No More Mr. Nice Guy. Gloves Are Off. TNB/I:W.

[evil]

With no fanfare. No music. No pyro. No bullshit. Genesis comes storming out. Unannounced. Unadvertised. Grabbing a microphone nearby just before entering the ring. The show was coming close to its end. Who better to cap it off than the man whose been the star of it all night. Dressed in baggy jeans, and an I:W Football jersey. Genesis looks out at the crowd with a huge smile on his face. As he was welcomed with cheers & mostly boos.

Genesis:

[/color] "Boo me all ya want. I'm not going anywhere. Matter of fact. Since my Twitter page has been burnt up with so many hate messages. I've decided to stick around on a more permanent basis. Trust me, I did NOT sign up for Twitter just to argue back & forth with a bunch of posers. However, that's what my page turned into. Rather than a place I could talk about the world, or other things going on in life. I'm now resorted to doing Twitter Wars with so-called "wrestlers" who want nothing to do with me in this very ring. The same wrestlers, whom, if it had not been for certain 'restrictions' in place. Prohibiting me from going in the back. Putting my ring gear on. Walking out here, and getting a new pair of 'shit kickers', once I place my foot up there asses. I'd love the opportunity to take them out. Send them back home to the comfort of there homes. So they can continue to bitch & moan about how badly I destroyed them in this very ring. Than make up 1 million excuses as to why I'm 'stupid', 'ignorant', 'suck', etc, etc, etc. In other words. The same ol, same ol I've heard for the last seven years. So fellas? Your doing nothing new that hasn't already been done before. Your only wasting your time. Provoking me to go after you is doing nothing but giving me another reason to plant my foot up your ass. So just for future references. Stop while your ahead curtain jerkers.

Now... *deep breath*. That I've gotten that off my chest. Contrary to the believe. I'm not out here to talk about all that. I'm not out here to play "bad guy". I'm not out here to "promote" anything. No, No. I'm out here to speak from the heart. God only knows. I wear my heart on my sleeve every time this microphone is handed to me. What I'm about to say is something that I firmly believe. As much as the guy hates me. I KNOW, that Chris Lionheart will take in, and appreciate. If he doesn't? Than he's only bought into this new regime of quote unquote "Professional Wrestling" that myself, and a host of other veterans can't stand!

The reason I came out here was to talk a little "Innovation". This word has been touted, and thrown around since the end of last year. Frankly? It makes me sick to my fucking stomach.

I want one fan... just one fan, to tell me what is so god damn "Innovative" about this company?"

Genesis holds the microphone out. As he walks around the ring. From side to side. Trying to get answers that he knew, he wouldn't get in the first place.

Genesis:[/color] "Exactly... not one of you can tell me, because not even the precious "I:W Universe", knows the answer. For me, I've NEVER, been an I:W wrestler. I'm a TNB Original. I bleed Red n' Black. Not this Purple n' Gold garbage![/color]

Genesis rips off his jersey to reveal an old school TNB logo t-shirt. With "The New Blood" written on the back. Which immediately gets a pop from the crowd. As he chucked the I:W jersey out into the crowd.

Genesis:[/color] "Back when I first started in this organization. Up until its initial end. These letters. These colors. It all used to MEAN SOMETHING! It wasn't just about a plethora of 'new talent' coming into the business. Hoping to hoan there skills. In the hopes that someday down the road. We would strike it big elsewhere. Oh no, no, noooo! To me, TNB stood for professional wrestling at its finest!

From 2005-2007. TNB Wrestling was the shit. Hands down. We may not have had the best equipment. We may not have had the prettiest logo's, or the best lighting. But we had the best WRESTLERS on the planet. Bar none! That still believed in the SPORT of professional wrestling. Not this "Sports Entertainment" crap we're all stuck with today.

We had real characters. We had no scripts or writers. We just went out there and let it all hang out in the ring. You either sank, or you swam with the sharks when you stepped through these ropes. That, was the law of the land around here.

There was no Twitter or Facebook to voice your problems & aggressions. You came out here. You called out the son of a bitch. Then, you beat his ass! THAT is how TNB Wrestling rolled. We didn't hide behind keyboards.

Fast forward to 2012. As I look around this company. I see nothing but fake ass people, trying to be fake ass wrestlers. Walking into the same arena's. The same locker rooms. The same showers. The same motherfucking house, that Genesis helped built since day #1.

I wasn't the only guy. MUCH, much credit went to wrestlers like The Avenger. Shia Storm. Angel Storm. The Dixon Clan. Nicole Storm. Jesse Blair. Christian MoneyMaker. Sylas Styles. Scott "Maniac' Manor. Chris Steele. Ryan Blaze. Kyle Nobbs. Johnny Phoenix. Angel Fyre. Frankly? I could go on and on about the talent. Because back then? That's what we had. TALENT! WE, made this all possible!

Today? We don't have talent. We've got shit talkers. People who'd rather lay the cards out on the table on social media networks. People who promote there own shows, and promotions. People who frankly? Are only in it for themselves, and themselves alone. Rather then grow a sack, and settle a matter in the ring.

I'm going to do everything in my power. To fight this 'ban' over Genesis not being able to compete in the ring. The moment I'm allowed back in it. Once all the legal mumbo jumbo is sorted through. Once I can get this "retirement" stuff lifted. I'm coming back in this ring to break some bitches in half.

If anything you little assholes have done is... *laughs hysterically*

YOU WOKE ME UP!!!

You wanted to see an asshole! You wanted to see what a real asshole can do! Motherfuckers, you will see it! Live and in living color. Every fucking week! Censors are put on notice. Cause nothing is taboo with me. I'm SICK and TIRED, of playing nice guy. Your going to see Genesis back in his prime. Back to the level that only I know how to deliver.

And... before I get too far off track. A little message to Brent Starr. One of the very, very, verrrrry few guys around here who actually 'gets it'. You've got my word. That come September, at "Rise to Stardom". You and I. We will tear the roof off the place. We will be the one match people are gonna talk about for years. I don't care who wins or who loses. I want to show the world, what real wrestling is all about. What this SPORT, needs to have back in its system. Wrestling that actually matters. Wrestling that people want to see. Wrestling... that you and I both know, we can deliver at the drop of a dime.

As of this point forward? I'm putting everyone on this roster on blast. The moment all my legal crap is over. I'm stepping back into this ring, and I'm climbing back to the top. And when I reach the top again? I'm gonna shove it right. in. your. FACES!!![/color]

Genesis slams the microphone down to a stunned crowd. Genesis was indeed live, and in rare form. THIS was the Genesis that used to send shockwaves through the company many years back. The same guy who let nothing or no one stand in his way. The same man that gave authority something to bitch about. That gave the wrestlers a reason to hate. Most of all. The same man who gave the fans something to look forward to every week.

Genesis exited the ring. Then, proceeded to look under it. As he pulls out a sledgehammer. As he eyes the sledgehammer. He gets a twisted grin on his face. As he walks over to the announce table. He then proceeds to take the hammer and slam it down. Over, and over, and over again. Until the table that had the "Innovation: Wrestling" logo shattered.

Over the shattered table that housed the "I:W" insignia. Genesis tosses the hammer aside. Takes his TNB shirt off, and looks at it. Then says to himself, as caught on our camera's:

Genesis:[/color] "Welcome back old friend."[/color]

Genesis kissed the TNB logo on the shirt. Then gently laid the shirt over the rubble in front of him. A raw symbolization, maybe a throwback of sorts. To what this company. This organization. Meant to him, and what he felt in his heart. Could be again someday.

Before the camera's would fade to black. Genesis grabs one of the camera's from the camera guy. Shoving the guy off to the side. He looks into the camera and says one line that well, may sum up everything that already been said.

Genesis:[/color] "Playtime's over. My gloves are off. I've swung the first punch and connected. Lets see who will answer the call next week and swing back. "[/color]

Genesis then slams the camera down on the ground. As the feed is lost. The show goes off the air. In what was possibly the most controversial ending we have ever seen in this companies history.[/center]

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