Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 1:21:52 GMT
Normally, I’d open this up bragging about my undefeated streak. I’d ramble on about the streak, how it’s unprecedented. I’d even continue to debunk my so called “loss” on my record because I was forced, against my will, to fight two matches in one night.
But you know that. You know, I’m the only undefeated man in IWF, that I’m on a historical streak, and that was I screwed over at Metamorphosis, so why continue to state the obvious?
Instead, I'm going to focus on another subject; my favorite subject – me! (as if any other topic matters.)
A little over four years ago, I began a journey. I started to seek what it was that was rightfully mine; what I was entitled to. I followed in my father's footsteps and became a professional wrestler.
It didn't take long for me to come to the limelight and become an uber star. I mean, look at me. I've got flawless skin, magnificent hair, washboard abs, a perfect smile, straight teeth, enchanting eyes, an enticing voice. I'm athletically gifted, quick witted, intelligent, a phenomenal speaker, with once in a lifetime charisma.
I'm basically every woman's wet dream, every man's idol, every sponsors fantasy.
I'm perfection packaged up and sent to walk the earth among the erroneous.
My father, “Real Deal” Tony Field, always coined the term “Even God is a Real Deal Fan”; well I was that same God's gift to this world.
Once I came into this business, it didn't take long for me to establish myself. In a federation that had some of the all time greats; Josh Cantrell, Captain Howdy, Terminus, Eric McLean, Trinity, Slade...the list continues, I did something that only two other people had done. I became a Grand Slam winner, winning every title that was offered.
But I was more than that. A belt doesn't make the champion, the champion makes the belt. Remember that, it's important.
I revolutionized the way things were done. I brought about a changing of the guard from the AARP circuit to make it my own revolution.
I became a savior.
Don't fool yourselves, that's very much what I am. What I'm likened to.
When people look back in history, certain names are bound to stand out. FDR, Alexander the Great, Martin Luther King, Charlemagne...Jesus Christ. Among those great names, among those faces, the name Noah Field belongs.
That's a testament to my greatness. That's a testament to what I'm entitled.
I was sent to save the wrestling industry.
This is who I am, this is my cross I bare, and I bare it gladly. After all, every great man is a martyr of some sort.
Now, while my greatness comes to me naturally with little to no effort, being who my father is, being a second generation wrestler, I know this industry. As a student of sorts of this business, even before I arrived, I knew of IWF.
I watched from afar as IWF suffered through an endless parade of talentless, meager champions. I cringed as people like God, Mike Laszlo, Alex Jones, and Renee Pleasant tried their hand at putting this company on their shoulders and carrying it, only to find them lacking.
Even Roberto Verona's reign was a farce as he padded his reign with faux contenders.
IWF badly needed a savior and I do have a God complex.
When I signed here, my purpose was one of being totally and utterly selfless. It wasn't to stroke my ego or to inflate my already impeccable reputation as the Best in the World (I have the belt to prove that one). It was about giving IWF what they needed....
Noah Field.
And after I arrived, catastrophe hit on an epic scale.
Cable Arcane.
As much as Roberto Verona padded his reign with hack contenders (really though, what else has there been in a Pre-Noah IWF landscape), at least he wasn't a paper champion. At least, he had some legitimacy to his reign.
I stood back and watched as Cable Arcane beat a man I had walked through with ease in Jayson Matthews to win the belt. I watched him defend against Falcon, a man not even fit enough to utter the name Field, and it disgusted me. It was like standing back and watching the oncoming apocalypse, and I knew then it was time to act and I was the only man equipped to save the sinking ship.
So I joined HoH.
I've said it once and I'll say it again. HoH was never about HoH, not really. My joining House of Howlett was about aligning myself to take my rightful place at the top of this company, even if it meant being a team player with someone who didn't deserve to play on my side.
God knows I tried. I did all I could to make Cable Arcane look good (a very hard job). I suffered through working with someone who was insufferable. Twice...count it...that's one-two...twice...I single handily made sure he walked out champion against Dre Cutler. Once at Revolution and yet again at Survival of the Fittest. Then again, I assured Cable Arcane would remain champion at Metamorphosis when I finished off Todd Williams and ALLOWED Cable to take the pin.
I've done what I was asked to do by Laura. I played it unselfish and protected a weak champion in attempt to make him matter. Between my allowing him to hold that championship, and by allowing him to associate himself with someone of my stature, it should have been a star making moment in his life. I'd allow him to play the Ringo to my John.
But that's the thing; I made an error in judgment (I know, even perfection can sometimes have it's flaws).
It's not my association that was needed, it was me; Noah Field.
Why would IWF need a second rate champion with my support when they can have, well, me!
Remember earlier, when I said a belt doesn't make the champion, the champion makes the belt?
That there sums up the difference between Cable Arcane and myself. He has desperately tried to make himself matter by being the champion. He's tried to make himself relevant simply by carrying that piece of leather and gold that he puts over his shoulder, all the while, all he's succeeded in is making that belt as irrelevant as he is.
I will do something I rarely do, though. I'll own up to my part in it. After all, it is hard for anyone to be relevant when they are cast in my shadow.
But everyone knows who the true headliner is. There's no doubting I'm the most talented person that IWF has ever had the privilege of putting on their roster. So it's only the logical conclusion that I am the man who can make that title relevant.
Cable Arcane is the belt trying, but failing to make the champion. I am the man who will make the championship.
It's a foregone conclusion, but still, I'll be a giving person because that's what I am. I'll give you fair warning so here it is...
Spoiler alert.
At Danger Zone there will be a new Imperial Champion. It's as inevitable as death and taxes, and there's not a thing that Cable Arcane can do about it. And for once, in the history of IWF, there will be a true champion, one who matters and who can carry this federation on their back.
But all is not a loss for Cable Arcane. Though I will take his championship, I will give him something in return.
Grace.
I'll bestow upon him the great honor of going down in history as the man who crowned IWF's greatest champion. It'll be a career making moment for Cable and his one claim to fame.
I'll do it because I'm not a selfish person.
I'll do it because Noah giveth and taketh away.
But you know that. You know, I’m the only undefeated man in IWF, that I’m on a historical streak, and that was I screwed over at Metamorphosis, so why continue to state the obvious?
Instead, I'm going to focus on another subject; my favorite subject – me! (as if any other topic matters.)
A little over four years ago, I began a journey. I started to seek what it was that was rightfully mine; what I was entitled to. I followed in my father's footsteps and became a professional wrestler.
It didn't take long for me to come to the limelight and become an uber star. I mean, look at me. I've got flawless skin, magnificent hair, washboard abs, a perfect smile, straight teeth, enchanting eyes, an enticing voice. I'm athletically gifted, quick witted, intelligent, a phenomenal speaker, with once in a lifetime charisma.
I'm basically every woman's wet dream, every man's idol, every sponsors fantasy.
I'm perfection packaged up and sent to walk the earth among the erroneous.
My father, “Real Deal” Tony Field, always coined the term “Even God is a Real Deal Fan”; well I was that same God's gift to this world.
Once I came into this business, it didn't take long for me to establish myself. In a federation that had some of the all time greats; Josh Cantrell, Captain Howdy, Terminus, Eric McLean, Trinity, Slade...the list continues, I did something that only two other people had done. I became a Grand Slam winner, winning every title that was offered.
But I was more than that. A belt doesn't make the champion, the champion makes the belt. Remember that, it's important.
I revolutionized the way things were done. I brought about a changing of the guard from the AARP circuit to make it my own revolution.
I became a savior.
Don't fool yourselves, that's very much what I am. What I'm likened to.
When people look back in history, certain names are bound to stand out. FDR, Alexander the Great, Martin Luther King, Charlemagne...Jesus Christ. Among those great names, among those faces, the name Noah Field belongs.
That's a testament to my greatness. That's a testament to what I'm entitled.
I was sent to save the wrestling industry.
This is who I am, this is my cross I bare, and I bare it gladly. After all, every great man is a martyr of some sort.
Now, while my greatness comes to me naturally with little to no effort, being who my father is, being a second generation wrestler, I know this industry. As a student of sorts of this business, even before I arrived, I knew of IWF.
I watched from afar as IWF suffered through an endless parade of talentless, meager champions. I cringed as people like God, Mike Laszlo, Alex Jones, and Renee Pleasant tried their hand at putting this company on their shoulders and carrying it, only to find them lacking.
Even Roberto Verona's reign was a farce as he padded his reign with faux contenders.
IWF badly needed a savior and I do have a God complex.
When I signed here, my purpose was one of being totally and utterly selfless. It wasn't to stroke my ego or to inflate my already impeccable reputation as the Best in the World (I have the belt to prove that one). It was about giving IWF what they needed....
Noah Field.
And after I arrived, catastrophe hit on an epic scale.
Cable Arcane.
As much as Roberto Verona padded his reign with hack contenders (really though, what else has there been in a Pre-Noah IWF landscape), at least he wasn't a paper champion. At least, he had some legitimacy to his reign.
I stood back and watched as Cable Arcane beat a man I had walked through with ease in Jayson Matthews to win the belt. I watched him defend against Falcon, a man not even fit enough to utter the name Field, and it disgusted me. It was like standing back and watching the oncoming apocalypse, and I knew then it was time to act and I was the only man equipped to save the sinking ship.
So I joined HoH.
I've said it once and I'll say it again. HoH was never about HoH, not really. My joining House of Howlett was about aligning myself to take my rightful place at the top of this company, even if it meant being a team player with someone who didn't deserve to play on my side.
God knows I tried. I did all I could to make Cable Arcane look good (a very hard job). I suffered through working with someone who was insufferable. Twice...count it...that's one-two...twice...I single handily made sure he walked out champion against Dre Cutler. Once at Revolution and yet again at Survival of the Fittest. Then again, I assured Cable Arcane would remain champion at Metamorphosis when I finished off Todd Williams and ALLOWED Cable to take the pin.
I've done what I was asked to do by Laura. I played it unselfish and protected a weak champion in attempt to make him matter. Between my allowing him to hold that championship, and by allowing him to associate himself with someone of my stature, it should have been a star making moment in his life. I'd allow him to play the Ringo to my John.
But that's the thing; I made an error in judgment (I know, even perfection can sometimes have it's flaws).
It's not my association that was needed, it was me; Noah Field.
Why would IWF need a second rate champion with my support when they can have, well, me!
Remember earlier, when I said a belt doesn't make the champion, the champion makes the belt?
That there sums up the difference between Cable Arcane and myself. He has desperately tried to make himself matter by being the champion. He's tried to make himself relevant simply by carrying that piece of leather and gold that he puts over his shoulder, all the while, all he's succeeded in is making that belt as irrelevant as he is.
I will do something I rarely do, though. I'll own up to my part in it. After all, it is hard for anyone to be relevant when they are cast in my shadow.
But everyone knows who the true headliner is. There's no doubting I'm the most talented person that IWF has ever had the privilege of putting on their roster. So it's only the logical conclusion that I am the man who can make that title relevant.
Cable Arcane is the belt trying, but failing to make the champion. I am the man who will make the championship.
It's a foregone conclusion, but still, I'll be a giving person because that's what I am. I'll give you fair warning so here it is...
Spoiler alert.
At Danger Zone there will be a new Imperial Champion. It's as inevitable as death and taxes, and there's not a thing that Cable Arcane can do about it. And for once, in the history of IWF, there will be a true champion, one who matters and who can carry this federation on their back.
But all is not a loss for Cable Arcane. Though I will take his championship, I will give him something in return.
Grace.
I'll bestow upon him the great honor of going down in history as the man who crowned IWF's greatest champion. It'll be a career making moment for Cable and his one claim to fame.
I'll do it because I'm not a selfish person.
I'll do it because Noah giveth and taketh away.
Well howdy there pardner.