Some dreams are my own, but most are those of men whose dreams I ended…
[The G-5 whisks through the Mediterranean sky, bound for London, then back to the States, after the horrific ending to Havoc. Ronnie is awake after a bit of a nap to decompress from the non riot-based events of the show, and he clutches a picture of himself and his wife on their wedding day. He sighs, then opens his laptop, attaches the webcam, and punches the buttons to make a recording.]
Vanessa, you have every right to be angry, mad, or whatever. No, I wouldn’t appreciate it if someone put my wife out there like that. You were used as bait, and that wasn’t fair. It may not be worth a hills of beans to you, but I apologize for your suffering. I will not apologize for what I did, because it is no different than what AC did in attacking my wife and mother-in-law over a year ago, or what Senester did in violating the sanctity of my home. Your outrage for those acts wasn’t there then, but you are outraged now because it was you who suffered. I’ve always had to suffer in silence for the atrocities that have been committed against me in my time in HWA. You have never bothered to take five minutes with me face to face in my entire time in this company. Not when I was a rookie starting out, and you were part of the active roster, nor since you’ve been the color commentator of Havoc. You spout your opinions of me and my actions, yet you have never taken one second to actually speak to or find out who I am as a person. Sure, you can sting a soliloquy together when the N-word was flying around freely, but you had actual power to change something, and you did nothing. You didn’t stand up in the face of what was wrong and try to change anything….you just stood there and allowed it to happen. You didn’t use your voice…the voice that frames what the people see every week from coast to coast every Havoc and every PPV…to stand up for the injustice that was being done to me. You just stood by and watched it happen.
I’m the only dark face around here, and have been for the last five years. I tried to open the door for someone else who shares my heritage to come in here and make a good living and try for a shot of wrestling glory, but no one would dare come in here, withstand everything I’ve had to handle, and not lose their mind and kill someone. You’ve never walked a mile in my shoes Vanessa, and you never have bothered to try to find out the truth from the man that walks them. What you got at Havoc was only a small, infentesimal piece of what I’ve experienced in my time here. The fans hate me because I’m more successful in their world than they could ever hope to be. Even when I was currying for their favor, their cheap pops were laced with hatred. Every week I walked that aisle, and have been spit on, had things thrown at me, called things no man, woman, or child should hear. And these things weren’t uttered by just fans….they were coming from HWA crew, middle and upper management, and wrestlers themselves. Even your precious Hans let a few “######s” fly out of his mouth in the early days, especially after I took the Intercontinetal title off of him within my first month in the company. It sounded like he let one or two more out of his mouth when I beat him again at Havoc the other night.
Speaking of that, how does it feel Hans…how does it feel to know that you could not beat me. Even with Maniac interfering in our impromptu match on your behalf because he wanted to collect a title shot from Wilyard, you could not get it done. You were beaten by a man whom your girlfriend says is a “sad, pathetic man clinging onto a stale career”. If I’m all of that, and I beat you while you had the advantage, what does that make you Hans? You can say I’m a pig-dog…that is what schweinhund means, isn’t it Hans? Butch can say that I’m riding some “boo-hoo train”, and Vanessa can say I have delusions of grandeur…but all the insults in the world can’t make a dent in the truth. And the truth is found inside those ropes. Inside those ropes, you have never beaten me. At Havoc, for those few minutes, I once again showed you your truth…that through all the insults, all the generalities, all the things you think about me and what you think you know about me….that I can beat you. At your best or at your worst, with time to prepare or at the spur of the moment, I can beat you. So think what you want lady and gentlemen…your words are just background noise, blended in with the rest.
Hans, bin ich Ihr Gleichgestelltes, ich bin Ihr Gleicher, ich bin Ihr Vorgesetzter. Ich bin Ihre Wahrheit.
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