Post by Nick Watson on Dec 22, 2012 12:59:16 GMT -4
The scene opens upon the sound of "Jingle Bells", a well known and loved Christmas song being blared over a pair of speakers. The camera pans about, showing off a rather empty looking apartment, and two well known figures looking around at their surroundings.
"I really can't imagine how you lived in this place."
Corey said as he looked around at the peeling wall paper and the dusty floor which had empty boxes and bags scattered across it. Nick Watson, the current Xtreme Champion, shrugged his shoulders, and then said.
"I'm not rich, Corey. This was all I could afford up until now and to see it gutted like it is now reminds me of the first time I stepped into this dingy apartment to make it my place of dwelling."
"And how does that feel?"
Nick chuckled and then replied with a little smile on his face.
"Depressing mostly. I never really wanted to live in this apartment, you see, but with my income at the time there was no way I could afford anything else."
"But you have the money to move up in the world now and that is why you are moving out."
"Yeah...I suppose you're right."
Corey stared at Nick for a few seconds before shaking his head.
"If I didn't know any better it sounds like you are regretting moving out. I mean usually this is a time for a guy to get excited. He is moving to a new place to experience new things and all of that jazz..."
"I'm not regretting the move. It needs to be done. No, what I'm thinking about right now is my match for Meltdown this week...that's all."
"Don't tell me that big lug's words got to you. The guy is jealous of the attention you're getting and is grasping at any straw he can find to make him look like a big bad mother fucker!"
"You don't think I know that?"
Nick replied as he sat down on the cold floor with his back pressed up against the wall near the front door of the apartment. Nick put his hands in the pockets of his gray jacket and then let out a sigh before saying.
"I'm just bored."
"Bored? Dude, you are champion!"
"Exactly! I'm bored because out of all the guys they could have picked for me to fight they have to pick a guy I have already fought on multiple occasions."
Nick's eyes are filled with fire as he continues on, holding nothing back from his verbal assault.
"People talk about how my championship reign has been boring or lack luster, but yet they don't look at my competition at all or the lack of general direction for this division.
I don't care if Smith is talented, I don't care if he thinks he has the talent to beat me, but what I do care about is the fact that I have to keep fighting him. It isn't exciting, it isn't sensational, and for the love of God it isn't fun for a guy like me who has to listen to him repeat the same God damn mistakes every fucking week."
Nick grunts and then spits on the floor, clearly he isn't too thrilled to be fighting Smith again. Corey continues to stare at the Sensational One, keeping quiet, and listening to Nick get whatever it was he had on his chest off.
"I'm tired of it, I'm tired of him making excuses for One Night in Hell. I'm tired of him selling me short every time he gets the opportunity to. I'm tired of him trying to play hero when he hasn't done a God damn thing for this company or for the people out there. But most of all, I'm just sick, and tired of hearing about his long list of accomplishments.
Why should I care if he was champion in some company that went under? Why should I care that he has beaten a struggling Dionysus or C.J. Gates who was pre-occupied thinking about his match up for Christmas Chaos?
Seriously, fuck A.C. Smith, and fuck everything he is about. He brags so much, talks so much shit, and tries to paint himself as some unstoppable juggernaut who can run over anyone he pleases in this company without even breaking a sweat. But, guess what, Corey? He can't actually do shit!
And that is because for all of that strength, veteran experience, and his long sheet of accomplishments he oh so loves to brag about, he continues to make the same God damn mistake!"
"And that is?"
"He keeps underestimating me."
Nick grins and he keeps on going, clearly there is still more that he has to say.
"Over the course of the last two months, every time I see him he brings up One Night in Hell, this week is no different than my first title defense during the second week of November!
This time he says I was waiting in the weeds for him to do the dirty work, but yet, I can't help, but remind him that I was thrown through a stage. Not just landing on top of it and going "Ow...that hurt."; no, I fucking fell through the God damn stage, landed hard on my back, and found myself simply writhing in pain for a good portion of the match. Yet, I perse-fucking-vered through that shit to go on, and win the title.
Sure, I got unwanted help from Sienna Harrison. I'm not denying that, but to say that was the only reason I won is not only ignorant, but also makes you look like a fucking ass hole, but Smith has no problem with that! In fact to my knowledge there is no bigger ass hole in sports right now than A.C. Smith!
I mean who else brags about beating a guy like Dionysus who has been struggling so hard to get back into top form? Or tries to manipulate historical events or natural disasters to paint himself as not only a saint, but as a superior wrestler, and a historian? The answer?
A.C. fucking Smith. "
Nick pauses and takes a deep breath for going on.
"But that is just the tip of the God damn iceberg when it comes to the amount of bull shit that going against Smith entitles!
Not only do you have to listen to him talk shit about you, falsely accuse you of treachery, and about how his long list of accomplishments make him better than you. You also have to smile and nod your head about it because to call him out about it and say that isn't right is basically throwing you into his black list. Because anyone that says he is full of shit is clearly not a talented individual and clearly incapable of defeating him.
I mean lets forget One Night in Hell or a month or so ago, honestly me beating him twice was a fluke, I mean otherwise his bull shit rhetoric would be untrue and completely false! And we can't have that! We need Smith's ego to be the size of the fucking moon, after all, who is going to invest money into his sinking ship of an attempt to win a championship if the guy is bummed because the truth is realized?
Oh and lets not forget that if he beat you once in a singles match...he will bring it up every time he fights you...just because he likes to point out he has done it before and can do it again. I mean, to me it honestly feels like he doesn't think anyone can get better or that someone can't even remember when he lost to him."
Nick pauses again, this time to help himself off the floor, and walk into the main part of the apartment. Now empty and completely devoid of any sort of furniture, Nick can walk around freely without the possibility of bumping into any furniture. Still Nick watches his footing, not wanting to trip over a bag, or a box that he had discarded.
"Sounds like you really don't like Smith."
"That isn't even the problem, I don't hate the guy as much as I say I do. I respect his accolades and his skill, but over all his personality has never left a good taste in my mouth. In fact, if the guy would just get over himself, and man the fuck up, admitting that he lost at One Night in Hell to me, or that his getting pinned at Overdrive was also just as much because of the moving part as it was my determination to succeed we would be fine and everything would be, as some would say, good in the hood.
Yet, those things will never occur. The man will never take responsibility for the fact that every time he has fought for a title or has fought for my title that he has lost due to his own actions and his underestimating of the talent of his opposition.
It's just not in him to admit that sort of stuff because he has to remain ignorant to the mistakes that he makes to continue chugging along like the little...well not so little engine that could. And it is that ignorance that has cost him from becoming a champion and I don't think he really realizes that.
I mean if he did he would have stopped this shit by now, but he just keeps on doing it."
"At least you don't have to listen to a history report."
Nick nods his head in agreement before continuing on with his train of thought.
"I know that and I applaud his effort in trying not to go off topic with some history lesson about stuff that I just don't care about, but it still doesn't change the fact that he has disrespected me...slandered me...ran my name through the mud...and has called me, in a much politer way, a whiner.
Yet, at the end of the day, we will go to New York...he will get cheered, I will probably get cheered and boo'd because lets face it...if you slander a New York based superstar in New York you are going to have a bad time. But the fact is when it comes down to it...this was stuff that needed to be said. I needed to tell Smith, once again that this shit...this "you didn't do it" defense that he throws up whenever he is around me is bull shit. And I'm sick and tired of hearing it."
Nick stops again, now in the middle of the room, Nick turns to the camera, and begins to wrap things up.
"Because in the end it doesn't matter what he says...it doesn't matter what anyone says because in my mind I achieved what I wanted to do:
I became a champion.
And regardless of how my last two months have been, I deserve some level of respect for being one, just like everyone else who is a champion. And this Saturday at One Night in Hell, I fully intend to take things up a notch for the sake of giving these people some form of entertainment from a match that has happened before and is doomed to happen again.
I don't know if I will win and I sure as hell am not going to say arrogantly that Smith has no chance because going into any match up there is always a chance that you can lose. That is part of the game and for those that don't think they can lose or that by going all out that they will always win, they clearly are not thinking straight because there is always a chance. There is never a definitive match up where you win by default and tonight, in front of a sold-out audience in Buffalo, I'm going to prove that what I'm saying is true.
I'm going to prove in front of this sold-out audience and to A.C. Smith himself that even when the odds are against you that there is always hope and to never give in. And tonight, regardless of how much effort Smith puts in, and how hard he tries...I will try just as hard and then some.
Because if there is one thing that Nick Watson does best...it is try as hard as he can no matter who he is fighting to pick up the win regardless of who he is up against.
So lets do this song and dance one more time, Smith because after this match...I promise you...I will leave you with no doubt as to why I'm champion and you are still looking to become champion. So, good night ladies and gentlemen...and God bless you all."
*The Scene bursts to static*
"I really can't imagine how you lived in this place."
Corey said as he looked around at the peeling wall paper and the dusty floor which had empty boxes and bags scattered across it. Nick Watson, the current Xtreme Champion, shrugged his shoulders, and then said.
"I'm not rich, Corey. This was all I could afford up until now and to see it gutted like it is now reminds me of the first time I stepped into this dingy apartment to make it my place of dwelling."
"And how does that feel?"
Nick chuckled and then replied with a little smile on his face.
"Depressing mostly. I never really wanted to live in this apartment, you see, but with my income at the time there was no way I could afford anything else."
"But you have the money to move up in the world now and that is why you are moving out."
"Yeah...I suppose you're right."
Corey stared at Nick for a few seconds before shaking his head.
"If I didn't know any better it sounds like you are regretting moving out. I mean usually this is a time for a guy to get excited. He is moving to a new place to experience new things and all of that jazz..."
"I'm not regretting the move. It needs to be done. No, what I'm thinking about right now is my match for Meltdown this week...that's all."
"Don't tell me that big lug's words got to you. The guy is jealous of the attention you're getting and is grasping at any straw he can find to make him look like a big bad mother fucker!"
"You don't think I know that?"
Nick replied as he sat down on the cold floor with his back pressed up against the wall near the front door of the apartment. Nick put his hands in the pockets of his gray jacket and then let out a sigh before saying.
"I'm just bored."
"Bored? Dude, you are champion!"
"Exactly! I'm bored because out of all the guys they could have picked for me to fight they have to pick a guy I have already fought on multiple occasions."
Nick's eyes are filled with fire as he continues on, holding nothing back from his verbal assault.
"People talk about how my championship reign has been boring or lack luster, but yet they don't look at my competition at all or the lack of general direction for this division.
I don't care if Smith is talented, I don't care if he thinks he has the talent to beat me, but what I do care about is the fact that I have to keep fighting him. It isn't exciting, it isn't sensational, and for the love of God it isn't fun for a guy like me who has to listen to him repeat the same God damn mistakes every fucking week."
Nick grunts and then spits on the floor, clearly he isn't too thrilled to be fighting Smith again. Corey continues to stare at the Sensational One, keeping quiet, and listening to Nick get whatever it was he had on his chest off.
"I'm tired of it, I'm tired of him making excuses for One Night in Hell. I'm tired of him selling me short every time he gets the opportunity to. I'm tired of him trying to play hero when he hasn't done a God damn thing for this company or for the people out there. But most of all, I'm just sick, and tired of hearing about his long list of accomplishments.
Why should I care if he was champion in some company that went under? Why should I care that he has beaten a struggling Dionysus or C.J. Gates who was pre-occupied thinking about his match up for Christmas Chaos?
Seriously, fuck A.C. Smith, and fuck everything he is about. He brags so much, talks so much shit, and tries to paint himself as some unstoppable juggernaut who can run over anyone he pleases in this company without even breaking a sweat. But, guess what, Corey? He can't actually do shit!
And that is because for all of that strength, veteran experience, and his long sheet of accomplishments he oh so loves to brag about, he continues to make the same God damn mistake!"
"And that is?"
"He keeps underestimating me."
Nick grins and he keeps on going, clearly there is still more that he has to say.
"Over the course of the last two months, every time I see him he brings up One Night in Hell, this week is no different than my first title defense during the second week of November!
This time he says I was waiting in the weeds for him to do the dirty work, but yet, I can't help, but remind him that I was thrown through a stage. Not just landing on top of it and going "Ow...that hurt."; no, I fucking fell through the God damn stage, landed hard on my back, and found myself simply writhing in pain for a good portion of the match. Yet, I perse-fucking-vered through that shit to go on, and win the title.
Sure, I got unwanted help from Sienna Harrison. I'm not denying that, but to say that was the only reason I won is not only ignorant, but also makes you look like a fucking ass hole, but Smith has no problem with that! In fact to my knowledge there is no bigger ass hole in sports right now than A.C. Smith!
I mean who else brags about beating a guy like Dionysus who has been struggling so hard to get back into top form? Or tries to manipulate historical events or natural disasters to paint himself as not only a saint, but as a superior wrestler, and a historian? The answer?
A.C. fucking Smith. "
Nick pauses and takes a deep breath for going on.
"But that is just the tip of the God damn iceberg when it comes to the amount of bull shit that going against Smith entitles!
Not only do you have to listen to him talk shit about you, falsely accuse you of treachery, and about how his long list of accomplishments make him better than you. You also have to smile and nod your head about it because to call him out about it and say that isn't right is basically throwing you into his black list. Because anyone that says he is full of shit is clearly not a talented individual and clearly incapable of defeating him.
I mean lets forget One Night in Hell or a month or so ago, honestly me beating him twice was a fluke, I mean otherwise his bull shit rhetoric would be untrue and completely false! And we can't have that! We need Smith's ego to be the size of the fucking moon, after all, who is going to invest money into his sinking ship of an attempt to win a championship if the guy is bummed because the truth is realized?
Oh and lets not forget that if he beat you once in a singles match...he will bring it up every time he fights you...just because he likes to point out he has done it before and can do it again. I mean, to me it honestly feels like he doesn't think anyone can get better or that someone can't even remember when he lost to him."
Nick pauses again, this time to help himself off the floor, and walk into the main part of the apartment. Now empty and completely devoid of any sort of furniture, Nick can walk around freely without the possibility of bumping into any furniture. Still Nick watches his footing, not wanting to trip over a bag, or a box that he had discarded.
"Sounds like you really don't like Smith."
"That isn't even the problem, I don't hate the guy as much as I say I do. I respect his accolades and his skill, but over all his personality has never left a good taste in my mouth. In fact, if the guy would just get over himself, and man the fuck up, admitting that he lost at One Night in Hell to me, or that his getting pinned at Overdrive was also just as much because of the moving part as it was my determination to succeed we would be fine and everything would be, as some would say, good in the hood.
Yet, those things will never occur. The man will never take responsibility for the fact that every time he has fought for a title or has fought for my title that he has lost due to his own actions and his underestimating of the talent of his opposition.
It's just not in him to admit that sort of stuff because he has to remain ignorant to the mistakes that he makes to continue chugging along like the little...well not so little engine that could. And it is that ignorance that has cost him from becoming a champion and I don't think he really realizes that.
I mean if he did he would have stopped this shit by now, but he just keeps on doing it."
"At least you don't have to listen to a history report."
Nick nods his head in agreement before continuing on with his train of thought.
"I know that and I applaud his effort in trying not to go off topic with some history lesson about stuff that I just don't care about, but it still doesn't change the fact that he has disrespected me...slandered me...ran my name through the mud...and has called me, in a much politer way, a whiner.
Yet, at the end of the day, we will go to New York...he will get cheered, I will probably get cheered and boo'd because lets face it...if you slander a New York based superstar in New York you are going to have a bad time. But the fact is when it comes down to it...this was stuff that needed to be said. I needed to tell Smith, once again that this shit...this "you didn't do it" defense that he throws up whenever he is around me is bull shit. And I'm sick and tired of hearing it."
Nick stops again, now in the middle of the room, Nick turns to the camera, and begins to wrap things up.
"Because in the end it doesn't matter what he says...it doesn't matter what anyone says because in my mind I achieved what I wanted to do:
I became a champion.
And regardless of how my last two months have been, I deserve some level of respect for being one, just like everyone else who is a champion. And this Saturday at One Night in Hell, I fully intend to take things up a notch for the sake of giving these people some form of entertainment from a match that has happened before and is doomed to happen again.
I don't know if I will win and I sure as hell am not going to say arrogantly that Smith has no chance because going into any match up there is always a chance that you can lose. That is part of the game and for those that don't think they can lose or that by going all out that they will always win, they clearly are not thinking straight because there is always a chance. There is never a definitive match up where you win by default and tonight, in front of a sold-out audience in Buffalo, I'm going to prove that what I'm saying is true.
I'm going to prove in front of this sold-out audience and to A.C. Smith himself that even when the odds are against you that there is always hope and to never give in. And tonight, regardless of how much effort Smith puts in, and how hard he tries...I will try just as hard and then some.
Because if there is one thing that Nick Watson does best...it is try as hard as he can no matter who he is fighting to pick up the win regardless of who he is up against.
So lets do this song and dance one more time, Smith because after this match...I promise you...I will leave you with no doubt as to why I'm champion and you are still looking to become champion. So, good night ladies and gentlemen...and God bless you all."
*The Scene bursts to static*
