Post by "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash on Dec 6, 2011 18:13:08 GMT -5
A blinding white light blinds us. Uncovered by the light, a black leather chair sits before us. Footsteps echo in the distance, pounding against what looks to be a cold, hard tile floor. A set of long legs come into the shot, covered by blue jeans. As the legs turn toward the camera, they bend, lowering the body they are attached to down into the leather chair. The man sitting before us runs his hand through is long dark hair, getting the stray stands out of his eyes. As he rubs his goatee, he clears his throat.
Kevin Nash: For over two decades... I've been in this business. I have seen the ups and downs. I have seen superstars. I have made superstars. I have ended... superstars. This business... is like a well oiled machine. There is a certain way things are done. There is a reason why it is run the way it is, and it needs to remain that way. It doesn't need change. It doesn't need a hero. This business is just fine the way it is. And those that have problems with it... are going to have problems with me. You see, I'm one of the boys. I can name a price, and that is what I get paid. I can do what I want. I can say what I want. And there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. I paid my dues. I earned... what I got.
Kevin Nash adjusts himself in the leather chair, getting more comfortable.
Kevin Nash: These young punks... they think they can change things. They think that can destroy the machine. They think that they are the future of this business, and that they are just what it needs. No... they're not. You see, these guys haven't earned a damn thing. How many buildings have they sold out? Huh? How many asses do they put in seats? Not many. Not many at all. When people go buy their tickets. When they wait in line camped out for days... they're spending that money to see guys like me. Guys like Shawn Michaels. Guys like Scott Hall. Those other chumps they get to see... they don't give a damn about them. Not a single one of those people care about guys like Chris Danielson or Matt Riley. They want to see a real wrestler. They want to see guys that built this damn business into the empire it has become.
Kevin pulls two items out of his pocket. One is a lighter, while the other is a silver tube. He pops the top off the tube, pulling out a cigar. As he places the cigar into his mouth, he flicks the lighter, making it spark. As the flame ignites, he places it up to the tip of the cigar and puffs. As the cigar is lit, he places the lighter back into his pocket and takes a deep puff. He exhales the smoke, blowing a series of smoke rings into the air.
Kevin Nash: When Shawn hired me here, he knew what he was doing. He knew this place needed someone to make sure it stayed the way it needed to stay. He knew he needed someone like me to help call the shots around this place. And that is how I plan to keep it. This so-called "Evolution" can force feed the fans all this bullshit about "change" they want. Truth be told... they don't care. Do you guys not get it? This is how it is supposed to be. This is what it is meant to be. It is a machine, boys, and the machine will just keep on turning. There's no stopping it. There's no changing it. And if you think for one second that you are... I'm not going to let that happen. Whether the fans get behind you. Whether the boys in the back get behind you... We call the shots. The Kliq runs this asylum, boys. And that is how it will remain.
Kevin takes in another deep puff, enjoying the smoke taking over his body. He then exhales it, blowing it right into the camera lens.
Kevin Nash: Evolution... this week is the first battle. And who do you send out to the front lines? Chris Danielson and Matt Riley? Better yet... who? This is your chance to make your first impression and you pick two jobbers? This has got to be a joke, right? I mean... those guys are facing me and Scott. Former World Tag Team Champions. Two of the founders of the New World Order. The Outsiders. Together... we changed this business. We made it what it is. And you want to send those two chumps out to stand against us? Okay... Okay. We'll work with that. I mean, we've got no problem having those two job out at the expense of ending Evolution before it even begins. They'll do. They'll do just fine.
Nash removes the cigar from his mouth. He slowly leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Kevin Nash: Danielson... Riley... do you know what you're getting yourselves into? Take a look back. Look at the list of guys who have stood up to the likes of me and Scott. Look what happened to them all. They all fall. Not a single one of 'em matched up to us. None of 'em. Sting... Lex Luger... The Giant... Diamon Dallas Page... Bill Goldberg... The list goes on and on, fellas. They all stood up to us. And in the end... they all fell. Those guys, they aren't just some jobbers trying to make a name for themselves. They were superstars. They were at the top of the business. And where are they now? Nowhere to be seen. Where are Scott and I? About to put two more in their places. Scott and I, we aren't going to just win this match. You see, it isn't about winning the match. It is about punishing your opponents. It is about putting them through so much pain... they never want to step back into that ring. And on Brawl 4 All, that is just what we plan to do. There are no rules, boys. I hope when you signed back on with this company you got a real nice insurance policy because you're both going to need it. It's just the way it is meant to be...
Kevin stands up, shoving the camera over. The camera keeps on rolling, as he flicks his cigar to the floor. As his footsteps echo off the walls, the cigar slowly burns out...
Kevin Nash: For over two decades... I've been in this business. I have seen the ups and downs. I have seen superstars. I have made superstars. I have ended... superstars. This business... is like a well oiled machine. There is a certain way things are done. There is a reason why it is run the way it is, and it needs to remain that way. It doesn't need change. It doesn't need a hero. This business is just fine the way it is. And those that have problems with it... are going to have problems with me. You see, I'm one of the boys. I can name a price, and that is what I get paid. I can do what I want. I can say what I want. And there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. I paid my dues. I earned... what I got.
Kevin Nash adjusts himself in the leather chair, getting more comfortable.
Kevin Nash: These young punks... they think they can change things. They think that can destroy the machine. They think that they are the future of this business, and that they are just what it needs. No... they're not. You see, these guys haven't earned a damn thing. How many buildings have they sold out? Huh? How many asses do they put in seats? Not many. Not many at all. When people go buy their tickets. When they wait in line camped out for days... they're spending that money to see guys like me. Guys like Shawn Michaels. Guys like Scott Hall. Those other chumps they get to see... they don't give a damn about them. Not a single one of those people care about guys like Chris Danielson or Matt Riley. They want to see a real wrestler. They want to see guys that built this damn business into the empire it has become.
Kevin pulls two items out of his pocket. One is a lighter, while the other is a silver tube. He pops the top off the tube, pulling out a cigar. As he places the cigar into his mouth, he flicks the lighter, making it spark. As the flame ignites, he places it up to the tip of the cigar and puffs. As the cigar is lit, he places the lighter back into his pocket and takes a deep puff. He exhales the smoke, blowing a series of smoke rings into the air.
Kevin Nash: When Shawn hired me here, he knew what he was doing. He knew this place needed someone to make sure it stayed the way it needed to stay. He knew he needed someone like me to help call the shots around this place. And that is how I plan to keep it. This so-called "Evolution" can force feed the fans all this bullshit about "change" they want. Truth be told... they don't care. Do you guys not get it? This is how it is supposed to be. This is what it is meant to be. It is a machine, boys, and the machine will just keep on turning. There's no stopping it. There's no changing it. And if you think for one second that you are... I'm not going to let that happen. Whether the fans get behind you. Whether the boys in the back get behind you... We call the shots. The Kliq runs this asylum, boys. And that is how it will remain.
Kevin takes in another deep puff, enjoying the smoke taking over his body. He then exhales it, blowing it right into the camera lens.
Kevin Nash: Evolution... this week is the first battle. And who do you send out to the front lines? Chris Danielson and Matt Riley? Better yet... who? This is your chance to make your first impression and you pick two jobbers? This has got to be a joke, right? I mean... those guys are facing me and Scott. Former World Tag Team Champions. Two of the founders of the New World Order. The Outsiders. Together... we changed this business. We made it what it is. And you want to send those two chumps out to stand against us? Okay... Okay. We'll work with that. I mean, we've got no problem having those two job out at the expense of ending Evolution before it even begins. They'll do. They'll do just fine.
Nash removes the cigar from his mouth. He slowly leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Kevin Nash: Danielson... Riley... do you know what you're getting yourselves into? Take a look back. Look at the list of guys who have stood up to the likes of me and Scott. Look what happened to them all. They all fall. Not a single one of 'em matched up to us. None of 'em. Sting... Lex Luger... The Giant... Diamon Dallas Page... Bill Goldberg... The list goes on and on, fellas. They all stood up to us. And in the end... they all fell. Those guys, they aren't just some jobbers trying to make a name for themselves. They were superstars. They were at the top of the business. And where are they now? Nowhere to be seen. Where are Scott and I? About to put two more in their places. Scott and I, we aren't going to just win this match. You see, it isn't about winning the match. It is about punishing your opponents. It is about putting them through so much pain... they never want to step back into that ring. And on Brawl 4 All, that is just what we plan to do. There are no rules, boys. I hope when you signed back on with this company you got a real nice insurance policy because you're both going to need it. It's just the way it is meant to be...
Kevin stands up, shoving the camera over. The camera keeps on rolling, as he flicks his cigar to the floor. As his footsteps echo off the walls, the cigar slowly burns out...