Post by hectorrodriguez on Nov 1, 2009 18:11:12 GMT -5
Ace Slaughter. Kevin Hardaway. These two Americans, they sit there one acting blithering crazy and the other tries to be some kind of cool version of Johnny Knoxville and they think that this supposed to get me interested and worried about their participation in this match. They're nothing more than warm bodies, filler in this match. This match where the winner goes on to fight for the Hardcore title at One, it's nothing more than show. Everyone, the participants included, know that it is Hector Rodriguez that is the star. They know this match is all about me. All eyes are on Hector Rodriguez to see what was the big deal with me in Mexico.
The only way anyone's eyes will be on either of them will be when I'm doing something to them with a weapon or putting them in some kind of move. I'm not some member of the Team of Torture so of course I wouldn't be handed a title shot, I'd have to work for it, earn it. I will do that this week on Slam. I will show the world why Seth Lerch took such interest in me in the first place and signed me so quickly, from mere video footage, not having seen me in person. He didn't even call any of my references down in Mexico, he held his hand out and within a day or two, Carlos was signing my contract. Kevin Hardaway, Ace Slaughter, tomorrow I let you into my world...
The video comes alive, looking at a pile of junk. A noise is heard nearby and the camera turns to the right where the noise is coming from. The view reveals that we're in a junkyard. Carlos is sitting down on the hood of a car. Hector is in the background sifting through some junk with one hand, his other resting on the handle of a shopping cart filled with assorted things. Carlos leans forward and looks at the camera.
Carlos Estrada
You, you're probably wondering why we are in this junkyard. No, Hector and myself, we are not poor. We are not starving, homeless immigrants allowed to use the shower before the matches with the WCF. No, we have earned our money, we have earned our way through this wonderful country of the United States of America. We have earned our way through the WCF. Hector es here because he is looking for goodies for tomorrow night's match at Slam. What better place to look for weapons to use in a hardcore match than here in a junkyard.
How does the saying go? One man's junk is another man's treasure? I think that's what the Americans say. Back in Mexico, before Hector's hardcore matches, we'd always sneak over here across the border to Texas...note I said sneak not jump the border, Mr. Hardaway. We'd go to one of the closest junkyards and sift through all the garbage until Hector was satisified with his toys for the next match. Some of you may be wondering why Hector would be doing this and your first thought is probably that Mexican federations didn't supply its wrestlers with objects used in hardcore matches, but that's not true. These objects, they hold a, what's the word...sentimental....value for Hector. He finds a slightly bent-up chair, one with a bent leg, or dent in it, something someone has thrown away, but it's still useful for the hardcore matches. He's found himself an object that he went to all the effort to obtain. It gives it special meaning.
It's not some generic folding chair, ladder, cheese grater, cookie sheet, or stop sign that any wrestling federation will supply for its hardcore matches. No, it's an object with value. It's an object with meaning. It's an object with character. See, most hardcore wrestlers don't understand the meaning of hardcore in wrestling. They are wrestlers, it is true, but to say that they are hardcore is to not be completely honest. Hardcore doesn't mean you're angry and tough. No, it's not just simple words. Busting people open and watching the blood trickle down from an open wound you've just created on your opponent or feeling the warm liquid slide down your own face, no see even that isn't just something that's hardcore. Even being crazy or demented doesn't make you hardcore, despite what SOME people think in WCF.
Carlos gives a knowing look to the camera as if the people watching it know who he's talking about.
Carlos Estrada
No, being hardcore...being a hardcore wrestler it's not a classification. It's not something that can be defined by your personality. It's not something that can be defined by what you enjoy. It's not something that can be defined by your mental stability or lack thereof. No, being a hardcore wrestler is a lifestyle. It is a state of being. Being able to handle a few chair shots, or being put through a table or surviving a little bit of pain does not make you someone who lives the lifestyle. Nor does being able to dish these things out and be the cause of them. They aren't what defines it either. Ace Slaughter, you stand there in front of the camera one minute screaming like a lunatic, like some vato who es loco in la cabesa. Then the next minute you are calm and some ordinary person, speaking with a normal tone. This whole schizophrenic thing you got going on or bipolar disorder or whatever kind of mental thing you have going on, it's not fooling anyone.
You think being that way makes you hardcore. Wrestlers these days in the business are so quick to think if they're crazy that that makes them hardcore material. Screaming and yelling like a lunatic makes you crazy, it doesn't make you a hardcore wrestler. Ace, you want to yell and scream, well you're in luck because tomorrow night at Slam, during the hardcore match....you're going to be doing it a lot. Not just randomly yelling and screaming things out like some kind of hyper teenager, no you're going to be yelling and screaming out in pain. Hector Rodriguez, he es a big man. He is a strong man. He is a smart man. You scream and yell because you have rage problems, so does Hector. He knows how to control them, how to use them best to his advantage. Watching you in a wrestling match is like watching a car crash. Don't take this as a compliment. Car crashes aren't planned. Car crashes aren't directed and focused into some kind of masterpiece. They're chaotic and accidental. They're random. Watching you in the wrestling ring is watching a bomb about to explode, just waiting for it to happen. Again, this isn't a compliment. With your car crash style wrestling, it's like waiting for a bomb to explode, because at any moment you might actually pull off something great in the ring and get lucky. Then the luck piles up into a win. I'll come back to you in a second though. Let's move onto Kevin Hardaway.
Carlos stops and grins and laughs a low laugh while looking at the camera.
Carlos Estrada
Mr. Hardaway. Mi amigo. How are you doing? How did it feel to pick on those immigrants like you did? Do you honestly believe that Hector here was angry at what you did? Yes, those immigrants, they are his people. They are from the same country as we are from, but why do you think that he would get mad over how you treated them? Do you think it's because Hector is an immigrant? That since I have to speak for him due to his inability to speak proper English that he's just like them?
Unlike those men in your truck, Hector is here legally. Hector has earned his way here. He has earned his spot. Those men you were picking up in your truck, they more than likely take their day's earnings and buy drugs, booze, or women with them. If they really wanted to be useful, they would find a way over here legally. If a random homeless man walks up to you in New York and some guy came and beat him up for no reason, I really doubt you would be mad because he was an American homeless man. You would be mad because he beat up a man period, would you not? See, Mr. Hardaway, you are another example of a wannabe hardcore wrestler. You think bullying people makes you cool, that it will get under other people's skin. You think because you know how to use a few hardcore weapons that it also makes you hardcore. Anyone can swing a chair. Anyone can put someone through a table.
The two wrestlers pitted against Hector Rodriguez are such a joke to the hardcore name that it is so obvious that it is nothing but a mere formality. Ace Slaughter, you claim that this hardcore title is yours. Then why did you let Greenfever take it? If it is yours, then why does he have it? Maybe it's because it's not yours. It belongs to him becasue he earned it, because you weren't good enough to hold onto it. You two need a lesson in hardcore. You need to be taken to a hardcore school by the Mexican War Machine, Hector Rodriguez. Hector Rodriguez isn't some flash in the pan wrestler. He's not some guy who got where he is by teaming up with WCF veteran, Logan. No, Hector Rodriguez is the real deal. Hardcore wrestling here in WCF will soon be defined by the actions of Hector Rodriguez. When people look back years from now and want to think about the greatest hardcore wrestler, they will think of one name: Hector Rodriguez. When they look at the best hardcore matches in WCF history, they will all involve Hector Rodriguez. When people think of violence and pain, they will think of Hector Rodriguez. And the one thing they will remember more than any of those other things was that it all started with Ace Slaughter and Kevin Hardaway.
Kevin, Ace, I leave you with this one piece of advice: go back through WCF footage to a couple of months ago when Hector Rodriguez was ORIGINALLY scheduled to make his debut. It was on August 30th, 2009 at the WCF Revenge pay-per-view. Hector Rodriguez was scheduled to face off against former WCF world champion, JJ Biggs. Do you remember what happened? JJ Biggs no-showed. He called in sick. He was too scared to fight, because he knew what Hector Rodriguez was capable of. You both would do well to follow in JJ's footsteps and not show up tomorrow night. You're not facing him in a simple wrestling encounter. You're facing him in a hardcore match. This machine...is indestructible.
Carlos Estrada turns and walks away off camera towards Hector as the video cuts out.
The only way anyone's eyes will be on either of them will be when I'm doing something to them with a weapon or putting them in some kind of move. I'm not some member of the Team of Torture so of course I wouldn't be handed a title shot, I'd have to work for it, earn it. I will do that this week on Slam. I will show the world why Seth Lerch took such interest in me in the first place and signed me so quickly, from mere video footage, not having seen me in person. He didn't even call any of my references down in Mexico, he held his hand out and within a day or two, Carlos was signing my contract. Kevin Hardaway, Ace Slaughter, tomorrow I let you into my world...
The video comes alive, looking at a pile of junk. A noise is heard nearby and the camera turns to the right where the noise is coming from. The view reveals that we're in a junkyard. Carlos is sitting down on the hood of a car. Hector is in the background sifting through some junk with one hand, his other resting on the handle of a shopping cart filled with assorted things. Carlos leans forward and looks at the camera.
Carlos Estrada
You, you're probably wondering why we are in this junkyard. No, Hector and myself, we are not poor. We are not starving, homeless immigrants allowed to use the shower before the matches with the WCF. No, we have earned our money, we have earned our way through this wonderful country of the United States of America. We have earned our way through the WCF. Hector es here because he is looking for goodies for tomorrow night's match at Slam. What better place to look for weapons to use in a hardcore match than here in a junkyard.
How does the saying go? One man's junk is another man's treasure? I think that's what the Americans say. Back in Mexico, before Hector's hardcore matches, we'd always sneak over here across the border to Texas...note I said sneak not jump the border, Mr. Hardaway. We'd go to one of the closest junkyards and sift through all the garbage until Hector was satisified with his toys for the next match. Some of you may be wondering why Hector would be doing this and your first thought is probably that Mexican federations didn't supply its wrestlers with objects used in hardcore matches, but that's not true. These objects, they hold a, what's the word...sentimental....value for Hector. He finds a slightly bent-up chair, one with a bent leg, or dent in it, something someone has thrown away, but it's still useful for the hardcore matches. He's found himself an object that he went to all the effort to obtain. It gives it special meaning.
It's not some generic folding chair, ladder, cheese grater, cookie sheet, or stop sign that any wrestling federation will supply for its hardcore matches. No, it's an object with value. It's an object with meaning. It's an object with character. See, most hardcore wrestlers don't understand the meaning of hardcore in wrestling. They are wrestlers, it is true, but to say that they are hardcore is to not be completely honest. Hardcore doesn't mean you're angry and tough. No, it's not just simple words. Busting people open and watching the blood trickle down from an open wound you've just created on your opponent or feeling the warm liquid slide down your own face, no see even that isn't just something that's hardcore. Even being crazy or demented doesn't make you hardcore, despite what SOME people think in WCF.
Carlos gives a knowing look to the camera as if the people watching it know who he's talking about.
Carlos Estrada
No, being hardcore...being a hardcore wrestler it's not a classification. It's not something that can be defined by your personality. It's not something that can be defined by what you enjoy. It's not something that can be defined by your mental stability or lack thereof. No, being a hardcore wrestler is a lifestyle. It is a state of being. Being able to handle a few chair shots, or being put through a table or surviving a little bit of pain does not make you someone who lives the lifestyle. Nor does being able to dish these things out and be the cause of them. They aren't what defines it either. Ace Slaughter, you stand there in front of the camera one minute screaming like a lunatic, like some vato who es loco in la cabesa. Then the next minute you are calm and some ordinary person, speaking with a normal tone. This whole schizophrenic thing you got going on or bipolar disorder or whatever kind of mental thing you have going on, it's not fooling anyone.
You think being that way makes you hardcore. Wrestlers these days in the business are so quick to think if they're crazy that that makes them hardcore material. Screaming and yelling like a lunatic makes you crazy, it doesn't make you a hardcore wrestler. Ace, you want to yell and scream, well you're in luck because tomorrow night at Slam, during the hardcore match....you're going to be doing it a lot. Not just randomly yelling and screaming things out like some kind of hyper teenager, no you're going to be yelling and screaming out in pain. Hector Rodriguez, he es a big man. He is a strong man. He is a smart man. You scream and yell because you have rage problems, so does Hector. He knows how to control them, how to use them best to his advantage. Watching you in a wrestling match is like watching a car crash. Don't take this as a compliment. Car crashes aren't planned. Car crashes aren't directed and focused into some kind of masterpiece. They're chaotic and accidental. They're random. Watching you in the wrestling ring is watching a bomb about to explode, just waiting for it to happen. Again, this isn't a compliment. With your car crash style wrestling, it's like waiting for a bomb to explode, because at any moment you might actually pull off something great in the ring and get lucky. Then the luck piles up into a win. I'll come back to you in a second though. Let's move onto Kevin Hardaway.
Carlos stops and grins and laughs a low laugh while looking at the camera.
Carlos Estrada
Mr. Hardaway. Mi amigo. How are you doing? How did it feel to pick on those immigrants like you did? Do you honestly believe that Hector here was angry at what you did? Yes, those immigrants, they are his people. They are from the same country as we are from, but why do you think that he would get mad over how you treated them? Do you think it's because Hector is an immigrant? That since I have to speak for him due to his inability to speak proper English that he's just like them?
Unlike those men in your truck, Hector is here legally. Hector has earned his way here. He has earned his spot. Those men you were picking up in your truck, they more than likely take their day's earnings and buy drugs, booze, or women with them. If they really wanted to be useful, they would find a way over here legally. If a random homeless man walks up to you in New York and some guy came and beat him up for no reason, I really doubt you would be mad because he was an American homeless man. You would be mad because he beat up a man period, would you not? See, Mr. Hardaway, you are another example of a wannabe hardcore wrestler. You think bullying people makes you cool, that it will get under other people's skin. You think because you know how to use a few hardcore weapons that it also makes you hardcore. Anyone can swing a chair. Anyone can put someone through a table.
The two wrestlers pitted against Hector Rodriguez are such a joke to the hardcore name that it is so obvious that it is nothing but a mere formality. Ace Slaughter, you claim that this hardcore title is yours. Then why did you let Greenfever take it? If it is yours, then why does he have it? Maybe it's because it's not yours. It belongs to him becasue he earned it, because you weren't good enough to hold onto it. You two need a lesson in hardcore. You need to be taken to a hardcore school by the Mexican War Machine, Hector Rodriguez. Hector Rodriguez isn't some flash in the pan wrestler. He's not some guy who got where he is by teaming up with WCF veteran, Logan. No, Hector Rodriguez is the real deal. Hardcore wrestling here in WCF will soon be defined by the actions of Hector Rodriguez. When people look back years from now and want to think about the greatest hardcore wrestler, they will think of one name: Hector Rodriguez. When they look at the best hardcore matches in WCF history, they will all involve Hector Rodriguez. When people think of violence and pain, they will think of Hector Rodriguez. And the one thing they will remember more than any of those other things was that it all started with Ace Slaughter and Kevin Hardaway.
Kevin, Ace, I leave you with this one piece of advice: go back through WCF footage to a couple of months ago when Hector Rodriguez was ORIGINALLY scheduled to make his debut. It was on August 30th, 2009 at the WCF Revenge pay-per-view. Hector Rodriguez was scheduled to face off against former WCF world champion, JJ Biggs. Do you remember what happened? JJ Biggs no-showed. He called in sick. He was too scared to fight, because he knew what Hector Rodriguez was capable of. You both would do well to follow in JJ's footsteps and not show up tomorrow night. You're not facing him in a simple wrestling encounter. You're facing him in a hardcore match. This machine...is indestructible.
Carlos Estrada turns and walks away off camera towards Hector as the video cuts out.
