Bow to Salvation...Maybe you'll be Saved....Maybe

by **Nick Ridicule** April 16th 2009, 7:09 am

Respect.

Something that seems so simple, yet, something difficult to truly attain, Salvation is the leading factor of NLWF, yet we get no respect just because are Lord Cyrus enjoys being a dick. We have gone through numerous insults. Verbal abuse from are fellow co-workers who think we are bigger then we really are. Someone who are past there prime before it was ever reached. I walk backstage and I hear them. I hear what they say about me, Cyrus, and Chuck but I don’t let it get to me. I don’t let it bring me down because I know that I was going to be making a name for myself. The rest of the guys don’t even know that I work for this company but the fewer that know me, the better. I work at one pace and that is mine. I don’t need anyone else bringing me down, holding me back. “Who is Alex Mark?” “AlexWho?” “Isn’t he the janitor?” Mock me all you want. It doesn’t really matter at all to me. The only thing that matters now is that I have nothing so I have nothing to lose. By the end of the night everyone will know my name. No one will be asking who or what anymore. They will know that Alex Mark and Salvation is a force to reckon with.

My name is Alex Mark and I am here to stay.

Joe Santiago is someone who likes the sound of his own voice. For too long, I have stood back and listened to his ramble on. No longer. It’s time to take his head out of the clouds and shove it up his own ass where it belongs.

Joe, I don’t expect you to respect much. Hell, I don’t even respect the fans. What have they done for me? Nothing, plain and simple. So why should I do anything for them? In this business you have to watch your own neck. Joe, you might not even respect that title you carry around with you. That’s something that will change soon enough since you won’t be holding onto it that much longer. But above all else, I know you don’t respect me and that is the biggest mistake of your career. You see I would not die for this company. Cyrus would not die for that title. For the respect of the world though, that is another story. That is something worth dying for. If I don’t have your respect Santiago, I’m going to have to beat it outta ya. I will do whatever is necessary. And believe me, I will not hesitate to do whatever has to be done.

I see you standing before us now as a man, a shell of his former self. Me? Well, I have no where else to go but up. Even after this match between you and I, I will continue to rise up. Working my way up the ranks and what will become of me? What is to become of my future here in NLWF? A new Joe Santiago?

Hell no!

We’ve already seen that show a hundred times and it’s gotten old, stale even. No one wants to see another Joe Faggo and Johnny Shitless in this company.

Its time for something a little different. A fresh new face on the screen. Quite possibly better than you, definitely better looking.

At Direct Hit, I am going to mop the mat with you Santiago. Hell, every wrestler in the back wants to see me break the unbreakable because you’re done. You’re washed up. You’re fighting for a lost cause. The man that is not afraid of saying anything, the man who never knows when to hold his tongue will finally be silenced.

You don’t even deserve to call yourself a Champion, much less carry that strap around with you. Soon enough we will no longer hear your annoying voice week in and week out.

The fans do not appreciate Salvation, but they will chant are name eventually. We are giving them a treat by permanently removing scum like Santiago, like Stunner from the company, something they don’t even deserve.

It’s time to make “The Thriller” a stepping-stone.

Chad Vargas, a drunken hillbilly… More like a drunken no name. Being in a match with you isn’t even worth watching because we all know it’s only going to end with another upset and another failed comeback from Chad Vargas. You should be honored by my greatness and that I would even show up for the damn match.

This is a time where people, well not quite people, pieces of crap like Chad who run around doing whatever they feel like. They run around without a care in the world running their mouths about absolutely nothing. When did the wrestling business just start hiring random people, bums, druggies right off the street? You look to your left, you got someone shooting themselves with steroids. You look to your right and complaining about something. I feel like I woke up one day and I’m surrounded by idiocy. Some people don’t even know how to button shirts much less operate any heavy machinery. Look at Ms. Spears running into other people’s cars without giving a shit. Sometimes I think the world is about ready to implode and when that happens, I don’t plan on joining in.

Chad FN Vargas? He is a man of little or no intellect and his physique doesn’t make up for his lack of brainpower. His unruly behavior may be his tool for dissecting his opponents, for playing mind games with them. He may be bigger than me but he can’t even outsmart a goldfish. I’m not even dreading that day because by the time that happens he will still be at the bottom of the barrel while I stand atop the mountain. You know what though? That day may take awhile because you got big headed guys who have been here awhile who trash their fellow wrestlers just to try and bury them. You have guys who work their asses off day in and day out but get no respect. When they suggest something small, the guys who think they are hot shit blow up in their faces.

How did respectable people get like that?

When did they lose respect for the business?

So what if you‘re a former champion in dead federations? That just means you got lucky against someone that wasn’t me so I could care less. People walk around and flaunt their former titles, shoving it in your face to make themselves feel better. But its alright because you’ll get yours eventually. There’s always someone better, even for me. People like my father who thought they were the best, till he was bested by me. I took his title, his pride, his career and his respect.

No one in NLWF can stop Salvation, especially Chad. How do you prepare for a man like me? How do you prepare for a wrestler of my caliber? Just move aside and let me take my rightful place or else I will personally remove you and trust me, that’s not gunna be very fun. The simple answer is basically… You can’t. You can’t prepare for a guy like me. No one wants it with me. I am a man that stands out and above all the rest. I am the man everyone pays their hard-earned cash to see each and every week. I don’t disappoint. I may be Internationally Unknown for now but that will soon end. This is my time to shine.

This is a start of a new generation. Out with the old and in with the new. With every passing day the old blood is getting flushed out and the fresh, new blood is being pumped in. We are surpassing the old, stale standards set by previous wrestlers. There is bound to be a time when the new blood would have to compete with each other and that is what will happen at Direct Hit. Chad, I saw your life and I don’t even know how you could possibly live that life. Just watching you makes me depressed because I have such a great life compared to you. This win I am going to have over you, Chad, is a sign. A sign for bigger and better things to come. My win over you is with further back my claim that I am the rightful Jr. Heavyweight Champion in NLWF. Undisputed soon enough. When we face each other in the ring I will take you down for the last time in your pathetic career then stop your suffering by ending your sorry excuse for a wrestling career.

I am not some cocky, arrogant, talentless punk. I am simply stating facts. I am simply a man with confidence, confidence in my ability to beat Chad Vargas. Not only beat you but mop the mat with you then toss you in the trash, along with Joe Santiago and Chad Vargas. I eat, sleep and breathe this business. I am wrestling personified. Every move I make in the ring is executed with precision. Enjoy the rest of your stay here because it will soon come to an end.

Jake Stunner…Should I be impressed? Your stuff is old and played out Jake, you were better when you were imitating Carlito in High Impact Wrestling. At least then you had some Character

Where you are now, I have proved that I am greater in just one match. You are weak, you’re no good and the only reason you have a name is because there is no one else for you to compete against in this division. Your accolades mean nothing now. Before you start giving people false hopes—Oops, already did that—keep an eye on your own ass and watch me kick it into orbit. This is a whole new era, Salvation and I could give a damn who I have to run down for it to continue. Keep coming at me. We all knew that one day we would see an opponent that Joe Santiago and Jake Stunner just cannot compete against, but no one knew it would be me.

And since you’re a stubborn S.O.B. who just doesn’t know when to quit, I undoubtedly know that you will give me everything you got. After all Jake, you’re here for a repeat, right? The only reason you won the tag title in the first place is because it was handed to you my by has been father.

Don't get it mistaken though, Jake. I may be questioning your skill in the ring but there is no doubt in my mind that you have heart. You want this win just as much as I do. There is a question that has been scratching at my head for quite some time. What makes you think you can beat Salvation? Because you are on this journey of yours doesn't mean everything is going to go good for you. Journeys have their own ill-fated disasters, such as the one that is coming up for you. Some would ask me, what the hell is there to even consider me even worthy of his time? Yes, it's a match for the title, a match at the grandest stage of them all, but listen… When I said that I am the Standard, I meant it. I'm going to kick the hell out of one man who thinks he is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Now, bring everything you've got, everything you have Jake. I want to see everything forced within your body, completely spilled out during the match. We're both going out to the ring, and we are going to have our selves, quite possibly, the match of the night, and when that battlefield clears of smoke you will not be left standing. You're going to be down on that canvas, motionless as you will then know what pain really feels like.

Can you hear the stilling silence before the thunder has it's chance to roar then the lightning striking right after? It’s kinda like the calm before the storm, and that is just what we can expect before our match. I can’t be held responsible if I steal the show with my talent because I'll make this match memorable. If even I question my sanity, my drive out in the ring, and you are all proven sane… Then that exactly tells you all, only a sane man can feel such a thing as fear, and there is no doubt in my mind that you are feeling some degree of fear as I speak. The fear, it has gotten to you. Striking you like a snake, ripping through you like a jaguar, and you fall back blinded like a deer in the headlights. There are always two sides to every man. The course of one's life would have him change from time to time. The happenings surrounding him would always influence what person is going to come forth in the end.

I just want to make this last part short, sweet, and to the point, my friends. I want this match to be memorable, beyond extent of memory. I have never really looked up to anyone, or anything, ever. But you may see me as something you would love to be someday, the future of this business even. It's a harsh Reality, but you'll come to accept it. There is no one, I repeat, NO ONE, who is going to be like myself, Chuck, and Brenton. No one who is going to have a tighter grasp around the true sanction of the world today. I dare any wrestler to step within the ring and face off against Salvation, not one person can plead to being able to overcome us with a fair victory... Not even Tapido. I know I'm not all about fair victories, I'm really not. I could care less for the way the job gets done, but sometimes you have to have the guts to end a match cleanly. Branded a so-called fool, the one who always gets things wrong, the one who is always there to be made a mockery of… Changes are going to be made at Direct Hit. I'm not who you think I am, I'm better than that. And I may stand here today with all of you judging me, ya'll may think I'm alone in my speech here, trying to get people to think of me differently. I am gunna prove to all of you, that I am not alone.

There have been many great heroes throughout history, but many of them have long since passed on. Leaving our generation and our children’s generation without a hero to guide us. But fear not, for there is one religion shall rise up and give us hope! One religion who will always be there.

Wherever he is needed…

One band of merry men who shall surpass all who came before them. To all the problems, they have the answers. Salvation can make anything work.

Triumph over any obstacle.

Win at any game.

Vanquish any foe.

They can break through any barrier.

They can make his darkest day the brightest.

Overcome ANY odds.

Exceed ALL expectations.

No mortal can detour them, for they are almighty.

BOW TO SALVATION….

And maybe

You’ll be saved….