Ladies and gentleman... Y'all already know our name. The Most Violent Players of ECW made history in this industry by doing whatever we wanted WHEN we wanted. We became the World Tag Team Champions of both ECW & OGPW, we conquered individual championships... We did everything.
But now... It's a new era. It's a new environment. In this new era... Some people actually think that the Most Violent Players don't deserve a spot in this industry anymore. Some people believe that the industry should become more about guys like Go Shiozaki & Cody Rhodes... And less about old maniacs like Cactus Jack and I.
Guess what... They're wrong. They are wrong because every single time Cactus & I step into this ring... We deliver. We deliver violence. We deliver carnage. We deliver moments that this Audience will NEVER EEEEEEVER Forget. Now... I'm talking about my opponent for tonight.
Because Gabriel Paccioni represents everything that is wrong with this industry. He thinks he is somewhat different from those a-holes in Jig's company. He believes that his spot in this industry is garanteed because he is that good... It ain't true. His spot in this industry is garanteed to him because he has some influential friends. That's it. He can't wrestle anymore, he can't cut a promo to save his life... He can't go to work and not complain about his fucking personal issues... Everything he has... Is his name. His past. His looooong gone past.
But Tommy... Why the fuck you're talking in English? Well; I can do everything he can; but better. I made history in different companies. I became a Tag Team Specialist. I became a Hall of Famer. And now... I cut great promos in fucking english. Because once again... Paccioni, I can do everything you can; BUT FUCKING BETTER! BECAUSE I AM TOMMY DREAMER... AND I AM THE MOST VIOLENT PLAYA OF F-W-C!
Wesley Claic esta em uma sala olhando para a câmera.. "O Escolhido" como prefere ser chamado fuma seu cigarro e então começa a falar:
Claic: Na Semana passada eu estive aqui e vi com meus próprios olhos que esse lugar precisa de uma única semente para que uma novo começo seja escrito nos céus e na terra. Um novo começo, uma nova solução…
A câmera se afasta e então… SUICIDE??? SUICIDE!! SUICIDE!! Ele fica olhando para Claic e então olha para câmera:
Suicide: Death… Is… Solution…
A Transmissão se encerra… Suicide!!! Na FWC!!! Um membro da S.O.S está aqui!!! Isso é uma loucura!!!
You claim to do things better than me, but it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
I'm the real deal, you're just the poor's man version, a watered down and contrived version.
I paid the price to be the best! I run my mouth because I can do it, I'm entitled to it.
I was in this business way before you even dreamed of lacing a pair of boots, I was grinding my ass off from the minor leagues to the World Class, from the mean streets of Ancona to the USA.
Step by step, I was paying my dues, kicking asses and shutting mouths every step of the way and now I'm asked to do it again.
If you think of me as a prick, a Primadonna, if you want, I'm gonna prove that you're deadly wrong.
To think something like that you just don't know anything about me or my history in this industry.
But you think you know me, right? You claim I was given my position by chance. You ignore the truth, times change and so do I, if I'm able to keep interest going it's because I deserve it.
I reinvented myself more times than you can even count, garnering success all across the land, elevating me and others to the bright spot, individually, collectively...
What do Tommy Dreamer have that Pacci doesn't? A chip in his shoulder that is! I don't know why, but you think you have a point to prove, and I find that pathetic.
New Yorkers like you are used to think that they are the real deal, you can only wish in your best dreams that you have what it takes to face someone like me in a fair and square wresting match, but that's just what you are, a fucking delusional dreamer.
I can fight my demons while fighting you and in the end I will overcome both, because when I want, I fucking do it
That's my way of doing things, whenever and wherever, I came, I saw, I conquered and that's a hard pill to swallow for some of you.
You're out of your fucking league, Tommy Boy!
On this night, when you sit down in the that locker room, you will be lacing your pair of boots, pulling up your knee pad and you'll be just thinking to yourself: "Am I good enough to be here?" "Do I have what it takes to face the finest athletes in this business?"
Do ya, punk?
You claim you came from the Streets, I say you came from the scum, I know you want to shut me up, but can you?
Every question you can bring to the table, I can bring an answer. You guys are violent? I'm a technician, and an old one for what it is worth.
I am an student of this business, I learned from everyone, even from you, in this case what not to do! I honed my skills for 12 years in this Sport and I know a hold or two...
You, Tommy? You can't differentiate a wristlock from a wristwatch. You wouldn't know what Professional Wrestling really is, even if it bit you! You can be as violent as you want, this respectable business is not about violence, we are talking about a fine, distinguished and technical sport, and I can't put you down WRESTLING WITH AN ARM BEHIND MY BACK!
Yes I'm old, and I complain a lot, but Wrestling is my fucking life, this Sport is what have been bringing food to my table for the last 12 years.
I feed from it, I breathe from it, I live for it! Every drop of my blood, sweat and tears are dedicated to the Growth of it, you don't know shit.
Cody and Me... we're going to show to you what it is like to grow on this Sport and Respect it.
First lesson hits today, you're gonna pay for every damn word spoken! When it comes down to it, even the oldest version of me is better than you'll ever be!
Better people than you tried to stop me, and they all failed. The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all...
And if I'm what's wrong with this business, if I'm what's bad I can prove you that sometimes bad can do some good!
[Estamos no porão da casa de James Collins. Ao fundo, vemos uma luz verde bem no canto do local e um homem de costas para a câmera. Ele usa a vestimenta de The Hurricane, com capa e tudo, mas não vemos seu rosto.]
James Collins: Vocês me forçaram a isso. Eu não queria ter que chegar até esse ponto mas VOCÊS! VOCÊS ME FORÇARAM A ISSO! VOCÊS ME EMPURRARAM DO PENHASCO E NÃO ME DERAM UM PARA-QUEDAS... Eu sinto que estou em queda, e eu sabia que apenas um Super-herói seria capaz de me salvar...
[O homem se vira e ele veste também a máscara de The Hurricane]
The Hurricane: HAHAHA! Sim, senhoras e senhores, existe um furacão ao seu caminho! Mas não, nem mesmo pensem em ficar para trás. Não tentem se esconder, não adianta se proteger, The Hurricane está ao seu caminho e irá pegar você!
Oh, como é bom finalmente estar sob-controle. Como é bom finalmente estar aqui, e prestem bem atenção, senhoras e senhores, pois o início de uma nova era está para começar! Esqueçam biscoitos, esqueçam o leite, pensem em vingança, pensem em justiça!
Sim, sim... Justiça! Justiça é o que falta para a FWC. Justiça contra os crimes cometidos contra o meu amigo James Collins! Justiça contra aqueles que acreditam que esse esporte, assim como esse mundo, pode ser sim um local feliz. Mas, senhores, muitas vezes a justiça não vem sozinha, então pois bem, que caia em minhas mãos essa RESPONSABILIDADE!
E eu começarei logo mais, oh sim! Liguem suas TVs, olhem para a sua tela e vocês irão ver o que acontece quando a injustiça está vencendo e um vigilante precisa agir! Meu primeiro obstáculo em busca da justiça? Bem, El Generico é o nome da peça. Um homem mascarado, assim como eu, mas muito longe de um herói. Um herói como EU! O que carrego comigo não é uma vestimenta e sim um uniforme. Um uniforme onde o verde representa a esperança, e o preto a escuridão da alma necessária para executar justiça com suas próprias mãos.
El Generico irá aprender uma lição, mas hey! É pelo seu bem. É pelo bem da FWC. É pelo bem de todo o esporte. É por isso que aqui estou, é por isso que vencerei! Confiem em mim, confiem no seu Super-herói, FWC! É sua única alternativa...
[A gravação chega ao fim com Hurricane encarando profundamente a câmera.]
I'm coming for your ass!
ResponderExcluirLadies and gentleman... Y'all already know our name. The Most Violent Players of ECW made history in this industry by doing whatever we wanted WHEN we wanted. We became the World Tag Team Champions of both ECW & OGPW, we conquered individual championships... We did everything.
But now... It's a new era. It's a new environment. In this new era... Some people actually think that the Most Violent Players don't deserve a spot in this industry anymore. Some people believe that the industry should become more about guys like Go Shiozaki & Cody Rhodes... And less about old maniacs like Cactus Jack and I.
Guess what... They're wrong. They are wrong because every single time Cactus & I step into this ring... We deliver. We deliver violence. We deliver carnage. We deliver moments that this Audience will NEVER EEEEEEVER Forget. Now... I'm talking about my opponent for tonight.
Because Gabriel Paccioni represents everything that is wrong with this industry. He thinks he is somewhat different from those a-holes in Jig's company. He believes that his spot in this industry is garanteed because he is that good... It ain't true. His spot in this industry is garanteed to him because he has some influential friends. That's it. He can't wrestle anymore, he can't cut a promo to save his life... He can't go to work and not complain about his fucking personal issues... Everything he has... Is his name. His past. His looooong gone past.
But Tommy... Why the fuck you're talking in English? Well; I can do everything he can; but better. I made history in different companies. I became a Tag Team Specialist. I became a Hall of Famer. And now... I cut great promos in fucking english. Because once again... Paccioni, I can do everything you can; BUT FUCKING BETTER! BECAUSE I AM TOMMY DREAMER... AND I AM THE MOST VIOLENT PLAYA OF F-W-C!
Tommy Dreamer.
Wesley Claic esta em uma sala olhando para a câmera.. "O Escolhido" como prefere ser chamado fuma seu cigarro e então começa a falar:
ResponderExcluirClaic: Na Semana passada eu estive aqui e vi com meus próprios olhos que esse lugar precisa de uma única semente para que uma novo começo seja escrito nos céus e na terra. Um novo começo, uma nova solução…
A câmera se afasta e então… SUICIDE??? SUICIDE!! SUICIDE!! Ele fica olhando para Claic e então olha para câmera:
Suicide: Death… Is… Solution…
A Transmissão se encerra… Suicide!!! Na FWC!!! Um membro da S.O.S está aqui!!! Isso é uma loucura!!!
Broken Mind
Suicide
What's the difference between me and you, Tommy?
ResponderExcluirYou claim to do things better than me, but it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
I'm the real deal, you're just the poor's man version, a watered down and contrived version.
I paid the price to be the best! I run my mouth because I can do it, I'm entitled to it.
I was in this business way before you even dreamed of lacing a pair of boots, I was grinding my ass off from the minor leagues to the World Class, from the mean streets of Ancona to the USA.
Step by step, I was paying my dues, kicking asses and shutting mouths every step of the way and now I'm asked to do it again.
If you think of me as a prick, a Primadonna, if you want, I'm gonna prove that you're deadly wrong.
To think something like that you just don't know anything about me or my history in this industry.
But you think you know me, right? You claim I was given my position by chance.
You ignore the truth, times change and so do I, if I'm able to keep interest going it's because I deserve it.
I reinvented myself more times than you can even count, garnering success all across the land, elevating me and others to the bright spot, individually, collectively...
What do Tommy Dreamer have that Pacci doesn't? A chip in his shoulder that is!
I don't know why, but you think you have a point to prove, and I find that pathetic.
New Yorkers like you are used to think that they are the real deal, you can only wish in your best dreams that you have what it takes to face someone like me in a fair and square wresting match, but that's just what you are, a fucking delusional dreamer.
I can fight my demons while fighting you and in the end I will overcome both, because when I want, I fucking do it
That's my way of doing things, whenever and wherever, I came, I saw, I conquered and that's a hard pill to swallow for some of you.
You're out of your fucking league, Tommy Boy!
On this night, when you sit down in the that locker room, you will be lacing your pair of boots, pulling up your knee pad and you'll be just thinking to yourself: "Am I good enough to be here?" "Do I have what it takes to face the finest athletes in this business?"
Do ya, punk?
You claim you came from the Streets, I say you came from the scum, I know you want to shut me up, but can you?
Every question you can bring to the table, I can bring an answer.
You guys are violent? I'm a technician, and an old one for what it is worth.
I am an student of this business, I learned from everyone, even from you, in this case what not to do! I honed my skills for 12 years in this Sport and I know a hold or two...
You, Tommy? You can't differentiate a wristlock from a wristwatch.
You wouldn't know what Professional Wrestling really is, even if it bit you!
You can be as violent as you want, this respectable business is not about violence, we are talking about a fine, distinguished and technical sport, and I can't put you down WRESTLING WITH AN ARM BEHIND MY BACK!
Yes I'm old, and I complain a lot, but Wrestling is my fucking life, this Sport is what have been bringing food to my table for the last 12 years.
I feed from it, I breathe from it, I live for it!
Every drop of my blood, sweat and tears are dedicated to the Growth of it, you don't know shit.
Cody and Me... we're going to show to you what it is like to grow on this Sport and Respect it.
First lesson hits today, you're gonna pay for every damn word spoken! When it comes down to it, even the oldest version of me is better than you'll ever be!
Better people than you tried to stop me, and they all failed.
The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all...
And if I'm what's wrong with this business, if I'm what's bad I can prove you that sometimes bad can do some good!
[Estamos no porão da casa de James Collins. Ao fundo, vemos uma luz verde bem no canto do local e um homem de costas para a câmera. Ele usa a vestimenta de The Hurricane, com capa e tudo, mas não vemos seu rosto.]
ResponderExcluirJames Collins: Vocês me forçaram a isso. Eu não queria ter que chegar até esse ponto mas VOCÊS! VOCÊS ME FORÇARAM A ISSO! VOCÊS ME EMPURRARAM DO PENHASCO E NÃO ME DERAM UM PARA-QUEDAS... Eu sinto que estou em queda, e eu sabia que apenas um Super-herói seria capaz de me salvar...
[O homem se vira e ele veste também a máscara de The Hurricane]
The Hurricane: HAHAHA! Sim, senhoras e senhores, existe um furacão ao seu caminho! Mas não, nem mesmo pensem em ficar para trás. Não tentem se esconder, não adianta se proteger, The Hurricane está ao seu caminho e irá pegar você!
Oh, como é bom finalmente estar sob-controle. Como é bom finalmente estar aqui, e prestem bem atenção, senhoras e senhores, pois o início de uma nova era está para começar! Esqueçam biscoitos, esqueçam o leite, pensem em vingança, pensem em justiça!
Sim, sim... Justiça! Justiça é o que falta para a FWC. Justiça contra os crimes cometidos contra o meu amigo James Collins! Justiça contra aqueles que acreditam que esse esporte, assim como esse mundo, pode ser sim um local feliz. Mas, senhores, muitas vezes a justiça não vem sozinha, então pois bem, que caia em minhas mãos essa RESPONSABILIDADE!
E eu começarei logo mais, oh sim! Liguem suas TVs, olhem para a sua tela e vocês irão ver o que acontece quando a injustiça está vencendo e um vigilante precisa agir! Meu primeiro obstáculo em busca da justiça? Bem, El Generico é o nome da peça. Um homem mascarado, assim como eu, mas muito longe de um herói. Um herói como EU! O que carrego comigo não é uma vestimenta e sim um uniforme. Um uniforme onde o verde representa a esperança, e o preto a escuridão da alma necessária para executar justiça com suas próprias mãos.
El Generico irá aprender uma lição, mas hey! É pelo seu bem. É pelo bem da FWC. É pelo bem de todo o esporte. É por isso que aqui estou, é por isso que vencerei! Confiem em mim, confiem no seu Super-herói, FWC! É sua única alternativa...
[A gravação chega ao fim com Hurricane encarando profundamente a câmera.]
Fim do Prazo!
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