Post by Tito Capaci on Mar 19, 2007 21:16:23 GMT -6
Questions are surrounding Power On Wrestling. Far too many to keep track of nowadays. Tito Capaci, the owner of the fledgling company has a lot on his table. Making sure the employees of the company, especially the divas that call themselves "real men" actually do the wrestling inside the ring, don't get their panties in a wad over this or that is work enough. Add to that massive responsibility the pressure of making sure that the money coming in is more than the money going out, and the owner of a wrestling promotion has more on his plate than Rosie O'Donnell at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
These aren't even the questions. Those are the knowns. Every body that throws their hat in the ownership ring of wrestling knows that these sorts of things are going to happen. Some owners strive under the pressure and others buckle under it, shutting their company down without as much as a goodbye or explanation to the wrestlers that were counting on him for a paycheck. A new level of difficulty was added to Capaci's job description last week when questions about political gaming opened up in what once was a well-respected pro wrestling news source. The icing on the cake appeared via the form of stolen and inactive POW Tag Team Belts around the waist of Murderous Intent. This would be "universal" enough to for most owners to throw in the towel.
But Capaci is a hell of a lot tougher than most owners.
Instead, Capaci called these assholes out. He challenged their manhood. He put them on the defensive. And whether they want to admit or not, Murderous Intent quit calling the shots. Unknowingly, unwittingly, and unintentionally, they walked right into the "Sicilian Badass's" plan, and all hell will break lose at All In.
Morgoth and Winters are but a sidenote to Capaci at this point. Sure, they walked in with great visions of grandeur with nice marketing. They plastered themselves all over the screen of the Ameristar Casino promising instant death and destruction to those who stand in their way. All they've accomplished is bloodshed....and most of it has been theirs.
Capaci, a man who is never at a loss for words, has called in a POW camera crew to do a one-man shoot. Their will be no interviewer. Interviewers just slow the process down. Capaci is great enough with a microphone in hand that someone just kills the momentum. Capaci sits in his huge leather swivel chair at his desk at the home office of Power On Wrestling in Kansas City with his hands clasped together as he sits and leans over the face of his desk as if to be casual yet business-like. It's time to get the real "Star of the Show" up and going.
Capaci: Just when a man think he is retired, a few men pretending to be championship material stroll in and force his hand. That's the situation I'm, isn't it? We have two tag teams that have taken it upon themselves to crawl up my ass and be the biggest damn hemroid I've ever had in my life.
Capaci unclasps his hands and sits back in his chair.
Capaci: That's right. Murderous Intent, Winters and Morgoth, you guys have been the biggest pain in my ass since having to put up with Grave and Beau Dodge in Legacy Wrestling Entertainment. As any good business man will tell you, it's best to take care of tasks one thing at a time. It's also a great help to kill two birds with one stone. A contradiction? Nonsense. I'm going to show you when it is appropriate to do both. First, let's take these little tag teams one a time, shall we?
Capaci reaches under his desk and pulls out a promotional poster for Jake Ryan Winters and Luthien Morgoth and sets it on his desk. He takes a look at it before looking back into the camera.
Capaci: Here we have Mary and her little lamb. Initially, I was very impressed with these two. They were innovative. They showed some creativity. Hell, I'll even admit they were a little spooky. The problem, however, comes when reality rolls around and the hits don't match the hype. There were so many people getting excited about Winters and Morgoth. Shirts were flying off the rack. People were dressing like these Gothic clowns. Hell, I even hear one fan created a Myspace page for Luthien and Morgoth and it was getting a couple hundred hits a day. Of course, the same fans that like Morgoth and Winters for some strange reason also are into the whole gay porn thing and the site had to be taken off, but that's all besides the point. Today, they are nothing but a joke. But I get to have the last laugh.
Capaci looks up in the air, thinking about his soon-to-be victory and smirks. Capaci chuckles a bit before eye-balling the camera again.
Capaci: You see, all was well and good for this Beast of Pervdom. They were taking advantage of our multi-media capacities in the Ameristar Casino using their big screen to try to brainwash the crowd. People were buying it. They were buying into the Winters and Morgoth package. Hell, I was buying it. I thought I had something here. I thought I had a tag that could sell some damn tickets. I thought I had a couple of real contenders for the POW Tag Team belts. And then....these morons made a fatal flaw.
Capaci leans in a little closer.
Capaci: They called me out.
Capaci backs away and lets that sink in for a moment to those listening.
Capaci: Lessons are going to be learned, and they are going to be learned the hard way at All In. You want to call out Shawn Stevens, the POW Heavyweight Champ? Go for it. You want to see if Macros and Reck Maverick are as good of a tag team as they claim to be? I'll give you the damn match. But listen to me very closely, and this goes to every single son of a bitch on this roster: DON'T EVER CALL MY ASS OUT ON MY TURF!
Capaci stands up and loses his tie. He walks around to the front of his desk where he calms himself down and sits on the top of his cherry wood desk as he takes a deep breath before continuing.
Capaci: But it almost seems that calling me out is an epidemic now. It's almost the popular thing to do. One team tag team tries to get away with it, the next thing I know, the new kids on the damn block have stolen my vacant POW Tag Team Belts and declared themselves the champions and challenged me to come get them.
Capaci laughs at this thought because his true emotions are boiling to a rage. If he let his true emotions show, shit would be flying all over the office.
Capaci: Murderous Intent. B.B.K and Midnight Felon. You seem to have a man-crush on me for whatever reason. You're doing everything within your power just to piss me off and congratulations you dumb fairy asses, you got your wish. I'm pissed. You took calling "The Made Man" out on his own turf to a whole new level. You not only called me out, you decided to steal belts that belong to me at the moment and use them as weapons. Then you beg me to come get them. And now, that you get your wish and I've answered the call, you decide to call me a coward? You think I'm the one with no balls? FUH-GET ABOUT IT!!!!!!!! Last I checked, you pair of shriveled-up dicklicks is that you picked a fight that you would have a two on one advantage. I evened the odds. That's all. You can rest assured that I'm going to be kicking your ass like a damn soccer ball at All In and there ain't a damn thing you, Morgoth and Winters, the referee, your fat-ass mother or your ego can keep that from happening.
Capaci wipes a bit of drool, or better description might be foam, that was running down his chin from his last bit of raged communication. He notices, he's getting a little out of control and tries to hold back a little.
Capaci: My partner has been the issue of some debate. You're going out on a limb with JTN. What a damn partner that would be. Is it Jay T. Nitro? Maybe. Maybe not. It really doesn't matter at this point. The best team is going to be myself and whoever I drag out of the woodwork to be my partner. Rest assured, the fans won't be disappointed. The other two teams? Yeah, they probably will be.
Capaci takes a bit of free time to unbutton the top button around his collar. He takes a deep breath.
Capaci: So at All In, a lot of wrongs are going to be made right. A lot of problems are going to be solved. Those belts are coming back to me and we'll determine a damn championship team in the correct manner. Things are going to be done my way whether you approve or not. Things are going to be run my way because this is my business. And that's all this is about to me. It's nothing personal. It's strictly business.
These aren't even the questions. Those are the knowns. Every body that throws their hat in the ownership ring of wrestling knows that these sorts of things are going to happen. Some owners strive under the pressure and others buckle under it, shutting their company down without as much as a goodbye or explanation to the wrestlers that were counting on him for a paycheck. A new level of difficulty was added to Capaci's job description last week when questions about political gaming opened up in what once was a well-respected pro wrestling news source. The icing on the cake appeared via the form of stolen and inactive POW Tag Team Belts around the waist of Murderous Intent. This would be "universal" enough to for most owners to throw in the towel.
But Capaci is a hell of a lot tougher than most owners.
Instead, Capaci called these assholes out. He challenged their manhood. He put them on the defensive. And whether they want to admit or not, Murderous Intent quit calling the shots. Unknowingly, unwittingly, and unintentionally, they walked right into the "Sicilian Badass's" plan, and all hell will break lose at All In.
Morgoth and Winters are but a sidenote to Capaci at this point. Sure, they walked in with great visions of grandeur with nice marketing. They plastered themselves all over the screen of the Ameristar Casino promising instant death and destruction to those who stand in their way. All they've accomplished is bloodshed....and most of it has been theirs.
Capaci, a man who is never at a loss for words, has called in a POW camera crew to do a one-man shoot. Their will be no interviewer. Interviewers just slow the process down. Capaci is great enough with a microphone in hand that someone just kills the momentum. Capaci sits in his huge leather swivel chair at his desk at the home office of Power On Wrestling in Kansas City with his hands clasped together as he sits and leans over the face of his desk as if to be casual yet business-like. It's time to get the real "Star of the Show" up and going.
Capaci: Just when a man think he is retired, a few men pretending to be championship material stroll in and force his hand. That's the situation I'm, isn't it? We have two tag teams that have taken it upon themselves to crawl up my ass and be the biggest damn hemroid I've ever had in my life.
Capaci unclasps his hands and sits back in his chair.
Capaci: That's right. Murderous Intent, Winters and Morgoth, you guys have been the biggest pain in my ass since having to put up with Grave and Beau Dodge in Legacy Wrestling Entertainment. As any good business man will tell you, it's best to take care of tasks one thing at a time. It's also a great help to kill two birds with one stone. A contradiction? Nonsense. I'm going to show you when it is appropriate to do both. First, let's take these little tag teams one a time, shall we?
Capaci reaches under his desk and pulls out a promotional poster for Jake Ryan Winters and Luthien Morgoth and sets it on his desk. He takes a look at it before looking back into the camera.
Capaci: Here we have Mary and her little lamb. Initially, I was very impressed with these two. They were innovative. They showed some creativity. Hell, I'll even admit they were a little spooky. The problem, however, comes when reality rolls around and the hits don't match the hype. There were so many people getting excited about Winters and Morgoth. Shirts were flying off the rack. People were dressing like these Gothic clowns. Hell, I even hear one fan created a Myspace page for Luthien and Morgoth and it was getting a couple hundred hits a day. Of course, the same fans that like Morgoth and Winters for some strange reason also are into the whole gay porn thing and the site had to be taken off, but that's all besides the point. Today, they are nothing but a joke. But I get to have the last laugh.
Capaci looks up in the air, thinking about his soon-to-be victory and smirks. Capaci chuckles a bit before eye-balling the camera again.
Capaci: You see, all was well and good for this Beast of Pervdom. They were taking advantage of our multi-media capacities in the Ameristar Casino using their big screen to try to brainwash the crowd. People were buying it. They were buying into the Winters and Morgoth package. Hell, I was buying it. I thought I had something here. I thought I had a tag that could sell some damn tickets. I thought I had a couple of real contenders for the POW Tag Team belts. And then....these morons made a fatal flaw.
Capaci leans in a little closer.
Capaci: They called me out.
Capaci backs away and lets that sink in for a moment to those listening.
Capaci: Lessons are going to be learned, and they are going to be learned the hard way at All In. You want to call out Shawn Stevens, the POW Heavyweight Champ? Go for it. You want to see if Macros and Reck Maverick are as good of a tag team as they claim to be? I'll give you the damn match. But listen to me very closely, and this goes to every single son of a bitch on this roster: DON'T EVER CALL MY ASS OUT ON MY TURF!
Capaci stands up and loses his tie. He walks around to the front of his desk where he calms himself down and sits on the top of his cherry wood desk as he takes a deep breath before continuing.
Capaci: But it almost seems that calling me out is an epidemic now. It's almost the popular thing to do. One team tag team tries to get away with it, the next thing I know, the new kids on the damn block have stolen my vacant POW Tag Team Belts and declared themselves the champions and challenged me to come get them.
Capaci laughs at this thought because his true emotions are boiling to a rage. If he let his true emotions show, shit would be flying all over the office.
Capaci: Murderous Intent. B.B.K and Midnight Felon. You seem to have a man-crush on me for whatever reason. You're doing everything within your power just to piss me off and congratulations you dumb fairy asses, you got your wish. I'm pissed. You took calling "The Made Man" out on his own turf to a whole new level. You not only called me out, you decided to steal belts that belong to me at the moment and use them as weapons. Then you beg me to come get them. And now, that you get your wish and I've answered the call, you decide to call me a coward? You think I'm the one with no balls? FUH-GET ABOUT IT!!!!!!!! Last I checked, you pair of shriveled-up dicklicks is that you picked a fight that you would have a two on one advantage. I evened the odds. That's all. You can rest assured that I'm going to be kicking your ass like a damn soccer ball at All In and there ain't a damn thing you, Morgoth and Winters, the referee, your fat-ass mother or your ego can keep that from happening.
Capaci wipes a bit of drool, or better description might be foam, that was running down his chin from his last bit of raged communication. He notices, he's getting a little out of control and tries to hold back a little.
Capaci: My partner has been the issue of some debate. You're going out on a limb with JTN. What a damn partner that would be. Is it Jay T. Nitro? Maybe. Maybe not. It really doesn't matter at this point. The best team is going to be myself and whoever I drag out of the woodwork to be my partner. Rest assured, the fans won't be disappointed. The other two teams? Yeah, they probably will be.
Capaci takes a bit of free time to unbutton the top button around his collar. He takes a deep breath.
Capaci: So at All In, a lot of wrongs are going to be made right. A lot of problems are going to be solved. Those belts are coming back to me and we'll determine a damn championship team in the correct manner. Things are going to be done my way whether you approve or not. Things are going to be run my way because this is my business. And that's all this is about to me. It's nothing personal. It's strictly business.