Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 10, 2009 21:43:27 GMT -6
That party was beyond amazing. Though Preston may have over did it, I believe I held my liquor well. I even remember getting home...so that is a win in anyone's book. Though it is time to live to the other have of the philosophy...those who work hard party hard.
It is now time to give as well as receive. It is time to give them a taste of future greatness with a great promo, removing all doubt form feeble minds about the out come of Metamorphosis.
The scene opens to the VIP room, were the double doors are wide open, and about two feet from them lays a Mr. Preston, passed out on the floor. The door to the new room opens and emerges Davey Ortega, looking a little less than dapper previously viewed. He seems to have just gotten up. Which leaves many to question who has been over seeing the Casino for the time both he and Preston were incapacitated. Though that is neither here nor there. Davey slowly walks towards Preston, stepping over him as he closes the doors. He then turns to Preston, and lightly kicks him a few times.
Davey: Hey, get up.
Preston moves a little, only to just roll over and begin snoring.
Davey: You lazy son of a....
Davey backs up a few, and takes a step to him and kicks him hard in the swell of his back, this causing Preston to wake up immediately.
Mr. Preston: What? Who is that, who are you? Why aint this broad talking?!
Preston takes a few second, looking around and getting his bearings back. He looks up at Davey.
Mr. Preston: Why did you kick me?
Davey just sighs
Davey: Because it's time to get up. Now get off the floor...I need some coffee.
Mr. Preston: Yeah..coffee does sound good.
Preston just lays their as Davey looks at him, Preston returns his look then rolls his eyes.
Mr. Preston: Why, let me get the coffee Davey. It would be my pleasure.
Davey: Thank you Preston. Now get up and rise above the stature of Dirty Deal and make yourself useful.
Preston does get up, slowly. he makes his way to the doors and leaves. Davey watches him as he shakes his head slowly. He rubs his eyes and walks to the couch, sitting down. He sighs a bit.
Davey: I need to pay someone to invent a drink that does not give you hang overs.
After a few minutes Preston returns, with two big, hot cups of coffee. He hands one to Davey and sits beside him. Both taking a few minutes to sip the hot beverage.
Mr. Preston: What a night.
Davey: Do you even remember anything from last night?
Mr. Preston: I remember drinking that purple concoction, after that it all varies.
Davey: I see. Well all in all, I would have to say a successful night.
Mr. Preston: Do you think it wise though? Going out just a few days before your big match at Meta?
Davey: Preston, not only was it wise it was anticipated. Me and Jack enjoy the finer things in life. We also enjoy a celebration party.
Mr. Preston: What were we celebrating?
Davey: The Upper Echelon's achievement as the new Tag Team champions.
Mr. Preston: That hasn't happened.
Davey: Yet.
Mr. Preston: What?
Davey takes a long drink of his coffee
Davey: That hasn't happened yet. Preston have you heard our competition, have you seen them in action? This is not exactly a brain buster, you do not need to be a genius to see the obvious here. Their is no team here who holds a candle to our burning torch. Just as Jack said last night, we will take our place among some of the greatest tag teams to ever grace nCw. When we take our place, we will begin an amazing ascension into tag team legend. All those before us will pale in comparison to what we will accomplish as champions.
I can honestly tell you, with no doubt in my mind that this match is said and done with.
Mr. Preston: I don't know man, I mean you have some competition.
Davey: No...no we don't. Name one team in this match that has an actual shot at defeating us. Go on take your time, I'll wait.
Mr. Preston thinks of the teams...but ultimately stays silent.
Davey: See, see what happens when you utilize the power of that brain? You begin to think logically, and you arrive to the most logical conclusion. No one. No team has a shot, no matter how hard they want it. Not matter how bad they want to grab that gold and take it from us it is just not enough.
NAZI may be the oldest team here, hell they have been jobbing to people since I first walked in the door. Though that is all they are, jobbers. They have no style, no flair or class. They have no talent.
Though at least NAZI realizes this unlike the two that actually talk. Oh yes I am speaking of Dirty Deal. They are still talking, and still annoying me. I mean, they went out and thought of meat as a celebration. Meat...me and Manson lived it up at an exclusive club and they want to go to Hooters and think of juicy meat. They talk to much, they think that just because they mentioned me I ''came out of hiding''
I have never hid from anyone. I have been up against some of the greatest names in nCw and they think I fear them? The only person I fear here is me, because I just may one day realize my full potential and dominate everyone here, with no questions asked.
They have yet to understand that I don't give a damn what they did in a third rate company like XHF. because that is XHF, and this is nCw. Their is a difference, and that difference is solely in talent. We have it, they don't. Simple, so simple even those two can understand. I have yet to see anything significant from them. Though that's OK, I love it when my opponents talk about how great they are when everyone knows they have only gained a reputation slightly better than Mark Evil's.
I am surprised that Dirty Deal still talks, though. They still gab on about how they are the best. Well, guys...Jack and I have a saying, something we decided on when we first formed. We are the best of the best. That means no matter how good you are we are better. Don't worry though, because you guys are not that great to begin with. So, I guess a fraction of our greatness will be enough to blow you away and make you rethink careers. We are all high and mighty, we do belong on a pedestal. We are the Walrus.
Mr. Preston: The Walrus was Paul.
Davey: Key word their would be ''was.''
Anyways, I have heard this all before. I have, and the two of you are nothing new to Jack and I. You are the same arrogant punks who we have been putting in their places for a few years now. You are a generic brand, the flavor of the second. You had your time, and that was it. You have nothing left, no more fuel to burn. Your mistake is simply thinking you can. No matter what your parents told you about the Little Engine That Could, it doesn't happen in real life. Just because you say ''I think I can, I think I can'' doesn't mean you will. What will happen is reality will set in and destroy delusions and false hope. The better team, the best team in nCw will arise and grab what is ours.
You see to us, this is bigger than gold. It is about proving to ourselves that we are back in top form. That coming back here was the best idea. For me, especially.
You see guys I'm going to let you in on something which you may or may not know. My track record here when I left wasn't the greatest. I even earned a little nick name which I am hell bent on getting rid of.
Choke Artist.
I know, sad huh? Though I have the chance to gain back respect from my tag team partner, and the people who left recently. like Spike Kane, Lance Ryan, Trent Helms, and Brad Kane. This match is much more to me than it will ever be to you. At Meta, last year is where this whole name came from. I am not prepared to walk that beaten path again. I am ready to blaze a new trail and begin a dominating reign on this company. I am ready to get back in the saddle again. The two of you are now the only thing in my way, a bump in the road...and a blip on the radar. I'm not even going to mention the other teams, because frankly they have proven to be flakes and unworthy. If the two of you are the only ones with balls enough to speak then so be it, then you are the ones will suffer the defeat and take it to heart.
Well, that is all gentleman. Now their is nothing to do be wait for the date that has been a mystery for so long. All we have to do now is wait until One Eleven Zero Nine.
Davey smiles, and with that the scene cuts.
It is now time to give as well as receive. It is time to give them a taste of future greatness with a great promo, removing all doubt form feeble minds about the out come of Metamorphosis.
The scene opens to the VIP room, were the double doors are wide open, and about two feet from them lays a Mr. Preston, passed out on the floor. The door to the new room opens and emerges Davey Ortega, looking a little less than dapper previously viewed. He seems to have just gotten up. Which leaves many to question who has been over seeing the Casino for the time both he and Preston were incapacitated. Though that is neither here nor there. Davey slowly walks towards Preston, stepping over him as he closes the doors. He then turns to Preston, and lightly kicks him a few times.
Davey: Hey, get up.
Preston moves a little, only to just roll over and begin snoring.
Davey: You lazy son of a....
Davey backs up a few, and takes a step to him and kicks him hard in the swell of his back, this causing Preston to wake up immediately.
Mr. Preston: What? Who is that, who are you? Why aint this broad talking?!
Preston takes a few second, looking around and getting his bearings back. He looks up at Davey.
Mr. Preston: Why did you kick me?
Davey just sighs
Davey: Because it's time to get up. Now get off the floor...I need some coffee.
Mr. Preston: Yeah..coffee does sound good.
Preston just lays their as Davey looks at him, Preston returns his look then rolls his eyes.
Mr. Preston: Why, let me get the coffee Davey. It would be my pleasure.
Davey: Thank you Preston. Now get up and rise above the stature of Dirty Deal and make yourself useful.
Preston does get up, slowly. he makes his way to the doors and leaves. Davey watches him as he shakes his head slowly. He rubs his eyes and walks to the couch, sitting down. He sighs a bit.
Davey: I need to pay someone to invent a drink that does not give you hang overs.
After a few minutes Preston returns, with two big, hot cups of coffee. He hands one to Davey and sits beside him. Both taking a few minutes to sip the hot beverage.
Mr. Preston: What a night.
Davey: Do you even remember anything from last night?
Mr. Preston: I remember drinking that purple concoction, after that it all varies.
Davey: I see. Well all in all, I would have to say a successful night.
Mr. Preston: Do you think it wise though? Going out just a few days before your big match at Meta?
Davey: Preston, not only was it wise it was anticipated. Me and Jack enjoy the finer things in life. We also enjoy a celebration party.
Mr. Preston: What were we celebrating?
Davey: The Upper Echelon's achievement as the new Tag Team champions.
Mr. Preston: That hasn't happened.
Davey: Yet.
Mr. Preston: What?
Davey takes a long drink of his coffee
Davey: That hasn't happened yet. Preston have you heard our competition, have you seen them in action? This is not exactly a brain buster, you do not need to be a genius to see the obvious here. Their is no team here who holds a candle to our burning torch. Just as Jack said last night, we will take our place among some of the greatest tag teams to ever grace nCw. When we take our place, we will begin an amazing ascension into tag team legend. All those before us will pale in comparison to what we will accomplish as champions.
I can honestly tell you, with no doubt in my mind that this match is said and done with.
Mr. Preston: I don't know man, I mean you have some competition.
Davey: No...no we don't. Name one team in this match that has an actual shot at defeating us. Go on take your time, I'll wait.
Mr. Preston thinks of the teams...but ultimately stays silent.
Davey: See, see what happens when you utilize the power of that brain? You begin to think logically, and you arrive to the most logical conclusion. No one. No team has a shot, no matter how hard they want it. Not matter how bad they want to grab that gold and take it from us it is just not enough.
NAZI may be the oldest team here, hell they have been jobbing to people since I first walked in the door. Though that is all they are, jobbers. They have no style, no flair or class. They have no talent.
Though at least NAZI realizes this unlike the two that actually talk. Oh yes I am speaking of Dirty Deal. They are still talking, and still annoying me. I mean, they went out and thought of meat as a celebration. Meat...me and Manson lived it up at an exclusive club and they want to go to Hooters and think of juicy meat. They talk to much, they think that just because they mentioned me I ''came out of hiding''
I have never hid from anyone. I have been up against some of the greatest names in nCw and they think I fear them? The only person I fear here is me, because I just may one day realize my full potential and dominate everyone here, with no questions asked.
They have yet to understand that I don't give a damn what they did in a third rate company like XHF. because that is XHF, and this is nCw. Their is a difference, and that difference is solely in talent. We have it, they don't. Simple, so simple even those two can understand. I have yet to see anything significant from them. Though that's OK, I love it when my opponents talk about how great they are when everyone knows they have only gained a reputation slightly better than Mark Evil's.
I am surprised that Dirty Deal still talks, though. They still gab on about how they are the best. Well, guys...Jack and I have a saying, something we decided on when we first formed. We are the best of the best. That means no matter how good you are we are better. Don't worry though, because you guys are not that great to begin with. So, I guess a fraction of our greatness will be enough to blow you away and make you rethink careers. We are all high and mighty, we do belong on a pedestal. We are the Walrus.
Mr. Preston: The Walrus was Paul.
Davey: Key word their would be ''was.''
Anyways, I have heard this all before. I have, and the two of you are nothing new to Jack and I. You are the same arrogant punks who we have been putting in their places for a few years now. You are a generic brand, the flavor of the second. You had your time, and that was it. You have nothing left, no more fuel to burn. Your mistake is simply thinking you can. No matter what your parents told you about the Little Engine That Could, it doesn't happen in real life. Just because you say ''I think I can, I think I can'' doesn't mean you will. What will happen is reality will set in and destroy delusions and false hope. The better team, the best team in nCw will arise and grab what is ours.
You see to us, this is bigger than gold. It is about proving to ourselves that we are back in top form. That coming back here was the best idea. For me, especially.
You see guys I'm going to let you in on something which you may or may not know. My track record here when I left wasn't the greatest. I even earned a little nick name which I am hell bent on getting rid of.
Choke Artist.
I know, sad huh? Though I have the chance to gain back respect from my tag team partner, and the people who left recently. like Spike Kane, Lance Ryan, Trent Helms, and Brad Kane. This match is much more to me than it will ever be to you. At Meta, last year is where this whole name came from. I am not prepared to walk that beaten path again. I am ready to blaze a new trail and begin a dominating reign on this company. I am ready to get back in the saddle again. The two of you are now the only thing in my way, a bump in the road...and a blip on the radar. I'm not even going to mention the other teams, because frankly they have proven to be flakes and unworthy. If the two of you are the only ones with balls enough to speak then so be it, then you are the ones will suffer the defeat and take it to heart.
Well, that is all gentleman. Now their is nothing to do be wait for the date that has been a mystery for so long. All we have to do now is wait until One Eleven Zero Nine.
Davey smiles, and with that the scene cuts.