Post by eddie on May 10, 2012 4:28:16 GMT -6
Eddie Stitchard sits in front of a computer, listening to the last few seconds of a radio show. Before long, he clicks the little “x” to close the window and turns in his desk chair.
Eddie: Thanks for the tip, Anton.
Standing, Stitchard walks around to the front of his desk, where he fiddles with some trinkets. He takes a seat on the front of the desk and begins to speak.[/color]
Eddie: Alright you ungrateful little snot…you wanted my attention, and now you’ve got my attention. Anton emailed me a link to your little torture skit, and I’ve got to say that you’ve finally run your mouth just enough to have gotten under my skin to a point where I’m ready to shut your mouth for you.
Oh, no. Don’t get excited. Don’t convince yourself that you’ve finally gotten me to let my guard down for just a second so that you can sneak in a few shots. That’s definitely not the case. No, you’ve just pissed me off.
What did you do that pissed me off? Well, aside from simply breathing the same air I breathe, it’s the fact that you keep going around running your mouth to anyone will listen about how Eddie Stitchard or te Southen Soliders aren't even good enough to clean your boots.
Now I understand you have been around here longer than some of these other guys. But if you’d just take a second to look around and understand some of the history of myself, you’d probably come to the grim realization of just how wrong you actually are.
I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to tell you one more time just so everything is absolutely crystal clear to you.
Who have I beaten?
The answer to this is simple. I’ve beaten everybody. Ask around. Ask all the boys in the back what night of their career they’ll never forget, and they’ll tell you they’ll never forget the beating they watched Eddie Stitchard preform.
Who am I to deserve my spot?
I’m Eddie Stitchard, by god. I’m El Chronico. I’m the legend. I’m the prodigal son. I’m the golden boy. I’ve EARNED all these nicknames. I didn’t just come up with something that sounded cool (like “The Misfit”) and tack it on to the end of my name. These nicknames were given to me by friends, enemies, opponents, and legends of this business. I earned these nicknames with my hard work, my passion for what I do, and my rolling list of achievements both here and abroad.
What exactly are those achievements?
Again, if you’d pull your head out just long enough to actually look into the things you’re talking about, then you might know the answers to your own questions. Look no further than the history of the wrestling world – and the histories of WWA and NoW – to know exactly what I’ve achieved.
I built this wrestling world you keep bitching about. I built up all those titles you so badly wanted. None of this would carry the same significance if I hadn’t put my name all over everything around it. Not one bit of it.
You’re mad that I took your precious Bathory? Well I’m mad that you didn’t give the superstars– and this company – the respect it should be given after all the things I’ve done for them. It’s MY blood you seen in the ring of AW. It’s MY sweat that needs cleaned off those belts. Not yours. Not Hayden’s. Not Lilith’s. MINE.
Eddie stands and walks across his office to a bookshelf where title belt replicas and dozens of pictures rest. He touches a couple things before regaining his focus.[/color]
Eddie: You see, there is nobody truly better than Eddie Stitchard. Just ask around. Anybody on this roster, if they’re being honest with themselves, will tell you that’s the case. You know it. Hayden Raine knows it. Hell, even Nero knows it. In fact, Nero would probably be the first to tell you that you don’t stand a chance against someone of my caliber.
And what you need to understand is that by running around and telling everyone and, in the process, convincing yourself that I’m just a nobody only hurts you. The more you tell a lie, the more that lie begins to take the place of the truth in your mind and in your heart. So now, after weeks of telling Nero, radio show hosts, and even your grandmother about this nobody you’ve got a match with this week, you’ve actually started to believe it yourself.
So you’re gonna come into this week with your guard down. You’re going to be expecting to step into that ring with a nobody. You’re going to be expecting to step into that ring with someone like Billy Wells or Vincent Cross. But you’ll be in for a huge shock when you’re looking across that ring and see my eyes staring straight through you. Because I’m going to teach you a thing or two.
I hope I’m wrong, though. For your sake and for mine, I hope that the talk is just that – talk. And that when you step into the ring, you know exactly who you’re stepping up against. Why? Because I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I want you to know exactly who I am. I want you to know exactly what I’m capable of. There is a slight hope in my mind that you actually do know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m hoping that the fact that you were looking for me after I chose to let you live at Domination is a sign that you really do know what you’ve stepped into.
Of course, if you really wanted to find me you would’ve looked much harder for me than you did. Let’s be honest here, Spaz, you could’ve found me if you really wanted to. If you were that determined to get your hands on me, you would’ve shown up at my hotel. That’s what I would’ve done in your situation. But you never showed, so I can only assume that you didn’t want it badly enough.
But no matter how badly you want it, just keep in mind this one piece of advice: be careful what you wish for.
Now I know you’re thinking to yourself, “But Mr. Stitchard…if you’re so great in every single way like I know you are, then why did you let me live at Domination? Surely you could’ve ended my career if you wanted to.” And how right you are, douche.
But another thing you need to understand about me and the rest of the Southen Soliders is that we’re not just better than you and the rest of the hacks in the ring. We’re also much more intelligent than all of you.
You see, we don’t truly want to run any of you out of town. Our goal, here, is to make sure the legacy and history of the Southen Soilders is remembered. The best way to make sure that goal is accomplished is this little hostile takeover. But don’t worry, you’ll all still have jobs in the OW.
But the thing about it is…everyone in the Southen Soilders has been around quite some time. I’m getting up there in years. Casper is, too. And I’m pretty sure Anton used to wrestle against Lou Thesz. But even the brightest turnips will one day dim and eventually burn out.
We realize that our flames can’t burn forever. Sure, they’re burning white hot, now, but that may not be the case ten years from now. And the Southen Soilders realizes that we must build talent up to take our places in the future. Your next Olympus champion will be a prime example of that.
I trained Gavin to take my place. When I was teaching him everything he knew, I made sure that he would one day have the same achievements and same abilities I have. And with any luck, he’d take my attitude, too. He’s already achieved quite a bit, but he hasn’t quite made it to where he should. But he will. And that’s what I created him to do. Every star in the Southen Soilders has created another star to take their place…including yours truly created by one Tom Hart.
Now before you go getting all excited thinking you’re about to be made into one of those talents who will one day rise up and take one of our places, just calm down. That wasn’t the reason I spared you at Domination. You’re not one of those talents we’re creating. You’re something else entirely.
In fact, you’re quite the opposite of all those talents, aren’t you? See, I didn’t completely wreck you because I knew that some of the others wanted to beat some more lessons into you. Anton, Brooklyn…everybody wants the opportunity to beat some respect into you. And they’re going to get it.
It’s like you’ve become our personal whipping boy. First, I take your loving girlfriend away from you. Next, Brooklyn will take your spirit from you. And finally, Anton takes your career away from you. That’s just the way it’s going to work for you. I suggest you sit back and enjoy your ride.
Eddie walks back over to his fancy chair behind the desk and takes a seat before he continues.[/color]
Eddie: Because that’s really all you can do, Spaz…enjoy the ride. There are two kinds of people in this business – people who are trying to make a career for themselves and people who choose whether or not those careers get made.
Take a guess at which side of that fence each of us is standing on. If you said you’re the one trying to make a career for yourself, then you just won the prize.
I’ve heard you say that you make or break careers, but you’ve done absolutely nothing to back it up. As I’ve said time and time again…you’re all talk. Not one person you’ve ever faced has left this company immediately after a fight with you.
But that’s what’s so great about me. When I say things like that, I’ve actually got some evidence to back it up. Don’t believe me? Let me elaborate:
Justin Lawler – Gone the day after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Miles Marion – Gone the week after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Connor MacManus – Gone the week after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Now to Connor’s credit, he came back and gave it another shot…but that’s there the list starts over again.
Connor MacManus – Gone AGAIN the week after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Kyko – Gone the day after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Jason Reubens – Gone the day after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Shane Williams – Hasn’t been seen since Eddie Stitchard left him in a bloody heap.
Is that enough prove for you? Do you actually believe me? If you don’t, the information is all readily available to you on WWA’s website. It’s all there. black and white. You just have to actually look for it.
Instead, you’ve made the same mistake of all these men who have fallen before you: you singled me out to try and make a name for yourself. Isn’t that right?
If you can take out a legend, then you can become a legend. If you take out El Chronico, then you BECOME forever remembered, right? I’ll be honest with you here, kid…I don’t blame you. I did the same thing coming up in this business.
But I’ll tell you the same thing Tom Hart told me all those years ago: what you want is not always easy to obtain. You’re looking for the status, you’re looking for the hype, you’re looking to break through that proverbial glass ceiling, and you’ve chosen to try to achieve all that by taking on the biggest challenge you could possibly handle.
Unfortunately for you, Spaz, that challenge is far too great for you to overcome. Luckily, though, I’ve come prepared. I’ve got a challenge that will be quite difficult for someone like you but is actually attainable:
Why don’t you try saying something NEW about an opponent for once? And don’t just take up unnecessary amounts of everyone’s time using useless obscenities to make it seem like you said more than you really did.
If you need an example of how that’s done…I just gave you one.
Eddie just give the camera a smile as he pulls out a joit and sparks it up as the scene fades to black[/color]
Eddie: Thanks for the tip, Anton.
Standing, Stitchard walks around to the front of his desk, where he fiddles with some trinkets. He takes a seat on the front of the desk and begins to speak.[/color]
Eddie: Alright you ungrateful little snot…you wanted my attention, and now you’ve got my attention. Anton emailed me a link to your little torture skit, and I’ve got to say that you’ve finally run your mouth just enough to have gotten under my skin to a point where I’m ready to shut your mouth for you.
Oh, no. Don’t get excited. Don’t convince yourself that you’ve finally gotten me to let my guard down for just a second so that you can sneak in a few shots. That’s definitely not the case. No, you’ve just pissed me off.
What did you do that pissed me off? Well, aside from simply breathing the same air I breathe, it’s the fact that you keep going around running your mouth to anyone will listen about how Eddie Stitchard or te Southen Soliders aren't even good enough to clean your boots.
Now I understand you have been around here longer than some of these other guys. But if you’d just take a second to look around and understand some of the history of myself, you’d probably come to the grim realization of just how wrong you actually are.
I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to tell you one more time just so everything is absolutely crystal clear to you.
Who have I beaten?
The answer to this is simple. I’ve beaten everybody. Ask around. Ask all the boys in the back what night of their career they’ll never forget, and they’ll tell you they’ll never forget the beating they watched Eddie Stitchard preform.
Who am I to deserve my spot?
I’m Eddie Stitchard, by god. I’m El Chronico. I’m the legend. I’m the prodigal son. I’m the golden boy. I’ve EARNED all these nicknames. I didn’t just come up with something that sounded cool (like “The Misfit”) and tack it on to the end of my name. These nicknames were given to me by friends, enemies, opponents, and legends of this business. I earned these nicknames with my hard work, my passion for what I do, and my rolling list of achievements both here and abroad.
What exactly are those achievements?
Again, if you’d pull your head out just long enough to actually look into the things you’re talking about, then you might know the answers to your own questions. Look no further than the history of the wrestling world – and the histories of WWA and NoW – to know exactly what I’ve achieved.
I built this wrestling world you keep bitching about. I built up all those titles you so badly wanted. None of this would carry the same significance if I hadn’t put my name all over everything around it. Not one bit of it.
You’re mad that I took your precious Bathory? Well I’m mad that you didn’t give the superstars– and this company – the respect it should be given after all the things I’ve done for them. It’s MY blood you seen in the ring of AW. It’s MY sweat that needs cleaned off those belts. Not yours. Not Hayden’s. Not Lilith’s. MINE.
Eddie stands and walks across his office to a bookshelf where title belt replicas and dozens of pictures rest. He touches a couple things before regaining his focus.[/color]
Eddie: You see, there is nobody truly better than Eddie Stitchard. Just ask around. Anybody on this roster, if they’re being honest with themselves, will tell you that’s the case. You know it. Hayden Raine knows it. Hell, even Nero knows it. In fact, Nero would probably be the first to tell you that you don’t stand a chance against someone of my caliber.
And what you need to understand is that by running around and telling everyone and, in the process, convincing yourself that I’m just a nobody only hurts you. The more you tell a lie, the more that lie begins to take the place of the truth in your mind and in your heart. So now, after weeks of telling Nero, radio show hosts, and even your grandmother about this nobody you’ve got a match with this week, you’ve actually started to believe it yourself.
So you’re gonna come into this week with your guard down. You’re going to be expecting to step into that ring with a nobody. You’re going to be expecting to step into that ring with someone like Billy Wells or Vincent Cross. But you’ll be in for a huge shock when you’re looking across that ring and see my eyes staring straight through you. Because I’m going to teach you a thing or two.
I hope I’m wrong, though. For your sake and for mine, I hope that the talk is just that – talk. And that when you step into the ring, you know exactly who you’re stepping up against. Why? Because I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I want you to know exactly who I am. I want you to know exactly what I’m capable of. There is a slight hope in my mind that you actually do know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m hoping that the fact that you were looking for me after I chose to let you live at Domination is a sign that you really do know what you’ve stepped into.
Of course, if you really wanted to find me you would’ve looked much harder for me than you did. Let’s be honest here, Spaz, you could’ve found me if you really wanted to. If you were that determined to get your hands on me, you would’ve shown up at my hotel. That’s what I would’ve done in your situation. But you never showed, so I can only assume that you didn’t want it badly enough.
But no matter how badly you want it, just keep in mind this one piece of advice: be careful what you wish for.
Now I know you’re thinking to yourself, “But Mr. Stitchard…if you’re so great in every single way like I know you are, then why did you let me live at Domination? Surely you could’ve ended my career if you wanted to.” And how right you are, douche.
But another thing you need to understand about me and the rest of the Southen Soliders is that we’re not just better than you and the rest of the hacks in the ring. We’re also much more intelligent than all of you.
You see, we don’t truly want to run any of you out of town. Our goal, here, is to make sure the legacy and history of the Southen Soilders is remembered. The best way to make sure that goal is accomplished is this little hostile takeover. But don’t worry, you’ll all still have jobs in the OW.
But the thing about it is…everyone in the Southen Soilders has been around quite some time. I’m getting up there in years. Casper is, too. And I’m pretty sure Anton used to wrestle against Lou Thesz. But even the brightest turnips will one day dim and eventually burn out.
We realize that our flames can’t burn forever. Sure, they’re burning white hot, now, but that may not be the case ten years from now. And the Southen Soilders realizes that we must build talent up to take our places in the future. Your next Olympus champion will be a prime example of that.
I trained Gavin to take my place. When I was teaching him everything he knew, I made sure that he would one day have the same achievements and same abilities I have. And with any luck, he’d take my attitude, too. He’s already achieved quite a bit, but he hasn’t quite made it to where he should. But he will. And that’s what I created him to do. Every star in the Southen Soilders has created another star to take their place…including yours truly created by one Tom Hart.
Now before you go getting all excited thinking you’re about to be made into one of those talents who will one day rise up and take one of our places, just calm down. That wasn’t the reason I spared you at Domination. You’re not one of those talents we’re creating. You’re something else entirely.
In fact, you’re quite the opposite of all those talents, aren’t you? See, I didn’t completely wreck you because I knew that some of the others wanted to beat some more lessons into you. Anton, Brooklyn…everybody wants the opportunity to beat some respect into you. And they’re going to get it.
It’s like you’ve become our personal whipping boy. First, I take your loving girlfriend away from you. Next, Brooklyn will take your spirit from you. And finally, Anton takes your career away from you. That’s just the way it’s going to work for you. I suggest you sit back and enjoy your ride.
Eddie walks back over to his fancy chair behind the desk and takes a seat before he continues.[/color]
Eddie: Because that’s really all you can do, Spaz…enjoy the ride. There are two kinds of people in this business – people who are trying to make a career for themselves and people who choose whether or not those careers get made.
Take a guess at which side of that fence each of us is standing on. If you said you’re the one trying to make a career for yourself, then you just won the prize.
I’ve heard you say that you make or break careers, but you’ve done absolutely nothing to back it up. As I’ve said time and time again…you’re all talk. Not one person you’ve ever faced has left this company immediately after a fight with you.
But that’s what’s so great about me. When I say things like that, I’ve actually got some evidence to back it up. Don’t believe me? Let me elaborate:
Justin Lawler – Gone the day after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Miles Marion – Gone the week after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Connor MacManus – Gone the week after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Now to Connor’s credit, he came back and gave it another shot…but that’s there the list starts over again.
Connor MacManus – Gone AGAIN the week after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Kyko – Gone the day after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Jason Reubens – Gone the day after a match with Eddie Stitchard.
Shane Williams – Hasn’t been seen since Eddie Stitchard left him in a bloody heap.
Is that enough prove for you? Do you actually believe me? If you don’t, the information is all readily available to you on WWA’s website. It’s all there. black and white. You just have to actually look for it.
Instead, you’ve made the same mistake of all these men who have fallen before you: you singled me out to try and make a name for yourself. Isn’t that right?
If you can take out a legend, then you can become a legend. If you take out El Chronico, then you BECOME forever remembered, right? I’ll be honest with you here, kid…I don’t blame you. I did the same thing coming up in this business.
But I’ll tell you the same thing Tom Hart told me all those years ago: what you want is not always easy to obtain. You’re looking for the status, you’re looking for the hype, you’re looking to break through that proverbial glass ceiling, and you’ve chosen to try to achieve all that by taking on the biggest challenge you could possibly handle.
Unfortunately for you, Spaz, that challenge is far too great for you to overcome. Luckily, though, I’ve come prepared. I’ve got a challenge that will be quite difficult for someone like you but is actually attainable:
Why don’t you try saying something NEW about an opponent for once? And don’t just take up unnecessary amounts of everyone’s time using useless obscenities to make it seem like you said more than you really did.
If you need an example of how that’s done…I just gave you one.
Eddie just give the camera a smile as he pulls out a joit and sparks it up as the scene fades to black[/color]