Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2011 16:03:37 GMT -6
You’re right Jake.
Leonard Fox is smart.
He is smart enough to realise that firing me would harm his buy rates, merchandise sales and external income streams. He is smart enough to realise that he needs to silence me now before I become a focal point of his house shows, televised events and pay-per-views. He is smart enough to pick a man who possesses absolutely no morals to do his dirty work for him.
He is smart alright.
He wants to silence me now and put me on a leash whilst he still has the opportunity. I draw this company money by stirring the pot and saying things that you’re not supposed to, by challenging the status quo and by backing up everything I say inside that ring. Leonard doesn’t want to see me crippled, he wants to see me under his thumb so he can control my outbursts and make the maximum return possible.
He wants to make me like every other “rebel” that has walked through the doors of every wrestling federation to have ever existed. They always start off full of fire and passion, until they are watered down by their masters whilst they’re still controllable before they sink into irrelevance and then get re-packaged as some sort of cocky pretty boy or serious technical supremo.
Fox wants to extinguish the fire before it spreads and he’s turned to you to ensure that I leave the Road to the Gold feeling humbled. He wants you to eradicate all of the credibility I have built up over the past few months so that I crawl to him like a wounded dog and beg for sanctuary. For a price. My career for my morals.
Leonard’s not stupid, I am just not sure he’s picked the right man to fulfil such a bold task.
You of course will disagree.
After all you’re the reason why people care about me right? You, The Ace, have built me up and on Sunday you will knock me straight back down with ruthless aggression and little care for my physical well-being. You have created all this hype around me and you’re going to take it all away.
Have you being living in a cave for the majority of 2011?
I’ve been hyped since the moment I screwed Rob Diamond out of the X-Championship all those months ago. I have got people talking about this company off of my own back, I have caused controversy by myself and I have shook things up independent of anybody else. You keep banging on about Venom, how he made me and how he is why people care about me and now he is gone you’re the reason people care about me.
You’re talking out of your arse.
I became NCW National Champion after only five months. Five months. I built up enough interest in me to earn a shot at a credible champion in Alex Jones and I proved to the world that the reason this company has so much faith in me is because I am the real deal. I don’t need some washed up old vagrant like you to build me up and I don’t need a wise old mentor in Venom to garner interest in me. I have built this empire by myself and I will not you try and leech off of my success in attempt to make yourself credible.
The reason people care about this match Ace is not just because they want to see me snap your head off of your shoulder, it is because they want to see what I will do next. Whether you beat me or you don’t, people know that what is going on between me and Leonard Fox is far from over, that is what keeps them interested week after week. It isn’t whether or not the grizzled old veteran will win himself another National Title reign, one which may actually matter this time, and it isn’t to watch you cripple another human being.
You want to take credit for my rise in popularity Ace, be my guest. Anybody with half a brain realises that it isn’t because you’ve created a source of hatred for them to focus on this weekend, it is because I have built my own credibility that makes my matches worth watching. I bring it every single week and I never shirk away from a challenge, that is what people pay to see, not some slimy old bastard like you sneaking up on people when they aren’t looking. I will look you in the eye and I will entertain them, in victory or defeat.
That is why they care about me.
The biggest mistake you’ve made though Ace is assuming that I need their support. I don’t. I have been booed across this entire country since the moment I walked through those doors, yet I have continued to beat men they claimed I could never challenge. Spike Kane. Alex Jones. Falcon. The list is endless, but yet I’ve put to the sword without the approval of the masses. Whether they hate me or love me, I will do the job that is required of me.
I do not do this to have them chant my name; I will leave that to the spot monkeys who crave the attention. I do this for the benefit of everybody and for the good of this company. If they choose to boo me that is their prerogative and if cheer me than that is their own choice because I do not force them to love. I do not manufacture myself to get cheap pops, I am not in this business to play the part of a fraud for the sake of approval.
So maybe this has become the virtuous Roberto Verona against the dastardly Jake “The Ace” Conway, but a month or two ago I was the villain and Alex the hero. This isn’t a fairy tale Jake, the way the fans are swaying will not influence me in the slightest, if they hate me I will persevere in the face of their hatred and if they love me, I will bask in the praise of the people I am doing all of this for. All that ultimately matters is which one of us is good enough on the night.
Not the audience, not Leonard Fox and not Venom.
Just you and me for that National Title.
That is all that counts.
Jessica Reed : Hey Robbie V.
Roberto sighs, closing his momentarily before looking up from his desk at Jessica.
Roberto Verona : Don’t…
Jessica Reed : Call you that. Yes I know.
Roberto Verona : What do you want Jessica? I’m a little busy here.
Jessica Reed : To talk to you.
Roberto closes his laptop and motions for Jessica to sit down with his free hand.
Roberto Verona : If this is about you are your Dad and whoever it is you’re dating these days I don’t think it is my place to interfere.
Jessica Reed : It isn’t…well, it isn’t about a boy anyway. That was a lie.
Roberto Verona : Then why are you here Jesscia? This isn’t a holiday home, I have a very important match this weekend and….
Jessica Reed : I want to be a wrestler.
Jessica interjects suddenly, causing a silence to fall across the room as Verona is a little taken aback at the unexpected outburst. Sitting upright he stumbles over the words in his head before looking back at Jessica, who squirms a little nervously in the chair, her eyes racing around the room.
Roberto Verona : What?
Jessica Reed : I erm, want to be….
Roberto Verona : Yes, I heard you the first time. Where the hell has this come from?
Jessica Reed : I’ve been taking lessons every week for the past few months, but when I told Daddy he…wasn’t happy.
Jessica kicks the carpet with the tips of sneakers, staring at the floor as she recalls the argument with her father.
Roberto Verona : Are you surprised? Do you not remember how he reacted when Hannah quit her law firm to come on the road with me?
Jessica Reed : No, I just never expected him to hit the roof like he did.
Roberto Verona : He’s lost one daughter to wrestling Jessica, he doesn’t want to lose another. At least Hannah doesn’t compete inside the ring. She’s safe.
Jessica Reed : But it is my life and I’ll do what I want with it.
Roberto Verona : Why wrestling? Why now?
Jessica looks up, her face partially hidden by the her long brown hair.
Jessica Reed : You know why Roberto. I’ve loved the business for years, don’t you remember all the night we used to watch the shows on TV together. Hannah was never too bothered, but I was.
Roberto Verona : Yes, but there is a difference between watching it and competing in the ring Jessica. So many people think “Hey, I can do that!” but they don’t understand how this business works. You can get seriously hurt out there, physically and emotionally and when you do, the business will just chew you up and spit you back out. Nobody will be there for you when you’re not able to perform anymore.
Jessica Reed : You’ve coped…
Roberto Verona : Yes, I have. I have nothing to lose though Jessica. I’m in this business to change things and let’s face it, outside of Hannah these days there are few people who would shed a tear if I broke my neck. My mother and father have been dead for years, I have no siblings and my friends are all wrestlers nowadays and they’re on the road all year. If I get injured, I will be forgotten and left to rot.
Jessica Reed : I have nothing either Roberto, that’s what everybody fails to understand. I go through men like hot meals because I hate to be alone and I’ve been stuck in a dead end job for years that I hate. My friends only like me because my Dad finances my lifestyle, it has been the same since I was a kid, and they’ve tried to compensate me for all the money they threw at Hannah’s career, but I don’t want money. Now I’ve found something I want to do and they’ve hit the roof. I deserve to be happy too.
A blackened tear rolls down Jessica’s cheek, her mascara failing to handle the suddent welling up of tears in her eyes. Roberto sighs before opening a drawer in his desk, pulling a small pad of paper out and a pen. He quickly scribbles a few things down before thrusting his hand forward, the sheet of paper clasped between two fingers.
Roberto Verona : Here.
Jessica takes the piece of paper and examines it before looking up, her face awash with confusion.
Jessica Reed : What’s this?
Roberto Verona : If you’re serious about this, I don’t want you hurting yourself and or anybody else by learning the trade from a bunch of amateurs. There is the number of the man who trained me. He’ll train you and he’ll pay you for helping around the gym too so you can get somewhere of your own. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do this properly.
Jessica Reed : You’re…going to help me?
Roberto Verona : Yes.
Jessica Reed : Why?
Roberto Verona : Because you’re Hannah’s sister and after everything she has done for me over the years, who am I to stop you living your dream? Your Dad hates me enough as it is, but I won’t let you hurt yourself by getting involved with the frauds that litter this business. If you’re serious about being a wrestler you’re going to it the right way.
A few more tears run down Jessica’s face, only to be caught on a small smile that has former across her lips. She looks up at Roberto, her eyes red and water sodden.
Jessica Reed : Thank you.
Suddenly Hannah pops her head around the door, a quizzical expression written across her face as Jessica turns to reveal the streaks of mascara running down her face.
Hannah Reed : Is everything OK in here?
Hannah quickly scurries over to her sister, sitting beside her in a chair whilst handing her a tissue from Roberto’s desk as Verona flips back open his laptop, leaving the Hannah to console her sister.
Thanks for the money Conway. Your stunts this week have made me a small fortune, it is good to know that in the absence of a meaningful career you can cut scathing promos that only help make me your opponent more relevant inside this company. That is a special gift.
Cherish it.
Having said that, I guess you could always carve out a career as a magician. Or a clown. Wait….maybe you’re already doing that.
I have to admit, it is really cute that you have invested so much time into trashing my merchandise in your promos this week Ace, for a person who thinks I am really not relevant without a mentor you seem to have a strange obsession with me. If you invested as much time into promoting yourself as you have trashing things with my faces on then maybe, just maybe, you’d actually begin to make yourself interesting again to the people that matter. Lord knows Leonard will toss you asides once he’s done with you.
Now if you can pull yourself away from performing nauseating metaphors with bags, watches and sticks then maybe you’ll realise that for all this time you’ve been wasting smashing up my merchandise and butchering my t-shirts you could have been promoting yourself. You could have been providing the locker room a reason to fear you, rather than just rubbing their hands in glee at the boost in their sales bonus.
It doesn’t make you look intimidating Jake, it just makes you look like a joke.
You’ve spent all week blabbering on about how I don’t matter, and if people do care about me it is all down to you and all this other crap and devoted very little time to explain why they should care about you. You’ve spouted all of this “I am the Apex of Evolution, this cannot be stopped” and “I have won this and that” but you’ve done nothing to convince me why you have what it takes to beat me.
You’ll say you don’t need to, I’ll say it is because you’ve got nothing.
You’ve made this week all about me, yet you’ve bemoaned the fact that this match is being billed “my big night”. If you’d spent an ounce of the time you’ve spent trying to belittle me and my belt you could have convinced a few more people that perhaps you really are a threat to me because right now they’re looking at a washed up old hack who is bitter at a younger talent with a much brighter future.
And let’s face it that is all you are.
You can keep going on about why you want to take me out, how it is just for money but let’s stop pussyfooting around the issue Jake, you’re looking for a way to get your name in the spotlight again. Ever since you’ve been back in NCW you’ve done absolutely nothing, it is like you’ve not even been here. Now you’ve spotted your chance to make “The Ace” mean something again. Leonard didn’t approach you because he thinks your talented, he approached you because he knew he could offer you something you wanted and you are the perfect corporate goon to do whatever he asks without really questioning it.
This is the biggest moment of your career since you returned, this is the night you can finally prove to the world that you are Jake Conway and you have still got everything inside that locker that made you so dead the first time you walked through those hallowed doors into Fox’s office and signed on the dotted line.
If you lose though, your one chance at regaining the exposure you once justifiably enjoyed is gone for another few months.
Can you take another three or four months on the side-lines Jake? Taking out midcarders and looking for the next fragile legend to hop back into that ring despite the advice of medical professionals? Can you cope being an afterthought again after you’ve tried so hard to get yourself noticed again by taking a pot shot at somebody like me, a person who is in the public eye rather than skulking around in the shadows?
This is your big break Conway, so let’s stop with the charade that this is all about me making a name for myself. I’ve already done that, but you….you need to be remembered again and to do that you need to make a statement with somebody people don’t expect you to beat and Leonard gave you a pretty good potential opponent in me. He offered up one of the hottest new names in this business and now all you need to do is puts all the months of insignificance behind you and shock the world.
The only problem is, I am in no mood to do you a favour.
I will walk down to that ring tomorrow night and I will put you back down the pile where you belong, putting over newcomers to help them get over with the fans. You don’t deserve this chance no matter how much you need it Jake and I am going to make sure that after Sunday the last name on people’s lips will be “The Ace”. You’ll go right back to where you were before I walked out onto that stage and called you out.
Back into the pack with all the rest of the no-hopers just waiting for Leonard to toss them a bone.
You keep saying that me telling you I am a big deal doesn’t mean anything and I need to prove it. Well Jake, this weekend you will get your wish. I will stare you in the eyes and I will do what I have done countless times before and take a legend in this business and humble them.
You will tell yourself that I’m just being arrogant, that you have everything it takes to put me away.
But this weekend you will begin to understand the hype surrounding me.
It’ll just be a little too late for you to do anything about it.
Viva La Révolution.
Leonard Fox is smart.
He is smart enough to realise that firing me would harm his buy rates, merchandise sales and external income streams. He is smart enough to realise that he needs to silence me now before I become a focal point of his house shows, televised events and pay-per-views. He is smart enough to pick a man who possesses absolutely no morals to do his dirty work for him.
He is smart alright.
He wants to silence me now and put me on a leash whilst he still has the opportunity. I draw this company money by stirring the pot and saying things that you’re not supposed to, by challenging the status quo and by backing up everything I say inside that ring. Leonard doesn’t want to see me crippled, he wants to see me under his thumb so he can control my outbursts and make the maximum return possible.
He wants to make me like every other “rebel” that has walked through the doors of every wrestling federation to have ever existed. They always start off full of fire and passion, until they are watered down by their masters whilst they’re still controllable before they sink into irrelevance and then get re-packaged as some sort of cocky pretty boy or serious technical supremo.
Fox wants to extinguish the fire before it spreads and he’s turned to you to ensure that I leave the Road to the Gold feeling humbled. He wants you to eradicate all of the credibility I have built up over the past few months so that I crawl to him like a wounded dog and beg for sanctuary. For a price. My career for my morals.
Leonard’s not stupid, I am just not sure he’s picked the right man to fulfil such a bold task.
You of course will disagree.
After all you’re the reason why people care about me right? You, The Ace, have built me up and on Sunday you will knock me straight back down with ruthless aggression and little care for my physical well-being. You have created all this hype around me and you’re going to take it all away.
Have you being living in a cave for the majority of 2011?
I’ve been hyped since the moment I screwed Rob Diamond out of the X-Championship all those months ago. I have got people talking about this company off of my own back, I have caused controversy by myself and I have shook things up independent of anybody else. You keep banging on about Venom, how he made me and how he is why people care about me and now he is gone you’re the reason people care about me.
You’re talking out of your arse.
I became NCW National Champion after only five months. Five months. I built up enough interest in me to earn a shot at a credible champion in Alex Jones and I proved to the world that the reason this company has so much faith in me is because I am the real deal. I don’t need some washed up old vagrant like you to build me up and I don’t need a wise old mentor in Venom to garner interest in me. I have built this empire by myself and I will not you try and leech off of my success in attempt to make yourself credible.
The reason people care about this match Ace is not just because they want to see me snap your head off of your shoulder, it is because they want to see what I will do next. Whether you beat me or you don’t, people know that what is going on between me and Leonard Fox is far from over, that is what keeps them interested week after week. It isn’t whether or not the grizzled old veteran will win himself another National Title reign, one which may actually matter this time, and it isn’t to watch you cripple another human being.
You want to take credit for my rise in popularity Ace, be my guest. Anybody with half a brain realises that it isn’t because you’ve created a source of hatred for them to focus on this weekend, it is because I have built my own credibility that makes my matches worth watching. I bring it every single week and I never shirk away from a challenge, that is what people pay to see, not some slimy old bastard like you sneaking up on people when they aren’t looking. I will look you in the eye and I will entertain them, in victory or defeat.
That is why they care about me.
The biggest mistake you’ve made though Ace is assuming that I need their support. I don’t. I have been booed across this entire country since the moment I walked through those doors, yet I have continued to beat men they claimed I could never challenge. Spike Kane. Alex Jones. Falcon. The list is endless, but yet I’ve put to the sword without the approval of the masses. Whether they hate me or love me, I will do the job that is required of me.
I do not do this to have them chant my name; I will leave that to the spot monkeys who crave the attention. I do this for the benefit of everybody and for the good of this company. If they choose to boo me that is their prerogative and if cheer me than that is their own choice because I do not force them to love. I do not manufacture myself to get cheap pops, I am not in this business to play the part of a fraud for the sake of approval.
So maybe this has become the virtuous Roberto Verona against the dastardly Jake “The Ace” Conway, but a month or two ago I was the villain and Alex the hero. This isn’t a fairy tale Jake, the way the fans are swaying will not influence me in the slightest, if they hate me I will persevere in the face of their hatred and if they love me, I will bask in the praise of the people I am doing all of this for. All that ultimately matters is which one of us is good enough on the night.
Not the audience, not Leonard Fox and not Venom.
Just you and me for that National Title.
That is all that counts.
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Jessica Reed : Hey Robbie V.
Roberto sighs, closing his momentarily before looking up from his desk at Jessica.
Roberto Verona : Don’t…
Jessica Reed : Call you that. Yes I know.
Roberto Verona : What do you want Jessica? I’m a little busy here.
Jessica Reed : To talk to you.
Roberto closes his laptop and motions for Jessica to sit down with his free hand.
Roberto Verona : If this is about you are your Dad and whoever it is you’re dating these days I don’t think it is my place to interfere.
Jessica Reed : It isn’t…well, it isn’t about a boy anyway. That was a lie.
Roberto Verona : Then why are you here Jesscia? This isn’t a holiday home, I have a very important match this weekend and….
Jessica Reed : I want to be a wrestler.
Jessica interjects suddenly, causing a silence to fall across the room as Verona is a little taken aback at the unexpected outburst. Sitting upright he stumbles over the words in his head before looking back at Jessica, who squirms a little nervously in the chair, her eyes racing around the room.
Roberto Verona : What?
Jessica Reed : I erm, want to be….
Roberto Verona : Yes, I heard you the first time. Where the hell has this come from?
Jessica Reed : I’ve been taking lessons every week for the past few months, but when I told Daddy he…wasn’t happy.
Jessica kicks the carpet with the tips of sneakers, staring at the floor as she recalls the argument with her father.
Roberto Verona : Are you surprised? Do you not remember how he reacted when Hannah quit her law firm to come on the road with me?
Jessica Reed : No, I just never expected him to hit the roof like he did.
Roberto Verona : He’s lost one daughter to wrestling Jessica, he doesn’t want to lose another. At least Hannah doesn’t compete inside the ring. She’s safe.
Jessica Reed : But it is my life and I’ll do what I want with it.
Roberto Verona : Why wrestling? Why now?
Jessica looks up, her face partially hidden by the her long brown hair.
Jessica Reed : You know why Roberto. I’ve loved the business for years, don’t you remember all the night we used to watch the shows on TV together. Hannah was never too bothered, but I was.
Roberto Verona : Yes, but there is a difference between watching it and competing in the ring Jessica. So many people think “Hey, I can do that!” but they don’t understand how this business works. You can get seriously hurt out there, physically and emotionally and when you do, the business will just chew you up and spit you back out. Nobody will be there for you when you’re not able to perform anymore.
Jessica Reed : You’ve coped…
Roberto Verona : Yes, I have. I have nothing to lose though Jessica. I’m in this business to change things and let’s face it, outside of Hannah these days there are few people who would shed a tear if I broke my neck. My mother and father have been dead for years, I have no siblings and my friends are all wrestlers nowadays and they’re on the road all year. If I get injured, I will be forgotten and left to rot.
Jessica Reed : I have nothing either Roberto, that’s what everybody fails to understand. I go through men like hot meals because I hate to be alone and I’ve been stuck in a dead end job for years that I hate. My friends only like me because my Dad finances my lifestyle, it has been the same since I was a kid, and they’ve tried to compensate me for all the money they threw at Hannah’s career, but I don’t want money. Now I’ve found something I want to do and they’ve hit the roof. I deserve to be happy too.
A blackened tear rolls down Jessica’s cheek, her mascara failing to handle the suddent welling up of tears in her eyes. Roberto sighs before opening a drawer in his desk, pulling a small pad of paper out and a pen. He quickly scribbles a few things down before thrusting his hand forward, the sheet of paper clasped between two fingers.
Roberto Verona : Here.
Jessica takes the piece of paper and examines it before looking up, her face awash with confusion.
Jessica Reed : What’s this?
Roberto Verona : If you’re serious about this, I don’t want you hurting yourself and or anybody else by learning the trade from a bunch of amateurs. There is the number of the man who trained me. He’ll train you and he’ll pay you for helping around the gym too so you can get somewhere of your own. If you’re going to do this, you’re going to do this properly.
Jessica Reed : You’re…going to help me?
Roberto Verona : Yes.
Jessica Reed : Why?
Roberto Verona : Because you’re Hannah’s sister and after everything she has done for me over the years, who am I to stop you living your dream? Your Dad hates me enough as it is, but I won’t let you hurt yourself by getting involved with the frauds that litter this business. If you’re serious about being a wrestler you’re going to it the right way.
A few more tears run down Jessica’s face, only to be caught on a small smile that has former across her lips. She looks up at Roberto, her eyes red and water sodden.
Jessica Reed : Thank you.
Suddenly Hannah pops her head around the door, a quizzical expression written across her face as Jessica turns to reveal the streaks of mascara running down her face.
Hannah Reed : Is everything OK in here?
Hannah quickly scurries over to her sister, sitting beside her in a chair whilst handing her a tissue from Roberto’s desk as Verona flips back open his laptop, leaving the Hannah to console her sister.
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Thanks for the money Conway. Your stunts this week have made me a small fortune, it is good to know that in the absence of a meaningful career you can cut scathing promos that only help make me your opponent more relevant inside this company. That is a special gift.
Cherish it.
Having said that, I guess you could always carve out a career as a magician. Or a clown. Wait….maybe you’re already doing that.
I have to admit, it is really cute that you have invested so much time into trashing my merchandise in your promos this week Ace, for a person who thinks I am really not relevant without a mentor you seem to have a strange obsession with me. If you invested as much time into promoting yourself as you have trashing things with my faces on then maybe, just maybe, you’d actually begin to make yourself interesting again to the people that matter. Lord knows Leonard will toss you asides once he’s done with you.
Now if you can pull yourself away from performing nauseating metaphors with bags, watches and sticks then maybe you’ll realise that for all this time you’ve been wasting smashing up my merchandise and butchering my t-shirts you could have been promoting yourself. You could have been providing the locker room a reason to fear you, rather than just rubbing their hands in glee at the boost in their sales bonus.
It doesn’t make you look intimidating Jake, it just makes you look like a joke.
You’ve spent all week blabbering on about how I don’t matter, and if people do care about me it is all down to you and all this other crap and devoted very little time to explain why they should care about you. You’ve spouted all of this “I am the Apex of Evolution, this cannot be stopped” and “I have won this and that” but you’ve done nothing to convince me why you have what it takes to beat me.
You’ll say you don’t need to, I’ll say it is because you’ve got nothing.
You’ve made this week all about me, yet you’ve bemoaned the fact that this match is being billed “my big night”. If you’d spent an ounce of the time you’ve spent trying to belittle me and my belt you could have convinced a few more people that perhaps you really are a threat to me because right now they’re looking at a washed up old hack who is bitter at a younger talent with a much brighter future.
And let’s face it that is all you are.
You can keep going on about why you want to take me out, how it is just for money but let’s stop pussyfooting around the issue Jake, you’re looking for a way to get your name in the spotlight again. Ever since you’ve been back in NCW you’ve done absolutely nothing, it is like you’ve not even been here. Now you’ve spotted your chance to make “The Ace” mean something again. Leonard didn’t approach you because he thinks your talented, he approached you because he knew he could offer you something you wanted and you are the perfect corporate goon to do whatever he asks without really questioning it.
This is the biggest moment of your career since you returned, this is the night you can finally prove to the world that you are Jake Conway and you have still got everything inside that locker that made you so dead the first time you walked through those hallowed doors into Fox’s office and signed on the dotted line.
If you lose though, your one chance at regaining the exposure you once justifiably enjoyed is gone for another few months.
Can you take another three or four months on the side-lines Jake? Taking out midcarders and looking for the next fragile legend to hop back into that ring despite the advice of medical professionals? Can you cope being an afterthought again after you’ve tried so hard to get yourself noticed again by taking a pot shot at somebody like me, a person who is in the public eye rather than skulking around in the shadows?
This is your big break Conway, so let’s stop with the charade that this is all about me making a name for myself. I’ve already done that, but you….you need to be remembered again and to do that you need to make a statement with somebody people don’t expect you to beat and Leonard gave you a pretty good potential opponent in me. He offered up one of the hottest new names in this business and now all you need to do is puts all the months of insignificance behind you and shock the world.
The only problem is, I am in no mood to do you a favour.
I will walk down to that ring tomorrow night and I will put you back down the pile where you belong, putting over newcomers to help them get over with the fans. You don’t deserve this chance no matter how much you need it Jake and I am going to make sure that after Sunday the last name on people’s lips will be “The Ace”. You’ll go right back to where you were before I walked out onto that stage and called you out.
Back into the pack with all the rest of the no-hopers just waiting for Leonard to toss them a bone.
You keep saying that me telling you I am a big deal doesn’t mean anything and I need to prove it. Well Jake, this weekend you will get your wish. I will stare you in the eyes and I will do what I have done countless times before and take a legend in this business and humble them.
You will tell yourself that I’m just being arrogant, that you have everything it takes to put me away.
But this weekend you will begin to understand the hype surrounding me.
It’ll just be a little too late for you to do anything about it.
Viva La Révolution.
