’s a little more sacrifice in the grand scheme of things…
Roberto sighs.
OK, one last time, but in return, I want more shares.
Then you’re going to have to increase the price…
Isabella kisses Roberto on the cheek before pulling away.
You know where to find me.
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Is this what you wanted?
Congratulations.
You’ve got my attention now, Alex.
How cute it is that you’re so insecure with your own ability and desperate to be in the spotlight that you decide to land a cheapshot on me on my big night. Well, guess what Alex, I’ve heard you loud and clear and I guarantee to everyone listening to me speak that not only will I close this company as the only ever undefeated NCW World Champion.
I am going to ruin your big moment.
I was never averse to you getting your shot, Alex, hell I even took the time to commend you for coming out of one of the most daunting and punishing matches on the wrestling calendar, yet you still feel the need to make this all about you.
How quaint.
I’ll admit, I didn’t see it coming, at least not so soon. I expected you try something stupid eventually, that is just your nature, but I thought that Alex Jones, the master of the melodramatic, would wait until a far bigger stage to piss me off and shift my focus on to ensuring you never get your moment in the sun.
Perhaps I overestimated your intelligence.
If this is the method by which you have chosen to conduct business for the remainder of New Championship Wrestling, then so be it. If you want to fight dirty, I will fight dirtier. If you want to outwit me, I will always be on step ahead. You’re getting into something you’re incapable of being able to be competitive in, I am more devious than you, I am smarter than you and more importantly…
I am just better than you.
Every time you and I have crossed paths, there has only been one of us walking away with our heads held high and pride puffing out our chests and here is a hint, Alex, it isn’t you. I have consistently demonstrated that I am a better wrestler than you are and this pattern isn’t going to change come May 19th.
There isn’t anything you can do to change that.
No matter how many time you attack me when my back is turned, no matter how much you run your mouth and no matter how much everybody wants to see one last golden moment to close the big show and send everyone home with a fuzzy feeling there is only one inevitable conclusion to this little charade we are playing.
You laying on your back, staring at the spotlights without a Knite or a Fox in sight for you to blame for your inability to get the job done.
Only this time, there won’t be a second, third, fourth or even fifth chance to correct the monumental **** ups you’ve been a part of, when you fail this time you will never be able to erase it from your memory. I know that the biggest regret you have in your career is failing to capture the belt that wraps so fittingly around my waist, but the only thing you’ll be leaving with is more of the same.
I know how talented you are, Alex.
I wouldn’t dream of standing here and trying to pretend, like you have often done so when you dislike somebody, that you are devoid of talent. I know the threat you pose to my title reign, but the simple fact is that no matter what you may be capable of, I know I am capable of so much more.
People like to run me down, to pretend that in the great scheme of things I am just one of the second bests, firmly behind the “big boys” who are lauded regardless of their complete lack of success for years upon years, but the simple fact is that I can beat anybody in this federation, even when everybody believe that it isn’t possible.
I consistently overcome the odds because real class always floats to the top of the broth eventually.
So do your worst, Alex, there isn’t anything you can do that will change the result at A Night to Remember, you can break my back and I’ll still roll down that ramp to kick your ass and complete my mission to end my career here on top, not on my ass wondering where it all went wrong.
Just remember, that if you play with fire, you will get burned.
We will put on a show that eclipses any other main event in the history of this company, Alex, I have no doubt of that but if you genuinely think I am going to relinquish my title to you at A Night to Remember you’re more deluded than I ever gave you credit for.
I’ve worked too hard to give up my legacy for the sake of building yours and giving everybody the fairy tale ending where the giant is vanquished by the valiant hero who has strived his whole career to achieve his dream.
A Night to Remember is not about you, no matter how much you think it should be.
It is about the history of this company and as the figurehead of the final chapter it is my duty to end it the way it should be, by standing tall and proudly holding aloft the most important title in this company and giving everybody the performance of a real champion.
Not fulfilling your purported destiny for a cheap pop.
The game is on, I just hope you’re ready for what you’ve started.