Post by hectorrodriguez on Dec 20, 2009 10:19:41 GMT -5
The video cuts on in the WCF lockerroom. Hector stands off to the side by himself, standing in front of the mirror. He's stretching and warming up before doing a last minute workout at the gym inside the arena. Some of the other WCF wrestlers stand nearby, getting their heads into the game, putting on their gear, or just dropping some things off before going somewhere else.
"The tension is thick in the air here. So thick it could be cut with a knife. Normally this lockerroom is bustling with talking amongst each other or trash talking when some of the assholes come in here. Not today, not before the biggest show of the year. Everyone's nerves are rattled and they act as if their lives depend on how well they do in tonight's match. Apparently mine is on the line for real since this Greenfever thinks that he will kill me. Seth Lerch thinks that this deranged lunatic will stop me. He thinks that after my match with Greenfever that he will finally be rid of me. That Greenfever will hospitalize me, or put me on the injury list for good, or possibly even kill me. Hell, I didn't even look at the contract that Carlos signed, maybe there's a death clause in there where WCF and more specifically Seth himself isn't responsible for what happens in that match.
Luckily that goes both ways. Greenfever, he wants to make this truly personal. Making fun of my heritage, using racial slurs. Telling me I will make it in the Hall of Fame in the form of a janitor. A janitor? That's perfect for tonight. Call me Hell's Janitor, because I'm being sent into Hell tonight to clean up the mess you left behind. Just as I told Ace Slaughter weeks ago, you don't belong in the world of hardcore. Just because that's all you're capable of doing without being fired is wrestling in the hardcore division doens't make you perfect for the hardcore division. The only thing you're perfect for is a straitjacket.
I do not fear you. I will not cower in front of you when we get into the ring together. Most of these other men in here in the lockerroom with me, they're nervous because they are afraid of screwing up in front of the fans. They don't want to make a single mistake on TV that will cost them the victory of their match or cost them the title belt they are fighting over. Myself? I'm not afraid, I'm not nervous. I'm ready. To tear you apart. To beat you within an inch of your life. Hell, that death clause might even go both ways to where if you're killed, no one will be responsible either. I'm sure the state wouldn't mind it if you were gone. I'm sure the taxpayers wouldn't mind either.
You think that just because I'm from Mexico that the people secretly hate me, but the thing is I think you're so delusional and so caught up in your own little world, that you fail to hear the cheers. You fail to realize that someone who is here to restore respect and to defeat people like you are exactly what the fans want. It's who the fans want to cheer. I take the responsibility each week of defeating men such as yourself. I take on the burdens of the world onto my shoulders and carry it around.
You have turned the hardcore division into your own little hell, your own little playground. To defeat you, I have to enter it and have to survive it. I can and I will. I fear no evil. Especially one such as yourself. You think that I do not deserve this shot. I don't think you deserve this belt. The only reason you hold onto it is because none of your opponents could handle your personality. They couldn't handle how you are. They weren't willing to play your little games. They feared you. As I said, I do not fear you. I have no reason to.
I'm not a pushover like half the guys you have faced here in WCF. I'm Hector Rodriguez, the Mexican War Machine. I proudly hail from Toluca, Mexico. I represent my people, not only the ones in Mexico, but in the entire world. The people, they call for your undoing. They call for you to be dethroned as the WCF Hardcore champion. I am here to answer their call. I come for you. Your wicked deeds, they end here. Your iron grip on the hardcore division is loosened tonight when I take your title away from you. Tonight, I walk up to your throne that you are perched upon. I will grab you and slam you off of it. I will climb on top of it as the crowd cheers me on and I will fly off of it through the air and will drive my elbow into your sternum with a Toluca Drop to end your reign. Then I will ascend your throne once more and hold up the hardcore title above me to the crowd and show them that you are no god. That you are a mere mortal man.
The thing is, when I perform the Toluca Drop tonight, it will not be my elbow. It will be the elbow of every person who has suffered at your hands. It will be all the people who loathe and hate you in the world. I will draw my strength from the masses and drop the biggest Toluca Drop in history. The paramedics better be on hand, because this Toluca Drop could be so massive, the impact so severe that your heart just might stop. You think your little world here now is your own personal hell? Wait until you actually get a glimpse at what your eternity will be like. When you are brought back into reality, it will be you that is afraid. It will be you who looks into my eyes and sees what fear truly is.
This is a hardcore match tonight. I will be bringing everything I have. I will not just bring a couple of chairs and a kendo stick or two and hit you with a couple of them and then hit you with a move and pin you, no. This match will be bloody. This match will redefine hardcore. This is the match that people will be talking about for a very long time. This match will be a message to Seth Lerch, it will be a message to everyone who stands in my way to restoring respect to WCF. Seth Lerch thinks that in all this, that I have forgotten about him. I haven't. I will come for you next, Mr. Lerch.
Fear me. For you have unleashed a side of Hector Rodriguez that will not be stopped. You thought by putting me in the hardcore division that not only would I stay away from the Team of Torture, but that I would also be injured, hopefully permanently. No, Mr. Lerch, you have done nothing more than open Pandora's Box. You have unleashed brutality and violence upon anyone you put in my path. You put me right back where I belong here in WCF. Apparently, you forgot the footage you saw from the tapes that you were shown by Carlos when you first gave me a contract here.
I am not the same man that I was when I stood in the ring waiting for JJ Biggs to walk through the curtain. Even then, I was feared. I'm not the same man who stood there and was cuffed to the ring rope as Jay Price climbed the ladder. The evidence of that should come from me exploding out of the HotDog Mascot costume and leaving Greenfever knocked out. More evidence will come in the hardcore match tonight when I end Greenfever's reign as hardcore champion. I will begin my taking back of the federation from people like you, Greenfever, and the Team of Torture.
Speaking of Torture, I wish you good luck Slickie T in your match against him. I know you do not need the luck, but nonetheless, you have the backing and cheering from one more person. My friend, alone we cannot win against them, but together they will go down. They will not go down in history like they want to, like a group with an iron hold on WCF. No, they will go down in history as a forgotten memory. Tonight, this begins with the dethroning of both Greenfever and Torture as champions. Team of Torture, you cannot survive while people like myself and Slickie T are around. It's ironic, the ones that have to stop the tyranny within America are a Mexican and an Italian. Tonight, it begins..."
The video cuts out slowly.
"The tension is thick in the air here. So thick it could be cut with a knife. Normally this lockerroom is bustling with talking amongst each other or trash talking when some of the assholes come in here. Not today, not before the biggest show of the year. Everyone's nerves are rattled and they act as if their lives depend on how well they do in tonight's match. Apparently mine is on the line for real since this Greenfever thinks that he will kill me. Seth Lerch thinks that this deranged lunatic will stop me. He thinks that after my match with Greenfever that he will finally be rid of me. That Greenfever will hospitalize me, or put me on the injury list for good, or possibly even kill me. Hell, I didn't even look at the contract that Carlos signed, maybe there's a death clause in there where WCF and more specifically Seth himself isn't responsible for what happens in that match.
Luckily that goes both ways. Greenfever, he wants to make this truly personal. Making fun of my heritage, using racial slurs. Telling me I will make it in the Hall of Fame in the form of a janitor. A janitor? That's perfect for tonight. Call me Hell's Janitor, because I'm being sent into Hell tonight to clean up the mess you left behind. Just as I told Ace Slaughter weeks ago, you don't belong in the world of hardcore. Just because that's all you're capable of doing without being fired is wrestling in the hardcore division doens't make you perfect for the hardcore division. The only thing you're perfect for is a straitjacket.
I do not fear you. I will not cower in front of you when we get into the ring together. Most of these other men in here in the lockerroom with me, they're nervous because they are afraid of screwing up in front of the fans. They don't want to make a single mistake on TV that will cost them the victory of their match or cost them the title belt they are fighting over. Myself? I'm not afraid, I'm not nervous. I'm ready. To tear you apart. To beat you within an inch of your life. Hell, that death clause might even go both ways to where if you're killed, no one will be responsible either. I'm sure the state wouldn't mind it if you were gone. I'm sure the taxpayers wouldn't mind either.
You think that just because I'm from Mexico that the people secretly hate me, but the thing is I think you're so delusional and so caught up in your own little world, that you fail to hear the cheers. You fail to realize that someone who is here to restore respect and to defeat people like you are exactly what the fans want. It's who the fans want to cheer. I take the responsibility each week of defeating men such as yourself. I take on the burdens of the world onto my shoulders and carry it around.
You have turned the hardcore division into your own little hell, your own little playground. To defeat you, I have to enter it and have to survive it. I can and I will. I fear no evil. Especially one such as yourself. You think that I do not deserve this shot. I don't think you deserve this belt. The only reason you hold onto it is because none of your opponents could handle your personality. They couldn't handle how you are. They weren't willing to play your little games. They feared you. As I said, I do not fear you. I have no reason to.
I'm not a pushover like half the guys you have faced here in WCF. I'm Hector Rodriguez, the Mexican War Machine. I proudly hail from Toluca, Mexico. I represent my people, not only the ones in Mexico, but in the entire world. The people, they call for your undoing. They call for you to be dethroned as the WCF Hardcore champion. I am here to answer their call. I come for you. Your wicked deeds, they end here. Your iron grip on the hardcore division is loosened tonight when I take your title away from you. Tonight, I walk up to your throne that you are perched upon. I will grab you and slam you off of it. I will climb on top of it as the crowd cheers me on and I will fly off of it through the air and will drive my elbow into your sternum with a Toluca Drop to end your reign. Then I will ascend your throne once more and hold up the hardcore title above me to the crowd and show them that you are no god. That you are a mere mortal man.
The thing is, when I perform the Toluca Drop tonight, it will not be my elbow. It will be the elbow of every person who has suffered at your hands. It will be all the people who loathe and hate you in the world. I will draw my strength from the masses and drop the biggest Toluca Drop in history. The paramedics better be on hand, because this Toluca Drop could be so massive, the impact so severe that your heart just might stop. You think your little world here now is your own personal hell? Wait until you actually get a glimpse at what your eternity will be like. When you are brought back into reality, it will be you that is afraid. It will be you who looks into my eyes and sees what fear truly is.
This is a hardcore match tonight. I will be bringing everything I have. I will not just bring a couple of chairs and a kendo stick or two and hit you with a couple of them and then hit you with a move and pin you, no. This match will be bloody. This match will redefine hardcore. This is the match that people will be talking about for a very long time. This match will be a message to Seth Lerch, it will be a message to everyone who stands in my way to restoring respect to WCF. Seth Lerch thinks that in all this, that I have forgotten about him. I haven't. I will come for you next, Mr. Lerch.
Fear me. For you have unleashed a side of Hector Rodriguez that will not be stopped. You thought by putting me in the hardcore division that not only would I stay away from the Team of Torture, but that I would also be injured, hopefully permanently. No, Mr. Lerch, you have done nothing more than open Pandora's Box. You have unleashed brutality and violence upon anyone you put in my path. You put me right back where I belong here in WCF. Apparently, you forgot the footage you saw from the tapes that you were shown by Carlos when you first gave me a contract here.
I am not the same man that I was when I stood in the ring waiting for JJ Biggs to walk through the curtain. Even then, I was feared. I'm not the same man who stood there and was cuffed to the ring rope as Jay Price climbed the ladder. The evidence of that should come from me exploding out of the HotDog Mascot costume and leaving Greenfever knocked out. More evidence will come in the hardcore match tonight when I end Greenfever's reign as hardcore champion. I will begin my taking back of the federation from people like you, Greenfever, and the Team of Torture.
Speaking of Torture, I wish you good luck Slickie T in your match against him. I know you do not need the luck, but nonetheless, you have the backing and cheering from one more person. My friend, alone we cannot win against them, but together they will go down. They will not go down in history like they want to, like a group with an iron hold on WCF. No, they will go down in history as a forgotten memory. Tonight, this begins with the dethroning of both Greenfever and Torture as champions. Team of Torture, you cannot survive while people like myself and Slickie T are around. It's ironic, the ones that have to stop the tyranny within America are a Mexican and an Italian. Tonight, it begins..."
The video cuts out slowly.
