Post by Freakke on Jun 5, 2010 22:55:13 GMT -6
Freakke’s van pulled into the section of garage designated for nCw staff to park during the match. It sputtered once more and died. The lights went out and the door came open. The Clown King got out and stretched. Cracking his back, Freakke stood there groggily looking at the garage. He went around to the side and opened the door. The camera crew got out and he gave them a second to stretch. When exactly one second had passed, he grabbed the camera man by the collar and pulled him along until he got the idea to follow.
”Well, I don’t have a lot of time yet I’m gonna have to make room for all this. After realizing I had gone the wrong way, despite the moron behind the camera not paying attention to the map, I quickly made my way back this way and finally made it to the Palace of Auburn Hills. Tomorrow is Reborn and a great Card was announced last week. Right now I’m only worried about one.”
Freakke pushed open the doors and headed towards the locker room. The camera man barely could keep pace.
”Tomorrow, yours truly will be thrown into a Gauntlet match with the current X-Division Champion, Alex Jones, with a former company champion who is trying to wipe his slate clean, Stefan Rzany, and then there’s Shawn Styles. Gauntlet match. For those who have no idea what this is, it’s a match in which two men start, and it proceeds like a normal match, except when the first man pins the second, it’s not over. As the first man to lose leaves, the third man comes to the ring, and the match proceeds as if it were a normal match again. Then when someone is pinned, the fourth and final man will come out, and when the third man to be pinned is pressed to the mat and counted out, it’s over. In this particular case, the man who is not pinned at all, will be the X-Divison Champion. Several things are beyond a man’s control in matches like this. First, there’s the chance he goes first. This doesn’t mean he’s gonna lose but putting three guys down, one after the other is a task. On the other hand, coming out last means your still in top shape, ready to go. This doesn’t mean you will win but it does help.”
Freakke got to his locker and tossed in his gym bag and slammed it shut. He went back to walking immediately afterwards.
”I don’t know when I’m going to enter the ring tomorrow night. It doesn’t matter. My opponents will tell you it doesn’t matter, because they say they will drive me into the ground and prove how pathetic and worthless I truly am. I say it doesn’t matter because tomorrow, no matter what any one says or believes, I’m going to come out on top, holding the belt high. It doesn’t matter what we say, because tomorrow, we’re going to make it happen. As they say, actions speak louder than words. Sadly though, I have just a few more words before the action begins.”
He walked briskly through the halls until he came to an entrance. Freakke pulled open the set of doors and looked down into the arena. It was still being set up, but he looked at it like it was full and turned to the camera.
”I’ve talked about my opponents. I’ve berated them, I’ve insulted them, and I’ve made fun of them. I’ve said enough about them. I think we’ve all heard enough mudslinging this week to fill our skulls for some time to come. There is something I wanted to talk to you about. My opponent’s have pointed out some really good points that I think need to be addressed. In this company I haven’t done anything spectacular. I’ve never been a champion, I’ve not won any matches of merit, and I certainly haven’t made much of an impact on the company. It’s also true, that I lost my one title match for this company. I believe it was against Rob Diamond for the very belt we contend for now. If memory serves correctly, I got screwed out of not only that match, but the match that following week to settle the dispute over it all. After that, I’ve had several contendership matches with men that I readily admit, performed better than I did those nights. I admit, that circumstances as they were, I was not the better man. I am here before the world to say, I am not perfect.”
He crossed his arms and glared into the camera.
”That being said, I’m still here. I’m still pushing my limits. Despite, failure after failure, I persist. I am not some throw away carbon copy that you can get rid of just because it’s ripped and torn, dirty and used. When I came up short, I got up and came back to work the next week. I struggle again. Each time, I get closer, bit by bit. These are actions that you need to think about gentlemen. My persistence, determination, and a willingness to put oneself in harms way for the win. Those are all traits one needs to win the match ahead of us. I may not have tasted Gold with nCw, but I’m not a stranger to it. I know what it takes to be a champion. I know the sacrifice it takes to be on top. I know you know it too. The three of you aren’t here because you talked your way into this match.”
“I know my odds are terrible, but they’re never good to begin with. Ask any bookie whose heard my name. They’ll give you the odds. Look at the list of matches I’ve been in. Prominent figures I’ve gone up against in this company in matches that could potentially have ended any of our careers. I survived those. Wins and losses mark each of our careers. It’s how we view them that matters. You see my career as a hollow shell with no purpose, merit, or prestige. I see it as a reminder that things don’t always go your way. I see every loss as another example that I’m not perfect. I’m not invincible. It reminds me to strive to be stronger, faster, better.”
“Before I call it quits for the night, I just want to remind you, I might not be the best in the world, I might not be perfect or invincible or the greatest there ever will be, but I am going to be the best man inside that ring tomorrow night. I’m going to walk down that ramp and I’m going to step into the ring and I’m going to pin whoever is in the way of me and that belt. I plan on making anyone who steps in my way hurt. I’m not going to be nice. It will get ugly. This is your final warning. For your own sakes, don’t step in that ring and half ass it. I am going to harm you. I don’t plan on stopping until you submit or I pin you. All three of you. I’m coming for the win tomorrow. I’m coming for the belt.”
A moment passed and then Freakke walked past the cameraman and disappeared down the hall.
”Well, I don’t have a lot of time yet I’m gonna have to make room for all this. After realizing I had gone the wrong way, despite the moron behind the camera not paying attention to the map, I quickly made my way back this way and finally made it to the Palace of Auburn Hills. Tomorrow is Reborn and a great Card was announced last week. Right now I’m only worried about one.”
Freakke pushed open the doors and headed towards the locker room. The camera man barely could keep pace.
”Tomorrow, yours truly will be thrown into a Gauntlet match with the current X-Division Champion, Alex Jones, with a former company champion who is trying to wipe his slate clean, Stefan Rzany, and then there’s Shawn Styles. Gauntlet match. For those who have no idea what this is, it’s a match in which two men start, and it proceeds like a normal match, except when the first man pins the second, it’s not over. As the first man to lose leaves, the third man comes to the ring, and the match proceeds as if it were a normal match again. Then when someone is pinned, the fourth and final man will come out, and when the third man to be pinned is pressed to the mat and counted out, it’s over. In this particular case, the man who is not pinned at all, will be the X-Divison Champion. Several things are beyond a man’s control in matches like this. First, there’s the chance he goes first. This doesn’t mean he’s gonna lose but putting three guys down, one after the other is a task. On the other hand, coming out last means your still in top shape, ready to go. This doesn’t mean you will win but it does help.”
Freakke got to his locker and tossed in his gym bag and slammed it shut. He went back to walking immediately afterwards.
”I don’t know when I’m going to enter the ring tomorrow night. It doesn’t matter. My opponents will tell you it doesn’t matter, because they say they will drive me into the ground and prove how pathetic and worthless I truly am. I say it doesn’t matter because tomorrow, no matter what any one says or believes, I’m going to come out on top, holding the belt high. It doesn’t matter what we say, because tomorrow, we’re going to make it happen. As they say, actions speak louder than words. Sadly though, I have just a few more words before the action begins.”
He walked briskly through the halls until he came to an entrance. Freakke pulled open the set of doors and looked down into the arena. It was still being set up, but he looked at it like it was full and turned to the camera.
”I’ve talked about my opponents. I’ve berated them, I’ve insulted them, and I’ve made fun of them. I’ve said enough about them. I think we’ve all heard enough mudslinging this week to fill our skulls for some time to come. There is something I wanted to talk to you about. My opponent’s have pointed out some really good points that I think need to be addressed. In this company I haven’t done anything spectacular. I’ve never been a champion, I’ve not won any matches of merit, and I certainly haven’t made much of an impact on the company. It’s also true, that I lost my one title match for this company. I believe it was against Rob Diamond for the very belt we contend for now. If memory serves correctly, I got screwed out of not only that match, but the match that following week to settle the dispute over it all. After that, I’ve had several contendership matches with men that I readily admit, performed better than I did those nights. I admit, that circumstances as they were, I was not the better man. I am here before the world to say, I am not perfect.”
He crossed his arms and glared into the camera.
”That being said, I’m still here. I’m still pushing my limits. Despite, failure after failure, I persist. I am not some throw away carbon copy that you can get rid of just because it’s ripped and torn, dirty and used. When I came up short, I got up and came back to work the next week. I struggle again. Each time, I get closer, bit by bit. These are actions that you need to think about gentlemen. My persistence, determination, and a willingness to put oneself in harms way for the win. Those are all traits one needs to win the match ahead of us. I may not have tasted Gold with nCw, but I’m not a stranger to it. I know what it takes to be a champion. I know the sacrifice it takes to be on top. I know you know it too. The three of you aren’t here because you talked your way into this match.”
“I know my odds are terrible, but they’re never good to begin with. Ask any bookie whose heard my name. They’ll give you the odds. Look at the list of matches I’ve been in. Prominent figures I’ve gone up against in this company in matches that could potentially have ended any of our careers. I survived those. Wins and losses mark each of our careers. It’s how we view them that matters. You see my career as a hollow shell with no purpose, merit, or prestige. I see it as a reminder that things don’t always go your way. I see every loss as another example that I’m not perfect. I’m not invincible. It reminds me to strive to be stronger, faster, better.”
“Before I call it quits for the night, I just want to remind you, I might not be the best in the world, I might not be perfect or invincible or the greatest there ever will be, but I am going to be the best man inside that ring tomorrow night. I’m going to walk down that ramp and I’m going to step into the ring and I’m going to pin whoever is in the way of me and that belt. I plan on making anyone who steps in my way hurt. I’m not going to be nice. It will get ugly. This is your final warning. For your own sakes, don’t step in that ring and half ass it. I am going to harm you. I don’t plan on stopping until you submit or I pin you. All three of you. I’m coming for the win tomorrow. I’m coming for the belt.”
A moment passed and then Freakke walked past the cameraman and disappeared down the hall.