Post by Davey Ortega on Aug 4, 2007 21:03:53 GMT -6
So many people entered the nCw. So many people have high hopes, dreams, and ambitions. Only one..ONE can survive this tournament. Only one can feel the weight of the gold after it is all said and done. It all starts tomorrow, at Collision. The aptly and appropriately named event. Names collide, people begin anew, and others begin exactly where they left off. This is the nCw debut of one, Davey Ortega. The Genius Macrobian...the Present and Future. So many names, but the fact remains of who he is and what he has done..and can do. That is one man fighting in this tournament. His opponent, the very competant Chris Wilkins. These two men know nothing about each other, so how will Collision turn out?
The scene opens in the VIP room of the Casino. Davey and Mr. Preston are seen. Mr. Preston watching something on the computer, while Davey is at his desk.
Mr. Preston: Hey man, come here and check this out.
Davey gets up and walks over to him, confused on what he sees.
Davey: Thats...Wilkins. How in the hell did you get his latest promo?
Mr. Preston: Remember WCF, and Skyler Strikers Opponent Surveillance System?
Davey: Yeah...Oh no..you didn't..
Mr. Preston: We st...brorrowed his technology.
Davey: You stole Strikers surveillance technology? Skyler Striker, one of the most dominate WCF champions in recent history.
Mr. Preston: Yeah pretty much
Davey: Cool, let me see.
They watch in silence as Chris speaks.
Davey: I have to agree with what he said. Well, most of it. We have been acting kind of childish. Using stupid insults and everything. Lets just stick to good, old fashioned promotional speeches and wrestling. Chris, I admire you. You have a fighting spirit that is truly rare in this business anymore. Though I just can not lay down, and let you have this match. I have to prove myself. Not to you, or to the roster..but to myself. I have to prove to myself I am here for the right reasons and have the right drive and spirit to be the first nCw Champion upon it's reopening. You say you have to prove yourself to everyone..why? why must you fight for them? What..are you a dog for them? Barking at your masters command? I fight for myself, and constantly set limits and break them for myself. I have nothing to prove to nCw management, or the roster. As you said half the roster knows me, so why should I have to prove anything to them, right? Wrong. I wouldn't give a damn if this was my first match in my young career...I do not bark for anyone. I do not lay down matches, and I sure as hell don't go out there for anyone..but me.
Once again you say you will break me. Once again I say..no. You claim you will break me? How? How can you possibly even think that? I am the Present and Future of this company. The man, soon to be the first nCw Champion in it's reopening. Do you honestly think you can stop that, stop me? No. You can't. Though I do have a reason for it this time. A rather simple reason. You are not good enough. You're not. You are not better than me, nor can you ever hope to best me in any competitive sport. Why? Once again, you fight for other people. You don't do it for yourself. Like I said I do admire your spirit..but it's in the wrong place. Once you figure out that you are fighting for the wrong reasons then maybe you will be on my level. Just maybe. Though highly unlikely.
I can not wait for tomorrow either. I can not wait to put you in your place, in your dog house. So bark, bark for your corporate masters. Because my bite...is worse than your bark.
The scene slowly fades out
The scene opens in the VIP room of the Casino. Davey and Mr. Preston are seen. Mr. Preston watching something on the computer, while Davey is at his desk.
Mr. Preston: Hey man, come here and check this out.
Davey gets up and walks over to him, confused on what he sees.
Davey: Thats...Wilkins. How in the hell did you get his latest promo?
Mr. Preston: Remember WCF, and Skyler Strikers Opponent Surveillance System?
Davey: Yeah...Oh no..you didn't..
Mr. Preston: We st...brorrowed his technology.
Davey: You stole Strikers surveillance technology? Skyler Striker, one of the most dominate WCF champions in recent history.
Mr. Preston: Yeah pretty much
Davey: Cool, let me see.
They watch in silence as Chris speaks.
Davey: I have to agree with what he said. Well, most of it. We have been acting kind of childish. Using stupid insults and everything. Lets just stick to good, old fashioned promotional speeches and wrestling. Chris, I admire you. You have a fighting spirit that is truly rare in this business anymore. Though I just can not lay down, and let you have this match. I have to prove myself. Not to you, or to the roster..but to myself. I have to prove to myself I am here for the right reasons and have the right drive and spirit to be the first nCw Champion upon it's reopening. You say you have to prove yourself to everyone..why? why must you fight for them? What..are you a dog for them? Barking at your masters command? I fight for myself, and constantly set limits and break them for myself. I have nothing to prove to nCw management, or the roster. As you said half the roster knows me, so why should I have to prove anything to them, right? Wrong. I wouldn't give a damn if this was my first match in my young career...I do not bark for anyone. I do not lay down matches, and I sure as hell don't go out there for anyone..but me.
Once again you say you will break me. Once again I say..no. You claim you will break me? How? How can you possibly even think that? I am the Present and Future of this company. The man, soon to be the first nCw Champion in it's reopening. Do you honestly think you can stop that, stop me? No. You can't. Though I do have a reason for it this time. A rather simple reason. You are not good enough. You're not. You are not better than me, nor can you ever hope to best me in any competitive sport. Why? Once again, you fight for other people. You don't do it for yourself. Like I said I do admire your spirit..but it's in the wrong place. Once you figure out that you are fighting for the wrong reasons then maybe you will be on my level. Just maybe. Though highly unlikely.
I can not wait for tomorrow either. I can not wait to put you in your place, in your dog house. So bark, bark for your corporate masters. Because my bite...is worse than your bark.
The scene slowly fades out