Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2013 5:19:52 GMT -6
Honestly Will, I could sit here and listen to you blabber on incoherently all day but some of us have better things to do with our time than digest the reasons why you feel you are owed something you’ve never been good enough to earn.
The fact is that no matter what you have to say nothing will justify the pompous sense of entitlement you’re beginning to develop based off the back of a victory over a deluded psychopath.
If anything you’re beginning the amalgamate into a Mike Laszlo Mk II and believe me, considering the fact I squashed the original model three times in a row, the world doesn’t want or need an upgraded version with all the extra egotistical tassels it entails.
You place yourself up high on a pedestal with very little to support you in your unnatural state, you anoint yourself as the saviour of NCW from the terrible menace that is Roberto Verona and you declare yourself heir elect to the throne. All of this is well beyond your station Will, even as a number one contender you are not entitled by virtue of that title to start getting ideas which are well beyond your capacity to fulfil.
Win, draw or lose you will not end the “tyranny” of Roberto Verona over this company, with or without my belt, regardless of its importance to me, I will still be here, on top and in charge.
A defeat to you, just like a hypothetical and entirely mythical defeat to Laszlo doesn’t hold the power to remove from my position at the head of this company with Kelly Fox. Contractually, I am an immovable object and frankly, as her well respected colleague a friend, she has no reason to discard of me even if she could based purely on the result of one solitary wrestling match. She may be a woman, but she’s not that indecisive.
The only thing any potential victory may achieve is preventing me from becoming the most dominant champion in history, and quite frankly, I will not allow that to happen.
My security as Kelly’s partner is unquestionable, so as much as you may wish to proclaim your mission to be a noble endeavour that you’ll just so happen to also profit massively from, it is one you’re doomed to fail. There is nothing you can do this weekend to sever the ties between me and Kelly Fox, and in truth there isn’t a damn thing you can do to sever me from the NCW World Championship either.
I’ve nothing to fear from you Will, your career is a catalogue of failures and near misses which evoke more pity than terror. In your entire time here you’ve achieved nothing exceptional, you’ve muddled along aimlessly without purpose wrestling whoever was tossed your way until you decided to pick on somebody weaker than you.
This time you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
For all your bold claims, you’ve got no pedigree to back them up, you’re like mutton dressed as lamb. You talk a good game, just like many men who’ve lined themselves up and convinced themselves of their own superiority over me, but just like them all you offer to the table are hollow threats and empty promises which you cannot possibly fulfil. You told the world that you needed to beat Nathan Webb to save this company from me, but you cannot succeed in that promise.
There’s simply nothing remarkable about you that suggests you can go above and beyond to accomplish you lofty goals.
You’re just an average veteran of this company with a poor singles record that says more than I ever could about ability to get the job done when it really matters. You’ve spent most of your career riding other peoples coattails and bullying people with physical incapacities or who were mentally handicapped by their malaise and acting as if these victories are not only symbols of your talent, but actually morally justifiable.
Nothing you have done, in your entire spell in this company, suggests you have a hope in hell of accomplishing any of your ambitions this weekend. You won’t be redeeming yourself for past failures, you’ll simply be adding another to your long list of poor results. You won’t be getting rid of me and you won’t be saving anyone from anything, not even the rest of the world having to endure the pain of watching a man’s dreams get shattered live on pay per view.
The only thing you will inspire this weekend is pity.
But all is not lost, Willy, because in your failure you become a part of something greater. You’ll be another footnote on my path to immortality and perhaps that will be your greatest achievement when it comes time for you to finally do us all a favour and hang up your boots.
Nobody will remember you as a former World Champion, least not whilst I have the belt, but everyone will remember you as one of the men I roundly defeated to take another step closer to becoming the most successful champion of all time. When people think of Will Washington they will think of you as the opponent in my fourth title defence, which may at least mask your inadequacy just a little.
But I’m not a miracle worker, I can’t erase it completely.
Whatever you feel may transpire this weekend, Will, the simple answer is that unless it is “I will lose to Roberto Verona” than any conclusion you manage to reach is factually erroneous. Perhaps you will redeem yourself by putting on a valiant display, but it will not earn you the gold that has proven so elusive.
Only one of us can be the champion once Crossroads come to a close and unfortunately for you, that man will be me.
There will be no fairytale ending for the resourceful dreamer who just wants to feel acceptance after years of being shunned for his repeated failures. Barad-Dur will not collapse and the evil forces of Kelly and myself will not scatter to the shadows. The world title will not be changing hands, no matter how much you say your prayers, drink your milk and eat your vitamins.
Fate is a harsh mistress, and you will fail to seduce her William.
And the break up will be a bitch.
You know Willy, I’m actually beginning to look forward to this weekend.
For weeks now it feels like I’ve either been buried in paperwork or laid out on a beach somewhere recovering from my rather violent encounter with Mike Laszlo last month, I’d almost forgotten the distinct pleasure of beating another man’s spirit out of him and watching his joy seep out of his eyes.
Almost.
Look, I get it, this is your big opportunity to prove everybody wrong and let’s face it, it isn’t often that a guy like you will get a chance to wrestle a guy like me for the most prestigious title in the company, but this isn’t a cute little story where you get to chase away all the demons.
This is merely my next step on the road to becoming the greatest NCW World Champion of all time. Something very few men ever get the opportunity to achieve, not even my erstwhile ally Xander Famularo managed to surpass the records set by Adam Knite, Falcon and Lance Ryan. Whilst many would be delighted with the reign I have enjoyed so far on their résumé, I have set myself an ambition and I have every intention of fulfilling it.
Regardless of whether or not that spoils your plans.
Sometimes a man just has to accept there are bigger things at stakes than his happiness. This company has an opportunity to witness greatness, to line up another name alongside the hallowed names of old and count its blessing that it has one of the greatest wrestlers of all time on its payroll.
I can’t allow to this be jeopardised so you get your little moment in the sun.
Your personal gain should not come at the expense of this company’s potential gain. For months we have been searching for somebody to step up and fill the void left by Steve Awesome, who is quite rightly settled firmly in the midcard, Adam Knite, Rob Diamond, Falcon, Charlie Velex and other mainstays in the main event scene and beyond Xander Famularo there was nobody suitable enough to enter that gap.
Until now.
You’re all witnessing something very special, the coming of age of one of the most amazing talents in the history of this business. Whether you want to accept it or not, I am, much like Xander, a once in a lifetime talent. I can do things inside that ring and achieve things out of it that only a few of you could ever dream of doing. I’m not just a wrestler, I am a marketing departments dream.
I spend every weekend inside that ring, breaking my body for the entertainment of a crowd of people who want to see my blood spilled but unlike you, I don’t just go home and train for the rest of the week.
I go to countless radios shows, numberless talks show and media events, I spend hours promoting NCW at conventions and doing interviews for wrestling magazines. Then, when I am through doing that I sit in an office in NCW headquarters doing mind numbingly tedious paperwork just to ensure guys like you are being treated fairly, that corruption and ineffective administrative models are been phased out all for your benefit. I spend days trying to fight for your rights and improve your conditions.
Then, if I am lucky, I get to go home for a few hours, spend time with my girlfriend and if I’ve been really good, sleep for a couple of hours before I get up and do it all again. Hell, once I finish filming this I’ll be climbing on a plane to fly over to wrestle you at Crossroads and perform the usual public relations duties at every pay per view.
And I do it all with the same passion I put into wrestling men like you on a weekly basis.
People continually question my commitment, they make me out to be some kind of monster because of the character I play on a television show and they continue to cast dispersions on my characters, but how many of you stop to look at how many times my name is on your paycheques?
When you roll up into the arena with a hangover, how many of you sit and wonder why your locker rooms are kitted out with the latest fitness equipment manned by personal trainers? Who do you think finds you hotels conveniently placed right next to the arena to reduce your travelling time once you’ve arrived? Why do you think we now employ a vast team of psychiatrists to help you through the darker moments of your careers?
Everything you have to be thankful for, is down to me and Kelly Fox.
****, even the opportunity you have this weekend to fight the biggest match of your career is thanks to my partner deciding to book you in a number one contenders match because she admired your balls for sticking up to her.
I’ve worked my ass off to the bone for this company and beyond a few thanks yous from the CEO from time to time, I’ve gotten nothing in return for it.
Nothing, that is except my NCW World Championship.
This belt means more to me than any of you could ever possibly imagine and I will go to any lengths necessary to retain it. This symbolises the gratitude this company has for my endeavour and the thanks it wishes to bestow upon me for my continual hard work. It also embodies the absolute God given talent I have inside that ring and on that microphone.
I am not the NCW World Champion because I kissed Kelly’s ass.
I’m the champ because I am the best professional wrestler in the business today with few equals. I’ve earned my shot at immortality, I’ve earned my opportunity to go down in history as the single best world champion ever in the history of this company and I’ve earned the right to say that I am never going to relinquish this belt until it has fulfilled its purpose to me.
So bring all of that bravado, bring your dreams and your prayers because when the day comes that we stand in the middle of the ring to fight for the biggest prize in this company none of it will matter.
I’m walking into Crossroads as the NCW World Champion and I’m walking back out as the champion.
Not because this is my job, not because I am so far up my own ass I can’t accept other talent when I see it but because this is my reward for everything I’ve invested into New Championship Wrestling. I deserve to be the world champion, no matter what people might whisper under their breath about me and there isn’t a chance in hell that I am going to give this up until I have gone down in history.
To be remembered for eternity.
Bring everything you’ve got Will, it simply won’t be enough to stop me.
Viva La Révolution.
The fact is that no matter what you have to say nothing will justify the pompous sense of entitlement you’re beginning to develop based off the back of a victory over a deluded psychopath.
If anything you’re beginning the amalgamate into a Mike Laszlo Mk II and believe me, considering the fact I squashed the original model three times in a row, the world doesn’t want or need an upgraded version with all the extra egotistical tassels it entails.
You place yourself up high on a pedestal with very little to support you in your unnatural state, you anoint yourself as the saviour of NCW from the terrible menace that is Roberto Verona and you declare yourself heir elect to the throne. All of this is well beyond your station Will, even as a number one contender you are not entitled by virtue of that title to start getting ideas which are well beyond your capacity to fulfil.
Win, draw or lose you will not end the “tyranny” of Roberto Verona over this company, with or without my belt, regardless of its importance to me, I will still be here, on top and in charge.
A defeat to you, just like a hypothetical and entirely mythical defeat to Laszlo doesn’t hold the power to remove from my position at the head of this company with Kelly Fox. Contractually, I am an immovable object and frankly, as her well respected colleague a friend, she has no reason to discard of me even if she could based purely on the result of one solitary wrestling match. She may be a woman, but she’s not that indecisive.
The only thing any potential victory may achieve is preventing me from becoming the most dominant champion in history, and quite frankly, I will not allow that to happen.
My security as Kelly’s partner is unquestionable, so as much as you may wish to proclaim your mission to be a noble endeavour that you’ll just so happen to also profit massively from, it is one you’re doomed to fail. There is nothing you can do this weekend to sever the ties between me and Kelly Fox, and in truth there isn’t a damn thing you can do to sever me from the NCW World Championship either.
I’ve nothing to fear from you Will, your career is a catalogue of failures and near misses which evoke more pity than terror. In your entire time here you’ve achieved nothing exceptional, you’ve muddled along aimlessly without purpose wrestling whoever was tossed your way until you decided to pick on somebody weaker than you.
This time you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
For all your bold claims, you’ve got no pedigree to back them up, you’re like mutton dressed as lamb. You talk a good game, just like many men who’ve lined themselves up and convinced themselves of their own superiority over me, but just like them all you offer to the table are hollow threats and empty promises which you cannot possibly fulfil. You told the world that you needed to beat Nathan Webb to save this company from me, but you cannot succeed in that promise.
There’s simply nothing remarkable about you that suggests you can go above and beyond to accomplish you lofty goals.
You’re just an average veteran of this company with a poor singles record that says more than I ever could about ability to get the job done when it really matters. You’ve spent most of your career riding other peoples coattails and bullying people with physical incapacities or who were mentally handicapped by their malaise and acting as if these victories are not only symbols of your talent, but actually morally justifiable.
Nothing you have done, in your entire spell in this company, suggests you have a hope in hell of accomplishing any of your ambitions this weekend. You won’t be redeeming yourself for past failures, you’ll simply be adding another to your long list of poor results. You won’t be getting rid of me and you won’t be saving anyone from anything, not even the rest of the world having to endure the pain of watching a man’s dreams get shattered live on pay per view.
The only thing you will inspire this weekend is pity.
But all is not lost, Willy, because in your failure you become a part of something greater. You’ll be another footnote on my path to immortality and perhaps that will be your greatest achievement when it comes time for you to finally do us all a favour and hang up your boots.
Nobody will remember you as a former World Champion, least not whilst I have the belt, but everyone will remember you as one of the men I roundly defeated to take another step closer to becoming the most successful champion of all time. When people think of Will Washington they will think of you as the opponent in my fourth title defence, which may at least mask your inadequacy just a little.
But I’m not a miracle worker, I can’t erase it completely.
Whatever you feel may transpire this weekend, Will, the simple answer is that unless it is “I will lose to Roberto Verona” than any conclusion you manage to reach is factually erroneous. Perhaps you will redeem yourself by putting on a valiant display, but it will not earn you the gold that has proven so elusive.
Only one of us can be the champion once Crossroads come to a close and unfortunately for you, that man will be me.
There will be no fairytale ending for the resourceful dreamer who just wants to feel acceptance after years of being shunned for his repeated failures. Barad-Dur will not collapse and the evil forces of Kelly and myself will not scatter to the shadows. The world title will not be changing hands, no matter how much you say your prayers, drink your milk and eat your vitamins.
Fate is a harsh mistress, and you will fail to seduce her William.
And the break up will be a bitch.
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Kelly Fox sits on her large leather chair in her extravagant living room, her legs draped over one arm as she relaxes, a collection of servants dashing around satisfying her every whim. She beckons one over, requesting a glass of some form of alcohol which he promptly delivers, realising that haste is his best chance of avoiding her wrath. Taking a long sip Kelly lets out a satisfied breathe before suddenly perking up as she spots Roberto Verona and his two armed associates walking towards her. Sitting up straight Kelly points to a chair opposite.
Ah, Roberto, please have a seat.
Kelly beckons towards the two strangers, leading them with her hand to two seats either side of Verona.
And you two as well.
Neither move an inch as Verona looks at them both.
They prefer to stand, if it’s all the same.
Well, you really do have them house trained don’t you Roberto.
It’s no good having subordinates who don’t follow orders.
Too right. How’s Hannah, I trust she enjoyed your holiday?
Kelly leans back and takes a sip of her drink.
She never complains about free trips to Italy, just about coming back.
Well, I hope you feel refreshed, you’ve got a big match this weekend.
I’ve got it covered, you know me, I’m always prepared.
That’s partly what I wanted to speak to you about…
Kelly’s voice shakes hesitantly briefly before regaining its composure.
What?
Are you really prepared?
Of course I am, it’s Will Washington not the reanimated corpse of Godzilla.
I know but you’ve been investing yourself into the everyday running of this place a lot recently and I am a little worried it is diverting your focus away from your career.
Roberto sighs, rubbing his face which aches from the fatigue of overwork.
This is what I signed up for.
Is it? I mean, yeah, working together, but at the expense of your in ring duties?
Don’t worry, I took a break to let the other guys shine a little and to recover from my cell match, I’m good to go.
Well…..if you’re sure.
Roberto stares sternly at Kelly.
I’m sure.
Ok, I won’t step on your toes anymore, I just wanted to make sure. Now, down to business.
Kelly’s demeanour quickly shifts from cautious to bubbly as her eyes light up and she sits up giddily, an excitement rushing through her.
This weekend, I want to cause a little chaos and make things interesting.
Chaos is fine by me.
I know your friends have had a little break, but I think it’s about time they made their presence felt again.
Just remember they’re mine to command…
Oh, no, absolutely. I was hoping we could avoid them becoming involved in your match, that’s far too predictable.
I agree, besides I have that covered.
Quite. So I thought we could find some new targets, people who need to be taught to respect authority.
Sounds like a good idea to me, people will think we’ve gotten complacent.
Exactly.
Did you have anybody in mind?
I’ll leave that up to you, I trust your judgement.
I’m touched.
Let’s just make sure in the next few weeks people remember who runs this place, I’d hate to think that a few well-earned weeks of for the both of us would give anybody the wrong idea about their position in this company.
I’m sure there’ll always be somebody stupid enough to speak up.
And we’ll always have a boot to put them back down, right?
Of course, I’m in this for the long haul.
I’m glad to hear it, we’re a good team.
Naturally, Beauty, Braun and Brains, what could possibly go wrong?
You’ve still got a penchant for flatter.
Who said you weren’t the braun?
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Kelly Fox sits on her large leather chair in her extravagant living room, her legs draped over one arm as she relaxes, a collection of servants dashing around satisfying her every whim. She beckons one over, requesting a glass of some form of alcohol which he promptly delivers, realising that haste is his best chance of avoiding her wrath. Taking a long sip Kelly lets out a satisfied breathe before suddenly perking up as she spots Roberto Verona and his two armed associates walking towards her. Sitting up straight Kelly points to a chair opposite.
Ah, Roberto, please have a seat.
Kelly beckons towards the two strangers, leading them with her hand to two seats either side of Verona.
And you two as well.
Neither move an inch as Verona looks at them both.
They prefer to stand, if it’s all the same.
Well, you really do have them house trained don’t you Roberto.
It’s no good having subordinates who don’t follow orders.
Too right. How’s Hannah, I trust she enjoyed your holiday?
Kelly leans back and takes a sip of her drink.
She never complains about free trips to Italy, just about coming back.
Well, I hope you feel refreshed, you’ve got a big match this weekend.
I’ve got it covered, you know me, I’m always prepared.
That’s partly what I wanted to speak to you about…
Kelly’s voice shakes hesitantly briefly before regaining its composure.
What?
Are you really prepared?
Of course I am, it’s Will Washington not the reanimated corpse of Godzilla.
I know but you’ve been investing yourself into the everyday running of this place a lot recently and I am a little worried it is diverting your focus away from your career.
Roberto sighs, rubbing his face which aches from the fatigue of overwork.
This is what I signed up for.
Is it? I mean, yeah, working together, but at the expense of your in ring duties?
Don’t worry, I took a break to let the other guys shine a little and to recover from my cell match, I’m good to go.
Well…..if you’re sure.
Roberto stares sternly at Kelly.
I’m sure.
Ok, I won’t step on your toes anymore, I just wanted to make sure. Now, down to business.
Kelly’s demeanour quickly shifts from cautious to bubbly as her eyes light up and she sits up giddily, an excitement rushing through her.
This weekend, I want to cause a little chaos and make things interesting.
Chaos is fine by me.
I know your friends have had a little break, but I think it’s about time they made their presence felt again.
Just remember they’re mine to command…
Oh, no, absolutely. I was hoping we could avoid them becoming involved in your match, that’s far too predictable.
I agree, besides I have that covered.
Quite. So I thought we could find some new targets, people who need to be taught to respect authority.
Sounds like a good idea to me, people will think we’ve gotten complacent.
Exactly.
Did you have anybody in mind?
I’ll leave that up to you, I trust your judgement.
I’m touched.
Let’s just make sure in the next few weeks people remember who runs this place, I’d hate to think that a few well-earned weeks of for the both of us would give anybody the wrong idea about their position in this company.
I’m sure there’ll always be somebody stupid enough to speak up.
And we’ll always have a boot to put them back down, right?
Of course, I’m in this for the long haul.
I’m glad to hear it, we’re a good team.
Naturally, Beauty, Braun and Brains, what could possibly go wrong?
You’ve still got a penchant for flatter.
Who said you weren’t the braun?
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You know Willy, I’m actually beginning to look forward to this weekend.
For weeks now it feels like I’ve either been buried in paperwork or laid out on a beach somewhere recovering from my rather violent encounter with Mike Laszlo last month, I’d almost forgotten the distinct pleasure of beating another man’s spirit out of him and watching his joy seep out of his eyes.
Almost.
Look, I get it, this is your big opportunity to prove everybody wrong and let’s face it, it isn’t often that a guy like you will get a chance to wrestle a guy like me for the most prestigious title in the company, but this isn’t a cute little story where you get to chase away all the demons.
This is merely my next step on the road to becoming the greatest NCW World Champion of all time. Something very few men ever get the opportunity to achieve, not even my erstwhile ally Xander Famularo managed to surpass the records set by Adam Knite, Falcon and Lance Ryan. Whilst many would be delighted with the reign I have enjoyed so far on their résumé, I have set myself an ambition and I have every intention of fulfilling it.
Regardless of whether or not that spoils your plans.
Sometimes a man just has to accept there are bigger things at stakes than his happiness. This company has an opportunity to witness greatness, to line up another name alongside the hallowed names of old and count its blessing that it has one of the greatest wrestlers of all time on its payroll.
I can’t allow to this be jeopardised so you get your little moment in the sun.
Your personal gain should not come at the expense of this company’s potential gain. For months we have been searching for somebody to step up and fill the void left by Steve Awesome, who is quite rightly settled firmly in the midcard, Adam Knite, Rob Diamond, Falcon, Charlie Velex and other mainstays in the main event scene and beyond Xander Famularo there was nobody suitable enough to enter that gap.
Until now.
You’re all witnessing something very special, the coming of age of one of the most amazing talents in the history of this business. Whether you want to accept it or not, I am, much like Xander, a once in a lifetime talent. I can do things inside that ring and achieve things out of it that only a few of you could ever dream of doing. I’m not just a wrestler, I am a marketing departments dream.
I spend every weekend inside that ring, breaking my body for the entertainment of a crowd of people who want to see my blood spilled but unlike you, I don’t just go home and train for the rest of the week.
I go to countless radios shows, numberless talks show and media events, I spend hours promoting NCW at conventions and doing interviews for wrestling magazines. Then, when I am through doing that I sit in an office in NCW headquarters doing mind numbingly tedious paperwork just to ensure guys like you are being treated fairly, that corruption and ineffective administrative models are been phased out all for your benefit. I spend days trying to fight for your rights and improve your conditions.
Then, if I am lucky, I get to go home for a few hours, spend time with my girlfriend and if I’ve been really good, sleep for a couple of hours before I get up and do it all again. Hell, once I finish filming this I’ll be climbing on a plane to fly over to wrestle you at Crossroads and perform the usual public relations duties at every pay per view.
And I do it all with the same passion I put into wrestling men like you on a weekly basis.
People continually question my commitment, they make me out to be some kind of monster because of the character I play on a television show and they continue to cast dispersions on my characters, but how many of you stop to look at how many times my name is on your paycheques?
When you roll up into the arena with a hangover, how many of you sit and wonder why your locker rooms are kitted out with the latest fitness equipment manned by personal trainers? Who do you think finds you hotels conveniently placed right next to the arena to reduce your travelling time once you’ve arrived? Why do you think we now employ a vast team of psychiatrists to help you through the darker moments of your careers?
Everything you have to be thankful for, is down to me and Kelly Fox.
****, even the opportunity you have this weekend to fight the biggest match of your career is thanks to my partner deciding to book you in a number one contenders match because she admired your balls for sticking up to her.
I’ve worked my ass off to the bone for this company and beyond a few thanks yous from the CEO from time to time, I’ve gotten nothing in return for it.
Nothing, that is except my NCW World Championship.
This belt means more to me than any of you could ever possibly imagine and I will go to any lengths necessary to retain it. This symbolises the gratitude this company has for my endeavour and the thanks it wishes to bestow upon me for my continual hard work. It also embodies the absolute God given talent I have inside that ring and on that microphone.
I am not the NCW World Champion because I kissed Kelly’s ass.
I’m the champ because I am the best professional wrestler in the business today with few equals. I’ve earned my shot at immortality, I’ve earned my opportunity to go down in history as the single best world champion ever in the history of this company and I’ve earned the right to say that I am never going to relinquish this belt until it has fulfilled its purpose to me.
So bring all of that bravado, bring your dreams and your prayers because when the day comes that we stand in the middle of the ring to fight for the biggest prize in this company none of it will matter.
I’m walking into Crossroads as the NCW World Champion and I’m walking back out as the champion.
Not because this is my job, not because I am so far up my own ass I can’t accept other talent when I see it but because this is my reward for everything I’ve invested into New Championship Wrestling. I deserve to be the world champion, no matter what people might whisper under their breath about me and there isn’t a chance in hell that I am going to give this up until I have gone down in history.
To be remembered for eternity.
Bring everything you’ve got Will, it simply won’t be enough to stop me.
Viva La Révolution.
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The rain lashes down heavily as the figure of a man darts from his car as quickly as he possibly can to the front door of his house, refilling through his pockets in search of his keys. Raising a briefcase above his head to protect himself from the rain he fumbles through his pockets before finally producing a set of keys which he uses to force his way quickly into the building. As he enters the house it is revealed that he is none other than Roberto Verona, drenched from head to toe as he wearily squelches towards his girlfriend Hannah Reed who is sat in the living room. Verona slings his briefcase onto a chair nearby and slumps heavily into the sofa, sinking into it as it wraps around the contours of his body. Hannah shuffles across to join him as Roberto lets out an exhausted groan.
It’s been a long week.
Perhaps, but now comes the fun part.
What, kicking Will’s head off of his shoulders?
I was thinking more the weekend away and the inevitable celebration on Monday, but sure that works.
It’ll be good to work out my pent up stress, it’s frustrating being out of the ring so long.
You’re only human Roberto, you fell of a frickin’ Cell four weeks ago, you deserved a light schedule. Besides, you said it yourself, it gave other guys the chance to shine for a bit, just like you wanted.
True.
Now stay still down before I have to restrain you.
Yes ma’am.
Roberto wraps an arm around Hannah and pulls her in closer, kissing her on the forehead before looking down at her.
Where’s Jess? It’s eerily quiet.
She’s at my Dad’s.
Verona cocks and eyebrow in surprise.
Voluntarily?
Yep, he’s taking her shopping for new ring attire.
He’s finally coming round to the idea that she wants to be a wrestler?
More he found photos of her online and he disagrees with her choice of clothing.
Whatever gets them talking again I guess.
It could be worse, he could be taking you shopping.
The only invitation I received from your father was for a hunting trip and I don’t think that was planned to be a return ticket on my part.
That’s not true….
Verona looks at her, causing her to roll her eyes and concede.
Ok, fine, it probably is.
I honestly wasn’t overly keen on been buried, I get enough of that at work.
Ha ha, very clever. Let’s just be grateful they’re on speaking terms and leave them to it, I’ll no doubt have to hear how much I am allowing her morals to decay whilst she’s living her with me.
That shipped sailed a long time ago.
I’m not sure there ever was a ship.
Hannah suddenly pulls herself up, sitting just beside Roberto before turning an placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Listen, I’m going to have a bath, why don’t you join me?
That sounds…
Just before he finishes his sentence the familiar sounds of his phone ringing interrupts the bar as Roberto closes his eyes and sighs.
Rain check?
I’ll be a while, join me later.
Hannah leans in and kisses Roberto on the lips before lifting herself up and exiting the room. Roberto presses a few buttons on his phone and raises it to his ear, doing his best to put on a neutral tone.
Xander, what can I do for you?
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I’m glad to hear your father is getting on so well with his Doctor.
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I’m sorry you weren’t booked, but I felt you deserved a week off as much I do once in a while.
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I’ll see what I can do, no it won’t happen again.
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Ok, look the signal isn’t great I’m going to have to-……
Verona suddenly abruptly hangs up his phone and lets out a deep sigh, then he turns and looks down the corridor where Hannah exited and smiles.
Take a bath.
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The rain lashes down heavily as the figure of a man darts from his car as quickly as he possibly can to the front door of his house, refilling through his pockets in search of his keys. Raising a briefcase above his head to protect himself from the rain he fumbles through his pockets before finally producing a set of keys which he uses to force his way quickly into the building. As he enters the house it is revealed that he is none other than Roberto Verona, drenched from head to toe as he wearily squelches towards his girlfriend Hannah Reed who is sat in the living room. Verona slings his briefcase onto a chair nearby and slumps heavily into the sofa, sinking into it as it wraps around the contours of his body. Hannah shuffles across to join him as Roberto lets out an exhausted groan.
It’s been a long week.
Perhaps, but now comes the fun part.
What, kicking Will’s head off of his shoulders?
I was thinking more the weekend away and the inevitable celebration on Monday, but sure that works.
It’ll be good to work out my pent up stress, it’s frustrating being out of the ring so long.
You’re only human Roberto, you fell of a frickin’ Cell four weeks ago, you deserved a light schedule. Besides, you said it yourself, it gave other guys the chance to shine for a bit, just like you wanted.
True.
Now stay still down before I have to restrain you.
Yes ma’am.
Roberto wraps an arm around Hannah and pulls her in closer, kissing her on the forehead before looking down at her.
Where’s Jess? It’s eerily quiet.
She’s at my Dad’s.
Verona cocks and eyebrow in surprise.
Voluntarily?
Yep, he’s taking her shopping for new ring attire.
He’s finally coming round to the idea that she wants to be a wrestler?
More he found photos of her online and he disagrees with her choice of clothing.
Whatever gets them talking again I guess.
It could be worse, he could be taking you shopping.
The only invitation I received from your father was for a hunting trip and I don’t think that was planned to be a return ticket on my part.
That’s not true….
Verona looks at her, causing her to roll her eyes and concede.
Ok, fine, it probably is.
I honestly wasn’t overly keen on been buried, I get enough of that at work.
Ha ha, very clever. Let’s just be grateful they’re on speaking terms and leave them to it, I’ll no doubt have to hear how much I am allowing her morals to decay whilst she’s living her with me.
That shipped sailed a long time ago.
I’m not sure there ever was a ship.
Hannah suddenly pulls herself up, sitting just beside Roberto before turning an placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Listen, I’m going to have a bath, why don’t you join me?
That sounds…
Just before he finishes his sentence the familiar sounds of his phone ringing interrupts the bar as Roberto closes his eyes and sighs.
Rain check?
I’ll be a while, join me later.
Hannah leans in and kisses Roberto on the lips before lifting herself up and exiting the room. Roberto presses a few buttons on his phone and raises it to his ear, doing his best to put on a neutral tone.
Xander, what can I do for you?
…………….
I’m glad to hear your father is getting on so well with his Doctor.
…………….
I’m sorry you weren’t booked, but I felt you deserved a week off as much I do once in a while.
…………….
I’ll see what I can do, no it won’t happen again.
…………….
Ok, look the signal isn’t great I’m going to have to-……
Verona suddenly abruptly hangs up his phone and lets out a deep sigh, then he turns and looks down the corridor where Hannah exited and smiles.
Take a bath.
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