Post by papapancho on May 5, 2013 23:59:35 GMT -4
“Sang Real. The Trust. Robina Hood. All egotistical maniacs with delusions of grandeur. But what do all three have in common besides that? I’m scoreless against them. Except in my debut against Evan McDonald I’ve done nothing but lose on Meltdown.”
Yanzel Holmes sits in front of El José “Pachencho” Romero Stadium. He’s wearing a dark hoodie pulled over his ears and wearing adidas tights. It’s already dark and the stadium lights shine bright above him casting him in the shadows.
“Maybe your first loss you forgive. Maybe the second things just didn’t go your way. But after going on this losing streak I had to admit that there was something wrong. Specifically something wrong with me. Was it my skill? Was it my motivation? Was it my head? Heart? My boxing skill and training have been up to par. My punches come from all angles and my head is constantly moving and not creating a standing target. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about holding my kids again since I joined up with APW on this South America tour. All I’ve thought about is beating every single last one of you. But my heart …. My heart hasn’t been in it. My words these past few weeks have been hollow.”
He puffs on a cigarette that he was holding in his hand. He blows the smoke out and flicks it out of camera view.
“They’ve been hollow because while talking about winning I’ve done everything to make sure I don’t standout. I’ve been trying to collect a check while not trying to make an example of myself. I’ve done the exact opposite of what each of my own opponents have done. They have all the victories and I’ve got all the losses. Does this mean I need more charisma? Do I need to indulge my own thoughts of delusions of grandeur? My opponents the past few weeks would scream from the heavens; YES!! They’d like to make you think that there are people who are just plain born better, scarier, more dangerous based off social economics and good genes.”
“But there wrong. People aren’t better because their born a certain way or they act a certain way or because they’re willing to sell their own grandmothers to make it. It takes heart and I haven’t had any. I thought if I couldn’t ruffle any feathers I could just have matches, get paid, and walk away without a scratch on me. Sang Réal made it very clear that’s exactly what I was doing. They were right. I wasn’t in it for the love of the sport. I was just trying to get paid. And all I’ve been paid is the losers share of the purse.”
Yanzel turns to the camera approaching it and pointing the rear exit where wrestlers are shuffling through.
“These men sweat, bleed, and put themselves through more pain than should be humanly possible in order to win matches and that’s without even thinking about the money. In order for me to start winning I need to own up to my own faults and realize that in order to feed my family and clothe them I have to pull my head out of my ass. I let Warren Peace down last week after he tried showing me the ropes. I have to give that man all the credit in the world. He took me under his wing when he didn’t have to and he coached me through our tag team bout. I’m sorry I let you down but I’ll be right there in your corner with Sang Réal. See not only did Warren give me great match advice he’s showing the world exactly what a righteous man should do. To hell with the odds. To hell with what logic would dictate. Those people need to be put in their place and through hell or high water I’m going to do it.”
“Take a look at the Guv’nor whose done nothing to deserve the attacks brought on to him; all while the woman who cuts his checks cheers on blatantly. He could quit. He could sue. But through his own conviction he stands proudly in the ring holding the North American Championship and taking on all comers. Why? Because the hell with them.”
Yanzel claps his hands together and bows his head. He presses his hands against his forehead shaking them toward the camera. He picks his head up to talk to the camera.
“These men have been shaming me since I first stepped into this company. Their leading by example while I’m trying to hide within these shadows.”
Yanzel steps out from the shadows. He pulls off his hoodie showing him bare chested. The only mark on his body being the bullet wounds he suffered from his time with the LAPD.
“Like them I need to step up if I’m going to be worth anything. Because the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Robina Hood beat me three weeks ago because I was too scared of the ramifications of beating the general manager’s chosen one. I let myself be beat before I even got to the ring. Not this time. I have to change. I have been granted a second chance and I can’t afford to waste it in these shadows. So here I am standing in the bright lights and telling you Robina Hood. BRING IT. Your crowbar, your demented mind, your sick twisted concept of morality. Bring it all on because I am not scared of you or the master that controls your leash.”
“You’re damn right this is redemption for me. Redemption for my loss to you. Redemption for my family who I’ve been embarrassing. Redemption for the fans who’ve invested in me in my short time here. You can talk about my family. You can call my kids. You think that’s going to make me less dangerous or more dangerous? You’re evil Robina. There’s no redeeming moral characteristic to you. You love beating people down with your crowbar because it makes you feel good. The rewards that come because of it … that’s just icing on the cake. So I’m going to give you what you love. I’m going to give you more pain than you have ever experience in your life. I’m not going to stop till the pain you love becomes the pain you hate.”
“ You can try to cloud the match with your theatrics but my mind has been clearer than ever before. I know I can’t hide who I was. But the badge didn’t make me a righteous man. I made the badge righteous because of the man that I am. Those doors I pointed to earlier … that represents a new beginning for me. I walk through those doors I shed the fear of putting myself in harms way. I shed the fear that I have for upsetting those in power. I stand for what’s right not because it makes me popular or because it gains me money but because it’s what we are supposed to do as men. “
“I walk through those doors and into that ring a new man. A focused man. A man who understands the evil you represent Robina and why I cannot let you continue to succeed. With every win that you get your confidence and your bravery only grows. You so quickly touted your accomplishments. You bragged about waving a knife and beating a man with a weapon. I might not be with the law anymore but the morals that I had in that job I still have. I’ve been hiding from them because I thought I would have an easier time making more money. But all I’ve done is make myself into a losing hypocrite. I know now that it was those morals that made me a success and will make me a success against the likes of you, the trust and Sang Réal.”
“So this is me world. Yanzel Holmes not hiding anymore. I have to go to that ring and do the right thing and that’s put Robina Hood down. I need to make her scream and tap out to my kimura lock and show her the pain she has put others in. She needs to understand that there are consequences for her actions.”
‘And I know that doing this will put a mark on my back. Just like it did for the Guv’nor and just like it did for Warren Peace. I can’t afford to care about that because as I’ve learned no matter what your profession there’s always someone out there trying to bring you down and take you out.”
“So Robina get ready to meet the REAL Yanzel Holmes. You called my kids. You taunted them. You called me out. Now I need to show you why I’m the baddest man alive. And to hell with the repercussions.”
Yanzel Holmes sits in front of El José “Pachencho” Romero Stadium. He’s wearing a dark hoodie pulled over his ears and wearing adidas tights. It’s already dark and the stadium lights shine bright above him casting him in the shadows.
“Maybe your first loss you forgive. Maybe the second things just didn’t go your way. But after going on this losing streak I had to admit that there was something wrong. Specifically something wrong with me. Was it my skill? Was it my motivation? Was it my head? Heart? My boxing skill and training have been up to par. My punches come from all angles and my head is constantly moving and not creating a standing target. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought about holding my kids again since I joined up with APW on this South America tour. All I’ve thought about is beating every single last one of you. But my heart …. My heart hasn’t been in it. My words these past few weeks have been hollow.”
He puffs on a cigarette that he was holding in his hand. He blows the smoke out and flicks it out of camera view.
“They’ve been hollow because while talking about winning I’ve done everything to make sure I don’t standout. I’ve been trying to collect a check while not trying to make an example of myself. I’ve done the exact opposite of what each of my own opponents have done. They have all the victories and I’ve got all the losses. Does this mean I need more charisma? Do I need to indulge my own thoughts of delusions of grandeur? My opponents the past few weeks would scream from the heavens; YES!! They’d like to make you think that there are people who are just plain born better, scarier, more dangerous based off social economics and good genes.”
“But there wrong. People aren’t better because their born a certain way or they act a certain way or because they’re willing to sell their own grandmothers to make it. It takes heart and I haven’t had any. I thought if I couldn’t ruffle any feathers I could just have matches, get paid, and walk away without a scratch on me. Sang Réal made it very clear that’s exactly what I was doing. They were right. I wasn’t in it for the love of the sport. I was just trying to get paid. And all I’ve been paid is the losers share of the purse.”
Yanzel turns to the camera approaching it and pointing the rear exit where wrestlers are shuffling through.
“These men sweat, bleed, and put themselves through more pain than should be humanly possible in order to win matches and that’s without even thinking about the money. In order for me to start winning I need to own up to my own faults and realize that in order to feed my family and clothe them I have to pull my head out of my ass. I let Warren Peace down last week after he tried showing me the ropes. I have to give that man all the credit in the world. He took me under his wing when he didn’t have to and he coached me through our tag team bout. I’m sorry I let you down but I’ll be right there in your corner with Sang Réal. See not only did Warren give me great match advice he’s showing the world exactly what a righteous man should do. To hell with the odds. To hell with what logic would dictate. Those people need to be put in their place and through hell or high water I’m going to do it.”
“Take a look at the Guv’nor whose done nothing to deserve the attacks brought on to him; all while the woman who cuts his checks cheers on blatantly. He could quit. He could sue. But through his own conviction he stands proudly in the ring holding the North American Championship and taking on all comers. Why? Because the hell with them.”
Yanzel claps his hands together and bows his head. He presses his hands against his forehead shaking them toward the camera. He picks his head up to talk to the camera.
“These men have been shaming me since I first stepped into this company. Their leading by example while I’m trying to hide within these shadows.”
Yanzel steps out from the shadows. He pulls off his hoodie showing him bare chested. The only mark on his body being the bullet wounds he suffered from his time with the LAPD.
“Like them I need to step up if I’m going to be worth anything. Because the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Robina Hood beat me three weeks ago because I was too scared of the ramifications of beating the general manager’s chosen one. I let myself be beat before I even got to the ring. Not this time. I have to change. I have been granted a second chance and I can’t afford to waste it in these shadows. So here I am standing in the bright lights and telling you Robina Hood. BRING IT. Your crowbar, your demented mind, your sick twisted concept of morality. Bring it all on because I am not scared of you or the master that controls your leash.”
“You’re damn right this is redemption for me. Redemption for my loss to you. Redemption for my family who I’ve been embarrassing. Redemption for the fans who’ve invested in me in my short time here. You can talk about my family. You can call my kids. You think that’s going to make me less dangerous or more dangerous? You’re evil Robina. There’s no redeeming moral characteristic to you. You love beating people down with your crowbar because it makes you feel good. The rewards that come because of it … that’s just icing on the cake. So I’m going to give you what you love. I’m going to give you more pain than you have ever experience in your life. I’m not going to stop till the pain you love becomes the pain you hate.”
“ You can try to cloud the match with your theatrics but my mind has been clearer than ever before. I know I can’t hide who I was. But the badge didn’t make me a righteous man. I made the badge righteous because of the man that I am. Those doors I pointed to earlier … that represents a new beginning for me. I walk through those doors I shed the fear of putting myself in harms way. I shed the fear that I have for upsetting those in power. I stand for what’s right not because it makes me popular or because it gains me money but because it’s what we are supposed to do as men. “
“I walk through those doors and into that ring a new man. A focused man. A man who understands the evil you represent Robina and why I cannot let you continue to succeed. With every win that you get your confidence and your bravery only grows. You so quickly touted your accomplishments. You bragged about waving a knife and beating a man with a weapon. I might not be with the law anymore but the morals that I had in that job I still have. I’ve been hiding from them because I thought I would have an easier time making more money. But all I’ve done is make myself into a losing hypocrite. I know now that it was those morals that made me a success and will make me a success against the likes of you, the trust and Sang Réal.”
“So this is me world. Yanzel Holmes not hiding anymore. I have to go to that ring and do the right thing and that’s put Robina Hood down. I need to make her scream and tap out to my kimura lock and show her the pain she has put others in. She needs to understand that there are consequences for her actions.”
‘And I know that doing this will put a mark on my back. Just like it did for the Guv’nor and just like it did for Warren Peace. I can’t afford to care about that because as I’ve learned no matter what your profession there’s always someone out there trying to bring you down and take you out.”
“So Robina get ready to meet the REAL Yanzel Holmes. You called my kids. You taunted them. You called me out. Now I need to show you why I’m the baddest man alive. And to hell with the repercussions.”
