Post by Simply Beautiful on Mar 10, 2007 16:42:36 GMT -5
Fade in. A hotel room in Regina. Simply Beautiful, the Number One Contender.
All business. The time is here for the biggest match in his stay in Canada. The time is here for SB to challenge for the coveted NAPW Championship. His opponent? Ravager. The Champion. The White Collar Assassin.
SB: I'll tell you something. Chances like this - they don't come along so often, do they? Heh. Guess I was spoiled. Yeah, you could say that. A twenty year old kid in a brand new, national promotion. Here's the ball scout - run with it. Two World title reigns later and I'm on top of the world. America's wrestling sweetheart. And then it all came down - eh, you know the whole song and dance. And I'm not gonna go back down that road. Fact is, I know what I have in front of my now. A chance to be a star yet again. More importantly, the pride of being a wrestling champion. The honor of holding my head up high and proudly saying that I'm the New Alberta Pro Champion.
I want that, Ravager. And you hit the nail right on the head. I've been quiet for a reason. I ran my mouth off a bit too much last time - and that resulted in a Hansen-esque lariat taking my damn head off and costing me a huge win. But as I lie there on my back, what little consciousness I had left kicked in - 'You lost because you weren't ready for EVERYthing. You lost tonight because you never thought Ravager would whip out something like a lariat with that much force. Do not let it happen again.' Well, I won't. I'm not going to allow myself to lose another big match. They're gonna start calling me overrated pretty soon. I was embarrassed at last month's Cold Snap. I let Chris Casino take my honor and I STILL haven't gotten any revenge. I've stumbled across a golden opportunity, one that'll give me my chance to shed the label that I've earned in some circles.
My mind is clear now. The Brian Bruno saga is over. My business with Rees is finished, and David Banks is AWOL. Ravager is the only thing on my mind - aside from his title. You're my friend Ravager. You've helped me in the past, and I've always done what I could to help you. And you know I've got your back in the future. But you also know that on Tuesday night, you ain't my friend. I ain't yours, either. You're the enemy. You're the man holding the title I want. And that's all you are. After the match I'll pick you up and shake your hand, sure. But I'll break your damn neck if I have to. Because I know that you've got plans to put me through more pain than I've ever experienced in my life. I say bring all your best - let's give 'em a show.
SB cracks his neck, and goes on. His bright blue eyes are full of passion...
SB: Kurt Castle didn't want this shot. Brian Bruno has a bit too much on his mind to really focus on any title, let alone the Big Gold Belt. Kevin Kodiak fought me to his last for it, but came up just a bit short. Kurt - I always thought you were a piece of shit, but I thought you had a bit more respect for this business than to turn down a shot at the NAPW title. I thought you'd be the hardest man to keep down in that match - and you didn't even bother to come down to the ring. You call yourself a wrestler? I call you a slacker. Ask a guy like Dez Carter what he'd do for a title match. There'a a real man. But no one handed him a opportunity. Jeff James? The Kurtis boys? They'd fight through a sandstorm to be the champion. But you just walk away? Pathetic. Kodiak laid his ass out on the line for that match. What's it say to him, after making all that effort, that somebody like you doesn't even give a shit? That's the problem with this Untouchable shit. I've stayed out of it for too long now. I was wrapped up in this mess with Bickle, Rees, and Banks. I turned the other way too many times. I bit my tongue, and I'm not proud if it. As of now, I declare WAR on the Casino army. You wanna take NAPW out of Edmonton? Edmonton is my home. NAPW is my home. And it ain't goin' anywhere, fellas. Krenshov, Castle, O'Brien, Casino. You four better mark my words - this isn't gonna end till one side can't fight anymore.
But that can wait for Wednesday. I ain't gonna let punks like them throw me off my game. And I wouldn't do the fans, or Ravager, the injustice of anything less than 100 percent. But when it's over - when I am the champion - Me, Ravager, the Doomies, Bruno, Next Gen, the Kurtis Brothers, shit, even Rees - you think you'll stop us all? You think we'll back down from the likes of you and let you take NAPW away?
NAPW is never gonna die. That's just a fact. But the battle lines have been drawn, officially or not. Though the name will live on, one of these two sides won't. And I'm not going to ever be the North American Pro Wrestling Champion. I'll be too damn busy being the New Alberta Pro Wrestling Champion.
And that's not just the coolest, that's not just the best, that's Simply Beautiful.
fade out. Just a few words from the icon - he HAS to be more focused now then ever before.
All business. The time is here for the biggest match in his stay in Canada. The time is here for SB to challenge for the coveted NAPW Championship. His opponent? Ravager. The Champion. The White Collar Assassin.
SB: I'll tell you something. Chances like this - they don't come along so often, do they? Heh. Guess I was spoiled. Yeah, you could say that. A twenty year old kid in a brand new, national promotion. Here's the ball scout - run with it. Two World title reigns later and I'm on top of the world. America's wrestling sweetheart. And then it all came down - eh, you know the whole song and dance. And I'm not gonna go back down that road. Fact is, I know what I have in front of my now. A chance to be a star yet again. More importantly, the pride of being a wrestling champion. The honor of holding my head up high and proudly saying that I'm the New Alberta Pro Champion.
I want that, Ravager. And you hit the nail right on the head. I've been quiet for a reason. I ran my mouth off a bit too much last time - and that resulted in a Hansen-esque lariat taking my damn head off and costing me a huge win. But as I lie there on my back, what little consciousness I had left kicked in - 'You lost because you weren't ready for EVERYthing. You lost tonight because you never thought Ravager would whip out something like a lariat with that much force. Do not let it happen again.' Well, I won't. I'm not going to allow myself to lose another big match. They're gonna start calling me overrated pretty soon. I was embarrassed at last month's Cold Snap. I let Chris Casino take my honor and I STILL haven't gotten any revenge. I've stumbled across a golden opportunity, one that'll give me my chance to shed the label that I've earned in some circles.
My mind is clear now. The Brian Bruno saga is over. My business with Rees is finished, and David Banks is AWOL. Ravager is the only thing on my mind - aside from his title. You're my friend Ravager. You've helped me in the past, and I've always done what I could to help you. And you know I've got your back in the future. But you also know that on Tuesday night, you ain't my friend. I ain't yours, either. You're the enemy. You're the man holding the title I want. And that's all you are. After the match I'll pick you up and shake your hand, sure. But I'll break your damn neck if I have to. Because I know that you've got plans to put me through more pain than I've ever experienced in my life. I say bring all your best - let's give 'em a show.
SB cracks his neck, and goes on. His bright blue eyes are full of passion...
SB: Kurt Castle didn't want this shot. Brian Bruno has a bit too much on his mind to really focus on any title, let alone the Big Gold Belt. Kevin Kodiak fought me to his last for it, but came up just a bit short. Kurt - I always thought you were a piece of shit, but I thought you had a bit more respect for this business than to turn down a shot at the NAPW title. I thought you'd be the hardest man to keep down in that match - and you didn't even bother to come down to the ring. You call yourself a wrestler? I call you a slacker. Ask a guy like Dez Carter what he'd do for a title match. There'a a real man. But no one handed him a opportunity. Jeff James? The Kurtis boys? They'd fight through a sandstorm to be the champion. But you just walk away? Pathetic. Kodiak laid his ass out on the line for that match. What's it say to him, after making all that effort, that somebody like you doesn't even give a shit? That's the problem with this Untouchable shit. I've stayed out of it for too long now. I was wrapped up in this mess with Bickle, Rees, and Banks. I turned the other way too many times. I bit my tongue, and I'm not proud if it. As of now, I declare WAR on the Casino army. You wanna take NAPW out of Edmonton? Edmonton is my home. NAPW is my home. And it ain't goin' anywhere, fellas. Krenshov, Castle, O'Brien, Casino. You four better mark my words - this isn't gonna end till one side can't fight anymore.
But that can wait for Wednesday. I ain't gonna let punks like them throw me off my game. And I wouldn't do the fans, or Ravager, the injustice of anything less than 100 percent. But when it's over - when I am the champion - Me, Ravager, the Doomies, Bruno, Next Gen, the Kurtis Brothers, shit, even Rees - you think you'll stop us all? You think we'll back down from the likes of you and let you take NAPW away?
NAPW is never gonna die. That's just a fact. But the battle lines have been drawn, officially or not. Though the name will live on, one of these two sides won't. And I'm not going to ever be the North American Pro Wrestling Champion. I'll be too damn busy being the New Alberta Pro Wrestling Champion.
And that's not just the coolest, that's not just the best, that's Simply Beautiful.
fade out. Just a few words from the icon - he HAS to be more focused now then ever before.