Post by Davey Ortega on Jun 28, 2013 4:00:03 GMT
It's a question we have all asked ourselves at one time or another. Who am I?
Well, I know who I am not. I am no longer the scared child I was when I was shipped off to Las Vegas at the fragile age of nine. My parents, who to this day I still can't bring their names to the tip of my tongue, sold me. For reasons I couldn't fully understand then they sold me to my fathers brother. You know to this day I still have no idea the price they settled on me. They sent a nine year old kid to Las Vegas alone.
If you want a good place to start exploring my inner workings the years I spent with my Uncle would be a damn good place to start. The man didn't so much teach me lessons as drill them into my head. One of his favorite sayings was ''People are expendable.'' Guess that saying rang true for his wives, mistresses...nubile, dim witted secretaries. To be honest I only think he kept me around because he paid for me. Always use to say ''David, money buys happiness. If you ever encounter someone who thinks other wise you take a lead pipe to his knees and then his wallet. Then you say lets see how happy you are with out then.'' When I was thirteen my Uncle caught a cheater, and decided to show me what we do with cheaters. Well, not so much cheaters but the ones stupid enough to get caught. Another one of his favorite sayings was ''There is nothing wrong with cheating, though if you get caught you deserve what you get.'' Well I'm not to sure if that particular cheat deserved the extremes he got. I'm not 100 percent positive of his fate, I personally only witnessed his hands being broken. At first I thought my Uncle spared me the car ride him, his three guys carrying shovels, and the cheat went on because he was merciful, though now I'm pretty sure it was because I was throwing up and he didn't want to risk any DNA at the site.
Swear to someones God, something straight out of Casino. The scary thing was I was 13, it was 1999! No. I'm not that fragile innocent kid anymore. All of the childish dreams and views have been crushed. Reality set in at an early age. You really can't un see some of those things.
I am also no longer the man who relies on alcohol or cocaine to escape. For so long I have preferred to run. I thought if I could run far enough and long enough I could escape everything. The biggest thing at that time in my life was losing to Spike Kane in the inaugural Dragons Den match. The stage was set, the hype built...and I was unable to pull the trigger. A curse that followed me throughout nCw. All the way up to my last chance. A shot thrown together out of luck. AJ Phoenix, Or Alex Jones has he calls himself now, could not make his scheduled match against then Champion Adam Knite. Oh I'm sure everyone knows the great Adam Knite. That was my fourth and final shot at the top prize of nCw. I believe that is a record that still stands to this day...though don't quote me on it. I have missed years of nCw history though I do believe ''Davey Ortega: Only man to receive four opportunities and never walk away with the gold.'' is a dubious record that I, shamefully, hold. The real thing that stings is that two of those were the first ever in nCw history. The first two World Title matches, Main Event of the pay per view, the dream of ALL wrestlers...and I didn't walk away with the shiny strap. Which also leads me to think of my other distinguished achievement. I am the only man in the New Championship Wrestling Hall of Fame to not be a World Champion. Do you know what it's like being on the outside looking in? I am in an exclusive club that is made up of another exclusive club. Some will argue that I deserve to be in it. First RttG runner up, created the first stable in nCw, Main Evented three out of the four first pay per view matches in nCw. Though I have to admit sometimes I look at my ring and think ''Damn, that is one hell of a consolation prize.'' No, I'm no longer trying to run away. Now I find simple motivation in my past. I know I have some people who are not looking forward to my debut in IWF, and they should have that worried facade.
Because I am also no longer a man who is willing to settle. I am so tired of being second rate when I am above first rate. My problem then was insecurity. I let myself believe I needed help in doing the one thing that should be natural. I formed a tag team with Joe Everyman christened The Second Rate Riders. I convoluted myself. I believed in the stereotype that was projected on me. I believed in them. That they knew what would be best for my career. Well I no longer believe in them, I believe in me. I believe in Davey Ortega and to hell with anyone who says otherwise. I am so grateful for my fresh start in IWF because I have a lot to prove. I have a lot to show.
So who am I? I don't know, not just yet. I do know that who I will become will be much more formidable than who I was.
The scene fades in on a room with James Preston sitting in a chair and Davey Ortega laying down on a couch. Preston is holding a clip board but not writing anything, his face in a state of...shock..?
Preston: Davey, that was the most real and...haunting thing you have ever revealed in therapy. Are you alright?
Davey slowly gets in a sitting position, then stand up and takes a step.
Davey: Preston, I haven't felt this good in years. A-llonsy.
Well, I know who I am not. I am no longer the scared child I was when I was shipped off to Las Vegas at the fragile age of nine. My parents, who to this day I still can't bring their names to the tip of my tongue, sold me. For reasons I couldn't fully understand then they sold me to my fathers brother. You know to this day I still have no idea the price they settled on me. They sent a nine year old kid to Las Vegas alone.
If you want a good place to start exploring my inner workings the years I spent with my Uncle would be a damn good place to start. The man didn't so much teach me lessons as drill them into my head. One of his favorite sayings was ''People are expendable.'' Guess that saying rang true for his wives, mistresses...nubile, dim witted secretaries. To be honest I only think he kept me around because he paid for me. Always use to say ''David, money buys happiness. If you ever encounter someone who thinks other wise you take a lead pipe to his knees and then his wallet. Then you say lets see how happy you are with out then.'' When I was thirteen my Uncle caught a cheater, and decided to show me what we do with cheaters. Well, not so much cheaters but the ones stupid enough to get caught. Another one of his favorite sayings was ''There is nothing wrong with cheating, though if you get caught you deserve what you get.'' Well I'm not to sure if that particular cheat deserved the extremes he got. I'm not 100 percent positive of his fate, I personally only witnessed his hands being broken. At first I thought my Uncle spared me the car ride him, his three guys carrying shovels, and the cheat went on because he was merciful, though now I'm pretty sure it was because I was throwing up and he didn't want to risk any DNA at the site.
Swear to someones God, something straight out of Casino. The scary thing was I was 13, it was 1999! No. I'm not that fragile innocent kid anymore. All of the childish dreams and views have been crushed. Reality set in at an early age. You really can't un see some of those things.
I am also no longer the man who relies on alcohol or cocaine to escape. For so long I have preferred to run. I thought if I could run far enough and long enough I could escape everything. The biggest thing at that time in my life was losing to Spike Kane in the inaugural Dragons Den match. The stage was set, the hype built...and I was unable to pull the trigger. A curse that followed me throughout nCw. All the way up to my last chance. A shot thrown together out of luck. AJ Phoenix, Or Alex Jones has he calls himself now, could not make his scheduled match against then Champion Adam Knite. Oh I'm sure everyone knows the great Adam Knite. That was my fourth and final shot at the top prize of nCw. I believe that is a record that still stands to this day...though don't quote me on it. I have missed years of nCw history though I do believe ''Davey Ortega: Only man to receive four opportunities and never walk away with the gold.'' is a dubious record that I, shamefully, hold. The real thing that stings is that two of those were the first ever in nCw history. The first two World Title matches, Main Event of the pay per view, the dream of ALL wrestlers...and I didn't walk away with the shiny strap. Which also leads me to think of my other distinguished achievement. I am the only man in the New Championship Wrestling Hall of Fame to not be a World Champion. Do you know what it's like being on the outside looking in? I am in an exclusive club that is made up of another exclusive club. Some will argue that I deserve to be in it. First RttG runner up, created the first stable in nCw, Main Evented three out of the four first pay per view matches in nCw. Though I have to admit sometimes I look at my ring and think ''Damn, that is one hell of a consolation prize.'' No, I'm no longer trying to run away. Now I find simple motivation in my past. I know I have some people who are not looking forward to my debut in IWF, and they should have that worried facade.
Because I am also no longer a man who is willing to settle. I am so tired of being second rate when I am above first rate. My problem then was insecurity. I let myself believe I needed help in doing the one thing that should be natural. I formed a tag team with Joe Everyman christened The Second Rate Riders. I convoluted myself. I believed in the stereotype that was projected on me. I believed in them. That they knew what would be best for my career. Well I no longer believe in them, I believe in me. I believe in Davey Ortega and to hell with anyone who says otherwise. I am so grateful for my fresh start in IWF because I have a lot to prove. I have a lot to show.
So who am I? I don't know, not just yet. I do know that who I will become will be much more formidable than who I was.
The scene fades in on a room with James Preston sitting in a chair and Davey Ortega laying down on a couch. Preston is holding a clip board but not writing anything, his face in a state of...shock..?
Preston: Davey, that was the most real and...haunting thing you have ever revealed in therapy. Are you alright?
Davey slowly gets in a sitting position, then stand up and takes a step.
Davey: Preston, I haven't felt this good in years. A-llonsy.