Post by Brandon Hendrix on Jul 5, 2021 18:58:14 GMT -5
~We're live on YouTube for an Revolution1 House Show live in the Windy City and the show is being wrapped up, but apparently.. not even is done.~
"Woah woah woah cut that shit!"
~Everyone is confused until they see Angelo coming through the curtain. Suddenly, he's pulled back behind the curtain by Mister Berlusconi and Tony Brambilla.~
"Angelo, what are you doing? You're upset about something else, calm down and let's go back."
"I need to do this. I have to."
~Angelo brushed his Mister Berlusconi hand off his shoulder and goes through the curtain again. He walks down the ramp and pulls the ring apron up, reaching under and pulling up a steel chair. He slides the chair under the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He picks up the steel chair, unfolding it and sets it in the middle of the ring. He walks over to a corner in the ring and grabs a microphone before sitting down on the steel chair. He looks around at the very small crowd, to which that's what a house show would produce. He takes a deep breath before lifting the microphone up and begins speaking.~
"I've never been one to really keep my mouth shut on a lot of things. I speak on what I see and don't care about consequences because trust me, I know I can go to another company, tell my stories and get the critical acclaim I'm very much used to receiving. I could go back to my shit stain old company and recreate the magic I made already, put over some new stars and become the greatest talker all over again. I could go join my student Brandon Hendrix and go share my magic with Level Up Wrestling, Omega Wrestling Alliance, Project Honor, and Intense International Wrestling and get my recognition for my work there. I can go to any place that's hiring and become the G.O.A.T all over again.
But I chose Revolution1 because I saw a roster of young talent that could use that twenty plus year experience that I bring. That I can bring the edge that made me the talker I am today, because here if you have an issue, oh people here will help you out greatly, something I can do too because I'm not an asshole veteran like what I had to deal with growing in this business. When I came up in companies, I had ZERO help from anyone. After getting trained to wrestle, because I'm rarely ego driven but I am speaking facts when I say I'm one of the greatest in ring generals of this or any generation. I don't do moves to impress, my moveset is one that wins. After being trained by Mister Berlusconi, I had the moves down, but not the work on microphones like these ever before. I was horrendous when it came to speaking. And not a single person came to teach me anything. Over the years I had to grow and grow and grow until I became what I am today. Despite all of that, it means absolutely nothing to the people here in Revolution1.
And why should they? Because I am destined to complete my legacy and here is one place that will be another cake walk. But unfortunately, any powers to be don't see it that way. I mean seriously, a guy like me would fall for placing someone in my submission hold only to lose by a stupid mistake? No, I wouldn't. Jason Ryan is a decent talker and all that, but the disrespect I got backstage saying that his segment was better said than mine is a slap in the face of me, and a slap in the face of my children, who when I come home to after suffering the absolute stupidest losses here, I have to say "hey, always next time, right?!". And people wonder why I am the way that I am. Why everytime I lose with no real reason, no real direction for the winner at fucking all, I lose my temper. Because I know damn well that when Angelo Caito is on his A game, nobody in this fucking world is better than me. No one can touch me on this microphone or in this ring.
And this leads to Maggie Lockheart. Magdalena has been here as long as I have and she's already a Champion. Sure, it's the Horrorcore title, whatever the hell that is, but it's still proven to me how this shit goes. How being absolutely different goes. Now watch, I'm definitely going to hurt some feelings and whatever on, but I honestly don't care anymore. And I don't care when I say this: my student should've beaten you when you two faced in Level Up Wrestling. He should have, but the corruption that is anything management said "no the World Champion needs to look strong". But, within that loss, he stepped up and became the man who's placing Level Up Wrestling on his back while you fucked up and only kept your title not by winning, but surviving! You fell down so hard that each day I await to see that you've quit. But yet, here you are, barely pushing life into your system and just strolling around and still thinking you're the best. You're not. You're not the best in this world, that world, any world you're in. In this twisted game of chess we're in, you're trying to knock down everything in the way to get to the king." ~Angelo points at himself.~ "I've already passed your army and I'm hitting you right in the fucking heart.
Ya see this a game: A game called Who I Smoked. Let's play.
Who I Smoked?"
~He shows a picture of Maggie Lockhart.~
"Who I Smoked?"
~He then shows a picture of Jason Ryan~
"Who I Smoked?"
~He lastly shows a picture of Mark Kelly.~
"And now I wonder… what really will happen when I do win. You see I'm probably going to anger a lot of people with it. Hell, I'm sure I'm already pissing off people backstage. I don't care really. They can try and try to silence the Voice Of The Underground but they won't succeed in silencing me. I won't stop till my voice is heard by everyone! And it starts with silencing Magdalena and putting one of the backs favorites to sleep. Feel the burn, and go fuck yourselves."
~Angelo drops the microphone and stands up from the chair before eating the ring and walking past Mister Berlusconi and Tony Brambilla who are left speechless.~
"Woah woah woah cut that shit!"
~Everyone is confused until they see Angelo coming through the curtain. Suddenly, he's pulled back behind the curtain by Mister Berlusconi and Tony Brambilla.~
"Angelo, what are you doing? You're upset about something else, calm down and let's go back."
"I need to do this. I have to."
~Angelo brushed his Mister Berlusconi hand off his shoulder and goes through the curtain again. He walks down the ramp and pulls the ring apron up, reaching under and pulling up a steel chair. He slides the chair under the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He picks up the steel chair, unfolding it and sets it in the middle of the ring. He walks over to a corner in the ring and grabs a microphone before sitting down on the steel chair. He looks around at the very small crowd, to which that's what a house show would produce. He takes a deep breath before lifting the microphone up and begins speaking.~
"I've never been one to really keep my mouth shut on a lot of things. I speak on what I see and don't care about consequences because trust me, I know I can go to another company, tell my stories and get the critical acclaim I'm very much used to receiving. I could go back to my shit stain old company and recreate the magic I made already, put over some new stars and become the greatest talker all over again. I could go join my student Brandon Hendrix and go share my magic with Level Up Wrestling, Omega Wrestling Alliance, Project Honor, and Intense International Wrestling and get my recognition for my work there. I can go to any place that's hiring and become the G.O.A.T all over again.
But I chose Revolution1 because I saw a roster of young talent that could use that twenty plus year experience that I bring. That I can bring the edge that made me the talker I am today, because here if you have an issue, oh people here will help you out greatly, something I can do too because I'm not an asshole veteran like what I had to deal with growing in this business. When I came up in companies, I had ZERO help from anyone. After getting trained to wrestle, because I'm rarely ego driven but I am speaking facts when I say I'm one of the greatest in ring generals of this or any generation. I don't do moves to impress, my moveset is one that wins. After being trained by Mister Berlusconi, I had the moves down, but not the work on microphones like these ever before. I was horrendous when it came to speaking. And not a single person came to teach me anything. Over the years I had to grow and grow and grow until I became what I am today. Despite all of that, it means absolutely nothing to the people here in Revolution1.
And why should they? Because I am destined to complete my legacy and here is one place that will be another cake walk. But unfortunately, any powers to be don't see it that way. I mean seriously, a guy like me would fall for placing someone in my submission hold only to lose by a stupid mistake? No, I wouldn't. Jason Ryan is a decent talker and all that, but the disrespect I got backstage saying that his segment was better said than mine is a slap in the face of me, and a slap in the face of my children, who when I come home to after suffering the absolute stupidest losses here, I have to say "hey, always next time, right?!". And people wonder why I am the way that I am. Why everytime I lose with no real reason, no real direction for the winner at fucking all, I lose my temper. Because I know damn well that when Angelo Caito is on his A game, nobody in this fucking world is better than me. No one can touch me on this microphone or in this ring.
And this leads to Maggie Lockheart. Magdalena has been here as long as I have and she's already a Champion. Sure, it's the Horrorcore title, whatever the hell that is, but it's still proven to me how this shit goes. How being absolutely different goes. Now watch, I'm definitely going to hurt some feelings and whatever on, but I honestly don't care anymore. And I don't care when I say this: my student should've beaten you when you two faced in Level Up Wrestling. He should have, but the corruption that is anything management said "no the World Champion needs to look strong". But, within that loss, he stepped up and became the man who's placing Level Up Wrestling on his back while you fucked up and only kept your title not by winning, but surviving! You fell down so hard that each day I await to see that you've quit. But yet, here you are, barely pushing life into your system and just strolling around and still thinking you're the best. You're not. You're not the best in this world, that world, any world you're in. In this twisted game of chess we're in, you're trying to knock down everything in the way to get to the king." ~Angelo points at himself.~ "I've already passed your army and I'm hitting you right in the fucking heart.
Ya see this a game: A game called Who I Smoked. Let's play.
Who I Smoked?"
~He shows a picture of Maggie Lockhart.~
"Who I Smoked?"
~He then shows a picture of Jason Ryan~
"Who I Smoked?"
~He lastly shows a picture of Mark Kelly.~
"And now I wonder… what really will happen when I do win. You see I'm probably going to anger a lot of people with it. Hell, I'm sure I'm already pissing off people backstage. I don't care really. They can try and try to silence the Voice Of The Underground but they won't succeed in silencing me. I won't stop till my voice is heard by everyone! And it starts with silencing Magdalena and putting one of the backs favorites to sleep. Feel the burn, and go fuck yourselves."
~Angelo drops the microphone and stands up from the chair before eating the ring and walking past Mister Berlusconi and Tony Brambilla who are left speechless.~