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| Team WOY | Dec 9 2005, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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It is the recent World Tour of NGPW, spanning the globe to bring American Sports-Entertainment anywhere and everywhere. The stars of NGPW and the legends of RCWF made appearances and worked matches for the worldwide fans, and they also said their piece. Man against man, voice against voice, everyone wanted to be heard. About a week after one such voice spoke out, another finally responded. Up against a white brick wall with his head hung down was controversy personified, Johnny Kaos. He wasn’t dressed to wrestle. He wasn’t even dressed for a fight. He was in a nice shirt, had his hair looking good, and looked like he was ready to go out and be a normal person as opposed to being an athlete. He’d sigh a little with the camera on him, tapping his fingers against the wall as they stayed behind his back. “There’s a tall-tale that gets passed around. Maybe you’ve heard of it. In a place like sorta like this, there was a kid a while back: A nobody from the Mid-West. Someone happened to catch wind of him and decided to give him a shot in the Big Leagues, putting him on a few shows to see how he does. Needless to say, he turned some heads. The problem was his mouth. It’d get him into trouble with some people here and there, and then he’d go out to the ring. That’s what changed things. The fans, the boys, the management all watched him in that ring and saw what he could do. A little phrase started to come about: ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ That kid’s…pretty good. Week after week, people would say it. Week after week, something was happening. Old timers were getting upset with their contracts while management got upset with those old timers. Finally came down to the point that kid who’s ‘pretty good’ got a main event slot, one that gave the winner the World Heavyweight Title. Push came to shove, and the kid came out on top. Some critics called it a fluke, others called it a fresh change. It took him two months to accomplish this. Know what everybody said? ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ The kid was pretty good, and he had a shiny belt to prove it. He’d go out to the ring and do something that hadn’t been seen in quite a while in this part of the Big Leagues: he was wrestling. He got hyped to the moon, was given the ball, had his moment to shine. It’s all a cliché if you ask me, but it was an opportunity he made the most of. He lived up to the hype. He ran with the ball. He shined brighter than anyone ever imagined. He became a cult icon. Know what the people kept saying? ‘That kid’s pretty good.’” John’d smile, looking up at the camera. He’d put a finger to the side of his head and tap it a little, showing how good his memory is. ”Two and a half years he put a World on his back and carried it. He built a dynasty. He solidified himself as a star. It wasn’t about whether or not something was within his grasp, it was a question of if he wanted it or not. If he did, he took it and no one could stop him. He had a mat game the likes of which is rarely seen. No one had seen a kid come up like that. When he had done it all, and when he got tired of everyone trying to denounce his accomplishments, he left and said ‘I’m not coming back until I make sure the entire Wrestling World knows what you all know.’ ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ That phrase means a lot to me, and I’ve heard it used repeatedly. When I left, management was determined to create a star that would shine brighter than mine. They tried to create a wrestler bigger than me. There was a mortal variation of Apollo. They said ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ There was a Professional, and the believed heir to the throne. They said ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ There was a boy from Florida who rapped and drove a hummer. They said ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ Even some gothic piece of shit got pushed, and people were paid to say ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ Time after time I would hear that phrase, the one that described me, used to describe someone and I would see them unable to handle the spot. Everyone said they could do it and they would do it better than me, and no one’s left standing after all these years I’ve been away. No one has ever been ‘pretty good’ after all. And then we meet Jack Vegas.” While things started to get interesting for John Kaos and his reflections, the mention of this kid’s name made him stop and collect himself a little. He’d play with the stubble on his face and his small goatee, the thoughts running through his head a mile a minute, as he tried to get a few together and put them into words. “’That kid’s pretty good.’ It’s been a while since I heard that phrase from these parts. Undefeated in singles competition. Already have your first title reign under your belt and did it without losing it in a match. It’s impressive to say the least. You even have the nickname of ‘The Ultimate Technician.’ Congratulations. You’ve gotten my attention. Then you went and you made it clear you wanted a match with me. You did it backstage. You did it on television. It was short, sweet and to the point, but you made one mistake. You went ahead and made the assumption that if I were to fight you then it would be the ‘Match of My Life.’ It sort of begs the questions. Who in the Hell are you to say YOU could give ME the match of my life? What have YOU done the garner the acclaim to give ANYONE the match of their life? You see, there are differences between you and me. You are the self-proclaimed Ultimate Technician. I am the one who people have dubbed the Greatest Technical Wrestler in Thad Inc. history. You have been in active competition of NGPW for a little while now. By this time, I had already obtained the World Heavyweight Title. I was already having Matches of the Year, not Matches of the Month. I took everything the Thad Inc. Hero had to dish out and Guy Silencine STILL could not beat me. This is a Game, and I’ve played this Game better than anyone. I’ve done more myself than most cliques combined. I set a goal before I left and I accomplished it. That ring you walk to night after night is MY ring. I took it from men like Krow, men like Khaos, and men like Lunar and I left with there not a man contracted to this organization who was better than me. Let me give you some advice, Jack. Go and put in your bid to fight Christian Cage for his title at Snowbrawl. You’re right: if you win then you reach the next level and if you lose then you just work harder. Ever think of what would happen if you fight me? You win, you accomplish something very few have done. You lose, and you lose it all. All the hype you had, all that promise to be a huge star, everything. It’d be gone just as quick as it came. People would stop saying ‘That kid’s pretty good.’ They’d just say ‘That kid ain’t John Kaos.’ Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on you, kid. Like I said, you’ve got my attention. You ain’t ready for me. Ask some of the boys what it’s like to step into the ring with me and they’ll tell you to believe the hype. On the microphone, in front of the camera, or in the ring it does not matter. We all play this Game, and I just play it better than anyone else. I’m the Biggest, I’m the Best, and I’m Better Than The Rest. Hope you really are ‘pretty good,’ Jack. For your sake, at least.” Kaos would clear his throat a little and smile, voicing himself loud and clear. Call him an ‘asshole’ or ‘impressive,’ he’d still remain true to himself in how he conducted himself and quietly walk off to the right and out of the camera’s view. And it was all over just like that. |
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