Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 29, 2006 4:49:45 GMT -5
*The camera fades in to the door of former General Manager Davey Ortega. Though something seems a bit off about it...mainly the door bluntly states ''Future CEO: Davey Ortega'' in place of the General Manager. The camera man opens the door to Davey straightening up a picture of himself. He turns around to see the camera man and a coy smiles forms on his lips.*
Davey: I didn't hear a knock..
Camera man: Sorry Davey, I was...
Davey: What you call me? Davey? No no...see you address me as Mr. Ortega. And I'll address you as ''Bitch'' ...Kosher?
Camera man: Well I..
Davey: Yeah not now...I do not want to hear your useless ramblings. Anyways, I am actually glad to see you..since I need to preach a few things.
*Davey clears his throat as he walks to the front of his desk.*
Davey: Attention WCF fans and employees. I know alot of you have been a bit confused since a little before War. I'm sure everyone is thinking ''Why is Davey Ortega attempting to take over WCF?'' The answer is extraordinarily simple; Seth can not run a successful business. Hell Seth can't even wrestle. He has no place in WCF. Not behind a desk, not in a ring...not even behind a camera. I proved my dominance over Seth at War. He attempted to blind side me. To take me out of the War match as soon as possible. Well what happen? You guessed it...I, David Allen Ortega, dropped him right on his head, crashing it on a steel chair. Pinning him...one, two three. He was the quickest of all combatants eliminated. Then he sent in his little posse...Mad and Rage. They failed. They couldn't dispose of me either. A leader is to be strong, and ruthless. Seth posses neither of those and showed his weakness at the War. You can not eliminate me...how can you possible hope to eliminate The Liberation? The Cause..how, Seth, how?
Camera man: I'm sorry...The Liberation?
Davey: Will you shut the hell up I'm getting to it. I have a feeling alot of WCF employees feel the same way I do. My fellow wrestler join me in my quest to liberate a great company from the hands of an incompetent failure. Help me gain control of this grand company, and I will make everything worth your while. I already have a list made out...but all is welcome to join. The Liberation has started Seth...though right now I may be the only crusader in it but I will pick up more...there will always be people wanting change and I..I can bring the change. Now...onto Sunday Slam. The main event, a huge nine man tag team match. In one team there is the tandem of Logan, Reckless Jack, and Wreck. Logan, the man. The winner of the War. Big deal. Logan no one cares if you win...because that belt you carry is a false championship. Thats right. Now before you start saying ''Boudle this, and Boudle that...and SHUT UP!!'' Let me explain my statement. The reason the once glorious WCF title is no more than a piece of trash is because of what it represents. It was born from a man who at one time had great ambition...but over the years the title has fallen into some pretty shaky hands. The title has been tossed around from one person to the next like a bomb...or so it seemed. Until a great man came in to WCF...untill Trent Hunter strapped it around his waist. That's the only wrestler, who I thought, was good enough to bring pride back to it. You...well...we all know you and Lerch have a thing together... Anyways, I'll let you get back to being a bitch now. Reckless Jack, the name says it all. He's crazy, insane...and stupid. Jack what business do you even have in this match? Because you and Logan and Wreck decided to threesome some people at the War? That garners YOU a main event match? Jack..it takes alot to be even considered main event status. You, my friend...just don't have it. You never have. Hey...keep trying kid...maybe you'll earn yourself a Hardcore title shot in the next six months. ...Then, there was Wreck. Wreck, where the hell have you been? I thought you died. Wreck...hmm...I guess I'll have to finish what nature seemingly couldn't do. Damn...I clean up everyones mistakes. That is one team, three posers. Now, for the favorites. The team of Creeping Death, Dake Ken, and me..Davey Ortega. Creep, CD...you did well at the War..but I think you went below your standards. Just try to rise up to the occasion at Slam. Be the old you, Death. The suicidal maniac who whooped ass. Thats what I want, what these people want. Come back to us...give us a taste of true darkness. Dake Ken, you were amazing at the War. I thought you were it, that it was you...the next WCF champion was you. I was wrong. Dake, we know each other fairly well. I mean I backed you one hundred percent last time in WCF. You are the man, you are great..you rival my own inspiration to these mindless morons. I want you to walk into Slam with one thing on your mind...destruction. I want you to destroy Logan..and prove you not only deserve..but demand a one on one match. Then..ofcourse theres me. The Genius, The Liberator. Enough said about my greatness. The favorites..us. Now..onto a laughable tag team. The Three Stooges. Seth Lerch, Rick Mad, and Rage. Seth...man...what are you thinking? Was losing the War not hard enough? Now you actually want to get back into the ring with me? I mean I don't get it. You lost to me once..you will lose to me again...and then you will lose your company..to me. Are you a glutton for punishment? For humiliation? Seth..do the noble, right..and sane thing. Give up. Walk out...leave me WCF. I don't want to take it from a broken down man...but I will. Seth, think about what your doing. Think about your family...if you resist I just may fire your sister when the inevitable happens. Weigh upon it...make the right decision. Anyways, Mad and Rage. The two of you together couldn't get the job done...and yet here you are again..in my way. Does Seth mean that much to you..are you that loyal to him? He has put you in a very dangerous match with dangerous combatants. Guys...you were good a few years ago. Though now anymore...you're pathetic. Think about it guys..is Seth worth that much to you that you are willing to go down with him?
*Scene fades.*
Davey: I didn't hear a knock..
Camera man: Sorry Davey, I was...
Davey: What you call me? Davey? No no...see you address me as Mr. Ortega. And I'll address you as ''Bitch'' ...Kosher?
Camera man: Well I..
Davey: Yeah not now...I do not want to hear your useless ramblings. Anyways, I am actually glad to see you..since I need to preach a few things.
*Davey clears his throat as he walks to the front of his desk.*
Davey: Attention WCF fans and employees. I know alot of you have been a bit confused since a little before War. I'm sure everyone is thinking ''Why is Davey Ortega attempting to take over WCF?'' The answer is extraordinarily simple; Seth can not run a successful business. Hell Seth can't even wrestle. He has no place in WCF. Not behind a desk, not in a ring...not even behind a camera. I proved my dominance over Seth at War. He attempted to blind side me. To take me out of the War match as soon as possible. Well what happen? You guessed it...I, David Allen Ortega, dropped him right on his head, crashing it on a steel chair. Pinning him...one, two three. He was the quickest of all combatants eliminated. Then he sent in his little posse...Mad and Rage. They failed. They couldn't dispose of me either. A leader is to be strong, and ruthless. Seth posses neither of those and showed his weakness at the War. You can not eliminate me...how can you possible hope to eliminate The Liberation? The Cause..how, Seth, how?
Camera man: I'm sorry...The Liberation?
Davey: Will you shut the hell up I'm getting to it. I have a feeling alot of WCF employees feel the same way I do. My fellow wrestler join me in my quest to liberate a great company from the hands of an incompetent failure. Help me gain control of this grand company, and I will make everything worth your while. I already have a list made out...but all is welcome to join. The Liberation has started Seth...though right now I may be the only crusader in it but I will pick up more...there will always be people wanting change and I..I can bring the change. Now...onto Sunday Slam. The main event, a huge nine man tag team match. In one team there is the tandem of Logan, Reckless Jack, and Wreck. Logan, the man. The winner of the War. Big deal. Logan no one cares if you win...because that belt you carry is a false championship. Thats right. Now before you start saying ''Boudle this, and Boudle that...and SHUT UP!!'' Let me explain my statement. The reason the once glorious WCF title is no more than a piece of trash is because of what it represents. It was born from a man who at one time had great ambition...but over the years the title has fallen into some pretty shaky hands. The title has been tossed around from one person to the next like a bomb...or so it seemed. Until a great man came in to WCF...untill Trent Hunter strapped it around his waist. That's the only wrestler, who I thought, was good enough to bring pride back to it. You...well...we all know you and Lerch have a thing together... Anyways, I'll let you get back to being a bitch now. Reckless Jack, the name says it all. He's crazy, insane...and stupid. Jack what business do you even have in this match? Because you and Logan and Wreck decided to threesome some people at the War? That garners YOU a main event match? Jack..it takes alot to be even considered main event status. You, my friend...just don't have it. You never have. Hey...keep trying kid...maybe you'll earn yourself a Hardcore title shot in the next six months. ...Then, there was Wreck. Wreck, where the hell have you been? I thought you died. Wreck...hmm...I guess I'll have to finish what nature seemingly couldn't do. Damn...I clean up everyones mistakes. That is one team, three posers. Now, for the favorites. The team of Creeping Death, Dake Ken, and me..Davey Ortega. Creep, CD...you did well at the War..but I think you went below your standards. Just try to rise up to the occasion at Slam. Be the old you, Death. The suicidal maniac who whooped ass. Thats what I want, what these people want. Come back to us...give us a taste of true darkness. Dake Ken, you were amazing at the War. I thought you were it, that it was you...the next WCF champion was you. I was wrong. Dake, we know each other fairly well. I mean I backed you one hundred percent last time in WCF. You are the man, you are great..you rival my own inspiration to these mindless morons. I want you to walk into Slam with one thing on your mind...destruction. I want you to destroy Logan..and prove you not only deserve..but demand a one on one match. Then..ofcourse theres me. The Genius, The Liberator. Enough said about my greatness. The favorites..us. Now..onto a laughable tag team. The Three Stooges. Seth Lerch, Rick Mad, and Rage. Seth...man...what are you thinking? Was losing the War not hard enough? Now you actually want to get back into the ring with me? I mean I don't get it. You lost to me once..you will lose to me again...and then you will lose your company..to me. Are you a glutton for punishment? For humiliation? Seth..do the noble, right..and sane thing. Give up. Walk out...leave me WCF. I don't want to take it from a broken down man...but I will. Seth, think about what your doing. Think about your family...if you resist I just may fire your sister when the inevitable happens. Weigh upon it...make the right decision. Anyways, Mad and Rage. The two of you together couldn't get the job done...and yet here you are again..in my way. Does Seth mean that much to you..are you that loyal to him? He has put you in a very dangerous match with dangerous combatants. Guys...you were good a few years ago. Though now anymore...you're pathetic. Think about it guys..is Seth worth that much to you that you are willing to go down with him?
*Scene fades.*
