Post by A.C. Douglas on Apr 14, 2013 6:10:54 GMT -6
Oh, now they're all serious. Pfft. It's too late for that now.
Good people, I must admit something to you, that, I don't want to, because it makes me look bad. It makes me look like a fool. I don't want that, you don't either, but the sad truth is right in front of our eyes. You saw it just like I did. It's embarrassing. It's humiliating, but I guess I have to come clean with all of you.
I lied.
I did. And I am ashamed to admit it. I pride myself on speaking the truth, and letting the real world's reality shine through in my words. I do my best to bring you people honesty, integrity, and honor. I live by those morals and I abide by them. Now, by no means and I going to plaster them and multitude of t-shirts, but it's the way it is. And when I spoke to you, I told you something that wasn't true. And for that, I have to apologize. I will make it a mission to never have that kind of thing happen again. But this one, it wasn't entirely my fault. I really tried to be honest with you people, and my opponents, well, they made me out to be a liar.
I know, some of you might be out there saying things like "But A.C., you've never lied to up before, and I looked up what you said, and you were right." See, my friends, that's what I thought at first. I did my homework on my opponents, I studied them, I began to know their ins and outs. And then, they just made me look bad and tarnish my reputation with all of you. They made me become something I hate.
You see, I told you that I was going to beat all of my opponents in the Coliseum and become the Gladiator. And that, ladies and gentlemen just isn't true. It's not. I can admit that. I am not going to beat all 5 of my opponents and become the Gladiator...
I am going to CRUSH my opponents and become the NCW Gladiator.
There. Now I feel better.
You know, I was wondering when everyone was going to actually get serious about this match. I was hoping that at least one person would actually care enough to try. And you know what, I honestly thought they did. Until I saw them spitting our line and line of contrived garbage like they're just going through the motions. They had no retorts, they had no comebacks. They had nothing. There was hardly a mention of my name. It was embarrassing to say the least. I mean, I've seen weak, but this was weaker than usual. Seriously, what person made the most noise? Me. What person made the biggest impact? Me. Who has two thumbs and is pointing them down at his opponents? Me. Before I decided the time was right to grace you with a promo, these 5 men were drearily droning on and on about they they're going to win, and "I don't like this guy." It sounded like a bunch of 4th graders giving a book report on a book they didn't even read. It's truly the end times if this is what passes for Main Event level talent.
You got Mike Laszlo. Captain cavemen over here wants you all to believe that he is most talented, and skilled man in the match. Is he kidding me? That's all you have? How about some evidence Michael? Oh wait, you call this "I beat this guy, and I beat that guy" stuff evidence of your skill? All of those victories are old news Michael. "What have you done lately?" is my question. To answer your soul crushing query. I can answer it for you, but I don't think you want me to keep bringing things up to expose you for what you are. A guy who is good, but not great. And certainly not in my league in any sort of athletic competition. You think you can match me. Son, I will embarrass you, just like Verona did all those months ago. Here's the honest truth Michael, you are good enough to climb the mountain, you are not good enough to conquer the mountain. You earned your way to title match, you lost. You didn't get the job done after two more attempts. This should have most likely dropped you down to having to earn your spot back, but no, you were HANDED a National title match, and guess what? you lost that too. Bottom line, ever since you have entered the spotlight, you have been a complete failure. You are only here to TRY to make my victory look a little more incredible than it already will be. That's what you do Mike. You make talented wrestlers like myself look good. You play your role and everything works out. It's not like you have a choice anyway.
And besides it's a role you must be used to by now: Loser.
Speaking of losers. Alex Jones perked up didn't he? Oh, that was it? That's all I'm getting from the great Alex Jones. The great judger of everything and everyone. Not fun when the shoe's on the other foot is it? I told Alex Jones flat out what he needed to do, and he still didn't do it. Show some fire, some compassion, some fighting spirit for crying out loud. But no, nothing like that. A typical Alex Jones promo where he sits somewhere trying to look cool talking about how much better he is than everyone. Can anyone here say "Yawn"? I knew that you could. Did anyone care what Alex Jones said? No? Didn't think so. Because it's the same story over and over and over. And do you know what the worst part is? He's thinks that pile of garbage was good enough for him to win. Can you imagine that? Roberto Verona wouldn't even need to break a sweat to send poor 'ol Alex Jones back down to the mediocrity he tried to pull himself out of. Yes, I say the name Alex Jones. You know why? Because it's meaningless. Worthless. Your career has been dead for the past two years. Alex Jones is so great, he needed to win a title off the up and coming superstars to make himself feel better. He threatened time and time again to explode and finally put forth the effort required to win a world title. But once again, another broken promise. Alex Jones at one time, may have actually been a name that commanded respect. But now, all it garners is pity. This dirt-poor effort you put forth is laughable at best. They call you a "legend" in NCW. A LEGEND? That is an insult to those men who've earned that title. Alex Jones, the man isn't even a has-been. He's a never-was. A pathetic, petty little man still dying for respect but doing nothing to earn it. I'm tired of it Alex. I'm going to put you out of you god-forsaken misery on Sunday.
Yes, people being put out of their misery is apt for Joe Ev....you know what? You sir, have done something that even I never thought possible. You have left me speechless. I have no earthly idea what you were babbling about there, but you lost me. I have no idea what any of that was supposed to mean. Clearly you wrote that on a napkin and it smeared or something, because that was just plain gibberish. I think Gabby Johnson has more coherent thoughts in his head. You have already given up. You have already thrown in the towel, and we haven't even made it to Little Rock yet. You know, maybe you are the smartest one of this whole bunch. You are fully aware that you have no chance to win this match, you rambled on and on about love or something. I don't really know, I was trying to comprehend it, but it may have been the most non-sensible blather I've ever heard in my life. I will do you a favor and recommend a public speaking course for you, because you clearly need help. I mean, all 5 of you need it, but you especially Mr. Smith. But at least you know that when you lose, you'll still have a floozy who's willing to give you encouragement.
This is by far the most pathetic group of "superstars" I've ever seen amassed in one match. It's painfully obvious that this match needed and injection of life in it, and I have clearly provided that. I made Mike Laszlo finally get serious He wants another turn in the barrel. He wants to get sent back to the showers again, He wants to give Roberto Verona even less of a challenge then he did before. These men all claim they want to win, and they're going to be the Gladiator. Seriously? Are you kidding me? These 5 geniuses couldn't get wet in a thunderstorm, much less give a decent match to a man who at this point, has to be board out of his skull waiting for someone, anyone to give him a challenge.
Wait, I need to correct myself here. I said that Joe was the smartest. That was wrong. Seth Evans in the smartest for keeping my name out of his mouth. No, no, I take that back, Shane Hunt is the smartest because he already know that trying to compete with me is a lost cause. The three of you that decided to run your mouths a second time are only making this harder on yourselves. The token black guy, as Alex put it, has already defeated a 66% of his opponents in the match. So, I suppose that beating the dusty rug, the doofus, and the token loser will be even more icing on the victory cake come Sunday. I'll leave you kids to fight over those nicknames. More importantly, The 5 of you may have stood a chance had you actually given it some effort, but you didn't. You didn't even try. You may think you did well, but I'm just getting my career warmed up. My record is fantastic. My singles record is flawless. How many of you can say that?
Oh, that's right NONE. ZERO.
When I needed to rely on a partner, I may have slipped up. But on my own, I am pretty much unbeatable. I have proven that time and time again, week in, week out. Now, I get to add 5 names to the list, and 3 new notches to my belt. Alex Jones, Mike Laszlo, and Seth Evans. It's not like this is even debatable. The proof has been in the pudding and these men have done nothing to convince me that they will even put up a fight. As a matter of fact, they've convinced me that I actually OVERESTIMATED their ability. Such is the curse of being so good as such a young age.
Humility is not one of my strong suits gentlemen. It's hard to be humble when you are great at everything you do. This is an opportunity of a life-time and you have done is clear a path for the real star of this company to shine brighter than ever before.
Don't you worry Roberto, You'll have your challenge soon enough. It won't take me long to beat these chumps. Just watch.
Well, I suppose Will Washington could win. But that seems as unlikely as anybody but me coming out on top in the Coliseum. There is only one choice. One man to get behind, one man's bandwagon to jump on. One man headed straight to the top.
And you're looking at him.
I discovered this week I'm actually not alone in New York when it comes to an actual intelligent conversation. I found that one of my old mentors from South Carolina had made it onto the New York Public School system's board. He saw the mental prowess I possessed and he quickly took me under his wing back in those days. This man, Ryan Parker, had become a father figure to me. While mine was too busy working to actually try and teach me anything, Mr. Parker was able to keep me off the path that most youths my age, in my neighborhood went down. I saw kids my age lacking the maturity that I possessed, it's like there wasn't an important event coming up in their lives or anything. They had no cares. And now, you see where they end up most of the time. On the streets or in jail. I would never allow that to happen, and Mr. Parker was just the man I needed to use to get me where I needed to go. I can in contact with him at a public school funded dinner where I was speaking about how NCW had donated a large sum of money into the public school systems nationwide.
Ryan and I talked like old college buddies. The subject ranged from Art, to wine, to public policy. We eat Lobster bisque over it. It was a great dinner and a really fun time.
Our most heated debate came over The New York public schools testing systems. The curriculum in particular was of great concern of mine, considering that New York schools should be in the top of the country with every single technological advantage there is to have, and yet, they routinely produced poor results. I implored Ryan to make the necessary change to teaching theory, rather than to a test. And while he agreed with me, he simply said his hands were tied. I insisted he drive the point home time and time again, because it needed to be said, and it needed to be changed.
Of course, not wanting to lose his job, he remarked about how the district was not about to change because of the number of students and the State wanting to get these kids through with more or less half an education. Maybe he wanted to shift blame. I do no know.
Ryan and I never got over the top angry, but it was spirited to say the least. I told him I always look forward to speaking to a man of his stature.
Must say it more than makes up for the intellectual lightweights I see at my job.
Then it was back to Melody for pre-pay-per-view victory sex.
Good people, I must admit something to you, that, I don't want to, because it makes me look bad. It makes me look like a fool. I don't want that, you don't either, but the sad truth is right in front of our eyes. You saw it just like I did. It's embarrassing. It's humiliating, but I guess I have to come clean with all of you.
I lied.
I did. And I am ashamed to admit it. I pride myself on speaking the truth, and letting the real world's reality shine through in my words. I do my best to bring you people honesty, integrity, and honor. I live by those morals and I abide by them. Now, by no means and I going to plaster them and multitude of t-shirts, but it's the way it is. And when I spoke to you, I told you something that wasn't true. And for that, I have to apologize. I will make it a mission to never have that kind of thing happen again. But this one, it wasn't entirely my fault. I really tried to be honest with you people, and my opponents, well, they made me out to be a liar.
I know, some of you might be out there saying things like "But A.C., you've never lied to up before, and I looked up what you said, and you were right." See, my friends, that's what I thought at first. I did my homework on my opponents, I studied them, I began to know their ins and outs. And then, they just made me look bad and tarnish my reputation with all of you. They made me become something I hate.
You see, I told you that I was going to beat all of my opponents in the Coliseum and become the Gladiator. And that, ladies and gentlemen just isn't true. It's not. I can admit that. I am not going to beat all 5 of my opponents and become the Gladiator...
I am going to CRUSH my opponents and become the NCW Gladiator.
There. Now I feel better.
You know, I was wondering when everyone was going to actually get serious about this match. I was hoping that at least one person would actually care enough to try. And you know what, I honestly thought they did. Until I saw them spitting our line and line of contrived garbage like they're just going through the motions. They had no retorts, they had no comebacks. They had nothing. There was hardly a mention of my name. It was embarrassing to say the least. I mean, I've seen weak, but this was weaker than usual. Seriously, what person made the most noise? Me. What person made the biggest impact? Me. Who has two thumbs and is pointing them down at his opponents? Me. Before I decided the time was right to grace you with a promo, these 5 men were drearily droning on and on about they they're going to win, and "I don't like this guy." It sounded like a bunch of 4th graders giving a book report on a book they didn't even read. It's truly the end times if this is what passes for Main Event level talent.
You got Mike Laszlo. Captain cavemen over here wants you all to believe that he is most talented, and skilled man in the match. Is he kidding me? That's all you have? How about some evidence Michael? Oh wait, you call this "I beat this guy, and I beat that guy" stuff evidence of your skill? All of those victories are old news Michael. "What have you done lately?" is my question. To answer your soul crushing query. I can answer it for you, but I don't think you want me to keep bringing things up to expose you for what you are. A guy who is good, but not great. And certainly not in my league in any sort of athletic competition. You think you can match me. Son, I will embarrass you, just like Verona did all those months ago. Here's the honest truth Michael, you are good enough to climb the mountain, you are not good enough to conquer the mountain. You earned your way to title match, you lost. You didn't get the job done after two more attempts. This should have most likely dropped you down to having to earn your spot back, but no, you were HANDED a National title match, and guess what? you lost that too. Bottom line, ever since you have entered the spotlight, you have been a complete failure. You are only here to TRY to make my victory look a little more incredible than it already will be. That's what you do Mike. You make talented wrestlers like myself look good. You play your role and everything works out. It's not like you have a choice anyway.
And besides it's a role you must be used to by now: Loser.
Speaking of losers. Alex Jones perked up didn't he? Oh, that was it? That's all I'm getting from the great Alex Jones. The great judger of everything and everyone. Not fun when the shoe's on the other foot is it? I told Alex Jones flat out what he needed to do, and he still didn't do it. Show some fire, some compassion, some fighting spirit for crying out loud. But no, nothing like that. A typical Alex Jones promo where he sits somewhere trying to look cool talking about how much better he is than everyone. Can anyone here say "Yawn"? I knew that you could. Did anyone care what Alex Jones said? No? Didn't think so. Because it's the same story over and over and over. And do you know what the worst part is? He's thinks that pile of garbage was good enough for him to win. Can you imagine that? Roberto Verona wouldn't even need to break a sweat to send poor 'ol Alex Jones back down to the mediocrity he tried to pull himself out of. Yes, I say the name Alex Jones. You know why? Because it's meaningless. Worthless. Your career has been dead for the past two years. Alex Jones is so great, he needed to win a title off the up and coming superstars to make himself feel better. He threatened time and time again to explode and finally put forth the effort required to win a world title. But once again, another broken promise. Alex Jones at one time, may have actually been a name that commanded respect. But now, all it garners is pity. This dirt-poor effort you put forth is laughable at best. They call you a "legend" in NCW. A LEGEND? That is an insult to those men who've earned that title. Alex Jones, the man isn't even a has-been. He's a never-was. A pathetic, petty little man still dying for respect but doing nothing to earn it. I'm tired of it Alex. I'm going to put you out of you god-forsaken misery on Sunday.
Yes, people being put out of their misery is apt for Joe Ev....you know what? You sir, have done something that even I never thought possible. You have left me speechless. I have no earthly idea what you were babbling about there, but you lost me. I have no idea what any of that was supposed to mean. Clearly you wrote that on a napkin and it smeared or something, because that was just plain gibberish. I think Gabby Johnson has more coherent thoughts in his head. You have already given up. You have already thrown in the towel, and we haven't even made it to Little Rock yet. You know, maybe you are the smartest one of this whole bunch. You are fully aware that you have no chance to win this match, you rambled on and on about love or something. I don't really know, I was trying to comprehend it, but it may have been the most non-sensible blather I've ever heard in my life. I will do you a favor and recommend a public speaking course for you, because you clearly need help. I mean, all 5 of you need it, but you especially Mr. Smith. But at least you know that when you lose, you'll still have a floozy who's willing to give you encouragement.
This is by far the most pathetic group of "superstars" I've ever seen amassed in one match. It's painfully obvious that this match needed and injection of life in it, and I have clearly provided that. I made Mike Laszlo finally get serious He wants another turn in the barrel. He wants to get sent back to the showers again, He wants to give Roberto Verona even less of a challenge then he did before. These men all claim they want to win, and they're going to be the Gladiator. Seriously? Are you kidding me? These 5 geniuses couldn't get wet in a thunderstorm, much less give a decent match to a man who at this point, has to be board out of his skull waiting for someone, anyone to give him a challenge.
Wait, I need to correct myself here. I said that Joe was the smartest. That was wrong. Seth Evans in the smartest for keeping my name out of his mouth. No, no, I take that back, Shane Hunt is the smartest because he already know that trying to compete with me is a lost cause. The three of you that decided to run your mouths a second time are only making this harder on yourselves. The token black guy, as Alex put it, has already defeated a 66% of his opponents in the match. So, I suppose that beating the dusty rug, the doofus, and the token loser will be even more icing on the victory cake come Sunday. I'll leave you kids to fight over those nicknames. More importantly, The 5 of you may have stood a chance had you actually given it some effort, but you didn't. You didn't even try. You may think you did well, but I'm just getting my career warmed up. My record is fantastic. My singles record is flawless. How many of you can say that?
Oh, that's right NONE. ZERO.
When I needed to rely on a partner, I may have slipped up. But on my own, I am pretty much unbeatable. I have proven that time and time again, week in, week out. Now, I get to add 5 names to the list, and 3 new notches to my belt. Alex Jones, Mike Laszlo, and Seth Evans. It's not like this is even debatable. The proof has been in the pudding and these men have done nothing to convince me that they will even put up a fight. As a matter of fact, they've convinced me that I actually OVERESTIMATED their ability. Such is the curse of being so good as such a young age.
Humility is not one of my strong suits gentlemen. It's hard to be humble when you are great at everything you do. This is an opportunity of a life-time and you have done is clear a path for the real star of this company to shine brighter than ever before.
Don't you worry Roberto, You'll have your challenge soon enough. It won't take me long to beat these chumps. Just watch.
Well, I suppose Will Washington could win. But that seems as unlikely as anybody but me coming out on top in the Coliseum. There is only one choice. One man to get behind, one man's bandwagon to jump on. One man headed straight to the top.
And you're looking at him.
I discovered this week I'm actually not alone in New York when it comes to an actual intelligent conversation. I found that one of my old mentors from South Carolina had made it onto the New York Public School system's board. He saw the mental prowess I possessed and he quickly took me under his wing back in those days. This man, Ryan Parker, had become a father figure to me. While mine was too busy working to actually try and teach me anything, Mr. Parker was able to keep me off the path that most youths my age, in my neighborhood went down. I saw kids my age lacking the maturity that I possessed, it's like there wasn't an important event coming up in their lives or anything. They had no cares. And now, you see where they end up most of the time. On the streets or in jail. I would never allow that to happen, and Mr. Parker was just the man I needed to use to get me where I needed to go. I can in contact with him at a public school funded dinner where I was speaking about how NCW had donated a large sum of money into the public school systems nationwide.
Ryan and I talked like old college buddies. The subject ranged from Art, to wine, to public policy. We eat Lobster bisque over it. It was a great dinner and a really fun time.
Our most heated debate came over The New York public schools testing systems. The curriculum in particular was of great concern of mine, considering that New York schools should be in the top of the country with every single technological advantage there is to have, and yet, they routinely produced poor results. I implored Ryan to make the necessary change to teaching theory, rather than to a test. And while he agreed with me, he simply said his hands were tied. I insisted he drive the point home time and time again, because it needed to be said, and it needed to be changed.
Of course, not wanting to lose his job, he remarked about how the district was not about to change because of the number of students and the State wanting to get these kids through with more or less half an education. Maybe he wanted to shift blame. I do no know.
Ryan and I never got over the top angry, but it was spirited to say the least. I told him I always look forward to speaking to a man of his stature.
Must say it more than makes up for the intellectual lightweights I see at my job.
Then it was back to Melody for pre-pay-per-view victory sex.
