Post by Atreyu on Feb 24, 2010 6:27:12 GMT -6
Principles.
Last week Nelly did something that kind of hurt me, it left me feeling a little betrayed. He demanded that Rob Diamond book us in an Xtreme Rules match, against each other. In an attempt to teach me a lesson, a lesson that I was unwilling to learn. However we went through with it, the guy I like to think of as my best friend was going to teach me that to fight against people who use weapons, I’d need to learn to use weapons.
I disagree.
People were in an uproar when I kicked the chair into Chris Cobain’s face, just like I did to Nelly’s last Sunday Night. The difference is, I kicked Chris to inflict pain to cause blood to flow. I kicked Nelly to win the match to prove my point and to teach Nelly a lesson of my own. If you people really think that was “Xtreme” then I’ve clearly come to the wrong place. I’ve clearly come to the watered down federation…the matches that I have seen, the bloodshed, the carnage in this very federation…
sickens me.
But I don’t force me view upon people, besides of course killing the Xtreme Title. That was a needed sacrifice, to show the people of this world and this federation exactly what I stand for. That I am a legit competitor and I’m not a joke. I’ve asked people to see things from my side, I’ve asked people to sympathize and maybe even join my cause, but I have never forced anybody to do anything, anything that is, except wrestle.
That’s all I ask, week in and week out. I ask for my opponents to give me the best they have, I ask them to raise their game and help me show to the world that wrestling is becoming what it once was. That honor, pride and respect have returned to our beloved industry, and guess what?
Only one person has said no.
Chris Cobain. When was the last time we saw him?
Oh, that’s right. Once he was defeated he tucked tail and ran, because he finally saw himself for what the rest of us already saw. A fake, a fraud….a loser. He, in my eyes stood for exactly what the era of Xtreme is. Now look at him, does anybody care? Did anybody even give a rat’s ass when he walked out of this federation never to return again?
No, just like the era of Xtreme.
I hold the Honor Championship, and nobody has complained that it is no longer the Xtreme Championship. The only complaint I hear, is from a washed up coward hiding behind the smokescreen of a TV Show trying to take credit for something I did. Well, there’s only thing I can say to that, and it’s the same thing I’ll say to any challenger, just like this week with Nelly and Ricky.
Phillip Burns.
You want it?
Come get it!
Last week Nelly did something that kind of hurt me, it left me feeling a little betrayed. He demanded that Rob Diamond book us in an Xtreme Rules match, against each other. In an attempt to teach me a lesson, a lesson that I was unwilling to learn. However we went through with it, the guy I like to think of as my best friend was going to teach me that to fight against people who use weapons, I’d need to learn to use weapons.
I disagree.
People were in an uproar when I kicked the chair into Chris Cobain’s face, just like I did to Nelly’s last Sunday Night. The difference is, I kicked Chris to inflict pain to cause blood to flow. I kicked Nelly to win the match to prove my point and to teach Nelly a lesson of my own. If you people really think that was “Xtreme” then I’ve clearly come to the wrong place. I’ve clearly come to the watered down federation…the matches that I have seen, the bloodshed, the carnage in this very federation…
sickens me.
But I don’t force me view upon people, besides of course killing the Xtreme Title. That was a needed sacrifice, to show the people of this world and this federation exactly what I stand for. That I am a legit competitor and I’m not a joke. I’ve asked people to see things from my side, I’ve asked people to sympathize and maybe even join my cause, but I have never forced anybody to do anything, anything that is, except wrestle.
That’s all I ask, week in and week out. I ask for my opponents to give me the best they have, I ask them to raise their game and help me show to the world that wrestling is becoming what it once was. That honor, pride and respect have returned to our beloved industry, and guess what?
Only one person has said no.
Chris Cobain. When was the last time we saw him?
Oh, that’s right. Once he was defeated he tucked tail and ran, because he finally saw himself for what the rest of us already saw. A fake, a fraud….a loser. He, in my eyes stood for exactly what the era of Xtreme is. Now look at him, does anybody care? Did anybody even give a rat’s ass when he walked out of this federation never to return again?
No, just like the era of Xtreme.
I hold the Honor Championship, and nobody has complained that it is no longer the Xtreme Championship. The only complaint I hear, is from a washed up coward hiding behind the smokescreen of a TV Show trying to take credit for something I did. Well, there’s only thing I can say to that, and it’s the same thing I’ll say to any challenger, just like this week with Nelly and Ricky.
Phillip Burns.
You want it?
Come get it!
Open up now to the locker room area of the nCw Arena for Crossroads. We can see our Champion of Honor Atreyu finished packing his things into his locker. Dressed in a casual “Atreyu” band/nCw mesh t-shirt and some baggy cargo pants. He pulls an nCw Crossroads cap over his hair backwards and turns around to see the camera, and Spike Kane standing there.
Spike: Where you going?
Atreyu: To talk to Nelly.
Spike: I thought Chad Lights did your interviews?
Atreyu sighs as he turns to face Spike.
Atreyu: Come on man, enough of this crap.
Spike: What crap?
Atreyu: Nelly Angel is a wrestler. A wres-all-errr!
Spike: Since when?
Atreyu: Since for ages!
Spike: Why did nobody tell me?
Atreyu: We did!
Spike: …erm, I think I’d remember somebody telling me that my old interviewer is now a wrestler.
Atreyu: You…I…..ARGH!!!
Atreyu throws a little mini tantrum, trying to get over the frustration of Spike’s ignorance. He looks at Spike, shakes his head and walks out of the locker room. Spike looks back confused and shrugs shouting after Atreyu.
Spike: What did I say!?
However we don’t stay with Spike instead we follow Atreyu down the corridor he seems to be walking somewhere with intent.
I’ll find Nelly and tell him how his actions have hurt me, how betrayed I feel….even if I am a little happy to be getting in the ring with him again. Not Ricky Johnson though…..he’s a tool….
Atreyu rounds a corner where suddenly almost like a Disney cartoon the smell of Nelly’s BBQ hits his nose. His eyes widen and his mouth beings to salivate.
Aha! That’s where I’ll find him!
Atreyu moves towards the parking lot, eventually moving fast enough to call it a slow jog. As he gets to the doors he spots several people now standing outside eating and drinking and having a gay old time. He cocks his head however and can’t see Nelly. He goes to the nearest person.
Atreyu: Hey excuse me, have you seen Nelly Angel?
The man isn’t dressed very well and almost snaps at Atreyu as if he was going to steal his burger.
Jimmy Turner:: MINE! BACK OFF! My hard earned burger. It was dropped on the floor and got kicked into someone’s piss puddle, it broke the five second rules BUT it didn’t break the ten second rule!
Close up on Jimmy shoving the mangled horrible burger into your mouth. It’s the kind of horrible image you’d expect from Ren and Stimpy or some Earthworm Jim. Atreyu turns around in disgust and approaches another man near him, he’s big hairy, bald, and white. Atreyu taps him on the shoulder.
Atreyu: Excuse me, I’m looking for-
The man turns around. The hair, the facial piercings, the whole “big gay bear” look. You guessed it, it’s the man formerly known as Prince Albert….A-Train:! Atreyu stops and looks confused.
Atreyu: What are you doing here?
A-Train:: Mr Angel invited me.
Atreyu: Ummm are you sure?
A-Train:. Yes. I see’d it on dee televisions…
Atryeu: Errrr I think he was talking to me.
A-Train:: Are you A-Train: too?
Atreyu: No I’m Atreyu.
A-Train:: But Mr Angel said A-Train:, not Atreyu.
Atreyu: Yeah, apparently my name is hard to say.
A-Train:: I can say it….see…Ah-tre-you.
Atreyu: Thank you!
There’s a moment of awkward silence between the two as the conversation dies out. They shuffle their feet a little as they try to thing of something else to say.
A-Train:: So is Nelly stupid?
Atreyu: No. I mean…I don’t think so. I think he thinks it’s funny.
A-Train:: Why is A-Train: funny?
Atreyu: Oh…umm….no reason…
The two share another awkward silence. Atreyu smiles as he turns away and whispers under his breath.
Atreyu: God dammit Nelly…..
Just at that moment Randy Angel comes bursting out through the doors with a huge foam dome and what seems to be a home made beer bong, except it’s not beer it’s straight vodka and whiskey. Stumbling around and looking happy as a pig in sh*t he easily disrupts the BBQ.
Randy: Wooo!! Yeeeeaaahh!! Nelly’s gone to the store to get more food. Gives me free drinking time!!
Atreyu: Oh man, this is almost as bad as Ricky Johnson showing up…..damn, where the hell is Nelly!?
Atreyu turns to try and slink off away from the scene before Randy sees him, but Randy is too caught up celebrating and drinking. Fade out on a very drunken Randy Angel.
“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”