Post by Ricky Johnson on Feb 27, 2010 23:52:36 GMT -6
Location: (No longer on a boat) Johnson Mansion gym.
Time: 3:11pm
{Ricky sits on the top turnbuckle of his replica nCw ring. His hands rest on the ropes, his eyes pan over the room. He looks in deep thought.}
Ricky - In just a little under 24 hours, I'll be stepping into a ring similar to this one, in a quest to make nCw history once again.
{A brief pause}
Ricky - I should take a moment to really size up my oppoents, who has no doubt been preparing all this time, to win or retain the very title I hope to win at Crossroads. That nCw Honor title really never meant much to me as the Xtreme title, as "Xtreme" is passe'. But "honor" is something different. It's somthing at I am, but, as at least one of my opponents has said, are not.
{Ricky shifts his weight on the turnbuckle.}
Ricky - Nelly Angel has declared that he has no honor, that he doesn't care about winning this title, and he's not Xtreme either. That's all well and good, but it does beg the question why he's even in this match. A question I have yet to see an acceptable answer to. It seems that Mr. Angel has just been thrown into this match on a whim, whereas I have to earn it. Which, makes almost no sense, when the man has already publically declared he doesn't even want the belt he's in a match to get. Comically however, he does intend to change the title back to the Xtreme title should he win it. Just when there seems to be some sense of pride, and dare I say "honor" being used to describe a title, some imbecile decides to mess it up. More poorly timed than a Bush Presidency.
{A smirk.}
Ricky - I guess I shouldn't really make fun, at least Nelly has a goal, I have no idea what I'd do with the belt if I won it. One thing I wouldn't do, is change it to a spinner belt, god those are hideous and disrespectful to a title. But, that is what Mr. Angel is going to try to do. I should beat you with a shovel for even suggesting that, let alone aloud. I have no patience for someone like you Nelly. I will attempt to make it swift, not painless, but very swift.
{Ricky's facial expression changes to somewhat agitated.}
Ricky - I also need to get something off my chest as well, reguarding Mr. Angel, and everyone else who seems to take this "Ricky dissapears" sthick as the gospel. I have been here since 2007. Three long years. And the wear and tear has been tremendous. So, injuries do occur once in a while, even for me. When I was healthy, I won titles. I retired wrestlers. I put on the best match. Every. Single. Night. Doing that, takes it toll. But yet, here I am, after a five month break, and a three month break. TWO, yes two broken periods of time, and I have all of a sudden earn a reputation as a magician of some sort. But, everytime I'd advertised to be somewhere, I am. Everytime you book me, I'm there. I have worked long and hard for this company, and no one, and I mean NO ONE, can tell me otherwise, especially not one or two guys who couldn't hold my jock in the ring.
{Ricky takes some deep breaths and calms back down.}
Ricky - I apologize, but it had to be said. Now, moving on to the champion himself, Mr. Atreyu. He doesn't seem to like me very much, and while somewhat hurtful, is irrelevent. I didn't come here to win a popularity contest, Or to have a massive list of facebook friends, I came here to win titles, and cement my legacy. And I will do that. I will do that, at the expense of Mr. Atreyu, and Mr. Nelly Angel. But more importantly, Atreyu. He's the one walking around with a belt. He's the one who will walk out to the ring with it this Sunday. And he's the one I will take it from and walk out of the ring with it this Sunday. But Atreyu has one other thing going against him when it comes to me. He DARED to question my willingness to win.
{Ricky drops down from the turnbuckle, looking aggrevated.}
Ricky - Do you know who I am? Do you know what I've done here? I have wrestled and beaten the best to come down this pike, why I never get a world title match is something I question myself, and I don't need advice from someone who's never even sniffed at a main event. I have put people in retirement here. John Anthony, a guy who tried to get in my way. he WAS a superstar here in nCw. Now? he's out in some hick town constantly remembering when he wakes up in the morning why he has problems getting out of bed. ME. I took a guy like Sexy Jason, and beat him so badly he spent two week hospitalized afterward. He was just lucky the referee was too much of a girl to let me continue my surgery on his career. So, you cannot tell me where I stand in nCw. You have no right to critique my career. Becuase you don't know me. You don't know anything. But luckily for you, school will be in session at Crossroads, when I systematically take you, and Nelly Angel apart, and claim both my nCw honor title, and my place in nCw history. AGAIN.
{Ricky turns and begins walking away from the camera.}
Ricky - See you both Sunday.
Time: 3:11pm
{Ricky sits on the top turnbuckle of his replica nCw ring. His hands rest on the ropes, his eyes pan over the room. He looks in deep thought.}
Ricky - In just a little under 24 hours, I'll be stepping into a ring similar to this one, in a quest to make nCw history once again.
{A brief pause}
Ricky - I should take a moment to really size up my oppoents, who has no doubt been preparing all this time, to win or retain the very title I hope to win at Crossroads. That nCw Honor title really never meant much to me as the Xtreme title, as "Xtreme" is passe'. But "honor" is something different. It's somthing at I am, but, as at least one of my opponents has said, are not.
{Ricky shifts his weight on the turnbuckle.}
Ricky - Nelly Angel has declared that he has no honor, that he doesn't care about winning this title, and he's not Xtreme either. That's all well and good, but it does beg the question why he's even in this match. A question I have yet to see an acceptable answer to. It seems that Mr. Angel has just been thrown into this match on a whim, whereas I have to earn it. Which, makes almost no sense, when the man has already publically declared he doesn't even want the belt he's in a match to get. Comically however, he does intend to change the title back to the Xtreme title should he win it. Just when there seems to be some sense of pride, and dare I say "honor" being used to describe a title, some imbecile decides to mess it up. More poorly timed than a Bush Presidency.
{A smirk.}
Ricky - I guess I shouldn't really make fun, at least Nelly has a goal, I have no idea what I'd do with the belt if I won it. One thing I wouldn't do, is change it to a spinner belt, god those are hideous and disrespectful to a title. But, that is what Mr. Angel is going to try to do. I should beat you with a shovel for even suggesting that, let alone aloud. I have no patience for someone like you Nelly. I will attempt to make it swift, not painless, but very swift.
{Ricky's facial expression changes to somewhat agitated.}
Ricky - I also need to get something off my chest as well, reguarding Mr. Angel, and everyone else who seems to take this "Ricky dissapears" sthick as the gospel. I have been here since 2007. Three long years. And the wear and tear has been tremendous. So, injuries do occur once in a while, even for me. When I was healthy, I won titles. I retired wrestlers. I put on the best match. Every. Single. Night. Doing that, takes it toll. But yet, here I am, after a five month break, and a three month break. TWO, yes two broken periods of time, and I have all of a sudden earn a reputation as a magician of some sort. But, everytime I'd advertised to be somewhere, I am. Everytime you book me, I'm there. I have worked long and hard for this company, and no one, and I mean NO ONE, can tell me otherwise, especially not one or two guys who couldn't hold my jock in the ring.
{Ricky takes some deep breaths and calms back down.}
Ricky - I apologize, but it had to be said. Now, moving on to the champion himself, Mr. Atreyu. He doesn't seem to like me very much, and while somewhat hurtful, is irrelevent. I didn't come here to win a popularity contest, Or to have a massive list of facebook friends, I came here to win titles, and cement my legacy. And I will do that. I will do that, at the expense of Mr. Atreyu, and Mr. Nelly Angel. But more importantly, Atreyu. He's the one walking around with a belt. He's the one who will walk out to the ring with it this Sunday. And he's the one I will take it from and walk out of the ring with it this Sunday. But Atreyu has one other thing going against him when it comes to me. He DARED to question my willingness to win.
{Ricky drops down from the turnbuckle, looking aggrevated.}
Ricky - Do you know who I am? Do you know what I've done here? I have wrestled and beaten the best to come down this pike, why I never get a world title match is something I question myself, and I don't need advice from someone who's never even sniffed at a main event. I have put people in retirement here. John Anthony, a guy who tried to get in my way. he WAS a superstar here in nCw. Now? he's out in some hick town constantly remembering when he wakes up in the morning why he has problems getting out of bed. ME. I took a guy like Sexy Jason, and beat him so badly he spent two week hospitalized afterward. He was just lucky the referee was too much of a girl to let me continue my surgery on his career. So, you cannot tell me where I stand in nCw. You have no right to critique my career. Becuase you don't know me. You don't know anything. But luckily for you, school will be in session at Crossroads, when I systematically take you, and Nelly Angel apart, and claim both my nCw honor title, and my place in nCw history. AGAIN.
{Ricky turns and begins walking away from the camera.}
Ricky - See you both Sunday.