Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 10:49:16 GMT
Welcome back faithful readers, and new readers alike. Welcome back as you read more of one of the greatest stories ever told, about one of the greatest men to ever live; Noah Field.
This has been an origin story for the ages. A story that Noah himself felt was best told if we started with his great grandfather and worked our way up from there. It's been a story of rags to riches, power, destruction, murder, with elements of love and a strong sense of family thrown in for good measure.
The problem with this story, while great, it’s epic. It’s like War and Peace, Atlas Shrugged, or the Bible, both in impact and in size. As interesting as it is, sometimes even the story of Christ needs an editor.
And yes, I just drew comparisons between Noah and Jesus Christ; Noah told me to.
So here’s an edited period of the History of the Field family to get from point A to point B.
Last we saw, Anthony Carmangelo had met Mary Field. After meeting her that night on the roof of the hospital, Mary and Anthony had a whirlwind romance. The two of them were inseparable. Mary immediately fell for Anthony's dedication, wit, and his unwavering loyalty to family. On the other hand, Anthony was completely smitten with her endearing kindness, soft heart, but outspoken demeanor.
Simply stated, the two of them complemented each other.
After a year together, they had a huge wedding with not an expense spared. Even the presence of the FBI couldn't ruin the day for the madly in love couple.
Shortly after their wedding, Sonny finally succumbed to the injuries he had that fateful night he was shot, placing Anthony as the sole head of the Carmangelo criminal empire. Anthony turned Chicago into a bloodbath as he settled old scores and squashed others before they began as he took sole control over Chicago. But Chicago wasn’t what he wanted; St. Louis was. A city ripe for the picking with the weakened Bommarito family trying to helm the organized crime of the city.
Anthony began to make contacts in the St. Louis area, giving funding to the campaign of several local politicians as he began to slowly jockey for power. It wasn’t until he met Vincent Bonetti that Anthony truly began to make real ground work toward his goals in St. Louis.
Bonetti was fresh off a return from Vietnam and was working as a police detective. Bonetti’s family had been prominent figures in the St. Louis community, but Bonetti himself was the black sheep of the family. He was a man with a badge, a temper, and no remorse, who was more or less beyond recourse. Within two years of meeting Bonetti, Anthony had established himself at the top of the food chain in the St. Louis era, creating for himself a criminal empire that spanned the midwest.
It was around this time that Anthony and Mary relocated to St. Louis, and now that his empire was stable, the two of them started a family together. First, Mary gave birth her son Luciendo (Lucas), two years later Anthony Jr. (Tony), and eighteen months later their lone daughter, Maria.
The three children could not had been any more divergent from one another as they grew up. Lucas idolized his father and wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps, even at a young age he had a violent temper and was prone to extreme outbursts. Lucas was like his father in every way, with the exception of his self control. Maria had a certain charisma to her that just drew everyone to her at an early age,with a charming innocence to her that very much resembled her grandmother. Tony was more like his mother. He had a sharp mind to him, showing a great aptitude at an early age.
Therein lied the problem. As the children got older, it became more apparent to Anthony that Lucas was far from the personality type needed to carry on the empire he had created, but Tony, Tony had the mind, but was far too soft and weak willed to do anything about it.
But one thing Anthony had always been good at was pushing people to their extreme. Thus, Anthony began his attempts to mold his son into the man he felt he needed to be.
The man that would one day become Tony Field.
A lot has been said about me. I made my in-ring debut on February 5, 2013. In the mere four years I've been in this business, I've been one of the most talked about athletes; EVER! (As if this comes to a shock to anyone.)
Whether it's been my lineage as the son of the great Tony Field, or references to my being a trust fund kid (so what?), my impeccable skin and flawless hair (jealous much?), the fact that I married my step sister (look at her, why wouldn't I?), or the truth that I'm the best in the world at what I do (it's truly hard being this good).
I've had people talk about how I run from a fight (I fight smart, not run), how I rarely defend a title (you have to earn a shot, it's not just given unless you're, well, me), buzzing about my extreme arrogance (it's fully earned).
I could do this all day. I'm a lightening rod for attention. It's a curse of being born into greatness, and making that greatness something more; making it legendary. Let's face it, I'm like a man of myth. A God among peasants who should be blessed just to utter my name.
But of all the talk, all the chatter, and all the buzz, the one thing that stands the most proud for me can be summed up with one number.
Eight.
Eight wins and zero losses. The only undefeated champion in IWF, and as of Metamorphosis, the longest reigning Invicitus Champion in IWF history.
But at the same time, this undefeated streak of mine is a curse and a hindrance. It's holding me back from something bigger and better. It's holding me back from my true destiny; the Imperial Championship.
I'm the biggest star IWF has ever seen. Who needs Roberto Verona, Eternity, GOD, or any other name in the halls of history here? You have Noah Field, The Crown Prince, The Heir Apparent, The King Killer, or one of the many other names they call me in true reverence of my greatness.
But this belt, this Invictus Championship, it holds me back. While a lesser man, such as Cable Arcane, scrounges for a true contender, the only man in this company who can beat him is stuck in a rut defending a championship he doesn't even really care about. But I digress, I'll return to Cable in all due time. It's not time yet.
But...
You heard me right. This title means nothing to me; not anymore. But to lose it, to let someone else take what is mine, not only ends my streak, but allows someone to have an inkling of hope that maybe...just maybe they are on level with me. And that...that is just plain cruel. It's like a sick joke, to string someone along like that with dreams of grandiosity while the best they are destined to is second best (Let's face it, always second best when I'm around).
What happens when your opponent isn't even second best? That's the case for JFK. He's a joke, a punchline. Another notch in my proverbial belt that I can't even be proud of, aside from making him number nine.
I mean really; in what reality, in what universe, does JFK even deserve to share the ring with greatness such as mine? That's the travesty of it all. I've become such a dominant champion that they can't even find a worthy contender for my belt.
Who would have thought my competition peaked with Chris King and Zasshu (I'm shaking my head as I at this)? THAT is a testament to my greatness.
So now I get to do what I do best, what no one else does like I do; win. And not only win, I get to pad my record beating a man I've already beaten in JFK.
He thinks he's a thorn in my side. He thinks he's a contender. He thinks he has a place in the ring with me, someone needs to tell him he's not paid to think, and he doesn't do it very well. Just because a man can blindside me with a superkick, catching me completely unaware, doesn't make them a contender for my belt.
At Metamorphosis, it’s time for this little pipe dream of JFK’s to come crashing down around him. He’ll become a part of history and he’ll be a part of a legend, a myth. But it won’t be the legend of JFK. It’ll be a part of the myth that is Noah Field, when he becomes the man who was the nine in nine and zero.
I have to ask myself though, why am I wasting my breath on JFK? The real prize, the real goal is the Imperial Championship. The real goal is to beat the man who is the second best in the world (behind me, that is), Cable Arcane.
Do I respect Cable? No, not in the least. Why should I? He’s a second rate champion hogging my spot, my glory, and my championship. He’s taking up real estate that is my property and it’s on borrowed time.
There have been questions abound as far as my joining House of Howlett. It’s been the biggest news to break in the wrestling industry since, well, my debut. I’ve never answered those questions, nor has anyone else. But maybe it’s time to come clean.
Laura knows that Cable can’t beat me. Laura knows that I’m the greatest wrestler known to man and that my rightful place is on top of this company; that I’m the Crown Prince because I’m wrestling royalty. So Laura protected her investment.
It’s genius really. Take the only person who can remove the title from HoH off the board by making them a part of HoH. It was never about strengthening the group, it was about hiding the shortcomings of Cable Arcane.
Now why would I take the deal?
I was promised to be the next in line. Why should someone of my stature have to win a contenders match, when I can just be handed what I rightfully deserve? That was the deal. I’m taken off the board to protect Cable’s precious title reign, then the moment he drops the belt I’m next batter up.
Thing is, I’m done waiting. Why should I, Noah Field, wait in line behind anyone? After all, 9-0, remember (Yes, I’m claiming JFK).
Verona is right, Cable is a paper champion. Not because he never beat Verona, but because he’s not me! It’s as easy as one plus two equals three. Even the uneducated short bussed fans that bring their stench to our sold out crowd can figure that one out.
So I’m jumping myself to the front of the line. I’m welching on the deal. After I beat JFK at Metamorphosis, I’ll do what I came to IWF to do; I’ll beat Cable Arcane, as simple as that. I’ll become the greatest Imperial Champion IWF has ever seen, because well...I’m Noah Field and no one else is.
I’ll become the first double champion when I hold both the Imperial and the Invictus. I’ll cement my rightful place as the face of IWF, and all will be well with the world.
Because it’s this simple; Noah giveth and Noah taketh away.
This has been an origin story for the ages. A story that Noah himself felt was best told if we started with his great grandfather and worked our way up from there. It's been a story of rags to riches, power, destruction, murder, with elements of love and a strong sense of family thrown in for good measure.
The problem with this story, while great, it’s epic. It’s like War and Peace, Atlas Shrugged, or the Bible, both in impact and in size. As interesting as it is, sometimes even the story of Christ needs an editor.
And yes, I just drew comparisons between Noah and Jesus Christ; Noah told me to.
So here’s an edited period of the History of the Field family to get from point A to point B.
Last we saw, Anthony Carmangelo had met Mary Field. After meeting her that night on the roof of the hospital, Mary and Anthony had a whirlwind romance. The two of them were inseparable. Mary immediately fell for Anthony's dedication, wit, and his unwavering loyalty to family. On the other hand, Anthony was completely smitten with her endearing kindness, soft heart, but outspoken demeanor.
Simply stated, the two of them complemented each other.
After a year together, they had a huge wedding with not an expense spared. Even the presence of the FBI couldn't ruin the day for the madly in love couple.
Shortly after their wedding, Sonny finally succumbed to the injuries he had that fateful night he was shot, placing Anthony as the sole head of the Carmangelo criminal empire. Anthony turned Chicago into a bloodbath as he settled old scores and squashed others before they began as he took sole control over Chicago. But Chicago wasn’t what he wanted; St. Louis was. A city ripe for the picking with the weakened Bommarito family trying to helm the organized crime of the city.
Anthony began to make contacts in the St. Louis area, giving funding to the campaign of several local politicians as he began to slowly jockey for power. It wasn’t until he met Vincent Bonetti that Anthony truly began to make real ground work toward his goals in St. Louis.
Bonetti was fresh off a return from Vietnam and was working as a police detective. Bonetti’s family had been prominent figures in the St. Louis community, but Bonetti himself was the black sheep of the family. He was a man with a badge, a temper, and no remorse, who was more or less beyond recourse. Within two years of meeting Bonetti, Anthony had established himself at the top of the food chain in the St. Louis era, creating for himself a criminal empire that spanned the midwest.
It was around this time that Anthony and Mary relocated to St. Louis, and now that his empire was stable, the two of them started a family together. First, Mary gave birth her son Luciendo (Lucas), two years later Anthony Jr. (Tony), and eighteen months later their lone daughter, Maria.
The three children could not had been any more divergent from one another as they grew up. Lucas idolized his father and wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps, even at a young age he had a violent temper and was prone to extreme outbursts. Lucas was like his father in every way, with the exception of his self control. Maria had a certain charisma to her that just drew everyone to her at an early age,with a charming innocence to her that very much resembled her grandmother. Tony was more like his mother. He had a sharp mind to him, showing a great aptitude at an early age.
Therein lied the problem. As the children got older, it became more apparent to Anthony that Lucas was far from the personality type needed to carry on the empire he had created, but Tony, Tony had the mind, but was far too soft and weak willed to do anything about it.
But one thing Anthony had always been good at was pushing people to their extreme. Thus, Anthony began his attempts to mold his son into the man he felt he needed to be.
The man that would one day become Tony Field.
A lot has been said about me. I made my in-ring debut on February 5, 2013. In the mere four years I've been in this business, I've been one of the most talked about athletes; EVER! (As if this comes to a shock to anyone.)
Whether it's been my lineage as the son of the great Tony Field, or references to my being a trust fund kid (so what?), my impeccable skin and flawless hair (jealous much?), the fact that I married my step sister (look at her, why wouldn't I?), or the truth that I'm the best in the world at what I do (it's truly hard being this good).
I've had people talk about how I run from a fight (I fight smart, not run), how I rarely defend a title (you have to earn a shot, it's not just given unless you're, well, me), buzzing about my extreme arrogance (it's fully earned).
I could do this all day. I'm a lightening rod for attention. It's a curse of being born into greatness, and making that greatness something more; making it legendary. Let's face it, I'm like a man of myth. A God among peasants who should be blessed just to utter my name.
But of all the talk, all the chatter, and all the buzz, the one thing that stands the most proud for me can be summed up with one number.
Eight.
Eight wins and zero losses. The only undefeated champion in IWF, and as of Metamorphosis, the longest reigning Invicitus Champion in IWF history.
But at the same time, this undefeated streak of mine is a curse and a hindrance. It's holding me back from something bigger and better. It's holding me back from my true destiny; the Imperial Championship.
I'm the biggest star IWF has ever seen. Who needs Roberto Verona, Eternity, GOD, or any other name in the halls of history here? You have Noah Field, The Crown Prince, The Heir Apparent, The King Killer, or one of the many other names they call me in true reverence of my greatness.
But this belt, this Invictus Championship, it holds me back. While a lesser man, such as Cable Arcane, scrounges for a true contender, the only man in this company who can beat him is stuck in a rut defending a championship he doesn't even really care about. But I digress, I'll return to Cable in all due time. It's not time yet.
But...
You heard me right. This title means nothing to me; not anymore. But to lose it, to let someone else take what is mine, not only ends my streak, but allows someone to have an inkling of hope that maybe...just maybe they are on level with me. And that...that is just plain cruel. It's like a sick joke, to string someone along like that with dreams of grandiosity while the best they are destined to is second best (Let's face it, always second best when I'm around).
What happens when your opponent isn't even second best? That's the case for JFK. He's a joke, a punchline. Another notch in my proverbial belt that I can't even be proud of, aside from making him number nine.
I mean really; in what reality, in what universe, does JFK even deserve to share the ring with greatness such as mine? That's the travesty of it all. I've become such a dominant champion that they can't even find a worthy contender for my belt.
Who would have thought my competition peaked with Chris King and Zasshu (I'm shaking my head as I at this)? THAT is a testament to my greatness.
So now I get to do what I do best, what no one else does like I do; win. And not only win, I get to pad my record beating a man I've already beaten in JFK.
He thinks he's a thorn in my side. He thinks he's a contender. He thinks he has a place in the ring with me, someone needs to tell him he's not paid to think, and he doesn't do it very well. Just because a man can blindside me with a superkick, catching me completely unaware, doesn't make them a contender for my belt.
At Metamorphosis, it’s time for this little pipe dream of JFK’s to come crashing down around him. He’ll become a part of history and he’ll be a part of a legend, a myth. But it won’t be the legend of JFK. It’ll be a part of the myth that is Noah Field, when he becomes the man who was the nine in nine and zero.
I have to ask myself though, why am I wasting my breath on JFK? The real prize, the real goal is the Imperial Championship. The real goal is to beat the man who is the second best in the world (behind me, that is), Cable Arcane.
Do I respect Cable? No, not in the least. Why should I? He’s a second rate champion hogging my spot, my glory, and my championship. He’s taking up real estate that is my property and it’s on borrowed time.
There have been questions abound as far as my joining House of Howlett. It’s been the biggest news to break in the wrestling industry since, well, my debut. I’ve never answered those questions, nor has anyone else. But maybe it’s time to come clean.
Laura knows that Cable can’t beat me. Laura knows that I’m the greatest wrestler known to man and that my rightful place is on top of this company; that I’m the Crown Prince because I’m wrestling royalty. So Laura protected her investment.
It’s genius really. Take the only person who can remove the title from HoH off the board by making them a part of HoH. It was never about strengthening the group, it was about hiding the shortcomings of Cable Arcane.
Now why would I take the deal?
I was promised to be the next in line. Why should someone of my stature have to win a contenders match, when I can just be handed what I rightfully deserve? That was the deal. I’m taken off the board to protect Cable’s precious title reign, then the moment he drops the belt I’m next batter up.
Thing is, I’m done waiting. Why should I, Noah Field, wait in line behind anyone? After all, 9-0, remember (Yes, I’m claiming JFK).
Verona is right, Cable is a paper champion. Not because he never beat Verona, but because he’s not me! It’s as easy as one plus two equals three. Even the uneducated short bussed fans that bring their stench to our sold out crowd can figure that one out.
So I’m jumping myself to the front of the line. I’m welching on the deal. After I beat JFK at Metamorphosis, I’ll do what I came to IWF to do; I’ll beat Cable Arcane, as simple as that. I’ll become the greatest Imperial Champion IWF has ever seen, because well...I’m Noah Field and no one else is.
I’ll become the first double champion when I hold both the Imperial and the Invictus. I’ll cement my rightful place as the face of IWF, and all will be well with the world.
Because it’s this simple; Noah giveth and Noah taketh away.
Well howdy there pardner.