Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2013 11:03:16 GMT -6
There was once a great linguistic wordsmith from the “Fresh” Princedom of Bel Air who once famously declared…
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Boom.
Everybody claimed that I had a part to play in the renaissance of Lex Sense, that I recruited him to perpetuate my dastardly plan to deny Mike Laszlo his “rightful” reign as the NCW World Champion. Are you morons happy enough now? Does the fact that despite retaining my belt like I said I would I was laid out by that twenty foot freak like some cheap whore on a stag night illustrate that I never had anything to do with hiring this volatile giant?
Heaven forbid that you would have to admit that perhaps, I was right all along.
Was I quite happy to feast on the spoils of Lex’s rage towards Mike Laszlo and anybody else who stood in my way? Sure. I mean hell, who wouldn’t exploit that situation if they had it presented to them, there is no honour left in professional wrestling no matter how much guys like Andrew Jacobsen and Todd Williams walk out there with a big smile painted on their faces.
Does that mean I deserved my fate?
Perhaps, but then I always expected to get my fingers burnt by this whole affair, but I don’t deserve to be made an example of by some towering degenerate for having the pure audacity to expect some obedience from a man who is supposed to be working for my partner, Kelly Fox.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have silky smooth blonde hair, perhaps it is because my lips don’t make Lex actually feel something stirring deep in his loins or maybe it is because I can’t just flash a little leg to get what I need from him, but ultimately it has been quite clear to me for some time that I could never trust this man to do what is right for the company.
Lex Sense is all about what is best for Lex Sense, which probably shouldn’t come as a surprise.
He is indicative of 99% of the roster who may publically project an image of giving a crap about other people but deep down all they want is their day in the spotlight to flash their wares and trot out a list of their accomplishment so the mindless fools in the crowd clap like seals and the rookies all stand in awe of their presence.
Mark my words, Lex, you became a problem at Mind Games.
Under my administration, problems do no go unresolved. You may be proud of yourself for getting a little cheap shot in on me but I am no mere Mike Laszlo, I won’t stand here and whine like a bitch about getting back at you.
I will get to you.
And you’ll learn to regret putting your hands on me. You can’t poke the alpha lion and not expect to get your face torn off. So count the minutes Sense, because your time here is done, the moment you put your hands on me was the moment that you sealed your own fate. You might think that you are under the protection of Kelly Fox…
But you’re wrong.
Kelly Fox will protect what is more valuable to her and whilst she may allow you to act without consequence, she will not step in my way when it comes to making an example of what happens to men who stick their noses into my business. She knows which side her bread is buttered on and the grass sure as hell isn’t greener siding with you. When her support for you wanes, what will you do?
Alas, I feel I’ve dedicated too much time to you though Lex, when it is so apparent to me I must extend a commiserative hand to the biggest loser from this whole sorry affair.
The man who, even when he wins, he can’t catch a break.
So, congratulations Mike, you managed to beat me. By being punched in the face. Bask in that glory for as long as you wish Laszlo, but I did exactly what I said I would do. I walked into Mind Games World Champion and I walked right back out as World Champion.
Victory on a technicality doesn’t change that.
Now you can get back into the bitter and scorned line that is forming to try and get a shot at me, maybe you could start a union with Alex “I went for a lesser belt but could totally have taken the big one” Jones? Either way, you can go back to where ever you came from full of…I guess….pride?
No, that isn’t the right word.
Regret. Yes. That’s better. You were one legal pinfall or submission away from becoming NCW World Champion….but you just didn’t have it in you to do it. You needed to rile up a bear to get a technical score victory over me because you just didn’t have the ability to get the job done properly, enjoy living with that.
I will enjoy carrying on my title reign just as a prophesised weeks ago.
I don’t doubt that our paths may cross again Mike, in fact I am pretty sure they will, you’ve demonstrated a vast improvement in that ring, ironically the man who beat me is nowhere near as good as the man who I’ve vanquished three times in a row. I may mock you Laszlo, but I will give you some credit.
You’ve proven you can play in the main event.
You’ve just not proven you’re in my league yet. Technically. Mentally. Charismatically. I surpass you in every category, but it is nothing to be ashamed of. I am better than everybody in New Championship Wrestling, bar a very, very, select group.
Maybe next time will be your time.
But not whilst I am holding this gold.
Oh fantastic, a match with the man who in any other walk of life would have been issued a restraining order by now. I can hardly contain my delight at having to listen to whatever anti-Verona diatribe you’re going to trot out this week….like every other week….but hey, at least it is relevant, right Peter Parker?
Honestly Nathan, you flat out confuse me.
You contradict yourself so often I wonder if you aren’t just a chain smoking parody of Ron Burgundy, sitting in your armchair in your office full of rich mahogany. The only problem is, he was likeable, and you just really aren’t.
All I ever hear from you is about how I am a liar, a snake or some other derogatory term but yet, you never quantify this belief with cold, hard facts, which is ironic when you call yourself the “cold spider”. It’s just some buzzwords amongst a bile fuelled rant, so how about you do me a favour Webby, why don’t you finally explain to the world just why I am so evil.
When I was good, you hated me. When I am bad, you still hate me. Why?
You keep ranting on about how terrible me and Kelly Fox are, but you offer nothing to prove these accusations. You want a fair, level playing field, but when I work towards that and actually do something about it, all you can retort with is I am disingenuous and clearly up to something because all I care about is myself.
So I am going to give you an opportunity to truly prove me wrong, Nathan. I bring to you my official manifesto for New Championship Wrestling, if you could please dissect this and illustrate just why I am a devious cad I would be most grateful. It is time to put up, or shut up.
I could go on Nathan, but I think that is enough for you to sink your teeth into. If you would like to highlight where I am going wrong, or how I am exploiting you all or doing everything purely for myself, I’d love to hear your feedback.
I’d be delighted to know why because I think this company should reward the talents and protect the health of performers I am the human embodiment of Satan and Hitler’s lovechild. I’ll squeal with glee if you can tell me why I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing for feeling that nobody should be allowed to swan in here and live of their past accomplishments. I will actually cook you a full course meal and allow you to have sex with my girlfriend if you can explain to me why placing the enjoyment of our customers over the wealth of our performers is somehow a terrible evil on par with genocide.
You’re a mark, Webb.
You’ve bought into the kayfabe notion that I am some malevolent force out to screw you all and reap the spoils for myself. You ignore the fact that I was filthy rich before I walked into this company, I have the woman I have always loved by my side and I have accomplished more than enough in this life to be satisfied. What do I have to gain by pretending to be nice and then stabbing you all in the back?
I have much more class than the rest of you, I don’t leech off power and then screw the vessel through which I achieved all my success.
I have achieved everything in my career by myself, I have never screwed anybody to accomplish it either. I won this belt fair and square, I won the Road to the Gold fair and square, I won the National title fair and square, I won the X-Championship fair and square, I beat Xander fair and square…
Notice the pattern, Nathan?
You like to pain me as a monster because it justifies your futile campaign against Kelly Fox. Accepting that perhaps I am not as bad as you think erodes your entire gimmick and leaves you as an empty man with nothing to fight for, even if you’re going to lose ultimately anyway. I am not the fake Webb, you are.
You’re not a rebel, you’re not a bad ass fighting for what is right.
You’re a little man with no self-esteem who projects his complete failures on others to justify his existence to a bunch of sheep who will cheer anybody who insults the “baddies”.
This weekend history will repeat itself; you will go on about how horrible I am, I will walk down to the ring and beat you, again, and then our paths won’t cross for a few months until I squash you like the worthless excuse for a man that you are. We can keep repeating this vicious cycle if you want Nathan.
I have no complaints about crushing your dreams whenever you think you’re finally on the road to success. Maybe it is time to do yourself a favour though, take your mentally unstable sidekick and enjoy your life. Not everything has to be so serious and not all of us are evil that you must vanquish.
It’s too short to be bitter and chase dreams you can never achieve.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Boom.
Everybody claimed that I had a part to play in the renaissance of Lex Sense, that I recruited him to perpetuate my dastardly plan to deny Mike Laszlo his “rightful” reign as the NCW World Champion. Are you morons happy enough now? Does the fact that despite retaining my belt like I said I would I was laid out by that twenty foot freak like some cheap whore on a stag night illustrate that I never had anything to do with hiring this volatile giant?
Heaven forbid that you would have to admit that perhaps, I was right all along.
Was I quite happy to feast on the spoils of Lex’s rage towards Mike Laszlo and anybody else who stood in my way? Sure. I mean hell, who wouldn’t exploit that situation if they had it presented to them, there is no honour left in professional wrestling no matter how much guys like Andrew Jacobsen and Todd Williams walk out there with a big smile painted on their faces.
Does that mean I deserved my fate?
Perhaps, but then I always expected to get my fingers burnt by this whole affair, but I don’t deserve to be made an example of by some towering degenerate for having the pure audacity to expect some obedience from a man who is supposed to be working for my partner, Kelly Fox.
Maybe it’s because I don’t have silky smooth blonde hair, perhaps it is because my lips don’t make Lex actually feel something stirring deep in his loins or maybe it is because I can’t just flash a little leg to get what I need from him, but ultimately it has been quite clear to me for some time that I could never trust this man to do what is right for the company.
Lex Sense is all about what is best for Lex Sense, which probably shouldn’t come as a surprise.
He is indicative of 99% of the roster who may publically project an image of giving a crap about other people but deep down all they want is their day in the spotlight to flash their wares and trot out a list of their accomplishment so the mindless fools in the crowd clap like seals and the rookies all stand in awe of their presence.
Mark my words, Lex, you became a problem at Mind Games.
Under my administration, problems do no go unresolved. You may be proud of yourself for getting a little cheap shot in on me but I am no mere Mike Laszlo, I won’t stand here and whine like a bitch about getting back at you.
I will get to you.
And you’ll learn to regret putting your hands on me. You can’t poke the alpha lion and not expect to get your face torn off. So count the minutes Sense, because your time here is done, the moment you put your hands on me was the moment that you sealed your own fate. You might think that you are under the protection of Kelly Fox…
But you’re wrong.
Kelly Fox will protect what is more valuable to her and whilst she may allow you to act without consequence, she will not step in my way when it comes to making an example of what happens to men who stick their noses into my business. She knows which side her bread is buttered on and the grass sure as hell isn’t greener siding with you. When her support for you wanes, what will you do?
Alas, I feel I’ve dedicated too much time to you though Lex, when it is so apparent to me I must extend a commiserative hand to the biggest loser from this whole sorry affair.
The man who, even when he wins, he can’t catch a break.
So, congratulations Mike, you managed to beat me. By being punched in the face. Bask in that glory for as long as you wish Laszlo, but I did exactly what I said I would do. I walked into Mind Games World Champion and I walked right back out as World Champion.
Victory on a technicality doesn’t change that.
Now you can get back into the bitter and scorned line that is forming to try and get a shot at me, maybe you could start a union with Alex “I went for a lesser belt but could totally have taken the big one” Jones? Either way, you can go back to where ever you came from full of…I guess….pride?
No, that isn’t the right word.
Regret. Yes. That’s better. You were one legal pinfall or submission away from becoming NCW World Champion….but you just didn’t have it in you to do it. You needed to rile up a bear to get a technical score victory over me because you just didn’t have the ability to get the job done properly, enjoy living with that.
I will enjoy carrying on my title reign just as a prophesised weeks ago.
I don’t doubt that our paths may cross again Mike, in fact I am pretty sure they will, you’ve demonstrated a vast improvement in that ring, ironically the man who beat me is nowhere near as good as the man who I’ve vanquished three times in a row. I may mock you Laszlo, but I will give you some credit.
You’ve proven you can play in the main event.
You’ve just not proven you’re in my league yet. Technically. Mentally. Charismatically. I surpass you in every category, but it is nothing to be ashamed of. I am better than everybody in New Championship Wrestling, bar a very, very, select group.
Maybe next time will be your time.
But not whilst I am holding this gold.
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A great sound, wrapped in fury, can be heard crashing in the backstage area of the Mind Games set, numerous items flying out from behind a stack of equipment as NCW staff make a hasty retreat. A guttural scream echoes through the corridor as Roberto Verona can be seen throwing his fists into the set, blood trickling down his knuckle as he grabs any item nearby, tossing it across the room whilst Hannah Reed does her best to avoid being struck by the projectiles. Suddenly Verona stops, turning, his nostrils flaring as his face is awash with pure anger, the veins on his head protruding as he pants furiously.
I’ll kill him!
Verona turns and lays another punch into the set.
I told everyone, he couldn’t be trusted, he was putting his nose in business that didn’t concern him, but did they listen!?
Verona turns back around, still visibly irritated.
Did they? Did they hell! I am not some joke who can be manhandled like I don’t matter. He is going to pay for this.
Suddenly he grabs his hair in his fists and turns, screaming loudly
Argh!
Hannah, seizing the moment, interjects, grabbing Verona.
Roberto! Please, calm down! Everybody is looking!
Who cares what these people think? They don’t matter, they didn’t just get planted in front of millions of people and made to look like an idiot!
Shouting about it won’t do anything! What was the last thing you told Jessica? You can’t let people get under your skin in this business or else they already have the advantage. Please…..calm down.
Roberto almost responds angrily….but he begins to calm himself down, slump up against some of the equipment, breathing heavily. Hannah loosens her grip, rubbing his shoulder affectionately.
You’re right…..but still….I told Kelly this would happen, but did she listen?
She thought she had everything under control, up until now Lex has done everything he has been told to do.
She was playing with fire, Lex was always going to go rogue when he got something in his sights, regardless of whether it deviates from Kelly’s wishes….. unless she ordered him to take me out….
A look of concern writes itself across Hannah’s face as she ponders to herself.
She wouldn’t do that….
Wouldn’t she?
No! We have a contract, she can’t break that without severe consequences. I know you two have had a rocky relationship, but she knows you’re the best solution for helping her achieve her ambitions, she might not stop Lex, but she won’t have had a hand in this….Lex is a monster, he will break man because it simply amuses him.
Letting him destroy everything will not help our goals.
Then it is up to you to protect all of your work. She gave you permission to deal with Lex if you had to, so now you need to deal with him.
Roberto laughs to himself under his breath
Oh, I will, don’t you worry about that. I will not watch everything crumble because Lex Sense suddenly wants a world title run.
Hannah takes a step back.
Look…you concentrate on this problem and I will have a word with Kelly, just to remind her of her obligations. She won’t respond to ranting and raving and we need to keep her on side as much as she needs to keep us sweet, let me handle her.
If you insist.
I do, this is a time for diplomacy not a knee jerk reaction, we’ve worked too hard to mess this all up and it is exactly what Lex wants.
Verona smiles and looks up at Hannah.
You’re right….as usual.
Hey don’t hate the player, hate the game.
Go handle Kelly, I don’t care if she’s upset about losing to Syd….Zeld…whatever the hell she calls herself these days. This is too important to let slip.
I’m on it, go calm down and think about your next step carefully. You need to get back on the front foot as quickly as possible, we can’t let Lex get a stranglehold in or we could lose everything.
Don’t worry, I saw this coming, plans are in place. Lex has signed his own death warrant and everybody will suffer for it. This is about the title, this is about ensuring my reforms are carried out unopposed.
And they will be. Lex is a threat, but you’ve climbed bigger mountains and you’ll come out on top this time too, don’t let him win the mind games. He got his shock in tonight, but now we need to respond calmly and effectively. Leave the anger to men like Laszlo.
I will do my best…
Make sure you do, we both know your best is more than good enough. I’ll let Jake know you need to see him.
Tell him to meet me somewhere private, I don’t want any prying ears picking up what is about to come. It is paramount we strike back with complete secrecy.
Noted. Now, go clean up, I don’t want you getting any blood on my car upholstery.
Nice to know you have your priorities in order.
Hey, don’t you remember how much this car cost you?
Hannah winks, trying to make Verona laugh before turning to leave him, clutching his neck in pain as the effects of Lex’s attack are still very much making themselves known.
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A great sound, wrapped in fury, can be heard crashing in the backstage area of the Mind Games set, numerous items flying out from behind a stack of equipment as NCW staff make a hasty retreat. A guttural scream echoes through the corridor as Roberto Verona can be seen throwing his fists into the set, blood trickling down his knuckle as he grabs any item nearby, tossing it across the room whilst Hannah Reed does her best to avoid being struck by the projectiles. Suddenly Verona stops, turning, his nostrils flaring as his face is awash with pure anger, the veins on his head protruding as he pants furiously.
I’ll kill him!
Verona turns and lays another punch into the set.
I told everyone, he couldn’t be trusted, he was putting his nose in business that didn’t concern him, but did they listen!?
Verona turns back around, still visibly irritated.
Did they? Did they hell! I am not some joke who can be manhandled like I don’t matter. He is going to pay for this.
Suddenly he grabs his hair in his fists and turns, screaming loudly
Argh!
Hannah, seizing the moment, interjects, grabbing Verona.
Roberto! Please, calm down! Everybody is looking!
Who cares what these people think? They don’t matter, they didn’t just get planted in front of millions of people and made to look like an idiot!
Shouting about it won’t do anything! What was the last thing you told Jessica? You can’t let people get under your skin in this business or else they already have the advantage. Please…..calm down.
Roberto almost responds angrily….but he begins to calm himself down, slump up against some of the equipment, breathing heavily. Hannah loosens her grip, rubbing his shoulder affectionately.
You’re right…..but still….I told Kelly this would happen, but did she listen?
She thought she had everything under control, up until now Lex has done everything he has been told to do.
She was playing with fire, Lex was always going to go rogue when he got something in his sights, regardless of whether it deviates from Kelly’s wishes….. unless she ordered him to take me out….
A look of concern writes itself across Hannah’s face as she ponders to herself.
She wouldn’t do that….
Wouldn’t she?
No! We have a contract, she can’t break that without severe consequences. I know you two have had a rocky relationship, but she knows you’re the best solution for helping her achieve her ambitions, she might not stop Lex, but she won’t have had a hand in this….Lex is a monster, he will break man because it simply amuses him.
Letting him destroy everything will not help our goals.
Then it is up to you to protect all of your work. She gave you permission to deal with Lex if you had to, so now you need to deal with him.
Roberto laughs to himself under his breath
Oh, I will, don’t you worry about that. I will not watch everything crumble because Lex Sense suddenly wants a world title run.
Hannah takes a step back.
Look…you concentrate on this problem and I will have a word with Kelly, just to remind her of her obligations. She won’t respond to ranting and raving and we need to keep her on side as much as she needs to keep us sweet, let me handle her.
If you insist.
I do, this is a time for diplomacy not a knee jerk reaction, we’ve worked too hard to mess this all up and it is exactly what Lex wants.
Verona smiles and looks up at Hannah.
You’re right….as usual.
Hey don’t hate the player, hate the game.
Go handle Kelly, I don’t care if she’s upset about losing to Syd….Zeld…whatever the hell she calls herself these days. This is too important to let slip.
I’m on it, go calm down and think about your next step carefully. You need to get back on the front foot as quickly as possible, we can’t let Lex get a stranglehold in or we could lose everything.
Don’t worry, I saw this coming, plans are in place. Lex has signed his own death warrant and everybody will suffer for it. This is about the title, this is about ensuring my reforms are carried out unopposed.
And they will be. Lex is a threat, but you’ve climbed bigger mountains and you’ll come out on top this time too, don’t let him win the mind games. He got his shock in tonight, but now we need to respond calmly and effectively. Leave the anger to men like Laszlo.
I will do my best…
Make sure you do, we both know your best is more than good enough. I’ll let Jake know you need to see him.
Tell him to meet me somewhere private, I don’t want any prying ears picking up what is about to come. It is paramount we strike back with complete secrecy.
Noted. Now, go clean up, I don’t want you getting any blood on my car upholstery.
Nice to know you have your priorities in order.
Hey, don’t you remember how much this car cost you?
Hannah winks, trying to make Verona laugh before turning to leave him, clutching his neck in pain as the effects of Lex’s attack are still very much making themselves known.
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Oh fantastic, a match with the man who in any other walk of life would have been issued a restraining order by now. I can hardly contain my delight at having to listen to whatever anti-Verona diatribe you’re going to trot out this week….like every other week….but hey, at least it is relevant, right Peter Parker?
Honestly Nathan, you flat out confuse me.
You contradict yourself so often I wonder if you aren’t just a chain smoking parody of Ron Burgundy, sitting in your armchair in your office full of rich mahogany. The only problem is, he was likeable, and you just really aren’t.
All I ever hear from you is about how I am a liar, a snake or some other derogatory term but yet, you never quantify this belief with cold, hard facts, which is ironic when you call yourself the “cold spider”. It’s just some buzzwords amongst a bile fuelled rant, so how about you do me a favour Webby, why don’t you finally explain to the world just why I am so evil.
When I was good, you hated me. When I am bad, you still hate me. Why?
You keep ranting on about how terrible me and Kelly Fox are, but you offer nothing to prove these accusations. You want a fair, level playing field, but when I work towards that and actually do something about it, all you can retort with is I am disingenuous and clearly up to something because all I care about is myself.
So I am going to give you an opportunity to truly prove me wrong, Nathan. I bring to you my official manifesto for New Championship Wrestling, if you could please dissect this and illustrate just why I am a devious cad I would be most grateful. It is time to put up, or shut up.
Number One : Opportunity should be presented to employees based on talent. Title shots shouldn’t be monopolised by an elite group who do little to justify their position as permanent contenders regardless of form, ability or genuine talent. The cream should be allowed to rise to the top without the need for tournaments to facilitate this opportunity.
Number Two : Entertainment should be paramount. Whilst our audience may be mouth breathers, they are our mouth breathers. They should be provided with first class entertainment over two charisma vacuums holding each other in furious embrace for 50 minutes for internet virgins. The ability to entertain through in ring ability and oratorical ability on the microphone should be rewarded in line with the correct treatment of talented employees.
Number Three : Nobody should be pushed into the spotlight based on their name alone. If an icon has failed to justify their spot on the roster, they should not be rewarded because of a nostalgic urge to repeat history and juice the last vestiges of pleasure from a performer’s past achievements.
Number Four : All employees should be paid with a performance based contract. If a performer decides to make little effort for months, their pay packet should reflect this whilst those who push themselves to the very peak of their abilities should be rewarded financially for their efforts to encourage others to continually improve themselves under our employment.
Number Five : Performers health is to never be treated as an afterthought. Wrestlers are willing to put their bodies through tremendous punishment for the fans and to pursue their ambitions, this is a personal choice. However, it is our responsibility to pay for any healthcare requirements that arise directly from an employee’s work within New Championship Wrestling, this includes mental support even after a performer has retired for any ailments directly attributable to their time as a performer for New Championship Wrestling
Number Six : No fan should be priced out of supporting this company. Ticket prices must be kept at a reasonable rate to allow access to all who wish to follow this company and support its employees. Merchandise should be priced fairly to prevent parents being priced out of satisfying their children’s desire to idolise any of our performers.
[/color]Number Two : Entertainment should be paramount. Whilst our audience may be mouth breathers, they are our mouth breathers. They should be provided with first class entertainment over two charisma vacuums holding each other in furious embrace for 50 minutes for internet virgins. The ability to entertain through in ring ability and oratorical ability on the microphone should be rewarded in line with the correct treatment of talented employees.
Number Three : Nobody should be pushed into the spotlight based on their name alone. If an icon has failed to justify their spot on the roster, they should not be rewarded because of a nostalgic urge to repeat history and juice the last vestiges of pleasure from a performer’s past achievements.
Number Four : All employees should be paid with a performance based contract. If a performer decides to make little effort for months, their pay packet should reflect this whilst those who push themselves to the very peak of their abilities should be rewarded financially for their efforts to encourage others to continually improve themselves under our employment.
Number Five : Performers health is to never be treated as an afterthought. Wrestlers are willing to put their bodies through tremendous punishment for the fans and to pursue their ambitions, this is a personal choice. However, it is our responsibility to pay for any healthcare requirements that arise directly from an employee’s work within New Championship Wrestling, this includes mental support even after a performer has retired for any ailments directly attributable to their time as a performer for New Championship Wrestling
Number Six : No fan should be priced out of supporting this company. Ticket prices must be kept at a reasonable rate to allow access to all who wish to follow this company and support its employees. Merchandise should be priced fairly to prevent parents being priced out of satisfying their children’s desire to idolise any of our performers.
I could go on Nathan, but I think that is enough for you to sink your teeth into. If you would like to highlight where I am going wrong, or how I am exploiting you all or doing everything purely for myself, I’d love to hear your feedback.
I’d be delighted to know why because I think this company should reward the talents and protect the health of performers I am the human embodiment of Satan and Hitler’s lovechild. I’ll squeal with glee if you can tell me why I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing for feeling that nobody should be allowed to swan in here and live of their past accomplishments. I will actually cook you a full course meal and allow you to have sex with my girlfriend if you can explain to me why placing the enjoyment of our customers over the wealth of our performers is somehow a terrible evil on par with genocide.
You’re a mark, Webb.
You’ve bought into the kayfabe notion that I am some malevolent force out to screw you all and reap the spoils for myself. You ignore the fact that I was filthy rich before I walked into this company, I have the woman I have always loved by my side and I have accomplished more than enough in this life to be satisfied. What do I have to gain by pretending to be nice and then stabbing you all in the back?
I have much more class than the rest of you, I don’t leech off power and then screw the vessel through which I achieved all my success.
I have achieved everything in my career by myself, I have never screwed anybody to accomplish it either. I won this belt fair and square, I won the Road to the Gold fair and square, I won the National title fair and square, I won the X-Championship fair and square, I beat Xander fair and square…
Notice the pattern, Nathan?
You like to pain me as a monster because it justifies your futile campaign against Kelly Fox. Accepting that perhaps I am not as bad as you think erodes your entire gimmick and leaves you as an empty man with nothing to fight for, even if you’re going to lose ultimately anyway. I am not the fake Webb, you are.
You’re not a rebel, you’re not a bad ass fighting for what is right.
You’re a little man with no self-esteem who projects his complete failures on others to justify his existence to a bunch of sheep who will cheer anybody who insults the “baddies”.
This weekend history will repeat itself; you will go on about how horrible I am, I will walk down to the ring and beat you, again, and then our paths won’t cross for a few months until I squash you like the worthless excuse for a man that you are. We can keep repeating this vicious cycle if you want Nathan.
I have no complaints about crushing your dreams whenever you think you’re finally on the road to success. Maybe it is time to do yourself a favour though, take your mentally unstable sidekick and enjoy your life. Not everything has to be so serious and not all of us are evil that you must vanquish.
It’s too short to be bitter and chase dreams you can never achieve.