Post by Diego Cortez on Jun 2, 2012 18:12:40 GMT -5
In the ring with cameras flashing and a crowd yelling enthusiastically and waving numerous signs around, Diego Cortez is standing quietly lost in thought. His face betrays nothing of what he is thinking and just standing in the ring with Diego, Todd Grisham's nervousness is apparent to everyone. Eyes darting back and forth Todd straightens his tie and speaks to Diego in a tentative voice.
Excuse me Diego? Are you ready? We don't have to do this right now...
Motioning for Todd to do his job with an off handed gesture, Diego Cortez steeples his fingers together in front of him and answers Todd in an emotionless voice.
Go ahead Todd. Ask your questions.
Todd looks into Diego's eyes and frowns. There is no sign of his usual attitude...no sign of amusement or even anger...there is just nothing. Todd wrings his hands nervously. This is not the Diego he is familiar with and his nervousness shows.
Ok. How about we start with how you feel about this upcoming match with Randy Orton?
Silence. Diego remains motionless and only stares at Todd Grisham with dead looking eyes. Even the fans are now realizing something unusual is happening and begin to quiet down.
Ummm...perhaps a different question then. Do you think you...
In a low voice, Diego Cortez interrupts Todd.
Let's talk about something different shall we? Let's talk about memories instead. An interesting topic wouldn't you agree?
Todd nods his head, happy that Diego seems to be in control of himself and is content to only talk...even if he is acting creepy.
The WWE, TNA, ROH, New Japan, Chikara. The names aren't important. What they represent is. The federations to be in if you wanted to cement your reputation as a wrestler. So many wrestlers have made their name in this business in the rings of those federations and more importantly, just as many have withered and died. Reputations have been created from battered flesh, broken bones and buckets of blood. The annals of wrestling history will forever remember the names of Ric Flair, Harley Race, Ricky Steamboat, Shinya Hashimoto, and so many others. Fans of this business have a long memory and greatness is always easy to remember.
On the flip side of the coin however are the ones who have passed through on their way to wrestling infamy. Not to be remembered with fondness or awe or for their wrestling prowess but to be forever remembered with derision for their lack of it. To be remembered as the butt of a joke, as just another hopeful who simply couldn't cut it in the big leagues. And just like their ability to remember greatness, the fans are also very good at remembering those talentless souls who pretended to be wrestlers, the imposters, the one who simply wasted their time. You remember them. The list is long. People such as Bastion Booger, Gillberg, Blue Meanie, Giant Gonzalez...the list goes on and on.
Closing his eyes, Diego lowers his head and in a voice which is barely audible asks Todd a question of his own. Outside the ring the crowd is deathly still as they all try to catch the words of Diego Cortez.
If I disappeared tomorrow Todd, what would you remember about me?
Todd Grisham is visibly nervous and takes a moment to contemplate the question before timidly looking at Diego and speaking in a fear laden voice.
Getting...umm...kicked in the...you know, by your ex wife and even though you lost that match you had with Muta was awesome. You've had some great moments here already Diego.
Diego sighs softly and reopens his eyes.
The crux of the matter in a nutshell and I bear the responsibility for it. You, along with most everyone else, believe I am nothing more than a joke. Sure I had a great match with Muta but I lost. I'm not going to give you excuses. That day Muta was the better man. Then that idiotic clip of Sarah and I from long ago and finally Sarah actually showing up here. What's happened is my fault. It is the image I have projected, whether intentionally or not and the blame belongs strictly at my feet. I have been content to be the Diego Cortez that everyone has expected me to be and not the Diego Cortez that I really am.
I refuse to be content any longer.
Looking into Todd's eyes with a dead expression, Diego moves around the ring as Todd twists around trying to keep Diego is his sight. Diego's expressionless face is not the most comforting of sights. Leaning down over Todd's shoulder, Diego speaks softly into Todd's ear. Todd is trying hard not to be afraid but quite frankly, Diego's weird attitude is bothering him more than just a little.
Everything changes this week Todd. This week at FNM, everyone will stop laughing and instead start looking over their shoulders. The time has come for me to stop playing games and focus on what's important. The time has come for me to cement my place in history. At Massacre, the road to immortality beckons and I have every intention of heeding the call. The wrestling world will remember me. Not for what I've done like some of these others but instead for what I'm about to do.
Todd inhales sharply, clearly expecting the worse but Diego obviously doesn't mean him any harm. Instead, he just reaches up and caresses Todd's cheek with his fingertips, eliciting a chill from Todd.
Sarah and I have come to an understanding Todd and what that means for people like Randy Orton is that he will have my full attention. That may not seem like much but know this. Nobody has seen yet what I can really do. The match with Muta, he beat a Diego Cortez that wasn't focused on the task at hand and yet even he barely got the job done. With the bullshit behind me I'm ready to show these so-called stars around here heights of violence they've never seen before. I'm going to do thing to Randy Orton that will make these people out there puke in their cheerios. This week Randy and I are going to walk through fire and swim through blood. The only difference is that I will be walking out to claim the recognition that I deserve, all that much closer to carving my name in the history books while Orton will simply be sent back to the little leagues where he belongs. I will not be stopped. I will not be denied my rightful place any longer. The fire of discontent has destroyed the Diego Cortez you think you know and now it's time to meet the Diego Cortez you prayed you would never have to.
As Todd shivers at Diego's words, Diego finally allows the tiniest of smiles to fleetingly cross his face as he steps through the ropes and hops off the apron. Appearing from nowhere, Sarah Cortez takes Diego's hand and the pair walk up the ramp and out of sight leaving the crowd shocked and stunned. Todd Grisham is left standing there, shaken by Diego's words and vowing never to do an interview with Diego Cortez ever again.
Excuse me Diego? Are you ready? We don't have to do this right now...
Motioning for Todd to do his job with an off handed gesture, Diego Cortez steeples his fingers together in front of him and answers Todd in an emotionless voice.
Go ahead Todd. Ask your questions.
Todd looks into Diego's eyes and frowns. There is no sign of his usual attitude...no sign of amusement or even anger...there is just nothing. Todd wrings his hands nervously. This is not the Diego he is familiar with and his nervousness shows.
Ok. How about we start with how you feel about this upcoming match with Randy Orton?
Silence. Diego remains motionless and only stares at Todd Grisham with dead looking eyes. Even the fans are now realizing something unusual is happening and begin to quiet down.
Ummm...perhaps a different question then. Do you think you...
In a low voice, Diego Cortez interrupts Todd.
Let's talk about something different shall we? Let's talk about memories instead. An interesting topic wouldn't you agree?
Todd nods his head, happy that Diego seems to be in control of himself and is content to only talk...even if he is acting creepy.
The WWE, TNA, ROH, New Japan, Chikara. The names aren't important. What they represent is. The federations to be in if you wanted to cement your reputation as a wrestler. So many wrestlers have made their name in this business in the rings of those federations and more importantly, just as many have withered and died. Reputations have been created from battered flesh, broken bones and buckets of blood. The annals of wrestling history will forever remember the names of Ric Flair, Harley Race, Ricky Steamboat, Shinya Hashimoto, and so many others. Fans of this business have a long memory and greatness is always easy to remember.
On the flip side of the coin however are the ones who have passed through on their way to wrestling infamy. Not to be remembered with fondness or awe or for their wrestling prowess but to be forever remembered with derision for their lack of it. To be remembered as the butt of a joke, as just another hopeful who simply couldn't cut it in the big leagues. And just like their ability to remember greatness, the fans are also very good at remembering those talentless souls who pretended to be wrestlers, the imposters, the one who simply wasted their time. You remember them. The list is long. People such as Bastion Booger, Gillberg, Blue Meanie, Giant Gonzalez...the list goes on and on.
Closing his eyes, Diego lowers his head and in a voice which is barely audible asks Todd a question of his own. Outside the ring the crowd is deathly still as they all try to catch the words of Diego Cortez.
If I disappeared tomorrow Todd, what would you remember about me?
Todd Grisham is visibly nervous and takes a moment to contemplate the question before timidly looking at Diego and speaking in a fear laden voice.
Getting...umm...kicked in the...you know, by your ex wife and even though you lost that match you had with Muta was awesome. You've had some great moments here already Diego.
Diego sighs softly and reopens his eyes.
The crux of the matter in a nutshell and I bear the responsibility for it. You, along with most everyone else, believe I am nothing more than a joke. Sure I had a great match with Muta but I lost. I'm not going to give you excuses. That day Muta was the better man. Then that idiotic clip of Sarah and I from long ago and finally Sarah actually showing up here. What's happened is my fault. It is the image I have projected, whether intentionally or not and the blame belongs strictly at my feet. I have been content to be the Diego Cortez that everyone has expected me to be and not the Diego Cortez that I really am.
I refuse to be content any longer.
Looking into Todd's eyes with a dead expression, Diego moves around the ring as Todd twists around trying to keep Diego is his sight. Diego's expressionless face is not the most comforting of sights. Leaning down over Todd's shoulder, Diego speaks softly into Todd's ear. Todd is trying hard not to be afraid but quite frankly, Diego's weird attitude is bothering him more than just a little.
Everything changes this week Todd. This week at FNM, everyone will stop laughing and instead start looking over their shoulders. The time has come for me to stop playing games and focus on what's important. The time has come for me to cement my place in history. At Massacre, the road to immortality beckons and I have every intention of heeding the call. The wrestling world will remember me. Not for what I've done like some of these others but instead for what I'm about to do.
Todd inhales sharply, clearly expecting the worse but Diego obviously doesn't mean him any harm. Instead, he just reaches up and caresses Todd's cheek with his fingertips, eliciting a chill from Todd.
Sarah and I have come to an understanding Todd and what that means for people like Randy Orton is that he will have my full attention. That may not seem like much but know this. Nobody has seen yet what I can really do. The match with Muta, he beat a Diego Cortez that wasn't focused on the task at hand and yet even he barely got the job done. With the bullshit behind me I'm ready to show these so-called stars around here heights of violence they've never seen before. I'm going to do thing to Randy Orton that will make these people out there puke in their cheerios. This week Randy and I are going to walk through fire and swim through blood. The only difference is that I will be walking out to claim the recognition that I deserve, all that much closer to carving my name in the history books while Orton will simply be sent back to the little leagues where he belongs. I will not be stopped. I will not be denied my rightful place any longer. The fire of discontent has destroyed the Diego Cortez you think you know and now it's time to meet the Diego Cortez you prayed you would never have to.
As Todd shivers at Diego's words, Diego finally allows the tiniest of smiles to fleetingly cross his face as he steps through the ropes and hops off the apron. Appearing from nowhere, Sarah Cortez takes Diego's hand and the pair walk up the ramp and out of sight leaving the crowd shocked and stunned. Todd Grisham is left standing there, shaken by Diego's words and vowing never to do an interview with Diego Cortez ever again.
