Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2011 16:39:34 GMT -6
You know, so many people have asked me “Just what exactly is this revolution about?” and it occurred to me that maybe, it was about time I clarified a few things here. So many of my opponents go down the easy route and trot out the tired old clichés about it all being a gimmick and that I am nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing who knows how to use popular buzzwords that is about time I made a few things clear.
I joined New Championship Wrestling to help foster conditions for change and spearhead a revolution that would remove the shackles of the Fox Administration that had repressed my co-workers from the moment that corrupt SOB opened the door to them. I spent years working my ass off on the independent circuit to earn myself a contract in NCW so that I could make a difference on the biggest stage in the business.
For years I chased lowlifes across America in the vain pursuit of justice, but I soon learned that the world, which is run by the few for the many, does not always serve those it claims. I dragged rapists into court, only to watch them crush their victims with the drawn out dissection of the sordid details of their offence whilst the judge slammed his gavel against his desk and declared them not guilty. I chased the corrupt who had swindled elderly couple out of their life savings for days only to watch them walk out of court to screw somebody else. And what did they have in common?
Their wealth.
Of course a sick thirst to exploit the weak, a desire to get ahead in the world at the expense of others and a disregard for the lives of those they affect is also key, but we all know that a poor thief with piss poor legal aid is a convict before they even enter the stand. Money talks, even more so in the corrupt legal system that rewards victims with justice as long as the perpetrator is as dirt poor as they are.
I got sick and tired of the injustice and cast away my livelihood and pursued a new platform to get across a message that would not just ignored and met with “denied” from some legal dinosaur. I always had a talent for wrestling long before I ever pursued a career in bounty hunting and Lord knows I have the gift of the gab so I decided to make something of myself and spread my message of rising up against the injustice that plagues us every single day and doing something about it.
NCW is a platform for me to spread the word that you don’t have to just accept second best, you don’t have to be the victim and you don’t have to let parasites drain what’s left of your spirit out of you.
So with that in mind, what exactly do I want to achieve here outside of my own personal glory?
I came here to change the way things are run and prove to the world that you don’t need to just work inside the system if it is broken. Leonard Fox runs his business just like every single other wrestling promoter, as his own personal toy. He puts whoever he wants on top of the pile regardless of whether they’re ready, talented or even in the slightest bit entertaining. Christ, we’ve had Rob Diamond and Steve Awesome title reigns for the past 6 months plus to “enjoy”, if that doesn’t prove my point then nothing will.
Except another Falcon title run.
When I looked around the locker room I saw guys like Xander Famularo, Andrew Jacobsen, Alex Jones, Venom and a multitude of others who were never gifted the opportunities that men like Steve Awesome are slumming around fighting meaningless matches which got them nowhere because they didn’t shift enough t-shirts or spew out enough marketable catchphrases.
NCW is run for the benefit of a few wrestlers who pull in the pre-pubescent and the teenage girls in heat and know who to suck up to, but in my eyes this company should be run for the benefit of those who deserve it instead of sticking the tired of nepotism that riddles this business. The men who say that I talk in riddles or just spout nonsense are exactly those who will be knocked off of their undeserved perches if I get my way.
The only people who would truly resist the opening of doors to men like Famularo and myself are those who will not benefit from the glass ceiling that has shattered along with Leonard’s face. I have begun to spread the word and fight for these opportunities not just for me, but for every single person in that locker room. I am not in this business to glorify my own name because my life is not based on purely what will benefit myself, but what will benefit everybody.
Will I be pissed if my actions pave the way for some new up-and-comer to outshine me? Sure. But it is the right thing to do. If I am not good enough to stay on top by merit then I do not deserve to be there. As it is, I am second only to one man in this company and I have achieved that through my own hard-work and endeavour and that is exactly what a champion should be.
I haven’t got where I am based purely on my talents, I have had to play dirty. Be it screwing Todd Williams and exploiting his personal trauma or tricking Leonard Fox into thinking I was going to play ball for him and keep earning him those big fat pay-per-view buyrates, I’ve had to play dirty in the system to put myself in a position to break it.
With Fox gone my revolution will truly begin. Already the wheels are in motion, we have a worthy World Champion, a deserving National Champion and a roster brimming with talent to challenge the old guard for the spots they clung to under the Fox regime.
In the coming weeks I will endeavour to make sure that those who truly deserve their chance, get them. I will fight to change how this company does business and make sure that the people is pruports to serve are finally given what they deserve, no more tired old veterans with a rehashed gimmick, no more Steve Awesome pushed down our throats and no more repetitive main events.
Now is the time to make sure that the mark of Leonard Fox is long forgotten. Now is the time to make my mark.
Viva La Révolution
The distant sound of cars beeping their horns wafts gently in the afternoon breeze which blows softly through the open window of Roberto’s apartment. Verona paces calmly besides the windows looking over a few letters before arriving at one and sighing, taking a brief look at the city landscape that was his home for most of his childhood and early adult years. Walking back into the living room he walks past Hannah who has a large Chicago Dog clasped in between her hands which she furiously goes to town on, oblivious to Roberto who throws the mail onto a coffee table and sit down opposite her.
Hannah Reed : Ohhh, I forgot how much I love these.
Hannah takes another bites of her Chicago Dog before closing her eyes and stomping he feet with glee. Roberto looks up from his glass of coke and shakes his head.
Roberto Verona : Don’t spill anything, I just had this place re-furbished for this weekend.
Hannah Reed : Oh you don’t need to worry, if I drop anything I will eat it off the floor if I have to, I aren’t letting a crumb of this go to waste.
Roberto grimaces slightly in disgust.
Roberto Verona : Delightful….
Hannah Reed : Oh shush, it is rare that I get to eat anything this damn good.
Roberto Verona : I take you for five star cuisine in practically every city we go to.
Hannah Reed : But sometimes I just want something really bad inside me.
Roberto Verona : Oh and when I offer it’s called being a pervert instead of a good friend.
Hannah Reed : You don’t lather yours in several kinds of sauces.
Roberto Verona : Well this one time, Laura and me…
Hannah suddenly stops eating and gulps the food in her mouth down quickly before looking up at Roberto.
Hannah Reed : Please, some of us are eating.
Roberto Verona : Now I’ve got your attention, we need to talk.
Hannah Reed : Really? Do you have to be such a girl?
Roberto Verona : Do you want your sister to live on the streets and end up like Crystal Hilton?
Hannah begrudgingly puts her hotdog down, but not before emitting a dissatisfied groan.
Hannah Reed : What has she done now?
Roberto Verona : Not paid her rent. Again.
Hannah Reed : But she gets paid plenty down at the training centre, what has she been spending it on?
Roberto coughs and clears his throat before lifting a sheet of paper up from the coffee table.
Roberto Verona : 21 pairs of shoes, a Chihuahua coat, 4 dresses, 8 pairs of lingerie, 7 bottles of wine, 4 donations to the local fashion group and a year’s subscription to playgirl.
Hannah Reed : Ugh…
Roberto Verona : And that was just last week, you need to speak to her. There is no chance in hell she’s moving in with us and if she isn’t careful she’ll have to go crawling back to your father to have her credit card unlocked. Again. For the sixtieth time.
Hannah Reed : Fine, I’ll talk to her.
Roberto Verona : Good.
Hannah Reed : Now, can you please leave us alone together. We have some business to attend to.
Roberto looks back up over the piece of paper to reveal that Hannah has once again begun to tuck into her food. Rolling his eyes Roberto puts the papers back on the table before picking himself up and leaving Hannah alone, noises of satisfaction emerging from her mouth after every bite.
So here we are then Ricky, just a day away from the big night in the United Center when you and I will square up one on one for this National Championship. If you ignore the fact you couldn’t give a damn about the prize on offer and the fact there isn’t a cat in hells chance I am losing at any rate…
Listen, I respect you Ricky I really do, I’d be a complete liar if I stood here and start rolling off insult after insult for the sake a few YouTube hits and hero worship threads on some virgins anonymous web forums. But I don’t respect your attitude towards my title.
Whether you want it or not, this belt is a big deal, not a burden. Since the moment you were booked to fight the flying clown for a shot at my belt you’ve told the world how little this match really means to you and how much you’d much rather toss this championship aside because you’re above it now but the fact is, you’re not above the National Championship because you failed to cement yourself in the main event. The only man you have to blame for being stuck on the second tier is yourself and perhaps, instead of dismissing it, you should relish the chance to get your name on a belt which would do your career wonders.
You keep saying you only care about getting back into that main event, but you completely ignore the fact that being National Champion is a virtual guarantee of a promotion. The fact is that once I am done with this belt we all know there is only one place I am going and it isn’t back on Trauma with jackasses like Jimmy Zane and Hexx. This belt is my ticket to the top of this company and perhaps that is something you need to realise Ricky.
Being National Champion isn’t a chore, it is a permanent step towards the World Title. If you’re so concerned about the big prize Ricky you need to sit down and assess your options. Beating me for my title and treating it with some respect is one of the only ways the booking committee will see you anywhere near the big one. I know you want to beat me, but just taking my belt and tossing it aside will do you know favours. You need to beat me and build something with your second run before stepping up again, showing complete contempt will do you know favours Ricky. You need to give them a reason to put you where you “belong”, treating the second biggest title in this company like a piece of trash isn’t the way to go about it.
Of course, there’s always the Riot but you said it yourself, you’ll only find yourself oddly low down the pecking order in the ballot so let’s face it your chances of winning that is slim. Then there is the fact I will be in it myself to contend with.
This is a big opportunity for you Ricky, beyond just beating one of the best in this business today you can become a two time National champion and spend a few months making sure that when you finally do drop the belt you are going straight to the top. If you persist with the idea of just throwing it aside I can guarantee that you’ll drop back down the card and find yourself competing for even “lesser” titles that are even more beneath you.
That being said you would still need to beat me anyway and frankly as I said before I don’t fancy losing my belt and tarnishing my reign against a man who doesn’t give a crap about it. Don’t get me wrong, I wish it was me looking across the ring at Famularo this weekend instead of that permanent joke Smeagol but I am still proud of my championship. I said I wanted people to look back at my reign and for it to mean something and that simply will not happen if it I lose this weekend. What sort of legacy is it when I lost the belt to a guy who dropped it ASAP to some jackass like Joe Everyman like it was the championship equivalent of Crystal Hilton?
No, Ricky, beating you is not simply about picking up my “champs paycheck” and making the hometown crowd happy, it’s about defending the honour and prestige I have attributed to holding this belt. I know you remember you reign fondly, whether you want another or not, but I know that if I lose to you and I watch you piss all over the legacy of this belt I will have achieved absolutely nothing.
This belt will mean less than before I captured it and I will limp into the Riot as a laughing stock and if people haven’t got this yet, I don’t enjoy looking like a joke.
You’re a talented man and normally a defeat to you wouldn’t be anything to be embarrassed about Ricky, but the fact that the prize I hold so dear would be taken from me only to be diminished would make the loss hurt even more. You have everything it takes to beat me Ricky, but your motives for doing so are flawed and there isn’t a chance in hell I am going to be your stepping stone to the World Title.
Do I think you deserve another chance? Sure, down the line, but the fact is I also think that people need to earn their spot. You earned you two shots and you blew it, now it is time to pay your dues and instead of looking for the cheap way back to the top you need to build yourself up so you’ve earned it. Pissing on the National championship isn’t how you earn that shot Ricky, ripping it from a dominant champion and proving to the world that you can hang with guys who they claim are next in line week in, week out as National Champion is the way to get back to where you want to be.
Time may not be on your side Ricky, but if you apply yourself in the right way we both know, sooner or later, you’ll get another shot before you hang up your boots and ride off to be with your new family.
It is time to decide whether or not you want to be remembered for the right reasons Ricky, using my belt as a cheap ticket into the main event is not the right way to be remembered as World Champion. Deep down, you know that. Perhaps losing on Sunday will knock you back Ricky, but the fact is that if you’re as determined as you claim you’ll dust yourself down and show the world that you don’t need this belt the right way rather than discarding it as if it were meaningless.
Good luck on Sunday Ricky, bring me everything you’ve got and maybe, just maybe, it won’t even matter what the result is, people will just have to sit up and take notice anyway.
I joined New Championship Wrestling to help foster conditions for change and spearhead a revolution that would remove the shackles of the Fox Administration that had repressed my co-workers from the moment that corrupt SOB opened the door to them. I spent years working my ass off on the independent circuit to earn myself a contract in NCW so that I could make a difference on the biggest stage in the business.
For years I chased lowlifes across America in the vain pursuit of justice, but I soon learned that the world, which is run by the few for the many, does not always serve those it claims. I dragged rapists into court, only to watch them crush their victims with the drawn out dissection of the sordid details of their offence whilst the judge slammed his gavel against his desk and declared them not guilty. I chased the corrupt who had swindled elderly couple out of their life savings for days only to watch them walk out of court to screw somebody else. And what did they have in common?
Their wealth.
Of course a sick thirst to exploit the weak, a desire to get ahead in the world at the expense of others and a disregard for the lives of those they affect is also key, but we all know that a poor thief with piss poor legal aid is a convict before they even enter the stand. Money talks, even more so in the corrupt legal system that rewards victims with justice as long as the perpetrator is as dirt poor as they are.
I got sick and tired of the injustice and cast away my livelihood and pursued a new platform to get across a message that would not just ignored and met with “denied” from some legal dinosaur. I always had a talent for wrestling long before I ever pursued a career in bounty hunting and Lord knows I have the gift of the gab so I decided to make something of myself and spread my message of rising up against the injustice that plagues us every single day and doing something about it.
NCW is a platform for me to spread the word that you don’t have to just accept second best, you don’t have to be the victim and you don’t have to let parasites drain what’s left of your spirit out of you.
So with that in mind, what exactly do I want to achieve here outside of my own personal glory?
I came here to change the way things are run and prove to the world that you don’t need to just work inside the system if it is broken. Leonard Fox runs his business just like every single other wrestling promoter, as his own personal toy. He puts whoever he wants on top of the pile regardless of whether they’re ready, talented or even in the slightest bit entertaining. Christ, we’ve had Rob Diamond and Steve Awesome title reigns for the past 6 months plus to “enjoy”, if that doesn’t prove my point then nothing will.
Except another Falcon title run.
When I looked around the locker room I saw guys like Xander Famularo, Andrew Jacobsen, Alex Jones, Venom and a multitude of others who were never gifted the opportunities that men like Steve Awesome are slumming around fighting meaningless matches which got them nowhere because they didn’t shift enough t-shirts or spew out enough marketable catchphrases.
NCW is run for the benefit of a few wrestlers who pull in the pre-pubescent and the teenage girls in heat and know who to suck up to, but in my eyes this company should be run for the benefit of those who deserve it instead of sticking the tired of nepotism that riddles this business. The men who say that I talk in riddles or just spout nonsense are exactly those who will be knocked off of their undeserved perches if I get my way.
The only people who would truly resist the opening of doors to men like Famularo and myself are those who will not benefit from the glass ceiling that has shattered along with Leonard’s face. I have begun to spread the word and fight for these opportunities not just for me, but for every single person in that locker room. I am not in this business to glorify my own name because my life is not based on purely what will benefit myself, but what will benefit everybody.
Will I be pissed if my actions pave the way for some new up-and-comer to outshine me? Sure. But it is the right thing to do. If I am not good enough to stay on top by merit then I do not deserve to be there. As it is, I am second only to one man in this company and I have achieved that through my own hard-work and endeavour and that is exactly what a champion should be.
I haven’t got where I am based purely on my talents, I have had to play dirty. Be it screwing Todd Williams and exploiting his personal trauma or tricking Leonard Fox into thinking I was going to play ball for him and keep earning him those big fat pay-per-view buyrates, I’ve had to play dirty in the system to put myself in a position to break it.
With Fox gone my revolution will truly begin. Already the wheels are in motion, we have a worthy World Champion, a deserving National Champion and a roster brimming with talent to challenge the old guard for the spots they clung to under the Fox regime.
In the coming weeks I will endeavour to make sure that those who truly deserve their chance, get them. I will fight to change how this company does business and make sure that the people is pruports to serve are finally given what they deserve, no more tired old veterans with a rehashed gimmick, no more Steve Awesome pushed down our throats and no more repetitive main events.
Now is the time to make sure that the mark of Leonard Fox is long forgotten. Now is the time to make my mark.
Viva La Révolution
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The distant sound of cars beeping their horns wafts gently in the afternoon breeze which blows softly through the open window of Roberto’s apartment. Verona paces calmly besides the windows looking over a few letters before arriving at one and sighing, taking a brief look at the city landscape that was his home for most of his childhood and early adult years. Walking back into the living room he walks past Hannah who has a large Chicago Dog clasped in between her hands which she furiously goes to town on, oblivious to Roberto who throws the mail onto a coffee table and sit down opposite her.
Hannah Reed : Ohhh, I forgot how much I love these.
Hannah takes another bites of her Chicago Dog before closing her eyes and stomping he feet with glee. Roberto looks up from his glass of coke and shakes his head.
Roberto Verona : Don’t spill anything, I just had this place re-furbished for this weekend.
Hannah Reed : Oh you don’t need to worry, if I drop anything I will eat it off the floor if I have to, I aren’t letting a crumb of this go to waste.
Roberto grimaces slightly in disgust.
Roberto Verona : Delightful….
Hannah Reed : Oh shush, it is rare that I get to eat anything this damn good.
Roberto Verona : I take you for five star cuisine in practically every city we go to.
Hannah Reed : But sometimes I just want something really bad inside me.
Roberto Verona : Oh and when I offer it’s called being a pervert instead of a good friend.
Hannah Reed : You don’t lather yours in several kinds of sauces.
Roberto Verona : Well this one time, Laura and me…
Hannah suddenly stops eating and gulps the food in her mouth down quickly before looking up at Roberto.
Hannah Reed : Please, some of us are eating.
Roberto Verona : Now I’ve got your attention, we need to talk.
Hannah Reed : Really? Do you have to be such a girl?
Roberto Verona : Do you want your sister to live on the streets and end up like Crystal Hilton?
Hannah begrudgingly puts her hotdog down, but not before emitting a dissatisfied groan.
Hannah Reed : What has she done now?
Roberto Verona : Not paid her rent. Again.
Hannah Reed : But she gets paid plenty down at the training centre, what has she been spending it on?
Roberto coughs and clears his throat before lifting a sheet of paper up from the coffee table.
Roberto Verona : 21 pairs of shoes, a Chihuahua coat, 4 dresses, 8 pairs of lingerie, 7 bottles of wine, 4 donations to the local fashion group and a year’s subscription to playgirl.
Hannah Reed : Ugh…
Roberto Verona : And that was just last week, you need to speak to her. There is no chance in hell she’s moving in with us and if she isn’t careful she’ll have to go crawling back to your father to have her credit card unlocked. Again. For the sixtieth time.
Hannah Reed : Fine, I’ll talk to her.
Roberto Verona : Good.
Hannah Reed : Now, can you please leave us alone together. We have some business to attend to.
Roberto looks back up over the piece of paper to reveal that Hannah has once again begun to tuck into her food. Rolling his eyes Roberto puts the papers back on the table before picking himself up and leaving Hannah alone, noises of satisfaction emerging from her mouth after every bite.
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So here we are then Ricky, just a day away from the big night in the United Center when you and I will square up one on one for this National Championship. If you ignore the fact you couldn’t give a damn about the prize on offer and the fact there isn’t a cat in hells chance I am losing at any rate…
Listen, I respect you Ricky I really do, I’d be a complete liar if I stood here and start rolling off insult after insult for the sake a few YouTube hits and hero worship threads on some virgins anonymous web forums. But I don’t respect your attitude towards my title.
Whether you want it or not, this belt is a big deal, not a burden. Since the moment you were booked to fight the flying clown for a shot at my belt you’ve told the world how little this match really means to you and how much you’d much rather toss this championship aside because you’re above it now but the fact is, you’re not above the National Championship because you failed to cement yourself in the main event. The only man you have to blame for being stuck on the second tier is yourself and perhaps, instead of dismissing it, you should relish the chance to get your name on a belt which would do your career wonders.
You keep saying you only care about getting back into that main event, but you completely ignore the fact that being National Champion is a virtual guarantee of a promotion. The fact is that once I am done with this belt we all know there is only one place I am going and it isn’t back on Trauma with jackasses like Jimmy Zane and Hexx. This belt is my ticket to the top of this company and perhaps that is something you need to realise Ricky.
Being National Champion isn’t a chore, it is a permanent step towards the World Title. If you’re so concerned about the big prize Ricky you need to sit down and assess your options. Beating me for my title and treating it with some respect is one of the only ways the booking committee will see you anywhere near the big one. I know you want to beat me, but just taking my belt and tossing it aside will do you know favours. You need to beat me and build something with your second run before stepping up again, showing complete contempt will do you know favours Ricky. You need to give them a reason to put you where you “belong”, treating the second biggest title in this company like a piece of trash isn’t the way to go about it.
Of course, there’s always the Riot but you said it yourself, you’ll only find yourself oddly low down the pecking order in the ballot so let’s face it your chances of winning that is slim. Then there is the fact I will be in it myself to contend with.
This is a big opportunity for you Ricky, beyond just beating one of the best in this business today you can become a two time National champion and spend a few months making sure that when you finally do drop the belt you are going straight to the top. If you persist with the idea of just throwing it aside I can guarantee that you’ll drop back down the card and find yourself competing for even “lesser” titles that are even more beneath you.
That being said you would still need to beat me anyway and frankly as I said before I don’t fancy losing my belt and tarnishing my reign against a man who doesn’t give a crap about it. Don’t get me wrong, I wish it was me looking across the ring at Famularo this weekend instead of that permanent joke Smeagol but I am still proud of my championship. I said I wanted people to look back at my reign and for it to mean something and that simply will not happen if it I lose this weekend. What sort of legacy is it when I lost the belt to a guy who dropped it ASAP to some jackass like Joe Everyman like it was the championship equivalent of Crystal Hilton?
No, Ricky, beating you is not simply about picking up my “champs paycheck” and making the hometown crowd happy, it’s about defending the honour and prestige I have attributed to holding this belt. I know you remember you reign fondly, whether you want another or not, but I know that if I lose to you and I watch you piss all over the legacy of this belt I will have achieved absolutely nothing.
This belt will mean less than before I captured it and I will limp into the Riot as a laughing stock and if people haven’t got this yet, I don’t enjoy looking like a joke.
You’re a talented man and normally a defeat to you wouldn’t be anything to be embarrassed about Ricky, but the fact that the prize I hold so dear would be taken from me only to be diminished would make the loss hurt even more. You have everything it takes to beat me Ricky, but your motives for doing so are flawed and there isn’t a chance in hell I am going to be your stepping stone to the World Title.
Do I think you deserve another chance? Sure, down the line, but the fact is I also think that people need to earn their spot. You earned you two shots and you blew it, now it is time to pay your dues and instead of looking for the cheap way back to the top you need to build yourself up so you’ve earned it. Pissing on the National championship isn’t how you earn that shot Ricky, ripping it from a dominant champion and proving to the world that you can hang with guys who they claim are next in line week in, week out as National Champion is the way to get back to where you want to be.
Time may not be on your side Ricky, but if you apply yourself in the right way we both know, sooner or later, you’ll get another shot before you hang up your boots and ride off to be with your new family.
It is time to decide whether or not you want to be remembered for the right reasons Ricky, using my belt as a cheap ticket into the main event is not the right way to be remembered as World Champion. Deep down, you know that. Perhaps losing on Sunday will knock you back Ricky, but the fact is that if you’re as determined as you claim you’ll dust yourself down and show the world that you don’t need this belt the right way rather than discarding it as if it were meaningless.
Good luck on Sunday Ricky, bring me everything you’ve got and maybe, just maybe, it won’t even matter what the result is, people will just have to sit up and take notice anyway.
