Post by A.C. Douglas on Jan 19, 2013 20:01:52 GMT -6
{The Mic is on, the camera is on and I go. }
A.C.: Hello NCW, My name is A.C. Douglas. I know, we've been through this before, but I wanted to make sure you remembered. I wanted to let you know, just once more, to clarify.
I trust that my victory last week certainly opened some eyes, but really, against Josh Stevens, it was hardly that impressive. I knew I had that match in the bag. It may have seemed like it was a struggle, but I have a thing for drama. I could have ended that match in about 10 seconds if I wanted to. It’s one of the joys of being so talented and so young. The fact that you can toy with your opponent so much and still come out on top. You can go ahead and get used to that too. My hand being raised in victory.
NCW has a bunch of talented men in terrible situations, much like Todd Williams. Todd is a former World Champion and yet, he’s conducting silly interviews with a stupid, goofy outfit on. At first, I thought this would lead somewhere, but as time has gone on, I see that he truly is being ignored, and shoehorned into places that are, to be perfectly honest, beneath him. For example, He get put in a feud with Joe Everyman? Seriously? Joe Everyman has being fighting a losing battle against relevancy for about two years now. Everyone in this company has leap-frogged him, myself included. And that’s after one match. But Todd, Todd deserves better, and I plan on showing him how much better he can get.
Todd has graciously and smartly taken me up on my offer. I know Todd is great, and he obviously knows how great I am going to become. Thus, our newly formed tag team is destined to go straight to the top. And look, it’s at the expense of Joe Everyman and Davey Ortega. What a surprise.
Honestly, booking us in a tag team match, against them?. Normally, I would ask if this was some kind of joke. You put us in a match with a man named Everyman, and Davey Ortega? Am we now pest control to you? If you don’t think we will crush these two complete failures at life, then I must ask When will the silliness end?
I understand that either Todd or myself would simply wipe the floor with both of them in singles matches, so you mean to level the playing field. You want these two to actually stand a shot at winning. I get it. Not that it will help in the long run, but you are at least trying to help. Let's be honest here, I am head and shoulders above these two, and the only way for them to compete is attempting to get a fluke win. Something that takes more luck than skill. Joe is apparently, an average guy who claims to be so much better or some kind of journey for self-discovery. Why is a mystery, since it would be illegal to be that dumb, but I'll let that slide. He has no wrestling ability, no skill, no charisma, no style. He's a joke. So, you understand my query:
Why is such a man even employed by you, and why is he in this match?
And on the other hand, Davey Ortega. Why would he lower himself to this level is beyond me. That aside, Davey is...a man pretending to be important. And good. And uber-talented. But it's still the same thing, as a majority of people: My life sucks, and look at how it's made me the way I am. Another man, either too ashamed, or too afraid to take responsibility in his life. For a man who has the talent that he does, why has he accomplished next to nothing besides being in the “also ran” category? I'll be honest, When all he does is choke, lose, and get beaten down, and then try to act like he’s important, I just yawn. Almost like I'm trying to listen to A radio talk-show host. I'm not moved by his story, or his ideas, more like annoyed. Because it's everybody's story that wants justification for acting like an idiot.
So there's those two in a nutshell.
Hence, the re-introduction. So now you know who I am, again. I trust that, not if, but when Todd and I defeat these two misfits and walk away with yet another win, and more and more momentum, there will be no more of these little tests of our patience. It's high time that Todd and myself rose to the greatness we are capable of. We are better than this, better than them, and hopefully, you'll realize it.
I am not knocking on Kelly Knite's door and hurling insults and calling her names because A) I was raised better than that, and B) It's rude. Todd and I have been nothing but cordial to staff and employees alike. Yet We are treated as if I have done something wrong. It makes me upset.
So, once again I, along with Todd will emerge triumphant, and then, what will you do? Will you show us respect, and put us where we belong, or am we going to continue beating lesser opponents while the rest of the company suffers. You could be making Billions of dollars with us as a cornerstones. But not until We am in the driver's seat. That's your call. I want you think about it.
Do you honestly, think that guys like Davey and Joe are going to go anywhere? Joe is shooting for that storybook ending about people getting second chances? Please. The man clearly has had about eight chances and fails each and every time. Is that the kind of man you want representing you?
I didn't think so.
And Ortega? A man who seems allergic to success? Sorry, I just don't see it. We are you're aces in the hole, you're go-to guys, and I think We should be treated as such. You people clearly have a keen eye for business. Questionable yes, but keen. You can see these roses in the garbage dumb can't you?
I trust that after our victory you'll see the light.
Thank you for your time.
{ I get off the plane in New York. JFK. is obviously a busy airport. People everywhere, most too busy to care about their surroundings. Todd Williams decided to take me up on my offer, and show me “how things are done in New York” apparently.
Once I claim my bags, I head out to meet Todd, and his wife, Crystal. }
A.C.: Todd. [/color]
Todd: A.C.. [/b]
{ He Shakes my hand, and I’m thankful he doesn’t try one of those stupid…slap-ups that people see black people do. Just a simple handshake. }
Todd: Welcome to New York.
A.C.: It’s cold here.
Todd: You actually flew in on a warmer day.
A.C.: Oh…wonderful.
Todd: How have you been?
A.C.: I’m well Todd. I hope you’re ready for Sunday.
Todd: Of course. Don’t you know who I am?
A.C.: Yeah, a guy who could still be world champion right now.
Todd: Funny.
A.C.: Actually, it’s not.
Todd: You are in my city right now, okay? I’m going to
show you how we do things here.
A.C.: Can’t wait.
Crystal: He’s so rude.
Todd: This is my wife, Crystal.
A.C.: Charmed.
Crystal: I’m sure.
{ Crystal holds out her hand waiting for my shake, and I give her one. She of course, looks distracted and wanting this to be over already. I look at Todd and he instantly gets the point. }
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Todd: So, you ready to go?
A.C.: Where are we going?
Todd: I figured we get some food.
Crystal: Good. I’m hungry.
A.C.: Where, exactly?
Todd: I know a place in Harlem, good soul food. You like Soul food right?
A.C.: Depends, is it any good?
Todd: Of course.
A.C.: Then…let’s go, I guess.
{ We get into Todd’s car and drive. Todd seems at home with the ridiculously bad traffic, with everyone cutting everyone else off, horns honking, people not giving people a second to react to green lights, and people just looking generally miserable, in a rush, and bothered. Todd let’s off a few choice words when people cut him off. Eventually, thankfully, We made it there in one piece. }[/COLOR]
Todd: This is it.
A.C.: This…is it?
{ I look at the hokey-looking, ghetto restaurant. It just screams…”We’re owned by black people.” } [/color]
Todd: Yup, food’s great.
Crystal: Let’s eat, I’m hungry.
{ We walk inside, and it just looks horrid, awful color scheme, not well maintained, and a big sign which reads…”famous Chicken and Waffles.”
I already hate this place. Maybe the food could save this place from being a complete waste of my time.
We sit down, and the young black waitress hands us the menus. }
Waitress: I’ll be back in a moment to take your orders.
Todd: Thank you.
{ Todd and Crystal open up the menu and look at it, I open it…and I’m disgusted. }
A.C.: Is this really the menu?[/color]
Todd: Of course.
A.C.: This is stupid.
Todd: What’s wrong?
A.C.: What’s wrong? This menu’s items are named after semi-famous black people.
Todd: So?
A.C.: So? What, is New York Strip Steak too complicated? I have to call it the “Etu Evans” so they know what I want?
Todd: They’re just showing a little black pride.
A.C.: Really? Oh, of course Barack Obama means chicken Of course.
Todd: It’s not that serious, man.
A.C.: It’s a matter of principle, Todd. I’m surprised they don’t soft shoe while taking my order.[/b]
{ The waitress comes back, a big grin on her face that looks incredibly forced. }[/color]
Waitress: Are you ready to order What can I get for you?
Todd: I’ll have the…President Barack Obama.
Waitress: Great.
Crystal: I’ll have the Honorable Bill Perkins.
Waitress: Okay, and for you, sir?
A.C.: Well…
{ I look at the insulting menu and then stare at the waitress. }
A.C.: I’m sorry, but this menu is insulting.
{ The waitress looks taken aback. }
A.C.: I mean, honestly, I don't even know who some of these people are. And I'm almost positive Nate Robinson doesn't play in New York anymore. Please, answer me this, is it too difficult for your chefs to understand "New York Strip Steak"? Does Etu Evans make it easier for them? Are they incapable of making anything besides chicken and waffles? Look, I'm going to have Fried Pork chops, with Collard greens and mashed potatoes. We’re not going to refer to the Pork Chops as…The Honorable Keith Wright, okay? Just…fried pork chops. Got me?
{ She stares in amazement, puts on another forced smiles and kindly takes the menu. Todd and Crystal look amazed as well. }
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Todd: What is wrong with you, man?
A.C.: I’m trying to help these people Todd.
Todd: You just insulted this entire place!.
A.C.: Sometimes, you need to drive the point home.
Todd: I think you need to show a little more respect.
A.C.: I’m trying Todd. It’s just that places like this…
Todd: You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Okay, let’s just get through this meal.
A.C.: This is what I’m talking about Todd. You can’t just accept this sub-par standard.
Todd: Just drop it. Alright? Can we talk about the match please?
A.C.: What? Talk about how we’re going to dismantle Davey Ortega and Joe Everyman? Here’s the thing, We know it, they know it, everyone knows it.
Todd: You really think that?.
A.C. Of course… that is if you hold up your end.
Crystal: Whoa, what’s that supposed to mean?
{ Crystal had been quiet for some time. But what she perceived as an insult obviously drew her ire. }
A.C. Just what I said.
Crystal: Look dude, you’ve been hating on everything since you got here, and I don’t like it.
A.C. That’s not my problem.
Crystal: Oh, so you want it to be a problem?
A.C. Todd…control your woman.
Crystal: Who in the f-.
Todd: Crystal! [/b]
{ Crystal was giving me the death glare, and now, so was Todd. He was having the physically restrain Crystal from leaping across the table. The waitress was coming with our food. }
Waitress: Here’s your food.
A.C.: Thank you dear. Crystal here was getting a little impatient.
{ We managed to get through dinner with the horrible food, and I refused to tip the waitress, not because the food was bad, but because she just accepted the absurdness of it all. Todd drove me to my hotel and then we really began to strategize. All because we knew that we at least had to make this look respectable }[/color]
Todd: So what do you think.
A.C.: I think we got this in the bag. Just no silliness from you.
Todd: I’ll hold up my end.
A.C.: Then this should be no problem. Joe Everyman isn’t even an “Every man” he’s not average. He’s below average, and that’s if he’s trying as hard as he possibly can. I mean, how many times have you beaten Joe? Six? Ten times?
Todd: More than I can count.
A.C.: Well then, Joe’s going to pose no threat.
Todd: But Ortega’s okay.
A.C.: So? Just okay? We’re ELITE Todd. We are the cream of the crop. The A-Team of this company. They want ratings, they come to us, not a team with a name like “Second Rate” Davey Ortega is good, but we’re better. Much, much better. Don’t you think you can beat Ortega? I do, and I know I can. This is a walk in the park. Let’s go take our rightful place at the top of the tag team division.
Todd: Yeah, that’s right!
{ I could tell Todd was really pumped. He was nodding. I think he was believing my plan. Now we just have to wait to show the world how good we could be. }[/color]
A.C.: Hello NCW, My name is A.C. Douglas. I know, we've been through this before, but I wanted to make sure you remembered. I wanted to let you know, just once more, to clarify.
I trust that my victory last week certainly opened some eyes, but really, against Josh Stevens, it was hardly that impressive. I knew I had that match in the bag. It may have seemed like it was a struggle, but I have a thing for drama. I could have ended that match in about 10 seconds if I wanted to. It’s one of the joys of being so talented and so young. The fact that you can toy with your opponent so much and still come out on top. You can go ahead and get used to that too. My hand being raised in victory.
NCW has a bunch of talented men in terrible situations, much like Todd Williams. Todd is a former World Champion and yet, he’s conducting silly interviews with a stupid, goofy outfit on. At first, I thought this would lead somewhere, but as time has gone on, I see that he truly is being ignored, and shoehorned into places that are, to be perfectly honest, beneath him. For example, He get put in a feud with Joe Everyman? Seriously? Joe Everyman has being fighting a losing battle against relevancy for about two years now. Everyone in this company has leap-frogged him, myself included. And that’s after one match. But Todd, Todd deserves better, and I plan on showing him how much better he can get.
Todd has graciously and smartly taken me up on my offer. I know Todd is great, and he obviously knows how great I am going to become. Thus, our newly formed tag team is destined to go straight to the top. And look, it’s at the expense of Joe Everyman and Davey Ortega. What a surprise.
Honestly, booking us in a tag team match, against them?. Normally, I would ask if this was some kind of joke. You put us in a match with a man named Everyman, and Davey Ortega? Am we now pest control to you? If you don’t think we will crush these two complete failures at life, then I must ask When will the silliness end?
I understand that either Todd or myself would simply wipe the floor with both of them in singles matches, so you mean to level the playing field. You want these two to actually stand a shot at winning. I get it. Not that it will help in the long run, but you are at least trying to help. Let's be honest here, I am head and shoulders above these two, and the only way for them to compete is attempting to get a fluke win. Something that takes more luck than skill. Joe is apparently, an average guy who claims to be so much better or some kind of journey for self-discovery. Why is a mystery, since it would be illegal to be that dumb, but I'll let that slide. He has no wrestling ability, no skill, no charisma, no style. He's a joke. So, you understand my query:
Why is such a man even employed by you, and why is he in this match?
And on the other hand, Davey Ortega. Why would he lower himself to this level is beyond me. That aside, Davey is...a man pretending to be important. And good. And uber-talented. But it's still the same thing, as a majority of people: My life sucks, and look at how it's made me the way I am. Another man, either too ashamed, or too afraid to take responsibility in his life. For a man who has the talent that he does, why has he accomplished next to nothing besides being in the “also ran” category? I'll be honest, When all he does is choke, lose, and get beaten down, and then try to act like he’s important, I just yawn. Almost like I'm trying to listen to A radio talk-show host. I'm not moved by his story, or his ideas, more like annoyed. Because it's everybody's story that wants justification for acting like an idiot.
So there's those two in a nutshell.
Hence, the re-introduction. So now you know who I am, again. I trust that, not if, but when Todd and I defeat these two misfits and walk away with yet another win, and more and more momentum, there will be no more of these little tests of our patience. It's high time that Todd and myself rose to the greatness we are capable of. We are better than this, better than them, and hopefully, you'll realize it.
I am not knocking on Kelly Knite's door and hurling insults and calling her names because A) I was raised better than that, and B) It's rude. Todd and I have been nothing but cordial to staff and employees alike. Yet We are treated as if I have done something wrong. It makes me upset.
So, once again I, along with Todd will emerge triumphant, and then, what will you do? Will you show us respect, and put us where we belong, or am we going to continue beating lesser opponents while the rest of the company suffers. You could be making Billions of dollars with us as a cornerstones. But not until We am in the driver's seat. That's your call. I want you think about it.
Do you honestly, think that guys like Davey and Joe are going to go anywhere? Joe is shooting for that storybook ending about people getting second chances? Please. The man clearly has had about eight chances and fails each and every time. Is that the kind of man you want representing you?
I didn't think so.
And Ortega? A man who seems allergic to success? Sorry, I just don't see it. We are you're aces in the hole, you're go-to guys, and I think We should be treated as such. You people clearly have a keen eye for business. Questionable yes, but keen. You can see these roses in the garbage dumb can't you?
I trust that after our victory you'll see the light.
Thank you for your time.
JFK Airport, 3:21 pm
{ I get off the plane in New York. JFK. is obviously a busy airport. People everywhere, most too busy to care about their surroundings. Todd Williams decided to take me up on my offer, and show me “how things are done in New York” apparently.
Once I claim my bags, I head out to meet Todd, and his wife, Crystal. }
A.C.: Todd. [/color]
Todd: A.C.. [/b]
{ He Shakes my hand, and I’m thankful he doesn’t try one of those stupid…slap-ups that people see black people do. Just a simple handshake. }
Todd: Welcome to New York.
A.C.: It’s cold here.
Todd: You actually flew in on a warmer day.
A.C.: Oh…wonderful.
Todd: How have you been?
A.C.: I’m well Todd. I hope you’re ready for Sunday.
Todd: Of course. Don’t you know who I am?
A.C.: Yeah, a guy who could still be world champion right now.
Todd: Funny.
A.C.: Actually, it’s not.
Todd: You are in my city right now, okay? I’m going to
show you how we do things here.
A.C.: Can’t wait.
Crystal: He’s so rude.
Todd: This is my wife, Crystal.
A.C.: Charmed.
Crystal: I’m sure.
{ Crystal holds out her hand waiting for my shake, and I give her one. She of course, looks distracted and wanting this to be over already. I look at Todd and he instantly gets the point. }
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Todd: So, you ready to go?
A.C.: Where are we going?
Todd: I figured we get some food.
Crystal: Good. I’m hungry.
A.C.: Where, exactly?
Todd: I know a place in Harlem, good soul food. You like Soul food right?
A.C.: Depends, is it any good?
Todd: Of course.
A.C.: Then…let’s go, I guess.
{ We get into Todd’s car and drive. Todd seems at home with the ridiculously bad traffic, with everyone cutting everyone else off, horns honking, people not giving people a second to react to green lights, and people just looking generally miserable, in a rush, and bothered. Todd let’s off a few choice words when people cut him off. Eventually, thankfully, We made it there in one piece. }[/COLOR]
Ann Ruth's, Harlem, NY, 5:01 pm
Todd: This is it.
A.C.: This…is it?
{ I look at the hokey-looking, ghetto restaurant. It just screams…”We’re owned by black people.” } [/color]
Todd: Yup, food’s great.
Crystal: Let’s eat, I’m hungry.
{ We walk inside, and it just looks horrid, awful color scheme, not well maintained, and a big sign which reads…”famous Chicken and Waffles.”
I already hate this place. Maybe the food could save this place from being a complete waste of my time.
We sit down, and the young black waitress hands us the menus. }
Waitress: I’ll be back in a moment to take your orders.
Todd: Thank you.
{ Todd and Crystal open up the menu and look at it, I open it…and I’m disgusted. }
A.C.: Is this really the menu?[/color]
Todd: Of course.
A.C.: This is stupid.
Todd: What’s wrong?
A.C.: What’s wrong? This menu’s items are named after semi-famous black people.
Todd: So?
A.C.: So? What, is New York Strip Steak too complicated? I have to call it the “Etu Evans” so they know what I want?
Todd: They’re just showing a little black pride.
A.C.: Really? Oh, of course Barack Obama means chicken Of course.
Todd: It’s not that serious, man.
A.C.: It’s a matter of principle, Todd. I’m surprised they don’t soft shoe while taking my order.[/b]
{ The waitress comes back, a big grin on her face that looks incredibly forced. }[/color]
Waitress: Are you ready to order What can I get for you?
Todd: I’ll have the…President Barack Obama.
Waitress: Great.
Crystal: I’ll have the Honorable Bill Perkins.
Waitress: Okay, and for you, sir?
A.C.: Well…
{ I look at the insulting menu and then stare at the waitress. }
A.C.: I’m sorry, but this menu is insulting.
{ The waitress looks taken aback. }
A.C.: I mean, honestly, I don't even know who some of these people are. And I'm almost positive Nate Robinson doesn't play in New York anymore. Please, answer me this, is it too difficult for your chefs to understand "New York Strip Steak"? Does Etu Evans make it easier for them? Are they incapable of making anything besides chicken and waffles? Look, I'm going to have Fried Pork chops, with Collard greens and mashed potatoes. We’re not going to refer to the Pork Chops as…The Honorable Keith Wright, okay? Just…fried pork chops. Got me?
{ She stares in amazement, puts on another forced smiles and kindly takes the menu. Todd and Crystal look amazed as well. }
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Todd: What is wrong with you, man?
A.C.: I’m trying to help these people Todd.
Todd: You just insulted this entire place!.
A.C.: Sometimes, you need to drive the point home.
Todd: I think you need to show a little more respect.
A.C.: I’m trying Todd. It’s just that places like this…
Todd: You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Okay, let’s just get through this meal.
A.C.: This is what I’m talking about Todd. You can’t just accept this sub-par standard.
Todd: Just drop it. Alright? Can we talk about the match please?
A.C.: What? Talk about how we’re going to dismantle Davey Ortega and Joe Everyman? Here’s the thing, We know it, they know it, everyone knows it.
Todd: You really think that?.
A.C. Of course… that is if you hold up your end.
Crystal: Whoa, what’s that supposed to mean?
{ Crystal had been quiet for some time. But what she perceived as an insult obviously drew her ire. }
A.C. Just what I said.
Crystal: Look dude, you’ve been hating on everything since you got here, and I don’t like it.
A.C. That’s not my problem.
Crystal: Oh, so you want it to be a problem?
A.C. Todd…control your woman.
Crystal: Who in the f-.
Todd: Crystal! [/b]
{ Crystal was giving me the death glare, and now, so was Todd. He was having the physically restrain Crystal from leaping across the table. The waitress was coming with our food. }
Waitress: Here’s your food.
A.C.: Thank you dear. Crystal here was getting a little impatient.
{ We managed to get through dinner with the horrible food, and I refused to tip the waitress, not because the food was bad, but because she just accepted the absurdness of it all. Todd drove me to my hotel and then we really began to strategize. All because we knew that we at least had to make this look respectable }[/color]
Todd: So what do you think.
A.C.: I think we got this in the bag. Just no silliness from you.
Todd: I’ll hold up my end.
A.C.: Then this should be no problem. Joe Everyman isn’t even an “Every man” he’s not average. He’s below average, and that’s if he’s trying as hard as he possibly can. I mean, how many times have you beaten Joe? Six? Ten times?
Todd: More than I can count.
A.C.: Well then, Joe’s going to pose no threat.
Todd: But Ortega’s okay.
A.C.: So? Just okay? We’re ELITE Todd. We are the cream of the crop. The A-Team of this company. They want ratings, they come to us, not a team with a name like “Second Rate” Davey Ortega is good, but we’re better. Much, much better. Don’t you think you can beat Ortega? I do, and I know I can. This is a walk in the park. Let’s go take our rightful place at the top of the tag team division.
Todd: Yeah, that’s right!
{ I could tell Todd was really pumped. He was nodding. I think he was believing my plan. Now we just have to wait to show the world how good we could be. }[/color]