Post by Seth Evans on Jun 9, 2013 6:44:57 GMT
Sitting in my brand new game room with the overhead light lighting up the entire room. My Xbox 360 controller was on the desk in front of me, and my Astro A40s laying next to them. I had my Gunnar Optiks in my hand as I was cleaning the lenses with a soft cloth before placing it in the protective case. There were a number of things that were racing through my mind over the last week --- knowing that it had been announced that I, along with four others, would go into combat at the first ever Imperial Wrestling Federation pay-per-view to battle for the Heavyweight Division Championship. My mind was looking forward to this opportunity to take the gold, but there was something that had been boiling for a while... before IWF, for a long time in nCw; it felt as if it were the proper time to speak on it. Without lifting my eyes to look into the camera, I allowed the words that I hid to come out...
"Throughout my time inside of the ring, my... what has it been? Six years? Throughout the six year that I've been traveling around the world and wrestling in a number of arenas and venues --- there's one thing, besides titles, that I haven't had the luxury of having. It's strange... because I don't believe that I've really been that hard to get along with. The luxury that I haven't been able to have is simple; it's friends. I can still count on one hand how many that I have in this company, and even in this industry!"
I tap one finger down onto the table surface.
"Andrew Jacobsen."
A second finger taps the table.
"Rob Diamond."
Licking my lips, I tap a third finger down and lift my eyes to look at the camera.
"Joe Everyman."
Tapping a fourth finger down, I tap all four fingers a few more times as I draw in a deep breath.
"And finally, Tara Fenix."
I scoff at what is best described as a pathetic count. It was clear to tell that I was far from being the most popular guy in the locker room... At least it rang in my mind that it never mattered what they thought of me; just what the fans thought of me.
"That's four people that I seem to be able to truly call a friend. Everybody else seems to have a problem with me... for some reason or another, they just seem to have a problem with me. But I do remember a time when people did accept me, and not only accepted me, but they would look forward to the next time that I would step into the ring --- I remember when I first stepped into the same company as Alex Jones, he said how much I reminded him of himself. Even Brad Kane gave me a nod, and if you got a glimpse of our small Twitter war, you'd know how hard that is to believe. But I have a very good memory which has saved me on more than one occasion, and I remember what things were like when I was still the fresh guy on the roster... My next question is simple, though:
What changed their mind?
Perhaps it's because of my personality; because I'm a gamer, and I enjoy playing a game that not many of them like. On top of that, it could be because I play said game at a level that they didn't know was possible. Perhaps, it's because I'm a perfectionist... whether it's wrestling inside of the ring or playing my game, I like to be the very best at what I do and I still believe, to this day, that the only way you will ever be the very best at what you do is by believing that you are! It doesn't mean that you are claiming there is nothing that you can fix. It means that you are confident enough in your own abilities that you know you have what it takes to win.
The most popular scenario, though, is the idea that these people have not forgiven me for the mistakes that I've made in the past. I was defeated in the middle of the ring and rather than dusting myself off, I walked away. Did they ever care whether I had a choice in the matter? No. They claimed it to be what they wanted, and they carried on with it.
I know, I know. The Imperial Wrestling Federation is seen by many people from New Championship Wrestling as the Crusaders saw Jerusalem --- a second chance. A chance for redemption. We don't want to hear too much about the past because of the fact that it's behind us; but it affects everything that is going on to this day. That's why I had to bring it up. That's why I had to address this. Does it bother me that these guys continue to talk about me behind my back? A little. Enough to drive me away? Hell no!"
I can't help but laugh at the thought of giving these people the comfort of getting rid of me. Never gonna happen.
"There's three words that I have to say to myself to get myself back in check, and realize that things are never going to change and that I might as well make the most of it: 'Haters Gonna Hate!' The three words that many people like me have to repeat to ourselves to not let you get to us, and when you do get to us? We become desperate... we become desperate to prove to you that we are that f*cking good! Dillusional. Hypocrites. These are the words that I think of when I think of people like Brad Kane, Alex Jones, Mike Laszlo, and Spike Kane.
You hate me because deep down, in the pit of your stomach; you know that I'm better than you.
You hate me because people have hated me for years...
And that train is coming back around; all aboard! Take your seat on the hate train, and hate all you want; you're not de-railing me! Believe me when I say, I'm going to be ascending through the ranks of the IWF and before any of you... before all of you... I'm going to be the Heavyweight Champion. And I'm going to be the Imperial Champion."
Now that all of that was off my chest, I felt a lot better. There were other things that I had to focus on, though; I couldn't allow these people to be the prime on my agenda --- there was a tag match that I had to win, and then a Heavyweight Championship that I had to take. I shake my head as I lower my eyes and scoff at the thought that went through my head, but shutting it away quickly, I had one person to speak of...
"Andrew Jacobsen; you were one of the four people that I listed as a friend... and it seems that ever since this place has started, our paths were destined to cross. On the very first show, we were both defeated in a fatal four way --- I was absent from the second show, but the third show, we're going to be partners, and that isn't going to be the end of it! ...We're going to be facing each other in the Championship Scramble at the first ever IWF pay-per-view, Bloody Assizes, to crown the very first Heavyweight Champion! What are the odds, Andrew? What are the odds?! Let's take this one step at a time, though, shall we? What's directly ahead of us? This tag match. We're going to be facing off against Xavier Cross and Mike Laszlo, two more people that are going to be in the Championship Scramble --- I believe we have the advantage walking into this match. I believe we're both going to gain some momentum going into the scramble because there is no doubt in my mind! We are going to walk out of this match as the winners!
You know me.
I know you.
We both know how to team with each other... We both know what the other is thinking. There's no denying that the chemistry between us is there, while the chemistry between Mike Laszlo and Xavier Cross is questionable... You and I, Andrew, we can put aside the fact that we're going to be opponents in one week and focus on what's directly ahead of us by winning this match. We'll do what we have to do to get the job done.
Speaking of Xavier Cross... Another man in this company who I have no problems with. The man has treated me with respect, and I actually have nothing but respect for him. Am I happy about the actions that he took on the final show of nCw? Do I care? No. It wasn't my business; he did what he wanted to do and what he had to do! We've had a very short history, Xavier... I remember facing you inside the ring when I was the rookie in nCw, and people didn't think that I could defeat you --- but I did. I know that you aren't going to make it easy this week, but you have some dead weight that you have to put in your backpack and carry but when you're facing two people like Andrew Jacobsen and myself, believe me when I say that you are going to have some problems. The scramble isn't going to be easy with someone like you standing in that ring...
I appreciate what you do for the community, Xavier. I really do. But that's not going to win this match for you and that's not going to win the Heavyweight Championship for you! It's an honor to be back in the ring with you, and I'm sure that we will see each other in the ring more often.
Onto the dead weight.
Mike Laszlo... I want to make this as clear to you as I possibly can.
I don't like you.
I don't care for you.
Have I always felt this way? Absolutely not! Hell, before I even signed my contract with IWF --- I had no beef with you. None, whatsoever. However, when you chose to speak against me and jump on that bandwagon of haters, you became one of the people that made me stay in this industry and company just to spite them. All the times that you fought Roberto Verona just to lose, it's all going to be a flashback for you... and it's going to carry over into IWF. However, instead of Roberto Verona being that man that you can't seem to beat, it's going to be me.
Every single time that you stand on the opposite side of the ring as me, I'm going to see to it that you do not walk out with that victory. Even if it's an over the top battle royal, and I have to dive out of the ring to make sure you don't win --- I will. There's just one more thing that I want to make clear to you: You brought this all on yourself. I'm going to be your IWF nightmare."
The grin seemed to leave my face, on account of the mere thought of Mike Laszlo sickened me... While I could accept many of the haters, there was just something that clicked when Laszlo chose to become one. The truth of the matter, he was somewhere back in nCw --- I couldn't think of a better joy than burying him whenever I had the opportunity. Looking ahead, though, I have one more name...
"While you're not participating in this match, the last person that I have to mention is Jake 'The Ace' Conway... I'm not going to waste too much of my breath on you. Once upon a time, you were one of the people that I absolutely could not stand inside of the ring! Even outside of the ring, on account of your charades as a womanizer --- but I would be a fool to think that you don't have a chance to be a problem in the scramble. A former nCw World Champion. You defeated Adam Knite, which is never an easy task... He seemed to always be that man that people wanted to beat. There was a reason for that, and you were able to do just that. Jake, I won't be seeing you this Monday but know that when next Sunday rolls around; I'm going to be sure to keep an eye on you.
The time of 'The Ace' is gone.
It's time for a bright, new future.
It's time for a new hero to rise.
It's time that I live up to my potential... and show the world what I truly can do, and shut the haters up, once and for all!"
Leaning a little closer to the camera, I grab the collar of my shirt and lift it up so the camera can see the words on my shirt for the first and only time of this promo.
"Umadbro?"
Scene ends.[/font][/font]
"Throughout my time inside of the ring, my... what has it been? Six years? Throughout the six year that I've been traveling around the world and wrestling in a number of arenas and venues --- there's one thing, besides titles, that I haven't had the luxury of having. It's strange... because I don't believe that I've really been that hard to get along with. The luxury that I haven't been able to have is simple; it's friends. I can still count on one hand how many that I have in this company, and even in this industry!"
I tap one finger down onto the table surface.
"Andrew Jacobsen."
A second finger taps the table.
"Rob Diamond."
Licking my lips, I tap a third finger down and lift my eyes to look at the camera.
"Joe Everyman."
Tapping a fourth finger down, I tap all four fingers a few more times as I draw in a deep breath.
"And finally, Tara Fenix."
I scoff at what is best described as a pathetic count. It was clear to tell that I was far from being the most popular guy in the locker room... At least it rang in my mind that it never mattered what they thought of me; just what the fans thought of me.
"That's four people that I seem to be able to truly call a friend. Everybody else seems to have a problem with me... for some reason or another, they just seem to have a problem with me. But I do remember a time when people did accept me, and not only accepted me, but they would look forward to the next time that I would step into the ring --- I remember when I first stepped into the same company as Alex Jones, he said how much I reminded him of himself. Even Brad Kane gave me a nod, and if you got a glimpse of our small Twitter war, you'd know how hard that is to believe. But I have a very good memory which has saved me on more than one occasion, and I remember what things were like when I was still the fresh guy on the roster... My next question is simple, though:
What changed their mind?
Perhaps it's because of my personality; because I'm a gamer, and I enjoy playing a game that not many of them like. On top of that, it could be because I play said game at a level that they didn't know was possible. Perhaps, it's because I'm a perfectionist... whether it's wrestling inside of the ring or playing my game, I like to be the very best at what I do and I still believe, to this day, that the only way you will ever be the very best at what you do is by believing that you are! It doesn't mean that you are claiming there is nothing that you can fix. It means that you are confident enough in your own abilities that you know you have what it takes to win.
The most popular scenario, though, is the idea that these people have not forgiven me for the mistakes that I've made in the past. I was defeated in the middle of the ring and rather than dusting myself off, I walked away. Did they ever care whether I had a choice in the matter? No. They claimed it to be what they wanted, and they carried on with it.
I know, I know. The Imperial Wrestling Federation is seen by many people from New Championship Wrestling as the Crusaders saw Jerusalem --- a second chance. A chance for redemption. We don't want to hear too much about the past because of the fact that it's behind us; but it affects everything that is going on to this day. That's why I had to bring it up. That's why I had to address this. Does it bother me that these guys continue to talk about me behind my back? A little. Enough to drive me away? Hell no!"
I can't help but laugh at the thought of giving these people the comfort of getting rid of me. Never gonna happen.
"There's three words that I have to say to myself to get myself back in check, and realize that things are never going to change and that I might as well make the most of it: 'Haters Gonna Hate!' The three words that many people like me have to repeat to ourselves to not let you get to us, and when you do get to us? We become desperate... we become desperate to prove to you that we are that f*cking good! Dillusional. Hypocrites. These are the words that I think of when I think of people like Brad Kane, Alex Jones, Mike Laszlo, and Spike Kane.
You hate me because deep down, in the pit of your stomach; you know that I'm better than you.
You hate me because people have hated me for years...
And that train is coming back around; all aboard! Take your seat on the hate train, and hate all you want; you're not de-railing me! Believe me when I say, I'm going to be ascending through the ranks of the IWF and before any of you... before all of you... I'm going to be the Heavyweight Champion. And I'm going to be the Imperial Champion."
Now that all of that was off my chest, I felt a lot better. There were other things that I had to focus on, though; I couldn't allow these people to be the prime on my agenda --- there was a tag match that I had to win, and then a Heavyweight Championship that I had to take. I shake my head as I lower my eyes and scoff at the thought that went through my head, but shutting it away quickly, I had one person to speak of...
"Andrew Jacobsen; you were one of the four people that I listed as a friend... and it seems that ever since this place has started, our paths were destined to cross. On the very first show, we were both defeated in a fatal four way --- I was absent from the second show, but the third show, we're going to be partners, and that isn't going to be the end of it! ...We're going to be facing each other in the Championship Scramble at the first ever IWF pay-per-view, Bloody Assizes, to crown the very first Heavyweight Champion! What are the odds, Andrew? What are the odds?! Let's take this one step at a time, though, shall we? What's directly ahead of us? This tag match. We're going to be facing off against Xavier Cross and Mike Laszlo, two more people that are going to be in the Championship Scramble --- I believe we have the advantage walking into this match. I believe we're both going to gain some momentum going into the scramble because there is no doubt in my mind! We are going to walk out of this match as the winners!
You know me.
I know you.
We both know how to team with each other... We both know what the other is thinking. There's no denying that the chemistry between us is there, while the chemistry between Mike Laszlo and Xavier Cross is questionable... You and I, Andrew, we can put aside the fact that we're going to be opponents in one week and focus on what's directly ahead of us by winning this match. We'll do what we have to do to get the job done.
Speaking of Xavier Cross... Another man in this company who I have no problems with. The man has treated me with respect, and I actually have nothing but respect for him. Am I happy about the actions that he took on the final show of nCw? Do I care? No. It wasn't my business; he did what he wanted to do and what he had to do! We've had a very short history, Xavier... I remember facing you inside the ring when I was the rookie in nCw, and people didn't think that I could defeat you --- but I did. I know that you aren't going to make it easy this week, but you have some dead weight that you have to put in your backpack and carry but when you're facing two people like Andrew Jacobsen and myself, believe me when I say that you are going to have some problems. The scramble isn't going to be easy with someone like you standing in that ring...
I appreciate what you do for the community, Xavier. I really do. But that's not going to win this match for you and that's not going to win the Heavyweight Championship for you! It's an honor to be back in the ring with you, and I'm sure that we will see each other in the ring more often.
Onto the dead weight.
Mike Laszlo... I want to make this as clear to you as I possibly can.
I don't like you.
I don't care for you.
Have I always felt this way? Absolutely not! Hell, before I even signed my contract with IWF --- I had no beef with you. None, whatsoever. However, when you chose to speak against me and jump on that bandwagon of haters, you became one of the people that made me stay in this industry and company just to spite them. All the times that you fought Roberto Verona just to lose, it's all going to be a flashback for you... and it's going to carry over into IWF. However, instead of Roberto Verona being that man that you can't seem to beat, it's going to be me.
Every single time that you stand on the opposite side of the ring as me, I'm going to see to it that you do not walk out with that victory. Even if it's an over the top battle royal, and I have to dive out of the ring to make sure you don't win --- I will. There's just one more thing that I want to make clear to you: You brought this all on yourself. I'm going to be your IWF nightmare."
The grin seemed to leave my face, on account of the mere thought of Mike Laszlo sickened me... While I could accept many of the haters, there was just something that clicked when Laszlo chose to become one. The truth of the matter, he was somewhere back in nCw --- I couldn't think of a better joy than burying him whenever I had the opportunity. Looking ahead, though, I have one more name...
"While you're not participating in this match, the last person that I have to mention is Jake 'The Ace' Conway... I'm not going to waste too much of my breath on you. Once upon a time, you were one of the people that I absolutely could not stand inside of the ring! Even outside of the ring, on account of your charades as a womanizer --- but I would be a fool to think that you don't have a chance to be a problem in the scramble. A former nCw World Champion. You defeated Adam Knite, which is never an easy task... He seemed to always be that man that people wanted to beat. There was a reason for that, and you were able to do just that. Jake, I won't be seeing you this Monday but know that when next Sunday rolls around; I'm going to be sure to keep an eye on you.
The time of 'The Ace' is gone.
It's time for a bright, new future.
It's time for a new hero to rise.
It's time that I live up to my potential... and show the world what I truly can do, and shut the haters up, once and for all!"
Leaning a little closer to the camera, I grab the collar of my shirt and lift it up so the camera can see the words on my shirt for the first and only time of this promo.
"Umadbro?"
Scene ends.[/font][/font]
Well howdy there pardner.