Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2011 10:31:20 GMT -6
Fake?
A wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Full of ****?
I’ve heard it all before, I’d hoped that perhaps you were above all this Alex, yet sadly you seem to have bought into this whole façade about me. You aren’t the first and Lord knows you will not be the last person to claim that my “moral crusade” is just a front to facilitate the advancement of my career. That it is all just an act to help me play the cards of the righteous man serving a higher purpose to pull the wool over the eyes of people the world over to curry some sort of favour that I apparently crave?
Well, newsflash people, I’m not in the business of creating an aura around myself to trick or deceive, what you see if what you get. Am I a calculating, arrogant, smug son of a bitch? Sure, I’m as egotistical as they come but what I’m not is a liar. When I say that I’m fighting for change that will benefit those who deserve it I’m telling the truth. If I claim that I don’t care about money it’s because, well *** damn, I just don’t care about money. It is really quite simple guys; I do not need to create a façade to get ahead, I actually have talent unlike some of you.
So, in the interests of the truth, let’s start with money. The bottom line. The almighty dollar.
Leans forward, staring straight into the camera
Alex Jones, I can categorically state that the financial rewards attached to being NCW National Champion do not interest me one iota. Still need convincing?
Let me ask you a question Alex. Why do you think that I consistently stay in luxury hotels? How do you reckon I can afford to “hire” the peak of the Empire State Building for a private party of two? How on earth did I manage to get a look at the Titanic dockyards a month or so ago despite it being closed to the public? Where do you think this money comes from?
Look, don’t answer that, I’m being awkward because I am fully aware that you can’t. The fact is I’m already “financially secure”, or in layman’s terms, loaded. Bounty hunting is a profitable business if you have “smarts” and the truth is I was damn good at what I did, why else do you think I’so good at reading my opponents in a ring? I was damn good at guessing a bounties next move. My talents made me a hell of a lot of money Alex, more than enough to simply slink off into the shadows and enjoy my life. Then my parents died and let’s just say, I only had even more incentives to be just like Leonard Fox.
But I am nothing like Leonard, Donald or Scrooge.
I’m not motivated by the pursuit of money because I actually have morals, unlike the rest of the leeches clinging to Leonard’s ass cheeks suckling away for “one more chance” at the big time.
Waves
Hi Steven.
So no Alex, the financial rewards for taking that belt off of you do not motivate me in the slightest and yes, I really can afford to let the NCW Board of Directors consistently chastise me for being a “rebel”. Which brings me quite nicely onto your next claim….and this one didn’t make me mad, it just made laugh…
My revolution is all an act and you’ve discovered this because I chose…you. This isn’t Pokémon Alex. Christ, I hardly know where to begin.
I genuinely chose you Alex because…
a) I like a good challenge and in you I see the chance to test myself against one of the best and further prove I’m not a one trick pony.
b) You were the one man Andrew Jacobsen just could not beat, by taking you down I can prove who the real talent of the Young Guns was all along, despite the fact we all already know. Hint : It isn’t Jimmy Zane.
c) Being National Champion means something.
Now you can sit there sipping your water, rolling conspiracies off your tongue all you like but that is the truth. I haven’t pretended to be this rebel who wants to change things Alex, I am a rebel who will bring about change to NCW and I don’t care how many people have tried before me, as quite clearly they were about as successful as paper condom.
The idea that I’ve concocted a character to get myself ahead in this business is frankly insulting Alex and I expected better from a man like you. Did I manipulate Leonard Fox and get something in return? Sure. Did I make up some big scheme so “Uncle Leonard” would give me a present because really deep down I’m as plastic as Paris Hilton’s Rampant Rabbit and this is just an act to get what I want?
Quite frankly, I could talk about how wrong you are for hours, but two simple words will suffice on this occasion.
Pauses
**** off.
Candles flicker as their warm glow lights up the restaurant with a red aura, groups of people huddled in booths as young couples occupy small tables across the floor of the building. Sitting alone are Roberto Verona and Hannah reed, condiments strewn across the table as Roberto points left and right whilst Hannah stares, a look of confusion written across her face which glows brightly in the candlelight which flickers gently a foot away from her face. Suddenly, Hannah leans back and Roberto pauses, looking up at her.
Hannah Reed : I still don’t get it.
Roberto sighs in annoyance.
Roberto Verona : Listen, it’s quite simple. If you pass to the pepper when he is standing beyond the salt and BBQ sauce he is offside and cannot legally score.
Hannah Reed : Yes I get that, but what I don’t understand is why the goal doesn’t stand when he doesn’t touch the pebble. It’s stupid.
Roberto Verona : It doesn’t stand if he is blocking the mayonnaise’s view of the pebble or fouling the salt and is therefore interfering with play.
Hannah Reed : If it’s that simple why do they keep getting it wrong?
Roberto Verona : Because….. I don’t know, FIFA are retards and have overcomplicated the rule. You wanted me to explain it!
Hannah Reed : Only because I heard girls who understood the offside rule were keepers.
Roberto Verona : Where the hell did you hear that?
Hannah Reed : When we were in England…
Roberto rubs his temples, his eyes screwed up in frustration.
Roberto Verona : Hannah…. Having breasts and a pulse are enough to be a “keeper” in England.
Hannah Reed : Well excuse me for making an effort to understand your favourite sport, I can’t help it if soccer…
Roberto Verona : Football.
Hannah Reed : What?
Roberto Verona : Nevermind. How did we get onto this?
Hannah Reed : You were shouting at your phone. People were staring.
Roberto pauses for a moment.
Roberto Verona : It is rude to stare.
Hannah Reed : It is also rude to shout “Oh **** off” at your phone in a restaurant.
Roberto Verona : Touché. Can we please change the topic.
Hannah Reed : By all means. How are you feeling before your big night tomorrow?
Roberto shrugs.
Roberto Verona : Fine really, it isn’t the first big match I’ve competed in and it won’t be the last. Alex will be a challenge but there’s no point dwelling on it, it’ll only play on my mind if I do.
Hannah Reed : Fair enough, just make sure you get the job done Roberto.
Roberto Verona : Well get you, I’ll be sure to do my best colonel.
Hannah leans forward and grabs Roberto’s hand.
Hannah Reed : I’m being serious Roberto, everything will have been a waste of time if you don’t back up what you’ve been saying tomorrow night. You want me take the flak for your comments? Fine, but you need to uphold your end of the bargain and kick Alex Jones’ teeth down his throat and become National Champion.
Roberto Verona : Do you doubt me Hannah?
Hannah Reed : No, I fully expect you to get the job done but my job is to make sure you remember the task at hand. Jones is going to give everything he has to put you away, you need to take all your training this week and your experience and undo anything he throws your way.
Roberto takes a sip of water, pausing for a moment before placing the glass back down.
Roberto Verona : I’m prepared for Jones. I know how he operates inside that ring and I know what kind of man he is. He is a smart, athletic and determined competitor and I know that to break him I need to weather the storm until he is spent. He doesn’t underestimate me like so many of the “stars” have done before him, I know this will be the fight of my life thus far and that when I win, all of the doubters will be silenced once again.
Hannah smiles, bowing her head for a moment.
Hannah Reed : Good. Take that attitude with you to the ring tomorrow night and I know you’ll do it. Now, let’s try and relax, we don’t want you burning yourself out before you face off with Jones.
Roberto Verona : Now you’re talking my language…
The scene begins to fade as Roberto pours red wine into two glasses, preparing to wind down for the evening before Nothing to Lose.
Do you want to know why everybody “is against you” Alex? Why the fans have backed me to roll into New York City this weekend and beat you?
It’s because you really are the biggest waste of talent since Joe Everyman.
Asides from the fact that the opinion of the fans really doesn’t sway me either way, frankly they can say what they want, the reality is that an audience that widely despises me is willing to bet that I will beat you this weekend just goes to show how you’ve wasted your promise. You’re the “good guy” and they can’t even back you against the archetypal “villain”, as wrong as that perception may be.
You shouldn’t be wasting your time sulking at 3am Alex, you should be tucked up fast asleep with that World Title clutched in one arm and a harem of supermodels under the other. If you could actually fulfil you’re true potential you’d be the “Face of the Franchise”, a multi-time World Champion and a Hall of Famer but instead you just search for excuses.
“Leonard hates you”, guess what twinkle toes, he can’t stand me yet I just keep on getting better and better and quite rightly earn all the plaudits, although granted they’re through gritted teeth. There’s a reason men like you who should hate me can begrudgingly accept my ability.
“I was born to be a professional wrestler, unlike you”, sadly this doesn’t earn you anything. I’ve served my time in the backwater ****holes, bleeding for screaming retards just like everybody else. You may have been born to be a wrestler Alex, but that doesn’t give you a divine right to be above guys like me because we earned our spurs later in life after a career change.
“I don’t get the respect I deserve”, you’re right you don’t and there is only one person to blame Alex, and that’s you. You’ve beaten the best and yet, nobody really gives you the credit you deserve and that’s your own fault. Whilst you may not like guys like me who run our mouths, it is guys like me who get noticed. You just get the job done and you don’t do anything that causes a stir, you don’t take real risks and you don’t cause controversy, you’re too “cookie cutter” for your own good.
The only person who can change all this Alex is you. Just beating me isn’t going to change anything, the fact is you’ve beaten talented guys before, you need to start to get yourself noticed and that requires more than just beating guys. You need to unlock that arrogance I’ve heard so much about, you need to run your mouth and upset people and you need to start making statements.
Most importantly; you need to stop giving a crap what other people think about you.
You see you’ve built this match up to be one you cannot afford to lose, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Will losing your belt feel like a kick in the teeth? Sure, why wouldn’t it? However, it isn’t losing on Sunday you should be worrying about Alex it’s not taking what I’ve just said and putting it into action. If you actually start to go out there and get yourself noticed, you’ll get where you want to be, if you just carry on demanding respect you’ll go nowhere. You’ll carry on feeling bitter at the perceived lack of respect and be on a constant mission to prove yourself against guys like me.
Your quest to become the best National champion of all time is a noble and admirable one Alex, I respect your desire to prove that you can beat anybody and the fact you don’t shy away from a real challenge like myself.
I plan to walk out there and take you to your very limits, I will force you to pull out every single move you know and I will drag you to the greatest match of your entire career. This weekend will be a defining moment, I’ve said it all along, because this will force us both to sit down and ask ourselves some questions should we fail to get the job done.
I’ll have to lick my wounds and reassess where I go from here and you, you will have to sit there and consider if everything I have said is right. This weekend will make or break both of us.
Beating you will perhaps be my biggest victory yet in NCW and it is one that will open up new opportunities, ones that I will grab with both hands. This weekend I’ll throw everything I’ve got at you and I expect the same in return.
At Nothing to Lose I will give you my best and I’ll do whatever it takes to become the new NCW National Champion. Good luck out there Alex, because when I set my sights on a goal, you’ll need it.
Viva La Révolution.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Full of ****?
I’ve heard it all before, I’d hoped that perhaps you were above all this Alex, yet sadly you seem to have bought into this whole façade about me. You aren’t the first and Lord knows you will not be the last person to claim that my “moral crusade” is just a front to facilitate the advancement of my career. That it is all just an act to help me play the cards of the righteous man serving a higher purpose to pull the wool over the eyes of people the world over to curry some sort of favour that I apparently crave?
Well, newsflash people, I’m not in the business of creating an aura around myself to trick or deceive, what you see if what you get. Am I a calculating, arrogant, smug son of a bitch? Sure, I’m as egotistical as they come but what I’m not is a liar. When I say that I’m fighting for change that will benefit those who deserve it I’m telling the truth. If I claim that I don’t care about money it’s because, well *** damn, I just don’t care about money. It is really quite simple guys; I do not need to create a façade to get ahead, I actually have talent unlike some of you.
So, in the interests of the truth, let’s start with money. The bottom line. The almighty dollar.
Leans forward, staring straight into the camera
Alex Jones, I can categorically state that the financial rewards attached to being NCW National Champion do not interest me one iota. Still need convincing?
Let me ask you a question Alex. Why do you think that I consistently stay in luxury hotels? How do you reckon I can afford to “hire” the peak of the Empire State Building for a private party of two? How on earth did I manage to get a look at the Titanic dockyards a month or so ago despite it being closed to the public? Where do you think this money comes from?
Look, don’t answer that, I’m being awkward because I am fully aware that you can’t. The fact is I’m already “financially secure”, or in layman’s terms, loaded. Bounty hunting is a profitable business if you have “smarts” and the truth is I was damn good at what I did, why else do you think I’so good at reading my opponents in a ring? I was damn good at guessing a bounties next move. My talents made me a hell of a lot of money Alex, more than enough to simply slink off into the shadows and enjoy my life. Then my parents died and let’s just say, I only had even more incentives to be just like Leonard Fox.
But I am nothing like Leonard, Donald or Scrooge.
I’m not motivated by the pursuit of money because I actually have morals, unlike the rest of the leeches clinging to Leonard’s ass cheeks suckling away for “one more chance” at the big time.
Waves
Hi Steven.
So no Alex, the financial rewards for taking that belt off of you do not motivate me in the slightest and yes, I really can afford to let the NCW Board of Directors consistently chastise me for being a “rebel”. Which brings me quite nicely onto your next claim….and this one didn’t make me mad, it just made laugh…
My revolution is all an act and you’ve discovered this because I chose…you. This isn’t Pokémon Alex. Christ, I hardly know where to begin.
I genuinely chose you Alex because…
a) I like a good challenge and in you I see the chance to test myself against one of the best and further prove I’m not a one trick pony.
b) You were the one man Andrew Jacobsen just could not beat, by taking you down I can prove who the real talent of the Young Guns was all along, despite the fact we all already know. Hint : It isn’t Jimmy Zane.
c) Being National Champion means something.
Now you can sit there sipping your water, rolling conspiracies off your tongue all you like but that is the truth. I haven’t pretended to be this rebel who wants to change things Alex, I am a rebel who will bring about change to NCW and I don’t care how many people have tried before me, as quite clearly they were about as successful as paper condom.
The idea that I’ve concocted a character to get myself ahead in this business is frankly insulting Alex and I expected better from a man like you. Did I manipulate Leonard Fox and get something in return? Sure. Did I make up some big scheme so “Uncle Leonard” would give me a present because really deep down I’m as plastic as Paris Hilton’s Rampant Rabbit and this is just an act to get what I want?
Quite frankly, I could talk about how wrong you are for hours, but two simple words will suffice on this occasion.
Pauses
**** off.
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Candles flicker as their warm glow lights up the restaurant with a red aura, groups of people huddled in booths as young couples occupy small tables across the floor of the building. Sitting alone are Roberto Verona and Hannah reed, condiments strewn across the table as Roberto points left and right whilst Hannah stares, a look of confusion written across her face which glows brightly in the candlelight which flickers gently a foot away from her face. Suddenly, Hannah leans back and Roberto pauses, looking up at her.
Hannah Reed : I still don’t get it.
Roberto sighs in annoyance.
Roberto Verona : Listen, it’s quite simple. If you pass to the pepper when he is standing beyond the salt and BBQ sauce he is offside and cannot legally score.
Hannah Reed : Yes I get that, but what I don’t understand is why the goal doesn’t stand when he doesn’t touch the pebble. It’s stupid.
Roberto Verona : It doesn’t stand if he is blocking the mayonnaise’s view of the pebble or fouling the salt and is therefore interfering with play.
Hannah Reed : If it’s that simple why do they keep getting it wrong?
Roberto Verona : Because….. I don’t know, FIFA are retards and have overcomplicated the rule. You wanted me to explain it!
Hannah Reed : Only because I heard girls who understood the offside rule were keepers.
Roberto Verona : Where the hell did you hear that?
Hannah Reed : When we were in England…
Roberto rubs his temples, his eyes screwed up in frustration.
Roberto Verona : Hannah…. Having breasts and a pulse are enough to be a “keeper” in England.
Hannah Reed : Well excuse me for making an effort to understand your favourite sport, I can’t help it if soccer…
Roberto Verona : Football.
Hannah Reed : What?
Roberto Verona : Nevermind. How did we get onto this?
Hannah Reed : You were shouting at your phone. People were staring.
Roberto pauses for a moment.
Roberto Verona : It is rude to stare.
Hannah Reed : It is also rude to shout “Oh **** off” at your phone in a restaurant.
Roberto Verona : Touché. Can we please change the topic.
Hannah Reed : By all means. How are you feeling before your big night tomorrow?
Roberto shrugs.
Roberto Verona : Fine really, it isn’t the first big match I’ve competed in and it won’t be the last. Alex will be a challenge but there’s no point dwelling on it, it’ll only play on my mind if I do.
Hannah Reed : Fair enough, just make sure you get the job done Roberto.
Roberto Verona : Well get you, I’ll be sure to do my best colonel.
Hannah leans forward and grabs Roberto’s hand.
Hannah Reed : I’m being serious Roberto, everything will have been a waste of time if you don’t back up what you’ve been saying tomorrow night. You want me take the flak for your comments? Fine, but you need to uphold your end of the bargain and kick Alex Jones’ teeth down his throat and become National Champion.
Roberto Verona : Do you doubt me Hannah?
Hannah Reed : No, I fully expect you to get the job done but my job is to make sure you remember the task at hand. Jones is going to give everything he has to put you away, you need to take all your training this week and your experience and undo anything he throws your way.
Roberto takes a sip of water, pausing for a moment before placing the glass back down.
Roberto Verona : I’m prepared for Jones. I know how he operates inside that ring and I know what kind of man he is. He is a smart, athletic and determined competitor and I know that to break him I need to weather the storm until he is spent. He doesn’t underestimate me like so many of the “stars” have done before him, I know this will be the fight of my life thus far and that when I win, all of the doubters will be silenced once again.
Hannah smiles, bowing her head for a moment.
Hannah Reed : Good. Take that attitude with you to the ring tomorrow night and I know you’ll do it. Now, let’s try and relax, we don’t want you burning yourself out before you face off with Jones.
Roberto Verona : Now you’re talking my language…
The scene begins to fade as Roberto pours red wine into two glasses, preparing to wind down for the evening before Nothing to Lose.
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Do you want to know why everybody “is against you” Alex? Why the fans have backed me to roll into New York City this weekend and beat you?
It’s because you really are the biggest waste of talent since Joe Everyman.
Asides from the fact that the opinion of the fans really doesn’t sway me either way, frankly they can say what they want, the reality is that an audience that widely despises me is willing to bet that I will beat you this weekend just goes to show how you’ve wasted your promise. You’re the “good guy” and they can’t even back you against the archetypal “villain”, as wrong as that perception may be.
You shouldn’t be wasting your time sulking at 3am Alex, you should be tucked up fast asleep with that World Title clutched in one arm and a harem of supermodels under the other. If you could actually fulfil you’re true potential you’d be the “Face of the Franchise”, a multi-time World Champion and a Hall of Famer but instead you just search for excuses.
“Leonard hates you”, guess what twinkle toes, he can’t stand me yet I just keep on getting better and better and quite rightly earn all the plaudits, although granted they’re through gritted teeth. There’s a reason men like you who should hate me can begrudgingly accept my ability.
“I was born to be a professional wrestler, unlike you”, sadly this doesn’t earn you anything. I’ve served my time in the backwater ****holes, bleeding for screaming retards just like everybody else. You may have been born to be a wrestler Alex, but that doesn’t give you a divine right to be above guys like me because we earned our spurs later in life after a career change.
“I don’t get the respect I deserve”, you’re right you don’t and there is only one person to blame Alex, and that’s you. You’ve beaten the best and yet, nobody really gives you the credit you deserve and that’s your own fault. Whilst you may not like guys like me who run our mouths, it is guys like me who get noticed. You just get the job done and you don’t do anything that causes a stir, you don’t take real risks and you don’t cause controversy, you’re too “cookie cutter” for your own good.
The only person who can change all this Alex is you. Just beating me isn’t going to change anything, the fact is you’ve beaten talented guys before, you need to start to get yourself noticed and that requires more than just beating guys. You need to unlock that arrogance I’ve heard so much about, you need to run your mouth and upset people and you need to start making statements.
Most importantly; you need to stop giving a crap what other people think about you.
You see you’ve built this match up to be one you cannot afford to lose, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Will losing your belt feel like a kick in the teeth? Sure, why wouldn’t it? However, it isn’t losing on Sunday you should be worrying about Alex it’s not taking what I’ve just said and putting it into action. If you actually start to go out there and get yourself noticed, you’ll get where you want to be, if you just carry on demanding respect you’ll go nowhere. You’ll carry on feeling bitter at the perceived lack of respect and be on a constant mission to prove yourself against guys like me.
Your quest to become the best National champion of all time is a noble and admirable one Alex, I respect your desire to prove that you can beat anybody and the fact you don’t shy away from a real challenge like myself.
I plan to walk out there and take you to your very limits, I will force you to pull out every single move you know and I will drag you to the greatest match of your entire career. This weekend will be a defining moment, I’ve said it all along, because this will force us both to sit down and ask ourselves some questions should we fail to get the job done.
I’ll have to lick my wounds and reassess where I go from here and you, you will have to sit there and consider if everything I have said is right. This weekend will make or break both of us.
Beating you will perhaps be my biggest victory yet in NCW and it is one that will open up new opportunities, ones that I will grab with both hands. This weekend I’ll throw everything I’ve got at you and I expect the same in return.
At Nothing to Lose I will give you my best and I’ll do whatever it takes to become the new NCW National Champion. Good luck out there Alex, because when I set my sights on a goal, you’ll need it.
Viva La Révolution.