Post by sh17 on Feb 1, 2010 23:57:10 GMT -6
The Albano-Williams Complex is alive with the sounds of potential grapplers. Two men occupy the ring in the middle of the cavernous main training room, while some observe and do mat works on the heavily padded red mats around the outside of the ring. One of the kids in the middle just can't get it right, and ends up getting smacked around by his opponent, who looks to be of European descent. The muffled cries and screams finally out of his office draw Vincent Matthews, who is dressed in track paints and a black t shirt. With a scowl on his face, he slides into the ring, instructs the dominant one to back off. He then motions for all to join him in the ring, and once the crowd gathers he begins to speak directly to the fallen student.
I realize you are in here against my top student, and the next big star in this business, but this is just pathetic. You showed less effort than a pop musician on stage for a concert. You should be ashamed, and quite frankly I don't even know why you are here. You seem like you'd be better suited playing one of those fantasy games on the Internet, where you spend countless hours in front of a computer leveling up some useless virtual human life form that will never truly exist no matter how much you dream about it. Is that what you want, if it is then feel free to crawl out of this ring and out the door. I have no interest in keeping you here, because you are useless to me, the other students, and this training center. What do you have to say for yourself?
The student looks up at Matthews, who has a cold glare in his blue eyes staring right back down at him. The boy whimpers, and this infuriates Matthews. Violently, he jerks the boy up, and drops him to the mat with the Fatal Sin. Matthew then grabs the boy by the back of his clothes, and forcefully slides him out of the ring onto a patch of concrete around the ring not covered by padding. All of the other students looked shocked, except for the one Matthews referred to as his top student. He smiles deceitfully, and looks almost pleased at what his teacher just did.
Vlad, take that piece of garbage outside. It shouldn't be too hard, he's unconscious. If he wakes up when you are disposing of him, tell him if he ever sets foot in this building again it will be the worst mistake he can make in his pitiful excuse of a life.
Dah, sir.
Vlad, as Matthews referred to him as, exits the ring and throws the kid over his shoulder and walks out. The crowd in the ring starts to disperse, but Matthews yells at them causing them to halt and turn back around.
Just hold on a minute, I'm not done yet. What you just saw was an example. An example of what does NOT belong here, or in any professional wrestling ring. That was weakness personified, and I will have no part of it in this gym. It has no place in this business furthermore. I did not get where I am, and you will not get where you need to be by showing any form of weakness. You must become competitors that rival the great statues of Greek and Roman gods. Strong, forceful, fearful, and unparalleled in all that you do. You want to act like some sort of jackass, well then I'm sure that joke of a dojo run by my opponent at The Main Event will be more than happy to waste his time on you. But I'm not here to waste time.
Speaking of my opponent, congratulations you finally learned what a rematch clause is. I know you were probably holding out for a competitor to somehow Buster Douglas me and then swoop in with it, but face the facts. That belt sitting in my office is going NOWHERE! And of all the places it could possibly go, around your pathetic little wormy waist will be the last place I will see it. See Soul Reaper, you want to be this almighty figure. Someone that people look up too, well quite frankly that is a sucker's game. I don't want people to look up to me, I want them to respect me. Respect is not earned by being nice, or showing humanity. It's earned by being ruthless, and proving yourself when the light shines brightest on you. I have competed in the main event of SNW's past three pay per views, and being the best asset this company has I have no down that when WrestleStock rolls into the Deathstar, my name will be at the top of the card again. There is a reason I am champion, and it is not because I kissed someone's ass. It's not because I slept with the bitchy daughter of the company's owner. It's because I devoted my blood, my sweat, my tears to becoming all I could be.
Which is what I am here to teach all of you young, green wrestlers. You are all here because you want to train with the best. Don't be mistaken, you are with the best but that is nowhere near enough. Just because you can say Vincent Matthews taught you the ropes, doesn't add up to a hill of crap. You want to get where I am, you want to headline pay per views and sell out arenas, you work your ass off. You never give up, you work until they have no possible way to deny you. No matter how you do it, just like you did to get in here, you prove that you belong where you are! There are no free rides, no hand outs, and no excuses. Gentlemen, the journey to the top of the wrestling landscape is long. It is treacherous, with road blocks abound and countless ways that could derail and end you. If you want it bad enough, though, none of that will matter. That is what I am going to instill in you. Not wrestling holds or ring psychology, or film study. I will instill in you the heart, the stubbornness it takes to become a champion. That's what it takes. I want every single one of you to watch when I defeat Reaper again at The Main Event to retain my title. I'm going to do it the only way I know how, the way I got here. By leaving no doubt, and never letting up. Get back to work.
Matthews scans the crowd, and walks out of the ring while the students go back to training. The looks on their faces indicate that they are obviously thinking about what their teacher just said as they lock up again.
I realize you are in here against my top student, and the next big star in this business, but this is just pathetic. You showed less effort than a pop musician on stage for a concert. You should be ashamed, and quite frankly I don't even know why you are here. You seem like you'd be better suited playing one of those fantasy games on the Internet, where you spend countless hours in front of a computer leveling up some useless virtual human life form that will never truly exist no matter how much you dream about it. Is that what you want, if it is then feel free to crawl out of this ring and out the door. I have no interest in keeping you here, because you are useless to me, the other students, and this training center. What do you have to say for yourself?
The student looks up at Matthews, who has a cold glare in his blue eyes staring right back down at him. The boy whimpers, and this infuriates Matthews. Violently, he jerks the boy up, and drops him to the mat with the Fatal Sin. Matthew then grabs the boy by the back of his clothes, and forcefully slides him out of the ring onto a patch of concrete around the ring not covered by padding. All of the other students looked shocked, except for the one Matthews referred to as his top student. He smiles deceitfully, and looks almost pleased at what his teacher just did.
Vlad, take that piece of garbage outside. It shouldn't be too hard, he's unconscious. If he wakes up when you are disposing of him, tell him if he ever sets foot in this building again it will be the worst mistake he can make in his pitiful excuse of a life.
Dah, sir.
Vlad, as Matthews referred to him as, exits the ring and throws the kid over his shoulder and walks out. The crowd in the ring starts to disperse, but Matthews yells at them causing them to halt and turn back around.
Just hold on a minute, I'm not done yet. What you just saw was an example. An example of what does NOT belong here, or in any professional wrestling ring. That was weakness personified, and I will have no part of it in this gym. It has no place in this business furthermore. I did not get where I am, and you will not get where you need to be by showing any form of weakness. You must become competitors that rival the great statues of Greek and Roman gods. Strong, forceful, fearful, and unparalleled in all that you do. You want to act like some sort of jackass, well then I'm sure that joke of a dojo run by my opponent at The Main Event will be more than happy to waste his time on you. But I'm not here to waste time.
Speaking of my opponent, congratulations you finally learned what a rematch clause is. I know you were probably holding out for a competitor to somehow Buster Douglas me and then swoop in with it, but face the facts. That belt sitting in my office is going NOWHERE! And of all the places it could possibly go, around your pathetic little wormy waist will be the last place I will see it. See Soul Reaper, you want to be this almighty figure. Someone that people look up too, well quite frankly that is a sucker's game. I don't want people to look up to me, I want them to respect me. Respect is not earned by being nice, or showing humanity. It's earned by being ruthless, and proving yourself when the light shines brightest on you. I have competed in the main event of SNW's past three pay per views, and being the best asset this company has I have no down that when WrestleStock rolls into the Deathstar, my name will be at the top of the card again. There is a reason I am champion, and it is not because I kissed someone's ass. It's not because I slept with the bitchy daughter of the company's owner. It's because I devoted my blood, my sweat, my tears to becoming all I could be.
Which is what I am here to teach all of you young, green wrestlers. You are all here because you want to train with the best. Don't be mistaken, you are with the best but that is nowhere near enough. Just because you can say Vincent Matthews taught you the ropes, doesn't add up to a hill of crap. You want to get where I am, you want to headline pay per views and sell out arenas, you work your ass off. You never give up, you work until they have no possible way to deny you. No matter how you do it, just like you did to get in here, you prove that you belong where you are! There are no free rides, no hand outs, and no excuses. Gentlemen, the journey to the top of the wrestling landscape is long. It is treacherous, with road blocks abound and countless ways that could derail and end you. If you want it bad enough, though, none of that will matter. That is what I am going to instill in you. Not wrestling holds or ring psychology, or film study. I will instill in you the heart, the stubbornness it takes to become a champion. That's what it takes. I want every single one of you to watch when I defeat Reaper again at The Main Event to retain my title. I'm going to do it the only way I know how, the way I got here. By leaving no doubt, and never letting up. Get back to work.
Matthews scans the crowd, and walks out of the ring while the students go back to training. The looks on their faces indicate that they are obviously thinking about what their teacher just said as they lock up again.