Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2011 21:46:04 GMT -6
Chicago, Chicago,
That toddlin’ town,
Chicago, Chicagoooo
It feels great to be home in the city that gave me my trade and the tools to succeed, but don’t worry this isn’t going to be a long tirade where I engage is some sort of penis waving contest over which city in America is the best.
FYI, it is Chicago.
No, this is the part where I say a big well done to Xander Famularo for proving that, if there was ever any doubt, New Championship Wrestling is better off without Leonard Fox. Famularo scraped his way from the feted environment occupied by perennial nobodies like Jimmy Zane and he took the biggest prize in this business from the golden child of the corporate machine.
He didn’t do it with any cheap tricks.
He didn’t do it with some fancy gimmick.
He did it the right way. Through hard work, determination and true grit.
Without Leonard Fox we have a champion who is there on merit and not merchandise sales. For far too long the size of a man’s pay packet and the digits he adds to the TV rating have dictated our champions rather than their inherent skill level and their effort, but with Fox safely laid in a coma things have changed. Hell, if you want any more proof that Fox is bad for business it took all of half an hour from when he got his head caved in for us to finally kiss goodbye to Steve Awesome as our World Champion and see him replaced with a man with actual talent.
Whilst all that is just swell, what is even more important is that with Fox gone, real tangible change is just fingertips away.
Whilst the televised snorefest that is the union of the two biggest egos in wrestling is a speed bump on the road to enjoyable television and general decency, the road ahead is clear. The only man who stood in my way is gone and his dutiful desk monkeys will fall one by one without their beloved figurehead to guide them. Wes Fox, Keybo Shabaz, Drake Tyson…. they’re all just puppets who’ve danced to the tune of Leonard Fox for years as they blissfully ignored the corruption in which they dwelt as the dollars kept rolling into their bank accounts.
With Fox gone, the house of cards will not stand for long and this company will finally get the medicine it has so desperately required for so long and I will administer it.
I spent years watching NCW as I toured the world working on the independent circuit and whilst many have tried to challenge the status quo absolutely every single one of them has failed. The Age of Revolution is just one of the multitude of names I’ve heard banded about repeatedly in my general direction since I first opened my mouth but the fact is that none of them achieved any lasting change. Here we are in 2011 and still the main event is occupied by company parasites and ass kissers who offer nothing yet, receive everything. Leonard Fox still rewarded his golden boys and wrestlers are still judged on how many DVDs they could sell so forgive me if I scoff at the haphazard manner my forebears went about their “revolutions”.
I’m not in this business to use a few buzzwords whilst I roundly fail to achieve anything resembling a change in the way NCW is run. No, I am here to take advantage of moments like Fox’s coma and Xander’s title reign to make sure that this place changes for the better because I always back up what comes out my mouth, a lesson many here could do well with learning. I have preached about revolution since day one and everything I have done has been to place me in a more advantageous position to exploit any opening this corrupt hierarchy offers me.
Fox fed me Todd Williams and I took his title and made people sit up and notice. Then he gave me a shot at Alex Jones for the very belt I will defend this Sunday and I tore it from his grip and I have made my mark on this company and put myself in a position where I can make sure my message reaches the right people. Lord knows they won’t give air time to terminal charisma vacuums like Joe Everyman unless they have some gold around their waist and likewise opinionated loudmouths like me are kept quiet unless they have absolutely no choice but to give them a slot.
With Fox gone I am free to spread the word and there is absolutely nobody in NCW that can realistically stop me.
Oh sure, the lapdogs on the CEO Board of Directors will find somebody else to run their show to protect their interests, but there isn’t a man alive who has the personality and fortitude of a Leonard Fox to stand in my way.
For all his foibles and undeniable disgraces, Leonard Fox held this regime together like glue. With him gone, those that have fed on the carcass of NCW for years will begin to rot and fester without their paymaster. Finally the light of day burns through the dark clouds that have hung over us all and hope springs eternal.
Change is coming, whether there are men and women backstage who like it or not. It is an irresistible force that has been held down for too long and finally the shackles are loose.
Revolution is in the air.
The evening sun bakes the apartment in a warm orange haze as a flock of birds swoop past the windows, their shadows shooting across the. The sound of keys turning in a lock can be heard before the inevitable click echoes through the room, the door swinging open to reveal Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed, luggage slung over both their shoulders. Hannah takes a step forward as Roberto follows, placing a suitace besides the door as his colleague stares in awe around the room for a moment before turn and smiling towards Roberto.
Hannah Reed : This brings back memories.
Roberto Verona : Good ones I hope.
Hannah smiles, reminiscing to herself.
Hannah Reed : Some. None of them including you.
Roberto Verona : Meow.
Hannah Reed : I can’t believe you kept paying the rent on this place.
Roberto Verona : Why not?
Hannah Reed : When you left so abruptly I just figured you had no intentions of coming back.
Roberto Verona : It’s where I grew up, you can’t put a price on sentimentality and nostalgia. Besides, I didn’t want to stay in a hotel every time I came home….it’d feel….weird.
Hannah Reed : Yeah, and paying rent on an empty apartment for four years you barely visited is completely normal.
Roberto Verona : Who the hell wants to be normal?
Roberto tosses his bag to one side, smiling at Hannah walking a few feet forward and slumping onto the couch. Hannah closes the door and continues to investigate the old surroundings, running her hand along the top of a chest of drawers laden with mail.
Hannah Reed : I am glad you kept it, I have so many memories of the time we spent in here.
Roberto Verona : Really, because every time you were over here I distinctly remember blowing your mind.
Hannah turns quickly and slaps Roberto around the back of the head before leaning back on the drawers, her arms folded as Verona turns round to look at her.
Hannah Reed : Yeah alright Romeo, less of the gutter talk.
Roberto Verona : You’re not denying it.
Hannah Reed : Maybe I don’t want to hurt your feelings.
Roberto Verona : Touché.
Hannah Reed : Anyway, what are the plans for this weekend?
Roberto Verona : Plans?
Hannah Reed : Oh come on, this is the first time we’ve been back to Chicago in months, you can’t tell me you don’t want to check out the old haunts we wiled away the hours in.
Roberto Verona : Not really, I killed enough brain cells in the bars across this city for one lifetime, I pride myself on not being as mentally competent as Todd Williams these days temptress.
Hannah Reed : Suit yourself. So we’re just going to spend the next few days shut away in your apartment?
Roberto Verona : Oh Lord no. We’ll go to the gym as well.
Hannah pushes herself up from the chest of drawers and proceeds to walk around the couch before flopping into an armchair.
Hannah Reed : Thrilling.
Roberto chuckles as Hannah displays her disgusts by crossing her arms and frowning.
Roberto Verona : Relax alcy, we’ll hit the bars after Sunday. I am just not going to jeopardise my first match in Chicago for the sake of a few vodka red bulls and budweisers. We’ll make the most of it once Ricky is out of the way.
Hannah Reed : As long as we get some Chicago Dog’s to kill the memories of all the crap my taste buds have endured on the way here I will be a happy girl.
Roberto Verona : Classy woman. I always knew you were eager to get some meat in your mouth…
Hannah turns and sticks her tongue out playfully at Roberto as the pair continue to trade wisecracks, the scene fading as the sunsets through the blinds that drape across the windows.
You’re right Ricky, we’re not enemies.
Adversaries seems apt enough.
I hold absolute no ill will towards you and whilst it may disappoint the masses who crowd around their laptops and drool aimlessly over the latest dirtsheet I won’t just ignore this fact to get a few cheap laughs at your expense. We’re both grown-ups, we don’t need to apply Rob Diamond 101 to our promos.
I am flattered that you have the backbone to admit that I’m every inch a real champion without having to nurse your pride and bite your tongue. Whether you want my belt or not, the fact that you’re contracted to compete for it will be the only motivation I need to go down to that ring and prove why I am the National Champion and why I will continue to be so for some time to come. I’ve defended this belt against any man that the booking committee sees fit to throw my way and my respect for you will not change that. You may not care about this “trinket” Ricky, but I do and there isn’t a chance in hell that I have any intention of letting you take it from me even if you are determined to prove to the world that you deserve one more match for the World Championship.
You see Ricky, I admire the thirst you have to chase the dream by any means necessary but the fact is that as far as another shot goes, that ship has sailed. Oh, don’t get me wrong I am sure you will find yourself in a World Title match again sometime soon but the fact is you’ve had two chances to take that belt and it is time for somebody else to have their time the spotlight. Whether you beat me or I continue to prove why I will be remembered as the greatest National champion of all time, you won’t find yourself in the main event for that belt unless you tear through 29 other men in a months’ time and force the men up top to give you what you want.
You’re going about things the right way by wishing to make a statement by beating me for only the second time at a pay-per-view, just like the current incumbent at the head of the title table did a few months ago but whether this was or wasn’t for a belt, it wouldn’t get you the shot you so richly crave.
You said it yourself, this is a match that is all about damage limitation. Those who remain loyal to the vegetative CEO will do anything to make sure I am out of the way and by throwing you in the mix they hope to kill two birds with one stone, not give you an opportunity to cement your place in line to face Famularo. You can go ahead and beat me, and beat me well, but the fact is that regardless of what you do there’s still plenty of people backstage who will do anything to keep you, and me, out of the World Title picture and whilst their time is ticking away, that is the scenario we find ourselves in.
You know full well that this is just about shutting me up and keeping you occupied so you don’t cause any problems, don’t kid yourself into thinking that winning will get you any closer to your dream whether you’ve got suffer the “burden” of another belt or not. The fact is that if they can keep you busy defending something else whilst they send me hurtling down the card they’ll pat themselves on the back and be glad of a job well done in the vain hope that they can keep us quiet until Fox’s brain kickstarts.
Then of course there is the fact that whether you’d force the booker’s hand, I have absolutely no intention of losing this weekend.
The last time you and I looked across a ring from one another I left victorious. Sure, you beat me a few weeks ago in a tag match but when it was just you and me Ricky I did what I needed to do to put you away and this weekend will be no different. I know how you operate Ricky and I know I have what it takes to beat you and that will give me an edge over you. Sure, you beat me back when I was a “rookie” but the fact is I have evolved far beyond what I was nearly a year ago into something that is unstoppable. Many have tried before you and they have failed and when my National Title is on the line, I will simply up my game to ensure that when the dust clears I am still the champion.
You’re by no means an easy task Ricky, I had to make sure I was on the top of my game to beat you last time and I have no doubts that we will steal the show this weekend, although granted we are competing with tepid nonsense like a live wedding and Curtis Kanyon in the main event. You will bring everything you have got, even if you know deep down it is all for nothing in the greater scheme of things with the current regime in place and I will have to do everything possible to resist you challenge.
But we both know that I am more than capable of leaving Chicago as the National Champion.
I am going to walk into that arena as champion and I am going to leave as champion and there is absolutely nothing else I will settle for. Losing to you is not an embarrassment but I thrive out of the personal glory each victory brings, after all we are all a little selfish in this business. I’ve had a good run so far but there is still many things I need to accomplish with this belt and in truth, if I were to lose it to a man who cared little about the prize on offer I would have to declare my reign a failure.
I didn’t win this belt so I could just wrack up a few title defences, I won it so I could enhance its prestige and make it something worth holding. When I finally lose this title I want it to be against somebody who craves it and appreciates the significant impact it will have on their career, not somebody who has little to gain from being champion. I am not offended that you care more about the World Title Ricky, but the fact the you have no passion for this belt means you are the last person I want to lose it to.
I will beat you this weekend because ultimately, that is what I must do as champion. I must beat you to ensure that the belt I have worked hard to enhance in the eyes of every man on that roster isn’t devalued when you throw it away and my reign is seen as little more than just another title reign. I am here to make history and one day build another career when I take a step upwards and losing this weekend just isn’t on the agenda.
Bring everything you’ve got Ricky, because the fact is I have much more to lose than you do.
Viva La Révolution.
That toddlin’ town,
Chicago, Chicagoooo
It feels great to be home in the city that gave me my trade and the tools to succeed, but don’t worry this isn’t going to be a long tirade where I engage is some sort of penis waving contest over which city in America is the best.
FYI, it is Chicago.
No, this is the part where I say a big well done to Xander Famularo for proving that, if there was ever any doubt, New Championship Wrestling is better off without Leonard Fox. Famularo scraped his way from the feted environment occupied by perennial nobodies like Jimmy Zane and he took the biggest prize in this business from the golden child of the corporate machine.
He didn’t do it with any cheap tricks.
He didn’t do it with some fancy gimmick.
He did it the right way. Through hard work, determination and true grit.
Without Leonard Fox we have a champion who is there on merit and not merchandise sales. For far too long the size of a man’s pay packet and the digits he adds to the TV rating have dictated our champions rather than their inherent skill level and their effort, but with Fox safely laid in a coma things have changed. Hell, if you want any more proof that Fox is bad for business it took all of half an hour from when he got his head caved in for us to finally kiss goodbye to Steve Awesome as our World Champion and see him replaced with a man with actual talent.
Whilst all that is just swell, what is even more important is that with Fox gone, real tangible change is just fingertips away.
Whilst the televised snorefest that is the union of the two biggest egos in wrestling is a speed bump on the road to enjoyable television and general decency, the road ahead is clear. The only man who stood in my way is gone and his dutiful desk monkeys will fall one by one without their beloved figurehead to guide them. Wes Fox, Keybo Shabaz, Drake Tyson…. they’re all just puppets who’ve danced to the tune of Leonard Fox for years as they blissfully ignored the corruption in which they dwelt as the dollars kept rolling into their bank accounts.
With Fox gone, the house of cards will not stand for long and this company will finally get the medicine it has so desperately required for so long and I will administer it.
I spent years watching NCW as I toured the world working on the independent circuit and whilst many have tried to challenge the status quo absolutely every single one of them has failed. The Age of Revolution is just one of the multitude of names I’ve heard banded about repeatedly in my general direction since I first opened my mouth but the fact is that none of them achieved any lasting change. Here we are in 2011 and still the main event is occupied by company parasites and ass kissers who offer nothing yet, receive everything. Leonard Fox still rewarded his golden boys and wrestlers are still judged on how many DVDs they could sell so forgive me if I scoff at the haphazard manner my forebears went about their “revolutions”.
I’m not in this business to use a few buzzwords whilst I roundly fail to achieve anything resembling a change in the way NCW is run. No, I am here to take advantage of moments like Fox’s coma and Xander’s title reign to make sure that this place changes for the better because I always back up what comes out my mouth, a lesson many here could do well with learning. I have preached about revolution since day one and everything I have done has been to place me in a more advantageous position to exploit any opening this corrupt hierarchy offers me.
Fox fed me Todd Williams and I took his title and made people sit up and notice. Then he gave me a shot at Alex Jones for the very belt I will defend this Sunday and I tore it from his grip and I have made my mark on this company and put myself in a position where I can make sure my message reaches the right people. Lord knows they won’t give air time to terminal charisma vacuums like Joe Everyman unless they have some gold around their waist and likewise opinionated loudmouths like me are kept quiet unless they have absolutely no choice but to give them a slot.
With Fox gone I am free to spread the word and there is absolutely nobody in NCW that can realistically stop me.
Oh sure, the lapdogs on the CEO Board of Directors will find somebody else to run their show to protect their interests, but there isn’t a man alive who has the personality and fortitude of a Leonard Fox to stand in my way.
For all his foibles and undeniable disgraces, Leonard Fox held this regime together like glue. With him gone, those that have fed on the carcass of NCW for years will begin to rot and fester without their paymaster. Finally the light of day burns through the dark clouds that have hung over us all and hope springs eternal.
Change is coming, whether there are men and women backstage who like it or not. It is an irresistible force that has been held down for too long and finally the shackles are loose.
Revolution is in the air.
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The evening sun bakes the apartment in a warm orange haze as a flock of birds swoop past the windows, their shadows shooting across the. The sound of keys turning in a lock can be heard before the inevitable click echoes through the room, the door swinging open to reveal Roberto Verona and Hannah Reed, luggage slung over both their shoulders. Hannah takes a step forward as Roberto follows, placing a suitace besides the door as his colleague stares in awe around the room for a moment before turn and smiling towards Roberto.
Hannah Reed : This brings back memories.
Roberto Verona : Good ones I hope.
Hannah smiles, reminiscing to herself.
Hannah Reed : Some. None of them including you.
Roberto Verona : Meow.
Hannah Reed : I can’t believe you kept paying the rent on this place.
Roberto Verona : Why not?
Hannah Reed : When you left so abruptly I just figured you had no intentions of coming back.
Roberto Verona : It’s where I grew up, you can’t put a price on sentimentality and nostalgia. Besides, I didn’t want to stay in a hotel every time I came home….it’d feel….weird.
Hannah Reed : Yeah, and paying rent on an empty apartment for four years you barely visited is completely normal.
Roberto Verona : Who the hell wants to be normal?
Roberto tosses his bag to one side, smiling at Hannah walking a few feet forward and slumping onto the couch. Hannah closes the door and continues to investigate the old surroundings, running her hand along the top of a chest of drawers laden with mail.
Hannah Reed : I am glad you kept it, I have so many memories of the time we spent in here.
Roberto Verona : Really, because every time you were over here I distinctly remember blowing your mind.
Hannah turns quickly and slaps Roberto around the back of the head before leaning back on the drawers, her arms folded as Verona turns round to look at her.
Hannah Reed : Yeah alright Romeo, less of the gutter talk.
Roberto Verona : You’re not denying it.
Hannah Reed : Maybe I don’t want to hurt your feelings.
Roberto Verona : Touché.
Hannah Reed : Anyway, what are the plans for this weekend?
Roberto Verona : Plans?
Hannah Reed : Oh come on, this is the first time we’ve been back to Chicago in months, you can’t tell me you don’t want to check out the old haunts we wiled away the hours in.
Roberto Verona : Not really, I killed enough brain cells in the bars across this city for one lifetime, I pride myself on not being as mentally competent as Todd Williams these days temptress.
Hannah Reed : Suit yourself. So we’re just going to spend the next few days shut away in your apartment?
Roberto Verona : Oh Lord no. We’ll go to the gym as well.
Hannah pushes herself up from the chest of drawers and proceeds to walk around the couch before flopping into an armchair.
Hannah Reed : Thrilling.
Roberto chuckles as Hannah displays her disgusts by crossing her arms and frowning.
Roberto Verona : Relax alcy, we’ll hit the bars after Sunday. I am just not going to jeopardise my first match in Chicago for the sake of a few vodka red bulls and budweisers. We’ll make the most of it once Ricky is out of the way.
Hannah Reed : As long as we get some Chicago Dog’s to kill the memories of all the crap my taste buds have endured on the way here I will be a happy girl.
Roberto Verona : Classy woman. I always knew you were eager to get some meat in your mouth…
Hannah turns and sticks her tongue out playfully at Roberto as the pair continue to trade wisecracks, the scene fading as the sunsets through the blinds that drape across the windows.
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You’re right Ricky, we’re not enemies.
Adversaries seems apt enough.
I hold absolute no ill will towards you and whilst it may disappoint the masses who crowd around their laptops and drool aimlessly over the latest dirtsheet I won’t just ignore this fact to get a few cheap laughs at your expense. We’re both grown-ups, we don’t need to apply Rob Diamond 101 to our promos.
I am flattered that you have the backbone to admit that I’m every inch a real champion without having to nurse your pride and bite your tongue. Whether you want my belt or not, the fact that you’re contracted to compete for it will be the only motivation I need to go down to that ring and prove why I am the National Champion and why I will continue to be so for some time to come. I’ve defended this belt against any man that the booking committee sees fit to throw my way and my respect for you will not change that. You may not care about this “trinket” Ricky, but I do and there isn’t a chance in hell that I have any intention of letting you take it from me even if you are determined to prove to the world that you deserve one more match for the World Championship.
You see Ricky, I admire the thirst you have to chase the dream by any means necessary but the fact is that as far as another shot goes, that ship has sailed. Oh, don’t get me wrong I am sure you will find yourself in a World Title match again sometime soon but the fact is you’ve had two chances to take that belt and it is time for somebody else to have their time the spotlight. Whether you beat me or I continue to prove why I will be remembered as the greatest National champion of all time, you won’t find yourself in the main event for that belt unless you tear through 29 other men in a months’ time and force the men up top to give you what you want.
You’re going about things the right way by wishing to make a statement by beating me for only the second time at a pay-per-view, just like the current incumbent at the head of the title table did a few months ago but whether this was or wasn’t for a belt, it wouldn’t get you the shot you so richly crave.
You said it yourself, this is a match that is all about damage limitation. Those who remain loyal to the vegetative CEO will do anything to make sure I am out of the way and by throwing you in the mix they hope to kill two birds with one stone, not give you an opportunity to cement your place in line to face Famularo. You can go ahead and beat me, and beat me well, but the fact is that regardless of what you do there’s still plenty of people backstage who will do anything to keep you, and me, out of the World Title picture and whilst their time is ticking away, that is the scenario we find ourselves in.
You know full well that this is just about shutting me up and keeping you occupied so you don’t cause any problems, don’t kid yourself into thinking that winning will get you any closer to your dream whether you’ve got suffer the “burden” of another belt or not. The fact is that if they can keep you busy defending something else whilst they send me hurtling down the card they’ll pat themselves on the back and be glad of a job well done in the vain hope that they can keep us quiet until Fox’s brain kickstarts.
Then of course there is the fact that whether you’d force the booker’s hand, I have absolutely no intention of losing this weekend.
The last time you and I looked across a ring from one another I left victorious. Sure, you beat me a few weeks ago in a tag match but when it was just you and me Ricky I did what I needed to do to put you away and this weekend will be no different. I know how you operate Ricky and I know I have what it takes to beat you and that will give me an edge over you. Sure, you beat me back when I was a “rookie” but the fact is I have evolved far beyond what I was nearly a year ago into something that is unstoppable. Many have tried before you and they have failed and when my National Title is on the line, I will simply up my game to ensure that when the dust clears I am still the champion.
You’re by no means an easy task Ricky, I had to make sure I was on the top of my game to beat you last time and I have no doubts that we will steal the show this weekend, although granted we are competing with tepid nonsense like a live wedding and Curtis Kanyon in the main event. You will bring everything you have got, even if you know deep down it is all for nothing in the greater scheme of things with the current regime in place and I will have to do everything possible to resist you challenge.
But we both know that I am more than capable of leaving Chicago as the National Champion.
I am going to walk into that arena as champion and I am going to leave as champion and there is absolutely nothing else I will settle for. Losing to you is not an embarrassment but I thrive out of the personal glory each victory brings, after all we are all a little selfish in this business. I’ve had a good run so far but there is still many things I need to accomplish with this belt and in truth, if I were to lose it to a man who cared little about the prize on offer I would have to declare my reign a failure.
I didn’t win this belt so I could just wrack up a few title defences, I won it so I could enhance its prestige and make it something worth holding. When I finally lose this title I want it to be against somebody who craves it and appreciates the significant impact it will have on their career, not somebody who has little to gain from being champion. I am not offended that you care more about the World Title Ricky, but the fact the you have no passion for this belt means you are the last person I want to lose it to.
I will beat you this weekend because ultimately, that is what I must do as champion. I must beat you to ensure that the belt I have worked hard to enhance in the eyes of every man on that roster isn’t devalued when you throw it away and my reign is seen as little more than just another title reign. I am here to make history and one day build another career when I take a step upwards and losing this weekend just isn’t on the agenda.
Bring everything you’ve got Ricky, because the fact is I have much more to lose than you do.
Viva La Révolution.
