Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2018 12:34:49 GMT -5
We open to the backstage area of the PalaLottomatica. The NGW Phoenix in the background, with the words “Wrestling di nuova generazione” underneath. The wings of the NGW Phoenix are the colors of the Italian flag. Billy Danielson walks out in front of this backdrop, with a that infamous smirk on his face. He is wearing a parodied version of the Destroyers new shirt. The shirt says “Destroyed” and “Always Fail”, and the Octopus is slumped over and dead.
”You know, Kayla, you don’t seem to be focused on our match at all. Between your rant about Trashman Blake, and your gift from Johnny Maverick, it really seems like I have taken the backseat to all of your other issues. For someone who thinks so highly of herself, it’s funny that you can’t even decipher the real threats that are right under your nose.
You bring up the downfall of the Midnight Horsemen, but we still held more titles as a unit, than The Destroyers did. Sure, Scotty and I got mutinied, but the fact that the rest of the Horsemen fizzled out shortly after proves Scotty and I right, that they needed us, but we never needed them. What Scotty and I created was more than just a team, it was a way of life, and it went far beyond just one company. Unlike the Destroyers, which can barely get out of NGW, The Midnight Horsemen was a 5-6 company movement, that ended with 16 titles reigns, half of which were record setting or history making.
There is no comparison between The Midnight Horsemen and The Destroyers, because at least our members never had to work part time in another stable *cough* Jack Tillman *cough cough* Dogs of War *cough cough*, because we always just expanded with our members. Wherever they went, the name and more members followed. My name is thrown around in companies I don’t even know about, Kayla, and yet you supposedly are the biggest name of NGW?
Please girly, you aren’t even the biggest name in The Destroyers…”
He laughs at the comment he made, as he continues on.
”Honestly, Kayla, I’ve proven time and time again, that it’s only a matter of time until I run this place. I’m so over right now, that I don’t even need your title, because as long as a gold strap is around my waist, I am the top champion. The best part about all of this, is that you know I’m telling the truth.
You act all high and mighty, but even your boyfriend is afraid to get in the ring with me. He needed weapons to get one over on me, and he needed Tillman to do most of the work for it too. If your boyfriend fears me, what are you going to do, Kayla? Walk out of our match? Hit me with Kendo Sticks like your fiance? You can’t beat me, Coda was the best thing you had in The Destroyers, and she couldn’t even get my shoulders to the mat.
Everything I do, is next level. My in-ring style, my talking skills, my merchandising. All of it, it beyond your comprehension, because you are just a name, whereas I am a brand. You can act big, but outside of NGW, you’re just Matt Shields’ girlfriend, or Jack Tillman’s friend. Outside of this company, you’re just small potatoes, and in Italy, that realization is going to hit you hard.”
He grabs a bottle of water and drinks from it. He takes off his Destroyers Parody shirt, and reveals a new Billy Danielson shirt. A variant of his old DARC Pro “Face Breaker” shirt. He brushes out some wrinkles with his hands, as he just smirks.
”I missed this shirt! I'm so glad it still fits! Haha
Anyways, back to you Kayla, what on Earth makes you think you can actually beat me, 1 on 1? And don’t tell me because you hold the title, because if Matt Shields and Coral Rose can both be former Heavyweight Champions, anyone can be. What can you do that translates the same way my skill does? What about you is on the same level as me, other than that paperweight you hold around your waist? I can tell you what I’ve done. I’ve expressed my accolades time and time again, but that list keeps growing.
See, Kayla, unlike your Destroyers Shirt, my shirt actually means something. This is something I do constantly, break faces with my knee, and I get paid handsomely for it. It makes the crowd grow wild, especially when I slam my knee against the face of someone the crowd DOESN’T like, much like yourself, or anyone else in your group. The NGW fan base is literally counting down the days until Johnny Maverick takes that title from you, or anyone else really.
Which means at Dissension I will drive my knee into your face, and to quote the NGW website, “throw things into major chaos”. Then, as you stare up at the lights, things fading to black as you hear a “1… 2… 3…”, and Matt Shields with his Kendo Stick just is too late to make it to you in time, you will hear a noise. That noise won’t be the trumpet of the angels, or the space-time continuum ripping apart. That noise will be the sound of 11 thousand people on their hands in feet in the PalaLottomatica, cheering thier buts off for the Greatest of All Time.”
He motions his hands, as if painting the scene with them. He basks in that fantasy for a second, before going on.
”And I know that sound, the sound of fans cheering, is kind of something foreign to you Kayla, because your entire life, you have alienated yourself, and made an ass of yourself, just because you wanted to be different. However, come time for our match, you’re going to to hear that sound a lot. You are going to step into the ring with a Mega-Star, and you are going to find out what all of the fans of NGW already know.
That whenever I step into a ring,
Things…
Are about to get…
GREAT!"
He smirks, as he stands there. Awaiting Kayla Richards, but also awaiting the screen to go to black. Which it does, and the scene closes on Him and the Italian NGW symbol.
”You know, Kayla, you don’t seem to be focused on our match at all. Between your rant about Trashman Blake, and your gift from Johnny Maverick, it really seems like I have taken the backseat to all of your other issues. For someone who thinks so highly of herself, it’s funny that you can’t even decipher the real threats that are right under your nose.
You bring up the downfall of the Midnight Horsemen, but we still held more titles as a unit, than The Destroyers did. Sure, Scotty and I got mutinied, but the fact that the rest of the Horsemen fizzled out shortly after proves Scotty and I right, that they needed us, but we never needed them. What Scotty and I created was more than just a team, it was a way of life, and it went far beyond just one company. Unlike the Destroyers, which can barely get out of NGW, The Midnight Horsemen was a 5-6 company movement, that ended with 16 titles reigns, half of which were record setting or history making.
There is no comparison between The Midnight Horsemen and The Destroyers, because at least our members never had to work part time in another stable *cough* Jack Tillman *cough cough* Dogs of War *cough cough*, because we always just expanded with our members. Wherever they went, the name and more members followed. My name is thrown around in companies I don’t even know about, Kayla, and yet you supposedly are the biggest name of NGW?
Please girly, you aren’t even the biggest name in The Destroyers…”
He laughs at the comment he made, as he continues on.
”Honestly, Kayla, I’ve proven time and time again, that it’s only a matter of time until I run this place. I’m so over right now, that I don’t even need your title, because as long as a gold strap is around my waist, I am the top champion. The best part about all of this, is that you know I’m telling the truth.
You act all high and mighty, but even your boyfriend is afraid to get in the ring with me. He needed weapons to get one over on me, and he needed Tillman to do most of the work for it too. If your boyfriend fears me, what are you going to do, Kayla? Walk out of our match? Hit me with Kendo Sticks like your fiance? You can’t beat me, Coda was the best thing you had in The Destroyers, and she couldn’t even get my shoulders to the mat.
Everything I do, is next level. My in-ring style, my talking skills, my merchandising. All of it, it beyond your comprehension, because you are just a name, whereas I am a brand. You can act big, but outside of NGW, you’re just Matt Shields’ girlfriend, or Jack Tillman’s friend. Outside of this company, you’re just small potatoes, and in Italy, that realization is going to hit you hard.”
He grabs a bottle of water and drinks from it. He takes off his Destroyers Parody shirt, and reveals a new Billy Danielson shirt. A variant of his old DARC Pro “Face Breaker” shirt. He brushes out some wrinkles with his hands, as he just smirks.
”I missed this shirt! I'm so glad it still fits! Haha
Anyways, back to you Kayla, what on Earth makes you think you can actually beat me, 1 on 1? And don’t tell me because you hold the title, because if Matt Shields and Coral Rose can both be former Heavyweight Champions, anyone can be. What can you do that translates the same way my skill does? What about you is on the same level as me, other than that paperweight you hold around your waist? I can tell you what I’ve done. I’ve expressed my accolades time and time again, but that list keeps growing.
See, Kayla, unlike your Destroyers Shirt, my shirt actually means something. This is something I do constantly, break faces with my knee, and I get paid handsomely for it. It makes the crowd grow wild, especially when I slam my knee against the face of someone the crowd DOESN’T like, much like yourself, or anyone else in your group. The NGW fan base is literally counting down the days until Johnny Maverick takes that title from you, or anyone else really.
Which means at Dissension I will drive my knee into your face, and to quote the NGW website, “throw things into major chaos”. Then, as you stare up at the lights, things fading to black as you hear a “1… 2… 3…”, and Matt Shields with his Kendo Stick just is too late to make it to you in time, you will hear a noise. That noise won’t be the trumpet of the angels, or the space-time continuum ripping apart. That noise will be the sound of 11 thousand people on their hands in feet in the PalaLottomatica, cheering thier buts off for the Greatest of All Time.”
He motions his hands, as if painting the scene with them. He basks in that fantasy for a second, before going on.
”And I know that sound, the sound of fans cheering, is kind of something foreign to you Kayla, because your entire life, you have alienated yourself, and made an ass of yourself, just because you wanted to be different. However, come time for our match, you’re going to to hear that sound a lot. You are going to step into the ring with a Mega-Star, and you are going to find out what all of the fans of NGW already know.
That whenever I step into a ring,
Things…
Are about to get…
GREAT!"
He smirks, as he stands there. Awaiting Kayla Richards, but also awaiting the screen to go to black. Which it does, and the scene closes on Him and the Italian NGW symbol.