Post by Davey Ortega on Jun 13, 2008 20:58:33 GMT -6
So many things, so many people slinging their stones. So many people involved in the childish game that we wrestlers like to call ''Shoot Promos''
You suck!
No, you suck!
I'm the best!
No, I am!
On..and on...and on. Yet we can not escape it, much like our past. It will always be apart of us as a way to mentally breakdown our opposition to attempt to get the upper hand.
We are all held accountable for this. Has anyone wondered why we do it? I mean, do we all truly hate each other this much? I think so. I think deep down, we all hate one another. Not because we are here, but because some of us are truly better then others. That angers us. Everyone. The ones who fall short get angry and want to prove themselves, the ones that succeed get angry with the lack of competition. Then..then we come to find that the ones that we beat, can turn right around and beat us. The cycle continues, on and on.
Though with hate, comes respect. Even deeper then our hatred stems comes respect. Not all oft match? us respect one another though, and that is key. We can only respect certain individuals. I have respect for only a handful of people here.
Take for example the time tested feud of Davey Ortega and Trent Helms. We went tooth and nail, both fighting to not only win, but to incapacitate the other. Through our battles, our tribulations something happened. We began to respect one another. I know can say I have a lot of respect for Trent. I believe he can dethrone Lance Ryan.
You all may be wondering why I even brought any of this up? How about because I can? Because I am that good that I can just flap my gums and people listen. You see, I don't need to be a former World Champion to command the attention of you, all I need is my name and an idea. All I need is to stand on my soap box and say the first thing to come out of my mouth. That is the kind of respect you can not buy. You have to earn it. You have to go out there, night after night. You have to put your bodies on the line, you have to bleed.
That is the kind of respect reserved for the top tier of this company. Of nCw. Not XHF, PWW, XCW, or WCF. If I wanted, I would go over there. I am not there. I am here. So what that means is, any title or awe inspiring move you did over there, has no affect on me. I didn't see it, I didn't witness it therefore I don't give an Ace's Ass! So go on, talk about all those breath taking matches you did in some piss poor company that doesn't deserve to be in the same league as nCw. The end of the day, you get your pay check from here. This is where you make a stand. This is where you are defined. This is my home, my yard, my cruise ship and I will be damned if some broke Mike Mattusow wanna be tells me what is fact and fiction. Buckle up ladies and gentleman, tonight is all about one person. David Allen Ortega.
The scene opens in the VIP room of The Casino. Mr. Preston is seen, sitting behind Davey's desk. He is on the phone.
Mr. Preston: Yes I know, I know. Look, it's not that easy. He seems to be more respectful to people. I don't know if he is going to go for it.
Voice: You promised us, Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: He was in a completely different state of mind when I did that. He didn't care about anything then.
Voice: That is none of our concern. You promised us that property.
Mr. Preston: I know, the board said they will do a thorough investigation and evaluation of him. If he isn't in the right mind set to run this place, ownership transfers to me. All I have to do is convince them he is not well enough.
Voice: James, my investors are getting tired of waiting. That Casino of his is the only thing stopping us from obtaining our goal. If you can not get the property, then we will take action.
Mr. Preston: Look, just give me a couple more weeks. I can do this.
Voice: James...I am feeling generous. I can hold them off for one month. You have then to secure the property.
Mr. Preston: Thank you, thank you. I will, I promise.
Voice: Though if you fail...
Mr. Preston: I won't..I pro-
Dial tone
Mr. Preston: ...Mise. Great. I can not believe I got myself into this. Well, too deep in now.
The double doors open as Davey Ortega makes his way into the room, holding a stack of pamphlets in one hand. He looks at Mr. Preston, curiously.
Davey: Preston, why are you in my chair?
Mr. Preston jumps up, looking at him.
Mr. Preston: Well, I am...uh...yeah.....
Mr. Preston trails off, and Davey looks at him. They both exchange looks.
Mr. Preston: What?
Davey: What..wha..what do you mean what? Why were you in my chair?
Mr. Preston: Well I began to explain, but you never cut me off. You know, you ask a question, then I offer insight, then you just cut me off to answer your own question in some dramatic fashion.
Davey: Yeah, but those were rhetorical. This is a serious question.
Mr. Preston: Oh! Well, um...it's such a pretty chair.
Davey: Uh-Hu...
Davey walks into the room and goes to the desk, putting the pamphlets down and then walks in front of Mr. Preston, sitting down in his chair.[/color]
Mr. Preston: So, where have you been?
Davey: Charity shopping.
Mr. Preston: What?
Davey: Yeah, I was thinking wouldn't it be great if The Casino backed a charity. We make a lot of money, and it would be nice to give some back.
Mr. Preston: Davey, we make our living off the stupidity of others. We take their money, we wouldn't be giving it back we would just be giving...
Davey: That is a bad thing? I mean come on. We don't have to be the evil heartless corporation. We can have some compassion. It wouldn't kill us to back a charity or two.
Mr. Preston: How much money are you planning to donate?
Davey: 200...300,000 dollars.
Mr. Preston: That's...
Davey: Great, I know. I knew you would be with me on this.
Mr. Preston: Yeah but...what about the board of directors?
Davey: As long as they are being paid I don't really think they care.
Mr. Preston: Check your E-mail, man.
Davey looks at Mr. Preston, then does as he suggested.
Davey: What's this? A letter from the board. OK, what do they want now?
Dear Mr. Ortega,
It has come to our attention that you have been acting rather peculiar these last few weeks. We fear that your unstable mentality may now have become a liability to the Casino. We request that you go to our company psychiatrist for an evaluation
Board of Directors.
What?! This is just foolish.
Mr. Preston: Well, you have been acting rather strange lately. I mean, first you don't care about anything, then you put on make up, now you are planning a hefty donation? I mean, can you really blame them?
Davey: Everyone goes through tough times, Preston. Though, maybe you are right. OK, I guess I will visit the psychiatrist just to keep them off my back. I have to much going on now to defy them.
Mr. Preston: Like what?
Davey: Well, for one I have a match coming up. A pivotal one at that. I mean, I didn't ask for this. I did not ask to be thrown into the mix for the Xtreme title, yet here I am. So I have to capitalize on it.
Mr. Preston: Why is this such a big deal? I mean, you have been given plenty of title shots. Why so keen on winning this one?
Davey: Preston, this is my first title shot since December. That is a long time to not even contest a title. I see this as my opportunity to get back where I need to be, right at the top. Right where the true action is, the nCw World Heavyweight Championship. A win here means I have found my way, my way back to where I was. On the mountain path to the top of this industry. I have been here for almost a year now, and have come so close many times. Yet I was denied. I have learned my lesson in humility, and I am ready. Preston for the first time in a long time I am ready to strap gold around my waist. I can not think of a better title to get right now then my very first. The Xtreme title deserves to be around my waist.
If I can do this, and not choke...then I may get the match I have been gunning for.
Mr. Preston: What match?
Davey: An nCw World Heavyweight Title match. I know what I have said, that I have never needed it to command respect. That is true, but I can not just stand idly by and let it pass me. I have to win it, it calls to me. I want to rewrite history, Preston. I want a title match where it all began, at Road To The Gold.
Mr. Preston: RttG is the September pay per view, Davey. We are still in June. Isn't it a bit premature to be thinking that far ahead?
Davey: No, not in the least. I have the entire summer to prove myself, to re prove myself rather. I have until then to show the world that I can do it. I have got to start, and I have to start now. This is why the match is so important to me. I have to show everyone that they have underestimated me.
Mr. Preston: Well, it's not like you have a walk in the park this Sunday. I mean, The Ace has really been on fire.
Davey: I know, I am completely aware of him. What he has said. He gives himself way to much credit, though I guess he is the only one that gives him any. For the record, I do not care what you have done in the past. You don't see me talking about WCF or XCW, or waving around titles and blow out matches from there. Ace, what you see is what you get. An nCw veteran, a man who has been here since it's inception. A man who has fought with every fiber of his being.
I hear you, I hear you loud and clear. Your words ring my head, clear as a bell. I will give you one thing, it is between you and I. For Reckoning and Hammond it is a matter of wrong place wrong time. Reckoning is the champion at the wrong time, and Hammond is just in the wrong place. Those two don't even matter to me. It is you and I, and we have a score to settle.
So you like fact and fiction? You wanna play?
Fact or Fiction?: The Ace has defeated Davey Ortega one-on-one.
Fiction. The Ace has never defeated me one-on-one. His only victory over me was at the first ShowCase match. Due to interference and distraction by Shaun Wilson. Ace, you do remember that right? The only way you pinned me was by delivering not one, but two sledgehammer shots. The fact is I beat your piddly ass one, two, three a week later.
Fact or Fiction? Davey Ortega made The Ace.
Fiction. I never made you. You made you. Though I will break you. I will show you what it is to be in the ring with an real contender. People say you deserve to be at the main event, I say you are nothing but a man constantly riding on coat tails. The New Empire, Steve Awesome, Mid card-Uprising, and now The Corporate Empire. That is what you do best, Ace. align yourself with the first available team. Well, Ace..bring them. Bring all of the mutineers down to that ring with you. Bring Awesome, bring JFK. I will show you what happens when you provoke something you didn't want. I will show you the after affects of my wake. I will show the true power of just one man waging a One Man War. So tell your buddies, that if they want to interfere they are more then welcome to step into that ring with you. It will save me the trouble of hunting them down and taking them out One...By...One.
Finally, Fact or Fiction? The Ace and Davey Ortega were once friends.
Fact. Yes Ace, we were at one time friends. I used to think of you as my right hand man. I even went as far as getting a card board cut out of you when you were gone. You made me so proud when you executed Sexy Jason for me, when you made an example out of him. My heart filled with pride. This is a fact that is getting harder to over come. You see, I haven't had a lot of friends here. I mean, Spike Kane, Jack Manson, Sexy Jason, and you. That is about it. Now, they all hate me. You know why, Ace? Because at one time or another I made their lives a living hell. What makes you think you are any different? Your hell is coming, the entire Corporate Empires' Hell is coming. So you tell them, you tell them that I have declared war. On you, Karn, Awesome, and Kole. This will not be gentle, or over quickly. I am not your Emperor. As for as I am concerned you all have been excommunicated from my land. I deal with traitors personally, and it all starts with you.
You see Ace, you are not the highest card in the nCw deck. You do not over take me. Your cute little name may have played well with others, but not me. I have out Aced you before and I am more then able to do it again. I do not have to jump over three hurdles, only one. And that one is not that intimidating in the first place. That one is you, and you do not intimidate me. Though I am sure you already know that...and then you will say I don't intimidate you. Fine, we don't scare one another. Though I do agree with what you said about blood. Someone will be covered in it, baptized as you said. Ace, I have been baptized. I was baptized by The God of Xtreme himself, so tell me. just tell me...what can you possibly show me that I haven't seen before? What can you do to me that I have yet to endure? Not a damn thing. You call yourself The Face of Satan..well Satan..I have stood before Icons, Gods, Aliens, and Saviors...and not one of them have been able to put me down and keep me down. So tell me, what makes you think you can do where others better than you have failed? Tell me, Ace.
So you sit there, playing cards with your brothers. Oogling your new wife. Though I want you to ponder one thing. Who the hell do y ou think you are? Who are YOU to insult me? To question me? I am Davey *** damn Ortega, I have constructed Empires, I have faced half the roster, I have been through hell, I have been the main event more times then Kat at a two dollar strip club.
At Picture Perfect, I will regain my title. I will put an end to all of your delusions and show the world, once and for all..
That there is the rest of the roster...
..And then
..There is..
ME!
fade
You suck!
No, you suck!
I'm the best!
No, I am!
On..and on...and on. Yet we can not escape it, much like our past. It will always be apart of us as a way to mentally breakdown our opposition to attempt to get the upper hand.
We are all held accountable for this. Has anyone wondered why we do it? I mean, do we all truly hate each other this much? I think so. I think deep down, we all hate one another. Not because we are here, but because some of us are truly better then others. That angers us. Everyone. The ones who fall short get angry and want to prove themselves, the ones that succeed get angry with the lack of competition. Then..then we come to find that the ones that we beat, can turn right around and beat us. The cycle continues, on and on.
Though with hate, comes respect. Even deeper then our hatred stems comes respect. Not all oft match? us respect one another though, and that is key. We can only respect certain individuals. I have respect for only a handful of people here.
Take for example the time tested feud of Davey Ortega and Trent Helms. We went tooth and nail, both fighting to not only win, but to incapacitate the other. Through our battles, our tribulations something happened. We began to respect one another. I know can say I have a lot of respect for Trent. I believe he can dethrone Lance Ryan.
You all may be wondering why I even brought any of this up? How about because I can? Because I am that good that I can just flap my gums and people listen. You see, I don't need to be a former World Champion to command the attention of you, all I need is my name and an idea. All I need is to stand on my soap box and say the first thing to come out of my mouth. That is the kind of respect you can not buy. You have to earn it. You have to go out there, night after night. You have to put your bodies on the line, you have to bleed.
That is the kind of respect reserved for the top tier of this company. Of nCw. Not XHF, PWW, XCW, or WCF. If I wanted, I would go over there. I am not there. I am here. So what that means is, any title or awe inspiring move you did over there, has no affect on me. I didn't see it, I didn't witness it therefore I don't give an Ace's Ass! So go on, talk about all those breath taking matches you did in some piss poor company that doesn't deserve to be in the same league as nCw. The end of the day, you get your pay check from here. This is where you make a stand. This is where you are defined. This is my home, my yard, my cruise ship and I will be damned if some broke Mike Mattusow wanna be tells me what is fact and fiction. Buckle up ladies and gentleman, tonight is all about one person. David Allen Ortega.
The scene opens in the VIP room of The Casino. Mr. Preston is seen, sitting behind Davey's desk. He is on the phone.
Mr. Preston: Yes I know, I know. Look, it's not that easy. He seems to be more respectful to people. I don't know if he is going to go for it.
Voice: You promised us, Mr. Preston.
Mr. Preston: He was in a completely different state of mind when I did that. He didn't care about anything then.
Voice: That is none of our concern. You promised us that property.
Mr. Preston: I know, the board said they will do a thorough investigation and evaluation of him. If he isn't in the right mind set to run this place, ownership transfers to me. All I have to do is convince them he is not well enough.
Voice: James, my investors are getting tired of waiting. That Casino of his is the only thing stopping us from obtaining our goal. If you can not get the property, then we will take action.
Mr. Preston: Look, just give me a couple more weeks. I can do this.
Voice: James...I am feeling generous. I can hold them off for one month. You have then to secure the property.
Mr. Preston: Thank you, thank you. I will, I promise.
Voice: Though if you fail...
Mr. Preston: I won't..I pro-
Dial tone
Mr. Preston: ...Mise. Great. I can not believe I got myself into this. Well, too deep in now.
The double doors open as Davey Ortega makes his way into the room, holding a stack of pamphlets in one hand. He looks at Mr. Preston, curiously.
Davey: Preston, why are you in my chair?
Mr. Preston jumps up, looking at him.
Mr. Preston: Well, I am...uh...yeah.....
Mr. Preston trails off, and Davey looks at him. They both exchange looks.
Mr. Preston: What?
Davey: What..wha..what do you mean what? Why were you in my chair?
Mr. Preston: Well I began to explain, but you never cut me off. You know, you ask a question, then I offer insight, then you just cut me off to answer your own question in some dramatic fashion.
Davey: Yeah, but those were rhetorical. This is a serious question.
Mr. Preston: Oh! Well, um...it's such a pretty chair.
Davey: Uh-Hu...
Davey walks into the room and goes to the desk, putting the pamphlets down and then walks in front of Mr. Preston, sitting down in his chair.[/color]
Mr. Preston: So, where have you been?
Davey: Charity shopping.
Mr. Preston: What?
Davey: Yeah, I was thinking wouldn't it be great if The Casino backed a charity. We make a lot of money, and it would be nice to give some back.
Mr. Preston: Davey, we make our living off the stupidity of others. We take their money, we wouldn't be giving it back we would just be giving...
Davey: That is a bad thing? I mean come on. We don't have to be the evil heartless corporation. We can have some compassion. It wouldn't kill us to back a charity or two.
Mr. Preston: How much money are you planning to donate?
Davey: 200...300,000 dollars.
Mr. Preston: That's...
Davey: Great, I know. I knew you would be with me on this.
Mr. Preston: Yeah but...what about the board of directors?
Davey: As long as they are being paid I don't really think they care.
Mr. Preston: Check your E-mail, man.
Davey looks at Mr. Preston, then does as he suggested.
Davey: What's this? A letter from the board. OK, what do they want now?
Dear Mr. Ortega,
It has come to our attention that you have been acting rather peculiar these last few weeks. We fear that your unstable mentality may now have become a liability to the Casino. We request that you go to our company psychiatrist for an evaluation
Board of Directors.
What?! This is just foolish.
Mr. Preston: Well, you have been acting rather strange lately. I mean, first you don't care about anything, then you put on make up, now you are planning a hefty donation? I mean, can you really blame them?
Davey: Everyone goes through tough times, Preston. Though, maybe you are right. OK, I guess I will visit the psychiatrist just to keep them off my back. I have to much going on now to defy them.
Mr. Preston: Like what?
Davey: Well, for one I have a match coming up. A pivotal one at that. I mean, I didn't ask for this. I did not ask to be thrown into the mix for the Xtreme title, yet here I am. So I have to capitalize on it.
Mr. Preston: Why is this such a big deal? I mean, you have been given plenty of title shots. Why so keen on winning this one?
Davey: Preston, this is my first title shot since December. That is a long time to not even contest a title. I see this as my opportunity to get back where I need to be, right at the top. Right where the true action is, the nCw World Heavyweight Championship. A win here means I have found my way, my way back to where I was. On the mountain path to the top of this industry. I have been here for almost a year now, and have come so close many times. Yet I was denied. I have learned my lesson in humility, and I am ready. Preston for the first time in a long time I am ready to strap gold around my waist. I can not think of a better title to get right now then my very first. The Xtreme title deserves to be around my waist.
If I can do this, and not choke...then I may get the match I have been gunning for.
Mr. Preston: What match?
Davey: An nCw World Heavyweight Title match. I know what I have said, that I have never needed it to command respect. That is true, but I can not just stand idly by and let it pass me. I have to win it, it calls to me. I want to rewrite history, Preston. I want a title match where it all began, at Road To The Gold.
Mr. Preston: RttG is the September pay per view, Davey. We are still in June. Isn't it a bit premature to be thinking that far ahead?
Davey: No, not in the least. I have the entire summer to prove myself, to re prove myself rather. I have until then to show the world that I can do it. I have got to start, and I have to start now. This is why the match is so important to me. I have to show everyone that they have underestimated me.
Mr. Preston: Well, it's not like you have a walk in the park this Sunday. I mean, The Ace has really been on fire.
Davey: I know, I am completely aware of him. What he has said. He gives himself way to much credit, though I guess he is the only one that gives him any. For the record, I do not care what you have done in the past. You don't see me talking about WCF or XCW, or waving around titles and blow out matches from there. Ace, what you see is what you get. An nCw veteran, a man who has been here since it's inception. A man who has fought with every fiber of his being.
I hear you, I hear you loud and clear. Your words ring my head, clear as a bell. I will give you one thing, it is between you and I. For Reckoning and Hammond it is a matter of wrong place wrong time. Reckoning is the champion at the wrong time, and Hammond is just in the wrong place. Those two don't even matter to me. It is you and I, and we have a score to settle.
So you like fact and fiction? You wanna play?
Fact or Fiction?: The Ace has defeated Davey Ortega one-on-one.
Fiction. The Ace has never defeated me one-on-one. His only victory over me was at the first ShowCase match. Due to interference and distraction by Shaun Wilson. Ace, you do remember that right? The only way you pinned me was by delivering not one, but two sledgehammer shots. The fact is I beat your piddly ass one, two, three a week later.
Fact or Fiction? Davey Ortega made The Ace.
Fiction. I never made you. You made you. Though I will break you. I will show you what it is to be in the ring with an real contender. People say you deserve to be at the main event, I say you are nothing but a man constantly riding on coat tails. The New Empire, Steve Awesome, Mid card-Uprising, and now The Corporate Empire. That is what you do best, Ace. align yourself with the first available team. Well, Ace..bring them. Bring all of the mutineers down to that ring with you. Bring Awesome, bring JFK. I will show you what happens when you provoke something you didn't want. I will show you the after affects of my wake. I will show the true power of just one man waging a One Man War. So tell your buddies, that if they want to interfere they are more then welcome to step into that ring with you. It will save me the trouble of hunting them down and taking them out One...By...One.
Finally, Fact or Fiction? The Ace and Davey Ortega were once friends.
Fact. Yes Ace, we were at one time friends. I used to think of you as my right hand man. I even went as far as getting a card board cut out of you when you were gone. You made me so proud when you executed Sexy Jason for me, when you made an example out of him. My heart filled with pride. This is a fact that is getting harder to over come. You see, I haven't had a lot of friends here. I mean, Spike Kane, Jack Manson, Sexy Jason, and you. That is about it. Now, they all hate me. You know why, Ace? Because at one time or another I made their lives a living hell. What makes you think you are any different? Your hell is coming, the entire Corporate Empires' Hell is coming. So you tell them, you tell them that I have declared war. On you, Karn, Awesome, and Kole. This will not be gentle, or over quickly. I am not your Emperor. As for as I am concerned you all have been excommunicated from my land. I deal with traitors personally, and it all starts with you.
You see Ace, you are not the highest card in the nCw deck. You do not over take me. Your cute little name may have played well with others, but not me. I have out Aced you before and I am more then able to do it again. I do not have to jump over three hurdles, only one. And that one is not that intimidating in the first place. That one is you, and you do not intimidate me. Though I am sure you already know that...and then you will say I don't intimidate you. Fine, we don't scare one another. Though I do agree with what you said about blood. Someone will be covered in it, baptized as you said. Ace, I have been baptized. I was baptized by The God of Xtreme himself, so tell me. just tell me...what can you possibly show me that I haven't seen before? What can you do to me that I have yet to endure? Not a damn thing. You call yourself The Face of Satan..well Satan..I have stood before Icons, Gods, Aliens, and Saviors...and not one of them have been able to put me down and keep me down. So tell me, what makes you think you can do where others better than you have failed? Tell me, Ace.
So you sit there, playing cards with your brothers. Oogling your new wife. Though I want you to ponder one thing. Who the hell do y ou think you are? Who are YOU to insult me? To question me? I am Davey *** damn Ortega, I have constructed Empires, I have faced half the roster, I have been through hell, I have been the main event more times then Kat at a two dollar strip club.
At Picture Perfect, I will regain my title. I will put an end to all of your delusions and show the world, once and for all..
That there is the rest of the roster...
..And then
..There is..
ME!
fade