Post by Adam Knite on Dec 1, 2012 11:10:56 GMT -6
Really Nathan Webb? That’s what we’ve resorted to here?
Homophobic name calling?
You have nothing more than some childish name calling and whining about the big bad bully who has been picking on you?
I once thought you were good man Webb. You stood behind Kelly as you encouraged her to make her own choices, you watched as she battled with herself on weither she should side with the Hierarchy or not. You were there hoisting her on your shoulders after she beat my sister to put away any ideas of her turning tide against the company she now owned and now look at what you’ve been reduced to. Look how far you have fallen. You run away with your tail between your legs for several months... come back and put on this show, showing everybody what type of person you really are, showing the world that you’re just a pathetic human being hiding behind his ridiculous comments.
You’ve become nothing but common street trash, an old McRib box that has been run over until it’s been crushed, smashed, and dragged to pieces, mixing in with the filth and grime. We can still see what you used to be, the greatness that you once had inside of you, but just barely. It only reminds us how sad we are to see that you’re not that anymore, how sad we are to see that you no longer mean anything to world. You were once special, you once had fire and soul, you once were a man who stood up and fought with pride and honor, but now you’re acting like a throw away character from an American Pie movie. Now you’re just part of the ordinary rabble, hardly worth the time of a king.
Kings don’t mix with the common rift raft, Webb. They don’t mingle in with the lowlife nobodies living in the gutters and begging for shoes on the street corners. You want me to take you seriously? You want me to view you as a true threat, as a person of great interest to me? Then you need to rise out of that sewer, clean yourself off and start acting like a person with some common decency for once. You want to get on my level, and be viewed as a wrestler that is in the top tier of this company, then you need to step away from the kiddie games you’re playing and start acting like a man who wants to be fight for his beliefs, act like a man who wants to be the best, act like a man who has what it takes to be a king.
Look at Roberto Verona, Webb. You want to know why that man is standing there with the world title over his shoulder? It’s because he has the makings of something great. Would you seem him blending in with the street trash, would you see him amongst the rats scurrying through their own waste matter? No. He knows how to present himself as the next king, he knows how to carry himself like a winner, instead of like some little twerp on the playground throwing sticking bugs in the pretty girls’ hair.
I can’t respect you, I can’t respect the person that I’ve seen you become in front of my eyes. You’ve fallen from this pedestal of hope I had for you, and are sitting there in amongst the lowest life on this planet, acting like it’s just where you need to be. Acting like I’m the scum, I’m the garbage, acting like a man of my stature and greatness... Hall of Fame, Former World champion.... is the one who is beneath your feet. That’s adorable... but misguided and wrong. I have no more of the feelings I used to get when I watched you in the ring Webb... no more of those gut instincts telling me that you were destined for greatness, those instincts telling me that you were the future here.... all I see now is just some beat up, petty man who no longer has any grip on reality or how the world works.
Even when you were at the top of your game Webb, it was a stretch to think that you were my equal, even when you had the brightest future shining for everybody to see, it was still a very off chance that you would be able to call yourself a talent on my level. Now look at you. You’ve been dragged through the street, beaten by life, ravaged by the world. You’re a shell of what you once were, you’re a joke... You view yourself eating from a golden spoon at the head of the table looking down at everybody beneath you, but in reality you’re standing in front of a burning barrel roasting an old boot. Digging through a trash can hoping to find the half eaten sub sandwich you saw some 13 year old kid throw in there. You’re not amongst the elite eating suckling pig, you’re with people who can scarcely be called human anymore, eating what can scarcely be classified as food.
You’re fighting a fool’s fight now Webb. There is nothing you can do to stop what we’re done or change what we’ve done. We’ve set NCW on the path to success, we’ve changed the entire culture of this company in one quick swoop. One BS, fluke title reign by Andrew Jacobsen isn’t going to change that. One “revolution” by some miserable shell of a man who can’t let go of the past isn’t going to change that... there is literally nothing you can do.
You’re just running around in circles.
You’re just yelling at the top of your lungs....
and you’re making a mockery of yourself in doing so with your childish banter.
You will never be on my level with an attitude like that.... you’ll never stand toe to toe with me as an equal... I’m a king... and you’re just a lowly peasant.
Deal with it.
[Adam touches the small of his wife’s back with his bare, the sudden surprise of him tracing his fingers down the tribel AoV tramp stamp that is there sends her shooting up in a quick surprise. She spins around and slaps him on the upper arm while smiling, obviously she was caught off guard and now playfully attacks him back.]
Kelly: I didn’t think you’d be home this early.
Adam: I told the trainees to call it a night and go home early.
Kelly: Why would you do that?
[Kelly isn’t stupid, she knows why he’s here and she grins coyly at him. Adam puts his hands on her hips and pulls her close to him before he kisses her on the forehead.]
Adam: Well you’re not at the office tonight and we’ve been so busy working on NCW lately that I figured we could have a night for ourselves.
Kelly: Well let Ryleigh go to bed first.... and then it’ll be just you and me.
Adam: Hold that thought...
[Adam turns around and reaches behind him where the kitchen bar is, and where the telephone sits. He picks up the phone and begins to hit some numbers, but Kelly pulls the cordless device from his hand and stares at him confused.]
Kelly: What are you doing?
Adam: Calling Verona, so he can come over and join in.... gotta suc...
[Kelly laughs and punches her husband in the chest who steps back acting shocked before she puts the phone down on the tabled and walks towards him. She presses herself against him and the two embrace.]
Kelly: Hey, don’t go trying to give any kind of credibility to the stupid **** Nathan Webb says now.
Adam: What can I say... gotta live up to the reputation.
Kelly: You can do that by beating him... and shutting him up.
[Kelly playfully mock slaps Adam on the cheek, the two smile at each other before they slowly kiss and we fade to black on that sight. Where Adam is totally not fellating another dude while he has a beautiful and successful wife, because I mean really... who does that?]
Homophobic name calling?
You have nothing more than some childish name calling and whining about the big bad bully who has been picking on you?
I once thought you were good man Webb. You stood behind Kelly as you encouraged her to make her own choices, you watched as she battled with herself on weither she should side with the Hierarchy or not. You were there hoisting her on your shoulders after she beat my sister to put away any ideas of her turning tide against the company she now owned and now look at what you’ve been reduced to. Look how far you have fallen. You run away with your tail between your legs for several months... come back and put on this show, showing everybody what type of person you really are, showing the world that you’re just a pathetic human being hiding behind his ridiculous comments.
You’ve become nothing but common street trash, an old McRib box that has been run over until it’s been crushed, smashed, and dragged to pieces, mixing in with the filth and grime. We can still see what you used to be, the greatness that you once had inside of you, but just barely. It only reminds us how sad we are to see that you’re not that anymore, how sad we are to see that you no longer mean anything to world. You were once special, you once had fire and soul, you once were a man who stood up and fought with pride and honor, but now you’re acting like a throw away character from an American Pie movie. Now you’re just part of the ordinary rabble, hardly worth the time of a king.
Kings don’t mix with the common rift raft, Webb. They don’t mingle in with the lowlife nobodies living in the gutters and begging for shoes on the street corners. You want me to take you seriously? You want me to view you as a true threat, as a person of great interest to me? Then you need to rise out of that sewer, clean yourself off and start acting like a person with some common decency for once. You want to get on my level, and be viewed as a wrestler that is in the top tier of this company, then you need to step away from the kiddie games you’re playing and start acting like a man who wants to be fight for his beliefs, act like a man who wants to be the best, act like a man who has what it takes to be a king.
Look at Roberto Verona, Webb. You want to know why that man is standing there with the world title over his shoulder? It’s because he has the makings of something great. Would you seem him blending in with the street trash, would you see him amongst the rats scurrying through their own waste matter? No. He knows how to present himself as the next king, he knows how to carry himself like a winner, instead of like some little twerp on the playground throwing sticking bugs in the pretty girls’ hair.
I can’t respect you, I can’t respect the person that I’ve seen you become in front of my eyes. You’ve fallen from this pedestal of hope I had for you, and are sitting there in amongst the lowest life on this planet, acting like it’s just where you need to be. Acting like I’m the scum, I’m the garbage, acting like a man of my stature and greatness... Hall of Fame, Former World champion.... is the one who is beneath your feet. That’s adorable... but misguided and wrong. I have no more of the feelings I used to get when I watched you in the ring Webb... no more of those gut instincts telling me that you were destined for greatness, those instincts telling me that you were the future here.... all I see now is just some beat up, petty man who no longer has any grip on reality or how the world works.
Even when you were at the top of your game Webb, it was a stretch to think that you were my equal, even when you had the brightest future shining for everybody to see, it was still a very off chance that you would be able to call yourself a talent on my level. Now look at you. You’ve been dragged through the street, beaten by life, ravaged by the world. You’re a shell of what you once were, you’re a joke... You view yourself eating from a golden spoon at the head of the table looking down at everybody beneath you, but in reality you’re standing in front of a burning barrel roasting an old boot. Digging through a trash can hoping to find the half eaten sub sandwich you saw some 13 year old kid throw in there. You’re not amongst the elite eating suckling pig, you’re with people who can scarcely be called human anymore, eating what can scarcely be classified as food.
You’re fighting a fool’s fight now Webb. There is nothing you can do to stop what we’re done or change what we’ve done. We’ve set NCW on the path to success, we’ve changed the entire culture of this company in one quick swoop. One BS, fluke title reign by Andrew Jacobsen isn’t going to change that. One “revolution” by some miserable shell of a man who can’t let go of the past isn’t going to change that... there is literally nothing you can do.
You’re just running around in circles.
You’re just yelling at the top of your lungs....
and you’re making a mockery of yourself in doing so with your childish banter.
You will never be on my level with an attitude like that.... you’ll never stand toe to toe with me as an equal... I’m a king... and you’re just a lowly peasant.
Deal with it.
[Adam touches the small of his wife’s back with his bare, the sudden surprise of him tracing his fingers down the tribel AoV tramp stamp that is there sends her shooting up in a quick surprise. She spins around and slaps him on the upper arm while smiling, obviously she was caught off guard and now playfully attacks him back.]
Kelly: I didn’t think you’d be home this early.
Adam: I told the trainees to call it a night and go home early.
Kelly: Why would you do that?
[Kelly isn’t stupid, she knows why he’s here and she grins coyly at him. Adam puts his hands on her hips and pulls her close to him before he kisses her on the forehead.]
Adam: Well you’re not at the office tonight and we’ve been so busy working on NCW lately that I figured we could have a night for ourselves.
Kelly: Well let Ryleigh go to bed first.... and then it’ll be just you and me.
Adam: Hold that thought...
[Adam turns around and reaches behind him where the kitchen bar is, and where the telephone sits. He picks up the phone and begins to hit some numbers, but Kelly pulls the cordless device from his hand and stares at him confused.]
Kelly: What are you doing?
Adam: Calling Verona, so he can come over and join in.... gotta suc...
[Kelly laughs and punches her husband in the chest who steps back acting shocked before she puts the phone down on the tabled and walks towards him. She presses herself against him and the two embrace.]
Kelly: Hey, don’t go trying to give any kind of credibility to the stupid **** Nathan Webb says now.
Adam: What can I say... gotta live up to the reputation.
Kelly: You can do that by beating him... and shutting him up.
[Kelly playfully mock slaps Adam on the cheek, the two smile at each other before they slowly kiss and we fade to black on that sight. Where Adam is totally not fellating another dude while he has a beautiful and successful wife, because I mean really... who does that?]
