Post by Pooler on Jun 23, 2011 13:14:05 GMT -6
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There was once with a man who held an entire company in the palm of his hand. He had the fame, the fortune and the title. In this land of great opportunity, where the streets should be lined with gold, he was king. He was an old soul; fresh faced yet tired. His promise and dedication pushed him to the top of the mountain quickly. Fame and fortune tainted him, tainted everything he believed. Sitting here; disgust creeping from the pit of my stomach up my throat like bile; I stop to think of what this man could have become had he not begun to believe his own hype. Then I think of the man and his life had he never crossed my path. I stop to think what this man could’ve been, should’ve been, and would’ve been. He might’ve been the best; might have.
But not anymore; that life that could have been is gone now. The stars aligned and he found himself on a direct crash course with me once more. I look at him and see the man he could have been fading away more and more as this week forges forward. Everything that he would have been vanishing before my eyes; but I don’t pity him, because to be sorry for him would only be a disservice. He had the opportunity to become a star here; to rise above the others. He had the ability, prestige and now … now look at him. He’s a mental case on the verge of a complete melt down.
This man, he’ll soon be broken, much like the others. It’s the only way; it’s the nature of things. Life has a strange sense of humor. Bringing together a collection of men like this is not fair. Two men who might have been together with the men they might have become one day. It is the ultimate universal joke, to be destroyed by the very man that you could’ve become. While four enter, only one will have his hand raised. For three it will be the end of there book, for the other … the beginning of a new chapter. In another life they could have been friends, but now … now the stories of Pooler and Webb intertwine for possibly the last time. As Nathan’s slowly marches towards his epilogue, Pooler’s prepares to turn the page for the next exciting chapter.
nCw represents a rebirth for so many of its children. For some the rebirth will be grand, for others … a failure. For Nathan Webb, a man accustomed to failure this will end up being … just another Sunday.
The truth hurts, doesn’t it?
___________________________
Donnelly felt beaten and betrayed as he slowly walked through the crowd. He felt out of step, a mere glimmer of the man he was when he walked through those doors an hour before. How quickly things can change when you don’t anticipate … when you don’t expect the unexpected. As he walked he drifted back to a different time. He lay on the cold ground, the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. It wasn’t the first time he’d been left checking to see that his teeth were still in tact, but that taste … so bitter … but one he couldn’t help enjoying slightly. But not tonight, not under these circumstances; because never had he been forced to spit his own blood from his mouth as a result of someone he considered an ally. Friends were a hard commodity so allies were the best you could really hope for. He could hear the few mates in the ally cheering them on, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care; for once he couldn’t think about what the dunks bloodlust and the extra bit of coin that might come from all this. He managed to push himself up a little onto one elbow before the wind was kicked out of him, collapsing him back down to the gravely alleyway. Squinting through his right eye, which thankfully wasn’t nearly as puffy as his left, he could see across the alley where they stood.
Why did she do it? Stupid little tart; he could see her, sneering back at him as she snogged William. He couldn’t stop the thought from entering his mind … what had he done wrong? Their relationship had seemed strong enough. While not built on much more than lust, cigarettes and a mutual love of money theirs had been a strong one, and now …
None of it made sense to him. He had always respected her and thought the feelings were mutual. The way she looked at him … William was the new recipient of that look. He tried to move his head aside as the blood from his mouth began to form a puddle around his head. He breathed deeply, the pain was beginning to set in on his jaw; watching her snog William to the hooting and hollering of his mates wasn’t helping matters either.
The pain in his jaw heightened. It throbbed with each heartbeat, and as it throbbed more blood trickled out. He may not have lost any teeth, but he was certain he’d torn a hole in his bloody lip. But he didn’t care… the physical pain was nothing on the emotional pain. The shockwave spread throughout his body. But the pain didn’t hurt as much comparatively with what she’d done.
Such betrayal.
There was no way he could respect someone for doing what she did. It was despicable and cowardly… nothing more and nothing left. He moved his hand up and felt his jaw. It was tender, very tender. But at least it wasn’t broken. His jaw was in tact, but his pride and trust weren’t. How could he trust again? He’d put everything he had into her, he’d helped her and she’d helped him … but in the end it was all for naught. The betrayal would stay will him for the rest of his life; betrayal that he refused to stand for again.
He stood at the opening of the alley looking back. A hand appeared on his shoulder and a voice in his ear.
“Sorry I’m late. Looks like you could use a pint though.”
___________________________
”I’ve grown tired Nathan, so you know what? To hell with the fancy introductions and pyrotechnics. **** the spot lights, strobe lights and fog machines. **** the cameras and cell phones lighting up the arena like it was a rock concert. It’s time all that gets pushed aside and we all focus on the task at hand. We’re done setting the stage for Rebirth. From the sound of things Diamond and Awesome have done a good job pushing the ticket sales through the roof. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, the owner and his board of directors are some of the best in the business.
For the past … well I’m not exactly sure how long, three weeks maybe? Well, the world has simply watched as both were handed partners and singles matches just pushing us forward, almost pushing us together. So here I am, sitting, thinking about where this thing between you and I began? I thought back and realized that you’ve been on a collision course with me for some time now. You joined this company a mere ten days after I inked my deal. I look around and you know what I see? I see a division here in nCw Nathan … a division between those who stand in the upper levels and the majority of the company. These bottom feeders are a far cry from what was promoted. Sure you’ve got your Spike Kane’s and DDK’s, even though I loath the big monkey, but the divide between the levels of talent here is staggering. But, no matter what level you’re on Nathan, I’ll be right there. I am the next echelon of competition, and I refuse to quit, refuse to lose … refuse to die. I mean how many times were you choked out, beat up, and nearly killed only to pull yourself back up and do it again? This is your second go round Nathan; kinda like a fresh start … a rebirth for you too huh? But how long can you last against someone who doesn’t care anymore. Emotional attachments have been severed. Our business relationship has grown into a mutual understanding that this whole house of cards, built on sand won’t last forever. At some point, you will outlive your usefulness; and we both know what’ll be the end result of that.
I’ve been thinking and the truth Nathan; the truth is that there isn’t a person on this roster that doesn’t want to hold that World title above his head. Any one of ‘em would be lying if they said they wouldn’t come jumping if that title was being dangled like a carrot on a string. I feel no shame in admitting that, while I haven’t voiced a desire for that specific title, I know it’s something that will eventually be mine. For now though my sights are set on the Honor championship. A title that has been held by the greats of this company and will soon be held by one more; I mean let’s open our eyes and break down the situation at hand here. Nathan Webb … you’re just one small piece of the puzzle here. With the signing of that contract you entered into an agreement to allow yourself to take part in what will be the most brutal and soul splitting match of your career here in nCw. We’ve already seen what happens when Bob Pooler and Nathan Webb meet in the ring don’t we?
Over the past few weeks you’ve been running your mouth a lot. You’ve been making idle threats, and pulling crazy **** out of your ass that even seems ludicrous to me. Well, the time for threats and promises is over. The big day is nearly here and soon enough everyone’ll be in for a treat; won’t they? Webb, you simply have not seen the best I have to offer. Consider yourself privileged because for you, for the sake of all the doubters in nCw … I’ll pull out all the stops.
This is the beginning of a new direction for nCw. The dawn of a new era begins as this match comes to a close. This is the first opportunity that I’ve been given to take the entire company by surprise. I already know that I’m a main eventer, but now its time for the rest of the company to realize that I’m a future Hall of Fame inductee. Go outside the walls of nCw and do your best to find another company, another wrestling organization that even comes close to matching this one. Go ahead, search the interwebs and maybe you’ll stumble upon one you think might work. Search through their men and women, look at their stats, win/loss records and achievements; search as long and hard as you like because you’ll never find anyone quite like me. You’ll not find anyone with the talent, the drive or the complete and utter lack of fear that I have. There’s a lot that’s going to be proven on Sunday night. We both have much to prove don’t we. You want to be the next Honor champion … I want to prove I’m the most deserving to hold that title.
Each of you have proven you have what it takes to even be in this picture, yes … even Joe; but only one of us will walk away from this match. I’m going to enlighten you to something Nathan. Though new to this company you’ve had your time in the limelight. You’ve had a long career before now and enjoyed the fruits of your labors. But your time in the light is coming to a close; that light is fading little by little as time wears on. You will go gracefully into the next stage of your life as you bid farewell to this career. Hanging up your boots for the final time will grant you a feeling of fulfillment knowing that your final action as the ‘top dog’ was seeing that the man who took the title from you was more than just your equal … he was your better. It’s the way things should be Nathan; it’s the nature of things. Just keep saying that, repeat the mantra to yourself; hold it tight, Nathan. Come Monday morning you may very well be nothing but a lost man who can’t see anything that isn’t in the bottom of a bottle. The ending is inevitable Nathan. You will succumb to my power, my might, my will … and you … will … fall. The whole world will watch as you will drown, face down, in your own failure.
The Spider will be meeting something unexpected in his web this Sunday night.
I am Bob Pooler.
I am the next nCw Honor Champion and by God, I will show you exactly what it means to be so.
What will I do next?”
There was once with a man who held an entire company in the palm of his hand. He had the fame, the fortune and the title. In this land of great opportunity, where the streets should be lined with gold, he was king. He was an old soul; fresh faced yet tired. His promise and dedication pushed him to the top of the mountain quickly. Fame and fortune tainted him, tainted everything he believed. Sitting here; disgust creeping from the pit of my stomach up my throat like bile; I stop to think of what this man could have become had he not begun to believe his own hype. Then I think of the man and his life had he never crossed my path. I stop to think what this man could’ve been, should’ve been, and would’ve been. He might’ve been the best; might have.
But not anymore; that life that could have been is gone now. The stars aligned and he found himself on a direct crash course with me once more. I look at him and see the man he could have been fading away more and more as this week forges forward. Everything that he would have been vanishing before my eyes; but I don’t pity him, because to be sorry for him would only be a disservice. He had the opportunity to become a star here; to rise above the others. He had the ability, prestige and now … now look at him. He’s a mental case on the verge of a complete melt down.
This man, he’ll soon be broken, much like the others. It’s the only way; it’s the nature of things. Life has a strange sense of humor. Bringing together a collection of men like this is not fair. Two men who might have been together with the men they might have become one day. It is the ultimate universal joke, to be destroyed by the very man that you could’ve become. While four enter, only one will have his hand raised. For three it will be the end of there book, for the other … the beginning of a new chapter. In another life they could have been friends, but now … now the stories of Pooler and Webb intertwine for possibly the last time. As Nathan’s slowly marches towards his epilogue, Pooler’s prepares to turn the page for the next exciting chapter.
nCw represents a rebirth for so many of its children. For some the rebirth will be grand, for others … a failure. For Nathan Webb, a man accustomed to failure this will end up being … just another Sunday.
The truth hurts, doesn’t it?
___________________________
Donnelly felt beaten and betrayed as he slowly walked through the crowd. He felt out of step, a mere glimmer of the man he was when he walked through those doors an hour before. How quickly things can change when you don’t anticipate … when you don’t expect the unexpected. As he walked he drifted back to a different time. He lay on the cold ground, the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. It wasn’t the first time he’d been left checking to see that his teeth were still in tact, but that taste … so bitter … but one he couldn’t help enjoying slightly. But not tonight, not under these circumstances; because never had he been forced to spit his own blood from his mouth as a result of someone he considered an ally. Friends were a hard commodity so allies were the best you could really hope for. He could hear the few mates in the ally cheering them on, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care; for once he couldn’t think about what the dunks bloodlust and the extra bit of coin that might come from all this. He managed to push himself up a little onto one elbow before the wind was kicked out of him, collapsing him back down to the gravely alleyway. Squinting through his right eye, which thankfully wasn’t nearly as puffy as his left, he could see across the alley where they stood.
Why did she do it? Stupid little tart; he could see her, sneering back at him as she snogged William. He couldn’t stop the thought from entering his mind … what had he done wrong? Their relationship had seemed strong enough. While not built on much more than lust, cigarettes and a mutual love of money theirs had been a strong one, and now …
None of it made sense to him. He had always respected her and thought the feelings were mutual. The way she looked at him … William was the new recipient of that look. He tried to move his head aside as the blood from his mouth began to form a puddle around his head. He breathed deeply, the pain was beginning to set in on his jaw; watching her snog William to the hooting and hollering of his mates wasn’t helping matters either.
The pain in his jaw heightened. It throbbed with each heartbeat, and as it throbbed more blood trickled out. He may not have lost any teeth, but he was certain he’d torn a hole in his bloody lip. But he didn’t care… the physical pain was nothing on the emotional pain. The shockwave spread throughout his body. But the pain didn’t hurt as much comparatively with what she’d done.
Such betrayal.
There was no way he could respect someone for doing what she did. It was despicable and cowardly… nothing more and nothing left. He moved his hand up and felt his jaw. It was tender, very tender. But at least it wasn’t broken. His jaw was in tact, but his pride and trust weren’t. How could he trust again? He’d put everything he had into her, he’d helped her and she’d helped him … but in the end it was all for naught. The betrayal would stay will him for the rest of his life; betrayal that he refused to stand for again.
He stood at the opening of the alley looking back. A hand appeared on his shoulder and a voice in his ear.
“Sorry I’m late. Looks like you could use a pint though.”
___________________________
”I’ve grown tired Nathan, so you know what? To hell with the fancy introductions and pyrotechnics. **** the spot lights, strobe lights and fog machines. **** the cameras and cell phones lighting up the arena like it was a rock concert. It’s time all that gets pushed aside and we all focus on the task at hand. We’re done setting the stage for Rebirth. From the sound of things Diamond and Awesome have done a good job pushing the ticket sales through the roof. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, the owner and his board of directors are some of the best in the business.
For the past … well I’m not exactly sure how long, three weeks maybe? Well, the world has simply watched as both were handed partners and singles matches just pushing us forward, almost pushing us together. So here I am, sitting, thinking about where this thing between you and I began? I thought back and realized that you’ve been on a collision course with me for some time now. You joined this company a mere ten days after I inked my deal. I look around and you know what I see? I see a division here in nCw Nathan … a division between those who stand in the upper levels and the majority of the company. These bottom feeders are a far cry from what was promoted. Sure you’ve got your Spike Kane’s and DDK’s, even though I loath the big monkey, but the divide between the levels of talent here is staggering. But, no matter what level you’re on Nathan, I’ll be right there. I am the next echelon of competition, and I refuse to quit, refuse to lose … refuse to die. I mean how many times were you choked out, beat up, and nearly killed only to pull yourself back up and do it again? This is your second go round Nathan; kinda like a fresh start … a rebirth for you too huh? But how long can you last against someone who doesn’t care anymore. Emotional attachments have been severed. Our business relationship has grown into a mutual understanding that this whole house of cards, built on sand won’t last forever. At some point, you will outlive your usefulness; and we both know what’ll be the end result of that.
I’ve been thinking and the truth Nathan; the truth is that there isn’t a person on this roster that doesn’t want to hold that World title above his head. Any one of ‘em would be lying if they said they wouldn’t come jumping if that title was being dangled like a carrot on a string. I feel no shame in admitting that, while I haven’t voiced a desire for that specific title, I know it’s something that will eventually be mine. For now though my sights are set on the Honor championship. A title that has been held by the greats of this company and will soon be held by one more; I mean let’s open our eyes and break down the situation at hand here. Nathan Webb … you’re just one small piece of the puzzle here. With the signing of that contract you entered into an agreement to allow yourself to take part in what will be the most brutal and soul splitting match of your career here in nCw. We’ve already seen what happens when Bob Pooler and Nathan Webb meet in the ring don’t we?
Over the past few weeks you’ve been running your mouth a lot. You’ve been making idle threats, and pulling crazy **** out of your ass that even seems ludicrous to me. Well, the time for threats and promises is over. The big day is nearly here and soon enough everyone’ll be in for a treat; won’t they? Webb, you simply have not seen the best I have to offer. Consider yourself privileged because for you, for the sake of all the doubters in nCw … I’ll pull out all the stops.
This is the beginning of a new direction for nCw. The dawn of a new era begins as this match comes to a close. This is the first opportunity that I’ve been given to take the entire company by surprise. I already know that I’m a main eventer, but now its time for the rest of the company to realize that I’m a future Hall of Fame inductee. Go outside the walls of nCw and do your best to find another company, another wrestling organization that even comes close to matching this one. Go ahead, search the interwebs and maybe you’ll stumble upon one you think might work. Search through their men and women, look at their stats, win/loss records and achievements; search as long and hard as you like because you’ll never find anyone quite like me. You’ll not find anyone with the talent, the drive or the complete and utter lack of fear that I have. There’s a lot that’s going to be proven on Sunday night. We both have much to prove don’t we. You want to be the next Honor champion … I want to prove I’m the most deserving to hold that title.
Each of you have proven you have what it takes to even be in this picture, yes … even Joe; but only one of us will walk away from this match. I’m going to enlighten you to something Nathan. Though new to this company you’ve had your time in the limelight. You’ve had a long career before now and enjoyed the fruits of your labors. But your time in the light is coming to a close; that light is fading little by little as time wears on. You will go gracefully into the next stage of your life as you bid farewell to this career. Hanging up your boots for the final time will grant you a feeling of fulfillment knowing that your final action as the ‘top dog’ was seeing that the man who took the title from you was more than just your equal … he was your better. It’s the way things should be Nathan; it’s the nature of things. Just keep saying that, repeat the mantra to yourself; hold it tight, Nathan. Come Monday morning you may very well be nothing but a lost man who can’t see anything that isn’t in the bottom of a bottle. The ending is inevitable Nathan. You will succumb to my power, my might, my will … and you … will … fall. The whole world will watch as you will drown, face down, in your own failure.
The Spider will be meeting something unexpected in his web this Sunday night.
I am Bob Pooler.
I am the next nCw Honor Champion and by God, I will show you exactly what it means to be so.
What will I do next?”