Post by Davey Ortega on Apr 3, 2006 21:36:14 GMT -5
Blast was a huge failure. I didn't even get to fight. All I did was make an entrance and then left, with out even touching the former WCF Television Champion....Mikes going to kill me....
*The scene opens outside a beautiful two story house. A mile long drive way, and built into some woods. A perfect place for a man that loves his solitude. There is a basket ball court in the front, and an inground pool in the back. Inside the house we find Victor sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands. He slowly looks up and sees ''Mike'' giving him a look that could kill.*
Victor: I'm sorry....
Mike: You're sorry? Sorry? Sorry should not be how you feel you little bitch! You should feel anger. That little bastard Torture came out of no where and took your match at blast! He just waltsed right out of no where and did what you said YOU were going to do! Dammit Victor! Why? Why did you just walk away!?
Victor: I figured Torture wanted to do it, and the fans....
Mike: The fans? The fans?!?! Hey, Victor, when has the fans EVER decided what is best for you career? Ever since you stepped foot in the ring you have always had the fans at your side. What have they done for you? They have mocked you, made a laughing stock out of you. You only have one WCF Championship to your name, when you should at least have three. I think we really need to re evaluate your drive for this sport...especially if you are going to cater to the fans.
Victor: Mike, you know I really love this. I mean, this is what Dad always talked about. This is what he said was his drem...and for us to live his dream for him is a wonderous thing.
Mike: Yeah, I know...but in his dream I bet he wasn't a failure. Now me, on the other hand, I AM a legend. You, all you can say is you have been around since NCW...woohoo. No one cares about some old.....freak. I mean damn Victor, what in the hell has happend to you
*Victor slowly gets up off the couch and starts to pace. He has a solemn look on his face, and stops in the middle looking down.*
Victor: Nothing. Nothing has happend to me. I have always been like that. I have always done everything for the fans....always. Though, it does have it's benefits. I am a former WCF champion, WCF Tag Team champion, WCF Hardcore champion, NCW World champion, NCW Television champion, NCW Tag Team champion, WFF United States champion, KWA Tag Team champion. I have been multiple champions...so, why are you so angry, Mike? Tell me have I not done enough?
Mike: No....you have NOT done enough. Like I have been saying you should be a former three time WCF champion, a contender and champion among any others. Not some guy who luckily won it, and then lost it a week later. Your reigns should be for months at a time, possibly even years. Though no...they are days. Fuck the fans, Victor. They are nothing to you..or atleast they should be nothing to you. I mean what are you fighting for? Them or you? You endlessly fight the ToT to no luck. Why? WHY?!?! Tell me. Why do you do that? Who are you fighting for? When you fight Logan, yeah the fans cheer for you....but they know in the end they have warped your mind into thinking you can beat him just by doing it for them....they know the end of the match will have Logans hand raised in victory. Do you even want to win another title?
Victor: Ofcourse I do. I fight....I fight for the fans. Mike I am their last remaining light of hope. The WCF champion betrayed them, Logan pisses on them every chance he gets, Seth only does it for the money...who else can they look to for cleaning up the WCF? Who? Me. They know that I, Victor Taylor, can overcome the odds and defeat any nemesis the WCF has to offer. They know only I--
Mike: Stop right there. First of all the fans do not give a damn about you. There is nothing more amusing to them then watching you fail, fall, die trying. If you want to become the WCF champion...do it for yourself. Do it because it will help establish you as a legitimate competitor here in the WCF. You have a match, for some odd ass reason, against Reckless Jack for the WCF title. This is your only shot. With Logan running the damn place I am surprised as all hell you were even granted this fine oppertunity. So take it for yourself. Stop being afraid of failure and go out there and show him WCFs Nightmare. Just like you beat Wreck into submission, beat the WCF champion in submission and take his only claim to fame from him. The coveted WCF championship. Reckless Jack is nothing to you. Show him what you are...what Logan and Creeping Death have fought, the never say die son of a bitch. The roughest, toughest Bayou Brawler.
Victor: I have knots in my stomach...I mean you are right, dear brother, this is my only shot. What is I fail? What if-
Mike: YOU WILL NOT FAIL!!! If you say it you have already lost. No one should ever, EVER think that when they go into a match. Your mentality is deplorable. You will think, one hundred percent, I will win. I will beat the living hell out of him, and make him beg for mercy. Say it.
Victor: I will win.
Mike: Again
Victor: I will win.
Mike: With feeling, like a Taylor should say it. Make me believe.
*Victor raises his head and looks at Mike dead in the eyes.*
Victor: I will not only win, but I will make a demanding mark. I will show them the greatest WCF Nightmare. What I will do to Reckless Jack will be sick, and disturbing. This man has always, always wanted to fight me. He has always talked about it. So, this is his chance. His shot to fight me, and beat me. The sad part is....he really believes he can. Oh, it will not happen. I will show him that I am not dead, I am not some useless little bitch. That I can inflict as much damage as the entire roster put together. I will distort his body in ways never thought possible. Reckless Jack, your title reign is comming to an abrupt end. I will see you at Slam...at the show that made me, and the show that will break you.
*Scene cuts*
*The scene opens outside a beautiful two story house. A mile long drive way, and built into some woods. A perfect place for a man that loves his solitude. There is a basket ball court in the front, and an inground pool in the back. Inside the house we find Victor sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands. He slowly looks up and sees ''Mike'' giving him a look that could kill.*
Victor: I'm sorry....
Mike: You're sorry? Sorry? Sorry should not be how you feel you little bitch! You should feel anger. That little bastard Torture came out of no where and took your match at blast! He just waltsed right out of no where and did what you said YOU were going to do! Dammit Victor! Why? Why did you just walk away!?
Victor: I figured Torture wanted to do it, and the fans....
Mike: The fans? The fans?!?! Hey, Victor, when has the fans EVER decided what is best for you career? Ever since you stepped foot in the ring you have always had the fans at your side. What have they done for you? They have mocked you, made a laughing stock out of you. You only have one WCF Championship to your name, when you should at least have three. I think we really need to re evaluate your drive for this sport...especially if you are going to cater to the fans.
Victor: Mike, you know I really love this. I mean, this is what Dad always talked about. This is what he said was his drem...and for us to live his dream for him is a wonderous thing.
Mike: Yeah, I know...but in his dream I bet he wasn't a failure. Now me, on the other hand, I AM a legend. You, all you can say is you have been around since NCW...woohoo. No one cares about some old.....freak. I mean damn Victor, what in the hell has happend to you
*Victor slowly gets up off the couch and starts to pace. He has a solemn look on his face, and stops in the middle looking down.*
Victor: Nothing. Nothing has happend to me. I have always been like that. I have always done everything for the fans....always. Though, it does have it's benefits. I am a former WCF champion, WCF Tag Team champion, WCF Hardcore champion, NCW World champion, NCW Television champion, NCW Tag Team champion, WFF United States champion, KWA Tag Team champion. I have been multiple champions...so, why are you so angry, Mike? Tell me have I not done enough?
Mike: No....you have NOT done enough. Like I have been saying you should be a former three time WCF champion, a contender and champion among any others. Not some guy who luckily won it, and then lost it a week later. Your reigns should be for months at a time, possibly even years. Though no...they are days. Fuck the fans, Victor. They are nothing to you..or atleast they should be nothing to you. I mean what are you fighting for? Them or you? You endlessly fight the ToT to no luck. Why? WHY?!?! Tell me. Why do you do that? Who are you fighting for? When you fight Logan, yeah the fans cheer for you....but they know in the end they have warped your mind into thinking you can beat him just by doing it for them....they know the end of the match will have Logans hand raised in victory. Do you even want to win another title?
Victor: Ofcourse I do. I fight....I fight for the fans. Mike I am their last remaining light of hope. The WCF champion betrayed them, Logan pisses on them every chance he gets, Seth only does it for the money...who else can they look to for cleaning up the WCF? Who? Me. They know that I, Victor Taylor, can overcome the odds and defeat any nemesis the WCF has to offer. They know only I--
Mike: Stop right there. First of all the fans do not give a damn about you. There is nothing more amusing to them then watching you fail, fall, die trying. If you want to become the WCF champion...do it for yourself. Do it because it will help establish you as a legitimate competitor here in the WCF. You have a match, for some odd ass reason, against Reckless Jack for the WCF title. This is your only shot. With Logan running the damn place I am surprised as all hell you were even granted this fine oppertunity. So take it for yourself. Stop being afraid of failure and go out there and show him WCFs Nightmare. Just like you beat Wreck into submission, beat the WCF champion in submission and take his only claim to fame from him. The coveted WCF championship. Reckless Jack is nothing to you. Show him what you are...what Logan and Creeping Death have fought, the never say die son of a bitch. The roughest, toughest Bayou Brawler.
Victor: I have knots in my stomach...I mean you are right, dear brother, this is my only shot. What is I fail? What if-
Mike: YOU WILL NOT FAIL!!! If you say it you have already lost. No one should ever, EVER think that when they go into a match. Your mentality is deplorable. You will think, one hundred percent, I will win. I will beat the living hell out of him, and make him beg for mercy. Say it.
Victor: I will win.
Mike: Again
Victor: I will win.
Mike: With feeling, like a Taylor should say it. Make me believe.
*Victor raises his head and looks at Mike dead in the eyes.*
Victor: I will not only win, but I will make a demanding mark. I will show them the greatest WCF Nightmare. What I will do to Reckless Jack will be sick, and disturbing. This man has always, always wanted to fight me. He has always talked about it. So, this is his chance. His shot to fight me, and beat me. The sad part is....he really believes he can. Oh, it will not happen. I will show him that I am not dead, I am not some useless little bitch. That I can inflict as much damage as the entire roster put together. I will distort his body in ways never thought possible. Reckless Jack, your title reign is comming to an abrupt end. I will see you at Slam...at the show that made me, and the show that will break you.
*Scene cuts*
