The world screams out, “Dumb it Down”
…but a man like myself will never appeal to the masses.
I flatly refuse to conform to what you want me to be…
…I ain’t dumbing down nothin’
A desk, a chair, and the nWo banner. That’s all you see, and that’s all we need. A lone figure walks into the room, and sits on the desk. He pulls the hood off his head, and reveals himself to be Ronnie McNeil.
Fatalism. Determinism. Predestination. Call it what you will, it's still the same thing. Everything in life is inevitable. There is no free will, everything we do it means nothing because in the end, whichever choice you make; it all is going to progress to the same unchanging and unyielding finale. Actions are free, but nevertheless work toward an ineluctable conclusion. Forget everything you've heard. Forget about not giving in, acceptance is the only appropriate option you can take, rather than waste a lifetime resisting an inescapable consequence. I've said this many times throughout the years and I have been ignored, disregarded as a man who didn't know what he was talking about. But what about now? Am I still that same man that's warnings went neglected? No, from now on, never will my message be slighted. In my career I have fulfilled all that which I have set out to accomplish. And when my words have crossed over into fruition, I have left well over one hundred men much maligned in the center of the ring. But why feel for them? They don't deserve pity nor should they receive it. I've answered my call and I've done as promised.
But in an odd turn of events, my career has stonewalled. For years I have gone along as being one of the best mat technicians, but never received my fair due. I can dare say no one in this world can throw a suplex quite like me, I can say no one can apply a submission hold quite like me. No one in this world can wrestle quite like Ronnie McNeil. But alas, wrestling has transformed over the years. No longer are your skills as a mat technician relevant in this company. No longer will submissions, counters, technique, or true wrestling get you to the top. In this new era of sports-entertainment it matters not about ability, not even in a hardcore environment. Wrestling is no longer the great equalizer where the best the world has to offer can settle the score between the three cables known as ring ropes. It has become a league of suck ups. A world where it matters more about how shit stained your lips are, rather than pure ability. I've witnessed it all too many times. I would go on a tear through organization after organization, never losing and following my journey as the Genocide of the current wrestling world. I would never lose a match, but I would never be given any opportunities. I was never granted championship matches and I was more overlooked than the cast of 'Glee.' I would systematically make my way through your anti-heroes, ending their own personal reigns, of fear of the community, one by one. Yet I would achieve nothing and move slower and slower up the ladder while men whose mouths reeked of ass soared to heights I could even dream of achieving. But did it matter? Did it really bother me that World Championships were being held by Perennial All-Pro Jobbers while I was watching from the sideline? No. I never needed gold titles to establish myself in wrestling. Hell, I was a martyr. I was Senester’s right hand man; I was Horde....But about now? Do I care now?
Do I want to be a World Champion now?
I wonder at times, was returning to the HWA the right thing for me? Did I make a mistake? There was a time that I breathed the business and I had more passion to wrestle than any man alive, but are those times now gone?
So the question is asked, where is Ronnie McNeil? Did he die? Did he retire? Is he in a place not of death, but of infinite and immortal suffering? Did he replace Prometheus, bound to a rock for an eternity while an eagle eats away at his liver, only to see it grow back that night and endure the same torture the following day? Did the particle accelerator actually live up to scientists fears, creating a black hole and sucking Ronnie McNeil away into obscurity? Did he get abducted by aliens, studied by the men of Mars and asked if he liked their illustrious pyramids in Egypt? Wait, what if, could he have possibly found the lost city of Atlantis? Or no, wait, maybe Ronnie McNeil simply ran away, a coward now living in a log cabin with a beard from here to there? Is it possible that all or none of these are true? These questions pose a most serious and lengthy explanation, but today, I can safely say that none of them are authentic, accurate, or dependable. Simply because, my friends, Ronnie McNeil is not dead, nor retired, he's not being tortured, nor bound to a rock, not sucked into obscurity, nor living on Mars like Jason O'Mara, he hasn't found Atlantis and it is guilelessly implausible to believe he ran away, absolutely outlandish even.
I’ve been right here in the shadows…lurking…at first sulking at my failed opportunities, at continuously being passed over, but then realizing that it was all my own doing. Then I was getting back into game shape, honing my weapons to a fine point, getting ready for the opportunities that were waiting for me. Then it was just waiting for the perfect time to make my move. I found two kindred spirits who felt the same way I did. We found a little financial backing, and took on the name of the most powerful renegade operation in the history of professional wrestling….and here we are.
For better or worse, this is what we have chosen. We refuse to let you dumb us down. We choose to rise above your politics, your mediocrity, and become the most dominant trio in HWA history. All old grudges shall be settled. All your gold shall belong to us. You can either get down, or get laid down. Your choice….
[the preceding announcement was paid for by the nWo]
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