Post by Speede on Apr 28, 2013 23:59:24 GMT -4
Following Meltdown on April 21, 2013.
We find ourselves backstage, right near the locker room door; familiar scene, ain’t it? Anyway, Roy Speede is hastily approaching the door, and as he reaches for the doorknob, Hannah Storm approaches with a microphone in her hand, followed closely by a cameraman...
HOLD ON A SECOND! We’ve seen this one before! Let’s try thing again.
Actually Following Meltdown on April 21, 2013.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.
FREEZE! No, no, NO! That’s not right either. .. For real though, I’m fairly certain that it was something more like this...
The REAL story following Meltdown on April 21, 2013.
Roy Speede and his manager, Alex Haden, are at a McDonalds several blocks from the arena, in line waiting to order. The Meltdown Megastar is wearing one of his own signature “Silver Lining” tee shirts (see the APW Shop online for details, folks!), and Haden is attired in the same tee shirt, which depicts Speede hitting his trademark move, the Speede of Light, on Kaylyn James Evans.
Roy Speede: “I’m serious, bro. Dinner’s on me tonight.”
Alex Haden: “Okay, I get why you’re doing this, but one, I expected you to cover it now that you’ve got someone watching your ass, that someone how or another always seems to get itself into some real deep shit while I’m missing, and two, it’s McDonalds; a twenty dollar bill is enough for four people if nobody strays from the dollar menu. Why would I be concerned about you covering seven dollars worth of food, give or take a few coins?”
Roy Speede: “To sum it up, Alex, you’ve been gone too long, and now that I needed some help, you made a return to the corner to help me out, even here on an even bigger stage, and I owe you so much for that. Second, seven dollars is seven dollars, bro, and in today’s economy you never know when you’re going to be a few bucks shy of eating your fill or when you will need money to fill up the gas tank. Third-“
Alex cuts him off.
Alex Haden: “Third, if you plan to follow through with that ‘fanciest restaurant in Brazil’ crap for a meal to celebrate your birthday, you expect that covering the tab at McDonalds will make you feel less guilty for when the check turns into a thousand pesos or whatever.”
Roy Speede: “Pesos are Mexican money, Alex. I think Brazilian currency is in dollars too.”
Alex Haden: “Whatever. You got what I meant, didn’t you?”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, I suppose I did. After all, though, it’s McDonalds. Paying separately just makes it more likely one of them will miscount the change, right?”
An employee working behind the counter at the cash register speaks up, answering Roy’s question for him.
McDonalds Employee: “Hey! I heard that! We McDonalds employees are very hard-working, and just because it is stereotypically not a higher tier of job does not mean we are stupid! This is my first job, and I am just seventeen so there is no need to accuse us of being ignorant.!”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I feel you. I feel you. But question; why aren’t you speaking Portuguese?”
Alex Haden: “They heard us speaking English, so this boy who is fluent in English decided to respond to us in our native language as a show of good service.”
Roy Speede: “Whatever, bro. It’s just whatever. Either way, though, I still gotta say, I’m really glad that you showed up to help me out of this whole mess with Pepsi.”
McDonalds Employee: “We only serve Coca Cola products here, sir. I am sorry!”
Roy Speede: “No, no, I’m sorry bro, I’m not talking about the drink; I’m talking about that shitty wrestler with the knockoff attempt at a Flock of Seagulls Haircut whose idea of being a good wrestler is cheating to win matches and screwing over everybody he gets into the ring against.”
McDonalds Employee: “Are you referring to Billy Pepsi? He is my hero! I am a big fan of his and I still am sorry I did not see his match tonight! I feel horrible about that! Yes sir, horrible indeed!”
Roy Speede: “I hope to god there’s another person in this restaurant who can speak English besides you, or else I’m going to have to point at the sign to order what I want...”
Alex Haden: “Uh, kid... You miiiiight want to run.”
The employee backs up, and the manager steps in front of him.
McDonalds Manager: “Can I help you sir?”
Roy Speede: “Yes, I’ll have a double cheeseburger and a large Coke.”
Alex Haden: “And I’d like an order of Chicken McNuggets please. And a large Coke.”
McDonalds Manager: “That is not what I had in mind. Why were you trying to scare my employee?”
Roy Speede: “Tell your employee not to support cheaters, and I won’t get so angry at him.”
McDonalds Manager: “He is free to choose in whom he believes. I have no right to stop him from doing so.”
Roy Speede: “Alright, suit yourself. Just get me my food, and I’ll be on my way.”
The scene fades out.
The following is a post on the blog of Roy Speede.
Well, damn, it’s been a while since I’ve written on my blog, hasn’t it guys? Way. Too. Frickin’. Long.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. You guys want to hear from The Silver Lining every damn day, don’t you? I don’t blame you; everybody seems to want to hear from me on a daily basis whenever they can, and it just doesn’t seem that I can do it all that often anymore, now that I’m on the biggest stage of them all and working a fulltime schedule in South America. I hope to god that I can get back to the states and continue wrestling where I belong from then on out; I’m an American through and through!
No, no, I know what some of you are thinking, and I’m not prejudiced against people not from the States, but it’s something special when you can wrestle in front of the hometown fans, and for me, there’s nothing quite like it. I love touring and wrestling in Argentina and Brazil and Peru, but I belong right there in the United States, where I’m never more than a day’s worth of a flight from Richmond, and I’m never further from the fans that adore me most than a quick tweet! Half the time I don’t even have internet access down here and it’s a frickin’ pain in the ass!
Anyway, I’m so glad to get to write again, and I hope I can get the chance to respond to a few fan questions later on tonight before I head to bed, but right now I’m keeping this message strictly business since right now, I’ve got a whole lot on my mind and I’m not very good at calculating the exchange rates for how much it costs for wifi in my hotel room! I mean, I’d love to say I have unlimited funds to spend just so I can sit here and give shout-outs to you guys twenty-four seven, but things like that just don’t work out very well, and being in Brazil, it adds a whole new meaning to the term ‘Get Real’.
Sorry, for those of you who don’t know, that last one was a joke on the fact that the Brazilian currency is called a Real.
Aaanyway, I’ve got a lot on my plate, and right now things aren’t going exactly the way I’d been hoping they would be, so here’s hoping that things get back on the right track for us; I lost to Pepsi in my return match, and I’ve been pinned by that bastard twice, and I’m sick of it; he knows he hasn’t seen the last of me, and he knows that I’m going to be targeting him more than ever to make sure he doesn’t get away with this sort of hasty cheap shot victory he’s gotten over me twice in the last two editions of Monday Night Meltdown.
I brought in a manager, a guy you all might know quite well, my cousin Alex Haden, and he’s here to watch my back now, so that I don’t have to worry about Pepsi and his little butt buddy double teaming me for any more cheap shots! If things go according to plan, I’ll get my shot at Pepsi for real at the Mayhem Pay-Per-View that’s coming up quite soon, and you’ll all get to see me kick Pepsi’s ass and send that soda-head, whose head is so full of caffeine his thought processes must be blown to bits, back to wherever the hell he’s from so that I can take control of this show like I have every right to.
But before that even rolls around, I’ve got bigger fish to fry; this match I’ve got upcoming for me on Meltdown in Brazil is my first match back not featuring Billy Pepsi, and I plan to make the most of it. So far that kid’s been like a crude, unruly little kryptonite for me, and I’m going to make sure that I score my first big singles victory with the APW this week, and I’ll be carrying momentum on my side when I do get my hands on that dipshit again.
This week, I’ve got to face Leon Roberts, the guy some people have told me is called ‘The Virus’, a guy who is probably nothing more than a common cold in a world where only Pneumonia, AIDS, and Cancer get any real recognition anymore. He’s the guy who has a cold, sickening personality and the same slow, almost frozen and shaking presence in the ring whenever he faces real talent; I could imagine it now, that he’d almost be the guy to get into that ring, and before the bell even rings would get up and run up the ramp backstage rather than face The Silver Lining.
Oh, and would you look at that! I’m facing another Canadian wrestler! It seems like these days everyone from Toronto thinks they can wrestle and is taking an opportunity to sign with the company to try to prove they’re not just like every other sport from Toronto. They’re trying to prove that city as a whole isn’t complete crap, and that they actually do have something worth noting. But just like the Raptors, the Maple Leafs, and the Blue Jays, Leon Roberts is just your typical, run of the mill cellar dweller, the guy who lives at the bottom of the roster and gets paid just to show up without actually doing anything significant.
Wait! Speaking of doing something significant, I heard his wife is a solid ten from a few reliable sources, and I’m going to go ahead and give that a nod; if nothing else he was able to get a girl. I’ll give him credit for that, but don’t think much of it when it comes to wrestling; he’d have to be damn good between the sheets to get and keep a fine piece of ass like that chick, and Leon Roberts, I get the vibe, is the type of simpleton who would be completely unable to figure out how to obtain and showcase a talent in more than one field.
So I guess that means if by some chance he manages to beat me, I should give his wife a call, huh?
No, no, in all seriousness, yeah, he’s got a gorgeous wife, but that’s all he’s got going for him. The virus is nothing more than some idiotic son of a bitch who just so happened to get lucky enough to find himself a nearly flawless woman in this world where appearance seems to make all the difference in the world. And that’s all that he’s got going for him. He certainly doesn’t have luck, seeing as he’s been matched up against me in the wrestling ring, and when I beat him on Monday, I’ll be able to prove beyond any reasonable doubt that he has any actual wrestling ability or skill.
No, before I end up going off on some even more skewed and completely pointless tirade for you all, I’d just like to point out one little thing about this guy; he’s the virus. He’s been wrestling with that moniker on his back for some time now, too, and though some may think he’s infectious, he’s finally met his match. I’m the cure for the disease that is his piss-poor wrestling ability, and I’m the cure for the plague upon this company of under-par wrestling ability. I’m the one who is coming into this company with the insight into what truly will get this company even further into the wrestling world, and I’m going to do everything in my power to implement that knowledge; it all starts by scoring this victory and sending Leon Roberts packing.
As far as the rest of this company, my sights are set aiming at one specific target, and that one target only, and that’s Billy Pepsi. I’m going to get my revenge, and that fool is going to get what is coming to him ; it’s just a matter of time, and when I get my hands on him, he’s going to see exactly what happens when you mess with greatness. I have the talent necessary to make it big in this business, and yet people like him skate by through cheap, underhanded, cheating tactics, and I’m going to shut him up permanently.
So while this company is throwing detours into my path like this ‘Virus’ guy, Leon Roberts, it won’t sway me from my goal. I’m going to plow right through Leon Roberts like only The Silver Lining can, and once I break through the one dark cloud that is The Virus, I’m going to set in my sights the goal of curing the entire plague, Roberts, Pepsi, and even our beloved North American Champion, The Guv’nor. They’re all just mere infections holding back this company that was once, and still is at the pinnacle of the wrestling world, and now that Action Packed Wrestling is becoming known not as the top company in the wrestling world, but as only one of the top companies, it shows that someone, or some groups of people, are holding this company back.
I’m going to be the one that shows everyone just who those individuals are, and once they’re gone, I’m going to lead this company to new heights; I’m going to be the one who soars high after breaking through the dark and dreary times, and when I’m the North American Champion or the World Heavyweight Champion, or maybe even the Undisputed Champion, everyone will see just what this company is capable of when someone who has actual wrestling talent is at the helm.
I’m not meaning to take a shot at Terry Marvin here, but since when has there been someone who can step up to challenge him? He’s the only one leading this company right now, and he needs someone with whom he can fight not only a quality title match, but someone with whom he can lead this company to new heights, peaks that have not been reached in the wrestling world, and so many of these individuals just won’t cut it.
I’m the one that will one day be headlining for this company, and the fact that Terry Marvin has not yet found someone who can best him is solely because I have yet to face him. Just wait and see, Marvin; you’ll find your foe one of these days, and that foe is me. It’s just a matter of taking care of business that is going on in this company right now to begin with.
And that starts at Meltdown; I’m going to take care of ‘The Virus’ Leon Roberts, I’m going to beat him mercilessly, and I’m going to pin him to the mat for the one, two, three. I’m going to go on to silence the cockiness and bold arrogance of Billy Pepsi, and I’m going to send him and his sidekick Elliot Von Wilderspin packing. And then it’s a matter of holding gold in this company and leading this company to a newer, greater pinnacle than has ever been reached before, as North American Champion, or as World Champion, or as Universal Champion, or somewhere in between.
We find ourselves backstage, right near the locker room door; familiar scene, ain’t it? Anyway, Roy Speede is hastily approaching the door, and as he reaches for the doorknob, Hannah Storm approaches with a microphone in her hand, followed closely by a cameraman...
HOLD ON A SECOND! We’ve seen this one before! Let’s try thing again.
Actually Following Meltdown on April 21, 2013.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.
FREEZE! No, no, NO! That’s not right either. .. For real though, I’m fairly certain that it was something more like this...
The REAL story following Meltdown on April 21, 2013.
Roy Speede and his manager, Alex Haden, are at a McDonalds several blocks from the arena, in line waiting to order. The Meltdown Megastar is wearing one of his own signature “Silver Lining” tee shirts (see the APW Shop online for details, folks!), and Haden is attired in the same tee shirt, which depicts Speede hitting his trademark move, the Speede of Light, on Kaylyn James Evans.
Roy Speede: “I’m serious, bro. Dinner’s on me tonight.”
Alex Haden: “Okay, I get why you’re doing this, but one, I expected you to cover it now that you’ve got someone watching your ass, that someone how or another always seems to get itself into some real deep shit while I’m missing, and two, it’s McDonalds; a twenty dollar bill is enough for four people if nobody strays from the dollar menu. Why would I be concerned about you covering seven dollars worth of food, give or take a few coins?”
Roy Speede: “To sum it up, Alex, you’ve been gone too long, and now that I needed some help, you made a return to the corner to help me out, even here on an even bigger stage, and I owe you so much for that. Second, seven dollars is seven dollars, bro, and in today’s economy you never know when you’re going to be a few bucks shy of eating your fill or when you will need money to fill up the gas tank. Third-“
Alex cuts him off.
Alex Haden: “Third, if you plan to follow through with that ‘fanciest restaurant in Brazil’ crap for a meal to celebrate your birthday, you expect that covering the tab at McDonalds will make you feel less guilty for when the check turns into a thousand pesos or whatever.”
Roy Speede: “Pesos are Mexican money, Alex. I think Brazilian currency is in dollars too.”
Alex Haden: “Whatever. You got what I meant, didn’t you?”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, I suppose I did. After all, though, it’s McDonalds. Paying separately just makes it more likely one of them will miscount the change, right?”
An employee working behind the counter at the cash register speaks up, answering Roy’s question for him.
McDonalds Employee: “Hey! I heard that! We McDonalds employees are very hard-working, and just because it is stereotypically not a higher tier of job does not mean we are stupid! This is my first job, and I am just seventeen so there is no need to accuse us of being ignorant.!”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I feel you. I feel you. But question; why aren’t you speaking Portuguese?”
Alex Haden: “They heard us speaking English, so this boy who is fluent in English decided to respond to us in our native language as a show of good service.”
Roy Speede: “Whatever, bro. It’s just whatever. Either way, though, I still gotta say, I’m really glad that you showed up to help me out of this whole mess with Pepsi.”
McDonalds Employee: “We only serve Coca Cola products here, sir. I am sorry!”
Roy Speede: “No, no, I’m sorry bro, I’m not talking about the drink; I’m talking about that shitty wrestler with the knockoff attempt at a Flock of Seagulls Haircut whose idea of being a good wrestler is cheating to win matches and screwing over everybody he gets into the ring against.”
McDonalds Employee: “Are you referring to Billy Pepsi? He is my hero! I am a big fan of his and I still am sorry I did not see his match tonight! I feel horrible about that! Yes sir, horrible indeed!”
Roy Speede: “I hope to god there’s another person in this restaurant who can speak English besides you, or else I’m going to have to point at the sign to order what I want...”
Alex Haden: “Uh, kid... You miiiiight want to run.”
The employee backs up, and the manager steps in front of him.
McDonalds Manager: “Can I help you sir?”
Roy Speede: “Yes, I’ll have a double cheeseburger and a large Coke.”
Alex Haden: “And I’d like an order of Chicken McNuggets please. And a large Coke.”
McDonalds Manager: “That is not what I had in mind. Why were you trying to scare my employee?”
Roy Speede: “Tell your employee not to support cheaters, and I won’t get so angry at him.”
McDonalds Manager: “He is free to choose in whom he believes. I have no right to stop him from doing so.”
Roy Speede: “Alright, suit yourself. Just get me my food, and I’ll be on my way.”
The scene fades out.
The following is a post on the blog of Roy Speede.
Well, damn, it’s been a while since I’ve written on my blog, hasn’t it guys? Way. Too. Frickin’. Long.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. You guys want to hear from The Silver Lining every damn day, don’t you? I don’t blame you; everybody seems to want to hear from me on a daily basis whenever they can, and it just doesn’t seem that I can do it all that often anymore, now that I’m on the biggest stage of them all and working a fulltime schedule in South America. I hope to god that I can get back to the states and continue wrestling where I belong from then on out; I’m an American through and through!
No, no, I know what some of you are thinking, and I’m not prejudiced against people not from the States, but it’s something special when you can wrestle in front of the hometown fans, and for me, there’s nothing quite like it. I love touring and wrestling in Argentina and Brazil and Peru, but I belong right there in the United States, where I’m never more than a day’s worth of a flight from Richmond, and I’m never further from the fans that adore me most than a quick tweet! Half the time I don’t even have internet access down here and it’s a frickin’ pain in the ass!
Anyway, I’m so glad to get to write again, and I hope I can get the chance to respond to a few fan questions later on tonight before I head to bed, but right now I’m keeping this message strictly business since right now, I’ve got a whole lot on my mind and I’m not very good at calculating the exchange rates for how much it costs for wifi in my hotel room! I mean, I’d love to say I have unlimited funds to spend just so I can sit here and give shout-outs to you guys twenty-four seven, but things like that just don’t work out very well, and being in Brazil, it adds a whole new meaning to the term ‘Get Real’.
Sorry, for those of you who don’t know, that last one was a joke on the fact that the Brazilian currency is called a Real.
Aaanyway, I’ve got a lot on my plate, and right now things aren’t going exactly the way I’d been hoping they would be, so here’s hoping that things get back on the right track for us; I lost to Pepsi in my return match, and I’ve been pinned by that bastard twice, and I’m sick of it; he knows he hasn’t seen the last of me, and he knows that I’m going to be targeting him more than ever to make sure he doesn’t get away with this sort of hasty cheap shot victory he’s gotten over me twice in the last two editions of Monday Night Meltdown.
I brought in a manager, a guy you all might know quite well, my cousin Alex Haden, and he’s here to watch my back now, so that I don’t have to worry about Pepsi and his little butt buddy double teaming me for any more cheap shots! If things go according to plan, I’ll get my shot at Pepsi for real at the Mayhem Pay-Per-View that’s coming up quite soon, and you’ll all get to see me kick Pepsi’s ass and send that soda-head, whose head is so full of caffeine his thought processes must be blown to bits, back to wherever the hell he’s from so that I can take control of this show like I have every right to.
But before that even rolls around, I’ve got bigger fish to fry; this match I’ve got upcoming for me on Meltdown in Brazil is my first match back not featuring Billy Pepsi, and I plan to make the most of it. So far that kid’s been like a crude, unruly little kryptonite for me, and I’m going to make sure that I score my first big singles victory with the APW this week, and I’ll be carrying momentum on my side when I do get my hands on that dipshit again.
This week, I’ve got to face Leon Roberts, the guy some people have told me is called ‘The Virus’, a guy who is probably nothing more than a common cold in a world where only Pneumonia, AIDS, and Cancer get any real recognition anymore. He’s the guy who has a cold, sickening personality and the same slow, almost frozen and shaking presence in the ring whenever he faces real talent; I could imagine it now, that he’d almost be the guy to get into that ring, and before the bell even rings would get up and run up the ramp backstage rather than face The Silver Lining.
Oh, and would you look at that! I’m facing another Canadian wrestler! It seems like these days everyone from Toronto thinks they can wrestle and is taking an opportunity to sign with the company to try to prove they’re not just like every other sport from Toronto. They’re trying to prove that city as a whole isn’t complete crap, and that they actually do have something worth noting. But just like the Raptors, the Maple Leafs, and the Blue Jays, Leon Roberts is just your typical, run of the mill cellar dweller, the guy who lives at the bottom of the roster and gets paid just to show up without actually doing anything significant.
Wait! Speaking of doing something significant, I heard his wife is a solid ten from a few reliable sources, and I’m going to go ahead and give that a nod; if nothing else he was able to get a girl. I’ll give him credit for that, but don’t think much of it when it comes to wrestling; he’d have to be damn good between the sheets to get and keep a fine piece of ass like that chick, and Leon Roberts, I get the vibe, is the type of simpleton who would be completely unable to figure out how to obtain and showcase a talent in more than one field.
So I guess that means if by some chance he manages to beat me, I should give his wife a call, huh?
No, no, in all seriousness, yeah, he’s got a gorgeous wife, but that’s all he’s got going for him. The virus is nothing more than some idiotic son of a bitch who just so happened to get lucky enough to find himself a nearly flawless woman in this world where appearance seems to make all the difference in the world. And that’s all that he’s got going for him. He certainly doesn’t have luck, seeing as he’s been matched up against me in the wrestling ring, and when I beat him on Monday, I’ll be able to prove beyond any reasonable doubt that he has any actual wrestling ability or skill.
No, before I end up going off on some even more skewed and completely pointless tirade for you all, I’d just like to point out one little thing about this guy; he’s the virus. He’s been wrestling with that moniker on his back for some time now, too, and though some may think he’s infectious, he’s finally met his match. I’m the cure for the disease that is his piss-poor wrestling ability, and I’m the cure for the plague upon this company of under-par wrestling ability. I’m the one who is coming into this company with the insight into what truly will get this company even further into the wrestling world, and I’m going to do everything in my power to implement that knowledge; it all starts by scoring this victory and sending Leon Roberts packing.
As far as the rest of this company, my sights are set aiming at one specific target, and that one target only, and that’s Billy Pepsi. I’m going to get my revenge, and that fool is going to get what is coming to him ; it’s just a matter of time, and when I get my hands on him, he’s going to see exactly what happens when you mess with greatness. I have the talent necessary to make it big in this business, and yet people like him skate by through cheap, underhanded, cheating tactics, and I’m going to shut him up permanently.
So while this company is throwing detours into my path like this ‘Virus’ guy, Leon Roberts, it won’t sway me from my goal. I’m going to plow right through Leon Roberts like only The Silver Lining can, and once I break through the one dark cloud that is The Virus, I’m going to set in my sights the goal of curing the entire plague, Roberts, Pepsi, and even our beloved North American Champion, The Guv’nor. They’re all just mere infections holding back this company that was once, and still is at the pinnacle of the wrestling world, and now that Action Packed Wrestling is becoming known not as the top company in the wrestling world, but as only one of the top companies, it shows that someone, or some groups of people, are holding this company back.
I’m going to be the one that shows everyone just who those individuals are, and once they’re gone, I’m going to lead this company to new heights; I’m going to be the one who soars high after breaking through the dark and dreary times, and when I’m the North American Champion or the World Heavyweight Champion, or maybe even the Undisputed Champion, everyone will see just what this company is capable of when someone who has actual wrestling talent is at the helm.
I’m not meaning to take a shot at Terry Marvin here, but since when has there been someone who can step up to challenge him? He’s the only one leading this company right now, and he needs someone with whom he can fight not only a quality title match, but someone with whom he can lead this company to new heights, peaks that have not been reached in the wrestling world, and so many of these individuals just won’t cut it.
I’m the one that will one day be headlining for this company, and the fact that Terry Marvin has not yet found someone who can best him is solely because I have yet to face him. Just wait and see, Marvin; you’ll find your foe one of these days, and that foe is me. It’s just a matter of taking care of business that is going on in this company right now to begin with.
And that starts at Meltdown; I’m going to take care of ‘The Virus’ Leon Roberts, I’m going to beat him mercilessly, and I’m going to pin him to the mat for the one, two, three. I’m going to go on to silence the cockiness and bold arrogance of Billy Pepsi, and I’m going to send him and his sidekick Elliot Von Wilderspin packing. And then it’s a matter of holding gold in this company and leading this company to a newer, greater pinnacle than has ever been reached before, as North American Champion, or as World Champion, or as Universal Champion, or somewhere in between.
I am the one who is going to make this company great again and bring back the glory days of Action Packed Wrestling, and it’s only a matter of time.
I am the one who is going to one day lead this company to new heights, and though I am just starting out on this journey it will only be a short travel until the pinnacle of wrestling is restored.
I am the one who is going to make my mark on this company for generations to come and be remembered as one of the best.
I am The Silver Lining that shines through and brightens the pathway of this company.
Meltdown is in Brazil this week, and I’m The Silver Lining because I’m simply the greatest thing this company has to offer.
So for Leon Roberts, there’s only one thing left to do.
Get. Real.
Can You Hear Me Now!?!
I am the one who is going to one day lead this company to new heights, and though I am just starting out on this journey it will only be a short travel until the pinnacle of wrestling is restored.
I am the one who is going to make my mark on this company for generations to come and be remembered as one of the best.
I am The Silver Lining that shines through and brightens the pathway of this company.
Meltdown is in Brazil this week, and I’m The Silver Lining because I’m simply the greatest thing this company has to offer.
So for Leon Roberts, there’s only one thing left to do.
Get. Real.
Can You Hear Me Now!?!
