Post by Davey Ortega on Dec 28, 2007 16:27:33 GMT -5
Never thought I would be here again. Here to see what is and what could be and talk about how great I was and the like. I thought it was over. I thought it was dead. I thought I was finally free from the WCF. Surprise, surprise when I get the call. I was just sitting home. It's all I have done since my short stint in The GWC. My money from years of work is almost lost, and I am forced to come here again. Just like LJ, I am here for the cash, but that is not all I am here for. No, no. I am here to give this place on last hoorah. WCF is dead, yet people keep reanimating it. Seth called me, wanting me to sign up for this Classic. What a name, sad part is only a handful of us are considered ''classic''. Though that is WCF's and Seth's style.
I was appalled at first, but then did join just because I needed the cash. I then thought, I could finally lay WCF down to rest. I could finally kill it once and for all and be free. Free of Seth and WCF all together. Just thinking about it gets my juices flowing.
So many people here. Vice, Cairo, CD, LJ and others. So many people I have fought with and lost too. Now is my time to come back here and not ''seek revenge'' but seek redemption. To redeem myself in everyones eyes and deliver the final blow to the WCF.
The scene opens in the vast field that harnesses The Old School. Nothing has changed since the WCF last saw the glorious Edifice. Maybe a few more rotting holes, though nothing big. The camera pans out and back in to the Classroom of the Old School. Outcast is standing in this room looking out the window viewing nothing but openness.
Outcast: It is amazing how you can be gone for so long and nothing truly changes. I have not been here since The GWC, over six months ago and yet here I am. In the same room, of the same place, just like always. This is my home, my setting. Home..what an odd word. Because it seems I am having a ''homecoming'' of sorts. Sunday I return home, to the WCF. Most people would be so excited about this opportunity, yet I am at a loss. I am only here to compete in this so called Classic and be done with it. This is the Seventh time WCF has done something, and Seth swore last time was the last time. Heh..little drunken prick. Of course he has to make some stupid tournament of new real value to anyone. Is this for your own amusement I wonder? Well don't expect me to jump through any hoops for you. I am here on my own accord. I have no intention of proving to people that I am going to win, because I MUST win. I must be the one to go forth and destroy this place. I can't think of a better to do that then to go on and win this tournament and then stab WCF in the heart. Seth, WCF is dead. Let it die. Though no, instead of being a man and saying ''I screwed up'' you have to create some ridiculous tournament and have us all compete. Why though? Why are we here? What is the point of us competing? Is CDs title going to on the line? Will the Classic winner get some sort of wish? I know why I am here, because if I when I can kill WCF off.
This is not some ''NCW"' kick. This is me saying Let it Die. This Classic is a joke. Me, Carr, and CD are the only ones who deserve to be considered ''Classic'' and you let all these other people compete. Though thats fine, Seth. You wanted it, now you got it.
Outcast sighs, as he turns his back to the window.
Outcast: My match is against one Lawnmower Jones. I do not know much about him other than his whole HGTV gig he has going. He's here for money and I can not blame him at all. Everyone needs money. Jones I can not wait to face you. I have been wanting to ever since you stepped into the ring. You are a phenomenal wrestler and it will be one hell of a fight. Just don't come drunk. Come sober, show me the bad ass you are. I will not accept anything less.
The scene fades out.
I was appalled at first, but then did join just because I needed the cash. I then thought, I could finally lay WCF down to rest. I could finally kill it once and for all and be free. Free of Seth and WCF all together. Just thinking about it gets my juices flowing.
So many people here. Vice, Cairo, CD, LJ and others. So many people I have fought with and lost too. Now is my time to come back here and not ''seek revenge'' but seek redemption. To redeem myself in everyones eyes and deliver the final blow to the WCF.
The scene opens in the vast field that harnesses The Old School. Nothing has changed since the WCF last saw the glorious Edifice. Maybe a few more rotting holes, though nothing big. The camera pans out and back in to the Classroom of the Old School. Outcast is standing in this room looking out the window viewing nothing but openness.
Outcast: It is amazing how you can be gone for so long and nothing truly changes. I have not been here since The GWC, over six months ago and yet here I am. In the same room, of the same place, just like always. This is my home, my setting. Home..what an odd word. Because it seems I am having a ''homecoming'' of sorts. Sunday I return home, to the WCF. Most people would be so excited about this opportunity, yet I am at a loss. I am only here to compete in this so called Classic and be done with it. This is the Seventh time WCF has done something, and Seth swore last time was the last time. Heh..little drunken prick. Of course he has to make some stupid tournament of new real value to anyone. Is this for your own amusement I wonder? Well don't expect me to jump through any hoops for you. I am here on my own accord. I have no intention of proving to people that I am going to win, because I MUST win. I must be the one to go forth and destroy this place. I can't think of a better to do that then to go on and win this tournament and then stab WCF in the heart. Seth, WCF is dead. Let it die. Though no, instead of being a man and saying ''I screwed up'' you have to create some ridiculous tournament and have us all compete. Why though? Why are we here? What is the point of us competing? Is CDs title going to on the line? Will the Classic winner get some sort of wish? I know why I am here, because if I when I can kill WCF off.
This is not some ''NCW"' kick. This is me saying Let it Die. This Classic is a joke. Me, Carr, and CD are the only ones who deserve to be considered ''Classic'' and you let all these other people compete. Though thats fine, Seth. You wanted it, now you got it.
Outcast sighs, as he turns his back to the window.
Outcast: My match is against one Lawnmower Jones. I do not know much about him other than his whole HGTV gig he has going. He's here for money and I can not blame him at all. Everyone needs money. Jones I can not wait to face you. I have been wanting to ever since you stepped into the ring. You are a phenomenal wrestler and it will be one hell of a fight. Just don't come drunk. Come sober, show me the bad ass you are. I will not accept anything less.
The scene fades out.
