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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 10, 2014 21:41:40 GMT
SHOWCASE MATCH:
TROY STONE vs NIGHTHAWK
Also, in a special showcase match-tailor made for the former PWX Arena: two former World Champions will collide, when the “Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk takes on Troy Stone! These two are two of the names John Pariah called out in his UWL Promo at Slamboree, calling them the new faces associated with PWX. Now, they’ll collide at the Arena’s final attraction!
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Post by nighthawk on Aug 19, 2014 20:15:02 GMT
"Act like a man of thought - Think like a man of action." - Thomas Mann
As Nighthawk pulls a multi-colored gym bag from the very top of the closet in his Chicago home as he sets himself ready for a contest against Troy Stone one has to wonder if he is going to allow his disappointment with how his opponent acted to color the way he thinks about dealing with him, and perhaps put him in a position where he makes more openings for himself than he might otherwise have thought about doing. But as we think about that further, and remember the ice-cold focus and rock-ribbed stoicism that he has always brought to his work, this question seems patently foolish as opposed to the other one: Can Nighthawk pull out another superlative effort just a week after a vicious and hard-hitting contest against Adam Stryker, knowing that nothing less than his best will be required in order to achieve the goal that he wants? Despite anything that even remotely resembles a positive answer to that question the “Wrestling Machine” nonetheless moves forward with the idea that he will be able to find whatever he needs in order to defeat Troy Stone, a task which no one believes will be anything close to easy.
But as the “Man of 1000 Holds” pulls his gear out of the gym bag his hand brushes over an autographed DVD from his friend Santos, and the mere sight of this trinket hits him so hard that his knees buckle noticeably and he has to sit down in order to get something that is remotely resembling control of his emotions. Seeing it, his wife Sin comes over and wraps her arms around her husband’s chest to try and get him under something that is approaching control.
(Author’s Note: This conversation took place in Spanish.)
Nighthawk: “He’s gone. I don’t know what to say, or how to feel about it, because I never for a second imagined it would be him. and now, everywhere I go, I see him. I don’t know what to do, or what to say, because the idea of a life without him here hurts me so much that it’s difficult to put it into words. But he’s not here, and I am, and no matter how much it hurts me, it’s just so wrong. I know it’s going to get better and easier, eventually. Logically, I know that to be true. But right now, my best friend is gone. The one person I could talk to about anything, the one person who I knew understood me better than anyone else in the sport, is gone. My sounding board, my counsel, and my friend isn’t here anymore. And no matter how much I wish that weren’t so, no matter how hard I would want to try and fight to bring him back, I can’t. I just…. I just don’t know what to do.”
Sin: “Do you remember what it was that you told everyone to do at Santos’s funeral? Follow your own advice, Tristan. Be the man that Santos would want you to be, and you should find your own way. He wouldn’t want you feeling like this, feeling like you have no one to talk to and no place to go. Trust that Santos will be able to guide you to where you need to go, and everything should be fine.”
Nighthawk, nodding his head as those words are starting to sink in: “I will. I promise. I just….. I need some time to think.”
And with that, Nighthawk puts his gym bag back on the bed and heads towards the front door and his chopped and stretched Dodge Charger.
A few hours later….
As Nighthawk kneels down in front of the grave of his friend Santos, a small tear trickling from his ice-blue eyes, the “Wrestling Machine” tries as hard as he can to get his emotions under control. Pulling a piece of paper out of his shirt Nighthawk sits down in front of his friend’s grave and reads it to him, almost as though they are having a delicate conversation of the type that they have had so many times before.
Nighthawk: “You're still here in my heart and mind,
still making me laugh cause your stories live on.
I hold you in a thought and I can feel you.
I feel you and this gives me strength and courage.
The tears I have cried for you could flood the earth
and I know you have wiped each one away.
For you Brother, I promise you this,
I will go on with my life and make you proud. I will always hold you in my heart.
I promise you I will be missing you everyday till the end of time,
but this is not my end and I can't hold my head underwater....I need to breathe.
I need to love and miss you, but I also need to live because through me you will live,
you will still laugh and love,
you will still sing and dance,
you will still hug and kiss.
You will forever be in our lives,
you will forever be a brother,
a son,
an uncle
and friend.
I am going to miss your shining face
I think of you and wonder why?
I might cry or smile,
but at the end of the day I am one day closer to you.”
Pulling himself up to his feet, his eyes still wet with tears, the “Man of 1000 Holds” now moves to leave the cemetery and leaves his poem inside a ring box which he has buried carefully in the dirt.
A few hours later…..
As Nighthawk stands on a bridge overlooking Lake Michigan he slowly closes his eyes. Clad in a black Highwaymen t-shirt, black leather pants with orange and cream piping up and down each leg and a quite good facsimile of the Jolly Roger on each thigh, and black Doc Martens work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” opens his eyes
Nighthawk: “Largely because I've spent more of my life in wrestling rings and locker rooms than I might care to admit, I am familiar with how skullduggery of any particular sort tends to come together. With that knowledge in mind, I freely admit that I should have been expecting Troy Stone to do exactly what he did. That’s the man he’s been since PWX, and nothing about that is ever going to change. But this week, when I step in the ring with him, I teach him what happens when the plot you plan doesn’t go the way you wish it would. Because if you’re being honest, that’s what’s happened here. And when my lesson is done, and he is lying on the mat staring up at the house lights and I'm walking away with my hand raised in victory, he’s going to understand explicitly what it means to pick a fight with the wrong person. Because when the night is over, you’re going to feel what it feels like to be in the Hangman’s Clutch.
Let me make this part clear, Mr. Stone, because I want it to sink in as deep as it possibly can. And in order to do that, to break through that shell of arrogance and bluster that you have spent the good part of your career living under and hiding behind, I have to speak to you with a certain amount of directness, bluntness really. Ever since PWX, Mr. Stone, I've known just how much natural talent you have. We’ve all seen it, Mr. Stone, because to be perfectly frank with you we’d have to be blind not to. The trouble with that, Mr. Stone, is that your talent comes with an ego just as big. This wouldn’t bother me in most cases, but since it is now abundantly clear that you are also the sort of person who seems to think that they can get away with just about anything, I have to teach you what happens when you cross the wrong line with the wrong person. The fact that you have gotten as far as you have with next to no idea of what can happen to you when you mess with the wrong man is baffling to me, but it is a flaw in your professional development that I will be more than happy to fix. And when you’re frantically tapping out, trying desperately to escape from the pain I will inflict on you, I hope sincerely that you learn your lesson, and that you cease with the plots and the games and get to work.
The truth, Mr. Stone, is that you did not come to me with a request for this match like a man. Instead what you chose to do is jump me from behind, and then try and cower your way out of the trouble you’ve caused. That’s what you chose to do, and when we step in the ring, I will make you regret that decision with every last ounce of blood that flows through my veins. And when it’s done, you won’t be the coolest. You won’t be the best. All you will be is yet another victim at the hands of the Hangman’s Clutch.
May sleep give you the courage to go on.”
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Post by troystone on Aug 23, 2014 4:59:55 GMT
Disclaimer: First Troy RP in like three(or four) months. So let's try this one out. Good Luck Nighthawk and Enjoy!
Stone Cold Path to Redemption?
Chapter One: Making Amends
Thursday, August 21st 2014 at Larry Stevens' office in Los Angeles, California around noon
"How does KC Stone sound," Troy proposed to both Bruce Bowen and Megan Pierce; who were sitting next to him inside Larry Stevens' office. Troy had been running off potential names for his soon to be child that he and his now wife Ophelia Morganti was expecting. It was an exciting time for Troy. He found a new place to wrestle having now signed to Second City Wrestling in Chicago and now he was going to be a father. Again. Troy couldn't help but remember the last time he was a father and how awful he was during that process. When he impregnated Lacey seven years ago, he was so young. He was just entering the wrestling business and starting to step out of his parents house and enter the real world. Being in South Beach, having fun with friends was easy. Troy put that over his eventual son; Joshua Stone. Raising a kid would derail all the things he wanted to do. Even though Joshua died a month later to complications, Troy kept moving on with his life. Now seven years later, much older and wiser, he knew he was fortunate to have another child and unlike last time, this time he wanted to be there for his child and his wife.
"KC," the redhaired Megan Pierce inquired; sporting a black blazer with a blue top underneath and a black pencil skirt on the bottom. Bruce, who like always was dressed to the nines, raised an eyebrow at the name suggestion.
"Yeah KC. Rolls off the tongue you know? If he's a boy he's going to be an inevitable star so he needs a superstar-esue name. KC Stone is THAT."
"But what would KC even mean though?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, what would the KC initials mean?"
"I don't know. Um...Kevin Christopher? Kevin Christopher Stone. That could work."
"Isn't it a bit too much?"
"No it can never be too much Megan. If it's a boy that's my boy. MY boy. He would worth all the things in the world. The world would not be enough for my son." Troy pauses as he smirks. "Of course if it's a girl, same thing. The world will be given to her and she will be able to play with it as much as she wants. BTW girls names. How about...Alexandria Stone?"
"Aww that's pretty."
"I know. It's my grandma's name, Plus, which that name she would be instantly a starlet. Alexandria Stone. Alexis for short obvi but when a name like that, she would be a star. No, she WILL be a star. If she's a girl of course."
"You really want your kid to be famous? Ah geez. If Ophy doesn't get a hold of you, your children's Sweet Sixteen birthday is going to be like all those spoiled kids on that show."
"Are you saying that I would spoil my child? You're right. My babe and I will spoil our kid. With nothing but love because it'll be a reflection of us. And we can't have that reflection be anything negative. You know there's a lot of kids out here without their parents or without some type of parents in their lives. Makes you wonder how much those kids missed having their old man and mom around. Probably sucks so my kid won't be subject to that because my babe and I will make sure that we are there throughout their school years, promo, graduations. marriages and hopefully when they breed and having children of their own. And as you know, in yesteryear I made that mistake with my first child. Neglecting him, not even wanting to be a part of his short life. That was monstrous of me. This is kinda like my second chance and now being in a point of my life in which I'm successful but also much older and much wiser, I have to make up for that. So if I spoil my kid it'll be be because I want him to know that no matter what that I will love them and that I will be there when they're doing legendary things. FYI they will be legendary."
"That's pretty noble of you. In seriousness, I'm sure whatever your child is you and Ophelia will be great parents." Soon, the trio hear the door open from behind them and Larry Stevens soon walks out with his fancy white suit and blonde shoulder length hair on point. Larry was feeling a lot better these days; having finally moved on without his wife that he cheated on. The lawsuit was fierce but thankfully Larry was able to keep enough possessions to remain a wealthy man. It was tough to deal with what he did. His two kids refusing to talk to him because of this took it's toll. But one day at a time Larry was hoping to make steps to making those amends.
"Larry what's up," Troy remarked as his agent smirked and trotted to his seat.
"What's shaking guys? Life treating ya good?"
"Life has been straight for me," Bruce calmly replied.
"I've been peachy," Megan replied. "Even with Liam going back to college now, everything's been good."
"And you Troy? How's Ophelia and the kid?"
"The usual," Troy replied. "We're taking it a day at a time. Getting everything so we're ready for the be arrival."
"Speaking of being ready daddy are YOU ready for this week? Big match in your new home. Surely I can count of you to deliver THE show stealing performance?" Troy quickly laughs before shrugging off the question.
"Do you really have to ask Larry?"
"I'm just saying kid. You have had a match in four months and with you about to be a dad I gotta make sure you got your head in the game. This is a new promotion, the ink has dried on that contract. Kid, your wins with this contract equal more money for you and me. A lot more money than you were getting in PWX."
"Yeah I know about that but seriously Larry. Stealing the show is what I do and Saturday will be no different. Come on Larry. You know me. You KNOW me so you should KNOW what I do when the lights are bright. I got this. Mini layout be damned. I'm still divine in that ring."
"That's what I'm counting on. Now let's talk about your plans to turn the Second City into Stone Valley daddy. You had a power grip on PWX. The House of Stone? MONEY! Second City? You can do it again. Everyone was sleeping on you then kid but now, they know about you. They know when Troy Stone is in the building, you better be on your P's a Q's. So now we don't have the elemental of surprise anymore but even with that kid. But you are my meal ticket. My main cashwagon. I can count of you on continuing to build the Troy Stone legacy while I keep collecting the green baby. I know you're ready for the big match daddy and when you steal that show, we can start a new. A new House of Stone, a new vice grip on a new promotion. The windy city won't be ready for the powerful wind of greatness that is Troy Stone! You're the main man for the job!"
""That's obvi. But you're wrong about something."
"What are you talking about Troy?"
"I'm just saying I know the House of Stone was what it was but to be honest, I don't want to go that route here when I start wrestling for Second City."
"Huh?"
"Look what I did in PWX was great and knowing this business I used the survival of the fittest ideal to make sure I got rid of everyone in my way to get to the place where I belong. At the top. And yes it worked and yes I managed to outsmart and use my cunning to get everyone before they got me, but same thing, it was shady. Not saying I completely regret everything I did to people because I got to where I wanted to go. But I'm going to be a father man and you know what happened with the first one. My kid's going to grow up and there's going to be stories about his old man. BTW most of them won't be good. Everyone will tell my kid how treacherous, how ruthless, how of a megalomaniac their his old man was. Then they'll start thinking of me as someone who's as bad as the monsters that are out there in the real world. Probably won't think of me the same again. Can't let that happen. So you know what? No House of Stone. No spinning the truth to my favor. No sneak attacks. I know it won't be easy given how I attacked Nighthawk. Old habits are a pain but I'll snap out of it. If I'm going to give my children the world I must change myself and be able to be the father I need to be." Megan looked at Troy, almost shocked at his response. It wasn't often to hear Troy speak in a humble manner without his ego oozing out. It was clear that this expecting children was affecting him more ways than one. He generally cared and already loved his soon to be child so much to even admit his wrongdoings, something he usually isn't able to admit due to his narcissism. Larry even looked a bit stunned himself.
"Wow," Larry remarked. "That kid means a lot to you doesn't it?"
"It means the world. It means I could die today and know that my will be passed on from me to my child. It's a big deal and I'm serious about this. Besides I don't need any of that stuff anyways. I can beat anyone, any time, anybody, anywhere straight up. And I'm going to steal every show on my own merit. That way no one can say Troy Stone cheats the system. Nope. I'm going to show the world just how great I am without any funny business. It's the way it should be."
"Well...alright then kid. I trust you. You've never steered me wrong before. We don't need a House of Stone. We just need to make sure you are at the top of your game. I got faith and a lot of money behind you. You're not going to let me down right?" Troy laughs.
"Now when have I ever done that?"
"That's what I want to hear daddy. And hey, I can respect what you're trying to do. Perhaps if I did that my kids wouldn't be avoiding me or would I have cheated. Guess I'm paying for it now having to keep paying children support for a lovechild that I didn't even want to create."
"It's rough man. We all have to make a decision on how the future will affect us an the ones we love one day. It's all fun and games til you realize what you do is affecting their lives."
"Yeah tell that to my kids."
"They need time. I mean it's almost been a year since the whole thing happened but they won't hate you forever. I think. In the back of their minds, they want you in their lives. Just have to ride it out and show that you'll never do it again. I'm sure it'll take time before people in the wrestling business let of the shady rep I've made for myself. Just have to live through it you know? You'll be Larry."
"That's what I'm banking on."
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About twelve hours later at a bar.
"Better drink up mate because we all know when Ophelia pops out the little fella you're going to be wifed up at the house," Troy heard David Wilson say to him as David, bruce and Troy were sitting at a bar drinking a few back. like always, Troy wasn't drinking. However, living up to their reputations, Bruce and David were already done with their five rounds and still kicking. Troy's mind at the moment was occupied. He actually came to this spot because he was looking for someone. As crazy as it was to even think she would let him get the time of day, Troy wanted some closure to the lingering weight that was hanging over his head.
"Well I'm thinking that'll be better than being saddled in a suit while being surrounded by snobby elitists and the pencil neck dweebs with the penthouses but without an ounce of personality. Does Lenore actually think those people are endearing? Geez. Oh wait I forgot she got ousted from her family business right? Ouch.":
"Laugh all you want mate she's still raking up more money that everything you've ever gotten."
"That's probably true. I kid Davey. Man never thought you would actually go on the defense for a woman. That high, sophisticated life Lenore brings must be turning you out."
"Turning me out? The hell you're talking about?"
"Aww the badass Brit can't admit that the Boston heiress has managed to take your iron heart. And your liver because we all know you Brits are born with those. It's the only way to explain why you haven't died from alcohol poisoning yet.
"Because unlike you Americans, we're not bloody pansies."
"Sure. We'll go with that. Whatevs. All in all, we got two of the hottest babes in the world while all the other dweebs are still looking for someone that could even compare. We're the lucky ones so I propose a toast." Troy grabs his glass of Budwesier and holds it up for David. David smirks before grabbing his glass as Bruce was doing the same. The three clinks their glasses together before downing their beverages.
"So I see you found a new home a," David said to Troy.
"Yeah. Second City Wrestling. You know me. I can't stay away forever and while being a free agent had it's perks, I wasn't going to wait that long. What's taking you so long to jump back into the game? You talking about me being cuffed up. Don't tell me Davey boy has let Lenore ironically do the same to him. Can't really imagine how since she hasn't put out for you but hey, she must be something if you've committed this long to her huh?"
"I'm just enjoying my time off from dealing with cretins and pissants. Sometimes I ask myself why do I deal with all the fucking wankers that's in the business so sometimes it's good to be bliss from those idiots."
"I see. Welp while you have doing that I'm going to be picking up right where I left off."
"Letting that yank Brian Hollywood bloody you up? You'll just lucky your little fella won't grow up and have to see their props getting destroyed by a geezer.
"Aha and he's brought the jokes tonight people. Good one but before PWX folded I took care of Hollywood. Besides everything that happened in PWX is dead. Which is pretty much where PWX is at. It's a new start Davey." As Troy was speaking, soon his eyes drifted away from the table and towards the floor where the others were filling up. And from there, Troy eyed the person he was hoping to see. Long black haired, slender body and with an amazing black little dress to boot, Troy instantly knew it was her. Lacey Jenson. His first baby momma.
"Yeah anyways I'll BRB."
"Where you going," David asked.
"Yeah I'll be back. This will be quick." Troy soon leaves Bruce and David behind before he starts walking into the hoards of people. From there he eventually reaches to where Lacey was standing. He politely taps her on her shoulder and when she spins around, Troy tried to play off the situation as cool as he could. He knew this was going to get awkward. Extremely awkward. He needed to do this though. Most importantly he wanted to do this.
"Troy what the hell-"
"Hey we need to talk," Troy interrupted as soon as Lacey was reayd to snap at him. Even after all these years Lacey resented him. And she had a reason to do so and Troy knew that.
"Talk? Talk about what? If it's about Austin then look, the break up was u-"
"I don't care about that."
"Then why the hell did are you bothering me?"
"I know you hate me Lacey but seriously I need to tell you something."
"And what if I don't what to hear whatever bullshit comes out your mouth?"
"Just listen to me."
"I can't stand the sight of you!"
"That's fine Lace."
"Don't call me that."
"Just hear me out!" Troy raises his voice, which wasn't what he usually did and it caught Lacey off guard. Lacey cooled down a bit, her opinion still haven't changed however she started softening her stance a bit.
"Fine but make this quick," Lacey stated. Troy soon walked outside the bar to which Lacey followed. Once they were outside in the night where it was just those two outside the bar, Troy stopped. He turned and looked her in her eyes.
"Lacey...I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry," Troy started. "For everything. I know that's a bit too late and you probably don't care but I do. You know we used to be able to talk to each other pretty easily way back then. And now I can barely speak any words to you without you wanting to punch me in the face. And I completely get it. I was foolish and selfish back then when Joshua was inside of you. And I know I should have thought about this after all these years and believe this or not I have but now more than ever, I'm horrified and truly sorry for that. And I'm saying all of this because now Ophelia's pregnant and I'm going to be a dad again and I felt like I can't truly be a great father if I didn't make amends and apologize to you for not being even half of that to ours. Even when it died way too soon I should have been there and you probably think that doesn't haunt me but it does. It's been seven years. Joshua would be in first second grade right now if he was still alive. Regardless I should have been there. I've learned from that and that's why I'm going to be there for this kid I'm expecting. But before then, I just wanted to make amends. Should have done this a long time ago but now we're doing our own thing. With our own lives. We both need closure so this is my attempt of getting that." Troy stops and allows what he had said to soak into Lacey's head. Lacey didn't say anything for a moment and soon the two were surrounded in their own silence. After a few moments, Lacey did respond but not by using words but by a hard slap across the face of Troy. Troy quickly grabbed his check after the vicious slap and when he looked up, Lacey's face was venomous.
"Fuck you Troy," she muttered. "After AL these years NOW you want to tell me this? For what? Because NOW you feel guilty? Where was the guilt when our son died a month after he was born? Closure? Name one thing that could give me closure for losing a child? Name ONE thing? Oh because you're having another one and you want to be there for that one BUT YOU COULDN'T BE THERE FOR OURS? Fuck you and your vanity trip. Just because you feel sorry all of a sudden doesn't change the fact that you abandoned your son."
"But-"
"Save it. Once again you make everything about you. You don't even think about the suffering I've dealt with. Screw you and don't talk to me. Ever." Lacey turns her back to Troy and heads back into the bar. Troy holds his cheek and then rubs his face. He was trying to start a new leap but some of the things he did in the past were unforgivable. No matter how much he wanted to change himself to project a better image for his future child, it wasn't going to be easy to make everyone forget the person he really was to everyone else.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The 2CW camera spot Troy Stone backstage sporting a black suit jacket with black pants. He's standing by himself, which was rare. He looked at the camera for a moment.
Troy: 2CW fans I don't need introduce myself. You all know who I am. My reputation is out there for the world to see and it's that reputation that everyone judges me off of. When fans heard that Troy Stone was going to be coming to 2CW they instantly remembered everything I did last year and how far I was willing to go to make sure that I, Troy Stone, reached the top of the wrestling world. First night I came to this place I said I was going to do things a bit differently. And then of course minutes latter I attack Nighthawk. And now all of you are probably thinking that I was simply resorting to the tactics that I'm known for. Troy Stone sneak attacking someone. BREAKING NEWS.....yeah not so much.
Truth be told, what I did to Nighthawk was something I instantly regretted. Because I allowed myself to go back into those old habits. If you remember what I said about my legacy and what it would be years down the road. I have a wife at home carrying my kid. Our offspring and when they grow up I want to make sure I'm the best father they can have. And when they grow up I don't want them to hear all the bad things their father did. I can't change the past and I can't change the things I did that allowed me to reach the apex. But what I can do is better myself and be a positive influence of them. Show them the right way to learn. And trust me all along I've known the difference between right or wrong but in this business sometimes you have to make decisions that muddle those two things up. Sometimes the right thing to do is the wrong thing to do. I started in this business at twenty years old and I had to learn that this business is as cutthroat and it gets and if you're not able to defend yourself, you will let the vultures take you out.
I always thought in this business even thought he lines get blurry and they turn gray, you have to o what you have to do. If you manage to sneak attack someone and end their career so you can advance yours, hey it happens. No. That's not entirely true. There's a choice. Like everything in life we have a choice we all make. We can either go as far away from our morals as possible to satisfy our greed or we can stay on the beaten path. The less traveled path. The path that doesn't include creating units in your image to take out others for your gain. The path that doesn't include shortcuts. The one where you can accomplish things on your own, without having to use any form of cheating and without anyone stating that those accomplishments are tainted.
I'm a lot of things. Show stealer. Egomaniac. Megalomaniac. Brash. But the one title that means the most to me is the one I'm going to become. A father and that means everything I do will affect my own. And I don't want my sins to come back and haunt my child which is why when I attacked Nighthawk I instantly remembered it's no longer about me. Troy Stone is no longer the top priority in my life. Everything is now a package me.
My wife. My child. My family.
It won't be easy shedding off my reputation and it won't be easy making sure I stay on this path but I will not be remembered for all the bad things I've done. Because it will be overshadowed by how damn good I am in that ring and how damn good I am without the tactics, without the cheap shots, without the distractions. My objectives have changed but Saturday night in an arena I know very well all of you will see this new mindset. This new approach to Troy Stone. And while everything is new the one thing that won't be new?
The fact that NO ONE in this business can OUTDO ME!
Nighthawk, I know you're weary about what I just said given what I did to you two weeks ago but here we are. I understand why you coming for my head and I can't blame you. However are you often recognized as one of the best in the ring and I, priding myself on being on being THE best, am looking for one thing when we face and that's proving to you and everyone else that Troy Stone isn't back, Because I've never gone away!
I'm still the COOLEST and SEXIEST man in the world. I still am Divinity when I'm in that ring. And the lights are shining, when the spotlight is son, you're damn right I' still showtime! That hasn't changed. I still can steal any show I'm on because I have proven time and tie again that not many people can outlast me when the lights are burning on us. But as I say this Nighthawk I remember last year in the summer when we fought each other in PWX. We were both champions at the time and you managed to beat me. In fact, you made me tap out to that vaulted Hangman's Clutch that you cherish.
You were the better man that night and although I never admitted it, that was fact. It's also fact that I don't take losing kindly because I don't lose. I go out there, I outwork everyone else and I get the job done. Every time I'm in a ring I EXPECT to win but I didn't on that night. And that honestly still claws at me because logically if you made me tap out once, what can stop you of doing it again? And that's where this match gets juicy right? Troy Stone's first match against the match that's made him tap in the past. Ooh that'll get the headlines. That'll get the people talking.
Nighthawk in that ring you are a machine but one thing humans have over machines is the ability to adapt. I' a much different Troy Stone than I was then. I've grown as a wrestler and as a man. I have adapted. I've taken a step back and have seen some of the flaws that I've made not just in life but in this business. Nighthawk tomorrow night at the Battle of the Bludhaven I will have the knowledge and the memory of you making me tap out and I will know what I have to do in order to make sure that doesn't happen again.
You and I made this arena famous. You have had classic after classic after classic in this arena. But last year I made this arena MY arena. However I didn't make it mine the right way. I should be considered one of the best living but because of the things that I've done, unfortunately that's not the narrative of Troy Stone. You're going to have revenge on my mind and everything I say contrary to what you know my reputation is to be will go out of one ear out the other. Tomorrow night in this arena it won't matter. Doesn't matter how many times I can talk about my new mindset. The only way I'm going to be able to create a better life for my kid, for my wife, for myself is if I go out there under the spotlight that I've always carved and I steal the show once again.
No shortcurts.
No shady business.
Just you and me tomorrow night Nighthawk. And like I've done in every arena I've been in, I will be the one everyone's talking about when it's other. Everyone else that has to follow me will have to face a big task of trying to top that because when it's time to perform no one can step up and reach my level. I respect you Nighthawk. I honestly do. However tomorrow night no one will be able to clai that this show ws theirs. Because when I enter I ring, when I do what I'm able to do better than most, when i get my hand raised, the show will be mine. Like the way it's always been. Nighthawk, at the end of the day, even with my newfound lease on life, in this business, I'm still one thing no one in this business is able to be.
Almighty.
And tomorrow night I will let my performance and ONLY my performance step the rest for me. No matter what Nighthawk, I am still wrestling's nuber one show stealer. And 2CW, if you think the spotlight isn't mine anymore, get your popcorn ready. Because you won't want to miss the night Troy Stone reemerged as THE show stealer.
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