Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2011 10:33:32 GMT -6
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Survival of the fittest.
I’m sure you’re familiar with the term Jake, or perhaps you’re more familiar with the term natural selection. Either way, if you’re as smart as you say you are then all of this will make sense to you, let’s flex those old cerebral muscles of yours and see if anything resembling common sense decides to creep out from your lips.
Those of you holding your breath really ought to alert a loved one first.
Much to the chagrin of Biblical Literalism, our good brother in species Charles Darwin constructed his theory of evolution and it seems to me Conway by your fabric butchery you want to use this to demonstrate your physical and mental superiority over myself and your fellow colleagues. What was it that you said? “So many things in the world can stop a revolution, but nothing can stop an evolution”?
Ignoring the obvious flaws in that argument, let me assume Conway that you believe that you have evolved to be the “Apex of Evolution”, well I say assume you said as much yourself. That would make me and the rest of the guys on the roster the victims of natural selection right? We’re the Tyrannosaurs plodding along to our demise and you’re the cockroach scurrying away to survive another day? You’ve adapted yourself to perfectly suit your environment whilst we naïvely feed on the scraps until we slowly die off one by one.
Well, that’s if by “adapted” you mean realised that brown nosing is the way to get ahead and “evolved” means you’re willing to play dirty to please your “paymaster”.
Don’t get me wrong Jake, I’m not disputing that perhaps you’ve “evolved” more than some of the guys, but I don’t think you quite understand how exactly you’ve done so, nor do you really realise the implications of natural selection as a measure of balancing the eco-system.
A predator is only effective for as long as it has a prey to feed from. As long as you have guys like Nathan Webb to pick off and scavenge from you will no doubt thrive and maybe even manage to fool people into the misleading assumption that you’re actually all you say you are and not just a wily old opportunist doing the bidding of a higher power. The only problem is that a predator only thrives as long as there are victims to take advantage of Conway, but more importantly it only thrives as long as there isn’t a superior predator to challenge it.
You may well paint yourself in infamy by attacking the crippled and the inexperienced Jake, it doesn’t surprise me that you pick off weaker prey to solidify your reputation and there is no doubt that people like you have your place in the hierarchy of a wrestling federation, but you’re mistaken if you think you are the “apex” NCW.
You like to think of yourself as the Lion of the savannah of New Championship Wrestling when in reality you’re the hyena. Oh sure, you impressive enough but you rely on your cunning to pick off weaker victims to earn your spoils and as long as you take out the feeble and the maimed you’ll survive.
Only your assumption that I am in the strata beneath you in the food chain is flawed. Then again, maybe deep down you realise that yourself, after all you took out Venom and Webb face to face without the need for too much “tom foolery”, yet I’m different. You gave me a beating I haven’t forgotten Ace, but you did it after Rob and Andrew had done the damage for you. Then you decided to distract me long enough for Lex to come to his senses and put me down for the three count.
Forgive me if I’m wrong here Conway, but that doesn’t strike me as the actions of the “pinnacle” of the business who will dispatch me with ease.
But then, we both know that this has just been the appetiser and this Sunday will be the main course. I’m not stupid Conway, I know you’re trying to get under my skin and plant a few seeds of doubt in my mind so that this Sunday you perhaps have something of an advantage over me and I won’t lie, when you jumped me you pissed me off, but frankly if you’re expecting me to blow a gasket you will be sorely disappointed.
There is no reason for me to get angry Jake, because I don’t need to make a statement to get somebody upstairs to put two and two together and book Conway vs Verona, you did Leonard’s dirty work for him and you have given me exactly what I want.
A time, a date, a location where you will get what has been coming to you.
Ultimately, that is all that counts. I don’t need to “hulk out” and pander to your every whim as we exchange blows before the finale this weekend because I know that in a short few days, any anger I may have bottled up can be unleashed and there will be nowhere for you to hide. There will be no stipulations for you to abuse to gain a upper hand and there won’t be any other participants for you to manipulate to do your dirty work for you.
This time Ace, you’re going to have to fight me like a man and you’re going to have to do it by yourself. Of course, if you are all you say you are that should be no problem for you, but then if you were as great as you boast then you wouldn’t have needed to employ the tactics you have over the past fortnight.
Underestimate me all you like Conway, well at least keep up the pretence that you do, but don’t expect me to join in and stomp my feet in defiance. I know that underneath all of the misguided rage and dirty tricks there is a wrestler with plenty left to give this business, I don’t think you’re going to be a pushover but I am not in this business to bury jobbers like Jimmy Zane and Todd Williams on a bi-weekly basis.
But if you think that you’re going to add me to the list of extinct careers this Sunday at Road to the Gold, you’re gravely mistaken. Only the fittest will survive Jake and you had better hope that for your sake you really are as dominant as you assume you are.
Smoke billows and rises from a warm cup of hot chocolate as Roberto Verona sits on a stool in his kitchen, a newspaper strewn across the worktop and a small plate of toast half devoured beside it. His eyes dart from left to right as he slowly surveys the latest world events, only interrupted by an intermittent sip of warm cocoa and the delicate crunch of butter and toast. Suddenly the doorbell rings, echoing for a few moments before falling silent. Roberto looks up, ignoring it for a moment before it rings again. Sighing, Verona lifts himself up and shuffles slowly towards the front door, one half of his dressing belt dragging along the floor as he reaches for the door knob.
Roberto Verona : Oh God it’s you.
Roberto shudders at the sight of a short, excitable brunette standing on his doorstep, complete with two suitcases, a backpack and a small dog under one arm.
Jessica Reed : Hello Robbie V.
Roberto Verona : Don’t call me that.
Jessica Reed : Whatev.
Jessica playfully skips past Roberto into his house, bumping into him gently.
Jessica Reed : Get my bags will ya.
Roberto scowls, before sighing in defeat and picking up the two cases before stumbling in, kicking the door behind him. He drops the two suitcases besides the door and strolls across to Hannah who has just emerged from a room to investigate the noise.
Roberto Verona : What the hell is she doing here?
Hannah’s eye dart to one side for a moment as her sister waves excitedly at her.
Hannah Reed : I told you she was coming to stay, don’t you remember?
Roberto stares blankly as Hannah rolls her eyes in a show of disappointed expectance.
Hannah Reed : You said it was OK Roberto.
Roberto Verona : I would do no such thing.
Hannah Reed : I asked you two days ago when you were doing that paperwork. You said “Sure”.
Roberto Verona : I thought you were asking if I wanted another dri-….
Just as Roberto attempts to finish his setance Jessica jumps on his back, knocking the wind out of him as she wrap her arms around his neck. Taking a moment to recover Verona looks up at Hannah.
Roberto Verona : Kill. Me.
Hannah Reed : Oh come on Roberto, it is only for a couple of days whilst she gets her head together. You know her and my parents fight all the time.
Jessica relinquishes her grip and hops down off of Roberto’s back as he rubs his throat before turning back to Hannah.
Roberto Verona : Three days Hannah. Then I kill her.
Jessica Reed : It’ll be fun! Just like back in Chicago.
Roberto Verona : It wasn’t fun then.
Jessica Reed : Oh cheer up, you’re getting miserable in your old age.
Verona turns his head abruptly and sneers at Jessica who just smiles cheerfully at him, her hands clasped behind her back as she bounces enthusiastically on the spot.
Roberto Verona : Just…forget it….Oh come on!
Roberto suddenly rushes past the petite younger Reed towards her small dog which runs away frantically, cushion in mouth, as Verona disappears out of sight.
Jessica Reed : Nice pad sis, you’re doing well for yourself.
Hannah Reed : OK, what are you doing here.
Jessica’s jovial expression quickly changes to confusion, slightly taken aback by her sisters outright interrogation.
Jessica Reed : You just said…
Hannah Reed : Roberto never listens to me when he is busy….well, actually he just never listens to me. You’re lucky he bought it. I told you I’d pay for a hotel Jessica, not that you could stay here.
Jessica Reed : I thought I’d surprise you….
Hannah sighs, scrunching her eyes as she rubs the ridge of her nose.
Hannah Reed : That’s sweet Jess but you can’t just show up on my doorstep whenever you feel like it. Listen, you can stay for three days but after that you’ve got to go and find a hotel. Roberto has a lot to deal with this week, he doesn’t need you distracting him.
Suddenly Jessica breaks free of her momentary melancholy and leaps towards Hannah, wrapping her arms around whilst emitting a tiny squeal of joy.
Jessica Reed : Ohhhh thank you, thank you, thank youuuuu! I’ll be gone in three days I swear.
Eventually she loosens her grip and turns towards the living room, skipping away gleefully as Hannah stands with her hands on her hips.
Hannah Reed : Crap.
Really?
We’re going to engage in some sort of dick-measuring exercise here about whose mentor was better?
You seem to have me mistaken for somebody who gives a crap about who helped turn you into the smug, arrogant arsehole you are today.
Cheers for that by the way Spike.
Now I know this is your first go-to strategy to try and irritate me and make me lose my cool, but if you think that just because you’re able to ramble on about apparently how useless Venom was you’ll somehow be able to prove you’re superior to me in some way then you’re going to get even more boring even faster than I assumed you would.
Venom remains a very close friend, but this façade you’ve built up about how his involvement in my career somehow defines who I am is incredibly misguided. You’ve built your theory on a mound of sand Jake and when the tide rolls in you’ll realise the error of your ways.
Venom’s ability or insinuated lack thereof is no concern of mine. Whether he was or he wasn’t the next big thing or if he was just a big walking failure, it doesn’t affect my ability or my potential legacy inside that ring. Sure, I learnt how this company works under Venom’s tutelage and he elevated me to a stage higher than I would have otherwise occupied at the time but he does not determine my future purely by association.
The reason people utter my name and the words “future world champion” isn’t because of Venom, it isn’t because of the Young Guns and isn’t because people are easily impressed. It is because I have genuine potential and actual ability beyond a few five star reviews on some wrestling fan site. I am the future of this company, men like me will shape the way this business is remembered. You’re a relic of the past looking to relive former glories Conway.
Whether Spike Kane literally kicked you into competence or not is irrelevant to me, much as your lengthy list of accomplishments is. I won’t belittle everything you have achieved Ace in the same manner you seemingly flippantly ignore my real potential under a grand façade of Venom’s “incompetence” because I am well aware of what you have achieved in this business. You’ve done things some men may only dream of Conway so you can take a sigh of relief and drop your paranoia to one side for a moment and accept that for what it is, an acceptance of your glorious past.
But it is just that. The past.
You used to be World Champion. You used to be the Road to the Gold Champion. You used to be a dominant force.
None of this matters anymore Jake. All of Falcon’s accomplishments were meaningless when I clipped his wings when everybody expected him to silence me. All the blood Spike Kane has spilled was worthless when I drilled his face into my kneecap.
And this Sunday when I wipe that smile off of your face, all of the belts you’ve accumulated, all of the accolades you’ve enjoyed…. everything. It will all be forgotten.
I used to be Venom’s protégée Conway, but now I am my own man and ultimately all that matter is the here and now. When you slither your way down to that ring on Sunday everything you’ve done before will become irrelevant, all that will matters is what happens in those moments.
That isn’t to say that your little escapade with Venom recently is forgotten or forgiven Ace, far from it, what it means is that if you think I am just Venom’s little project which is doomed to failure you will learn the hard way on Sunday that I have always been far more than that. As much as I may respect Venom, I know that deep down when all is said and done this business will remember my name before it ever remembers his. I will be sure to repay you for what you did to him, but don’t make the mistake in thinking that my fate is tied to his.
I will not make the mistake of underestimating you Jake, you’ve got the upper hand on me for two weeks running and you have the most important person behind you that you can have in this company. I am not a simpleton, I knew Leonard would put a price on my head eventually in an ironic twist where I am now the hunted and you’re the bounty hunter. I don’t blame you for taking his money, that is what men like you do Conway.
You’re not in this for New Championship Wrestling, you’re in this for yourself. Is that a criticism? Yes, but then you’re hardly the only person strolling around backstage who only gives a crap about their own personal advancement at the detriment of others. That is the “nature of the biz” right? Unlike you I have principles Jake, when I have played dirty I have done it for the eventual betterment of others. Does that make me better than you?
Yes, but not because of that.
I have principles, something you will undoubtedly fail to understand, just like the rest of the moral failures wandering around backstage. You can call me cheap, tacky and gimmicky all you want it doesn’t matter, I am just like you Ace, I transcend tired old wrestling clichés regardless of what people think they know about me. Hard as it is to understand, I will stand by my principles no matter what and I will achieve my goals regardless of how long it takes.
You started this when you took out my friend in the manner you did and that offended my principles. I promised you justice Conway, and this weekend you’ll be facing the judge, jury and executioner all rolled into one. I’ll kick your ass for Venom and I’ll show you why he had the faith he had in me, you’re going to learn first-hand why I am the next big thing. All the training and experience in the world will not prepare you for what is coming this Sunday, mark my words.
Viva La Révolution.
Survival of the fittest.
I’m sure you’re familiar with the term Jake, or perhaps you’re more familiar with the term natural selection. Either way, if you’re as smart as you say you are then all of this will make sense to you, let’s flex those old cerebral muscles of yours and see if anything resembling common sense decides to creep out from your lips.
Those of you holding your breath really ought to alert a loved one first.
Much to the chagrin of Biblical Literalism, our good brother in species Charles Darwin constructed his theory of evolution and it seems to me Conway by your fabric butchery you want to use this to demonstrate your physical and mental superiority over myself and your fellow colleagues. What was it that you said? “So many things in the world can stop a revolution, but nothing can stop an evolution”?
Ignoring the obvious flaws in that argument, let me assume Conway that you believe that you have evolved to be the “Apex of Evolution”, well I say assume you said as much yourself. That would make me and the rest of the guys on the roster the victims of natural selection right? We’re the Tyrannosaurs plodding along to our demise and you’re the cockroach scurrying away to survive another day? You’ve adapted yourself to perfectly suit your environment whilst we naïvely feed on the scraps until we slowly die off one by one.
Well, that’s if by “adapted” you mean realised that brown nosing is the way to get ahead and “evolved” means you’re willing to play dirty to please your “paymaster”.
Don’t get me wrong Jake, I’m not disputing that perhaps you’ve “evolved” more than some of the guys, but I don’t think you quite understand how exactly you’ve done so, nor do you really realise the implications of natural selection as a measure of balancing the eco-system.
A predator is only effective for as long as it has a prey to feed from. As long as you have guys like Nathan Webb to pick off and scavenge from you will no doubt thrive and maybe even manage to fool people into the misleading assumption that you’re actually all you say you are and not just a wily old opportunist doing the bidding of a higher power. The only problem is that a predator only thrives as long as there are victims to take advantage of Conway, but more importantly it only thrives as long as there isn’t a superior predator to challenge it.
You may well paint yourself in infamy by attacking the crippled and the inexperienced Jake, it doesn’t surprise me that you pick off weaker prey to solidify your reputation and there is no doubt that people like you have your place in the hierarchy of a wrestling federation, but you’re mistaken if you think you are the “apex” NCW.
You like to think of yourself as the Lion of the savannah of New Championship Wrestling when in reality you’re the hyena. Oh sure, you impressive enough but you rely on your cunning to pick off weaker victims to earn your spoils and as long as you take out the feeble and the maimed you’ll survive.
Only your assumption that I am in the strata beneath you in the food chain is flawed. Then again, maybe deep down you realise that yourself, after all you took out Venom and Webb face to face without the need for too much “tom foolery”, yet I’m different. You gave me a beating I haven’t forgotten Ace, but you did it after Rob and Andrew had done the damage for you. Then you decided to distract me long enough for Lex to come to his senses and put me down for the three count.
Forgive me if I’m wrong here Conway, but that doesn’t strike me as the actions of the “pinnacle” of the business who will dispatch me with ease.
But then, we both know that this has just been the appetiser and this Sunday will be the main course. I’m not stupid Conway, I know you’re trying to get under my skin and plant a few seeds of doubt in my mind so that this Sunday you perhaps have something of an advantage over me and I won’t lie, when you jumped me you pissed me off, but frankly if you’re expecting me to blow a gasket you will be sorely disappointed.
There is no reason for me to get angry Jake, because I don’t need to make a statement to get somebody upstairs to put two and two together and book Conway vs Verona, you did Leonard’s dirty work for him and you have given me exactly what I want.
A time, a date, a location where you will get what has been coming to you.
Ultimately, that is all that counts. I don’t need to “hulk out” and pander to your every whim as we exchange blows before the finale this weekend because I know that in a short few days, any anger I may have bottled up can be unleashed and there will be nowhere for you to hide. There will be no stipulations for you to abuse to gain a upper hand and there won’t be any other participants for you to manipulate to do your dirty work for you.
This time Ace, you’re going to have to fight me like a man and you’re going to have to do it by yourself. Of course, if you are all you say you are that should be no problem for you, but then if you were as great as you boast then you wouldn’t have needed to employ the tactics you have over the past fortnight.
Underestimate me all you like Conway, well at least keep up the pretence that you do, but don’t expect me to join in and stomp my feet in defiance. I know that underneath all of the misguided rage and dirty tricks there is a wrestler with plenty left to give this business, I don’t think you’re going to be a pushover but I am not in this business to bury jobbers like Jimmy Zane and Todd Williams on a bi-weekly basis.
But if you think that you’re going to add me to the list of extinct careers this Sunday at Road to the Gold, you’re gravely mistaken. Only the fittest will survive Jake and you had better hope that for your sake you really are as dominant as you assume you are.
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Smoke billows and rises from a warm cup of hot chocolate as Roberto Verona sits on a stool in his kitchen, a newspaper strewn across the worktop and a small plate of toast half devoured beside it. His eyes dart from left to right as he slowly surveys the latest world events, only interrupted by an intermittent sip of warm cocoa and the delicate crunch of butter and toast. Suddenly the doorbell rings, echoing for a few moments before falling silent. Roberto looks up, ignoring it for a moment before it rings again. Sighing, Verona lifts himself up and shuffles slowly towards the front door, one half of his dressing belt dragging along the floor as he reaches for the door knob.
Roberto Verona : Oh God it’s you.
Roberto shudders at the sight of a short, excitable brunette standing on his doorstep, complete with two suitcases, a backpack and a small dog under one arm.
Jessica Reed : Hello Robbie V.
Roberto Verona : Don’t call me that.
Jessica Reed : Whatev.
Jessica playfully skips past Roberto into his house, bumping into him gently.
Jessica Reed : Get my bags will ya.
Roberto scowls, before sighing in defeat and picking up the two cases before stumbling in, kicking the door behind him. He drops the two suitcases besides the door and strolls across to Hannah who has just emerged from a room to investigate the noise.
Roberto Verona : What the hell is she doing here?
Hannah’s eye dart to one side for a moment as her sister waves excitedly at her.
Hannah Reed : I told you she was coming to stay, don’t you remember?
Roberto stares blankly as Hannah rolls her eyes in a show of disappointed expectance.
Hannah Reed : You said it was OK Roberto.
Roberto Verona : I would do no such thing.
Hannah Reed : I asked you two days ago when you were doing that paperwork. You said “Sure”.
Roberto Verona : I thought you were asking if I wanted another dri-….
Just as Roberto attempts to finish his setance Jessica jumps on his back, knocking the wind out of him as she wrap her arms around his neck. Taking a moment to recover Verona looks up at Hannah.
Roberto Verona : Kill. Me.
Hannah Reed : Oh come on Roberto, it is only for a couple of days whilst she gets her head together. You know her and my parents fight all the time.
Jessica relinquishes her grip and hops down off of Roberto’s back as he rubs his throat before turning back to Hannah.
Roberto Verona : Three days Hannah. Then I kill her.
Jessica Reed : It’ll be fun! Just like back in Chicago.
Roberto Verona : It wasn’t fun then.
Jessica Reed : Oh cheer up, you’re getting miserable in your old age.
Verona turns his head abruptly and sneers at Jessica who just smiles cheerfully at him, her hands clasped behind her back as she bounces enthusiastically on the spot.
Roberto Verona : Just…forget it….Oh come on!
Roberto suddenly rushes past the petite younger Reed towards her small dog which runs away frantically, cushion in mouth, as Verona disappears out of sight.
Jessica Reed : Nice pad sis, you’re doing well for yourself.
Hannah Reed : OK, what are you doing here.
Jessica’s jovial expression quickly changes to confusion, slightly taken aback by her sisters outright interrogation.
Jessica Reed : You just said…
Hannah Reed : Roberto never listens to me when he is busy….well, actually he just never listens to me. You’re lucky he bought it. I told you I’d pay for a hotel Jessica, not that you could stay here.
Jessica Reed : I thought I’d surprise you….
Hannah sighs, scrunching her eyes as she rubs the ridge of her nose.
Hannah Reed : That’s sweet Jess but you can’t just show up on my doorstep whenever you feel like it. Listen, you can stay for three days but after that you’ve got to go and find a hotel. Roberto has a lot to deal with this week, he doesn’t need you distracting him.
Suddenly Jessica breaks free of her momentary melancholy and leaps towards Hannah, wrapping her arms around whilst emitting a tiny squeal of joy.
Jessica Reed : Ohhhh thank you, thank you, thank youuuuu! I’ll be gone in three days I swear.
Eventually she loosens her grip and turns towards the living room, skipping away gleefully as Hannah stands with her hands on her hips.
Hannah Reed : Crap.
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Really?
We’re going to engage in some sort of dick-measuring exercise here about whose mentor was better?
You seem to have me mistaken for somebody who gives a crap about who helped turn you into the smug, arrogant arsehole you are today.
Cheers for that by the way Spike.
Now I know this is your first go-to strategy to try and irritate me and make me lose my cool, but if you think that just because you’re able to ramble on about apparently how useless Venom was you’ll somehow be able to prove you’re superior to me in some way then you’re going to get even more boring even faster than I assumed you would.
Venom remains a very close friend, but this façade you’ve built up about how his involvement in my career somehow defines who I am is incredibly misguided. You’ve built your theory on a mound of sand Jake and when the tide rolls in you’ll realise the error of your ways.
Venom’s ability or insinuated lack thereof is no concern of mine. Whether he was or he wasn’t the next big thing or if he was just a big walking failure, it doesn’t affect my ability or my potential legacy inside that ring. Sure, I learnt how this company works under Venom’s tutelage and he elevated me to a stage higher than I would have otherwise occupied at the time but he does not determine my future purely by association.
The reason people utter my name and the words “future world champion” isn’t because of Venom, it isn’t because of the Young Guns and isn’t because people are easily impressed. It is because I have genuine potential and actual ability beyond a few five star reviews on some wrestling fan site. I am the future of this company, men like me will shape the way this business is remembered. You’re a relic of the past looking to relive former glories Conway.
Whether Spike Kane literally kicked you into competence or not is irrelevant to me, much as your lengthy list of accomplishments is. I won’t belittle everything you have achieved Ace in the same manner you seemingly flippantly ignore my real potential under a grand façade of Venom’s “incompetence” because I am well aware of what you have achieved in this business. You’ve done things some men may only dream of Conway so you can take a sigh of relief and drop your paranoia to one side for a moment and accept that for what it is, an acceptance of your glorious past.
But it is just that. The past.
You used to be World Champion. You used to be the Road to the Gold Champion. You used to be a dominant force.
None of this matters anymore Jake. All of Falcon’s accomplishments were meaningless when I clipped his wings when everybody expected him to silence me. All the blood Spike Kane has spilled was worthless when I drilled his face into my kneecap.
And this Sunday when I wipe that smile off of your face, all of the belts you’ve accumulated, all of the accolades you’ve enjoyed…. everything. It will all be forgotten.
I used to be Venom’s protégée Conway, but now I am my own man and ultimately all that matter is the here and now. When you slither your way down to that ring on Sunday everything you’ve done before will become irrelevant, all that will matters is what happens in those moments.
That isn’t to say that your little escapade with Venom recently is forgotten or forgiven Ace, far from it, what it means is that if you think I am just Venom’s little project which is doomed to failure you will learn the hard way on Sunday that I have always been far more than that. As much as I may respect Venom, I know that deep down when all is said and done this business will remember my name before it ever remembers his. I will be sure to repay you for what you did to him, but don’t make the mistake in thinking that my fate is tied to his.
I will not make the mistake of underestimating you Jake, you’ve got the upper hand on me for two weeks running and you have the most important person behind you that you can have in this company. I am not a simpleton, I knew Leonard would put a price on my head eventually in an ironic twist where I am now the hunted and you’re the bounty hunter. I don’t blame you for taking his money, that is what men like you do Conway.
You’re not in this for New Championship Wrestling, you’re in this for yourself. Is that a criticism? Yes, but then you’re hardly the only person strolling around backstage who only gives a crap about their own personal advancement at the detriment of others. That is the “nature of the biz” right? Unlike you I have principles Jake, when I have played dirty I have done it for the eventual betterment of others. Does that make me better than you?
Yes, but not because of that.
I have principles, something you will undoubtedly fail to understand, just like the rest of the moral failures wandering around backstage. You can call me cheap, tacky and gimmicky all you want it doesn’t matter, I am just like you Ace, I transcend tired old wrestling clichés regardless of what people think they know about me. Hard as it is to understand, I will stand by my principles no matter what and I will achieve my goals regardless of how long it takes.
You started this when you took out my friend in the manner you did and that offended my principles. I promised you justice Conway, and this weekend you’ll be facing the judge, jury and executioner all rolled into one. I’ll kick your ass for Venom and I’ll show you why he had the faith he had in me, you’re going to learn first-hand why I am the next big thing. All the training and experience in the world will not prepare you for what is coming this Sunday, mark my words.
Viva La Révolution.