Post by Allen Guiliano on Jan 18, 2010 16:24:47 GMT -5
The scene opens with the sound of a jump rope smacking the ground with monotonous repetition. As the camera focuses on the source of the sound, Allen Guiliano appears standing in the middle of a wrestling ring, his gaze like a laser beam cutting through the lens of the camera as his wrists continue to keep the rope along its elliptical path around him. He appears in normal workout attire, a white t-shirt with a visible sweat ring around the collar and a pair of black warm-up pants, complete with a pair of white tennis shoes. His feet move in a quick, steady rhythm, allowing the rope to pass just underneath the soles of his shoes before repeating the action, faster and faster with each turn of the rope. The cameraman nearly retreats from the room as Guiliano skips the rope one last time before grasping both ends in his left hand and tossing it near one of the ring posts.
The Wrestling Championship Federation superstar walks over and grasps the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle pad and hoists himself up onto top rung, sitting with his feet rested on top of the second set of ropes below him. The camera, now at his back, slowly starts to swing around to his left, as the only sound that can be heard are the footsteps of the camera and the heavy breathing of the seemingly frustrated Guiliano. Allen reaches over the top rope and grabs a wooden stool that is sitting on the top of the ring apron, tossing it through the ropes and watching it somersault into the center of the squared circle, directing his eyes back to the camera and then pointing to the newly positioned seat. The WCF employee scrambles under the bottom rope and quickly sits on the stool, his recoding device squarely on the man perched above him. The wall behind Guiliano contains only two things as the rest of the building's walls are bare, but have obviously been stripped recently as the rays of the sun have faded outlines around where other decor used to hang. The only items that are left are an Italian flag that hangs horizontally above the top rope and a poster featuring the silhouettes of the two men that were involved in the One main event back in December. Guiliano takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist and then with the bottom of his already saturated t-shirt before speaking.
You know, this week in East Rutherford, I'm not sure what to expect from any of the three men that have been booked with me in the main event. I have my two opponents who obviously are taking this as a serious manner and my partner has failed to speak his piece the entire week. Sure, I haven't had much to say on the matter either, but then again, I think I let my actions do my talking a week ago in Rhode Island. Brad Kane is going to claim that he was never eliminated from our Battle Royal, and he would be correct to say that, but it was my hand that was raised at the end of the night, and it was I who was declared the winner. Due to some set of circumstances, you will be joining me in the main event at Ten, but you should thank your lucky stars that there was outside interference and I didn't have the chance to toss you over that top rope and claim the ONLY spot that should have been awarded.
One again Torture tried to keep me from another shot at his World Title and once again I overcame the odds. They weren't quite as daunting this time around, seeing as his disguise was less than convincing, but nevertheless, I thwarted yet another attempt to stop my mission of becoming World Champion of the Wrestling Championship Federation. Torture, your team couldn't keep me from that title match at One, what made you think a cheap mask and a new set of tights would have a different outcome. Yes, there will be four other men in that ring with us at Ten, including Logan, but I think we both know that it will be a two horse race to decide who will wear the belt at the end of the night. My name has been brought up in a lot of conversations when the question of “Who came the closest to beating Torture?” has been asked, but all that is irrelevant. There will be no remaining questions when I step into the ring with you once again on January 31.
Creeping Death, I don't even know where to begin with you. Like your partner, you seem to be taking this match for granted like you already have it in the bag. You insult me with your comparison of an individual who mocks my heritage to an individual that celebrates his homeland like I do. Milano Collection AT? Really? That's the best comparison you can find? Alright, so be it. Frankly, I think you must be the luckiest man in this federation. Every time I turn around after busting my ass week in and week out, you are getting yourself a World Title shot. While I am out there taking care of businesses and being put through matches like the War Main Event and the Battle Royal I was throw into last week, you are sitting back and having Title shots throw at you right and left. Must be nice to simply sit on your ass and be booked in a pay-per-view main event at the drop of the hat and without having to prove yourself to the current roster. Sure, I know you have a storied past here in the WCF, but what does that mean to me? What does that mean to a guy that has utterly DOMINATED his way to the #1 Contendership only to see a “respected veteran” like you being booked in the most important matches simply because of what you did in the past. Both you and I know that this tag match on Monday means absolutely nothing to either one of us, but when I step into a ring, the last thing I want to do is be on the losing end of a wrestling match. It doesn't matter if there is a belt on the line or if I have been booked in the opening match of the night with a bunch of jobbers, I simply refuse to lose. My partner may not feel the same way even though he is one of the few men at the top of this organization that has my respect. Yeah, I know, you aren't taking me seriously and have no reason to and all I'm doing is preaching to the choir, but Monday night at Slam will be a wake up call to both you and Mr. Brad Kane. I don't care if Logan no shows and I have to take the two of you on by myself, I simply will not lose. Have Nikki do a little homework for you and then take her advice...take this seriously.
Logan, you and I both have a common goal and that is to take down the man that currently rules over this federation like a dictator. In theory we make one hell of a team and if we can put the differences that we will have at Ten aside for one night, there is no question we can take care of the two men that will be in the opposing corner. We have a mutual respect for each other ever since our epic battle at War, in which be both pushed ourselves to our limits and I was fortunate enough to have a slight advantage to enter the event in the final spot and perhaps use the extra ounce of energy to propel myself into the upper echelon of the WCF. If we both perform like we did for that event, there isn't two men in this entire federation that could be put teamed together and stop us. Hell, there may not be a combination of three or even for men that could compete with us inside a wrestling ring. As with CD and Kane, I know this match means nothing to you and all of us are worried about the bigger and better match at the end of the month, but for me, I have something to prove and I think you do as well. There is no doubt you are an absolute LEGEND in this business and deserve every accolade you've gotten and I will be honored to fight on the same side as such as accomplished individual like yourself in New Jersey at Slam. Those two guys on the other side of the ring have and will show no respect for the two of us and I think its time we prove to the rest of the WCF and to the rest of the world, who the top superstars in this business really are and that short list doesn't include Brad Kane or Creeping Death.
Now, onto more pressing issues, and matters that have been eating at me over the last few days. It seems that I have the target on my back and have been the one who everyone feels they need to take shots at when it comes to claiming how they deserve their own shot at the WCF World Title. I will admit it, I was beaten by a better man in December, but I don't understand why the guys in the back seem that think that since Slickie T failed in his only opportunity, they should should automatically leapfrog into a title bout without having to go through me first. Unlike some of the other superstars that have reemerged in the past few weeks, I was not gifted a spot in World Title bouts or matches that resulted in World Championship opportunities. I was not placed in the main event at One because of my loyalty to this federation or because of some “close loss” that I had to Torture in the past. I EARNED my way into that match and until someone other than Torture can pin my shoulders to the mat or make me submit, I will be first in line when that golden strap is put on the line again. You can call me whatever you wish; the #1 Contender, the First Loser, the Latest Victim, it doesn't matter, as long as we are all in agreement I WILL become the next WCF World Champion. It may not be at Ten, hell it may not even be in the year 2010, but Slickie T will one day raise that belt over his head in victory and will begin a new era in the Wrestling Championship Federation. Anything short of a victory over Torture would be bittersweet in my quest to be the best, but the ultimate destination is to wear that belt around my waist, no matter who lays claim to it when my time comes.
Mr. Lerch dubbed me a “lone wolf” this week in the card description and perhaps if not for Trent Hunter, perhaps that would be my nickname here in the WCF, but the simple mention of being a rogue individual in a federation that has had its share of alliances got me thinking about how I am really seen here in this organization. It is quite true that I have had my share of run ins with about everyone on the roster and haven't been involved with or interested in any of the teams that have been put together. As a matter of fact, I have enjoyed taking down such stables more than I have looked to join one. I have come to the realization that I am on my own in the WCF and although I have gained the respect of and have respect for many of the superstars on the roster, I must continue to be a one man army. Sure, in the past I have been involved with such groups as The Untouchables, but that was when I was surrounded by individuals that I would trust with my general well-being and individuals that would have my back no matter the situation. The only one of those that has even been a part of this federation is Dake Ken and ever since our historic meeting, Dake has been nowhere to be seen, so once again, that leaves only Slickie T, and perhaps that way it will stay. I value my family more than anything back home, but here in the WCF I stand alone.
Sure, I may sound like a broken record as I have said this before, but this time around, I have more fervor and have a growing determination to never experience defeat again while in the Wrestling Championship Federation. I had enough of that in my first run at the World Title and my losses to both Johnny Reb and Greenfever have been vindicated, leaving me with only one more to take care of. Even though I seem to be the one that everyone is after, the man with the target on his back also has eyes in the back of his head.
Guiliano hops down off the top turnbuckle and fetches the jump rope that is dangling over the top rope of the ring, walking over to the cameraman and nearly pulling the stool out from under him as he jumps to his feet and backs away from the Sicilian that begins to turn the nylon cord once again. The scene fades to black as the camera makes its way back through the door from which it entered and back into the Vegas afternoon.
The Wrestling Championship Federation superstar walks over and grasps the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle pad and hoists himself up onto top rung, sitting with his feet rested on top of the second set of ropes below him. The camera, now at his back, slowly starts to swing around to his left, as the only sound that can be heard are the footsteps of the camera and the heavy breathing of the seemingly frustrated Guiliano. Allen reaches over the top rope and grabs a wooden stool that is sitting on the top of the ring apron, tossing it through the ropes and watching it somersault into the center of the squared circle, directing his eyes back to the camera and then pointing to the newly positioned seat. The WCF employee scrambles under the bottom rope and quickly sits on the stool, his recoding device squarely on the man perched above him. The wall behind Guiliano contains only two things as the rest of the building's walls are bare, but have obviously been stripped recently as the rays of the sun have faded outlines around where other decor used to hang. The only items that are left are an Italian flag that hangs horizontally above the top rope and a poster featuring the silhouettes of the two men that were involved in the One main event back in December. Guiliano takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist and then with the bottom of his already saturated t-shirt before speaking.
You know, this week in East Rutherford, I'm not sure what to expect from any of the three men that have been booked with me in the main event. I have my two opponents who obviously are taking this as a serious manner and my partner has failed to speak his piece the entire week. Sure, I haven't had much to say on the matter either, but then again, I think I let my actions do my talking a week ago in Rhode Island. Brad Kane is going to claim that he was never eliminated from our Battle Royal, and he would be correct to say that, but it was my hand that was raised at the end of the night, and it was I who was declared the winner. Due to some set of circumstances, you will be joining me in the main event at Ten, but you should thank your lucky stars that there was outside interference and I didn't have the chance to toss you over that top rope and claim the ONLY spot that should have been awarded.
One again Torture tried to keep me from another shot at his World Title and once again I overcame the odds. They weren't quite as daunting this time around, seeing as his disguise was less than convincing, but nevertheless, I thwarted yet another attempt to stop my mission of becoming World Champion of the Wrestling Championship Federation. Torture, your team couldn't keep me from that title match at One, what made you think a cheap mask and a new set of tights would have a different outcome. Yes, there will be four other men in that ring with us at Ten, including Logan, but I think we both know that it will be a two horse race to decide who will wear the belt at the end of the night. My name has been brought up in a lot of conversations when the question of “Who came the closest to beating Torture?” has been asked, but all that is irrelevant. There will be no remaining questions when I step into the ring with you once again on January 31.
Creeping Death, I don't even know where to begin with you. Like your partner, you seem to be taking this match for granted like you already have it in the bag. You insult me with your comparison of an individual who mocks my heritage to an individual that celebrates his homeland like I do. Milano Collection AT? Really? That's the best comparison you can find? Alright, so be it. Frankly, I think you must be the luckiest man in this federation. Every time I turn around after busting my ass week in and week out, you are getting yourself a World Title shot. While I am out there taking care of businesses and being put through matches like the War Main Event and the Battle Royal I was throw into last week, you are sitting back and having Title shots throw at you right and left. Must be nice to simply sit on your ass and be booked in a pay-per-view main event at the drop of the hat and without having to prove yourself to the current roster. Sure, I know you have a storied past here in the WCF, but what does that mean to me? What does that mean to a guy that has utterly DOMINATED his way to the #1 Contendership only to see a “respected veteran” like you being booked in the most important matches simply because of what you did in the past. Both you and I know that this tag match on Monday means absolutely nothing to either one of us, but when I step into a ring, the last thing I want to do is be on the losing end of a wrestling match. It doesn't matter if there is a belt on the line or if I have been booked in the opening match of the night with a bunch of jobbers, I simply refuse to lose. My partner may not feel the same way even though he is one of the few men at the top of this organization that has my respect. Yeah, I know, you aren't taking me seriously and have no reason to and all I'm doing is preaching to the choir, but Monday night at Slam will be a wake up call to both you and Mr. Brad Kane. I don't care if Logan no shows and I have to take the two of you on by myself, I simply will not lose. Have Nikki do a little homework for you and then take her advice...take this seriously.
Logan, you and I both have a common goal and that is to take down the man that currently rules over this federation like a dictator. In theory we make one hell of a team and if we can put the differences that we will have at Ten aside for one night, there is no question we can take care of the two men that will be in the opposing corner. We have a mutual respect for each other ever since our epic battle at War, in which be both pushed ourselves to our limits and I was fortunate enough to have a slight advantage to enter the event in the final spot and perhaps use the extra ounce of energy to propel myself into the upper echelon of the WCF. If we both perform like we did for that event, there isn't two men in this entire federation that could be put teamed together and stop us. Hell, there may not be a combination of three or even for men that could compete with us inside a wrestling ring. As with CD and Kane, I know this match means nothing to you and all of us are worried about the bigger and better match at the end of the month, but for me, I have something to prove and I think you do as well. There is no doubt you are an absolute LEGEND in this business and deserve every accolade you've gotten and I will be honored to fight on the same side as such as accomplished individual like yourself in New Jersey at Slam. Those two guys on the other side of the ring have and will show no respect for the two of us and I think its time we prove to the rest of the WCF and to the rest of the world, who the top superstars in this business really are and that short list doesn't include Brad Kane or Creeping Death.
Now, onto more pressing issues, and matters that have been eating at me over the last few days. It seems that I have the target on my back and have been the one who everyone feels they need to take shots at when it comes to claiming how they deserve their own shot at the WCF World Title. I will admit it, I was beaten by a better man in December, but I don't understand why the guys in the back seem that think that since Slickie T failed in his only opportunity, they should should automatically leapfrog into a title bout without having to go through me first. Unlike some of the other superstars that have reemerged in the past few weeks, I was not gifted a spot in World Title bouts or matches that resulted in World Championship opportunities. I was not placed in the main event at One because of my loyalty to this federation or because of some “close loss” that I had to Torture in the past. I EARNED my way into that match and until someone other than Torture can pin my shoulders to the mat or make me submit, I will be first in line when that golden strap is put on the line again. You can call me whatever you wish; the #1 Contender, the First Loser, the Latest Victim, it doesn't matter, as long as we are all in agreement I WILL become the next WCF World Champion. It may not be at Ten, hell it may not even be in the year 2010, but Slickie T will one day raise that belt over his head in victory and will begin a new era in the Wrestling Championship Federation. Anything short of a victory over Torture would be bittersweet in my quest to be the best, but the ultimate destination is to wear that belt around my waist, no matter who lays claim to it when my time comes.
Mr. Lerch dubbed me a “lone wolf” this week in the card description and perhaps if not for Trent Hunter, perhaps that would be my nickname here in the WCF, but the simple mention of being a rogue individual in a federation that has had its share of alliances got me thinking about how I am really seen here in this organization. It is quite true that I have had my share of run ins with about everyone on the roster and haven't been involved with or interested in any of the teams that have been put together. As a matter of fact, I have enjoyed taking down such stables more than I have looked to join one. I have come to the realization that I am on my own in the WCF and although I have gained the respect of and have respect for many of the superstars on the roster, I must continue to be a one man army. Sure, in the past I have been involved with such groups as The Untouchables, but that was when I was surrounded by individuals that I would trust with my general well-being and individuals that would have my back no matter the situation. The only one of those that has even been a part of this federation is Dake Ken and ever since our historic meeting, Dake has been nowhere to be seen, so once again, that leaves only Slickie T, and perhaps that way it will stay. I value my family more than anything back home, but here in the WCF I stand alone.
Sure, I may sound like a broken record as I have said this before, but this time around, I have more fervor and have a growing determination to never experience defeat again while in the Wrestling Championship Federation. I had enough of that in my first run at the World Title and my losses to both Johnny Reb and Greenfever have been vindicated, leaving me with only one more to take care of. Even though I seem to be the one that everyone is after, the man with the target on his back also has eyes in the back of his head.
Guiliano hops down off the top turnbuckle and fetches the jump rope that is dangling over the top rope of the ring, walking over to the cameraman and nearly pulling the stool out from under him as he jumps to his feet and backs away from the Sicilian that begins to turn the nylon cord once again. The scene fades to black as the camera makes its way back through the door from which it entered and back into the Vegas afternoon.
