Post by A.C. Douglas on Feb 3, 2013 6:38:31 GMT -6
Well, as promised, another victory comes, and once again at the expense of that loser, Joe Everyman. Did you doubt I would defeat him? No, I didn't think so. Now that Todd Williams and myself have proven ourselves to be far and above every tag team in this company, it's time we got out just rewards. And, we have. Being superior is something that comes naturally to people like me. Maybe not Todd so much, but he CAN be. That's the beauty of our tag team. You have Todd Williams, a former world champion, who let himself become reduced to nothing but a joke, and myself, the shining example of success. Former glory can be re-captured if done correctly, and Todd is on the path to doing this, if he realizes what I realize: We are simply better. So we can stop acting like any of the wrestlers here are even remotely close to our level. The time has come to simply be the best. No more playing games, dancing around like a clown for your amusement for Todd. No, no. Todd is going to rise like the phoenix from the ashes and become a champion again. I, on the other hand, will continue my rise to being the best thing walking around in NCW.
Tag team wrestling isn't something I pride myself on, but I've carried a few clowns here and there, but I don't need to worry about that with Todd. He outlasted the vast majority of wrestlers here and won the Riot. He's the last ever winner, and will forever hold the record of longest time spent in the match. These flashes of brilliance are what caused me to seek out Todd and choose him as a partner. Because it's been proven that Todd can get it done when it counts. I needed someone with that killer instinct and Todd was that man. You don't become a world champion without it. But Todd is a project. In time, Todd and I will become the most dominant force in NCW, because we have the ability to do so. The old saying goes, "Don't talk about it, be about it." That's what Todd is beginning to understand. To stop toying with all of you watching this and simply dominate. In wrestling, it doesn't matter if you had the best match, or the most high spots, all that matters in winning, and it's something Todd can do, because I've seen him d just that. You all doubted him in the Riot, you doubted his world title reign, you've been doubting him now. But as usual, you armchair quarterbacks will get your plate full of crow when all is said and done. And it all starts with the tag team titles.
Most of, if not all of the tag teams here have either been intimidated, or unequipped to handle Team America. Todd and myself do not fear an old man and his flunky. Why do any of you? Being afraid of this old timer is what's holding all of you back. Gib is a legend. But honestly, how many albums did Frank Sinatra sell last year? The answer is...who cares? Gib has been living on bonus time for the past 20 years, still sucking up the adulation and applause, trying to re-live glory long since past. Most Hall of Fame worthy wrestlers know that when they walk that stage, and take that plaque with their name on it, time's up. You've been recognized for your accomplishments, so here's a watch, now beat it. Get lost. Come back at some anniversary show and let the current generation have their chance. You had yours. But no, not Gibford Famularo. He still needs to hear your cheers and your reckless advice for him to continue when he's well past the point of even putting on a halfway decent performance. It is all of you, clinging to the nostalgia that keeps Gib going. And that, needs to end. And end soon. Because otherwise, Gibford Famularo will wind up DYING in the ring.
And it will be all your fault.
Look at him now. A shell of what he once was. Beaten down by time and multiple injuries. I still don't know how his knees even function and the man used to be a rock solid 280 pounds and now ballooned to over 340 pounds of ugly lard. He can barely walk, and has reduced himself to a pathetic, dirty old man still trying to chase girls has his age. Maybe guys too, I don't really know. Maybe the dementia has finally settled in. I wonder if the man knows what year it is. This is what you've done. All of you are blame for this. This man should be a revered hero and Icon of a generation, who should be able to walk, talk, and sign autographs at VFW halls all across the United States he loves so much. But no, he's still walking down the aisle in 20,000 seat arenas embarrassing himself on a nightly basis. So, you have forced my hand, NCW. You are forcing Todd and myself to euthanize Gibford because you won't let him rest. We have put Gib out to pasture, no matter how much you scream, and yell, and plead, and beg. No more of this nonsense. We have to, for Gibford own good. His time came and went. It's 2013, not 1983. The time has come to end the madness and save Gibford Famularo from not only you, but himself.
You fear that man. You are careful around him, out of fear. My words may be harsh, but they are the truth. You know all this, but refuse to take action because you love him so much. How does that feel Gibford? How does it feel to know the people you represent want you to drop dead in the ring for their amusement? They want you leaping off the top rope, they want you to continue to live in a fantasy world where you're 20 years younger and still have shot. You may have the rest of these morons fooled, but Todd and Myself see right through it. No more games Gibford, it's time to walk away from this game while you only need knee braces. Keep up this foolishness and you'll be in a wheelchair permanently. Do you want that? They do. They want you unable to walk. To run, to do anything besides sit in a chair and remember what you ued to be. I, for one, will not allow that to take place. The first step is to relieve you of your tag team title belt.
You'll thank me tomorrow.
The Tour of WilCo made it clear to me that Todd has all the tools, but has simply forgotten how to use them. The man built and empire and is letting it go to waste. And he surrounds himself with the wrong type of people. Jenny and Crystal are clearly bringing Todd down, as if he is more concerned with their success than his own. In wrestling, you need to look out for number 1. A lesson I've been trying to teach Todd for the past month. Stop trying to leech off the world and rise to the top of it. No continuous use of E.B.T or WIC to get by. Be the success that you know you can be. And I think Todd is starting to get it. Our success has given us a shot at the tag team titles, not our skin color. Winners get all the spoils, not the nice guy.
Todd seems proud with a bring grin on his face, as he showed me around. It looked impressive, but seemingly, it was just a big empty factory that could something special, but instead, is just another ho-hum building in downtown New York. Which is a pity. There should be people walking by this building every day saying "there's WilCo, I wanna work for them." Or "I want to own my own company like Todd Williams." Instead, there's nothing. No one has cared about WilCo for the longest time.
Jenny seemed like a nice enough girl, and it was impressive that she was starlet's champion for 140 days, but she lost it because she became complacent. And that cannot happen. Not with Todd and myself. I hope he realizes this. This is a chance of a lifetime and he shouldn't let it go to waste. I remind Todd of the gym once we get to Miami and he groans, but he knows I'm right, and of course he agreed to meet me there. I'm going to hold him to it because I don't want Todd to fall into the trap again. He already fell in one with having a child out of wedlock. I would call him a deadbeat, but he's not going to be penalized for one misstep in life. Two however, will not be tolerated.
Todd may think I'm being hard on him, and trying to nitpick and find flaws, but I'm not. I'm trying to help him overcome those pitfalls that he usually walk right in to. Being sharp and knowing your surroundings gets you ahead of the game. Todd will learn soon. As I did. It took a while to fully realize just how much better I was, and my sense of fair play and sportsmanship should not become a factor in winning or losing. Everyone cheats. It's how you win. If you are better, than be better. No one remembers second place. It's a lot like a lot of mens careers here.
Winning matters. It's why I am the best at it. That's right, for me, winning is a skill that has come naturally. I do it all the time, because I can. I have run through all my competition, if you want to call it that here so far, and Todd needs to understand that losing needs to become a thing of the past. So does being a run-of-the-mill type of person. The point Todd needs to understand is that 20 years from now, people will have photos of him and they might be of some amazing spot, but in that same photo, will be a match he knows he lost because of it. If that kind of attitude continues, he'll be wearing a flannel vest and milking crowds for cheap pops.
That's not going to be me.
I thank Todd for the tour, and exit the building,and take my rental car back to the airport. No, I will not hail a cab, since they are incompetent drivers who are dangerous and reckless. Plus, I don't want to have to use the periodic table of elements to report him either. I've seen enough strange looking people with horrible attitudes and complete wastes to know how to get around. I drive by several project neighborhoods on my way to JFK and I wonder if they are going to dig themselves out of that whole, or make it bigger. We all have choices, but few act on them. It makes me sad, and angry that most of them will be perfectly happy sitting around a corner store drinking forties and talking about having pride in their "hood." disgusting.
It's too hard to conceal my contempt as I drive, looking for a way out myself. Out of this filth. And into success.
The second part of Team America puzzles me even more than Gibford. Simon Daye has been nothing but a bit player forever, and all of a sudden he's a machine no one can stop? Then again, defeating Joe Everyman time and time again isn't exactly "machine-like" in any way. But here's a man who walks to the ring in his girlfriends t-shirt. And this man is a tag team champion? What a joke. How is it that no one has stopped this man yet? Better yet, how has he not stopped himself? Your work should be half done already. But no, you have allowed this man to walk around with the NCW tag title belt around his waist. A man so whipped that is boggles the mind how he's even able to function. But I think I have figured it out.
Simon Daye, as embarrassing as it is, is now, and will forever be overshadowed by his little girlfriend. And Zelda Knite is another case of a person who was better than everyone, every single starlet on this roster, then lost everything and became...domesticated. How sad is that. And even still, she possess far more talent, charisma, and skill than Simon will ever have in his short, pathetic life. She's already a better dresser, speaker, and obviously speller than Simon. Let alone wrestling ability. And yet, this man has been part of what you consider the greatest tag team in NCW history. The time has come to change all that. Like a dream that we haven't been able to wake up from, we are rising out of bed now. No more dark clouds over the tag team division here. There will be light at the end of the tunnel.
Simon, I'm not going to lie to you, you are a sad, strange, little man, and in some ways, I pity you. I want you to understand that much like Gib, you're time are champion is over. You had an impressive run over the losers, failures, and idiots of the tag team division who looked at you as some kind of mountain, impossible to climb. But Todd and myself do not. Not in any way. You, are nothing but a man who's been in the right spot at the right time. A lucky streak that will run out, as luck always does. Luck isn't a replacement for skill, it's a crutch used by those who are unskilled. And it's coming to an end for you at Metamorphosis. Great run kid, but it's over. And not a moment too soon.
Now, you'll have plenty of time to walk around the house, do the dishes, and make dinner for your girlfriend, because you will no longer be tied up with title defense duties. Maybe once in a while, we'll give you a rematch, but the result will be the same as Sunday in Miami. You, and that fossil are not fit to represent the NCW as it's best tag team. That spot, now belong to the future. Todd Williams and myself. Two young, black, successful men ready to restore a little bit of sanity in an insane world where goofballs and relics can stumble their way to tag team gold.
Success is coming early for me. In only my fourth match, I will attain gold. So NCW, after Todd and myself slay these metaphorical dragons that you have had to call tag team champions for the longest time, will you finally start to realize our skill? Our ability? We are about to take down the best tag team you have, and only make your mountain that much more impossible to climb.
All because we can.
We will expect a parade, roses thrown at our feet, and all the luxaries that come with out victory. As Todd regains his focus and becomes the man he knows he can be, and I continue my rise as the single-fastest rising star in NCW. Team America is about to learn those facts, first hand.
Good night, America.
Tag team wrestling isn't something I pride myself on, but I've carried a few clowns here and there, but I don't need to worry about that with Todd. He outlasted the vast majority of wrestlers here and won the Riot. He's the last ever winner, and will forever hold the record of longest time spent in the match. These flashes of brilliance are what caused me to seek out Todd and choose him as a partner. Because it's been proven that Todd can get it done when it counts. I needed someone with that killer instinct and Todd was that man. You don't become a world champion without it. But Todd is a project. In time, Todd and I will become the most dominant force in NCW, because we have the ability to do so. The old saying goes, "Don't talk about it, be about it." That's what Todd is beginning to understand. To stop toying with all of you watching this and simply dominate. In wrestling, it doesn't matter if you had the best match, or the most high spots, all that matters in winning, and it's something Todd can do, because I've seen him d just that. You all doubted him in the Riot, you doubted his world title reign, you've been doubting him now. But as usual, you armchair quarterbacks will get your plate full of crow when all is said and done. And it all starts with the tag team titles.
Most of, if not all of the tag teams here have either been intimidated, or unequipped to handle Team America. Todd and myself do not fear an old man and his flunky. Why do any of you? Being afraid of this old timer is what's holding all of you back. Gib is a legend. But honestly, how many albums did Frank Sinatra sell last year? The answer is...who cares? Gib has been living on bonus time for the past 20 years, still sucking up the adulation and applause, trying to re-live glory long since past. Most Hall of Fame worthy wrestlers know that when they walk that stage, and take that plaque with their name on it, time's up. You've been recognized for your accomplishments, so here's a watch, now beat it. Get lost. Come back at some anniversary show and let the current generation have their chance. You had yours. But no, not Gibford Famularo. He still needs to hear your cheers and your reckless advice for him to continue when he's well past the point of even putting on a halfway decent performance. It is all of you, clinging to the nostalgia that keeps Gib going. And that, needs to end. And end soon. Because otherwise, Gibford Famularo will wind up DYING in the ring.
And it will be all your fault.
Look at him now. A shell of what he once was. Beaten down by time and multiple injuries. I still don't know how his knees even function and the man used to be a rock solid 280 pounds and now ballooned to over 340 pounds of ugly lard. He can barely walk, and has reduced himself to a pathetic, dirty old man still trying to chase girls has his age. Maybe guys too, I don't really know. Maybe the dementia has finally settled in. I wonder if the man knows what year it is. This is what you've done. All of you are blame for this. This man should be a revered hero and Icon of a generation, who should be able to walk, talk, and sign autographs at VFW halls all across the United States he loves so much. But no, he's still walking down the aisle in 20,000 seat arenas embarrassing himself on a nightly basis. So, you have forced my hand, NCW. You are forcing Todd and myself to euthanize Gibford because you won't let him rest. We have put Gib out to pasture, no matter how much you scream, and yell, and plead, and beg. No more of this nonsense. We have to, for Gibford own good. His time came and went. It's 2013, not 1983. The time has come to end the madness and save Gibford Famularo from not only you, but himself.
You fear that man. You are careful around him, out of fear. My words may be harsh, but they are the truth. You know all this, but refuse to take action because you love him so much. How does that feel Gibford? How does it feel to know the people you represent want you to drop dead in the ring for their amusement? They want you leaping off the top rope, they want you to continue to live in a fantasy world where you're 20 years younger and still have shot. You may have the rest of these morons fooled, but Todd and Myself see right through it. No more games Gibford, it's time to walk away from this game while you only need knee braces. Keep up this foolishness and you'll be in a wheelchair permanently. Do you want that? They do. They want you unable to walk. To run, to do anything besides sit in a chair and remember what you ued to be. I, for one, will not allow that to take place. The first step is to relieve you of your tag team title belt.
You'll thank me tomorrow.
The Tour of WilCo made it clear to me that Todd has all the tools, but has simply forgotten how to use them. The man built and empire and is letting it go to waste. And he surrounds himself with the wrong type of people. Jenny and Crystal are clearly bringing Todd down, as if he is more concerned with their success than his own. In wrestling, you need to look out for number 1. A lesson I've been trying to teach Todd for the past month. Stop trying to leech off the world and rise to the top of it. No continuous use of E.B.T or WIC to get by. Be the success that you know you can be. And I think Todd is starting to get it. Our success has given us a shot at the tag team titles, not our skin color. Winners get all the spoils, not the nice guy.
Todd seems proud with a bring grin on his face, as he showed me around. It looked impressive, but seemingly, it was just a big empty factory that could something special, but instead, is just another ho-hum building in downtown New York. Which is a pity. There should be people walking by this building every day saying "there's WilCo, I wanna work for them." Or "I want to own my own company like Todd Williams." Instead, there's nothing. No one has cared about WilCo for the longest time.
Jenny seemed like a nice enough girl, and it was impressive that she was starlet's champion for 140 days, but she lost it because she became complacent. And that cannot happen. Not with Todd and myself. I hope he realizes this. This is a chance of a lifetime and he shouldn't let it go to waste. I remind Todd of the gym once we get to Miami and he groans, but he knows I'm right, and of course he agreed to meet me there. I'm going to hold him to it because I don't want Todd to fall into the trap again. He already fell in one with having a child out of wedlock. I would call him a deadbeat, but he's not going to be penalized for one misstep in life. Two however, will not be tolerated.
Todd may think I'm being hard on him, and trying to nitpick and find flaws, but I'm not. I'm trying to help him overcome those pitfalls that he usually walk right in to. Being sharp and knowing your surroundings gets you ahead of the game. Todd will learn soon. As I did. It took a while to fully realize just how much better I was, and my sense of fair play and sportsmanship should not become a factor in winning or losing. Everyone cheats. It's how you win. If you are better, than be better. No one remembers second place. It's a lot like a lot of mens careers here.
Winning matters. It's why I am the best at it. That's right, for me, winning is a skill that has come naturally. I do it all the time, because I can. I have run through all my competition, if you want to call it that here so far, and Todd needs to understand that losing needs to become a thing of the past. So does being a run-of-the-mill type of person. The point Todd needs to understand is that 20 years from now, people will have photos of him and they might be of some amazing spot, but in that same photo, will be a match he knows he lost because of it. If that kind of attitude continues, he'll be wearing a flannel vest and milking crowds for cheap pops.
That's not going to be me.
I thank Todd for the tour, and exit the building,and take my rental car back to the airport. No, I will not hail a cab, since they are incompetent drivers who are dangerous and reckless. Plus, I don't want to have to use the periodic table of elements to report him either. I've seen enough strange looking people with horrible attitudes and complete wastes to know how to get around. I drive by several project neighborhoods on my way to JFK and I wonder if they are going to dig themselves out of that whole, or make it bigger. We all have choices, but few act on them. It makes me sad, and angry that most of them will be perfectly happy sitting around a corner store drinking forties and talking about having pride in their "hood." disgusting.
It's too hard to conceal my contempt as I drive, looking for a way out myself. Out of this filth. And into success.
The second part of Team America puzzles me even more than Gibford. Simon Daye has been nothing but a bit player forever, and all of a sudden he's a machine no one can stop? Then again, defeating Joe Everyman time and time again isn't exactly "machine-like" in any way. But here's a man who walks to the ring in his girlfriends t-shirt. And this man is a tag team champion? What a joke. How is it that no one has stopped this man yet? Better yet, how has he not stopped himself? Your work should be half done already. But no, you have allowed this man to walk around with the NCW tag title belt around his waist. A man so whipped that is boggles the mind how he's even able to function. But I think I have figured it out.
Simon Daye, as embarrassing as it is, is now, and will forever be overshadowed by his little girlfriend. And Zelda Knite is another case of a person who was better than everyone, every single starlet on this roster, then lost everything and became...domesticated. How sad is that. And even still, she possess far more talent, charisma, and skill than Simon will ever have in his short, pathetic life. She's already a better dresser, speaker, and obviously speller than Simon. Let alone wrestling ability. And yet, this man has been part of what you consider the greatest tag team in NCW history. The time has come to change all that. Like a dream that we haven't been able to wake up from, we are rising out of bed now. No more dark clouds over the tag team division here. There will be light at the end of the tunnel.
Simon, I'm not going to lie to you, you are a sad, strange, little man, and in some ways, I pity you. I want you to understand that much like Gib, you're time are champion is over. You had an impressive run over the losers, failures, and idiots of the tag team division who looked at you as some kind of mountain, impossible to climb. But Todd and myself do not. Not in any way. You, are nothing but a man who's been in the right spot at the right time. A lucky streak that will run out, as luck always does. Luck isn't a replacement for skill, it's a crutch used by those who are unskilled. And it's coming to an end for you at Metamorphosis. Great run kid, but it's over. And not a moment too soon.
Now, you'll have plenty of time to walk around the house, do the dishes, and make dinner for your girlfriend, because you will no longer be tied up with title defense duties. Maybe once in a while, we'll give you a rematch, but the result will be the same as Sunday in Miami. You, and that fossil are not fit to represent the NCW as it's best tag team. That spot, now belong to the future. Todd Williams and myself. Two young, black, successful men ready to restore a little bit of sanity in an insane world where goofballs and relics can stumble their way to tag team gold.
Success is coming early for me. In only my fourth match, I will attain gold. So NCW, after Todd and myself slay these metaphorical dragons that you have had to call tag team champions for the longest time, will you finally start to realize our skill? Our ability? We are about to take down the best tag team you have, and only make your mountain that much more impossible to climb.
All because we can.
We will expect a parade, roses thrown at our feet, and all the luxaries that come with out victory. As Todd regains his focus and becomes the man he knows he can be, and I continue my rise as the single-fastest rising star in NCW. Team America is about to learn those facts, first hand.
Good night, America.