Post by Johnny Rebel on Aug 10, 2012 22:14:14 GMT -4
Rebel’s Rousing #6:
“Authority”“If you're going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet.”
- Keith Richardson
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We open up to Asylum general manager Reginald Schmidt sitting at his desk somewhere in the APW offices, digging through paperwork and looking like he’s comparing numbers. He's interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at the door and he grunts something similar to "Enter," refusing to take his eyes off the work in front of him.
"Special delivery, sir..." the young UPS man mumbles.
"Put it over on the desk, I'll get to it when I have time..." said Reginald.
It had been a long week for Reginald and APW. The last thing Reginald wanted to do was babysit another megastar and he was getting tired of chasing Rebel around the media circuit. He was confident that he had put Rebel in a position to be managed but Mr. PW had thrown a wrinkle in all of his plans.
You would think Mr. Schmidt would learn by now that plans in APW are rarely carried out as scripted.
Things were going as planned…Anthony Bailey was the World Heavyweight Champion and Reginald knew that he could depend on “The Promise” to do exactly what was required of him as champion. He didn’t ask for Rebel to be a member of the Asylum brand but he didn’t have a choice at this point.
"What are you waiting for?" Schmidt says to the nervous postal worker.
"I need someone to sign for this before I can leave," The young man said with a nervous twitch in his eye.
Reginald extends out his pen as the kid puts his clipboard underneath it as Schmidt places his signature on the requested line. The young man turns around nervously and exits the office leaving the Asylum general manager to continue his work. However, something inside of Reginald is calling out to him to open the package and he does so. It's simply a DVD with the words "Play Me" written across the top. Schmidt slips the DVD in to his laptop and up pops a still picture of "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel sitting on Reginald's desk hours before.
"Son of a gun!" Reginald shouts seeing Rebel with his feet kicked up.
He calms himself after a few moments and presses the play button on the screen, waiting for Rebel's explanation of himself.
"I'm a genius, aren't I?" Rebel says through the screen, drawing a laugh out of the corner of Reginald's mouth.
"Yeah,” Schmidt mumbles, “Real genius..."
"I hope you know by now that I’m the ultimate puppet master! I yank the strings and I love watching the sheep dance with each pull. The harder that I tug…the more the dance! Perhaps you haven’t picked up on this yet, Reginald, but I don’t take orders from anyone and I’m not going to start now. If you would come to grips with the fact that I control the way you think and the way you react…that I’m the one who determines whether you have a great day or a bad day. I’m the one that’s calling the shots here!”
Reginald isn't in the mood to deal with Rebel's shenanigans and motions forward with his hands in order to get to the point. "You've done enough damage for the month, get on with it!" Schmidt says screaming like Rebel can hear what he's saying.
"You don't believe me?" Rebel mocks the APW general manager. "How do you think all of this came together? How do you think that one man completely changed the fortune of Asylum in the blink of an eye? My goal wasn’t to destroy your precious crown and jewel on my first outing in an Asylum ring…but if you deem it necessary, I’ll be glad to do so! I don’t need to win championships, I don’t need the fame and I certainly don’t need the fortune. I don’t need those things to elevate me like the rest of your pathetic roster does. My name is ‘Simply Put’ Johnny Rebel and I’ve been doing this longer than most of your lineup has been alive! The joy for me is watching you squirm like the worm under my boot!”
Reginald snickers at Rebel's tirade.
“Believe me…you didn’t have anything to do with me coming to Asylum. You can brag in front of the cameras all you want that you secured one of the biggest free agents in the history of the APW, but we know that isn’t the case.”
“You can say that again!” Reginald remarks.
“I’m fresh off one of the biggest coups in the history of wrestling. You didn’t think that I’d truly align myself with someone like Level-One, did you? I played him like a fiddle and then left him high and dry when I knew that I couldn’t carry him any farther. You don’t dare believe I’d place my faith in someone with the mental capacity of Felipe DeLoren! You, Reginald, and your executives couldn’t tell the difference between your own rear ends and a pile of crap! Level-One, Felipe, President Jeff…they will all disappear as quickly as I’ve come on to the scene while my name will remain for many, many years. Trust me, even your ‘ace’ in the hole, Anthony Bailey can’t stop me! They won’t even remember who he is when I’m done with him on Asylum this week…”
Rebel's comments again draw yet another snicker from Reginald, who simply shakes his head.
“I know you’re sitting back in this very chair right now and throwing a pity-party of your luck. You thought maybe you’d get some revenge this week when Asylum kicks off and you’d savor the thought of Anthony Bailey finally putting Johnny Rebel in his place. There isn’t a soul in the world that thinks that guy has a chance this week!”
Rebel pauses briefly before popping the gum out of his mouth and placing it under Reginald’s desk. Schmidt ducks his head under to find the wadded-up piece of Juicy Fruit hardened over.
“Bailey, you have been lucky enough to avoid me since I wiped the mat with you the fateful day seven months ago. We stole the show then but it’s been unfortunate to watch the projection of your career…you would think with your surprise win over Kash and carrying the World Heavyweight championship would bring you some recognition. However, the rest of the world shares the same sentiment I do when you whisper the name ‘Anthony Bailey,’ the only response is: who’s that? You have morphed in to the simple errand boy of Reginald Schmidt and forced to do his bidding. He’s counting on you to make an impact and punish me for the error of my ways. The problem is that…you aren’t in my league now and you never will be. The illusion of your self worth have worn dim on us all and even you know that you have been left in the dark. I’m simply the henchman that will be responsible for removing your dirt and scum from the APW!”
“And I can almost picture the laughs in “The Truth’s” head as he’s being begged by Reginald to be the one to finally eliminate Rebel from the APW for good. The problem is Anthony can’t stay motivated for more than two weeks in a row before he’s calling in for another timeout from the ring. It’s always an excuse with him: “My pinky-toe hurts!” or “Ouch, I think I pulled some fat!” He doesn’t have the mental capacity to be a true threat on Asylum or the APW in general and it’s high time that I expose him for everything that he’s become. See… if you don’t want to be here: then go home! If you aren’t ready to fight, bleed, or even die for a small taste of success in that ring then you don’t belong here. I have a long laundry list of sacrifices that I have made to continue on in this business, and while I may even regret them from time to time, when the bell rings? I know I still have a rush for this business. I know that winning is not only on my mind but necessary to hold the very foundations of my sanity upright! It’s what separates me from people like you.”
“In fact, I find it laughable that Schmidt would even consider you for such a task. You’re nothing but an unmotivated cockroach that is leaching off the success of everybody else’s work. You waltzed in the APW thinking that you were the reason the world tuned in but in reality, you were in the right place at the right time. Your words have grown bland, your act has gone stale and your whole overall antics have officially turned off the entire world as they groan for you to walk away and never be heard from again.”
“So, for the two of you…Reginald and Bailey, you can cry and weep about what you can’t change but the facts will always remain. I’ll still be a global star and you’ll still be trying to prove to everyone you can hang on the bars like a well-trained monkey. You can rant, you can rave, and you can repeat the same horsecrap that you spoke about last week and the week before that. If you think you are just stepping into that dark place for one night, you’re out of your mind. I’m going to wipe this entire company off the radar, and demean the whole place to the point where none of you are ever mentioned in the same sentence as me again. Until then? Enjoy your spot in the sunshine because it’s going to be a long time before you see the sun again! Dark, dark, dark times lie ahead for you APW.”
#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT!
