Post by Davey Ortega on Jan 11, 2010 13:10:57 GMT -5
Prerecorded message: The following is a statement by Co-Commissioner Davey Ortega. The views expressed in this statement are the views, feelings, and opinions of Davey Ortega, and not WCF.
The camera fades into a locker room with a WCF banner hanging from the wall. In front of that are two metal folding chairs, one seats Davey Ortega...and the other a man not to familiar with WCF.
Davey: Welcome one and...is this thing recording?
Man: Yes, Davey.
Davey: I know you saying yes, though last time you swore up and down it was on. Then what happened Preston?
Mr. Preston: It wasn't recording.
Davey: And the time before that?
Mr. Preston: Batteries died...
Davey: And before that...
Mr. Preston lets out a small sigh
Mr. Preston: The lens was still on.
Davey: So, let me ask you again. Are you positive it is on this time, with full batteries...and the lens off?
Mr. Preston: I triple checked everything, Davey. I swear to you everyone just saw this tirade of yours.
Davey: Good, because what I have to say is not only important but down right crucial. This is my first address to WCF since coming back.
Welcome one and all. If you have not figured it out by now I am David Allen Ortega...your new Co Commissioner. I would like to start out by saying thank you too all the fans, and even some superstars for making this a reality. It has been four long years since I last stepped inside a WCF ring. Last Monday, I made a statement. At the biggest Slam event ever...I returned to WCF. I returned with more than hunger, a lust for gold if you will. I came with power. You see I have abruptly ended Brad Kane's atrocious abuse of power. He can no longer make any decision with out first consulting me. Though of course this works both ways though I highly doubt Brad would ever disagree with any of my ideas. He would first have to comprehend them, he will most likely just smile and nod. Speaking of Bradly...how are you? I surely hope your children will not feel any ill effects due to my actions, though I'm sure your wife was most unsatisfied this week. I'm sure everyone is wondering what you are. That is why? Why did I come back? Why did I take half of your position? Well the answer is very simple even single celled organisms can understand. I did it because I could. It's really that simple. How could I allow WCF to enter another decade with out me? Such an act would be...insulting. I had to do it, I had to make my debut at the cost of your physical health though I know it's nothing you aren't used too. Enough of you, though. You have more important things to deal with then your new partner at the moment.
As do I. I get my first official match today. In about seven hours I will have officially stepped back into the limelight my first match and the only person I'm not acquainted with is my partner. Can I trust him? Will he have my back? These questions are not relevant because I never asked for one. All I know of him is that he is currently the Hardcore champion and is an associates of Seth's. Greenfever, I'm not impressed that you can swing a chair harder then anyone here. Your title to me is the equivalence of Brads wife, cheap and easy. It comes and goes...are you understanding so far? I'll I ask is that you don't get confused when you are out there. That you don't mistake me for one of the lesser beings out there. You do that, then maybe...just maybe I will take you to real gold...like the tag titles? It's something you may want to think about. Speaking mental prowess...how are you, Creeping Death? I'm honestly surprised you are still around. I thought you would of slowly died off like the MCE. Yet once again you continue to prove me wrong and fight the good fight. Does it ever get boring? Does it ever get...discerning? At Ten, you have the opportunity to reclaim the WCF title, and I can not do anything about that...accept see to it you never make it to Ten. I don't like you, Creeps. I never have. You seem to be an ongoing flavor of the year. Something Baskins Robbins should of discontinued long ago. You probably don't see this match as any hindrance to you but believe I will prove you wrong like I have many times before. Your partner...how can I say isn't the most dependable superstar in WCF. Seven hours to go and not a peep out of him. I was stoked when I saw who my name was next too. Two of WCF's greatest competitors...a walking corpse and a no show. WCF deserves better than that. It deserves competitors...no...gladiators. She deserves the glory of two men doing battle, fighting for the top prize in this company. Instead I look around and see nobodies, flash in the pans...people who will not stand the test of time. Though I'm not saying you aer one of them, Creeps. No not at all you have proven yourself here, time and time again. It's just that now real talent is here, someone who can meet the bar and raise it is finally...here. I decided to keep this brief because I know how you hate long winded promos and over the top cliches. Let me just say one thing...tonight you will believe. Tonight everyone will stand up, take notice and in unison...
They will say...I believe.
I believe in Davey Ortega.
...Signal lost.
The camera fades into a locker room with a WCF banner hanging from the wall. In front of that are two metal folding chairs, one seats Davey Ortega...and the other a man not to familiar with WCF.
Davey: Welcome one and...is this thing recording?
Man: Yes, Davey.
Davey: I know you saying yes, though last time you swore up and down it was on. Then what happened Preston?
Mr. Preston: It wasn't recording.
Davey: And the time before that?
Mr. Preston: Batteries died...
Davey: And before that...
Mr. Preston lets out a small sigh
Mr. Preston: The lens was still on.
Davey: So, let me ask you again. Are you positive it is on this time, with full batteries...and the lens off?
Mr. Preston: I triple checked everything, Davey. I swear to you everyone just saw this tirade of yours.
Davey: Good, because what I have to say is not only important but down right crucial. This is my first address to WCF since coming back.
Welcome one and all. If you have not figured it out by now I am David Allen Ortega...your new Co Commissioner. I would like to start out by saying thank you too all the fans, and even some superstars for making this a reality. It has been four long years since I last stepped inside a WCF ring. Last Monday, I made a statement. At the biggest Slam event ever...I returned to WCF. I returned with more than hunger, a lust for gold if you will. I came with power. You see I have abruptly ended Brad Kane's atrocious abuse of power. He can no longer make any decision with out first consulting me. Though of course this works both ways though I highly doubt Brad would ever disagree with any of my ideas. He would first have to comprehend them, he will most likely just smile and nod. Speaking of Bradly...how are you? I surely hope your children will not feel any ill effects due to my actions, though I'm sure your wife was most unsatisfied this week. I'm sure everyone is wondering what you are. That is why? Why did I come back? Why did I take half of your position? Well the answer is very simple even single celled organisms can understand. I did it because I could. It's really that simple. How could I allow WCF to enter another decade with out me? Such an act would be...insulting. I had to do it, I had to make my debut at the cost of your physical health though I know it's nothing you aren't used too. Enough of you, though. You have more important things to deal with then your new partner at the moment.
As do I. I get my first official match today. In about seven hours I will have officially stepped back into the limelight my first match and the only person I'm not acquainted with is my partner. Can I trust him? Will he have my back? These questions are not relevant because I never asked for one. All I know of him is that he is currently the Hardcore champion and is an associates of Seth's. Greenfever, I'm not impressed that you can swing a chair harder then anyone here. Your title to me is the equivalence of Brads wife, cheap and easy. It comes and goes...are you understanding so far? I'll I ask is that you don't get confused when you are out there. That you don't mistake me for one of the lesser beings out there. You do that, then maybe...just maybe I will take you to real gold...like the tag titles? It's something you may want to think about. Speaking mental prowess...how are you, Creeping Death? I'm honestly surprised you are still around. I thought you would of slowly died off like the MCE. Yet once again you continue to prove me wrong and fight the good fight. Does it ever get boring? Does it ever get...discerning? At Ten, you have the opportunity to reclaim the WCF title, and I can not do anything about that...accept see to it you never make it to Ten. I don't like you, Creeps. I never have. You seem to be an ongoing flavor of the year. Something Baskins Robbins should of discontinued long ago. You probably don't see this match as any hindrance to you but believe I will prove you wrong like I have many times before. Your partner...how can I say isn't the most dependable superstar in WCF. Seven hours to go and not a peep out of him. I was stoked when I saw who my name was next too. Two of WCF's greatest competitors...a walking corpse and a no show. WCF deserves better than that. It deserves competitors...no...gladiators. She deserves the glory of two men doing battle, fighting for the top prize in this company. Instead I look around and see nobodies, flash in the pans...people who will not stand the test of time. Though I'm not saying you aer one of them, Creeps. No not at all you have proven yourself here, time and time again. It's just that now real talent is here, someone who can meet the bar and raise it is finally...here. I decided to keep this brief because I know how you hate long winded promos and over the top cliches. Let me just say one thing...tonight you will believe. Tonight everyone will stand up, take notice and in unison...
They will say...I believe.
I believe in Davey Ortega.
...Signal lost.
