Post by T.V. on May 29, 2015 21:38:44 GMT -8
Theo Vega: Did you miss me, San Francisco?
Theo Vega could be seen sitting inside a white 1964 Ford Mustang Convertible (roof down, of course) on sunny day in the heart of San Francisco. With the fresh, crisp, salty ocean breeze blowing gently ,T.V., inside a restored American Classic has a perfect view of the iconic Golden Gate Bridge as countless cars could be seen going back and forth as the busy commuters go about their daily lives. With his in ring debut just a short time away his focus was squarely on establishing himself, after all why else would you be an athlete without a burning desire to be the absolute best? Confidence was never an issue with T.V. but the liars, thieves, and frauds on the other hand? They were a poison, a cancer circulating throughout the veins of the Golden State; take it from a man hailing from Sin City to separate fact from fiction. T.V. never considered himself a savior by any stretch of the definition but he was if nothing else a man of opportunity. Cut through the corruption and B.S. and the cream will rise to the top, that’s where the Sin City Slicer comes in.
Theo Vega: For a man of “class” IC3 showed himself to be a man of crass. Not only did he enable the biggest keyboard warrior this side of the Mississippi and King Chihuahua himself Drew Stevenson but he’s rewarding him with a celebration?
T.V. was almost certainly rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses as he threw his hands up before slamming them on the steering wheel.
Theo Vega: You have a certifiable circus that would make the Ringling Brothers blush! Anyone could see that IC3 was slimy a mile away but the end of Gold Rush was hard enough for me to watch in my hotel room and this is coming from someone who routinely drives by the Vegas Strip with a burnt-out hooker on every corner! Is this what you want California Wrestling to be all about Isaac, a glorified circus riot?
T.V. shook his head with a grin as he couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of a bunch of glorified mall cops piling out of the back while the Owner bungles and fails to maintain control. If this was the best the head honcho had to offer what was to stop a few grass-eating environmentalists from shutting the arena out of protest? What was to stop a rowdy crew from coming across the Bay Bridge and turn the audience into one big, hostile, Black Hole Incarnate?
Theo Vega: You’re in way over your head Bambino but don’t think I’m here to bail you out from the goodness of my heart; no, no, no. Your boy has something that I as well as every single man and woman on this roster wants and that’s the Golden Gate Championship. Sooner or later I’m coming for the prize so keep your pet chihuahua on a leash for me and as Bob Barker would say, have your pet spayed or neutered because it’s only a matter of time before I take Ole Emerald out behind the shed.
T.V. makes a gun with his hand and fires a phantom bullet straight at the camera.
Theo Vega: As for the Championship Celebration, the one that’s supposedly “mandatory”? You know my address; send me the fine in the mail because I wouldn’t be caught dead attending that circle jerk marathon. Maybe if we’re lucky Shawna will crash the party or the rent-a-cops realize they’re not getting paid nearly enough to be cannon fodder and walk out so the internet doesn’t have to read about Drew’s extended vacation from reality with his six best friends, Q. W, E, R, T, and Y.
T.V. flashes a knowing smirk certain that would get the message across to the Keyboard Warrior. He wasn’t about to sell his dignity down the river Styx by attending some faux-coronation just to stroke a man’s ego that’s already the size of Uranus. He knew he could very well be sacrificing one or several paydays just to send a message but sometimes sacrifices had to be made, he’ll live.
Theo Vega: You and I will meet down the road 1-on-1; that’s a promise.
He pauses as he raises his index finger with a knowing glance. Just because he was giving an impromptu “State of the Bay” address didn’t mean he was getting ahead of himself; not too far ahead of himself anyway. One step at a time, one must take care of the present before they can emerge in the future.
Theo Vega: But this week I get Thaddeus Stone, the “Self-Proclaimed” Measuring Stick. I say self-proclaimed because he never had to match up to the T.V. Standard. This isn’t the Stone Age anymore where Barney the Dinosaur dances around with all the cave children; those days are long gone and they’re never coming back. You were a champion back in your day but we’re far removed from Toby Keith’s heyday and a lot has changed in the 7 or so years you’ve been gone.
Toby Keith, a decade ago the man was on top of the country charts winning music awards left and right, he we was the toast of the south. He had his time in the spotlight and he knocked down plenty of glass ceilings but as the old adage goes; what goes up must come down. While he may enjoy a degree of popularity in the hearts of country music fans everywhere one would argue he has since come back down to Earth; new blood picked up the torch and ran with it.
Theo Vega: This isn’t your first dance in front of the bright lights but you just can’t keep up anymore. On Gold Rush you came away empty handed, your heart wasn’t in that ring; it was somewhere else. You got diamonds in your eyes, you see the west, The Golden State as a chance to change your fortune for the better but like a burnt-out prospector you couldn’t handle the pressure. A man can only consider himself a Measuring Stick if he has the cajones to step up his game at a moment’s notice and remove all doubt.
He shook his head with a look of pity. T.V. took off his sunglasses and placed them on the dashboard as he turned his head towards the left. He rests his arm on the side of the vehicle with the window down. The confidence oozing from T.V. was so palpable you could almost cut it with a knife as he pointed towards the camera with his right hand, almost as if he were addressing Thaddeus Stone in person.
Theo Vega: You only got one chance to make a first impression and you blew it, Bambino. Two strikes, you’re out, this isn’t the MLB.
In a fluid motion he tucked his index finger in and his thumb out as he motioned backwards to emphasize his point.
Theo Vega: You think I’m just blowin a bunch of smoke? Here’s your chance to prove me wrong because if you step into the ring with The Sin City Slicer with your heart in Tennessee and not on taking care of business? Then you’ve just punched your ticket out of town. Opportunities don’t come knockin on your front door every single day and if you refuse to see it for what it is there’s plenty of people in the line ready to take what you threw out. But make no mistake, I am going to slice right through you on Gold Rush and I’m going to show the world exactly why they call me the Cuban Classic. You want a war? You’re about to get one whether you like it or not!
Theo Vega could be seen sitting inside a white 1964 Ford Mustang Convertible (roof down, of course) on sunny day in the heart of San Francisco. With the fresh, crisp, salty ocean breeze blowing gently ,T.V., inside a restored American Classic has a perfect view of the iconic Golden Gate Bridge as countless cars could be seen going back and forth as the busy commuters go about their daily lives. With his in ring debut just a short time away his focus was squarely on establishing himself, after all why else would you be an athlete without a burning desire to be the absolute best? Confidence was never an issue with T.V. but the liars, thieves, and frauds on the other hand? They were a poison, a cancer circulating throughout the veins of the Golden State; take it from a man hailing from Sin City to separate fact from fiction. T.V. never considered himself a savior by any stretch of the definition but he was if nothing else a man of opportunity. Cut through the corruption and B.S. and the cream will rise to the top, that’s where the Sin City Slicer comes in.
Theo Vega: For a man of “class” IC3 showed himself to be a man of crass. Not only did he enable the biggest keyboard warrior this side of the Mississippi and King Chihuahua himself Drew Stevenson but he’s rewarding him with a celebration?
T.V. was almost certainly rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses as he threw his hands up before slamming them on the steering wheel.
Theo Vega: You have a certifiable circus that would make the Ringling Brothers blush! Anyone could see that IC3 was slimy a mile away but the end of Gold Rush was hard enough for me to watch in my hotel room and this is coming from someone who routinely drives by the Vegas Strip with a burnt-out hooker on every corner! Is this what you want California Wrestling to be all about Isaac, a glorified circus riot?
T.V. shook his head with a grin as he couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of a bunch of glorified mall cops piling out of the back while the Owner bungles and fails to maintain control. If this was the best the head honcho had to offer what was to stop a few grass-eating environmentalists from shutting the arena out of protest? What was to stop a rowdy crew from coming across the Bay Bridge and turn the audience into one big, hostile, Black Hole Incarnate?
Theo Vega: You’re in way over your head Bambino but don’t think I’m here to bail you out from the goodness of my heart; no, no, no. Your boy has something that I as well as every single man and woman on this roster wants and that’s the Golden Gate Championship. Sooner or later I’m coming for the prize so keep your pet chihuahua on a leash for me and as Bob Barker would say, have your pet spayed or neutered because it’s only a matter of time before I take Ole Emerald out behind the shed.
T.V. makes a gun with his hand and fires a phantom bullet straight at the camera.
Theo Vega: As for the Championship Celebration, the one that’s supposedly “mandatory”? You know my address; send me the fine in the mail because I wouldn’t be caught dead attending that circle jerk marathon. Maybe if we’re lucky Shawna will crash the party or the rent-a-cops realize they’re not getting paid nearly enough to be cannon fodder and walk out so the internet doesn’t have to read about Drew’s extended vacation from reality with his six best friends, Q. W, E, R, T, and Y.
T.V. flashes a knowing smirk certain that would get the message across to the Keyboard Warrior. He wasn’t about to sell his dignity down the river Styx by attending some faux-coronation just to stroke a man’s ego that’s already the size of Uranus. He knew he could very well be sacrificing one or several paydays just to send a message but sometimes sacrifices had to be made, he’ll live.
Theo Vega: You and I will meet down the road 1-on-1; that’s a promise.
He pauses as he raises his index finger with a knowing glance. Just because he was giving an impromptu “State of the Bay” address didn’t mean he was getting ahead of himself; not too far ahead of himself anyway. One step at a time, one must take care of the present before they can emerge in the future.
Theo Vega: But this week I get Thaddeus Stone, the “Self-Proclaimed” Measuring Stick. I say self-proclaimed because he never had to match up to the T.V. Standard. This isn’t the Stone Age anymore where Barney the Dinosaur dances around with all the cave children; those days are long gone and they’re never coming back. You were a champion back in your day but we’re far removed from Toby Keith’s heyday and a lot has changed in the 7 or so years you’ve been gone.
Toby Keith, a decade ago the man was on top of the country charts winning music awards left and right, he we was the toast of the south. He had his time in the spotlight and he knocked down plenty of glass ceilings but as the old adage goes; what goes up must come down. While he may enjoy a degree of popularity in the hearts of country music fans everywhere one would argue he has since come back down to Earth; new blood picked up the torch and ran with it.
Theo Vega: This isn’t your first dance in front of the bright lights but you just can’t keep up anymore. On Gold Rush you came away empty handed, your heart wasn’t in that ring; it was somewhere else. You got diamonds in your eyes, you see the west, The Golden State as a chance to change your fortune for the better but like a burnt-out prospector you couldn’t handle the pressure. A man can only consider himself a Measuring Stick if he has the cajones to step up his game at a moment’s notice and remove all doubt.
He shook his head with a look of pity. T.V. took off his sunglasses and placed them on the dashboard as he turned his head towards the left. He rests his arm on the side of the vehicle with the window down. The confidence oozing from T.V. was so palpable you could almost cut it with a knife as he pointed towards the camera with his right hand, almost as if he were addressing Thaddeus Stone in person.
Theo Vega: You only got one chance to make a first impression and you blew it, Bambino. Two strikes, you’re out, this isn’t the MLB.
In a fluid motion he tucked his index finger in and his thumb out as he motioned backwards to emphasize his point.
Theo Vega: You think I’m just blowin a bunch of smoke? Here’s your chance to prove me wrong because if you step into the ring with The Sin City Slicer with your heart in Tennessee and not on taking care of business? Then you’ve just punched your ticket out of town. Opportunities don’t come knockin on your front door every single day and if you refuse to see it for what it is there’s plenty of people in the line ready to take what you threw out. But make no mistake, I am going to slice right through you on Gold Rush and I’m going to show the world exactly why they call me the Cuban Classic. You want a war? You’re about to get one whether you like it or not!