Post by Keybo Shabaz on Jun 1, 2010 17:01:39 GMT -6
"I'm a suit. I'll admit that right now. I spend every working day sitting in a room somewhere involved in some kind of decision that affects the lives of anywhere from one to several hundred people. People forget that I control the media of nCw. I see all promos before they air, and I decide what makes it onto your screens or not. If you see it, I've already seen it. Most of the time more than once. Most wrestlers will tell you that I'm pretty giving. I let people like Brad Kane air things like trying to mack it with his wife while his kids bother him. Believe me, I got a lot of flack for letting that one go by. I let people like Freya Ragnal waste the website bandwith with her 'injury reports'. Because I'm an understanding guy. I let the talent express themselves, within a certain limit, and it keeps everybody happy. It keeps the company alive, keeps the money rolling in, keeps everything moving smoothly. But mainly...
It keeps us the best company on the planet.
And that's why I get into the predicaments I've been in. That's how, despite being a member of the front office, I've participated in several wrestling matches already. I'm not afraid to stand up for myself, or stand up for what's right. And that brings me to here and now. I issued this battle to Drake for one simple reason. It's a battle that needs to be fought. He's using his power to further his own selfish agenda, claiming it's what the people want. But I know better. It's me they email about what they like and don't like. It's me they complain to when something bad happens to a fan favorite. So if anyone knows what the people are demanding Drake...
It's me...
This isn't the fifties Drake. We have an open door policy in nCw, though maybe we should have closed it for the closed minded, like you. That's why this is going down. That's why I challenged you. I knew your pride wouldn't let you turn it down. And now here we stand, face to face..
Man to man...
I may be some guy in a suit. But I wasn't born with a silver spoon. I made myself, the same way you did. I worked myself to death through college. I slaved for nights just to stay in school. Kept myself loaded on caffeine just to stay awake in class. I've never backed down from a challenge, never ran from confrontation. And yea, I have my share of battle scars because of it. But this isn't about me. This is about two pure souls who managed to find each other in this crazy hell pit we call life. Two women who only asked that everyone let them be happy. And you couldn't stand it. Now, you're trying to make them pay for nothing. And I'm going to stick you with the check. I hope you brought your credit card."[/i]
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{Keybo was sitting in his office at nCw headquarters. The phone in front of him was playing his messages. People complaining about the shows. The same old weird contradictions. One message said the Young Guns sucked and needed to go away, the next said they were the best thing about nCw. That's what made this business so great, and the man at the desk took it all in. One caught his attention, however.}
Cleopatra: Mr. Shabaz, I'd like to thank you for trying to help. Often times management tends to look the other way when one of them acts out, but it's nice to see there are those who care about the talent.
{The phone cut her off. He was still looking at the phone when the door opened and in walked Chris Diamond. He took a seat on the empty chair as the next message started.}
Ayla: Keybo.. you.. don't do this.. ok? We'll be alright. I appreciate you trying to do the right thing, but this won't make it all go away. He's not going to play fair... I don't.. want you to get hurt...
{Keybo reached out to hit the button and stop his messages.}
Chris: Heyyyyy buddy.
Keybo: What's going on?
Chris: Just... wondering what the hell you're doing? I get the why, but are you sure you want to do this? You at least knew things about Dirty Deal.. the way they acted.. the way they fought.. but Tyson is a whole nother animal.
Keybo: I'm aware of that..
Chris: He's not going to just stand there and let everything happen. He's going to find a way to fight you, without fighting you. You need to be careful.
Keybo: I could say the same to you. But I know better. Just.. trust me.. alright..?
Chris: Alright. One day you're gonna get into trouble by caring too much you know.
Keybo: So they tell me.
{End.}
It keeps us the best company on the planet.
And that's why I get into the predicaments I've been in. That's how, despite being a member of the front office, I've participated in several wrestling matches already. I'm not afraid to stand up for myself, or stand up for what's right. And that brings me to here and now. I issued this battle to Drake for one simple reason. It's a battle that needs to be fought. He's using his power to further his own selfish agenda, claiming it's what the people want. But I know better. It's me they email about what they like and don't like. It's me they complain to when something bad happens to a fan favorite. So if anyone knows what the people are demanding Drake...
It's me...
This isn't the fifties Drake. We have an open door policy in nCw, though maybe we should have closed it for the closed minded, like you. That's why this is going down. That's why I challenged you. I knew your pride wouldn't let you turn it down. And now here we stand, face to face..
Man to man...
I may be some guy in a suit. But I wasn't born with a silver spoon. I made myself, the same way you did. I worked myself to death through college. I slaved for nights just to stay in school. Kept myself loaded on caffeine just to stay awake in class. I've never backed down from a challenge, never ran from confrontation. And yea, I have my share of battle scars because of it. But this isn't about me. This is about two pure souls who managed to find each other in this crazy hell pit we call life. Two women who only asked that everyone let them be happy. And you couldn't stand it. Now, you're trying to make them pay for nothing. And I'm going to stick you with the check. I hope you brought your credit card."[/i]
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{Keybo was sitting in his office at nCw headquarters. The phone in front of him was playing his messages. People complaining about the shows. The same old weird contradictions. One message said the Young Guns sucked and needed to go away, the next said they were the best thing about nCw. That's what made this business so great, and the man at the desk took it all in. One caught his attention, however.}
Cleopatra: Mr. Shabaz, I'd like to thank you for trying to help. Often times management tends to look the other way when one of them acts out, but it's nice to see there are those who care about the talent.
{The phone cut her off. He was still looking at the phone when the door opened and in walked Chris Diamond. He took a seat on the empty chair as the next message started.}
Ayla: Keybo.. you.. don't do this.. ok? We'll be alright. I appreciate you trying to do the right thing, but this won't make it all go away. He's not going to play fair... I don't.. want you to get hurt...
{Keybo reached out to hit the button and stop his messages.}
Chris: Heyyyyy buddy.
Keybo: What's going on?
Chris: Just... wondering what the hell you're doing? I get the why, but are you sure you want to do this? You at least knew things about Dirty Deal.. the way they acted.. the way they fought.. but Tyson is a whole nother animal.
Keybo: I'm aware of that..
Chris: He's not going to just stand there and let everything happen. He's going to find a way to fight you, without fighting you. You need to be careful.
Keybo: I could say the same to you. But I know better. Just.. trust me.. alright..?
Chris: Alright. One day you're gonna get into trouble by caring too much you know.
Keybo: So they tell me.
{End.}