Ray Santana
League Member
(Ray Santana and TTT are walking down the streets at night. Both are wearing black leather jackets and blue jeans. They have EUWC t-shirts on and wear sunglasses.)
Ray: Thanks for making it to Ultra Brawl.
TTT: No problem. It was great getting back into the ring again. Taking out Texas Lightning was something that I'd wanted to do for a long time. It's too bad we couldn't pull off the win.
Ray: Doesn't matter. That match meant nothing anyway.
TTT: Sure seemed to mean something to AOD.
Ray: Well, of course. I didn't win his stupid Iron Man challenge and he got to pick our pay-per-view match. Let him have his fun. He probably got off on it anyway. I can't believe he actually expected me to go into a handicap match alone. Especially when he gave me the option of getting a tag team partner. Dumbass.
TTT: Yeah, really. Anyways, I gotta head out. I'm meeting with EUWC bigwigs to go over my contract.
(They stop and face each other. They shake hands and TTT leaves. Ray continues on down the street facing the camera.)
Ray: AOD, I hope you enjoyed my surprise at Ultra Brawl. You put me into a position where I had to get a tag team partner. There was no one in the EUWC who I could trust in the ring. So what do I do? I go and get the only person that fits the bill. I called up my old friend, my confidant, my brother. You remember TTT and I as a team don't you, AOD? We took your tag titles one week after you and Wraith won them. The Salvation is back.
But from here on in, TTT is his own man. Me? Well, I have to say that I'm disappointed in you. At the beginning of 2004, I sat at home and watched the EUWC and I watched Angel of Death become the biggest joke in EUWC history. I remember when you were one of the best in this business and nowadays you don't even care. You've laughed off everything about our feud and treated it like it was a side bar in your career. Let me tell you something AOD, I am the only thing that kept you from being dropped off the map and into wrestling obscurity.
You've gone soft. When I was sitting at home watching you on TV, I thought to myself, "This isn't right. AOD is better than this. He's not being used to his full potential." But when I got here and saw you up close, I realized that I had made a complete mistake. I had been foolish to think that it was the EUWC's fault for you being a running gag. It was you all along. You've forgotten what made you great. You've forgotten what this business was to you. Everything now is a joke to you. You come out, spit out lame quips about the sexually of your opponents, and make yourself look like a retarded jackass each and every week.
This isn't Limestone City Wrestling, AOD. You don't have that pissant Douglas backing you in everything you do. You don't have the board of directors wrapped around your finger anymore. You don't own this fed. Here, you have to earn your victories - and not by ducking under Douglas' desk every Friday morning before the big meeting that afternoon. You don't have anyone to hold your hand anymore. I just wonder if that's the reason you've really sucked lately.
I thought that you could turn it around like you said you were going to do. I thought the real Angel of Death still lived somewhere inside you. I was wrong. You just don't take this business seriously enough. You don't take me seriously enough. You just don't care anymore. Well guess what? Neither do I.
AOD, I'm done with you. I'm cutting my losses and moving on. This has nothing to do with Ultra Brawl so don't even try to pass that off on me. This is about you. Until you're ready to take me and this business as seriously as you used to, don't come calling. I'll find someone else who really gives a **** about themselves, is ready to take themselves to the next level, and is willing to actually give me a challenge. When you grow up and become a real wrestler again, give me a shout. Until then, I don't want to ever see your face again.
(Ray walks off down the dark street as we fade to black.)
Ray: Thanks for making it to Ultra Brawl.
TTT: No problem. It was great getting back into the ring again. Taking out Texas Lightning was something that I'd wanted to do for a long time. It's too bad we couldn't pull off the win.
Ray: Doesn't matter. That match meant nothing anyway.
TTT: Sure seemed to mean something to AOD.
Ray: Well, of course. I didn't win his stupid Iron Man challenge and he got to pick our pay-per-view match. Let him have his fun. He probably got off on it anyway. I can't believe he actually expected me to go into a handicap match alone. Especially when he gave me the option of getting a tag team partner. Dumbass.
TTT: Yeah, really. Anyways, I gotta head out. I'm meeting with EUWC bigwigs to go over my contract.
(They stop and face each other. They shake hands and TTT leaves. Ray continues on down the street facing the camera.)
Ray: AOD, I hope you enjoyed my surprise at Ultra Brawl. You put me into a position where I had to get a tag team partner. There was no one in the EUWC who I could trust in the ring. So what do I do? I go and get the only person that fits the bill. I called up my old friend, my confidant, my brother. You remember TTT and I as a team don't you, AOD? We took your tag titles one week after you and Wraith won them. The Salvation is back.
But from here on in, TTT is his own man. Me? Well, I have to say that I'm disappointed in you. At the beginning of 2004, I sat at home and watched the EUWC and I watched Angel of Death become the biggest joke in EUWC history. I remember when you were one of the best in this business and nowadays you don't even care. You've laughed off everything about our feud and treated it like it was a side bar in your career. Let me tell you something AOD, I am the only thing that kept you from being dropped off the map and into wrestling obscurity.
You've gone soft. When I was sitting at home watching you on TV, I thought to myself, "This isn't right. AOD is better than this. He's not being used to his full potential." But when I got here and saw you up close, I realized that I had made a complete mistake. I had been foolish to think that it was the EUWC's fault for you being a running gag. It was you all along. You've forgotten what made you great. You've forgotten what this business was to you. Everything now is a joke to you. You come out, spit out lame quips about the sexually of your opponents, and make yourself look like a retarded jackass each and every week.
This isn't Limestone City Wrestling, AOD. You don't have that pissant Douglas backing you in everything you do. You don't have the board of directors wrapped around your finger anymore. You don't own this fed. Here, you have to earn your victories - and not by ducking under Douglas' desk every Friday morning before the big meeting that afternoon. You don't have anyone to hold your hand anymore. I just wonder if that's the reason you've really sucked lately.
I thought that you could turn it around like you said you were going to do. I thought the real Angel of Death still lived somewhere inside you. I was wrong. You just don't take this business seriously enough. You don't take me seriously enough. You just don't care anymore. Well guess what? Neither do I.
AOD, I'm done with you. I'm cutting my losses and moving on. This has nothing to do with Ultra Brawl so don't even try to pass that off on me. This is about you. Until you're ready to take me and this business as seriously as you used to, don't come calling. I'll find someone else who really gives a **** about themselves, is ready to take themselves to the next level, and is willing to actually give me a challenge. When you grow up and become a real wrestler again, give me a shout. Until then, I don't want to ever see your face again.
(Ray walks off down the dark street as we fade to black.)