Post by hectorrodriguez on Nov 12, 2009 9:09:50 GMT -5
The video cuts on, in an empty arena. A wrestling ring is constructed and looking around, WCF has already set up for its XIII show tomorrow. In the middle of the ring is a lone ladder. Perched upon the top of that ladder is Hector Rodriguez, straddling the top of it, looking around. Hector looks up above him a foot or so to a briefcase suspended up high. Apparently this is what will be up for grabs since there's no title on the line.
Seth Lerch takes away my television title shot like that's supposed to bother me. Why do I even care about Jay Price's television title? I don't. I care about the hardcore title now, a title which I will win at One, but that's then and this is now. Speaking of Jay Price, here we are AGAIN. Put into the ring together again to do battle with each other once more. You know, I'm getting sick and tired of Jay Price and being paired up with him. How many times do I have to face this guy? Every time we face, it's plainly obvious that I have the match won and then one of his friends gets involved or he finds some way to rob me of a win. However, just like he said at Slam, this time it will be different.
This time, he's apparently found his balls and decided to make sure that none of his friends can get involved. He's decided to be a man and face me on his own with no one's help. Even though this is a ladder match, there's other weapons involved, too, so if by some chance which would surprise me, the ToT can come down and they'll be hit with weapon after weapon until they tuck their tail between their legs and run away like the cowards those men are. Hector Rodriguez versus Jay Price in a ladder match is so ironic and most people don't even realize it. In a ladder match, two men battle to be the first one to the top, the other person nipping at their heels and trying to be the first one to the top to get to the prize and be the king of the mountain.
It's ironic because it's apparent that myself and Jay Price are constantly in that same battle here in WCF. We're both constantly battling to get to the top of WCF, however as I've pointed out in previous encounters, it's Jay Price nipping at my heels. Some people would say since he's a champion of WCF that it's me nipping at his heels, but I will just point out that he is just a television champion. Nothing more than a glorified champion of the jobbers. Every time Jay Price gets closer to the top of WCF, it's through matches with me.
Jay, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, have you ever noticed that no matter who you face here in WCF, you've never once been higher up than me on the shows? The only time you've ever come close is when facing me in the actual match you were in. See, you've pointed out all the times you've won in matches against me, but I'll counter point out to you that no matter how many times you've faced me and won your matches...no matter the circumstances of your wins...it has never gotten you closer to the top than me. I'm still above you, just like I am when I stand perched upon this ladder.
The match tomorrow night will end with this view, too. Hector Rodriguez on top, grabbing the briefcase to end the match, while you lay on the mat below looking up at me. No, hold on, I take that back. You won't be laying on the mat looking at me from above, no. You'll be on the outside of the ring or at the edge of the entrance ramp looking at me as they strap you down on a stretcher, your body broken. I'm not ending matches with a pinfall, or submission anymore. I'm ending my matches with pain, leaving broken bodies in my wake.
Putting me in that hardcore match last week woke the hardcore demon within me again. I'm back where I belong in the world of hardcore wrestling. I took a beating last week from Hardaway and Slaughter, but both men are lucky to even be walking after the carnage I caused in that ring, using them like they were rag dolls instead of real men. I thirst for more hardcore destruction in the ring. You need to be sitting there wondering why Seth Lerch allowed us to face each other in a ladder match. Was it because he thinks you'll win? Was it because he thinks you'll be fine? I'm here to tell you that you will not be fine. You'll be lucky if you're not on the injured list for an undetermined amount of time. You'll be lucky to walk again after I'm finished with you.
I've been out of the hardcore world for a while, because during the last part of my stint in Mexico, I wasn't always wrestling in hardcore matches. Last week was my first hardcore match here in WCF and I've been here for a couple of months now. I'm just getting warmed up and that's exactly what our ladder match will be for me. A warm up for my match with Greenfever at One. Yes, Price, that's all you've become to me, a simple warm-up. I am tired of facing you in matches. All that happens in these matches is I carry you to greater heights in your career. I make you look good. I make it to where the higher ups in WCF should give a damn about you. I make the fans in WCF want to give a damn about you, too, no matter if it's to see you win or lose.
You're nothing more than a leech, Jay Price. Any ounce of greatness you have here in WCF is thanks to either your spot in the Team of Torture or your matches with me. I don't need you. I don't need these matches. Win or lose in these matches, I put on the greatest show every week. I will continue to climb the ladder of WCF rung by rung while you continue to nip at my heels. But see, like I said earlier, that will stop tomorrow night. It seems like the only way I will be rid of you and not have you trying to scramble past me constantly will be to put you out of action. To rid WCF of you. To put you in a body cast. I will be GLAD to do that tomorrow night. A ladder match with weapons everywhere, including the ladder itself. I'm excited...are you? All the violence caused by both you and me. All the pain I cause you, all the pain you cause me. The pain fuels me. It gives me power, it sends adrenaline rushing through my veins until it explodes from within my fists and leaves you lying knocked out in the middle of the ring, with me standing above you with the ladder or a chair or a trash can or stop sign, whatever the weapon is. I'm built for hardcore wrestling unlike some wannabe pretty boy like yourself. I don't think you can handle a hardcore match. Looks like we'll find out tomorrow, won't we?
The video cuts out as Hector starts climbing down the ladder.
Look at me, Jay. This is my impression of you after tomorrow night. Going down the ladder of WCF...
Seth Lerch takes away my television title shot like that's supposed to bother me. Why do I even care about Jay Price's television title? I don't. I care about the hardcore title now, a title which I will win at One, but that's then and this is now. Speaking of Jay Price, here we are AGAIN. Put into the ring together again to do battle with each other once more. You know, I'm getting sick and tired of Jay Price and being paired up with him. How many times do I have to face this guy? Every time we face, it's plainly obvious that I have the match won and then one of his friends gets involved or he finds some way to rob me of a win. However, just like he said at Slam, this time it will be different.
This time, he's apparently found his balls and decided to make sure that none of his friends can get involved. He's decided to be a man and face me on his own with no one's help. Even though this is a ladder match, there's other weapons involved, too, so if by some chance which would surprise me, the ToT can come down and they'll be hit with weapon after weapon until they tuck their tail between their legs and run away like the cowards those men are. Hector Rodriguez versus Jay Price in a ladder match is so ironic and most people don't even realize it. In a ladder match, two men battle to be the first one to the top, the other person nipping at their heels and trying to be the first one to the top to get to the prize and be the king of the mountain.
It's ironic because it's apparent that myself and Jay Price are constantly in that same battle here in WCF. We're both constantly battling to get to the top of WCF, however as I've pointed out in previous encounters, it's Jay Price nipping at my heels. Some people would say since he's a champion of WCF that it's me nipping at his heels, but I will just point out that he is just a television champion. Nothing more than a glorified champion of the jobbers. Every time Jay Price gets closer to the top of WCF, it's through matches with me.
Jay, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, have you ever noticed that no matter who you face here in WCF, you've never once been higher up than me on the shows? The only time you've ever come close is when facing me in the actual match you were in. See, you've pointed out all the times you've won in matches against me, but I'll counter point out to you that no matter how many times you've faced me and won your matches...no matter the circumstances of your wins...it has never gotten you closer to the top than me. I'm still above you, just like I am when I stand perched upon this ladder.
The match tomorrow night will end with this view, too. Hector Rodriguez on top, grabbing the briefcase to end the match, while you lay on the mat below looking up at me. No, hold on, I take that back. You won't be laying on the mat looking at me from above, no. You'll be on the outside of the ring or at the edge of the entrance ramp looking at me as they strap you down on a stretcher, your body broken. I'm not ending matches with a pinfall, or submission anymore. I'm ending my matches with pain, leaving broken bodies in my wake.
Putting me in that hardcore match last week woke the hardcore demon within me again. I'm back where I belong in the world of hardcore wrestling. I took a beating last week from Hardaway and Slaughter, but both men are lucky to even be walking after the carnage I caused in that ring, using them like they were rag dolls instead of real men. I thirst for more hardcore destruction in the ring. You need to be sitting there wondering why Seth Lerch allowed us to face each other in a ladder match. Was it because he thinks you'll win? Was it because he thinks you'll be fine? I'm here to tell you that you will not be fine. You'll be lucky if you're not on the injured list for an undetermined amount of time. You'll be lucky to walk again after I'm finished with you.
I've been out of the hardcore world for a while, because during the last part of my stint in Mexico, I wasn't always wrestling in hardcore matches. Last week was my first hardcore match here in WCF and I've been here for a couple of months now. I'm just getting warmed up and that's exactly what our ladder match will be for me. A warm up for my match with Greenfever at One. Yes, Price, that's all you've become to me, a simple warm-up. I am tired of facing you in matches. All that happens in these matches is I carry you to greater heights in your career. I make you look good. I make it to where the higher ups in WCF should give a damn about you. I make the fans in WCF want to give a damn about you, too, no matter if it's to see you win or lose.
You're nothing more than a leech, Jay Price. Any ounce of greatness you have here in WCF is thanks to either your spot in the Team of Torture or your matches with me. I don't need you. I don't need these matches. Win or lose in these matches, I put on the greatest show every week. I will continue to climb the ladder of WCF rung by rung while you continue to nip at my heels. But see, like I said earlier, that will stop tomorrow night. It seems like the only way I will be rid of you and not have you trying to scramble past me constantly will be to put you out of action. To rid WCF of you. To put you in a body cast. I will be GLAD to do that tomorrow night. A ladder match with weapons everywhere, including the ladder itself. I'm excited...are you? All the violence caused by both you and me. All the pain I cause you, all the pain you cause me. The pain fuels me. It gives me power, it sends adrenaline rushing through my veins until it explodes from within my fists and leaves you lying knocked out in the middle of the ring, with me standing above you with the ladder or a chair or a trash can or stop sign, whatever the weapon is. I'm built for hardcore wrestling unlike some wannabe pretty boy like yourself. I don't think you can handle a hardcore match. Looks like we'll find out tomorrow, won't we?
The video cuts out as Hector starts climbing down the ladder.
Look at me, Jay. This is my impression of you after tomorrow night. Going down the ladder of WCF...
