Post by Noah Hanson on Nov 27, 2011 3:13:07 GMT -3
Beating Musso was just a forgone conclusion, he is not even close to being in the same league as me and I proved it with a pretty convincing win, a win that also got me into the Championship Chamber although not the route I intended on getting there I am still in it none the less and that is all that matters in the end. So that means that everyone in this thing is going to be looking to walk out of this mess with the highest prize ICW has to offer and that is the World title. I still believe that I should be the TV champion and after seeing Diego drop the belt in his first title defense proved it for me even more. See Diego was nothing more then the man that the staff in ICW picked as the man that was going to end my undefeated streak one way or another. He wasn't necessarily better then me but when you have a ref that is making fast counts then you can have just about anything handed to you on a sliver platter with a nice red bow wrapped on it as a topper. See the problem I have with losing to Diego is the fact that even the internet smarks have come out in droves on their blogs talking about how I was robbed and that Diego isn't even in my class and maybe they are right but when we meet in the chamber and mark my words we are going to meet Diego I am going to do everything I can do make sure that your pretty white mask is colored red by the time they have to drag your lifeless carcass from the ring and when they do that I am going to be standing next to you and I am going to ask you “El Patron” “Was it worth it?” Was it worth selling yourself like a cheap, five dollar whore just so you can say that you were the man that ended my streak? All you did was make me mad, you pissed me off, you offended me by even touching me with you soiled touch. I can still small you scent on me, the smells of tequila and re-fried beans permeate my nostrils, stinging me every time I take a breath. And then to know that I actually have to get in the ring with you to prove my dominance almost is as insulting as it is to have to get in the ring with TJ Black YET again. But its ok Diego I understand that you think you have to walk out of this match with the world title but I am going to let you in on a little fact...i am at my best in high profile matches, where others falter and fade...i shine and rise to the occasion. I have made a career out of matches like this, I have made it my life’s work to stand proudly in the spotlight, the spotlight that lusts for me, craves for me and shines on me even when I am not in the ring and there is no doubting that when I walk out of the Chamber the spotlight will once again shine firmly on the “A-Lister”.
But who could blame the spotlight for loving me the way it does? Who could blame the ladies in each and every arena for not throwing themselves at me. It's been like that for years, even though I am spoken for, even though I am a kept man it doesn't stop the ladies from stopping me in the halls and trying to get me to sign everything from panties to their own breasts, but again that is to be expected when you have someone that is a movie and TV star all over the world, someone that just oozes awesomeness and cool, someone that personifies sexy, someone that can have any woman in a room with the simplest of winks, someone that was blessed with the perfect combination of charisma, athleticism and even has a hint of bloodlust. So you see each and every one of the so called stars in the chamber are in for a long night, they are in for a fight, the likes of which they have never seen and will never see after this match because just like seeing “Hayley's Comet” it only happens once in a lifetime and that is how my greatest matches are always viewed no two are alike.
I mean it is just plain embarrassing to have to fight for the World title in a match with a man that I have wiped my boots off on time and time again. I mean just how many chances are they going to give TJ Black. I have beaten him in singles and tag action over and over, he should just have a permanent tattoo on his ass that says “Property of Noah Hanson” because I have owned his ass in every match we have appeared in and this will be no different, he might as well just walk away from the match right here, right now cause it really isn't going to matter what you do cause as long as I am in the match you just plain don't have a snowballs chance in hell of winning that match.
And then you have Johnny Razor, a man that is just about an after thought as TJ, he shows flashes of talent and brilliance but it never really pans out. I could really sit here and insult the man but really what is the point. The man has not even proven if he is a worthy fighter in all of this and basically had this chance fall in his lap like a drunken stripper. Not gonna say you don't deserve the chance cause you're nothing like TJ, you have not had the same chances as he has and so the deal is like this, I will give a few chances and then I am going to take your out of the match nice and quickly. You'll never see it coming....
Now we have Jordan Moss, a man that is finally starting to show the talent that I always thought he had . I always figured we were going to meet and this is the kinda talent that makes me smile when I face them, the kinda wrestler that I know might be able to give me the kinda fight that I need in a match like this. Bvut see this is still not the time or place for us to showcase this kind of a match up, we deserve the stage all to ourselves, yes call me a bit selfish but sometimes I like to keep my food all to myself and am not very fond of sharing. So Jordan lets just keep this short and sweet, you have no idea what you have signed up for, I don't blame you for wanting to grab that brass ring but this is just outta your grasp, this is still MY time, MY chance to shine and MY spotlight. Now you can do the honorable thing and stand aside or you can stand in my way and get put down like a rabid dog, now mind you if you choose the second option things are not going to be that pleasant for you in fact things could get pretty ugly for you. So just think things through Jordan, think about your future in this business , you can either walk away your health in tact or you can fight for this belt and maybe the only thing you have to look forward to is the fact that you might get carted out of the chamber on a stretcher. I don't call that a future...
And then finally we come to the current ICW TV champion Marc Polo, a man that is holding something in his position that belongs to me. See Marc you beat Diego for something that he should not have had in his procession from the beginning, but the politics and practices of the ICW management have allowed a pretender, a fraud to devalue the ICW TV title and then you took it from him. You have something that I never lost, I had the TV title stolen from me, it was grand larceny and I plan on filing charges against each and every member of the management for being the thieving con artists that they are and when this is all said and done I am holding MY World title over my head I am going to walk over to the time keepers table and I am going to reclaim MY TV title, it will return to the rightful spot, the ONLY spot it should be....around MY waist. But it's not your fault Marc, I can see that much and I can respect the fact that you were just fighting the man that was put in front of you, you are a fighter and battler and I can respect that but in the end all you are doing is holding something that doesn't belong to you, something that I cherish very dearly and regardless of the outcome of the Chamber I AM taking back MY TV title and you would be well advised to stay clear of me and not try to stop me from taking what belongs to me but if you do decide to challenge just make sure that you bring everything to the table,make sure you hit me with everything you have because that is the only way you stand a chance of walking out with your ass in tact, that doesn't mean you are going to win but what it does do is one thing....EARN MY RESPECT.
So in a nutshell lets review....everyone just needs to know where they stand in the pecking order around here. I am the “A-Lister” for a reason. I am the man that every woman wants, the man every other man hates and the man that every wrestler here fears. And after the Chamber I am going to be the first man to have held the TV and World title and maybe then the fans around here will give me the respect I DEMAND. And if I don't get my respect, if I don't start getting the treatment from the fans that I have earned then the only thing I can do is to beat my respect out of each and every so called star here in ICW and their blood will be on the hands of the fans.
It's all your fault!
{{Kansas City, Kansas}}
{{10 pm}}
{{Noah's Apartment}}
{Noah is shown packing his gearbag and throwing some stuff in it, he seems to look a bit agitated as he looks around tossing his blanket in the air and then rummaging through a drawer and then rubs his chin as if he is not sure what to do...}
“Watch?” Noah yelled out to Kristina.
“On the dresser...” she yelled back.
Noah turns around and smiles when he sees his watch, grabs it and slides it on and then turns and grabs his cell and tosses it in the jeans front pocket. “Where is the ICW ppv at again?”
“I forget, the flight plan is already scheduled the pilot knows where to go.” Kristina says with a smile.
“At least someone knows where the ppv is...” Noah says then rolls his eyes.
“Shut it and just finish packing...” Kristina barked.
“Is it going to be warm there?” Noah asked as he held up a pullover from the University of Kansas and a Children of the Bodom t-shirt. “Do I need to dress warm?”
“Does it fucking matter?” Kristina said, the irritation growing in her voice.
“Well I wanna be prepared...” Noah argued.
“You are prepared to wrestle right?” Kristina said as she walked in and tossed her suitcase on the floor. “I mean you have been training right?”
“How do you really train for something like this?” Noah explained. “In all honesty I have not been in one of these types of matches in a long time, I mean there really is no way to train for this, I am gonna get hurt, I can see that already, but at least in know that everyone in this deal is gonna be just as broke up afterward as I am and in some cases probably worse.”
“What was the worse match you were ever involved in?” Kristina asked.
“Like you have to ask, you should know that all to well by now, I mean Blood Factory in Wrestling Midwest, those were the days, getting thrown off the cage and through the ring floor, yeah that hurt for a while and scrambled my brain like an egg.” Noah explained, rubbing his head as if he was just getting a painful jolt in his head.
“You had amnesia didn't you?” Kristina asked.
“That's what people tell me...” Noah said. “To be honest I don't really even watch the footage of that match because it just looks like Matrix was trying to kill me.”
“Well you did try to end a few careers when you were there.” Kristina said with a slight smile. “What if it comes to a moment like that in the Chamber?”
“You mean ending someone elses' career or mine?” Noah asked.
“Is there a difference?” Kristina asked.
“I'd rather not have to make a choice like that again, I would hope that I have changed as far as that part of me goes, I would hope that I wouldn't go that far anymore.” Noah cautioned Kristina. “If it were to come to that type of moment there won't be any good to come out of it....”
“For who?” Kristina asked.
“Everyone...”
But who could blame the spotlight for loving me the way it does? Who could blame the ladies in each and every arena for not throwing themselves at me. It's been like that for years, even though I am spoken for, even though I am a kept man it doesn't stop the ladies from stopping me in the halls and trying to get me to sign everything from panties to their own breasts, but again that is to be expected when you have someone that is a movie and TV star all over the world, someone that just oozes awesomeness and cool, someone that personifies sexy, someone that can have any woman in a room with the simplest of winks, someone that was blessed with the perfect combination of charisma, athleticism and even has a hint of bloodlust. So you see each and every one of the so called stars in the chamber are in for a long night, they are in for a fight, the likes of which they have never seen and will never see after this match because just like seeing “Hayley's Comet” it only happens once in a lifetime and that is how my greatest matches are always viewed no two are alike.
I mean it is just plain embarrassing to have to fight for the World title in a match with a man that I have wiped my boots off on time and time again. I mean just how many chances are they going to give TJ Black. I have beaten him in singles and tag action over and over, he should just have a permanent tattoo on his ass that says “Property of Noah Hanson” because I have owned his ass in every match we have appeared in and this will be no different, he might as well just walk away from the match right here, right now cause it really isn't going to matter what you do cause as long as I am in the match you just plain don't have a snowballs chance in hell of winning that match.
And then you have Johnny Razor, a man that is just about an after thought as TJ, he shows flashes of talent and brilliance but it never really pans out. I could really sit here and insult the man but really what is the point. The man has not even proven if he is a worthy fighter in all of this and basically had this chance fall in his lap like a drunken stripper. Not gonna say you don't deserve the chance cause you're nothing like TJ, you have not had the same chances as he has and so the deal is like this, I will give a few chances and then I am going to take your out of the match nice and quickly. You'll never see it coming....
Now we have Jordan Moss, a man that is finally starting to show the talent that I always thought he had . I always figured we were going to meet and this is the kinda talent that makes me smile when I face them, the kinda wrestler that I know might be able to give me the kinda fight that I need in a match like this. Bvut see this is still not the time or place for us to showcase this kind of a match up, we deserve the stage all to ourselves, yes call me a bit selfish but sometimes I like to keep my food all to myself and am not very fond of sharing. So Jordan lets just keep this short and sweet, you have no idea what you have signed up for, I don't blame you for wanting to grab that brass ring but this is just outta your grasp, this is still MY time, MY chance to shine and MY spotlight. Now you can do the honorable thing and stand aside or you can stand in my way and get put down like a rabid dog, now mind you if you choose the second option things are not going to be that pleasant for you in fact things could get pretty ugly for you. So just think things through Jordan, think about your future in this business , you can either walk away your health in tact or you can fight for this belt and maybe the only thing you have to look forward to is the fact that you might get carted out of the chamber on a stretcher. I don't call that a future...
And then finally we come to the current ICW TV champion Marc Polo, a man that is holding something in his position that belongs to me. See Marc you beat Diego for something that he should not have had in his procession from the beginning, but the politics and practices of the ICW management have allowed a pretender, a fraud to devalue the ICW TV title and then you took it from him. You have something that I never lost, I had the TV title stolen from me, it was grand larceny and I plan on filing charges against each and every member of the management for being the thieving con artists that they are and when this is all said and done I am holding MY World title over my head I am going to walk over to the time keepers table and I am going to reclaim MY TV title, it will return to the rightful spot, the ONLY spot it should be....around MY waist. But it's not your fault Marc, I can see that much and I can respect the fact that you were just fighting the man that was put in front of you, you are a fighter and battler and I can respect that but in the end all you are doing is holding something that doesn't belong to you, something that I cherish very dearly and regardless of the outcome of the Chamber I AM taking back MY TV title and you would be well advised to stay clear of me and not try to stop me from taking what belongs to me but if you do decide to challenge just make sure that you bring everything to the table,make sure you hit me with everything you have because that is the only way you stand a chance of walking out with your ass in tact, that doesn't mean you are going to win but what it does do is one thing....EARN MY RESPECT.
So in a nutshell lets review....everyone just needs to know where they stand in the pecking order around here. I am the “A-Lister” for a reason. I am the man that every woman wants, the man every other man hates and the man that every wrestler here fears. And after the Chamber I am going to be the first man to have held the TV and World title and maybe then the fans around here will give me the respect I DEMAND. And if I don't get my respect, if I don't start getting the treatment from the fans that I have earned then the only thing I can do is to beat my respect out of each and every so called star here in ICW and their blood will be on the hands of the fans.
It's all your fault!
{{Kansas City, Kansas}}
{{10 pm}}
{{Noah's Apartment}}
{Noah is shown packing his gearbag and throwing some stuff in it, he seems to look a bit agitated as he looks around tossing his blanket in the air and then rummaging through a drawer and then rubs his chin as if he is not sure what to do...}
“Watch?” Noah yelled out to Kristina.
“On the dresser...” she yelled back.
Noah turns around and smiles when he sees his watch, grabs it and slides it on and then turns and grabs his cell and tosses it in the jeans front pocket. “Where is the ICW ppv at again?”
“I forget, the flight plan is already scheduled the pilot knows where to go.” Kristina says with a smile.
“At least someone knows where the ppv is...” Noah says then rolls his eyes.
“Shut it and just finish packing...” Kristina barked.
“Is it going to be warm there?” Noah asked as he held up a pullover from the University of Kansas and a Children of the Bodom t-shirt. “Do I need to dress warm?”
“Does it fucking matter?” Kristina said, the irritation growing in her voice.
“Well I wanna be prepared...” Noah argued.
“You are prepared to wrestle right?” Kristina said as she walked in and tossed her suitcase on the floor. “I mean you have been training right?”
“How do you really train for something like this?” Noah explained. “In all honesty I have not been in one of these types of matches in a long time, I mean there really is no way to train for this, I am gonna get hurt, I can see that already, but at least in know that everyone in this deal is gonna be just as broke up afterward as I am and in some cases probably worse.”
“What was the worse match you were ever involved in?” Kristina asked.
“Like you have to ask, you should know that all to well by now, I mean Blood Factory in Wrestling Midwest, those were the days, getting thrown off the cage and through the ring floor, yeah that hurt for a while and scrambled my brain like an egg.” Noah explained, rubbing his head as if he was just getting a painful jolt in his head.
“You had amnesia didn't you?” Kristina asked.
“That's what people tell me...” Noah said. “To be honest I don't really even watch the footage of that match because it just looks like Matrix was trying to kill me.”
“Well you did try to end a few careers when you were there.” Kristina said with a slight smile. “What if it comes to a moment like that in the Chamber?”
“You mean ending someone elses' career or mine?” Noah asked.
“Is there a difference?” Kristina asked.
“I'd rather not have to make a choice like that again, I would hope that I have changed as far as that part of me goes, I would hope that I wouldn't go that far anymore.” Noah cautioned Kristina. “If it were to come to that type of moment there won't be any good to come out of it....”
“For who?” Kristina asked.
“Everyone...”
