Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 26, 2008 21:38:12 GMT -6
Some people are forced into a life of delusions and constant medications. Others are exposed to it, letting it fester in their minds until one day they snap. Then..you have rather exceptional cases. Those who choose to become the idea and fear that is insanity. They are able to walk around, and be seen like the ''normal'' people.
Oh, we are far from normal. Who am I speaking right now? Davey..Carnage..? Who? Do you know? Listen to my words and see if you can figure it out.
This match is about pride..
Pride..
About revenge, vengeance. For weeks he has been busting my ass and I am sick of it.
But hey, it was motivation to indulge in the secret pleasures and sins.
I'm ready to take over..and I am ready to be known.
The scene opens in the VIP room. The lights are dimmed, and Davey is sitting on the floor with his back up against the couch. Mr. Preston is no where to be found.
Davey: I thought I could control this.
Your arrogance has always been your down side. Your weakness. You always think you can take control of any situation, yet here you are with the thoughts of a mad man. The thing is you are enjoying these thought and wishing oh so hard they could become a reality.
Davey: I just wanted the rage and loss of a conscious that came with becoming insane.
David..you know you can't take one with out taking the other. In for a penny in for a pound.
Davey: My dad used to say that. God..
Ah yes, a lot of repressed memories. Lets relive some.
Davey: I'd rather not.
David..like you have a choice.
Davey sighs as the scene cuts then comes back in, looking at the rural house in Tennessee. A young boy, about 15 is talking to his father.
Young Davey: Dad, I want to come home.
Dean: Son, you know that is not possible. Now look we only agreed to have you over on spring break because your mother wanted to see you. If it were up to me you would be in Vegas still, studying so you can stay sharp when this non sense break is over.
Young Davey: Dad, living with Uncle Leo is great..but..school is getting to be rough. I just want a...
Dean: Hey, hey hey. You were given that big brain of yours to accomplish many things. Not to mention pull us out of this backwards town and thrust us into the spotlight. You will do the Ortega name proud. You agreed to this. In for a penny in for a pound.
The scene cuts and re opens back to the present Davey
Your father didn't seem all bad.
Davey: He was a twisted self centered asshole who only looked out for himself no matter what he lost.
Hm, they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Davey:What is it with you and the damn sayings? Besides I am nothing like my father.
Shall we peer more into the forgotten past of yours?
Davey: No..
Davey gets up off the floor and walks over to his desk, grabs a brandy glass and the Brandy and pours some.
Davey..I thought we agreed you had no say in it..
Davey: I...said...NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Davey violently turns and wings the glass, shattering the mirror on the other side of the room. The brandy spilled all over, and Davey is left looking at the shattered mirror.
ahehehaaa...
Davey has no words as he just gazes at the mirror. He then looks down at his hand, slowly turning it. His hand shaking, as he looks back at the mirror.
Carnage is coming...
Davey takes a moment to compose himself, he then walks over to the mirror and looks at his reflection off the broken mirror.
You lost it..
Davey: A minor set back..
Why must you deny me?
Davey: Why must you antagonize me?
The double doors swing open and Mr. Preston walks in in a panic. He looks at Davey, then the mirror. Davey simply turns and walks away, going back to his desk and putting his hands on it. Mr. Preston just stays put.
Mr. Preston: Are you alright?
Davey: I'm fine. Juts an accident, thats all.
Mr. Preston: No cuts or injuries?
Davey: I said I am fine.
Mr. Preston: Well, thats good.
Mr. Preston steps over the broken shards, walking up to Davey
Mr. Preston: It seems that Trent has had a lot to say over the course of twenty four hours.
Davey: Of course he has. Thats all he does. He talks and talks. Uprising this and out of this world that. Close Encounter of the insert dumb ass name here kind. Every week it's the same thing and frankly I am getting so sick of it. PS I'm out of this world! PS I'm just plain better than you. PS Shut the hell up!
Mr. Preston looks at Davey with wide eyes, as Davey sighs.
Davey: I have heard all he has to say. I have been hearing it over and over again. So he wants to resort to childish names? ''Hey I have to take an Ortega.'' Are you kidding me? Grow up. I was given ONE title shot, Trent. ONE. The first one I busted my ass off at the Road to the Gold tournament. I bested Wilkins, Manson, and Craven to earn my spot at the finals. I was then given the opportunity to have a rematch at Mind Games..then I once again busted my ass to receive a title shot at Meta. So for you to go and claim I was given my shots for no apparent reason is an act of disrespect, and shows just how poorly you study your opponents.
You see I will not succumb to childish art forms such as you have, I will not make up lies and slander just to attempt to get inside your head. I will tell you the damn truth. I will tell you the evidence and the facts that support my claims because clearly you were unable to produce one shred of evidence to support yours.
I challenged you to a Hardcore match so anything could go. Because I don't trust you Helms. I know you have some plan to cheat me out of a crucial pin fall this Sunday. I challenged you to that Hardcore match so I could make you bleed. So I could finally shut that mouth of yours, because if you can't beat me in a match where everything is legal how could you possibly beat me in a match where you could get disqualified for your antics? Like I said, being a pure wrestler is more than flying of a ladder or submitting your opponent. It is about adaptation, and survival. I can survive in any match where it seems you are limited. You can only win a handful of matches, but once the gloves come off you hide. You hide behind that ego of yours and taunt your opponent..wanting a ''fair'' match. What is so damn fair about Dirtmurder coming to your aid? Now I know you claim to have no idea about this but it all just fits to damn well together...you beat us..and you are the number one conteders to the tag titles? I know you, Helms..you will do anything to get ahead. So tell me Trent, why want a match where rules are enforced? You don't play by them, yet you bind me to them? Practice what you preach.
Though fine, I will accept this two out of three falls. I will defeat you at your own game because I know I am the dominate wrestler. You can boast your skills from here back to the Land of the Rising Sun. It does not make a difference, you may know the moves but I have the intellect to escape them. I have the purest wrestling mind in this company. It is true we have met three times in the ring..and you have yet to pin or make me submit. You are so quick to jab at me, you just happen to leave out the double edged sword?
About your little proposition bet. I accept. Only, in classic Helms style you do not go into full detail and leave out major things..like..the actual bet. Though sorry Trent I don't do small wagers. If I bet, I bet big..and buddy I have the bet of the century. A World Title Match. Thats right Helms, a title match. Your whole Uprising has been wanting to make a name for themselves, here is your opportunity. If your side wins, then one of you will be named the new number one contender..and if our side wins..then one of us will. Though Trent, think about that. I didn't say names. If you guys win, you will have to discuss it with the WHOLE Uprising to see who gets that shot. You want to help them..here is your chance..because it really wouldn't be helping them if their leader took the shot now would it? Same goes for us, we would all discuss it to see who gets the shot.
The thing is Trent, I may have catapulted Lance Ryan's and Spike Kane's careers, they are not above me. Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, and Davey Ortega are the three commonly heard names on the lips of any and all nCw fan. Trent Helms will never reach that status, because Trent Helms can not best me. Though I tell you what, I will make you famous..just like Steve Irwin.
You remember him don't you? The Crocodile Hunter. This idiot would go around and piss of Crocs, Snakes, Scorpions, Tarantulas, and one time a Stingray. Do you remember what happened to him? He bit off more than he could chew.
When he died the entire world thought it a tragedy, well I didn't. This idiot provoked everything he had coming, just like you Trent. You will become Trent Helms: An nCw Tragedy. People will think of you on wrestling lore...then their will be those who will laugh and say ''Well, he was stupid enough to piss of Davey Ortega.''
Davey sighs, catching his breath almost.
He said more..say more.
more.
more.
Davey, becoming physically distraught, clinches a fist.
Too much to handle? Already?
Davey shakes his head ''no'' not wanting to say anything in front of Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: Davey..?
Davey: I know..I know. He said more. More rants, and more remarks. Only now he had to bring in Texas Hold'em? Really? Trent you have no idea what you are doing do you? I mean seriously, shoving it all in with Ace Five off suit?
Allow me to try and understand your logic. OK, you have an Ace in the hole which is good, great considering in was Heads Up. A weak kicker, and it was off suit. You really shouldn't of bet it all, because it takes away your options, Trent. Any time you lay it all out their you are riding on good luck. Trent, for that hand to beat Pocket Aces was nothing short of a miracle. I love the metaphor though, because it is completely accurate.
Trent Helms need a miracle to defeat Davey Ortega. Lightening doesn't strike in the same place twice Trent. It seems you caught your miracle on the turn and river. Though cards, predominantly skill, luck still plays a factor. A huge factor. In the ring, one on one, their is no luck. Their is no ''bad beat.'' Their is a winner, and a loser. A man of better skill and a lesser man.
Your odds are spot on, a huge under dog. I've seen worse odds on better people. Though, I have learned many things..do not be put off by appearances. Helms no body wants to shut your mouth more than me, but of course I am bringing my ''A'' game this Sunday. How could I not with so much riding on the line? You have so much to prove..but who are you proving this for? For me? For Leonard? For Mercedes? It seems you are doing this for everyone but yourself and that is where your fatal flaw lies. Every time I step out into the ring I go and prove to myself why I am one of the top stars here, why I am one of the biggest names in this industry. Why I am The Present and Future.
I don't do it to prove to you, and your rebellion..or to Leo, or to Kelly. I don't do it so I can be given title shots...I do it to prove to myself that I am the best thing going. That I can shock and awe whenever I have a match.
Trent fear not, for I have stepped into a realm where my sanity is slowly slipping. I have been hearing voices, and talking to myself. My Ignorance, Confidence, and Arrogance led me to do it. I thought I could control it, the fact is it is slowly eating at me.
A desire to injure, and maim. A strong desire to make people bleed. Helms you will be the first man I will send into oblivion with this new found rage. Trent..you are not better than me.
What?
Davey: I said he is not better than me.
Who?
Davey: Trent Helms.
Who?
Davey: Their is Trent Helms..
What?
Davey: And then there is Davey Ortega.
Davey smiles a sick smile, as he ventures back over to the mirror. He looks at himself, smiling. Lightening strikes, power outage...another bolt lights up the room as we can see the mirror. Davey is seen altered, a pale face with red lipstick on him, making him have a permanent smile...he looks like The Joker. The flash ended..the lights came back on as Davey just looks in the mirror..he sees his normal face, raising his hand to his face.
Davey: Oh God...what have I done?
Carnage....Is...Coming.
The scene slowly fades away.
Oh, we are far from normal. Who am I speaking right now? Davey..Carnage..? Who? Do you know? Listen to my words and see if you can figure it out.
This match is about pride..
Pride..
About revenge, vengeance. For weeks he has been busting my ass and I am sick of it.
But hey, it was motivation to indulge in the secret pleasures and sins.
I'm ready to take over..and I am ready to be known.
The scene opens in the VIP room. The lights are dimmed, and Davey is sitting on the floor with his back up against the couch. Mr. Preston is no where to be found.
Davey: I thought I could control this.
Your arrogance has always been your down side. Your weakness. You always think you can take control of any situation, yet here you are with the thoughts of a mad man. The thing is you are enjoying these thought and wishing oh so hard they could become a reality.
Davey: I just wanted the rage and loss of a conscious that came with becoming insane.
David..you know you can't take one with out taking the other. In for a penny in for a pound.
Davey: My dad used to say that. God..
Ah yes, a lot of repressed memories. Lets relive some.
Davey: I'd rather not.
David..like you have a choice.
Davey sighs as the scene cuts then comes back in, looking at the rural house in Tennessee. A young boy, about 15 is talking to his father.
Young Davey: Dad, I want to come home.
Dean: Son, you know that is not possible. Now look we only agreed to have you over on spring break because your mother wanted to see you. If it were up to me you would be in Vegas still, studying so you can stay sharp when this non sense break is over.
Young Davey: Dad, living with Uncle Leo is great..but..school is getting to be rough. I just want a...
Dean: Hey, hey hey. You were given that big brain of yours to accomplish many things. Not to mention pull us out of this backwards town and thrust us into the spotlight. You will do the Ortega name proud. You agreed to this. In for a penny in for a pound.
The scene cuts and re opens back to the present Davey
Your father didn't seem all bad.
Davey: He was a twisted self centered asshole who only looked out for himself no matter what he lost.
Hm, they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Davey:What is it with you and the damn sayings? Besides I am nothing like my father.
Shall we peer more into the forgotten past of yours?
Davey: No..
Davey gets up off the floor and walks over to his desk, grabs a brandy glass and the Brandy and pours some.
Davey..I thought we agreed you had no say in it..
Davey: I...said...NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Davey violently turns and wings the glass, shattering the mirror on the other side of the room. The brandy spilled all over, and Davey is left looking at the shattered mirror.
ahehehaaa...
Davey has no words as he just gazes at the mirror. He then looks down at his hand, slowly turning it. His hand shaking, as he looks back at the mirror.
Carnage is coming...
Davey takes a moment to compose himself, he then walks over to the mirror and looks at his reflection off the broken mirror.
You lost it..
Davey: A minor set back..
Why must you deny me?
Davey: Why must you antagonize me?
The double doors swing open and Mr. Preston walks in in a panic. He looks at Davey, then the mirror. Davey simply turns and walks away, going back to his desk and putting his hands on it. Mr. Preston just stays put.
Mr. Preston: Are you alright?
Davey: I'm fine. Juts an accident, thats all.
Mr. Preston: No cuts or injuries?
Davey: I said I am fine.
Mr. Preston: Well, thats good.
Mr. Preston steps over the broken shards, walking up to Davey
Mr. Preston: It seems that Trent has had a lot to say over the course of twenty four hours.
Davey: Of course he has. Thats all he does. He talks and talks. Uprising this and out of this world that. Close Encounter of the insert dumb ass name here kind. Every week it's the same thing and frankly I am getting so sick of it. PS I'm out of this world! PS I'm just plain better than you. PS Shut the hell up!
Mr. Preston looks at Davey with wide eyes, as Davey sighs.
Davey: I have heard all he has to say. I have been hearing it over and over again. So he wants to resort to childish names? ''Hey I have to take an Ortega.'' Are you kidding me? Grow up. I was given ONE title shot, Trent. ONE. The first one I busted my ass off at the Road to the Gold tournament. I bested Wilkins, Manson, and Craven to earn my spot at the finals. I was then given the opportunity to have a rematch at Mind Games..then I once again busted my ass to receive a title shot at Meta. So for you to go and claim I was given my shots for no apparent reason is an act of disrespect, and shows just how poorly you study your opponents.
You see I will not succumb to childish art forms such as you have, I will not make up lies and slander just to attempt to get inside your head. I will tell you the damn truth. I will tell you the evidence and the facts that support my claims because clearly you were unable to produce one shred of evidence to support yours.
I challenged you to a Hardcore match so anything could go. Because I don't trust you Helms. I know you have some plan to cheat me out of a crucial pin fall this Sunday. I challenged you to that Hardcore match so I could make you bleed. So I could finally shut that mouth of yours, because if you can't beat me in a match where everything is legal how could you possibly beat me in a match where you could get disqualified for your antics? Like I said, being a pure wrestler is more than flying of a ladder or submitting your opponent. It is about adaptation, and survival. I can survive in any match where it seems you are limited. You can only win a handful of matches, but once the gloves come off you hide. You hide behind that ego of yours and taunt your opponent..wanting a ''fair'' match. What is so damn fair about Dirtmurder coming to your aid? Now I know you claim to have no idea about this but it all just fits to damn well together...you beat us..and you are the number one conteders to the tag titles? I know you, Helms..you will do anything to get ahead. So tell me Trent, why want a match where rules are enforced? You don't play by them, yet you bind me to them? Practice what you preach.
Though fine, I will accept this two out of three falls. I will defeat you at your own game because I know I am the dominate wrestler. You can boast your skills from here back to the Land of the Rising Sun. It does not make a difference, you may know the moves but I have the intellect to escape them. I have the purest wrestling mind in this company. It is true we have met three times in the ring..and you have yet to pin or make me submit. You are so quick to jab at me, you just happen to leave out the double edged sword?
About your little proposition bet. I accept. Only, in classic Helms style you do not go into full detail and leave out major things..like..the actual bet. Though sorry Trent I don't do small wagers. If I bet, I bet big..and buddy I have the bet of the century. A World Title Match. Thats right Helms, a title match. Your whole Uprising has been wanting to make a name for themselves, here is your opportunity. If your side wins, then one of you will be named the new number one contender..and if our side wins..then one of us will. Though Trent, think about that. I didn't say names. If you guys win, you will have to discuss it with the WHOLE Uprising to see who gets that shot. You want to help them..here is your chance..because it really wouldn't be helping them if their leader took the shot now would it? Same goes for us, we would all discuss it to see who gets the shot.
The thing is Trent, I may have catapulted Lance Ryan's and Spike Kane's careers, they are not above me. Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, and Davey Ortega are the three commonly heard names on the lips of any and all nCw fan. Trent Helms will never reach that status, because Trent Helms can not best me. Though I tell you what, I will make you famous..just like Steve Irwin.
You remember him don't you? The Crocodile Hunter. This idiot would go around and piss of Crocs, Snakes, Scorpions, Tarantulas, and one time a Stingray. Do you remember what happened to him? He bit off more than he could chew.
When he died the entire world thought it a tragedy, well I didn't. This idiot provoked everything he had coming, just like you Trent. You will become Trent Helms: An nCw Tragedy. People will think of you on wrestling lore...then their will be those who will laugh and say ''Well, he was stupid enough to piss of Davey Ortega.''
Davey sighs, catching his breath almost.
He said more..say more.
more.
more.
Davey, becoming physically distraught, clinches a fist.
Too much to handle? Already?
Davey shakes his head ''no'' not wanting to say anything in front of Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: Davey..?
Davey: I know..I know. He said more. More rants, and more remarks. Only now he had to bring in Texas Hold'em? Really? Trent you have no idea what you are doing do you? I mean seriously, shoving it all in with Ace Five off suit?
Allow me to try and understand your logic. OK, you have an Ace in the hole which is good, great considering in was Heads Up. A weak kicker, and it was off suit. You really shouldn't of bet it all, because it takes away your options, Trent. Any time you lay it all out their you are riding on good luck. Trent, for that hand to beat Pocket Aces was nothing short of a miracle. I love the metaphor though, because it is completely accurate.
Trent Helms need a miracle to defeat Davey Ortega. Lightening doesn't strike in the same place twice Trent. It seems you caught your miracle on the turn and river. Though cards, predominantly skill, luck still plays a factor. A huge factor. In the ring, one on one, their is no luck. Their is no ''bad beat.'' Their is a winner, and a loser. A man of better skill and a lesser man.
Your odds are spot on, a huge under dog. I've seen worse odds on better people. Though, I have learned many things..do not be put off by appearances. Helms no body wants to shut your mouth more than me, but of course I am bringing my ''A'' game this Sunday. How could I not with so much riding on the line? You have so much to prove..but who are you proving this for? For me? For Leonard? For Mercedes? It seems you are doing this for everyone but yourself and that is where your fatal flaw lies. Every time I step out into the ring I go and prove to myself why I am one of the top stars here, why I am one of the biggest names in this industry. Why I am The Present and Future.
I don't do it to prove to you, and your rebellion..or to Leo, or to Kelly. I don't do it so I can be given title shots...I do it to prove to myself that I am the best thing going. That I can shock and awe whenever I have a match.
Trent fear not, for I have stepped into a realm where my sanity is slowly slipping. I have been hearing voices, and talking to myself. My Ignorance, Confidence, and Arrogance led me to do it. I thought I could control it, the fact is it is slowly eating at me.
A desire to injure, and maim. A strong desire to make people bleed. Helms you will be the first man I will send into oblivion with this new found rage. Trent..you are not better than me.
What?
Davey: I said he is not better than me.
Who?
Davey: Trent Helms.
Who?
Davey: Their is Trent Helms..
What?
Davey: And then there is Davey Ortega.
Davey smiles a sick smile, as he ventures back over to the mirror. He looks at himself, smiling. Lightening strikes, power outage...another bolt lights up the room as we can see the mirror. Davey is seen altered, a pale face with red lipstick on him, making him have a permanent smile...he looks like The Joker. The flash ended..the lights came back on as Davey just looks in the mirror..he sees his normal face, raising his hand to his face.
Davey: Oh God...what have I done?
Carnage....Is...Coming.
The scene slowly fades away.
