Post by Davey Ortega on Aug 25, 2013 17:44:32 GMT
OOC: Sorry for the abrupt ending and overall shortness it's been a crazy week and it's only the start.
I've been hearing rumors lately. Whispers say my name has been kicked around the front office between myself and Ryan Blade. Everyone knows nobody else has given him a real run for his money except me. At Legacy I fell short of getting my hands on him, I did something I am not particularly proud of but you have to understand...Mercury was in retrograde. Beside I don't even view it as a loss, I was eliminated. The real loser of the match is and forever shall be Seth Evans. Once again he falls in his effort to be worth the hype. Seth let me be brutal honest with you, you didn't prove anything to me at Legacy. Yeah, you made me tap but hell even a broken clock is right twice a day. All you did was build up your own ego just so Ryan Blade can choke it to death and leave you in the middle of that ring knowing he proved his superiority over you. You are his personal whipping boy, his ring bitch. Ryan Blade has never made me tap out or lose consciousness. All he has ever done is keep my shoulders to the mat for three seconds and frankly that's all he can do. If that option to win were to be removed Ryan Blade knows he has no shot in hell against me. He lacks not only the physical endurance to hang with me but also the mental endurance. After eight minutes in the ring with me does anyone honestly expect his mind to be sharp, sharp enough to think five moves ahead? No, he will be in desperation mode. Frantically trying to pull out that one big move but being hindered at every try. Ryan Blade can only pin Davey Ortega. Ryan Blade can not stop Davey Ortega.
So my answer to these rumors is a simple OK. Book the match, book it in a non title match, title match hell it does not matter because the result will be the same. I will knock out IWF's Man of Steel. I will prove that even champions can end up on their backs.
Though I have to admit their is another reason I wouldn't mind this rematch, I need to get someones full attention. This is not an easy task, though if you know anything about me you should know I am great at grabbing attention. With that being said I am going to have to put all my skills to the test because the man who's attention I want is currently occupied with a full plate. His COO shows clear favoritism, a strong group is forming within his company, and his division heads are frantically running around trying to find suitable contenders. I know what it's like, Simon. I may be the only person here that does but I know what it's like. I have heads of my Casino, you know security, poker, general manager...it can be overwhelming at times. And sometimes yes, like it or not we have to put our blinders on and focus on one specific area of the company because the very fate of said company is on the line. Though I have learned that when you focus too much on one particular area, you completely ignore the warning signals of possibly a bigger threat. I know, it has happened to me more than I care to admit but that was years ago, when I was young and foolish.
Now I'm not saying you are a fool, though I suspect much like me you have a bit of an ego. I also think that is what is getting in the way a bit. You want this company to be based on a foundation of clean slates. No typecasts here, no legends, no choke artists. Well I am going to be very candid here and tell you that I laugh at that very idea. I laugh at it because of Legacy. I laugh at it because if it where true I would certainly not be here. I am here for one reason, and I know you know what that is but I'm going to say it loud and proud, I am here for Spike Kane! Does sound like a man on a clean slate? Though I am willing to do something for you Simon, I am willing to give you more time. Now I need you too understand what this means. I'm not saying I will give you three months, a year, a day, a week, I don't know how long I can continue fighting every fiber of my being from starting one of the biggest fights in the history of IWF. I fight the urge to walk right up to him and smack him in his face on a weekly basis. So when I say I am willing to give you more time, I want you to know that means something. I know you will do right by me Simon.
The scene opens inside Daveys apartment inside The Casino. Davey is sitting at the kitchen table eating Ziti reading A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess as Ronald, Cass, and Jumpy are seen doing odd jobs around the apartment until William arrives holding the mail. He walks up to the kitchen table and casually tosses the mail onto it, causing Daveys eyebrow to raise.
William: It's just mostly bills, though you did have two interesting letters. A letter from MENSA and...Congress, oddly enough.
Davey: Interesting how?
William: Oh I didn't actually read it. I just thought it was interesting that you got a letter from Congress. I mean a Senator or a Representative yeah, but the entire Congress sends you a letter. I thought you might want too read what they sent first.
Davey: I have bee waiting for that letter ever since I began writing them in late April. Also how am I supposed to open them when clearly both my hands are otherwise engaged?
William slowly reaches for the Congress letter as Davey smiles putting down his book and his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his fist.
Davey: You know, I have always believed that if God truly existed he would of known Man needed more than just two arms. Think of all the things I could accomplish with four, or six. Oh, ew...think of all the things Trent Helms would do. Still...I'd take the good with the bad.
William doesn't smile as he opens the letter, pulling it out and silently reading through it before closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly as Davey gives the ''Aaannndd...'' look. You all know this look, at least you should. The look of what does it say, or welll..?
William: ''Dear Mr. Ortega, blah blah blah, we yet again deny your request to make April eighth ''National Stroke Awareness Day'' based on Mr. Helms's health. Further more we find it appalling that you want too parade Mr. Helms's image on that day, in only what can be described as a sick dedication to the day that it was announced to the world that Mr. Helms has suffered a stroke. We ask that you stop sending letters regarding this matter.'' And at the bottom it looks like every member of Congress squeezed a hand written signature.
Davey: Sick dedication? Because I want too raise awareness of strokes? Because I want people to see that even a man who claims to be an alien can fall victim to a very human happening. Do you know where the term ''stroke'' comes from? You should appreciate this William it comes from those in the dark ages who just dropped dead, and the crowds around them gathered in awe squawking about how they were hit with the stroke of Gods hand. A simple answer too a complicated question. Fine, I'll let people continue living in their holes. The hell does MENSA want?
William sets the Congress letter aside and picks up and opens the MENSA letter.
William: ''Dear Mr. Ortega. This letter is in regards to a question we have for you. As one of our longest members we ask of you to hold an event in honor of a members recent achievement. We feel holding this event at The Casino would give both you an opportunity to mingle with members new and old, and improve your image among the ranks. We hope to hear back from you soon so we can start planning this momentous occasion.''
Davey: What? That can't be all. They seriously expect me to clear out my casino to house socially acceptable idiots for an honorary banquet when I am not the one receiving the honor?! Preston, grab a pen and jot this down.
The four look at each other, not too sure who is referring to as Davey looks up at them a bit annoyed not one of them has a pen, or even reached for one.
Davey: This would be the part where one of you eager go getters grabs a pen and paper. You know what, screw it. First one of you to procure a pen and paper, lets say that one placed on the table by the couch, you get immunity for the week. And go!
The four of them make a dash to the table with Cass taking the pad of paper but Jumpy gets the pen. Ronald grabs the pen now residing in Jumpys hand but he pulls, unfortunately for him he pulls the cap right off stumbling back a bit leaving Ronald the holder of the pen. Cass starts walking towards Davey until Ronald reaches out grabbing the pad of paper though Cass holds on. They pursue in what is clearly a one sided struggle before Ronald pushes her while pulling on the pad, knocking her into Jumpy sending them both the the ground. Ronald walks up too Davey with some swagger though Davey is not at all impressed, his eyes not even looking on the challenge winner but rather on William, the lone pacifist.
Davey: Everyone leave, William and I need to have a chat. Though Ronald, write a scathing letter to MENSA declining their ''generous'' act. Have it done within the hour.
Ronald nods his head and walks past Cass and Jumpy, the latter helping the other up. They both leave with Jumpy giving a glance at William, almost like a last glance. William turns too Davey and starts walking towards him.
Davey: Was that some updated version of turning the other cheek? Usually one has too actually of been hit for that to apply? William their is something I have been wanting to ask for some time now, and that is why are you here? And by that I don't mean why are you in this competition I mean why have you been employed here for so long? I know you are a devout Christian, I've read your file just like the rest. It can't be easy for a man like you to be in a place like this, especially as a bartender. Do you know how many high class call girls hang around there?
William chuckles as Davey smiles.
William: Yes I know it's a conundrum, but I do go to church every Sunday. And I do cut off my customers when I feel they have had enough. Though I don't look down on them, or those who choose too chat up the prostitutes. I am in a position to just listen. So many people have told me their troubles and I have offered nothing except an ear and the word of Christ. Some listen, some don't. Though the ones I have saved and may save in the future is well worth me working here, surrounded by perpetual sin. No offense.
Davey: None taken. I also liked your reasoning. I also like the fact that you cut off the drunks. A tipsy customer will have the sense of calling a cab, a so drunk customer that falls too the floor thinks he us indestructible and will probably not be a repeat customer. I like your work ethic. Though that is the snag of it, you simply work for me. Everyone else was willing to too put up an amusing ''fight'' yet you made a mad dash and then just stood there.
William: I don't believe in a physical confrontation. Once I saw what they were willing to do, even as mild as it was I knew then they were pretty much willing to do anything. They will go to such lengths to please you, but I'm not.
Davey: Are you firing yourself?
William smiles as he extends his hand to Davey. Davey slowly gets up and takes the extended hand in his own, shaking it.
William: It's been a pleasure Mr. Ortega, but I think I want to return to work.
Davey: It's been a genuine pleasure, Mr. Hartnell. Let me see you out.
Davey and William head to the door leaving the apartment walking down the hall. They continue as they pass Davey's office with his doors open, a rarity. Davey stops inches after he passes the opening. One noticing the doors are open but more importantly seeing a figure out of the corner of his eye. He backs up looking intently at the bookcase. He walks through the threshold and boldly to the bookcase picking up a picture. A picture of Davey and James Preston when Davey first bought the building that would eventually become his second casino. He holds it for a bit before he hears the distinct sound of...his door opening? He looks over and indeed William is opening the door.
William: Mr. Ortega, are you alright?
Davey: I...but...
Davey takes another look at the picture and puts it back, regaining his composure. He turns to William.
Davey: I'm fine. I'm sure you know your way back to your post. A-llonsy.
William leaves closing the door behind him. Davey walks away from the bookcase stopping at his two sided mirror, he turns facing it watching his game floor bustle with activity. Though he can't help but glance back for a split second as he heard a laughter resonating from the bookcase. He sharply turns his gaze back to his casino.
I told you Trent. I told you right after your unfortunate mishap that this...us...not over. Not by a long shot and I hate to be the wet blanket but this little spat proves nothing. This is called a Consideration match, and that boils down to one thing. This is a hoop. You, Alex, and myself are all expected to march out there and perform not for the crowd, but for the personal amusement of Angel, and his pride and joy Bushido. The prize at the end of the road? A possible future shot against someone for a future shot against Bushido. What. A. Gyp.
So like I said, this match proves nothing between you and I. Especially with Mr. Jones lurking about. Now with that being said it is going to be nice to be in the ring with you again. Trent I want you to know something, contrary too popular beliefs and things said in the heat of the moment I don't hate you. I don't like you that match, but I don't hate you. In fact I do have a deep respect for you. You are the reason I have taken to air more and more. I used to just be a technician until I saw you fly through the air and thought, I want to fly too. Though this time not into a steel chair hopefully, or a guard rail...
I've been hearing rumors lately. Whispers say my name has been kicked around the front office between myself and Ryan Blade. Everyone knows nobody else has given him a real run for his money except me. At Legacy I fell short of getting my hands on him, I did something I am not particularly proud of but you have to understand...Mercury was in retrograde. Beside I don't even view it as a loss, I was eliminated. The real loser of the match is and forever shall be Seth Evans. Once again he falls in his effort to be worth the hype. Seth let me be brutal honest with you, you didn't prove anything to me at Legacy. Yeah, you made me tap but hell even a broken clock is right twice a day. All you did was build up your own ego just so Ryan Blade can choke it to death and leave you in the middle of that ring knowing he proved his superiority over you. You are his personal whipping boy, his ring bitch. Ryan Blade has never made me tap out or lose consciousness. All he has ever done is keep my shoulders to the mat for three seconds and frankly that's all he can do. If that option to win were to be removed Ryan Blade knows he has no shot in hell against me. He lacks not only the physical endurance to hang with me but also the mental endurance. After eight minutes in the ring with me does anyone honestly expect his mind to be sharp, sharp enough to think five moves ahead? No, he will be in desperation mode. Frantically trying to pull out that one big move but being hindered at every try. Ryan Blade can only pin Davey Ortega. Ryan Blade can not stop Davey Ortega.
So my answer to these rumors is a simple OK. Book the match, book it in a non title match, title match hell it does not matter because the result will be the same. I will knock out IWF's Man of Steel. I will prove that even champions can end up on their backs.
Though I have to admit their is another reason I wouldn't mind this rematch, I need to get someones full attention. This is not an easy task, though if you know anything about me you should know I am great at grabbing attention. With that being said I am going to have to put all my skills to the test because the man who's attention I want is currently occupied with a full plate. His COO shows clear favoritism, a strong group is forming within his company, and his division heads are frantically running around trying to find suitable contenders. I know what it's like, Simon. I may be the only person here that does but I know what it's like. I have heads of my Casino, you know security, poker, general manager...it can be overwhelming at times. And sometimes yes, like it or not we have to put our blinders on and focus on one specific area of the company because the very fate of said company is on the line. Though I have learned that when you focus too much on one particular area, you completely ignore the warning signals of possibly a bigger threat. I know, it has happened to me more than I care to admit but that was years ago, when I was young and foolish.
Now I'm not saying you are a fool, though I suspect much like me you have a bit of an ego. I also think that is what is getting in the way a bit. You want this company to be based on a foundation of clean slates. No typecasts here, no legends, no choke artists. Well I am going to be very candid here and tell you that I laugh at that very idea. I laugh at it because of Legacy. I laugh at it because if it where true I would certainly not be here. I am here for one reason, and I know you know what that is but I'm going to say it loud and proud, I am here for Spike Kane! Does sound like a man on a clean slate? Though I am willing to do something for you Simon, I am willing to give you more time. Now I need you too understand what this means. I'm not saying I will give you three months, a year, a day, a week, I don't know how long I can continue fighting every fiber of my being from starting one of the biggest fights in the history of IWF. I fight the urge to walk right up to him and smack him in his face on a weekly basis. So when I say I am willing to give you more time, I want you to know that means something. I know you will do right by me Simon.
The scene opens inside Daveys apartment inside The Casino. Davey is sitting at the kitchen table eating Ziti reading A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess as Ronald, Cass, and Jumpy are seen doing odd jobs around the apartment until William arrives holding the mail. He walks up to the kitchen table and casually tosses the mail onto it, causing Daveys eyebrow to raise.
William: It's just mostly bills, though you did have two interesting letters. A letter from MENSA and...Congress, oddly enough.
Davey: Interesting how?
William: Oh I didn't actually read it. I just thought it was interesting that you got a letter from Congress. I mean a Senator or a Representative yeah, but the entire Congress sends you a letter. I thought you might want too read what they sent first.
Davey: I have bee waiting for that letter ever since I began writing them in late April. Also how am I supposed to open them when clearly both my hands are otherwise engaged?
William slowly reaches for the Congress letter as Davey smiles putting down his book and his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his fist.
Davey: You know, I have always believed that if God truly existed he would of known Man needed more than just two arms. Think of all the things I could accomplish with four, or six. Oh, ew...think of all the things Trent Helms would do. Still...I'd take the good with the bad.
William doesn't smile as he opens the letter, pulling it out and silently reading through it before closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly as Davey gives the ''Aaannndd...'' look. You all know this look, at least you should. The look of what does it say, or welll..?
William: ''Dear Mr. Ortega, blah blah blah, we yet again deny your request to make April eighth ''National Stroke Awareness Day'' based on Mr. Helms's health. Further more we find it appalling that you want too parade Mr. Helms's image on that day, in only what can be described as a sick dedication to the day that it was announced to the world that Mr. Helms has suffered a stroke. We ask that you stop sending letters regarding this matter.'' And at the bottom it looks like every member of Congress squeezed a hand written signature.
Davey: Sick dedication? Because I want too raise awareness of strokes? Because I want people to see that even a man who claims to be an alien can fall victim to a very human happening. Do you know where the term ''stroke'' comes from? You should appreciate this William it comes from those in the dark ages who just dropped dead, and the crowds around them gathered in awe squawking about how they were hit with the stroke of Gods hand. A simple answer too a complicated question. Fine, I'll let people continue living in their holes. The hell does MENSA want?
William sets the Congress letter aside and picks up and opens the MENSA letter.
William: ''Dear Mr. Ortega. This letter is in regards to a question we have for you. As one of our longest members we ask of you to hold an event in honor of a members recent achievement. We feel holding this event at The Casino would give both you an opportunity to mingle with members new and old, and improve your image among the ranks. We hope to hear back from you soon so we can start planning this momentous occasion.''
Davey: What? That can't be all. They seriously expect me to clear out my casino to house socially acceptable idiots for an honorary banquet when I am not the one receiving the honor?! Preston, grab a pen and jot this down.
The four look at each other, not too sure who is referring to as Davey looks up at them a bit annoyed not one of them has a pen, or even reached for one.
Davey: This would be the part where one of you eager go getters grabs a pen and paper. You know what, screw it. First one of you to procure a pen and paper, lets say that one placed on the table by the couch, you get immunity for the week. And go!
The four of them make a dash to the table with Cass taking the pad of paper but Jumpy gets the pen. Ronald grabs the pen now residing in Jumpys hand but he pulls, unfortunately for him he pulls the cap right off stumbling back a bit leaving Ronald the holder of the pen. Cass starts walking towards Davey until Ronald reaches out grabbing the pad of paper though Cass holds on. They pursue in what is clearly a one sided struggle before Ronald pushes her while pulling on the pad, knocking her into Jumpy sending them both the the ground. Ronald walks up too Davey with some swagger though Davey is not at all impressed, his eyes not even looking on the challenge winner but rather on William, the lone pacifist.
Davey: Everyone leave, William and I need to have a chat. Though Ronald, write a scathing letter to MENSA declining their ''generous'' act. Have it done within the hour.
Ronald nods his head and walks past Cass and Jumpy, the latter helping the other up. They both leave with Jumpy giving a glance at William, almost like a last glance. William turns too Davey and starts walking towards him.
Davey: Was that some updated version of turning the other cheek? Usually one has too actually of been hit for that to apply? William their is something I have been wanting to ask for some time now, and that is why are you here? And by that I don't mean why are you in this competition I mean why have you been employed here for so long? I know you are a devout Christian, I've read your file just like the rest. It can't be easy for a man like you to be in a place like this, especially as a bartender. Do you know how many high class call girls hang around there?
William chuckles as Davey smiles.
William: Yes I know it's a conundrum, but I do go to church every Sunday. And I do cut off my customers when I feel they have had enough. Though I don't look down on them, or those who choose too chat up the prostitutes. I am in a position to just listen. So many people have told me their troubles and I have offered nothing except an ear and the word of Christ. Some listen, some don't. Though the ones I have saved and may save in the future is well worth me working here, surrounded by perpetual sin. No offense.
Davey: None taken. I also liked your reasoning. I also like the fact that you cut off the drunks. A tipsy customer will have the sense of calling a cab, a so drunk customer that falls too the floor thinks he us indestructible and will probably not be a repeat customer. I like your work ethic. Though that is the snag of it, you simply work for me. Everyone else was willing to too put up an amusing ''fight'' yet you made a mad dash and then just stood there.
William: I don't believe in a physical confrontation. Once I saw what they were willing to do, even as mild as it was I knew then they were pretty much willing to do anything. They will go to such lengths to please you, but I'm not.
Davey: Are you firing yourself?
William smiles as he extends his hand to Davey. Davey slowly gets up and takes the extended hand in his own, shaking it.
William: It's been a pleasure Mr. Ortega, but I think I want to return to work.
Davey: It's been a genuine pleasure, Mr. Hartnell. Let me see you out.
Davey and William head to the door leaving the apartment walking down the hall. They continue as they pass Davey's office with his doors open, a rarity. Davey stops inches after he passes the opening. One noticing the doors are open but more importantly seeing a figure out of the corner of his eye. He backs up looking intently at the bookcase. He walks through the threshold and boldly to the bookcase picking up a picture. A picture of Davey and James Preston when Davey first bought the building that would eventually become his second casino. He holds it for a bit before he hears the distinct sound of...his door opening? He looks over and indeed William is opening the door.
William: Mr. Ortega, are you alright?
Davey: I...but...
Davey takes another look at the picture and puts it back, regaining his composure. He turns to William.
Davey: I'm fine. I'm sure you know your way back to your post. A-llonsy.
William leaves closing the door behind him. Davey walks away from the bookcase stopping at his two sided mirror, he turns facing it watching his game floor bustle with activity. Though he can't help but glance back for a split second as he heard a laughter resonating from the bookcase. He sharply turns his gaze back to his casino.
I told you Trent. I told you right after your unfortunate mishap that this...us...not over. Not by a long shot and I hate to be the wet blanket but this little spat proves nothing. This is called a Consideration match, and that boils down to one thing. This is a hoop. You, Alex, and myself are all expected to march out there and perform not for the crowd, but for the personal amusement of Angel, and his pride and joy Bushido. The prize at the end of the road? A possible future shot against someone for a future shot against Bushido. What. A. Gyp.
So like I said, this match proves nothing between you and I. Especially with Mr. Jones lurking about. Now with that being said it is going to be nice to be in the ring with you again. Trent I want you to know something, contrary too popular beliefs and things said in the heat of the moment I don't hate you. I don't like you that match, but I don't hate you. In fact I do have a deep respect for you. You are the reason I have taken to air more and more. I used to just be a technician until I saw you fly through the air and thought, I want to fly too. Though this time not into a steel chair hopefully, or a guard rail...
Well howdy there pardner.