Post by A.C. Douglas on Apr 13, 2013 22:01:05 GMT -6
If I knew it was going to be this easy, I would have gone after this from the start.
I suppose that I should be upset. I know now Todd and I have earned our tag title re-match, and now we're not getting them. No, we've been replaced by two washed up losers who have come back, crawling out of the proverbial woodwork to attempt to recapture lost glory. Which seems to be what everyone wants to do all of a sudden. All these past so-called "superstars" coming out of nowhere. It's sad, since the company is now going under. Would have been nice about two months ago. But no, everyone wants to come around now to suck up all the glory. It's sad.
But, in one shining display of brilliance, Kelly Fox decided to make this coliseum about something else, other than aging stars. This coliseum is about those who have not ever been the world champion. Those men who are desperate to climb the mountain they never climbed. And those men who had their shot and failed. And, the moment of brilliance was when I was added to that group. I mean, seriously, did any of you expect anything less? Did I not warrant a shot at a title. I pinned hall of famers. I dominated the X-champion. There was no more logical choice in this match than me. Add that to the fact that now, this match is now 10 times more interesting. Who in the world wanted to watch Joe Everyman and Alex Jones battle to see who could keep their head above water slightly longer. I mean, this is almost insulting. Joe Everyman and Shane Hunt? Been there, beat that. Seth Evans? Who? Alex Jones? Pfft. Come on. And the incredible shrinking man Mike Laszlo? This match was about to stink out the joint, even with the Coliseum being around this. A virtual who's who of losers, misfits and reprobates. Now, with me in the ring, you at least have a reason to order this show.
I mean, I crushed Joe Everyman with ease. I spoiled Shane Hunt's mildly entertaining return. I can run circles around Seth Evans, and I can do in one shot what Mike Laslzo couldn't do in three. This is a proverbial walk in the park for me. I am without a doubt, the most promising, the most talented, the most skilled. I am the best wrestler, nay, the best athlete, nay, the best PERSON in this company bar none. And just like every other time, those who continue to doubt me will be served a giant plate of crow when I walk out of Sovereign, the Gladiator. I mean, it's not like there's much competition here anyway. Who even compares to someone like me? The answer, is none of these men. Joe Everyman had his day, but that was many years ago, and now the man has to convince himself he even has a chance. Alex Jones hasn't done anything of note in the past 3 years. Shane Hunt is a no-talent. Seth Evans doesn't deserve to be here, and everyone is already tired of Mike Laszlo coming up to the plate just to strike out over and over. I almost pity the man. Good cuts out there slugger. One of these days you'll make contact with the ball.
I know these men would love to walk in to this match on Sunday and realize their dreams of finally doing something that people will remember. I know they'd love a dance with the big time. I at least say they got the last shot at the NCW World title. But sadly, these dreamers will have to wake up to my reality. The reality where they just don't cut it when they have an opponent of my stature. A specimen of my magnitude. I have yet to find a single opponent who can even last more than 9 minutes in the ring with me without huffing and puffing, without looking like a chump. Everyone who has crossed my path, has fallen, with almost effortless ease. And this match, of course, will be no different. What, is Alex Jones going to sneak in the back door without complaining for 20 minutes about the match anyway? Is Joe Everyman finally going to win something that will overlook all his losses. Will Seth Evans actually remember that he at one time actually mattered? Honestly, none of these things even have a remote chance of happening here. You know this, I know this. It's a forgone conclusion here. It's not hard to see what's in front of your faces.
I am the diamond of this company. I am the single best thing to grace an NCW ring in it's entire 6 years of existence. There is no one who can touch me in the ring, on the microphone, in a battle of wits, in a simple game of chess. No one, not one of the men in this company can stand against me in any way shape or form. Especially not these men, in this match. I am too good to lose to men who cannot hold my jock. But I can already hear the doubt in your voices. "But A.C." you say, "You've never been in this type of match How can you expect to win?" Well my simple friend, it's a matter of me, being head and shoulders above the competition. I expect to win when I am as good as I am. Plus, I do not walk into any situation without a plan. I know what needs to be done, and this match is another piece of my legacy. I will become the first black gladiator, then I will become not only the final NCW World Champion, but I will become the final BLACK NCW world champion. A fitting end to this company, rising above the sterotypes of not having minority champions. I mean, Xavier and Todd were champions sure. And I don't count any man who simply takes a boat or a plane or hops a fence and becomes a champion. No, this company loves their Brits, loves their Spaniards, but refuses to cut a real minority the break he deserves. Look no further than Todd and I being denied a championship match we earned. Satisfied? I rest my case. But now, in one fell swoop I right all those wrongs when I win.
Let's look at the so-called competition. Joe Everyman? The man is a walking carpet. He is there to routinely be walked on by everyone with a pulse. Myself included. He's a man who is always says not to question his heart. But literally everyone has questioned his heart, his mind, his desire, his will, anything about Joe than can brought into question has been, and the results have not been favorable to Mr. Everyman. That's just the facts. And now the man is getting yet another chance to try to make his career mean something yet again. Does anyone actually think that Joe is about to all of a sudden, out of nowhere, shock the world? Ha.
Pardon me, I had laugh at that. I make myself chuckle sometimes.
Seth Evans? Come on, Seth had one forgettable run with a title, and then...nothing. Who cares about Seth Evans? No one. Not one single soul walking this planet cares about anything Seth Evans has done or said. He thinks he deserves a title shot. He thinks he's worth. He also thinks the sky is orange and Tomato's are a vegetable. Yes, Seth, I just made you 10 times more interesting by merely insulting you. You're welcome.
Alex Jones? Oh my. Don't mess with Alex Jones. He might be experiencing his time of the month. The man can't ever stop talking about being screwed by Adam Knite, being screwed by Kelly Fox, Being screwed by this person or that person. Guess what Alex? it happens. But let's just clear this up, shall we. This is your big chance to finally get that spotlight back on you that you desperately crave. You can shut up all the critics, much like I do, and get yourself in the hunt. But let's face it Alex, you have had more of the same type of chances since the fateful days where someone cost you the world title. You've been in Riots, Road to the Golds, and you have constantly let opportunity slip through your fingers. Not because of bad luck, not because of fate, but because you aren't good enough. You never have been, and you never will be. But there's always an excuse with you, isn't there? Well, This is what you wanted, and once again you will fail. Once again everything will pass you by, and you will be on the outside looking in. I'm just waiting to hear the excuse this time.
Shant Hunt? Ha. Ha. Ha. Please. Let's not insult anyone's intelligence here. I won't waste my time and yours talking about a man who never could cut it.
Mike Laszlo. The one man I actually believed would pose a small problem for me. Not enough to actually win the match, but at least put up more of the fight than the others. But no, Sadly, Michael is just another example of a man who's long on potential, and short on talent. He's had his chance. In fact, the man had three chances. And failed. Regardless of how and why, the bottom line is he didn't win. In fact, Roberto Verona treated him like a small child and pushed him aside and sternly told him "no more" after beating him. Now Michael seeks redemption and a loophole into a title match. Does anyone really want to see Mike Laszlo walk back into a main event again? It's not like he ever had a chance of winning. It was simply Roberto not having anything to do that day. Mike Laszlo is nothing more than a man who was not ready for prime time, even though he looked the part. And now, after getting stomped by the Ace, he waltzes back into the world title picture expecting the red carpet for him? Come on now. Let's be serious.
The choice is simple people. It's not hard. It's plain to see that I will have no trouble walking into this match and dominating like I always do. This mismash of jokes, simpletons, and losers will simply be more names added to my list of victories. You and I both know it. So, let me save you the trouble. I will raise my arms in victory right now. See it? I'm used to holding them like this anyway. But that's the last thing you will see at Sovereign. Me, winning, my arms raised. My music playing. If for whatever reason you don't watch the show, I will save you the trouble too.
The quick results of the main event is : A.C. Douglas defeated Shane Hunt, Joe Everyman, Seth Evans, Mike Laszlo, and Alex Jones to win the Coliseum and become the NCW Gladitor.
Well, I haven't been able to talk about it until now, but even in losing, Duke did me proud. The difference between them and schools like Florida Gulf Coast, is the simple truth that We, the Duke Blue Devils, will be back in the NCAA Tournament next year, and of course, we will be favored to win. It goes back to being a champion. It goes back to the education and the discipline installed by coach K. That is how people who play for Duke act. It's how alumni act. It's how anyone who is a winner act. Like a winner. You expect greatness.
It's what I provide to you, what I bring to anything I do. I expect to win.
You can call it cockiness, arrogance, whatever you like. It's the swagger I bring with me everywhere I go. Because it's been instilled in me. Now, had I still been in College, Had I still gone to Duke, it wouldn't be Rick Patino cutting down that net, it would be Duke. It would Coach K celebrating yet another win. Sadly, my time has come and gone, but I still carry on the legacy and the coaching of Coach K and other professors as Duke.
I watched with a keen eye when Duke came up short, knowing full well, we can bounce right back, stronger than ever. You can hate it all you like, but you know it to be true.
Anyway, Melody was in better spirits upon my return to New York. She wanted to go look at houses, but I'm not sure if I'm really ready to leave South Carolina because of all the ties me there. I mean, Todd's sister is great, a little wild, but great. And there's so much more to do in New York in terms of educating the youth. My work is far from over. It'll be just another step when the Coliseum rolls around. Another example of how, even in this world, you can be
Young. Black. and Successful.
I suppose that I should be upset. I know now Todd and I have earned our tag title re-match, and now we're not getting them. No, we've been replaced by two washed up losers who have come back, crawling out of the proverbial woodwork to attempt to recapture lost glory. Which seems to be what everyone wants to do all of a sudden. All these past so-called "superstars" coming out of nowhere. It's sad, since the company is now going under. Would have been nice about two months ago. But no, everyone wants to come around now to suck up all the glory. It's sad.
But, in one shining display of brilliance, Kelly Fox decided to make this coliseum about something else, other than aging stars. This coliseum is about those who have not ever been the world champion. Those men who are desperate to climb the mountain they never climbed. And those men who had their shot and failed. And, the moment of brilliance was when I was added to that group. I mean, seriously, did any of you expect anything less? Did I not warrant a shot at a title. I pinned hall of famers. I dominated the X-champion. There was no more logical choice in this match than me. Add that to the fact that now, this match is now 10 times more interesting. Who in the world wanted to watch Joe Everyman and Alex Jones battle to see who could keep their head above water slightly longer. I mean, this is almost insulting. Joe Everyman and Shane Hunt? Been there, beat that. Seth Evans? Who? Alex Jones? Pfft. Come on. And the incredible shrinking man Mike Laszlo? This match was about to stink out the joint, even with the Coliseum being around this. A virtual who's who of losers, misfits and reprobates. Now, with me in the ring, you at least have a reason to order this show.
I mean, I crushed Joe Everyman with ease. I spoiled Shane Hunt's mildly entertaining return. I can run circles around Seth Evans, and I can do in one shot what Mike Laslzo couldn't do in three. This is a proverbial walk in the park for me. I am without a doubt, the most promising, the most talented, the most skilled. I am the best wrestler, nay, the best athlete, nay, the best PERSON in this company bar none. And just like every other time, those who continue to doubt me will be served a giant plate of crow when I walk out of Sovereign, the Gladiator. I mean, it's not like there's much competition here anyway. Who even compares to someone like me? The answer, is none of these men. Joe Everyman had his day, but that was many years ago, and now the man has to convince himself he even has a chance. Alex Jones hasn't done anything of note in the past 3 years. Shane Hunt is a no-talent. Seth Evans doesn't deserve to be here, and everyone is already tired of Mike Laszlo coming up to the plate just to strike out over and over. I almost pity the man. Good cuts out there slugger. One of these days you'll make contact with the ball.
I know these men would love to walk in to this match on Sunday and realize their dreams of finally doing something that people will remember. I know they'd love a dance with the big time. I at least say they got the last shot at the NCW World title. But sadly, these dreamers will have to wake up to my reality. The reality where they just don't cut it when they have an opponent of my stature. A specimen of my magnitude. I have yet to find a single opponent who can even last more than 9 minutes in the ring with me without huffing and puffing, without looking like a chump. Everyone who has crossed my path, has fallen, with almost effortless ease. And this match, of course, will be no different. What, is Alex Jones going to sneak in the back door without complaining for 20 minutes about the match anyway? Is Joe Everyman finally going to win something that will overlook all his losses. Will Seth Evans actually remember that he at one time actually mattered? Honestly, none of these things even have a remote chance of happening here. You know this, I know this. It's a forgone conclusion here. It's not hard to see what's in front of your faces.
I am the diamond of this company. I am the single best thing to grace an NCW ring in it's entire 6 years of existence. There is no one who can touch me in the ring, on the microphone, in a battle of wits, in a simple game of chess. No one, not one of the men in this company can stand against me in any way shape or form. Especially not these men, in this match. I am too good to lose to men who cannot hold my jock. But I can already hear the doubt in your voices. "But A.C." you say, "You've never been in this type of match How can you expect to win?" Well my simple friend, it's a matter of me, being head and shoulders above the competition. I expect to win when I am as good as I am. Plus, I do not walk into any situation without a plan. I know what needs to be done, and this match is another piece of my legacy. I will become the first black gladiator, then I will become not only the final NCW World Champion, but I will become the final BLACK NCW world champion. A fitting end to this company, rising above the sterotypes of not having minority champions. I mean, Xavier and Todd were champions sure. And I don't count any man who simply takes a boat or a plane or hops a fence and becomes a champion. No, this company loves their Brits, loves their Spaniards, but refuses to cut a real minority the break he deserves. Look no further than Todd and I being denied a championship match we earned. Satisfied? I rest my case. But now, in one fell swoop I right all those wrongs when I win.
Let's look at the so-called competition. Joe Everyman? The man is a walking carpet. He is there to routinely be walked on by everyone with a pulse. Myself included. He's a man who is always says not to question his heart. But literally everyone has questioned his heart, his mind, his desire, his will, anything about Joe than can brought into question has been, and the results have not been favorable to Mr. Everyman. That's just the facts. And now the man is getting yet another chance to try to make his career mean something yet again. Does anyone actually think that Joe is about to all of a sudden, out of nowhere, shock the world? Ha.
Pardon me, I had laugh at that. I make myself chuckle sometimes.
Seth Evans? Come on, Seth had one forgettable run with a title, and then...nothing. Who cares about Seth Evans? No one. Not one single soul walking this planet cares about anything Seth Evans has done or said. He thinks he deserves a title shot. He thinks he's worth. He also thinks the sky is orange and Tomato's are a vegetable. Yes, Seth, I just made you 10 times more interesting by merely insulting you. You're welcome.
Alex Jones? Oh my. Don't mess with Alex Jones. He might be experiencing his time of the month. The man can't ever stop talking about being screwed by Adam Knite, being screwed by Kelly Fox, Being screwed by this person or that person. Guess what Alex? it happens. But let's just clear this up, shall we. This is your big chance to finally get that spotlight back on you that you desperately crave. You can shut up all the critics, much like I do, and get yourself in the hunt. But let's face it Alex, you have had more of the same type of chances since the fateful days where someone cost you the world title. You've been in Riots, Road to the Golds, and you have constantly let opportunity slip through your fingers. Not because of bad luck, not because of fate, but because you aren't good enough. You never have been, and you never will be. But there's always an excuse with you, isn't there? Well, This is what you wanted, and once again you will fail. Once again everything will pass you by, and you will be on the outside looking in. I'm just waiting to hear the excuse this time.
Shant Hunt? Ha. Ha. Ha. Please. Let's not insult anyone's intelligence here. I won't waste my time and yours talking about a man who never could cut it.
Mike Laszlo. The one man I actually believed would pose a small problem for me. Not enough to actually win the match, but at least put up more of the fight than the others. But no, Sadly, Michael is just another example of a man who's long on potential, and short on talent. He's had his chance. In fact, the man had three chances. And failed. Regardless of how and why, the bottom line is he didn't win. In fact, Roberto Verona treated him like a small child and pushed him aside and sternly told him "no more" after beating him. Now Michael seeks redemption and a loophole into a title match. Does anyone really want to see Mike Laszlo walk back into a main event again? It's not like he ever had a chance of winning. It was simply Roberto not having anything to do that day. Mike Laszlo is nothing more than a man who was not ready for prime time, even though he looked the part. And now, after getting stomped by the Ace, he waltzes back into the world title picture expecting the red carpet for him? Come on now. Let's be serious.
The choice is simple people. It's not hard. It's plain to see that I will have no trouble walking into this match and dominating like I always do. This mismash of jokes, simpletons, and losers will simply be more names added to my list of victories. You and I both know it. So, let me save you the trouble. I will raise my arms in victory right now. See it? I'm used to holding them like this anyway. But that's the last thing you will see at Sovereign. Me, winning, my arms raised. My music playing. If for whatever reason you don't watch the show, I will save you the trouble too.
The quick results of the main event is : A.C. Douglas defeated Shane Hunt, Joe Everyman, Seth Evans, Mike Laszlo, and Alex Jones to win the Coliseum and become the NCW Gladitor.
Well, I haven't been able to talk about it until now, but even in losing, Duke did me proud. The difference between them and schools like Florida Gulf Coast, is the simple truth that We, the Duke Blue Devils, will be back in the NCAA Tournament next year, and of course, we will be favored to win. It goes back to being a champion. It goes back to the education and the discipline installed by coach K. That is how people who play for Duke act. It's how alumni act. It's how anyone who is a winner act. Like a winner. You expect greatness.
It's what I provide to you, what I bring to anything I do. I expect to win.
You can call it cockiness, arrogance, whatever you like. It's the swagger I bring with me everywhere I go. Because it's been instilled in me. Now, had I still been in College, Had I still gone to Duke, it wouldn't be Rick Patino cutting down that net, it would be Duke. It would Coach K celebrating yet another win. Sadly, my time has come and gone, but I still carry on the legacy and the coaching of Coach K and other professors as Duke.
I watched with a keen eye when Duke came up short, knowing full well, we can bounce right back, stronger than ever. You can hate it all you like, but you know it to be true.
Anyway, Melody was in better spirits upon my return to New York. She wanted to go look at houses, but I'm not sure if I'm really ready to leave South Carolina because of all the ties me there. I mean, Todd's sister is great, a little wild, but great. And there's so much more to do in New York in terms of educating the youth. My work is far from over. It'll be just another step when the Coliseum rolls around. Another example of how, even in this world, you can be
Young. Black. and Successful.