Post by Jimmy Zane on Aug 25, 2011 15:26:39 GMT -6
Collision last week left you all a bit confused, didn't it? The Semi Main Event was to be a breeze match for the reigning world champion, was it not? It was meant to be a match that Steve Awesome could use as a springboard into his World Title defense this week against Ricky Johnson. It was a match that he could go out there, win, and look forward to Nothing to Lose. Well, the key word in all of those sentences is WAS! Through a little monkey wrench in the works didn't I? The world was put on notice last Sunday night, and the world responded in unison.
When that final bell rang, they couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe that the prodigal son that had returned home over three months ago was able to pull out victory over NCW Hall of Famer Spike Kane and NCW World Heavyweight Champion Steve Awesome. The internet exploded with all kinds of reactions, and I found them all a bit amusing. The most amusing part, however, was watching my fellow NCW roster mates running their mouths this week. Before last week, I was accused of being...
Funny how one win can change all that, isn't it? Oh, those same people are still saying the same old things, but it's a bit different now! I mean guys I don't even have matches with are running their mouths! Seth Evans, as if I give a **** who this dude is, bitching how I beat him before but it's time for round two, blah blah blah. Then there is the National Champion, talking me up to talk me down and saying I am unworthy of a National Title Shot! As I previously pointed out, I don't have match scheduled with either of these men this week. I don't have a match scheduled with either of them next week, hell, or next month for that matter. My match this week is against my old friend Rob Diamond and his mystery partner.
Don't worry, Rob! I will get to you in a minute!
Anyway, it got me thinking. Where did all of these sudden hate for me come from? Where does the need to talk about someone you have no real connection to in any way, shape or form this week play into your promos? The more I racked my brain trying to figure out, the more obvious it became. Then the light bulb went off, and I figured it out. I figured all of you out. Both Seth Evans and AJ Phoenix have this incessant need to feel important. To feel like they are somebody. AJ is only on my radar because he wears that title around his waist, for now. As soon as he loses it, he will cease to be important to me. And Evans?
He doesn't even register on the top twenty people I give a **** about!
But the actual reason they felt compelled to mention me in their promos. The overwhelming need to take time out of their week to say the mean and nasty things they had to say about me really drives me to ask them a simple, yet logical question.
WHOSE RIDING WHOSE COATTAILS NOW, BITCHES?
You two ****ing chumps do me a favor. Keep my name out of your mouths because the more you run your mouth, the more it will hurt when I ram my foot down your throats! Don't pretend that you were being all cool and talking all big to because you are a bad ass. You saw that I beat the World Champion and a Hall of Famer in a triple threat match last week, and you saw an opportunity to get your name out there. You saw an opportunity for some publicity. You saw the chance to run your mouth about me and hope that NCW management would see that you were trying to step to me and think that you belong in the same ring with me when the plain and simple fact of the matter is...
Neither of you even belong in the same arena, let alone the same ring.
Now, onto my old friend Rob. Man, we ran up and down the roads together. We were partners. Buddies. Hell, nothing in the world can change that fact that we were down right..
Infamous!
Me, you, Batesy...and hell, even Ace. We were the rebels. And things fell apart. You're right, Rob. I lacked the drive, determination, focus and intestinal fortitude to stick things out when they got rough! I lacked the inner strength to stand steadfast in the face of adversity. I didn't have the mental toughness to deal with the failures that had consumed my life and my career. And I quit. Four times, by your count. Don't deny it. As a matter of fact, in recent weeks, I have embraced that. I have embraced the fact that before, I was a lost little boy searching for a home and trying to please everyone while all the while neglecting myself and my career. I put myself in no-win situations, and I couldn't get out. The walls were closing in fast, and I was suffocating. I was dying a little every day man. And where were you? My "friend" wasn't there for me, Rob. You weren't there to do what real friends do. You weren't there to help me get up, pat me on the back and tell me to press on. To move forward. To persevere. As a matter of fact...
You were a ****ing ghost when I needed you most!
Was I outspoken about you walking out on NCW? Did I make pointed jabs at you walking out the door after you lost the belt to Steve? Damn right I did. People have asked me why, and I have just deflected those questions, but since we find ourselves in the same ring this weekend, I might as well let the cat out of the bag and say what I got to say. So, I hope you are ready for the ****ing truth, because here it comes!
I looked up to you!
I looked up to you for all those reasons you listed off at your press conference. You had the guts, will and determination to stand up for what you believed in and stay here in the face of adversity and you did it with the whole world laughing in your face! You got rid of the stupid gimmicks and you were just you, and when people said that "you" weren't good enough you beat their ass and walked off smiling. You can't possibly think that what you have seen out of me the last month or so hasn't been somewhat of mirror image of what you were doing last year! You can't possibly miss out on the similarities between what I have become and what you are!
We're the same, you and me!
We are ultimate underdogs, Rob, and I looked up to you. And for you to walk out of this company was a slap in the face to guys like me who thought of you as a trailblazer. As a man who knew what he wanted, regardless of his size, strength, speed, whatever, and ****ing grabbed the brass ring and shook it in old man Leo's face just for spite! You say I am not good enough. Spike said I wasn't good enough. Steve said I wasn't good enough. Everyman said I wasn't good enough. Hell..
The whole damn world said I wasn't good enough!
But here I am, Rob. Standing in front of you as one half of the World Tag Team Champions. With higher hopes, and higher aspirations for myself than anyone else in this company. The difference this time around? Hell, that's simple.
I quit caring!
I quit caring what you think. I quit caring what management thinks. I quit caring what any other son of a bitch in this company thinks. Because it doesn't matter what any of you think. It only matters what *I* think! It only matters if *I* believe in me. And what I believe this week, Rob, is that you are going to eat your words! You are going to end up with Lex's fist in your throat, and my foot in your ass. It's inevitable, Rob. The unthinkable is being thought! The unheard of is being heard! And when you and your "mystery partner" fall to Lex and I this week, you will finally realize the truth.
I have surpassed you!
(Mystery Partner? That's what Rob has on his side this week as he comes to Nothing to Lose to face Jimmy and Lex for the Tag Team Titles with, well...Nothing to Lose. He quit, then he didn't quit. He left, now he's back! Hell, it's like the world turned upside down the last few weeks. Suddenly, Jimmy Zane is Rob Diamond, and Rob Diamond is Jimmy Zane. It's a weird turn of events, I know, but that's where we stand right now. Rob's "secret" weapon, which honestly isn't that big of a secret unless he just pulls the ultimate swerve of swerves, is the only thing he has going for him. Meanwhile, Jimmy has the biggest, baddest hombre in NCW on his side in Lex Sense. The man who damn near broke Angel in half a few weeks ago. Which, by the way, is who I personally think Rob's partner is, but we shall see! Anyway, Lex is a beast of a man loves to have a good time, but is also extremely serious about a few things!
(Mocking Rob's three finger countdown)
1 - Retaining the World Tag Team Titles!
2 - Beating the snot out of Rob Diamond and whoever his partner may be.
3 - Ice Cream! The big man loves his ice cream!
(See, Rob, I can do countdowns too!)
So let's start with the first of these. Retaining the tag titles. Thus far, there has yet to be a real tag team to take the titles off of Jimmy and Lex's waist. I mean those Flashbang hosebeasts tried it, and failed, several times. There isn't a single tag team in NCW that poses a real threat to the tag team titles!
That's the fact, Jack!
Now, secondly, Lex has no love lost for Rob Diamond or "the partner who shall remain nameless". Neither does Jimmy. As Jimmy has stated before, they make no difference in his life one way or the other. Lex wants to pound EVERY opponent into the ground whether their name is Rob Diamond, Lord Dominicus, Adam Knite, or
*cough* Angel *cough*.
And lastly. Come on, really, who DOESN'T love ice cream? Seriously? If you don't like ice cream, you can just go **** yourself! Ice cream is the tastiest thing on the whole damn planet. Don't judge a big man Lex based on his love of the wonderful frozen dairy treat! Besides, if he heard you mocking him, he would just kick your ass. Plain and simple. Just a word of warning, don't make the big guy angry.
You wouldn't like him when he's angry!
The scene fades in and we see Jimmy by himself in the restaurant at his hotel. He is sitting by himself at a table. In his hand is an ice cream cone stacked high with soft serve ice cream. He is munching down like its the last ice cream on earth. In the background, you hear a woman's frightened scream! Jimmy turns his head and laughs as he sees Lex Sense walking through the lobby and into the restaurant. Jimmy waves and Lex comes over to the table.)[/color]
Lex Sense: Damn that ice cream looks good! Where did you get it?
(points to the machine)
Lex Sense: How much is it?
(shrugs shoulders)
Lex Sense: Is it good?
(nods head)
Lex Sense: ****ing sweet!
(Lex walks over to the soft serve machine and looks around at all the toppings. He smiles real big and instead of a cone grabs a big soup bowl. He pulls the handle on the ice cream machine and draws a huge, heaping pile of ice cream into the bowl. He then goes to the toppings side and adds hot fudge, caramel, whipped cream, nuts, strawberry topping, pineapple topping, crushed oreos and some sprinkles. He walks back towards the table with toppings falling off the bowl. He sits down and grabs his spoon in his hand and digs in. Jimmy laughs as he sits there admiring the giant bowl of ice cream Lex is devouring.)
Dude, do you think you got a big enough bowl?
(Lex shakes his head no.)
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That **** looks pretty good!
(Lex shakes his head yes.)
You ready for this match Sunday night?
(Lex pauses for a moment, swallowing the ice cream and turning to Jimmy.)
Lex Sense: Are you serious?
(Laughing) Not really, I just wanted to see what it would take to get your face out of that bowl!
(Both men laugh and Lex goes back to his giant bowl of ice cream. Jimmy gets down to the crunchy cone of his ice cream. As he slowly devours the shell he thinks about the match and all the expectations that comes with defeating the World Champion last week on Collision. He smiles to himself knowing that he has finally gotten to a place where he is comfortable in his own skin, and damn anybody who tries to change him otherwise. He gets up from the table and walks over, following Lex's lead and making a giant bowl with all the goodies on top. He sits back down with Lex and they devour their ice cream together as the scene fades to black.)
As I was putting this video package together and prepping it to air, another jacknut who thinks he is somebody decided he wanted to talk about me too. Another coattail riding, mouth running wannabe superstar who actually has the chance to become the NCW National Champion this week. A former Young Gun and a former stablemate of Lex and I. The one and only Roberto Verona. Yeah, buddy. I heard you called me "common". Yeah, like you have any room to talk. What are you? Extraordinary? Are you awesome? Are you a big fish in a small pond? Are you a dominant superstar here in NCW? The answer to these, and other questions, tonight on 60 minutes.
Oh hell! Let's answer it right now!
HELL NO!
Roberto, do us all a favor. Pull your lip over your head, and swallow. You would be doing the world a favor if you did. You are a posh, selfish, wannabe superstar who somehow has fooled management and everyone else that you belong at the top of card. Well, brother, I got news for you. You are going to get your ass beat back to the bottom as soon as you get there. You suck, and the bottom line is you just aren't ****ing good enough. You say Viva La Revolucion! I say
VIVA LA GO **** YOURSELF!
*SHOCKED*
When that final bell rang, they couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe that the prodigal son that had returned home over three months ago was able to pull out victory over NCW Hall of Famer Spike Kane and NCW World Heavyweight Champion Steve Awesome. The internet exploded with all kinds of reactions, and I found them all a bit amusing. The most amusing part, however, was watching my fellow NCW roster mates running their mouths this week. Before last week, I was accused of being...
~Talentless~
~Worthless~
~Riding Lex's coattails~
~Worthless~
~Riding Lex's coattails~
Funny how one win can change all that, isn't it? Oh, those same people are still saying the same old things, but it's a bit different now! I mean guys I don't even have matches with are running their mouths! Seth Evans, as if I give a **** who this dude is, bitching how I beat him before but it's time for round two, blah blah blah. Then there is the National Champion, talking me up to talk me down and saying I am unworthy of a National Title Shot! As I previously pointed out, I don't have match scheduled with either of these men this week. I don't have a match scheduled with either of them next week, hell, or next month for that matter. My match this week is against my old friend Rob Diamond and his mystery partner.
Don't worry, Rob! I will get to you in a minute!
Anyway, it got me thinking. Where did all of these sudden hate for me come from? Where does the need to talk about someone you have no real connection to in any way, shape or form this week play into your promos? The more I racked my brain trying to figure out, the more obvious it became. Then the light bulb went off, and I figured it out. I figured all of you out. Both Seth Evans and AJ Phoenix have this incessant need to feel important. To feel like they are somebody. AJ is only on my radar because he wears that title around his waist, for now. As soon as he loses it, he will cease to be important to me. And Evans?
He doesn't even register on the top twenty people I give a **** about!
But the actual reason they felt compelled to mention me in their promos. The overwhelming need to take time out of their week to say the mean and nasty things they had to say about me really drives me to ask them a simple, yet logical question.
WHOSE RIDING WHOSE COATTAILS NOW, BITCHES?
You two ****ing chumps do me a favor. Keep my name out of your mouths because the more you run your mouth, the more it will hurt when I ram my foot down your throats! Don't pretend that you were being all cool and talking all big to because you are a bad ass. You saw that I beat the World Champion and a Hall of Famer in a triple threat match last week, and you saw an opportunity to get your name out there. You saw an opportunity for some publicity. You saw the chance to run your mouth about me and hope that NCW management would see that you were trying to step to me and think that you belong in the same ring with me when the plain and simple fact of the matter is...
Neither of you even belong in the same arena, let alone the same ring.
Now, onto my old friend Rob. Man, we ran up and down the roads together. We were partners. Buddies. Hell, nothing in the world can change that fact that we were down right..
Infamous!
Me, you, Batesy...and hell, even Ace. We were the rebels. And things fell apart. You're right, Rob. I lacked the drive, determination, focus and intestinal fortitude to stick things out when they got rough! I lacked the inner strength to stand steadfast in the face of adversity. I didn't have the mental toughness to deal with the failures that had consumed my life and my career. And I quit. Four times, by your count. Don't deny it. As a matter of fact, in recent weeks, I have embraced that. I have embraced the fact that before, I was a lost little boy searching for a home and trying to please everyone while all the while neglecting myself and my career. I put myself in no-win situations, and I couldn't get out. The walls were closing in fast, and I was suffocating. I was dying a little every day man. And where were you? My "friend" wasn't there for me, Rob. You weren't there to do what real friends do. You weren't there to help me get up, pat me on the back and tell me to press on. To move forward. To persevere. As a matter of fact...
You were a ****ing ghost when I needed you most!
Was I outspoken about you walking out on NCW? Did I make pointed jabs at you walking out the door after you lost the belt to Steve? Damn right I did. People have asked me why, and I have just deflected those questions, but since we find ourselves in the same ring this weekend, I might as well let the cat out of the bag and say what I got to say. So, I hope you are ready for the ****ing truth, because here it comes!
I looked up to you!
I looked up to you for all those reasons you listed off at your press conference. You had the guts, will and determination to stand up for what you believed in and stay here in the face of adversity and you did it with the whole world laughing in your face! You got rid of the stupid gimmicks and you were just you, and when people said that "you" weren't good enough you beat their ass and walked off smiling. You can't possibly think that what you have seen out of me the last month or so hasn't been somewhat of mirror image of what you were doing last year! You can't possibly miss out on the similarities between what I have become and what you are!
We're the same, you and me!
We are ultimate underdogs, Rob, and I looked up to you. And for you to walk out of this company was a slap in the face to guys like me who thought of you as a trailblazer. As a man who knew what he wanted, regardless of his size, strength, speed, whatever, and ****ing grabbed the brass ring and shook it in old man Leo's face just for spite! You say I am not good enough. Spike said I wasn't good enough. Steve said I wasn't good enough. Everyman said I wasn't good enough. Hell..
The whole damn world said I wasn't good enough!
But here I am, Rob. Standing in front of you as one half of the World Tag Team Champions. With higher hopes, and higher aspirations for myself than anyone else in this company. The difference this time around? Hell, that's simple.
I quit caring!
I quit caring what you think. I quit caring what management thinks. I quit caring what any other son of a bitch in this company thinks. Because it doesn't matter what any of you think. It only matters what *I* think! It only matters if *I* believe in me. And what I believe this week, Rob, is that you are going to eat your words! You are going to end up with Lex's fist in your throat, and my foot in your ass. It's inevitable, Rob. The unthinkable is being thought! The unheard of is being heard! And when you and your "mystery partner" fall to Lex and I this week, you will finally realize the truth.
I have surpassed you!
(Mystery Partner? That's what Rob has on his side this week as he comes to Nothing to Lose to face Jimmy and Lex for the Tag Team Titles with, well...Nothing to Lose. He quit, then he didn't quit. He left, now he's back! Hell, it's like the world turned upside down the last few weeks. Suddenly, Jimmy Zane is Rob Diamond, and Rob Diamond is Jimmy Zane. It's a weird turn of events, I know, but that's where we stand right now. Rob's "secret" weapon, which honestly isn't that big of a secret unless he just pulls the ultimate swerve of swerves, is the only thing he has going for him. Meanwhile, Jimmy has the biggest, baddest hombre in NCW on his side in Lex Sense. The man who damn near broke Angel in half a few weeks ago. Which, by the way, is who I personally think Rob's partner is, but we shall see! Anyway, Lex is a beast of a man loves to have a good time, but is also extremely serious about a few things!
(Mocking Rob's three finger countdown)
1 - Retaining the World Tag Team Titles!
2 - Beating the snot out of Rob Diamond and whoever his partner may be.
3 - Ice Cream! The big man loves his ice cream!
(See, Rob, I can do countdowns too!)
So let's start with the first of these. Retaining the tag titles. Thus far, there has yet to be a real tag team to take the titles off of Jimmy and Lex's waist. I mean those Flashbang hosebeasts tried it, and failed, several times. There isn't a single tag team in NCW that poses a real threat to the tag team titles!
That's the fact, Jack!
Now, secondly, Lex has no love lost for Rob Diamond or "the partner who shall remain nameless". Neither does Jimmy. As Jimmy has stated before, they make no difference in his life one way or the other. Lex wants to pound EVERY opponent into the ground whether their name is Rob Diamond, Lord Dominicus, Adam Knite, or
*cough* Angel *cough*.
And lastly. Come on, really, who DOESN'T love ice cream? Seriously? If you don't like ice cream, you can just go **** yourself! Ice cream is the tastiest thing on the whole damn planet. Don't judge a big man Lex based on his love of the wonderful frozen dairy treat! Besides, if he heard you mocking him, he would just kick your ass. Plain and simple. Just a word of warning, don't make the big guy angry.
You wouldn't like him when he's angry!
The scene fades in and we see Jimmy by himself in the restaurant at his hotel. He is sitting by himself at a table. In his hand is an ice cream cone stacked high with soft serve ice cream. He is munching down like its the last ice cream on earth. In the background, you hear a woman's frightened scream! Jimmy turns his head and laughs as he sees Lex Sense walking through the lobby and into the restaurant. Jimmy waves and Lex comes over to the table.)[/color]
Lex Sense: Damn that ice cream looks good! Where did you get it?
(points to the machine)
Lex Sense: How much is it?
(shrugs shoulders)
Lex Sense: Is it good?
(nods head)
Lex Sense: ****ing sweet!
(Lex walks over to the soft serve machine and looks around at all the toppings. He smiles real big and instead of a cone grabs a big soup bowl. He pulls the handle on the ice cream machine and draws a huge, heaping pile of ice cream into the bowl. He then goes to the toppings side and adds hot fudge, caramel, whipped cream, nuts, strawberry topping, pineapple topping, crushed oreos and some sprinkles. He walks back towards the table with toppings falling off the bowl. He sits down and grabs his spoon in his hand and digs in. Jimmy laughs as he sits there admiring the giant bowl of ice cream Lex is devouring.)
Dude, do you think you got a big enough bowl?
(Lex shakes his head no.)
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That **** looks pretty good!
(Lex shakes his head yes.)
You ready for this match Sunday night?
(Lex pauses for a moment, swallowing the ice cream and turning to Jimmy.)
Lex Sense: Are you serious?
(Laughing) Not really, I just wanted to see what it would take to get your face out of that bowl!
(Both men laugh and Lex goes back to his giant bowl of ice cream. Jimmy gets down to the crunchy cone of his ice cream. As he slowly devours the shell he thinks about the match and all the expectations that comes with defeating the World Champion last week on Collision. He smiles to himself knowing that he has finally gotten to a place where he is comfortable in his own skin, and damn anybody who tries to change him otherwise. He gets up from the table and walks over, following Lex's lead and making a giant bowl with all the goodies on top. He sits back down with Lex and they devour their ice cream together as the scene fades to black.)
As I was putting this video package together and prepping it to air, another jacknut who thinks he is somebody decided he wanted to talk about me too. Another coattail riding, mouth running wannabe superstar who actually has the chance to become the NCW National Champion this week. A former Young Gun and a former stablemate of Lex and I. The one and only Roberto Verona. Yeah, buddy. I heard you called me "common". Yeah, like you have any room to talk. What are you? Extraordinary? Are you awesome? Are you a big fish in a small pond? Are you a dominant superstar here in NCW? The answer to these, and other questions, tonight on 60 minutes.
Oh hell! Let's answer it right now!
HELL NO!
Roberto, do us all a favor. Pull your lip over your head, and swallow. You would be doing the world a favor if you did. You are a posh, selfish, wannabe superstar who somehow has fooled management and everyone else that you belong at the top of card. Well, brother, I got news for you. You are going to get your ass beat back to the bottom as soon as you get there. You suck, and the bottom line is you just aren't ****ing good enough. You say Viva La Revolucion! I say
VIVA LA GO **** YOURSELF!