Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2012 21:16:31 GMT -6
You know Ricky, I heard what you had to say and I have to be honest with you, it got me thinking. I turned off the television, got myself a cup of coffee, left my house, went for a walk in the woods and found a spot to just sit and contemplate….
Just how utterly detached from reality you are.
The truth? Ricky, you wouldn’t know the truth if it walked out in front of you dressed in a neon g-string with a Trent Helm’s cluster **** hair style carrying a sign saying “Ricky Johnson, I AM THE TRUTH” whilst break dancing to Megadeath.
If what came out of your mouth is the “truth” Ricky, then I don’t think I want to live anymore.
Quite frankly I find it difficult to know where to start right now, I was preparing to come out here and sit in front of this camera and roll off a big speech about “destiny”, “fulfilment of potential”, “match of the year”, but you’ve saved me the bother of coming out and delivering “first world title shot promo 101”.
Now I can just try to sift through your many, many, asinine comments and try to get back the last 30 minutes of my life.
First of all Ricky, and this applies to rest of you too, the idea that Kelly Knite “did me a favour” by throwing me in the ring with the single most dominant wrestler of the past year is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard.
Where was I when Kelly was having her little lap of honour at A Night To Remember on, ironically, Nathan Webb and Curtis Kanyon’s shoulder?
Was I there at ringside partying like a coed at their first frat party? Did I say “well done Kelly” backstage or was I backstage getting my jaw reattached by the EMTs after been punched in the face by every available generation of the Famularo family?
This idea that me and Kelly Knite are bosom buddies is the most bizarre conspiracy theory I’ve ever heard and God knows I’m accused of some pretty ludicrous ones myself. Since when did me and Kelly become friends? I just spent the better part of three months punching her closest friends and family in the face, on what planet does Kelly Knite suddenly develop this corrupt affection for me?
Is she a masochist or something? Does Kelly Knite’s lady garden quiver whenever an employee relocates her husband’s nose?
Kelly Knite doesn’t like me, she thinks I am just as much of a loud mouthed, obnoxious tosser the rest of you think I am, the difference is she realises that what happened to me at A Night To Remember wasn’t how you conduct a number one contender’s match for the most prestigious prize in professional wrestling.
Did I ask her to give me another shot at Xander?
No.
Does the fact that she felt I deserved another opportunity somehow diminish my achievement?
Only if you’re being deliberately ignorant.
Do I deserve to be facing you this Sunday at Reborn for that World Title?
Apparently not, huh Ricky?
If you are going to attack my integrity as a challenger for that championship Ricky, can you please do your homework first. Let me break this down for you.
You’re talking nonsense.
I really needn’t say any more than that, but because I have a feeling you’ll accuse me of deflecting from your argument I will tell you why. As easily as you have placed a negative spin on my recent competitive record, it’s very easy to put a positive one on it.
Adam Knite pinned me by pulling my tights.
I didn’t draw with Xander Famularo, the referee abandoned the match because of what I’d done to him.
Xander Famularo pinned me after his entire immediate family interfered.
I pinned a man nobody else could pin in over a year. I rendered the Hierarchy limp and ineffective, leaving them to bully midcarders to remain on television whilst their golden child was wheeled away to an ambulance.
Remove all of your snide little digs in a cheap attempt to undermine my credibility and what are you left with? A run of matches where I wasn’t pinned cleanly once. In fact Ricky, and I will throw you a bone here, the last man to pin my cleanly was actually you. In November 2011.
Not enough?
Well, let’s take a look at what else I’ve done since you “opened the door for me”. I was in the final three participants of the 2012 Riot, lasting the second longest behind the eventual winner, eliminating the most number of people in the entire event.
Including you, by the way.
Of those final three, who has had World Title shots in 2012? Todd Williams. Check. Lex Sense. Check. Roberto Verona….wait a minute….
Sure, I lost, but then so did 29 other men, yet apparently they’ve done enough to earn shots at that title since the turn of the year. Then of course there is the fact that within months of being here I was X-Champion, then one month after losing that I was the National Champion only five months after being hired and despite holding that belt for much longer than I did Ricky, I defended it the same amount of times you bothered to in a shorter space of time.
Then there is the fact I was voted Rising Star of 2011 and runner-up in Wrestler of the Year, have won the majority of my matches this calendar year and….I could keep going, but frankly there’s no point.
Is there Ricky?
You’ve convinced yourself that I’ve basically lucked my way into getting this opportunity and no matter what I list off you’ll just find a way to put a negative spin on them. The question is Ricky, if the fact I allegedly have required chance after chance to be the number one contender means I don’t deserve to be facing you.
Why on earth do you deserve to be the World Champion?
How many Coliseum matches did it take you to “earn” a shot at the World Title? Three.
How many World Title matches did it take you to finally become World Champion? Three.
By your own bizarre, warped logic Ricky, you are waltzing into the sunset with that World Title and for all intents and purposes you don’t really deserve to be champion, after all you needed chance after chance after chance to finally become World Champion.
Despite your failings Ricky, you were given more than one opportunity at obtaining immortality in NCW and you finally made them count like a real champion. Because that is all that matters, it isn’t how many chances you are given or whether you really deserve them, but what you actually do with them when they come along.
It took me one match to win the X-Championship.
It took me one match to win the National Championship.
When it counts. I deliver.
That is the truth.
What happens to Roberto Verona is he doesn’t win this weekend?
A good question Ricky, but let me ask you a question. What happened to Ricky Johnson when he fell short in his pursuit of the World Title? He got up, dusted himself down, got back in the ring and busted his balls until he got another opportunity at immortality.
The difference between you and me Ricky is if I lose this weekend, I have an opportunity to avenge my defeat because unlike you I’m going nowhere. Win, lose or draw, you said it yourself you are gone, me?
I will still be here, whether I beat you or not.
Don’t get me wrong Ricky, should you beat me I will be devastated. I have, regardless of your bizarre attempts to undermine me, worked very hard to get to where I am today. I’ve had to watch men with far less talent than me get chance after chance whilst I have patiently bided my time for my turn on the title merry-go-round and I’m well aware that if I fail, I may not get another chance for months, perhaps years.
I am desperate to join the long list of luminaries who’ve been called NCW World Champion, the idea that I could fail doesn’t bare thinking about and should I fail it will be the biggest blow of my entire career. Not because you’re an inferior opponent, but because I’ve just as much professional pride as any other man in this company.
Yet….it is hardly the end, is it?
I had to dust myself off and regroup when I lost my last two titles and re-climb the ladder to restore integrity to my name and should I fail this weekend, as much as it will take the wind out of my sails ultimately I will have the rest of my career to put it right.
One thing I do find difficult to comprehend Ricky, is your entire attitude to your involvement in this match. One minute you are blathering on about how if I win it won’t mean a damn thing because hey, you are leaving anyway, the next you are reassuring me that you will bring you’re A Game, then you’re waxing lyrical about your personal pride being unable to take a defeat.
Why do you persist in this fruitless game of one-upmanship, passing from one end of a spectrum right to the other in some pointless attempt to get one over your opponent. You already spent your entire promo trying to discredit me before banging on about how it doesn’t mean jack**** if I win anyway before praising my in-ring abilities and telling everybody that we will tear the house down like true champions.
When are you going to drop the bull****?
I know I’ve spent the last twenty minutes mocking you Ricky, but quite frankly you deserve it for wasting everybody’s time with this two faced, deliberately contradictory rant which does nothing but cover all your bases regardless of the result and anything I have to say when in reality we both know that deep down, you know what you’re saying is just a crock of ****.
You want my respect Ricky?
Well why don’t you get off your ass and earn my respect by being a real *** damn champion instead of being this disingenuous, smug, arrogant asshole whose only interest is point scoring and creating a fantasy world where the value of the World Title is somehow diminished because this is your final match regardless of the result.
You are a ****ing machine inside that ring Ricky, you have won accolade after accolade and are the first ever Grand Slam Champion in history and regardless of what you say the day winning a World Championship against a man of your calibre becomes tainted and irrelevant purely because you happen to be retiring a day later is the day we might as well just pack up, turn the lights off and call it a day.
Winning my first ever World Title by beating you will not be a blot on my record Ricky, it will be a privilege.
To win that belt by beating a man of your ilk who claims to be bringing everything to that ring can never be tainted, no matter how hard you try to minimise the collateral by bleating on about how you’re leaving anyway.
I’m glad you are walking away whilst you can still do so voluntarily, the last thing I want to see is Ricky Johnson crippled, or worse. I am happy for you Ricky that you feel accomplished enough to leave and enjoy your life with your children and your wife. I respect that you’re smart enough to get out before you become an injury riddled drug dependant “RIP” in waiting.
However, if you can’t personally handle the idea that you are effectively “handing” me this title by retiring then why don’t you drop the act and do everybody else a favour and put on the kind of performance Ricky Johnson is capable of to make damn sure that if you lose that title on the way out, the son of a bitch who had to rip it from your hands had to do it by putting away one of the most accomplished performers in this company instead of a man already planning his next holiday.
The only person who can piss on the legacy and integrity of this belt is you Ricky, but by doing so you are just proving to everyone that you are not a real champion but just a ****ing coward who finally got lucky but pissed off before ever really testing himself.
By doing so you are just pissing on your own legacy.
It’s time to make a choice Ricky, either you drop the crap and realise that you can prove to the world that regardless of the result you’re one of the best in the history of the business and you earned every damn bit of respect you’ve accumulated over the course of your career or you can carry on slinging **** at me in a vain attempt to gain a fictional upper hand and I can pick the gaping holes in your deflective arguments whilst all the smarks get a filthy thrill from it.
I know which Ricky Johnson I want to see bow out of NCW and it isn’t this whiney little bitch whose already making excuses.
I want the real Ricky Johnson.
I want the champion.
Just how utterly detached from reality you are.
The truth? Ricky, you wouldn’t know the truth if it walked out in front of you dressed in a neon g-string with a Trent Helm’s cluster **** hair style carrying a sign saying “Ricky Johnson, I AM THE TRUTH” whilst break dancing to Megadeath.
If what came out of your mouth is the “truth” Ricky, then I don’t think I want to live anymore.
Quite frankly I find it difficult to know where to start right now, I was preparing to come out here and sit in front of this camera and roll off a big speech about “destiny”, “fulfilment of potential”, “match of the year”, but you’ve saved me the bother of coming out and delivering “first world title shot promo 101”.
Now I can just try to sift through your many, many, asinine comments and try to get back the last 30 minutes of my life.
First of all Ricky, and this applies to rest of you too, the idea that Kelly Knite “did me a favour” by throwing me in the ring with the single most dominant wrestler of the past year is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard.
Where was I when Kelly was having her little lap of honour at A Night To Remember on, ironically, Nathan Webb and Curtis Kanyon’s shoulder?
Was I there at ringside partying like a coed at their first frat party? Did I say “well done Kelly” backstage or was I backstage getting my jaw reattached by the EMTs after been punched in the face by every available generation of the Famularo family?
This idea that me and Kelly Knite are bosom buddies is the most bizarre conspiracy theory I’ve ever heard and God knows I’m accused of some pretty ludicrous ones myself. Since when did me and Kelly become friends? I just spent the better part of three months punching her closest friends and family in the face, on what planet does Kelly Knite suddenly develop this corrupt affection for me?
Is she a masochist or something? Does Kelly Knite’s lady garden quiver whenever an employee relocates her husband’s nose?
Kelly Knite doesn’t like me, she thinks I am just as much of a loud mouthed, obnoxious tosser the rest of you think I am, the difference is she realises that what happened to me at A Night To Remember wasn’t how you conduct a number one contender’s match for the most prestigious prize in professional wrestling.
Did I ask her to give me another shot at Xander?
No.
Does the fact that she felt I deserved another opportunity somehow diminish my achievement?
Only if you’re being deliberately ignorant.
Do I deserve to be facing you this Sunday at Reborn for that World Title?
Apparently not, huh Ricky?
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Every time he spills his blood, a little part of me dies.
Standing in the gorilla I watch as he puts his body on the line week after week in pursuit of a cause far nobler than any other wrestler can contemplate or seemingly appreciate.
They all stand there, making snide remarks as they play their politics besides the monitors whilst he endures physical harm in their name, laughing at his “paranoid delusions” like ungrateful little brats.
He does everything for them, yet none of them would spill a drop of sweat for him.
Who is he fighting for?
Does he not see that the men and women whose rights he so vigorously upholds do nothing but mock him?
Why does he keep fighting for those who don’t deserve saving?
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Every time he spills his blood, a little part of me dies.
Standing in the gorilla I watch as he puts his body on the line week after week in pursuit of a cause far nobler than any other wrestler can contemplate or seemingly appreciate.
They all stand there, making snide remarks as they play their politics besides the monitors whilst he endures physical harm in their name, laughing at his “paranoid delusions” like ungrateful little brats.
He does everything for them, yet none of them would spill a drop of sweat for him.
Who is he fighting for?
Does he not see that the men and women whose rights he so vigorously upholds do nothing but mock him?
Why does he keep fighting for those who don’t deserve saving?
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If you are going to attack my integrity as a challenger for that championship Ricky, can you please do your homework first. Let me break this down for you.
You’re talking nonsense.
I really needn’t say any more than that, but because I have a feeling you’ll accuse me of deflecting from your argument I will tell you why. As easily as you have placed a negative spin on my recent competitive record, it’s very easy to put a positive one on it.
Adam Knite pinned me by pulling my tights.
I didn’t draw with Xander Famularo, the referee abandoned the match because of what I’d done to him.
Xander Famularo pinned me after his entire immediate family interfered.
I pinned a man nobody else could pin in over a year. I rendered the Hierarchy limp and ineffective, leaving them to bully midcarders to remain on television whilst their golden child was wheeled away to an ambulance.
Remove all of your snide little digs in a cheap attempt to undermine my credibility and what are you left with? A run of matches where I wasn’t pinned cleanly once. In fact Ricky, and I will throw you a bone here, the last man to pin my cleanly was actually you. In November 2011.
Not enough?
Well, let’s take a look at what else I’ve done since you “opened the door for me”. I was in the final three participants of the 2012 Riot, lasting the second longest behind the eventual winner, eliminating the most number of people in the entire event.
Including you, by the way.
Of those final three, who has had World Title shots in 2012? Todd Williams. Check. Lex Sense. Check. Roberto Verona….wait a minute….
Sure, I lost, but then so did 29 other men, yet apparently they’ve done enough to earn shots at that title since the turn of the year. Then of course there is the fact that within months of being here I was X-Champion, then one month after losing that I was the National Champion only five months after being hired and despite holding that belt for much longer than I did Ricky, I defended it the same amount of times you bothered to in a shorter space of time.
Then there is the fact I was voted Rising Star of 2011 and runner-up in Wrestler of the Year, have won the majority of my matches this calendar year and….I could keep going, but frankly there’s no point.
Is there Ricky?
You’ve convinced yourself that I’ve basically lucked my way into getting this opportunity and no matter what I list off you’ll just find a way to put a negative spin on them. The question is Ricky, if the fact I allegedly have required chance after chance to be the number one contender means I don’t deserve to be facing you.
Why on earth do you deserve to be the World Champion?
How many Coliseum matches did it take you to “earn” a shot at the World Title? Three.
How many World Title matches did it take you to finally become World Champion? Three.
By your own bizarre, warped logic Ricky, you are waltzing into the sunset with that World Title and for all intents and purposes you don’t really deserve to be champion, after all you needed chance after chance after chance to finally become World Champion.
Despite your failings Ricky, you were given more than one opportunity at obtaining immortality in NCW and you finally made them count like a real champion. Because that is all that matters, it isn’t how many chances you are given or whether you really deserve them, but what you actually do with them when they come along.
It took me one match to win the X-Championship.
It took me one match to win the National Championship.
When it counts. I deliver.
That is the truth.
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I look at Ricky and I think to myself, will I ever have that with him?
My womb may be barren, but is it wrong of me to dream of enjoying the remainders of my days with a man I love?
A man who hasn’t been crippled by his profession.
A man who hasn’t given up his health for a group of people who just simply do not care?
I ask myself every day if I will ever have what Ricky Johnson is retiring for.
A happy future with the person I love.
Will everything I’ve ever wanted be snatched away from me by a selfish mass of bastards who only care about themselves?
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I look at Ricky and I think to myself, will I ever have that with him?
My womb may be barren, but is it wrong of me to dream of enjoying the remainders of my days with a man I love?
A man who hasn’t been crippled by his profession.
A man who hasn’t given up his health for a group of people who just simply do not care?
I ask myself every day if I will ever have what Ricky Johnson is retiring for.
A happy future with the person I love.
Will everything I’ve ever wanted be snatched away from me by a selfish mass of bastards who only care about themselves?
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What happens to Roberto Verona is he doesn’t win this weekend?
A good question Ricky, but let me ask you a question. What happened to Ricky Johnson when he fell short in his pursuit of the World Title? He got up, dusted himself down, got back in the ring and busted his balls until he got another opportunity at immortality.
The difference between you and me Ricky is if I lose this weekend, I have an opportunity to avenge my defeat because unlike you I’m going nowhere. Win, lose or draw, you said it yourself you are gone, me?
I will still be here, whether I beat you or not.
Don’t get me wrong Ricky, should you beat me I will be devastated. I have, regardless of your bizarre attempts to undermine me, worked very hard to get to where I am today. I’ve had to watch men with far less talent than me get chance after chance whilst I have patiently bided my time for my turn on the title merry-go-round and I’m well aware that if I fail, I may not get another chance for months, perhaps years.
I am desperate to join the long list of luminaries who’ve been called NCW World Champion, the idea that I could fail doesn’t bare thinking about and should I fail it will be the biggest blow of my entire career. Not because you’re an inferior opponent, but because I’ve just as much professional pride as any other man in this company.
Yet….it is hardly the end, is it?
I had to dust myself off and regroup when I lost my last two titles and re-climb the ladder to restore integrity to my name and should I fail this weekend, as much as it will take the wind out of my sails ultimately I will have the rest of my career to put it right.
One thing I do find difficult to comprehend Ricky, is your entire attitude to your involvement in this match. One minute you are blathering on about how if I win it won’t mean a damn thing because hey, you are leaving anyway, the next you are reassuring me that you will bring you’re A Game, then you’re waxing lyrical about your personal pride being unable to take a defeat.
Why do you persist in this fruitless game of one-upmanship, passing from one end of a spectrum right to the other in some pointless attempt to get one over your opponent. You already spent your entire promo trying to discredit me before banging on about how it doesn’t mean jack**** if I win anyway before praising my in-ring abilities and telling everybody that we will tear the house down like true champions.
When are you going to drop the bull****?
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My heart beats with anxiety with every match he enters for a lost cause.
Will he ever see that what he fights for can never become a reality for as long as he fights for people who neither deserve nor desire a level playing field?
Whilst everybody else plays the game around him he keeps risking his long term health to try and dismantle a system which has seeped into every crack.
I admire his passion, but desire his long term safety.
I can’t let him become another casualty in pursuit of an unachievable aim.
If I must see him fall, I want him to do it for himself.
Not them.
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My heart beats with anxiety with every match he enters for a lost cause.
Will he ever see that what he fights for can never become a reality for as long as he fights for people who neither deserve nor desire a level playing field?
Whilst everybody else plays the game around him he keeps risking his long term health to try and dismantle a system which has seeped into every crack.
I admire his passion, but desire his long term safety.
I can’t let him become another casualty in pursuit of an unachievable aim.
If I must see him fall, I want him to do it for himself.
Not them.
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I know I’ve spent the last twenty minutes mocking you Ricky, but quite frankly you deserve it for wasting everybody’s time with this two faced, deliberately contradictory rant which does nothing but cover all your bases regardless of the result and anything I have to say when in reality we both know that deep down, you know what you’re saying is just a crock of ****.
You want my respect Ricky?
Well why don’t you get off your ass and earn my respect by being a real *** damn champion instead of being this disingenuous, smug, arrogant asshole whose only interest is point scoring and creating a fantasy world where the value of the World Title is somehow diminished because this is your final match regardless of the result.
You are a ****ing machine inside that ring Ricky, you have won accolade after accolade and are the first ever Grand Slam Champion in history and regardless of what you say the day winning a World Championship against a man of your calibre becomes tainted and irrelevant purely because you happen to be retiring a day later is the day we might as well just pack up, turn the lights off and call it a day.
Winning my first ever World Title by beating you will not be a blot on my record Ricky, it will be a privilege.
To win that belt by beating a man of your ilk who claims to be bringing everything to that ring can never be tainted, no matter how hard you try to minimise the collateral by bleating on about how you’re leaving anyway.
I’m glad you are walking away whilst you can still do so voluntarily, the last thing I want to see is Ricky Johnson crippled, or worse. I am happy for you Ricky that you feel accomplished enough to leave and enjoy your life with your children and your wife. I respect that you’re smart enough to get out before you become an injury riddled drug dependant “RIP” in waiting.
However, if you can’t personally handle the idea that you are effectively “handing” me this title by retiring then why don’t you drop the act and do everybody else a favour and put on the kind of performance Ricky Johnson is capable of to make damn sure that if you lose that title on the way out, the son of a bitch who had to rip it from your hands had to do it by putting away one of the most accomplished performers in this company instead of a man already planning his next holiday.
The only person who can piss on the legacy and integrity of this belt is you Ricky, but by doing so you are just proving to everyone that you are not a real champion but just a ****ing coward who finally got lucky but pissed off before ever really testing himself.
By doing so you are just pissing on your own legacy.
It’s time to make a choice Ricky, either you drop the crap and realise that you can prove to the world that regardless of the result you’re one of the best in the history of the business and you earned every damn bit of respect you’ve accumulated over the course of your career or you can carry on slinging **** at me in a vain attempt to gain a fictional upper hand and I can pick the gaping holes in your deflective arguments whilst all the smarks get a filthy thrill from it.
I know which Ricky Johnson I want to see bow out of NCW and it isn’t this whiney little bitch whose already making excuses.
I want the real Ricky Johnson.
I want the champion.
