Post by Hannah Reed on Sept 28, 2012 15:12:39 GMT -6
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Jessica slouches in a chair, only the light of the television preventing the dark from encroaching upon her. She runs her thumb up and down the remote, declining the opportunity to apply enough pressure to change the channel as Roberto walks into the room, barely noticing the young brunette as she sits with the set on mute, mulling over her thoughts. With a little hesitance Verona walks across the room and sits down in a chair a few feet away from his girlfriend’s younger twin, who remains stoic in the gloom.
Jess….
She makes no signal of recognition, instead resigning herself to continuing to stare blankly at the screen.
You know, this really isn’t healthy just sitting on your ass all day wallowing in pity.
Jessica suddenly looks up.
It seemed good enough for you the past month.
Verona snorts with good humour.
Yeah and look how far being a bitch got me.
Jesscia returns to sitting in silence, not even smiling in response.
Look, Jess, I get it. You don’t know what to do, your Dad is a colossal asshole and has always treated you like his personal plaything to mould in his image ever since Hannah left him in the lurch but you feel guilty because he’s blood. The problem is, just sitting here in the dark and dwelling on the past isn’t going to get you anywhere.
So….what is?
Growing up.
Her eyes suddenly light up and her nostrils flare as her melancholic calm suddenly erupts into a violent outburst.
Grow up!? You don’t know anything about what that man put me through, and now just because he happens to get totalled by some dumbass in a truck I have to crawl back on my hands and knees and assume my spot worshipping his feet again? Not a ****ing chance.
Really? Have you ever tried dating one of his daughters? Give that a shot and get back to me.
I’m not in the mood for jokes.
Yeah and nor am I. Your dad, for all his flaws, is just trying to protect his daughter’s from ending up like a bitter old resentful bastard like him. You don’t need to like the guy Jess, but trust me when I say this, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you sit here and just let him die without ever saying goodbye.
Verona pauses for a second, reminiscing a moment in his own past before regaining his composure and continuing.
I never got a chance to say goodbye to my parents when they were killed, I just got left with the wealth and the property, all of which felt hollow without them. No matter what he has done, deep down you know you still love him and if you don’t at least say that you’re sorry you could never get along you’re going to regret it.
Jessica stares ahead, mulling something over in her mind whilst a tear rolls down her cheek.
Go home Jess.
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Jessica slouches in a chair, only the light of the television preventing the dark from encroaching upon her. She runs her thumb up and down the remote, declining the opportunity to apply enough pressure to change the channel as Roberto walks into the room, barely noticing the young brunette as she sits with the set on mute, mulling over her thoughts. With a little hesitance Verona walks across the room and sits down in a chair a few feet away from his girlfriend’s younger twin, who remains stoic in the gloom.
Jess….
She makes no signal of recognition, instead resigning herself to continuing to stare blankly at the screen.
You know, this really isn’t healthy just sitting on your ass all day wallowing in pity.
Jessica suddenly looks up.
It seemed good enough for you the past month.
Verona snorts with good humour.
Yeah and look how far being a bitch got me.
Jesscia returns to sitting in silence, not even smiling in response.
Look, Jess, I get it. You don’t know what to do, your Dad is a colossal asshole and has always treated you like his personal plaything to mould in his image ever since Hannah left him in the lurch but you feel guilty because he’s blood. The problem is, just sitting here in the dark and dwelling on the past isn’t going to get you anywhere.
So….what is?
Growing up.
Her eyes suddenly light up and her nostrils flare as her melancholic calm suddenly erupts into a violent outburst.
Grow up!? You don’t know anything about what that man put me through, and now just because he happens to get totalled by some dumbass in a truck I have to crawl back on my hands and knees and assume my spot worshipping his feet again? Not a ****ing chance.
Really? Have you ever tried dating one of his daughters? Give that a shot and get back to me.
I’m not in the mood for jokes.
Yeah and nor am I. Your dad, for all his flaws, is just trying to protect his daughter’s from ending up like a bitter old resentful bastard like him. You don’t need to like the guy Jess, but trust me when I say this, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you sit here and just let him die without ever saying goodbye.
Verona pauses for a second, reminiscing a moment in his own past before regaining his composure and continuing.
I never got a chance to say goodbye to my parents when they were killed, I just got left with the wealth and the property, all of which felt hollow without them. No matter what he has done, deep down you know you still love him and if you don’t at least say that you’re sorry you could never get along you’re going to regret it.
Jessica stares ahead, mulling something over in her mind whilst a tear rolls down her cheek.
Go home Jess.
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Welcome to New Championship Wrestling.
Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, let’s get straight to business, namely you’re rather cruel baptism of fire.
I watched you last weekend before I went out and unceremoniously put Alex Jones on his back and I have to commend you on your victory, but there is a monumental difference between making Jobbari Woodhead tap out like a bitch and knocking me out of the Road to the Gold tournament.
You can walk in here with pompous cliché ridden nicknames like “The Man of 1000 Holds” all you want but when it boils down to it, this weekend you are going to be tossed into the fight of your life, because I am done wallowing in my self-pity and I have no compulsion to throw you a bone just because everybody expects me to beat you.
I’ve sat down exactly where you were a week ago and asked myself why I keep doing this when all I get in return is a new injury to add to the perpetual list of aches and pains which plague me on a weekly basis and I came to one simple conclusion.
I am doing this to become an icon.
I have wrestled with myself for the past two months, questioning whether it was the right thing to do when I turned my back on everything I believed in at the behest of the one person in life I trust like no other and despite the recent success of Andrew Jacobsen at Battlegrounds I stand by my decision.
Perhaps if we had crossed paths three months ago Nighthawk things would have been different, I’d have most likely respected your desire to prove yourself before asking for anything in return but now….
Now I couldn’t care less about your noble intentions.
I won’t look across the ring see a man who is worth fighting for, I will just see an obstacle that is in my way to getting what I desire more than anything in my professional life.
The NCW World Championship.
So many people have tripped over themselves to pat me on the back and congratulate me on the “easiest tie of the round” this week, but I am not naïve enough to expect you to simply lay down and take the three count. Far from it, in fact I’d argue you are the most difficult person any of us could have drawn this week because you are an unknown quality whose yet to be tested against the elite in this federation.
We all know precisely what the rest of this bracket are really capable of, yet all we know about you is that you define yourself as a “wrestling machine”.
Regardless of what you may or may not decide to call yourself, I will not be underestimating you, but neither will I be worrying too much either. I have set myself a goal and that is to stare Andrew Jacobsen in the eyes before I kick his ass and re-solidify my position as the next breakout star of NCW and there isn’t a chance in hell that I am going to fall flat on my face at the first hurdle, whether it is you or anybody else staring back at me.
I said that I’d win by any means necessary, and I proved that last week, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass that Alex Jones had his leg on the ropes and if the same thing happened again this week I couldn’t care less either.
All that matters to me is that I prove to the world that I am as damn good as I always claimed to be, being honourable is neither here nor there. If I have to scratch and claw my way through this field and exploit every loophole open to me to get a shot at the Goodie Two Shows Kelly will be playing with for the next month then I will consider it a job well done.
You might well be looking prove to the world that you can still go and to try and earn the fans respect, but this week the only thing you’re going to be doing is paying your dues.
We all have to earn out spot in the food chain and I have done more than my fair share of work to cement mine and for whatever reason the booking committee have decided to throw you the biggest bone in history. Nobody else has been able to say that their first real opportunity on live television was in the tournament that has defined many of the greatest wrestlers to have ever graced the ring.
It’s just a shame that your big chance is a futile one.
There is, however, one thing that you will learn from your endeavour this weekend and that is simply this. Roberto Verona is back. I’m done wallowing in my own mental filth like a pussy, I am done serving the interests of the biggest bunch of self-centred bastards in the universe and I am done playing games with Kelly Fox.
New Championship Wrestling is in need of a revolution, but not the one I originally envisaged. No. NCW needs a new icon to pull it out of the squalid cesspool it has chosen to rot in for the past year and a half and catapult it back to the glory days of yonder.
We all thought we had a new icon in Xander Famularo, but we were all deceived. I proved to the world that the unbeatable giant was as fallible as any other mortal man and when the Road to the Gold concludes I will go a step further and prove that the next big thing in the business has always been me.
I have no intention of sharing the spotlight with Lex Sense, Mike Laszlo or Xavier Cross.
This is my moment, and I’ll be damned if I see it taken from me by any of the 15 men Kelly has handpicked to compete for a shot at the latest flash in the pan. I’m not arrogant enough to declare that you are all beneath me, but I am realistic enough to realise that when I am at my peak, there isn’t anybody in this federation who can stop me achieving everything I set out to do.
A revolution is coming.
A new icon will be born.
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Hannah sits quietly by her mother’s side as she watches the heart rate monitor continue its weak, repetitive, sound, staring intently at her father whose face is sombre and peaceful despite the severity of his injuries. As she ponders his situation and all of the mistakes of the past for what seems the hundredth time the silence is broken by the sound of the door creaking open and to her surprise, her sister stands in the open chasm, her face white when she sees her father lying in bed, wire and tube looping around him.
Jess!?
Before she can respond she is embraced by her older sister, the pair both giving in to their emotions as tears form in their eyes.
I’m so glad you’re here.
So am I.
The pair stay quiet for a moment before Hannah sniffles her emotions back and breaks their emotional reunion momentarily.
What changed your mind?
Jessica smiles and motions her head behind her.
He did.
Hannah looks cautiously over her sister’s shoulder before spotting Roberto standing behind her in the corridor. Unable to control herself she begins to cry with happiness for the first time in days as Jessica goes to wake her mother up, leaving the couple to stand and share and awkward silence.
You look like ****.
Roberto smiles as Hannah laughs.
Thank you.
Your welcome.
She takes a step forward and wraps her arms around him, resting her head on his chest.
No, really. Thank you.
Don’t mention it Hannah, besides I got a bit tired of having a melodramatic faux-teenager cramping my style, it’s a bit of a buzzkill when you’re trying to motivate yourself.
Hannah closes her eyes and squeeze him a little harder.
I’ve missed you.
I’m here now.
Roberto kisses her softly on the forehead before a small fragment of his memory sparks to life.
What was it you needed to talk to me about anyway?
Hannah freezes before sighing quietly to herself.
Let’s talk about it later, now really isn’t the time.
Sure. Later.
Verona brushes his hand through her hair, pulling her in closer.
Can you promise me something?
Sure, anything.
Next time you run off crying, let me know what’s wrong.
She smiles.
I’ll try my best, but only if you tell me how the hell you managed to get Jess to come down here.
Well, originally I thought it may require duct tape and chloroform, but it seems the slapping her with a dose of reality route works pretty well too.
Hannah laughs before turning as her mother politely summons her back into the room, leaving Verona standing alone outside.
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Hannah sits quietly by her mother’s side as she watches the heart rate monitor continue its weak, repetitive, sound, staring intently at her father whose face is sombre and peaceful despite the severity of his injuries. As she ponders his situation and all of the mistakes of the past for what seems the hundredth time the silence is broken by the sound of the door creaking open and to her surprise, her sister stands in the open chasm, her face white when she sees her father lying in bed, wire and tube looping around him.
Jess!?
Before she can respond she is embraced by her older sister, the pair both giving in to their emotions as tears form in their eyes.
I’m so glad you’re here.
So am I.
The pair stay quiet for a moment before Hannah sniffles her emotions back and breaks their emotional reunion momentarily.
What changed your mind?
Jessica smiles and motions her head behind her.
He did.
Hannah looks cautiously over her sister’s shoulder before spotting Roberto standing behind her in the corridor. Unable to control herself she begins to cry with happiness for the first time in days as Jessica goes to wake her mother up, leaving the couple to stand and share and awkward silence.
You look like ****.
Roberto smiles as Hannah laughs.
Thank you.
Your welcome.
She takes a step forward and wraps her arms around him, resting her head on his chest.
No, really. Thank you.
Don’t mention it Hannah, besides I got a bit tired of having a melodramatic faux-teenager cramping my style, it’s a bit of a buzzkill when you’re trying to motivate yourself.
Hannah closes her eyes and squeeze him a little harder.
I’ve missed you.
I’m here now.
Roberto kisses her softly on the forehead before a small fragment of his memory sparks to life.
What was it you needed to talk to me about anyway?
Hannah freezes before sighing quietly to herself.
Let’s talk about it later, now really isn’t the time.
Sure. Later.
Verona brushes his hand through her hair, pulling her in closer.
Can you promise me something?
Sure, anything.
Next time you run off crying, let me know what’s wrong.
She smiles.
I’ll try my best, but only if you tell me how the hell you managed to get Jess to come down here.
Well, originally I thought it may require duct tape and chloroform, but it seems the slapping her with a dose of reality route works pretty well too.
Hannah laughs before turning as her mother politely summons her back into the room, leaving Verona standing alone outside.
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Congratulations Andrew Jacobsen.
You did exactly what you promised you’d do and that was to take the belt away from Homeless Harold II : The Ego Cometh. I have to admit I never thought I’d see the day that you would be the NCW World Champion, but hey, I never thought I’d have to suffer 3 months of a Todd William’s title reign either.
However, with great achievement comes great responsibility.
You now have a target on your back and sixteen sets of eyes directed straight at you and whilst everybody else will be too busy concentrating on the games of one-upmanship with each other let me make one thing perfectly clear to you.
I have one goal, and that is to be stood in the ring with you in a month’s time at Road to the Gold.
I do not accept any other eventuality because if I am not stood in that ring with you, I will have truly failed. Everyone can be afford a moment of reflection where they plod along picking up indifferent results but nobody with any self-respect can look in the mirror after getting their mind set back to exactly where it should be and accept that it wasn’t enough.
You have what I want and as far as I am concerned nothing else in the world could replace an opportunity to deprive you of that belt.
This tournament will be hell and every single one of the four rounds it will take to get to you will be the biggest test of half the roster’s careers but ultimately it will all be worth it if we get the chance to become the next NCW World Champion.
Whilst is may be Kelly’s worst nightmare to contemplate a World Title match containing the two of us we both know that you’re not the sort of man to shy away from a challenge, and both of us remain the only two men who were capable enough to climbing NCW’s biggest peak.
I know how much it takes to put Xander Famularo down for a three count and until Battlegrounds I was confident that I was the only man who had it in him to accomplish that task, but you proved otherwise. Now…
Now I have to prove to myself that I am the best of the pair of us.
Whilst some men will be content with mocking you and declaring your reign as merely a temporary one before they saunter their way through the field of competitors to earn their shot at their unavoidable victory let me make this 100% clear.
You are no less of a champion than anybody else who has been draped with that belt this year.
My eyes are set firmly on you Andrew, and I don’t care if it makes me arrogant, but I have every intention of occupying that ring with you and I promise you the biggest match of your career. I don’t care who I have got to go through, I will do everything to ensure our date with destiny.
No matter what it takes.