Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2015 21:49:35 GMT -6
So NEW…this is yet another new place and a place full of disrespect. Well correction…only Al Envy is disrespectful. But him I will deal with in due time. For now, I must get my mind focused…even though right now it is clouded and full of doubt. I think I need to head down to Florida and get a few things squared away first.
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March 25, 2015
Miami Florida
I wanted to get things square with her first. My own sister, I needed to get things finally right with the past problems we had. I was still taking flack for a lot of the things she did but now? She is getting life straight. So here I was, at her new office for her new job. I knocked on the door and as she turned around, her smile made me happy.
“Glad you could make it out Ricky.”
“Glad I was able to come out Dazi.”
I came inside, the tension in the room slowly building. It was just hiding behind smiles. Had she indeed changed? I sat down, taking a deep breath while Dazi just leaned back looking at me. The look was one of confusion and here I was just trying to think of what to say. It was her to make the first move, and I was not worried, she spoke her mind. Even I had no clue what she would say though.
“I saw NEW last night. Are you really sure you want to piss someone else off?”
I looked at her. So, she did see the show. Then she obviously knew why I was here.
“You saw what happened. I just showed an ounce of respect.”
“Yes, respect. The one thing our mother had more than our father and the one thing you picked up on very quickly.”
I needed that slap back into reality. If anyone could, it would be Dazielle. The last remaining flesh and blood I have left. She gets up, closing the door and left me to sit there and stew in what she said for a moment. When she came back, she sat there, her elbow on the desk.
“Tell me Ricky, when Blair or Scarlet knock you out…will you have anything to show for it?”
I held my tongue, not wanting to lash out at her. She did have the mental stability of our father…and that is reaching for a compliment to find none. She just tapped her nails against the desk.
“Come on Mr. Molaroni, you cannot be serious. Never speaking to me? Your sister? And about all that is going on in your life. So many haters. So many doubters and people that cannot trust you when you should be trusted. The admiration you have gained from like-minded people…it is amazing!”
Her laugh was one I could no longer bear to stomach and I stood from my chair. My look to her was one of disappointment.
“I thought I could come out and actually be civil with you Dazielle. Now I see that was a waste of time.”
“Richard Molaroni, when will you get the bigger picture? Blair, Scarlet, Buck. These people are legends. There are some up and comers as well. You have a rookie like Tegan Taylor, some people think that she will take it all. Is your skin going to be soft as ice cream when it comes to the ladder match?”
My reaction was swift, as my hands glided along her desk, the contents flying off and onto the floor. I then glared at her, the twisted smile on her face meant that I was not about to get any kind of closure with her. So, I just laid it all out there.
“I see the departure of Jessica hasn’t changed. You are still warped beyond all hope. I will lay it out like this. My very first match was a ladder match, and I won it. The money I made from that one match in ACE paid for this office space. The fact you were unable to hack the in ring aspect of the business….don’t you dare question my morals, integrity or hopes and dreams. It is quite obvious you still have none.”
I turned my back, taking a deep breath before walking toward the door. I could hear the gasp and the exasperation in her as I opened the door. Before she had the chance to say anything, I walked out, slamming the door shut behind me. A loud, ear piercing shrill would be heard as I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Dialing a number, my confident smile returned.
“Driver, I am through here.”
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It is safe to say that in and out of the business there will always be haters. Even in what you think is your closest circle of friends. Hell, I don’t have many people in my life…and those I do hate me. Meh, oh well. I need to shrug it off, draft is coming up very soon. This will be the deciding factor to my fate…and NEW future as I know it.
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March 27, 2015
Los Angeles California
I had invited my friend and owner of my father’s oil refinery; Jason, over for a drink as the NEW draft was about to get under way. The vodka was poured and Jason sat down in front of me. The radio had been turned up and we anxiously awaited for my name to be called. As people were being called up from one brand to the next, I expected the order of the draft. Champions, challengers all being ready to represent and all had a history with the company as a whole. We manage to get to the sixth round and we finally hear my name called. I smile with a very wicked grin. Jason just looked at me.
“Well big shot, first pick in the sixth round. How does it feel knowing you won’t be able to touch Envy after he slapped you?”
I laughed now. Jason had made the funniest joke ever.
“First off, you can’t worry me with Envy right now. All the best laid plans take time. Now that I am on a second show, my time must be focused there, not him. I have a load to prove.”
“So when is the first match for you?”
“April Fifth.”
He bit his bottom lip, knowing that my look was one of confusion at him. Was there something I had missed? Maybe, but this meant more to me than this stupid oil company.
“Spit it out.”
“You know the big shareholder meeting is then. You are putting it all off for a shot at wrestling?”
I shook my head, taking the glass of bourbon and gripping on to it.
“There is a reason you are running things, not me. We have been over this before Jason. So either do your job, do it right or I will find someone else that can and will do it better than you.”
“But…”
“Do you think I am joking with you?”
We eyed each other, the intense stare down giving me a rather massive headache. Jason broke, sitting his glass on the desk before standing up.
“Good luck champ. You are going to need it with what wrestling puts you through. Hope you have the heart of your father…”
“Get out.”
It was all I could say, I was growing tired, frustrated of him being there. He left, and as he shut the door, I stared at the glass in my hand. Then, without thinking I threw the glass. The shattering looked amazing and I just watched and had one thing I was thinking about.
Do I really need his cold soul?
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Nature has a way of calming me, relaxing my mind. I figured that now would be my time to speak on the events of what happened at Ignite, plus Demented. What better way of doing that than going to the one place that I know I can think clearly enough to speak. Where I find my peace. In nature.
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The scene opens up to Saguaro National Park outside of Tucson Arizona. There is cactus and rolling flat land for miles. I am what is sticking out of the whole tranquil scene, sitting in the back bed of my pickup truck, just staring out in the open space.
“For those that have lived under a rock since Ignite, allow me to re-introduce myself. I’m Ricky Molaroni. Most have heard that name…some have not. I was the one that signed a contract to NEW after Al Envy slapped me directly in the face…”
I take a deep breath, calming myself just a bit. I then put a confident smile on my face.
“That is not why I am here, speaking now. I am here because April fifth fast approaches and New Demented is at hand. Silver briefcase match. The winner can cash in at any time. The title represents their brand. For me? Lights Out, the number one brand with some of the brightest and best talent…just like this match. We have legends, up and comers and rookies like myself here.”
I hop out of the truck, grabbing a stick in hand. I then start scrawling several names within the sand, the names of my opponents. Teagan, Avon, Blair, Scarlet, Buck. Names of whom I kept repeating in my head over and over as I finished. I looked down and just stare at the writing in the sand.
“Legends like Buck, Scarlet and Blair are all wanting the golden spotlight once more. Scarlet…the wife of Jesse Styles…Blair and Buck, names of whom are linked with NEW as a whole. Avon, an up and comer who is making quite a name already and only can go up here in this match. Teagan, like me is a literal unknown. We are both making our debut. There are some like Scott Draven and The Dream…we all have one thing in common. We want to climb the ladder. We want that NEW success and fame that goes with it.”
Without hesitation, my foot graces itself across the sand, stomping out the names. Then my eyes shot back up, my body feeling like a fire had been lit under me. I grabbed the stick again, signing my name and putting ‘silver briefcase winner’ under it.
“The differences between me and my opponents are vast. Does Tegan have the experience under the big lights? When all the pressure is on, does she indeed have what it takes? I have been in high pressure matches already in my three month career. I have come out on top. Blair, Scarlet, Buck…how much more do these three have left in the tank? How much more can their body handle? Will they be able to take the pain of me ripping shoulders from sockets? Because if I have to, I will do just that to gain this briefcase. Scott, Dream, and the rest…will we hear from them? Probably, probably not. Would it matter? Because their fate is sealed.”
I then get in the back of my truck, pulling out a ladder and climbed to the top. I sat on it, looking out at the sky.
“In the end, only one name will be called. Everyone will remember this as the night that they hear one name, which will soon be a silver briefcase winner. Mine. Ricky Molaroni, the golden dragon. Every place I have stepped in, I have become golden and won in high pressure situations. April fifth will be no different. Because that is the night I will win not only my debut, but the briefcase that holds my future inside of it. NEW get ready. The landscape of this company is about to change drastically.”
I look back up at the sun as it is setting in the sky, my mind drifting off. I was ready. This is my moment.
I will shine bright in NEW.
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March 25, 2015
Miami Florida
I wanted to get things square with her first. My own sister, I needed to get things finally right with the past problems we had. I was still taking flack for a lot of the things she did but now? She is getting life straight. So here I was, at her new office for her new job. I knocked on the door and as she turned around, her smile made me happy.
“Glad you could make it out Ricky.”
“Glad I was able to come out Dazi.”
I came inside, the tension in the room slowly building. It was just hiding behind smiles. Had she indeed changed? I sat down, taking a deep breath while Dazi just leaned back looking at me. The look was one of confusion and here I was just trying to think of what to say. It was her to make the first move, and I was not worried, she spoke her mind. Even I had no clue what she would say though.
“I saw NEW last night. Are you really sure you want to piss someone else off?”
I looked at her. So, she did see the show. Then she obviously knew why I was here.
“You saw what happened. I just showed an ounce of respect.”
“Yes, respect. The one thing our mother had more than our father and the one thing you picked up on very quickly.”
I needed that slap back into reality. If anyone could, it would be Dazielle. The last remaining flesh and blood I have left. She gets up, closing the door and left me to sit there and stew in what she said for a moment. When she came back, she sat there, her elbow on the desk.
“Tell me Ricky, when Blair or Scarlet knock you out…will you have anything to show for it?”
I held my tongue, not wanting to lash out at her. She did have the mental stability of our father…and that is reaching for a compliment to find none. She just tapped her nails against the desk.
“Come on Mr. Molaroni, you cannot be serious. Never speaking to me? Your sister? And about all that is going on in your life. So many haters. So many doubters and people that cannot trust you when you should be trusted. The admiration you have gained from like-minded people…it is amazing!”
Her laugh was one I could no longer bear to stomach and I stood from my chair. My look to her was one of disappointment.
“I thought I could come out and actually be civil with you Dazielle. Now I see that was a waste of time.”
“Richard Molaroni, when will you get the bigger picture? Blair, Scarlet, Buck. These people are legends. There are some up and comers as well. You have a rookie like Tegan Taylor, some people think that she will take it all. Is your skin going to be soft as ice cream when it comes to the ladder match?”
My reaction was swift, as my hands glided along her desk, the contents flying off and onto the floor. I then glared at her, the twisted smile on her face meant that I was not about to get any kind of closure with her. So, I just laid it all out there.
“I see the departure of Jessica hasn’t changed. You are still warped beyond all hope. I will lay it out like this. My very first match was a ladder match, and I won it. The money I made from that one match in ACE paid for this office space. The fact you were unable to hack the in ring aspect of the business….don’t you dare question my morals, integrity or hopes and dreams. It is quite obvious you still have none.”
I turned my back, taking a deep breath before walking toward the door. I could hear the gasp and the exasperation in her as I opened the door. Before she had the chance to say anything, I walked out, slamming the door shut behind me. A loud, ear piercing shrill would be heard as I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Dialing a number, my confident smile returned.
“Driver, I am through here.”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
It is safe to say that in and out of the business there will always be haters. Even in what you think is your closest circle of friends. Hell, I don’t have many people in my life…and those I do hate me. Meh, oh well. I need to shrug it off, draft is coming up very soon. This will be the deciding factor to my fate…and NEW future as I know it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
March 27, 2015
Los Angeles California
I had invited my friend and owner of my father’s oil refinery; Jason, over for a drink as the NEW draft was about to get under way. The vodka was poured and Jason sat down in front of me. The radio had been turned up and we anxiously awaited for my name to be called. As people were being called up from one brand to the next, I expected the order of the draft. Champions, challengers all being ready to represent and all had a history with the company as a whole. We manage to get to the sixth round and we finally hear my name called. I smile with a very wicked grin. Jason just looked at me.
“Well big shot, first pick in the sixth round. How does it feel knowing you won’t be able to touch Envy after he slapped you?”
I laughed now. Jason had made the funniest joke ever.
“First off, you can’t worry me with Envy right now. All the best laid plans take time. Now that I am on a second show, my time must be focused there, not him. I have a load to prove.”
“So when is the first match for you?”
“April Fifth.”
He bit his bottom lip, knowing that my look was one of confusion at him. Was there something I had missed? Maybe, but this meant more to me than this stupid oil company.
“Spit it out.”
“You know the big shareholder meeting is then. You are putting it all off for a shot at wrestling?”
I shook my head, taking the glass of bourbon and gripping on to it.
“There is a reason you are running things, not me. We have been over this before Jason. So either do your job, do it right or I will find someone else that can and will do it better than you.”
“But…”
“Do you think I am joking with you?”
We eyed each other, the intense stare down giving me a rather massive headache. Jason broke, sitting his glass on the desk before standing up.
“Good luck champ. You are going to need it with what wrestling puts you through. Hope you have the heart of your father…”
“Get out.”
It was all I could say, I was growing tired, frustrated of him being there. He left, and as he shut the door, I stared at the glass in my hand. Then, without thinking I threw the glass. The shattering looked amazing and I just watched and had one thing I was thinking about.
Do I really need his cold soul?
-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-
Nature has a way of calming me, relaxing my mind. I figured that now would be my time to speak on the events of what happened at Ignite, plus Demented. What better way of doing that than going to the one place that I know I can think clearly enough to speak. Where I find my peace. In nature.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The scene opens up to Saguaro National Park outside of Tucson Arizona. There is cactus and rolling flat land for miles. I am what is sticking out of the whole tranquil scene, sitting in the back bed of my pickup truck, just staring out in the open space.
“For those that have lived under a rock since Ignite, allow me to re-introduce myself. I’m Ricky Molaroni. Most have heard that name…some have not. I was the one that signed a contract to NEW after Al Envy slapped me directly in the face…”
I take a deep breath, calming myself just a bit. I then put a confident smile on my face.
“That is not why I am here, speaking now. I am here because April fifth fast approaches and New Demented is at hand. Silver briefcase match. The winner can cash in at any time. The title represents their brand. For me? Lights Out, the number one brand with some of the brightest and best talent…just like this match. We have legends, up and comers and rookies like myself here.”
I hop out of the truck, grabbing a stick in hand. I then start scrawling several names within the sand, the names of my opponents. Teagan, Avon, Blair, Scarlet, Buck. Names of whom I kept repeating in my head over and over as I finished. I looked down and just stare at the writing in the sand.
“Legends like Buck, Scarlet and Blair are all wanting the golden spotlight once more. Scarlet…the wife of Jesse Styles…Blair and Buck, names of whom are linked with NEW as a whole. Avon, an up and comer who is making quite a name already and only can go up here in this match. Teagan, like me is a literal unknown. We are both making our debut. There are some like Scott Draven and The Dream…we all have one thing in common. We want to climb the ladder. We want that NEW success and fame that goes with it.”
Without hesitation, my foot graces itself across the sand, stomping out the names. Then my eyes shot back up, my body feeling like a fire had been lit under me. I grabbed the stick again, signing my name and putting ‘silver briefcase winner’ under it.
“The differences between me and my opponents are vast. Does Tegan have the experience under the big lights? When all the pressure is on, does she indeed have what it takes? I have been in high pressure matches already in my three month career. I have come out on top. Blair, Scarlet, Buck…how much more do these three have left in the tank? How much more can their body handle? Will they be able to take the pain of me ripping shoulders from sockets? Because if I have to, I will do just that to gain this briefcase. Scott, Dream, and the rest…will we hear from them? Probably, probably not. Would it matter? Because their fate is sealed.”
I then get in the back of my truck, pulling out a ladder and climbed to the top. I sat on it, looking out at the sky.
“In the end, only one name will be called. Everyone will remember this as the night that they hear one name, which will soon be a silver briefcase winner. Mine. Ricky Molaroni, the golden dragon. Every place I have stepped in, I have become golden and won in high pressure situations. April fifth will be no different. Because that is the night I will win not only my debut, but the briefcase that holds my future inside of it. NEW get ready. The landscape of this company is about to change drastically.”
I look back up at the sun as it is setting in the sky, my mind drifting off. I was ready. This is my moment.
I will shine bright in NEW.