Post by Davey Ortega on Aug 11, 2007 14:17:52 GMT -6
I have always lived my life on one founding rule. ''I do not blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask they pay for them.'' This one rule, one saying can teach you a lot. Forgiveness, humility, and respect. You see, people can change. People can become better, stronger, and faster. People can advance in life, in careers. Which is precisely what I have done. Advanced. I made it past round one of the tournament. I am now in the second round, and couldn't be happier. I put on a hell of a show, but something still didn't fit right with my calculations. Something illogical was said, though that is all in due time. I will focus on that in a later segment, because this is going to take a lot of time. Something has to be known, to be made aware of.
The scene opens in the VIP room of the Casino. Mr. Preston is on the computer, and Davey is standing by the window, looking up at the pitch black sky.
Mr. Preston: What are you doing?
Davey: Looking at the eternal abyss. Looking at darkness in it's essence, it's form. It reminds me that everything must maintain a balance. Light and Dark. Good and Evil. Winner and Loser. Everything must have an equal and opposite. Nothing can escape that fact, not even I.
Mr. Preston: You did very well last week, hell you brought down the whole show. You were in the spotlight according to most people and magazines.
Davey: I know. I told everyone I was the Present and Future and they just shook it off, ignored it. So I had to go out and prove to them what I am and what I am capable of. Wilkins was a formidable opponent though I guess I simply out shined him.
Mr. Preston: Hm, like a star?
Davey: Heh, yes. Like a star. Speaking of ''stars'' did you catch a glimpse of who my opponents are?
Mr. Preston: Yeah. How could I not? It's the main event of Collision. You and Tank, take on Lance Ryan and JJ Biggs.
Davey: Well, I'm truly not worried about Biggs. He hasn't said one word since he won last week, then got chased off by my tag partner for this week. I know Biggs, he would of said something by now. I believe he won't even show up anyways. Apparently he's been having personal problems or something to that affect. So, this leaves just one person. One person who likes to talk and try to down talk ME. Lance Ryan. The man who lives in the darkness and performs human sacrifices and hexes and whatever.
Mr. Preston: He does?!?
Davey: I don't ****ing know. All I know is he spoke a lot this past week.
Now Lance, I want you to be well aware of one thing and one thing only. I WILL show up tomorrow. There will be no ''traffic jam'' or ''flight confusion.'' I will be there ready to fight. Lance I am something special. Everyone agrees with it despite what you think. What you may believe doesn't make it true. You've been here for a week, and all you can hear is my name. Davey Ortega. The tournament champion, the first nCw champion upon it's reopening. Now I know that angers you inside. That people doubt you. Well Lance people will always doubt you. Do you know why? Because your generic. You rag on Tank for being the resident monster. You say everyone has one. True. But not all are alike. And you also ran like a little girl who pissed herself at wal mart when he came running down the ring. You didn't even stay to fight him Mr. ''I'm always up for a fight.'' So you can talk and bad mouth him allll you want. The fact remains you ran from him..ran. Think of it. Now if it was me I would of fought but hey, I fight for myself and my reasons. You apparently had other plans.
Now I mentioned one thing. That you were generic. You can sit there and tell me your not but you are. How do I know you ask? Simple. You live in the dark, no one will ever be able to fight you in the dark? OK Undertaker. Whatever you say Kane. I'll be sure to find you in the Bowery, Raven. You see it's been done. No one is impressed by it, nor certainly intimidated by it. You're just a flash in the pan, someone to be used as a ''filler.'' Thats all you are. You will never be more. People will never talk about you the way they already talk about me. My match last week stole the show, yours was boring and generic. Mine was exciting and innovative. When my name is mentioned people already say ''Oh, you mean the future nCw champion?'' when your name is mentioned people say ''Oh, the guy who thinks he's in the Ministry of Darkness?''
This match will benefit me more if I show up, anyways. You see this way I get a feel for all the guys in the tournament. I get to get inside their heads, and figure out fighting styles and weaknesses. So if I were to not show up then not only would I miss a paycheck, and get a little rusty, but also have to spend a week studying tapes. So, why would I want all that when it would be so much simpler to step up and take this match down? I mean I would love my second victory here to be in the main event. Now Lance, it's already common knowledge you are scared of Tank, but why don't you just admit to me and to everyone that you are scared of me too. Why else would you just suggest to me not to show up? Afraid I'm going to out shine you? Well, I am. I'm the Genius Macrobian, it's what I do.
So while you thrive in the dark, Vampiro. Let me just say one thing. The darkness gets confusing. Senses gets blurred, and people change. You are a prime example. You are confused. You think you can beat me, that you will be a bigger star than I. I have no idea why you are even thinking this. I'm Davey Ortega. I truly do not need another reason aside from that to prove you wrong. I AM the Present and Future. I will go out there and prove once again I am the best thing this company has. Hands down.
Mr. Preston: Wow...that was a hell of a rant. Shot down his first promo.
Davey: Erm...first? He did MORE?!?! Oh crap!
Mr. Preston: Yeah, check it out for yourself.
Davey walks over to the computer. After a few minutes he sighs and puts his head down.
Davey: When did I ever make a save? Or a statement for that matter?
Mr. Preston: You didn't.
Davey raises his head up.
Davey: This is the second time. The second time in two weeks my opponent talks about something that never happened. Just like when Wilkins said I was what I wasn't. Now I have Lance going around saying I made the save and then made a huge statement. Lance, that never happened. In all honesty I didn't even want this match. I wanted a singles match because tag teams are so...moronic. If you can't do something on you're own then you shouldn't even try.
Mr. Preston: This coming from a former KWA Tag Team Champion.
Davey: That was during my earlier years. I'm not afraid to admit I needed some help then. Though now, I'm more experienced and can handle any and all adversaries. I CAN fight in tag matches, make no mistake about that, but I choose to work alone.
Lance there is a reason no one has heard from until just now. I'm a very busy man. I have a Casino to run, and an empire to build. Unlike you I can't spend all my time brooding over the fact you will never be better than me. Sorry. I know it hurts, but it's the truth. The truth must be heard. For your sake. You're promos are riddled with ludicrous sayings and blatant untrue marks.
Like I said..I never made a ''save'' or a ''statement.'' Also, I never ''came after you.'' This is the first time our names have ever been on the same match. I never got into your business last week, nor did I have any intentions of doing so. We are in this match by circumstance. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't request it, because why would I? We probably would of ended up facing each other down the road anyways. Though you seem intent on fighting me so we will. I will fight you, and I will beat you. You can't do anything to stop that fact, in fact no one can. I don't give a damn if it's two on one or not, I can beat you one on one. I don't need Tank to help me beat you, though you may want to take your brothers advice and get another partner if indeed Biggs bails.
Of course I am a marked man. I'm Davey ''The Genius Macrobian'' Ortega. Everyone is after me to prove to people they can beat me. I'm used to having a target on me. That's what happens when you are greatness personified. When you are The Present and Future people tend to mark you. You don't have that problem, I do. Though I will accept it as a sign of respect. I mean, hell..who isn't gunning for me anyways? Lance you are just one name on the list of many. You're just a speed bump to me and nothing more. You are just..in my way to achieving what it rightly mine. So, step aside. I have more important things to do then cater to your theatrics.
The scene slowly fades out, with on shining spot in the blackness. Then words.
My Star will Outshine the Darkest and Brightest.
The scene opens in the VIP room of the Casino. Mr. Preston is on the computer, and Davey is standing by the window, looking up at the pitch black sky.
Mr. Preston: What are you doing?
Davey: Looking at the eternal abyss. Looking at darkness in it's essence, it's form. It reminds me that everything must maintain a balance. Light and Dark. Good and Evil. Winner and Loser. Everything must have an equal and opposite. Nothing can escape that fact, not even I.
Mr. Preston: You did very well last week, hell you brought down the whole show. You were in the spotlight according to most people and magazines.
Davey: I know. I told everyone I was the Present and Future and they just shook it off, ignored it. So I had to go out and prove to them what I am and what I am capable of. Wilkins was a formidable opponent though I guess I simply out shined him.
Mr. Preston: Hm, like a star?
Davey: Heh, yes. Like a star. Speaking of ''stars'' did you catch a glimpse of who my opponents are?
Mr. Preston: Yeah. How could I not? It's the main event of Collision. You and Tank, take on Lance Ryan and JJ Biggs.
Davey: Well, I'm truly not worried about Biggs. He hasn't said one word since he won last week, then got chased off by my tag partner for this week. I know Biggs, he would of said something by now. I believe he won't even show up anyways. Apparently he's been having personal problems or something to that affect. So, this leaves just one person. One person who likes to talk and try to down talk ME. Lance Ryan. The man who lives in the darkness and performs human sacrifices and hexes and whatever.
Mr. Preston: He does?!?
Davey: I don't ****ing know. All I know is he spoke a lot this past week.
Now Lance, I want you to be well aware of one thing and one thing only. I WILL show up tomorrow. There will be no ''traffic jam'' or ''flight confusion.'' I will be there ready to fight. Lance I am something special. Everyone agrees with it despite what you think. What you may believe doesn't make it true. You've been here for a week, and all you can hear is my name. Davey Ortega. The tournament champion, the first nCw champion upon it's reopening. Now I know that angers you inside. That people doubt you. Well Lance people will always doubt you. Do you know why? Because your generic. You rag on Tank for being the resident monster. You say everyone has one. True. But not all are alike. And you also ran like a little girl who pissed herself at wal mart when he came running down the ring. You didn't even stay to fight him Mr. ''I'm always up for a fight.'' So you can talk and bad mouth him allll you want. The fact remains you ran from him..ran. Think of it. Now if it was me I would of fought but hey, I fight for myself and my reasons. You apparently had other plans.
Now I mentioned one thing. That you were generic. You can sit there and tell me your not but you are. How do I know you ask? Simple. You live in the dark, no one will ever be able to fight you in the dark? OK Undertaker. Whatever you say Kane. I'll be sure to find you in the Bowery, Raven. You see it's been done. No one is impressed by it, nor certainly intimidated by it. You're just a flash in the pan, someone to be used as a ''filler.'' Thats all you are. You will never be more. People will never talk about you the way they already talk about me. My match last week stole the show, yours was boring and generic. Mine was exciting and innovative. When my name is mentioned people already say ''Oh, you mean the future nCw champion?'' when your name is mentioned people say ''Oh, the guy who thinks he's in the Ministry of Darkness?''
This match will benefit me more if I show up, anyways. You see this way I get a feel for all the guys in the tournament. I get to get inside their heads, and figure out fighting styles and weaknesses. So if I were to not show up then not only would I miss a paycheck, and get a little rusty, but also have to spend a week studying tapes. So, why would I want all that when it would be so much simpler to step up and take this match down? I mean I would love my second victory here to be in the main event. Now Lance, it's already common knowledge you are scared of Tank, but why don't you just admit to me and to everyone that you are scared of me too. Why else would you just suggest to me not to show up? Afraid I'm going to out shine you? Well, I am. I'm the Genius Macrobian, it's what I do.
So while you thrive in the dark, Vampiro. Let me just say one thing. The darkness gets confusing. Senses gets blurred, and people change. You are a prime example. You are confused. You think you can beat me, that you will be a bigger star than I. I have no idea why you are even thinking this. I'm Davey Ortega. I truly do not need another reason aside from that to prove you wrong. I AM the Present and Future. I will go out there and prove once again I am the best thing this company has. Hands down.
Mr. Preston: Wow...that was a hell of a rant. Shot down his first promo.
Davey: Erm...first? He did MORE?!?! Oh crap!
Mr. Preston: Yeah, check it out for yourself.
Davey walks over to the computer. After a few minutes he sighs and puts his head down.
Davey: When did I ever make a save? Or a statement for that matter?
Mr. Preston: You didn't.
Davey raises his head up.
Davey: This is the second time. The second time in two weeks my opponent talks about something that never happened. Just like when Wilkins said I was what I wasn't. Now I have Lance going around saying I made the save and then made a huge statement. Lance, that never happened. In all honesty I didn't even want this match. I wanted a singles match because tag teams are so...moronic. If you can't do something on you're own then you shouldn't even try.
Mr. Preston: This coming from a former KWA Tag Team Champion.
Davey: That was during my earlier years. I'm not afraid to admit I needed some help then. Though now, I'm more experienced and can handle any and all adversaries. I CAN fight in tag matches, make no mistake about that, but I choose to work alone.
Lance there is a reason no one has heard from until just now. I'm a very busy man. I have a Casino to run, and an empire to build. Unlike you I can't spend all my time brooding over the fact you will never be better than me. Sorry. I know it hurts, but it's the truth. The truth must be heard. For your sake. You're promos are riddled with ludicrous sayings and blatant untrue marks.
Like I said..I never made a ''save'' or a ''statement.'' Also, I never ''came after you.'' This is the first time our names have ever been on the same match. I never got into your business last week, nor did I have any intentions of doing so. We are in this match by circumstance. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't request it, because why would I? We probably would of ended up facing each other down the road anyways. Though you seem intent on fighting me so we will. I will fight you, and I will beat you. You can't do anything to stop that fact, in fact no one can. I don't give a damn if it's two on one or not, I can beat you one on one. I don't need Tank to help me beat you, though you may want to take your brothers advice and get another partner if indeed Biggs bails.
Of course I am a marked man. I'm Davey ''The Genius Macrobian'' Ortega. Everyone is after me to prove to people they can beat me. I'm used to having a target on me. That's what happens when you are greatness personified. When you are The Present and Future people tend to mark you. You don't have that problem, I do. Though I will accept it as a sign of respect. I mean, hell..who isn't gunning for me anyways? Lance you are just one name on the list of many. You're just a speed bump to me and nothing more. You are just..in my way to achieving what it rightly mine. So, step aside. I have more important things to do then cater to your theatrics.
The scene slowly fades out, with on shining spot in the blackness. Then words.
My Star will Outshine the Darkest and Brightest.