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When Push comes to Shove part 1; vs Spencer/London Brawl
Topic Started: May 29 2012, 03:21 PM (92 Views)
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Strange tides were starting to wash over the shores of NEWera Wrestling. It seemed as if I'd gone from dark match nobody to dark horse contender overnight, and of course if you ask me I couldn't say I was surprised. I knew that the NEWbie tournament was going to be my breaking point. The place where I could showcase exactly what it was that I do best, win. Sure, not everything went according to plan, especially when you look at the end of the show. When it came to Spencer though, I had plans for him and was actually GLAD he decided to come out and spoil my big moment. Sure, there wasn't a lot of people who would be glad about being choked out to end one of the biggest nights of their young career with a company, but I have an abstract way of looking at things.

In this business there are always highs and lows, and after winning the tournament I was middle of the road. Sure, I wasn't going to be in many main event's yet, but I had successfully pleaded my case for being the future of NEWera. Having Spencer come out, someone who is literally on the push of a lifetime, come out and involve himself in my affairs means only one thing. Another opportunity. What did he have to gain from attacking me if it was meaningless? So he beat up a rookie after 3 matches, what points did he score with the fans or the people upstairs by doing that? None, but from what I've seen of my assailant, he's a smart guy. I've played the roll of the guy who's a little off in the head more times than one, and what people don't understand is the crazy probably think clearer than the sane 9 times out of 10.

What Spencer saw as I was winning the tournament was a threat. The last thing anyone who's on fire wants to see is someone coming to steal their thunder, but all he managed to do was throw more fuel on to my inferno. I know some people liken themselves to a pipe bomb. While effective in blowing up mail boxes and causing random chaos, I see my self as something bigger and more explosive. You don't hear of many people lighting the fuse of a powder keg and then sticking around to see the results, but in essence that is what Spencer has just done. He'll have no one to blame but himself when he's scorched by the big boom that signifies my rise to the top, but we'll talk more about him later.

Right now, I wanted to stay on the whole fire trend from before. In front of me was a huge pile of money, $50,000 dollars in assorted bills to be exact. I'm sure some people know where I was going with this as the camera zoomed in on the dead presidents, but I am a mark for symbolism. As the camera turns off the money and on to me it's showtime, and the only thing worth more than the cash that just left frame is the million dollar smile etched across my face.


XXX: I'm not one to say I told you so....oh who the fuck am I kidding? I'm exactly the one to say I told you so. From the minute I walked into NEWera, I've been a pretty big deal...you just all refused to acknowledge the truth. Now I may have only beat a field of newbies as you like to put it, but you can take nothing away from a man who one 3 matches in one night against the supposedly promising and bright future of this great fed. Before I move on, I just wanted to take a moment to address my opponents.

To the Messiah Xandor Cross, you're no Tim Tebow. GoD was apparently not in your corner on Friday night, so it might be time to go back to the drawing board and pick a new deity. I heard Buddha is looking for a few GooD men, maybe you might find a little more luck by rubbing the belly...just saying. Dawn Ashby, it's a GooD thing you're hot and rich because if you weren't you'd be fucked....that's all I've really got to say about that. Then, there's Mr. Ace Marshall. Now aside from Jason Scene, you're one of the few people in that tournament who I have some respect for. I may have won our first match against each other, but I'm sure the story isn't over for XXX vs Ace.


I paused for a moment looking down at the pile of money before pulling out my sell phone. I hit a button that connected to a number on speed dial before giving my orders to the person on the other side of the line. The number I had called was that of the Make a Wish foundation.

XXX: Hello this is Xavier Xannon Xanders. Yes I'm sure my assistant spoke to you earlier this week. That's right, I'd like to make a 50 thousand dollar donation. I know, it is quite generous of me. A no...I'd rather not give any of my precious time, it's worth more than the money. Sorry, but don't go looking a gift horse in the mouth. Yeah, whatever, don't make me change my mind.

I ended the call my little public display of generosity over, knowing that I needed to give the people watching this promo a simple explanation. Of course that is what I planned on doing all along, because again that was just more symbolism that I needed to get my point across.

XXX: I'm sure you're wondering why I just donated 50 thousand dollars to a charitable organization. I'm sure my reputation and attitude doesn't put me over as someone who gives a damn, but my reasoning is actually pretty crystal clear. If you had been paying attention to the dirt sheets around the N.E.Dub, you'd know that there was a man named Ric Turner who was apparently a little butt hurt about being left out of the NEWbie tournament. He beat some no name ass hat in a dark match, and felt that it made him entitled to be in the tourney. Well Ric, your challenge did not fall on deaf ears. As the winner of the NEWbie tourney I feel it's my job to make sure I address you in the only manner I see fitting.

It's not insulting enough that you put 50 large on the line as incentive. Do you really think someone like me gives a shit about your money? I have shoes in my closet that cost more than what you're offering, no, bribing to get into a match with me. It's not my fault that the management around here made the right call and kept one of the inbred relatives of Ted Turner out of the spot light, because we ALL know what happens to the wrestling business when Billionaire Ted or one of his relatives touches it. So the bottom line is you can keep your chump change, because this is what I think about the cash I could scrape out of the cushions of my couch.


With a flick of the zippo from my pocket I set the money in the pile in front of me on fire. Keeping with the theme of my promo I continue as the money burns a brilliant red and orange beside me, casting a glow that sets the tone perfectly.

XXX: Now I'd love to give you your match free of charge, because I like nothing better than handing out ass whipping to the most deserving, but if you haven't noticed I'm kind of a big deal around here right now. The ICON has a lot on his plate, because if it's not Spencer Riggs, it's the London Brawl. I guess what I'm trying to say is wait in line patiently like a GooD little puppy and your time will come, but right now I've got badder fish to fry. That's where it comes to first the London Brawl. Nearly every capable wrestler on the entire roster is going to be a part of this huge match with a World Title shot on the line. I'm the underdog when it comes to winning this thing, but just like the tournament I just walked away with I just love exceeding expectations.

I don't mind flying under the radar. While everyone is trying to eliminate those who they view as the major players, it's going to let me sneak right in the back door. As small as a brown recluse spider may be, it's bite is still deadly to most mortal men. I guess that's a word of caution for all of the entrants. You over look me, you pass me over, and it could be you who winds up on the outside looking in as I move on to face whoever wins between RAW and Doc Holiday. And when I say face, I mean BEAT. There's no shame in losing to this NEWbie, because one thing you all need to come to the stark realization of is that I may have just walked in the door a month ago, but I'm already a better wrestler, a better performer, and an all around greater force than the majority of the so called talent.

I don't call myself betterthanu because it's a catchy slogan. I don't refer to myself as the ICON because it's a marketing ploy. I do it because each and every night, match in and match out, no matter who the competition is I PROVE it each time I step through those ropes and every minute that leads up to then. So this opportunity is right up my alley. No having to wait in line. No having to pay my dues. Just my chance to rocket to the top and right the wrongs that have been set by people like Randy. That's right champ, in your mind you feel like you're a big deal. You walk around with your undeserved "swag" and your air of self importance never realizing that they're all laughing at you.

You ever wonder why management booked a match like this? A battle where ANYONE could get a shot at the champ? If for some god forsaken reason Doc doesn't get the job done, this is the brasses' fail safe to ensure that you get knocked off your pedestal. They might not say it to your face, but I've never been one to pull punches so I'll say it for them. They're just as embarrassed as all of us to have you representing NEWera as the face of this company. There's a front page news flash that needs announcing, something that people would actually pay attention to rather than just be annoyed by like your own pathetic self promoting. You're my motivation Randy, and as much as I'd love to see Holiday drop you on your head, I hope fate stays with you for one more match, just so I can be the one to remove the jester from the thrown and reign as the new KING of New Era Wrestling.


The fire beside me is starting to die down as the money has all but burned away. I had so much more to address seeing as I hadn't even really talked about Spencer. As the wheels turned in my mind though I realized it would probably be best if I made a special dedication just to him. I want to make sure the message I had for the man who pissed in my cheerios didn't get lost amongst all the other rhetoric I had to spew about this weeks activities.

XXX: With all that being said, there is of course still the matter of Spencer Riggs. As much as I'd love to rip into you right now and give you the wake up call you so desperately need, I think I'm going to leave you on the hook. You see it's not because I believe the hype. I know you're at the top of the world here right now, but that doesn't intimidate me in the slightest. You got one over on me because you had to attack me from behind after I had already wrestled 3 matches. Brav-fucking-o. I hope it felt GooD to stick that feather in your cap, because when we meet face to face without any distraction or fatigue having been my only excuses, things will be quite a bit different.

But like I said Spenc, for you to hear how I really feel about the situation...for you to soak in what I plan to do to you to get my revenge for your transgressions....You're just going to have to STAY TUNED. Your time will come, but I feel like I've said more than enough for my money's worth tonight. Oh, and I do have a 50 thousand dollar bet to make on red at the local casino, just to continue to show Mr. Turner that his "chump change" is just that to most everyone else as well. So NEWera, it's been your pleasure. GooD night and GooD luck....because now that I've finally arrived and am getting the attention I deserve, you're going to need it.


The camera man cuts back down to the burning embers of what's left of the money before allowing things to fade to black. I felt content with the opening shots fired this week, but I knew I damn well had plenty more to do and say. I was just getting warmed up and most of my opponents hadn't even made it to the starting gate. Such is life for the man who is simply betterthanu, and it was an aspect of said life that the NEWera locker room was going to have to get used to really, really quickly....

FIN



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