Post by Angel on Nov 25, 2010 10:01:08 GMT -6
I don't like you, but you already know that. You don't like me, but I don't really care. This whole little thing started because you refused to show us the respect we more than deserve. I'm not normally one to worry about who does or doesn't respect me, at the end of the day I'm going to wash my hands of you and never look back.
Thing is, when you reach a certain point in your career you start to think of things like...
"How will I be remembered?"
"What will people say about what I've done?"
And things like that. you start to wonder if it was all worth it, whether you'd do it all again and if there is anything you would change. I wouldn't change a single damn thing about my career, but I would like to change the way certain people in New Championship Wrestling think. See, I've been here long enough that I've seen the cycle of ignorance began and end a few times now. When I first got here it was the Empire trying to dominate nCw with a gang mentality. Then there was Spike Kane's Resistance which was nothing more than a group of men looking to stroke one another's ego. Lately it's been the Young Guns and more recently the Rat Pack.
All of these groups have one thing in common, blatant disrespect for everything and everyone that had anything to do with the creation and success of this company.
I ask you now to find more than one member of any of the previous groups who has attained any kind of success using the very same tactics your using now, starting with the Empire. Davey Ortega? JFK? Sexy Jason? The only one whose name means anything to nCw is Steve Awesome, surprisingly enough, he's was also a member of the Resistance, along with Alex Jones.
So the question remains, when so many have tried and failed to do what it is your doing right now, why bother trying? Your experiment has already failed, the story has already been told, the ending has never changed. Those who love and respect this company will eventually defeat those who do not. It's pretty simple really.
Learn from the past or else your doomed to repeat it.
What I see right now is the past, something that was tried, something that has failed. Remember, you started this little war. All you had to do was watch, listen and learn. I wasn't asking you to bow down before us, but give and so you shall receive. Had you come at Alex and I with respect, with honor and faced us like real men, like worthy challengers, we would have returned the favor.
Instead you insulted us, our careers and our families. You made a standard tag team title defense very personal for the both of us. You purposely tried to hit us where it hurt, then you stood with baffled looks on your faces when we retaliated in kind. It's not hard to figure out, it's in the bible guys.
Eye for an Eye.
Tooth for a Tooth.
Life for a Life.
You think we like to just beat people up at random? You think it's what we do in our free time? Sorry, but you'd be wrong. The two of you lost the match, you were defeated fair and square in the center of the ring last month, but you refused to accept it. Refused to believe it. It was luck. It was a fluke. Johnny was sick. Ander had dust in his eye. You gave us every excuse, fed us every line of BS I've ever heard at nausea. All we wanted was a challenge, someone to step up to us and give us a run for our money.
All you did was give us a headache.
After the match was over and you had been defeated, did you shake our hands? Did you congratulate us? No. We did. I came right out and said it was a hard fought match and I appreciated the effort. What did you do?
Cried.
Like two little babies. Johnny Holliday came to the ring the following week and basically cried a river in the center of the ring. I've never seen two grown men act like such moronic children in my entire life. And the sad part is, Ander thinks we're running away from them? What a fool. I've all but begged Ander to come get his pound of flesh from me and what has he done?
[/color]*Crickets*Thing is, when you reach a certain point in your career you start to think of things like...
"How will I be remembered?"
"What will people say about what I've done?"
And things like that. you start to wonder if it was all worth it, whether you'd do it all again and if there is anything you would change. I wouldn't change a single damn thing about my career, but I would like to change the way certain people in New Championship Wrestling think. See, I've been here long enough that I've seen the cycle of ignorance began and end a few times now. When I first got here it was the Empire trying to dominate nCw with a gang mentality. Then there was Spike Kane's Resistance which was nothing more than a group of men looking to stroke one another's ego. Lately it's been the Young Guns and more recently the Rat Pack.
All of these groups have one thing in common, blatant disrespect for everything and everyone that had anything to do with the creation and success of this company.
I ask you now to find more than one member of any of the previous groups who has attained any kind of success using the very same tactics your using now, starting with the Empire. Davey Ortega? JFK? Sexy Jason? The only one whose name means anything to nCw is Steve Awesome, surprisingly enough, he's was also a member of the Resistance, along with Alex Jones.
So the question remains, when so many have tried and failed to do what it is your doing right now, why bother trying? Your experiment has already failed, the story has already been told, the ending has never changed. Those who love and respect this company will eventually defeat those who do not. It's pretty simple really.
Learn from the past or else your doomed to repeat it.
What I see right now is the past, something that was tried, something that has failed. Remember, you started this little war. All you had to do was watch, listen and learn. I wasn't asking you to bow down before us, but give and so you shall receive. Had you come at Alex and I with respect, with honor and faced us like real men, like worthy challengers, we would have returned the favor.
Instead you insulted us, our careers and our families. You made a standard tag team title defense very personal for the both of us. You purposely tried to hit us where it hurt, then you stood with baffled looks on your faces when we retaliated in kind. It's not hard to figure out, it's in the bible guys.
Eye for an Eye.
Tooth for a Tooth.
Life for a Life.
You think we like to just beat people up at random? You think it's what we do in our free time? Sorry, but you'd be wrong. The two of you lost the match, you were defeated fair and square in the center of the ring last month, but you refused to accept it. Refused to believe it. It was luck. It was a fluke. Johnny was sick. Ander had dust in his eye. You gave us every excuse, fed us every line of BS I've ever heard at nausea. All we wanted was a challenge, someone to step up to us and give us a run for our money.
All you did was give us a headache.
After the match was over and you had been defeated, did you shake our hands? Did you congratulate us? No. We did. I came right out and said it was a hard fought match and I appreciated the effort. What did you do?
Cried.
Like two little babies. Johnny Holliday came to the ring the following week and basically cried a river in the center of the ring. I've never seen two grown men act like such moronic children in my entire life. And the sad part is, Ander thinks we're running away from them? What a fool. I've all but begged Ander to come get his pound of flesh from me and what has he done?
Exactly. He has done nothing. Two weeks ago we were in the ring together, we gave it our all, but neither of us won. I was happy to shake your hand, you were happy to have Alex laid out backstage and attempt a group beat down in the center of the ring. The hell is that Ander? Is that being a worthy challenger? A future champion?
That's being a bitch.
At least when Alex Jones took out Johnny, he did it on his own. It was a fair fight that Johnny came up on the losing end of. From day one all I've seen from either of you is a ton of empty promises and wasted potential. It's sad to think that you could accomplish so much if you'd just stop following the poor example Charlie Velez and his kind set for you. You've spoke more than once of your past, where your from, it's obvious that somewhere your a force to be reckoned with. Somewhere people think of you as five star athletes who can win any match and defeat any challenge.
Where is that Rat Pack?
You pretend to be the good guys, but to be honest, all I hear when you come to the ring is the thunderous absence of applause.
Your not the good guys.
Your not even the bad guys.
Your inconsequential.
And you've made yourself that way.
The two of you set yourself apart from the rest of the roster and then dared us to come and get you, and when we did you acted surprised, as if you had expected to just steam roll this roster with little to no effort. Did you honestly think it would be that easy? Did you really think your that good? This is the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet, we have a roster full of the world's elite, and when we did not bow down, but in fact slapped you across the face, you had the audacity to be offended? Come now. You walked into our house, ate our food, drank our wine then pissed on our floor. You could not of expected different than what you got, yet, even now,you act as if you've accomplished something here. I'm still waiting to be dazzled by your many successes. I'm still waiting for you to make me afraid.
Hell, I'm just waiting for you guys to win a match at this point.
Since we defeated you you've either sat on your ass and talked our ears off, or you've lost. Seems like the unshakable ego of the Rat Pack has been shaken quite a bit. Must be why you recruited Roxxxie, get someone with a winning record in that group to offer it some credibility. And do you expect me to believe that Johnny's ten foot fall was enough to take him out of action for a month?
Come on now, I was born at night but not last night.
I've been in four Death Cage matches. FOUR. And wrestled the week after every single damn time. And if your not aware of the Death Cage, google it. You'll be amazed. It's possibly the most brutal wrestling match ever thought of... And I've never lost one. You fault me for taking some vacation time, you fault me for a two week absence so I could spend some time with my family, yet you say nothing about Johnny hiding behind a make believe injury?
Hey pot, have you met kettle?
Look boys, you want to step up and face some real champions, fine, then step up and face us. But if you want to just be some big fish in a small pond then your going to have to find a job somewhere else. This is ncw. This is where dreams either come true or become nightmares. This is the single hardest promotion on the planet to make a name for yourself in, and even then, once you've made it, you have to defend it. Every week presents a new challenge. Everyday there is a new obstacle. You will never not be challenged. You will never not be pushed. Everyone you come across will want to destroy you. Look at the roster as if they were sharks just before a feeding frenzy. Each of them is looking for the easy meal to make their name on and once there is the slightest drop of blood in the water they will attack.
Your bleeding out as we speak.
The sharks are circling.
And the Rat Pack is nearing it's end.
It's too late to turn back now. You missed your chance to meet your full potential. All you are to me now is a target. Something I will use to demonstrate to nCw just how dangerous Blood Ties can be. As we speak there is another team climbing the rankings, getting closer and closer to our belts and we need to be ready. Not that we're looking past you, but let's be honest, this match was over before it began.
You boys never stood a chance.
You could always look at it this way, this match will be a learning experience, hopefully you will take away something from this, perhaps a little humility?
That is... of course...
If we let you walk away...[/color]
Tara's hand gripped mine very tightly. We've been waiting for this day for four months now. Today we get to see our baby. She was nervous, her palm was wet, her eyes glistened with future tears.
"I'm worried."[/color]
"Why?"[/color]
"What if something is wrong? What if they find out our baby is sick? What if..."[/color]
I kiss her, momentarily silencing her worry.
"Tara, it's going to be ok."[/color]
"How do you know?"[/color]
"I have faith."[/color]
She was reassured, her grip relaxed and her shoulders sank back into the mattress beneath her. She laid back on the pillow and let out a deep breathe. The door opened and a nurse walked in, shooting us both a smile.
"Hi, my name's Janet Crane, I'll be performing your ultra sound today. How are you both doing?"
"Great!"[/color]
"Little nervous."[/color]
"First time parents?"
"First time parents together, we both have a child of our own."[/color]
She smiled again, probably forming her own conclusions on how this little "Brady Bunch" came to be.
"Well then you've both probably been through this before. I'm just going to spread this jelly on her stomach and use this pad to get a picture of the baby."
We both nodded. As Janet got everything prepared I turned and kissed Tara again.
"I love you."[/color]
Tara used her other hand to smooth my hair back.
"I love you too."[/color]
"Alright, we're ready to begin."
Janet spread the jelly onto Tara's stomach, she shivered because it was very cold.
"Now we'll probably hear the heart beat first, then we'll be able to see the baby on the screen."
She grabbed the pad and began pressing it against Tara, slowly moving it about her stomach in a semi circular pattern... The next several moments were tense, Tara's hand tightened again, the sweat began to from once more...
*Thump-Thump.. Thump.. Thump-Thump.. Thump.. Thump-Thump*
"That's strange..."
"What!? What's strange!?"[/color]
Janet leaned forward, squinting at the screen.
"Oh my.."
"What!?"[/color]
Janet turned and looked at us, her face lit up with surprise as she could barely contain her own giddiness.
"Your having twins!"
*Thump-Thump.. Thump.. Thump-Thump*
I think I fainted... I think Tara picked me up... I think...
"Are you alright?"[/color]
"I couldn't be better."[/color]
"Oh my god... Angel... We're having twins... We're gonna need a bigger house."[/color]
She began to laugh, what else could you do? I just sat there in disbelief. Tara wrapped herself around me, I thought she was going to explode she was so happy. Not only had we created one life... We'd created two...
"Tara?"[/color]
She pulled back, the smile on her face was bigger than I'd ever seen it.
"Yes?"[/color]
"Marry me."[/color]
Total shock followed by an explosion of love and affection.
"What took you so long?"[/color]
"Is that a yes?"[/color]
Even with child, she throws a nasty left hook.
"Yes it's a yes. Oh my god... I love you Angel."[/color]
I took her in my arms again, happy that after a life time of hard ship I had finally found someone I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The still image of our babies was frozen on the screen. I think I cried a little I was so happy..
Life is too short to spend it only loving yourself.
And on this Thanksgiving I'd like to take this moment to thank God for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me. From my loving daughter to my future wife. For my friends who are more like family. And for giving me the endurance to do what I do for as long as I've done it. It would be easy to say I've accomplished all of this on my own, but it would be foolish to think so.
So thank you Lord.
I hope you two have something to be thankful for. Something deeper and more meaningful than...
"I'd like to thank me for being me."
I hope you look at your life with the same kind of reflection I do and acknowledge God's hand at work everyday. We wake up everyday with the opportunity to do something amazing with our life's. That's God at work. See it for what it is and accept it. Live your life for the moment, for the people around you and not for yourself. It's the friends you make and the one's you keep that make this life worth living.
Be thankful...
Just not for whats going to happen Sunday...
Because that's going to be hell.
May God have Mercy on your Soul.[/color]
The End.[/center]