Post by Brandon Hendrix on Jul 25, 2021 22:48:19 GMT -5
"Hello boys."
{The scenery opens to inside the gym of which Angelo, one of the challengers for the International Championship, has been working in since his return to Italy a month ago. Everything he's been through, all the hard work, all the blood, sweat, and tears he shed, it all comes down to this one moment. From returning from retirement to joining Revolution1 Wrestling and gaining a Championship opportunity. He sits in an unfolded steel chair, wearing black and white Jordan's on his feet, black jeans, and a zipped up hoodie that has his "AC" logo on the front. His hair since then has been shaved and he sports a buzz cut, but facial hair remains the same. He places one leg over the other and he sits back and crosses his arms.}
"I'm sorry for my absence lately. I've been so busy traveling the world week after week after week that I haven't gotten to breathe. But, when I did, I immediately sat down and remembered "oh yes, I'm challenging for the Rev1 International Championship!". I only got a hour to speak so it's what I'm going to do about this particular match."
"Mark Kelly. You really made your "mark" when you cost me a match, eh? And I'll give you your credit, it worked because that match sent me insane. It sent me absolutely insane because it went against everything my training and my word: it distracted me from the goal, and I lost. No more. I told myself the next time I get distracted and lose because of it, then I will leave Revolution1 because I don't deserve to be here in that case. You started all that, because you wanted me not focused for this match up. Because you know, when I'm focused, your little flying moves and stupid shit that you think makes you look so cool, doesn't matter when you step into the ring with the man who could pin you off a simple and correctly done suplex. You know your title reign ends with a focused Angelo. But nobody asked what happens with Angelo is angry. Nobody here truly knows about that side… except Jason Ryan."
{The scenery opens to inside the gym of which Angelo, one of the challengers for the International Championship, has been working in since his return to Italy a month ago. Everything he's been through, all the hard work, all the blood, sweat, and tears he shed, it all comes down to this one moment. From returning from retirement to joining Revolution1 Wrestling and gaining a Championship opportunity. He sits in an unfolded steel chair, wearing black and white Jordan's on his feet, black jeans, and a zipped up hoodie that has his "AC" logo on the front. His hair since then has been shaved and he sports a buzz cut, but facial hair remains the same. He places one leg over the other and he sits back and crosses his arms.}
"I'm sorry for my absence lately. I've been so busy traveling the world week after week after week that I haven't gotten to breathe. But, when I did, I immediately sat down and remembered "oh yes, I'm challenging for the Rev1 International Championship!". I only got a hour to speak so it's what I'm going to do about this particular match."
"Mark Kelly. You really made your "mark" when you cost me a match, eh? And I'll give you your credit, it worked because that match sent me insane. It sent me absolutely insane because it went against everything my training and my word: it distracted me from the goal, and I lost. No more. I told myself the next time I get distracted and lose because of it, then I will leave Revolution1 because I don't deserve to be here in that case. You started all that, because you wanted me not focused for this match up. Because you know, when I'm focused, your little flying moves and stupid shit that you think makes you look so cool, doesn't matter when you step into the ring with the man who could pin you off a simple and correctly done suplex. You know your title reign ends with a focused Angelo. But nobody asked what happens with Angelo is angry. Nobody here truly knows about that side… except Jason Ryan."
"Hi Jason. Do you remember I'm sure you do. You, the biggest ass kisser I knew. You came out here, acting like big shit every week, but that wasn't the case once upon a time. I remember when you wanted to face me the first time in 2018. You were so eager to step into the ring with me. So, to understand me, you had to watch my tapes. Do you remember what you saw? You saw a man who was so doped out of his mind every week, he didn't realize the pain he caused. The NECK HE SNAPPED INSIDE HELL IN A CELL! THE SKULL HE CRACKED INSIDE A STEEL CAGE! THE BLOOD HE DRAINED FROM HIS OPPONENT IN THE BLOODIEST MATCH PERIOD! Then.. years later, when I brought the demons back out, turned someone who started off as the generic good guy, to the most gifted no fucks given SuperNova in wrestling history with a Massacre of a match."
"You saw this, and knew that the ring general I am has no limits: so you knew you needed an third guy to be there to save you from that guy. Because you wouldn't have survived. But that must of been your biggest victory ever, because years and years and years passed by and you ran that out of your mouth over and over and over again because you have nothing else to go on. Your proud of retaining your title you had then against me because your reign was lackluster to begin with."
{Angelo removes his leg from on top of his other leg, both feet planted on the floor as he scoots up in his chair, connecting his hands together.}
"And that's where it passes me off. The political bullshit of Wrestling. They never want the workhorse to succeed. I was the greatest storyteller that company ever saw. There was better talkers but nobody could pull the crowd in and make them feel like I did. One second I could be everyone's best friend and get the loudest ovation of the night. Next day I could be the biggest asshole in the world and be booed to hell. Because that's what I do best. But when you're limited and not allowed to do that, you lose care. I have zero care now….. and that's why I'm going to win the International Championship."
"My no caring means fuck rules, fuck Mark, fuck Jason, fuck the ref, fuck management. I'm doing whatever is needed to keep both these men down forever. After Rebirth II, I want to never see you both again. When I hold that title, you both will forever be in my rear view mirror. I will move on, start the Era Of Excellence that this company needs in a Champion, not one with such ignorance and cowardice that my two opponents share."
"Maybe me being Mr. Nice Guy and all that is my downfall. Maybe I need to be that asshole once again. Maybe then I will get my way. Now, I will not stop, I will run through everyone…. And I mean everyone till I once again become Champion. And if I don't…"
"Revolution1 will be paying me to sit home. See if I give a fuck. Voice Of The Underground spoken, thank you for listening."