“Man, I tell ya…” Says The Rocket just shaking his head. “You get one minor detail wrong and someone freaks out and acts like it’s the BIGGEST most GRANDEST achievement in the world.” He face palms shaking his head. “Napalm, dude you couldn't have me more wrong if I walked right up to you and looked you dead in the eye and as you tower over me and grin before turning to walk away… I spin your big, over sized ass back around to face me and I slap you square across the face.” He looks up and right into the camera. “And if you don’t think i’d do it…. Huh, well you better go ask somebody!” He says while folding his arms over his chest. “Check it out SAMPSON. I don’t give a damn how tall you are or how much you weigh because I said it in the first video…. Which you thought was just hilarious.” He rolls his eyes while shaking his head.
“I am unlike ANY man to ever walk through the doors of this company and if you needed anymore proof of that tater tot! Check out my claim to be the next in line for a shot at the OrPro Heavyweight Championship.” He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow. “That my friend is what's called, where I come from anyway, an example. Go ahead and look it up, I can understand that it might be too much for that little brain of yours to comprehend.” He grins and nods his head taking a few moments. “So let’s start at the very tippy top of this little video that was way to long and drawn out for my liking.” He says nodding his head and remembering back to the first piece by his opponent.
“So ya know what? Big deal, I missed the part about you STILL being one half of the Tag Team Champions… Alright, so sue me! Honest mistake… Or was it?” He says grinning and scratching his chin. “Maybe I know something that you don’t. Maybe, just maybe I know about a couple of cats that have big plans for you and your partner.” Both of his eyebrows raise and his eyes become wider. “There are two guy or a young man and a woman, brand spankin new! Not unlike yours truly that I am one hundred and ten percent sure would eat you and Red ‘How to train your’ Dragon for breakfast, lunch and dinner rounding it off with a nice side of Championship pie for desert!” He licks his lips. “Mmmm, Mmmmm Tasty!” He says with a grin and a little chuckle.
“And another thing…” He says laughing for a second, but only a second. “Ha ha! No jack, i’m not a former seventeen time Heavyweight Champion… I’m a TWELVE time former WORLD Heavyweight Champion!” He says nodding his head. “Which to me, means that I have been more places and done a whole hell of a lot more in my short career than you have in your entire….” He pauses for a moment trying to remember what Napalm called his ascension. “What was it you called it? Your entire climb up the ladder I think it was…” He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.
“Regardless, you have clearly not learned just what the word respect means.” He says pointing at the camera and wagging his finger. “You actually had the balls to say that I don’t know what it takes to walk into the Isleta Center and steal the show?” He looks at the camera a little annoyed with confusion written all over his face. “Look ya jackwagon! I have been walking into much bigger arena’s than the Isleta Center, while beautiful and wondrous just isn't the stage of say…. Oh I don’t know… Madison Square Garden.” He says pouting his lips, with a raised eyebrow and nodding his head. “Yup! I've done it AND I wrestled… In a ring!” He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “But you know what my ultimate favorite part of that entire promo was, huh, do ya?” He acts as if he’s waiting for an answer before continuing on. “It was the part when you produced a box and slid it into the frame of the camera you pulled out… Drum roll please.” We begin hear the sounds of a drum roll and he waits for it to cease before continuing and as it does he jumps into the air and with a surprised look on his face he exclaims. “The OrPro Tag Team Championship! Or rather, one half of the Tag Team Championship belts.” He then begins clapping his hands together in a rather annoying fashion before stopping and pausing. “That was so amazing that not only did you drop that on me twice, you did it a different way and you know what? I have an answer for ya!” He places his hands on his hips and smiles really big walking out of frame for a moment.
“Give me the damn thing would you?" We hear him say off camera before he walks back into frame holding a briefcase. “This one is gonna gotcha real good.” He says as he hoists the briefcase high into the air and looks right at the camera. “Are ya curious? Do you gots to know what I got in the case?” He grins and sets the briefcase down on the ground and unlatches the tops latches and he produces a Championship belt of his own. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you the International Championship Wrestling Alliance, or ICWA for short, National Heavyweight Championship belt… Of which I am the CURRENT and LONGEST reigning holder of.” He slings the Championship over his shoulder. “See you talked about still having belts after places have closed… This Championship is from a place that isn't closed, it’s on a bit of a hiatus at the moment, but it’s not closed and I have been the Champion for almost two years!” He taps the Championship belt over his shoulder. “Two years, man. You said my promo had a lot of holes in it and then you made one assumption that gets other guys killed.” He nods his head.
“That promo might have had holes in it but, it did exactly what it was meant to do.” He says with a smile once again. “And that’s draw you out. See I don’t do things just for the hell of it, there is a method to my madness and that’s something you are going to find out first had.” He grins and nods his head. “I’m a clever, sneaky, little bastard and I let people know first hand that when they look at me and judge… Cuz that’s what ya did, you judged me…” He shrugs his shoulders. “Not mad at you, what can you do?” He smiles and points at the camera. “See, you did that one thing you shouldn't have and that’s toss me in a bucket with all the guys that have walked or didn't bother cutting a promo.” He shakes his head. “I said it earlier, this company has never and will never again see another man like me.” He points at the camera. “You’re going to find that out and eventually so is Captain Howdy because what I said isn't just some clever hashtag for twitter.” He says shaking his head and smiling. “It’s the truth and I don’t run my mouth about things I can’t back up. You've spent five months running after a title shot? Talking about paying your dues?” He scoffs at the comments made by his opponent.
“I’ll pay ’em but something I’m not gonna do is not take advantage of an opportunity when it presents itself.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m an opportunist and I have learned from the best, when you see something that you can exploit then you had better take your chance while it’s available.” He points at the camera. “Check it Napes, you and I are being watched and we’re running a race at the moment and it’s gonna come to an end at Circus Maximus.” He says nodding his head. “I didn't come in here day one and say that I might be the guy in the contender’s match, I TOLD you i’m going to be one of the guys in that ring fighting to become THE guy sitting at the top of the mountain.” He looks off out of frame as if he were looking at a mountain. “And that mountain is going to be mine for the taking.” He moves the Championship over to his other arm. “Johnny Napalm, I want you to realize something and realize it before we stand across from each other in that ring… I’m not some rookie that feel off the back of the rookie truck and just walked his ass up in here thinking his owns the place.” He shakes his head.
“Nah man, I own a place… A couple of places actually… But I own a place already and the one thing you need to learn about me real quick is that you aren’t stepping into the ring with some punk kid.” He shrugs his shoulders and puts his hands up. “Now I know I gave you crap earlier but dude you’re a Champ and you got there for a reason and don’t think for one second that I take you or anyone else here lightly.” He says with a smile. “I came here because this is where the best of the best of the best play and you know what? I want to be counted in that too.” He chuckles for moment. “I heard you talk about your family and that the reason you do this is for them… That’s good man, I’m a dad myself and the first ten years of my professional career? That was for them.” He points down at the ground. “This, right here? This time around?” He nods his head up and down. “That’s for me.” He continues nodding his head up and down. “And when I win that OrPro Heavyweight Championship? That’ll be for them and me.” He begins laughing.
“I seldom write checks.” He shakes his head. “It’s out dated and I feel funny doing it but I damn sure carry some cash on me and when I feel like I drop a thousand or so in an airport just to watch people scramble for it.” He scratches his chin for a moment. “That's the kind of world we live in. That’s the sad reality of it all though, i’m not hurting for anything and my little boy ain't wantin for nothin neither.” He smiles just thinking about his son. “That was what my dad wanted for me, to be in a position where I wouldn't have to want for anything and that my family would be all taken care of and so they are.” He winks at the camera. “My wife? Oh she’s here with me and she’ll be around here next week.” He nods at the camera. “You can count on that one for sure.” He drops the belt from his arm and lays it over the briefcase and stands back up. “Johnny Napalm! You sir had better be ready for one of the greatest matches of your career because one more time, you've never faced a man like me.” He flashes that billion dollar smile of his before walking out frame.
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