Post by Davey Ortega on Sept 29, 2013 5:10:13 GMT
Well, we all know what happened at Extreme Endurance. So many things went down and yet I am only focused on two distinct events. One of which I think you all know, and if you don't then just leave IWF and crawl back under your rock. The entire roster rejoiced, well...the entire roster minus three rejoiced and cheered when Spike Kane walked out of Extreme Endurance the newly crowned Imperial Champion. An event that ultimately lead to violent sickness for me. When I heard the the Kane Corner go insane I knew he had done it, and I just shook my head in silence. Now, as much as I want to rip flesh of his bones, I am forced to put my ambitions aside for as long as he holds that title. Unlike some of you I know what he is like when he is on top of the company. He's ruthless, he becomes driven by competition, by the responsibility of being the top dog. He becomes..well..a true to life Juggernaut, rolling through month to month, chopping his opponents down as quickly as they are set up. I know this all to well because I was victim number one in NCW. Yes, that night...that match...everything on the line.
Do you remember, Spike?
I hope you do because it is what drives me. That night, the five years that followed. All of the drugs, lies, and thefts all because of you. You have no idea how frustrating it is to be in the same building with knowing I couldn't touch you before Extreme Endurance, and I sure as hell can not touch you after. This is something I have been wanting to address for sometime, because is sitting in his house with a smirk on his face and that question on his lips. The question that is on everyones mind...Why hasn't Davey Ortega attacked? Fair question, I have made no secret to my intent or my all around purpose for being here.
Still, isn't it obvious? Even though IWF is better with me, it will still go on without me. Now it was never said outright, it was strongly hinted that if I were to attack Spike I may not have a job the next day. Now I know a lot of you just scoffed at that, knowing full well that he can handle himself inside and outside the ring. Though none of you....not a one...has more hatred for him than me. When I say I am here for his blood that is not a metaphor for a PG-13 beating. I want him wearing the crimson mask remembering the last thing he saw before slipping into forced unconsciousness. I want him knowing I walked away with his blood dripping from my knuckles as I claim something more precious than a leather strap. He will know that I have redeemed myself and more importantly...
He will believe in Davey Ortega
I mentioned a second event, which is great because a month ago I would of been consumed by Spikes win...I think they call that progress. Anyways the other thing that happened actually does affect me, being how I do represent the Cruiser Weight division every time I step out in that ring. I watched that match and honestly the ending was appalling. Yeah I may not be in Trent Helms's cell phone but I will stand by this next statement until the day I have a stroke. Trent Helms is more of a champion than Alex Jones.
Alex I want to say we have a rocky history. A jaded past that I share with Trent, Spike, and Angel. Truth is we don't, the one time you became relevant to me was when you got ''injured'' and I was your very last minute replacement for the NCW World title. Though that was then, and this is now. And now, all those years later I have to tell you I still don't see what everyone else see's when they look at you. They all see something unique. Some grand spark you possess that makes you better than the average mid carder. Strange thing is you didn't show anything special a few weeks ago when you me and Trent where in a triple threat match. In fact if memory serves me you where pinned by Helms that night, and yet here you are...the Cruiser Weight Champion. Well you may have that strap but let me be the first to tell you you did not redeem yourself last Sunday night. You want to know what you proved? That when given a true chance to rise above and become something better, something genuine you would rather resort to cowardice and trickery to obtain your goal. Yes, I am well aware of what I am saying. Me of all people calling you out, well...it's like the pot calling the kettle black. Though I do recognize my own shade when I see it, and I see through the crocodile tears.
Though the Juggs may be irrelevant now, I fully believe you were or still are aware of their plans. I believe that the masked men who have been disrupting IWF as of late are cohorts of yours. I find it hard to believe that if you were truly a golden child that you would remain unscathed. Alex, they had no interest in you what so ever. So either your not worth their time or on your pay roll...
I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here.
Still you stood tall in the ring after your two out of three falls match, gold held in your hand as you looked at the two masked men applaud you. Sure, everyone saw the cold demeanor, like you had no idea and where upset at the end result. Alex, people are dumb, a person is smart but Davey Ortega...well...he is a god damn genius. You are thrilled to be where you are, because you think it solidifies your hard work even though your win is tainted.
Alex Jones...Cruiser Weight champion
I don't know, what do you think? It doesn't really roll off the tongue does it? Maybe that's because it isn't supposed too. Now, your going to have to try and follow me on this next part. My thought process can confuse the mundane, but you essentially cheated and that doesn't sit well with me. I know, as a man who penned a few chapters in the Villains Handbook I should give you a nod when we pass each other backstage. Well I guess that is just what separates me from you, I would rather write the playbook then mindlessly execute it. Sure, I have performed dastardly deeds but unlike what you did I have always owned up to them. Whether it was something as simplistic as the rope grab, or the intricate and delicate plan to disrupt a main event match of a pay per view. I made sure everyone knew I was well aware of what I was doing. Though the one thing I never resorted to was paying either two nobodies...or two has beens twenty bucks to dawn 99 cent ski masks and run out to cause confusion all for the sake of creating hype for you, to create controversy around you. It was to gain a mental edge because no one ever knew when they would attack...well almost no one. I have never needed a mental edge, or a device to disorient the people that stand in my way. So when you are at ring side, watching three of the most over looked competitors in IWF I want you to take solace in the fact that one of them has taken notice of your win, and he knows that you are lacking a real challenge.
Now maybe I should address those who I should be wasting my breath on, starting with the only name I am familiar with.
Gjengrei, the last time we were in that ring you got the better of me. Well that's not entirely accurate as it was Honorbound as a whole who topped me and my random partner of the week. Though I think it is safe to say that ole' HB will be put on the back burner given recent, smoldering events. Which leaves questions abound. Lets be honest, everyone knows that Cable is the main draw of the two of you. So the biggest question concerning you at this point is what do you do now? Will you rise above the moniker of ''good tag team guy'', effortlessly transcending from tag competition to one on one competition? Will you defy the odds and evade the pitfalls that took people like Milo Holland, a strong competitor but in the end still dependent on brother David.
That's the dream of every good tag team guy...
Though I think we all know by now most dreams go unfulfilled, and the dream of Gjengrei reinventing himself as a singles samurai is still a work in progress. Yet I don't believe that is the only dream you harbor, is it? You have been bitten by the revenge bug, am I right? You want to avenge your partner.
Must be the magic of friendship.
Well just like the dream of being a top notch single star, your revenge aspirations will be stay a plan in your head. I know you want to make him pay, that you want to see him in unimaginable pain and if it were anyone else I would be the devil on your shoulder whispering for you to take action. Though it's not some run of the mill competitor, no. The person you want to crucify is the same person I need to crucify. So, instead of having a pissing competition I am prepared to offer you a deal, and this is one time only offer.
You will see him in pain, I promise you that. You will see him be tortured, relentlessly assaulted and burned alive. Let me say it again, you will SEE it. You, and every other member of the roster will watch in horror as I show the ''God of Xtreme'' how true brutality is measured. How creatively sick my beautiful mind really is, and Gjengrei all you have to do in order to witness this sublime event is be patient, and stay out of my way. Rest assured that when the time comes it will be me who gets him. I do not need anyones help in my quest and just to show how good a sport I am, the two of you can have whatever is left over. I will drag his bloody unconscious body right to your feet and just walk away.
That is my offer and it would probably be the smartest decision you ever made if you are to take it. If you choose not to, if you are so eager to end your tag team career and attack him be aware that if he doesn't pop your head like a puss filled zit...I will. You do not get your revenge before me, nobody does. But hey, I think the last thing I have to say to you will make you smile, because it's something your so used to hearing...
Though Gjengrei is not the only one I have to keep my eye on...
There is another, someone who has been making a ruckus for some weeks. Killian Creed, the first true rookie I have encountered here in IWF. Now when I say rookie, I don't mean are just now earning your stripes. Oh yes I did some research on you and it turns out you know your craft. You may have accumulated some rust...about fifteen years worth to be exact. Though that will fade in time...which is something you also have ticking against you. It can't be easy for you, a man who is to proud to admit sometimes he just can't keep the pace. Sure you have done some things, won some matches but lets be honest...just between you and I. Those people you used as stepping stones didn't bring much of a challenge for you. How could they? They are people stuck in low card hell, not to mention the lone tag team guy.
So congratulations, you have arrived to the bright lights of Sacrifice, and possibly the biggest match since you came to IWF. The Cruiser Weight Champ himself will be at ring side calling the match, and to top it off you have some honest to goodness real competition. I know you fancy the Rear Naked Choke, and honestly it is an effective move. Well, effective to those who lack the basic understanding of reversing a hold, much less those who would rather avoid it entirely. You may be able to catch Gjengrei in it, and he may come close to tapping before I break it up, and in one beautiful move lock you in my Saturday Night Ride. I haven't made anyone tap lately and since you enjoy running your mouth about the Rear Naked maybe you should be introduced to a more crippling sensation.
A message will be sent on Monday and I only need one of you to be the delivery boy, though I might kick the other in the head while he is down just to prove a point.
their is the rest of the roster...
jobbers and eternal tag team guys
And then their is me.
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The scene opens in what we can assume to be Casses room in the VIP area of The Casino. Her suitcase is on the bed, packing for her trip to Pennsylvania where Sacrifice is this week. Jason is sitting on a chair reading the hand written journal of James Preston.
Jason: Have you looked through these? The entries get bizarre.
Cass: No. The only thing I'm wondering about those is why does it exist? Seriously who writes with pen and paper when they have advanced technology at their fingertips?
Jason: Davey doesn't trust technology.
Cass: How could you possibly know that?
Jason: It was one of the first entries in this. I mean it starts off as a normal day-to-day journal then just get weird. Medical observations next to recipes. Financial information, movie listings...poetry.
Cass: Have you gotten to the end yet?
Jason: No, to be honest I'm almost afraid too.
Cass: Well that is generally where the best stuff is, and if this is supposed to help us I bet we will find something useful in his last entry
Jason realizes he has never thought about that, nodding his head and flipping to the last page. He begins reading quietly then gets a perplexed look on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. Cass looks at him intrigued, walking to his side so she can see what he is seeing.
Jason: I don't believe it. It's to whoever succeeds him. He knew Davey would bring someone in to replace him and he must of wrote this before he left.
Jason and Cass exchange a glance, before Jason turns back some pages, stopping as soon as he sees the page.
Cass: Oh no way...no way.
Jason: If it wasn't in his handwriting I wouldn't believe it. According to this Davey gave forty five percent of his earnings last year to charity...
Cass: I can read, Jason. Since we are pointing out the obvious it wasn't to multiple charities. Just one, the Ronald McDonald House.
Hey!
Jason: AHHHHhhh!!
Jason almost jumps out of the chair during his scream. Tossing the journal into the air and down on the floor. They both look too the door way seeing Davey Ortega.
Davey: Are you two ready? The limo is waiting. A-llonsy.
With that Davey leaves as Cass quickly zips up her bag, shouldering it as she is hot on the heels of Davey. Jason quickly gets up and leaves the room. Instead of following them the camera pans in to the open journal on the last page.
''To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this then I have left The Casino and you are my replacement. Let me first congratulate you on landing the easiest and at the same time hardest job in your life. Sure you get to live here, and you will never want as long as you stay but their will be no time for any personal endeavors unless you are willing to forgo sleep. Davey may well be the smartest man in the continental United States but he requires constant supervision. When someone as intelligent as him gets bored or lacks a wall to bounce ideas off of he will seek any substance that frees him from thinking. Your number one job is to keep him grounded, in any reality that may make sense. This will prove to be taxing over the years but he would not choose a weak companion, so going by my knowledge of him it is a safe bet you are both mentally strong and flexible. I just hope you don't have a family that depends on you, or worse yet a family who you walked out on in order to provide for them. The last thing you want is your own demons coupled with the ones you will inherit for Davey. I wish I had some magic word or special incantation that made this job easier but the truth is I only survived as long as I did because I convinced myself I was doing right by my family. The only words I can offer are good luck because you will need it.
James Preston. ''
Do you remember, Spike?
I hope you do because it is what drives me. That night, the five years that followed. All of the drugs, lies, and thefts all because of you. You have no idea how frustrating it is to be in the same building with knowing I couldn't touch you before Extreme Endurance, and I sure as hell can not touch you after. This is something I have been wanting to address for sometime, because is sitting in his house with a smirk on his face and that question on his lips. The question that is on everyones mind...Why hasn't Davey Ortega attacked? Fair question, I have made no secret to my intent or my all around purpose for being here.
Still, isn't it obvious? Even though IWF is better with me, it will still go on without me. Now it was never said outright, it was strongly hinted that if I were to attack Spike I may not have a job the next day. Now I know a lot of you just scoffed at that, knowing full well that he can handle himself inside and outside the ring. Though none of you....not a one...has more hatred for him than me. When I say I am here for his blood that is not a metaphor for a PG-13 beating. I want him wearing the crimson mask remembering the last thing he saw before slipping into forced unconsciousness. I want him knowing I walked away with his blood dripping from my knuckles as I claim something more precious than a leather strap. He will know that I have redeemed myself and more importantly...
He will believe in Davey Ortega
I mentioned a second event, which is great because a month ago I would of been consumed by Spikes win...I think they call that progress. Anyways the other thing that happened actually does affect me, being how I do represent the Cruiser Weight division every time I step out in that ring. I watched that match and honestly the ending was appalling. Yeah I may not be in Trent Helms's cell phone but I will stand by this next statement until the day I have a stroke. Trent Helms is more of a champion than Alex Jones.
Alex I want to say we have a rocky history. A jaded past that I share with Trent, Spike, and Angel. Truth is we don't, the one time you became relevant to me was when you got ''injured'' and I was your very last minute replacement for the NCW World title. Though that was then, and this is now. And now, all those years later I have to tell you I still don't see what everyone else see's when they look at you. They all see something unique. Some grand spark you possess that makes you better than the average mid carder. Strange thing is you didn't show anything special a few weeks ago when you me and Trent where in a triple threat match. In fact if memory serves me you where pinned by Helms that night, and yet here you are...the Cruiser Weight Champion. Well you may have that strap but let me be the first to tell you you did not redeem yourself last Sunday night. You want to know what you proved? That when given a true chance to rise above and become something better, something genuine you would rather resort to cowardice and trickery to obtain your goal. Yes, I am well aware of what I am saying. Me of all people calling you out, well...it's like the pot calling the kettle black. Though I do recognize my own shade when I see it, and I see through the crocodile tears.
Though the Juggs may be irrelevant now, I fully believe you were or still are aware of their plans. I believe that the masked men who have been disrupting IWF as of late are cohorts of yours. I find it hard to believe that if you were truly a golden child that you would remain unscathed. Alex, they had no interest in you what so ever. So either your not worth their time or on your pay roll...
I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here.
Still you stood tall in the ring after your two out of three falls match, gold held in your hand as you looked at the two masked men applaud you. Sure, everyone saw the cold demeanor, like you had no idea and where upset at the end result. Alex, people are dumb, a person is smart but Davey Ortega...well...he is a god damn genius. You are thrilled to be where you are, because you think it solidifies your hard work even though your win is tainted.
Alex Jones...Cruiser Weight champion
I don't know, what do you think? It doesn't really roll off the tongue does it? Maybe that's because it isn't supposed too. Now, your going to have to try and follow me on this next part. My thought process can confuse the mundane, but you essentially cheated and that doesn't sit well with me. I know, as a man who penned a few chapters in the Villains Handbook I should give you a nod when we pass each other backstage. Well I guess that is just what separates me from you, I would rather write the playbook then mindlessly execute it. Sure, I have performed dastardly deeds but unlike what you did I have always owned up to them. Whether it was something as simplistic as the rope grab, or the intricate and delicate plan to disrupt a main event match of a pay per view. I made sure everyone knew I was well aware of what I was doing. Though the one thing I never resorted to was paying either two nobodies...or two has beens twenty bucks to dawn 99 cent ski masks and run out to cause confusion all for the sake of creating hype for you, to create controversy around you. It was to gain a mental edge because no one ever knew when they would attack...well almost no one. I have never needed a mental edge, or a device to disorient the people that stand in my way. So when you are at ring side, watching three of the most over looked competitors in IWF I want you to take solace in the fact that one of them has taken notice of your win, and he knows that you are lacking a real challenge.
Now maybe I should address those who I should be wasting my breath on, starting with the only name I am familiar with.
Gjengrei, the last time we were in that ring you got the better of me. Well that's not entirely accurate as it was Honorbound as a whole who topped me and my random partner of the week. Though I think it is safe to say that ole' HB will be put on the back burner given recent, smoldering events. Which leaves questions abound. Lets be honest, everyone knows that Cable is the main draw of the two of you. So the biggest question concerning you at this point is what do you do now? Will you rise above the moniker of ''good tag team guy'', effortlessly transcending from tag competition to one on one competition? Will you defy the odds and evade the pitfalls that took people like Milo Holland, a strong competitor but in the end still dependent on brother David.
That's the dream of every good tag team guy...
Though I think we all know by now most dreams go unfulfilled, and the dream of Gjengrei reinventing himself as a singles samurai is still a work in progress. Yet I don't believe that is the only dream you harbor, is it? You have been bitten by the revenge bug, am I right? You want to avenge your partner.
Must be the magic of friendship.
Well just like the dream of being a top notch single star, your revenge aspirations will be stay a plan in your head. I know you want to make him pay, that you want to see him in unimaginable pain and if it were anyone else I would be the devil on your shoulder whispering for you to take action. Though it's not some run of the mill competitor, no. The person you want to crucify is the same person I need to crucify. So, instead of having a pissing competition I am prepared to offer you a deal, and this is one time only offer.
You will see him in pain, I promise you that. You will see him be tortured, relentlessly assaulted and burned alive. Let me say it again, you will SEE it. You, and every other member of the roster will watch in horror as I show the ''God of Xtreme'' how true brutality is measured. How creatively sick my beautiful mind really is, and Gjengrei all you have to do in order to witness this sublime event is be patient, and stay out of my way. Rest assured that when the time comes it will be me who gets him. I do not need anyones help in my quest and just to show how good a sport I am, the two of you can have whatever is left over. I will drag his bloody unconscious body right to your feet and just walk away.
That is my offer and it would probably be the smartest decision you ever made if you are to take it. If you choose not to, if you are so eager to end your tag team career and attack him be aware that if he doesn't pop your head like a puss filled zit...I will. You do not get your revenge before me, nobody does. But hey, I think the last thing I have to say to you will make you smile, because it's something your so used to hearing...
Though Gjengrei is not the only one I have to keep my eye on...
There is another, someone who has been making a ruckus for some weeks. Killian Creed, the first true rookie I have encountered here in IWF. Now when I say rookie, I don't mean are just now earning your stripes. Oh yes I did some research on you and it turns out you know your craft. You may have accumulated some rust...about fifteen years worth to be exact. Though that will fade in time...which is something you also have ticking against you. It can't be easy for you, a man who is to proud to admit sometimes he just can't keep the pace. Sure you have done some things, won some matches but lets be honest...just between you and I. Those people you used as stepping stones didn't bring much of a challenge for you. How could they? They are people stuck in low card hell, not to mention the lone tag team guy.
So congratulations, you have arrived to the bright lights of Sacrifice, and possibly the biggest match since you came to IWF. The Cruiser Weight Champ himself will be at ring side calling the match, and to top it off you have some honest to goodness real competition. I know you fancy the Rear Naked Choke, and honestly it is an effective move. Well, effective to those who lack the basic understanding of reversing a hold, much less those who would rather avoid it entirely. You may be able to catch Gjengrei in it, and he may come close to tapping before I break it up, and in one beautiful move lock you in my Saturday Night Ride. I haven't made anyone tap lately and since you enjoy running your mouth about the Rear Naked maybe you should be introduced to a more crippling sensation.
A message will be sent on Monday and I only need one of you to be the delivery boy, though I might kick the other in the head while he is down just to prove a point.
their is the rest of the roster...
jobbers and eternal tag team guys
And then their is me.
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The scene opens in what we can assume to be Casses room in the VIP area of The Casino. Her suitcase is on the bed, packing for her trip to Pennsylvania where Sacrifice is this week. Jason is sitting on a chair reading the hand written journal of James Preston.
Jason: Have you looked through these? The entries get bizarre.
Cass: No. The only thing I'm wondering about those is why does it exist? Seriously who writes with pen and paper when they have advanced technology at their fingertips?
Jason: Davey doesn't trust technology.
Cass: How could you possibly know that?
Jason: It was one of the first entries in this. I mean it starts off as a normal day-to-day journal then just get weird. Medical observations next to recipes. Financial information, movie listings...poetry.
Cass: Have you gotten to the end yet?
Jason: No, to be honest I'm almost afraid too.
Cass: Well that is generally where the best stuff is, and if this is supposed to help us I bet we will find something useful in his last entry
Jason realizes he has never thought about that, nodding his head and flipping to the last page. He begins reading quietly then gets a perplexed look on his face, shaking his head in disbelief. Cass looks at him intrigued, walking to his side so she can see what he is seeing.
Jason: I don't believe it. It's to whoever succeeds him. He knew Davey would bring someone in to replace him and he must of wrote this before he left.
Jason and Cass exchange a glance, before Jason turns back some pages, stopping as soon as he sees the page.
Cass: Oh no way...no way.
Jason: If it wasn't in his handwriting I wouldn't believe it. According to this Davey gave forty five percent of his earnings last year to charity...
Cass: I can read, Jason. Since we are pointing out the obvious it wasn't to multiple charities. Just one, the Ronald McDonald House.
Hey!
Jason: AHHHHhhh!!
Jason almost jumps out of the chair during his scream. Tossing the journal into the air and down on the floor. They both look too the door way seeing Davey Ortega.
Davey: Are you two ready? The limo is waiting. A-llonsy.
With that Davey leaves as Cass quickly zips up her bag, shouldering it as she is hot on the heels of Davey. Jason quickly gets up and leaves the room. Instead of following them the camera pans in to the open journal on the last page.
''To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this then I have left The Casino and you are my replacement. Let me first congratulate you on landing the easiest and at the same time hardest job in your life. Sure you get to live here, and you will never want as long as you stay but their will be no time for any personal endeavors unless you are willing to forgo sleep. Davey may well be the smartest man in the continental United States but he requires constant supervision. When someone as intelligent as him gets bored or lacks a wall to bounce ideas off of he will seek any substance that frees him from thinking. Your number one job is to keep him grounded, in any reality that may make sense. This will prove to be taxing over the years but he would not choose a weak companion, so going by my knowledge of him it is a safe bet you are both mentally strong and flexible. I just hope you don't have a family that depends on you, or worse yet a family who you walked out on in order to provide for them. The last thing you want is your own demons coupled with the ones you will inherit for Davey. I wish I had some magic word or special incantation that made this job easier but the truth is I only survived as long as I did because I convinced myself I was doing right by my family. The only words I can offer are good luck because you will need it.
James Preston. ''
Well howdy there pardner.