2014.06.27: PWN - LEGACY - Tap or Snap (Your Neck)
"Tap out... Tap... Out... Tap... Out..."
Noah was seen pacing back and forth in a backstage scene somewhere. There's a good chance it was the Emerald Academy, but it could just as well be any general training facility in the LA area. But after what had gone down at Friday the 20th and all of the back and forth between Cameron Kaiser and Noah Adelaide... Cameron was full of nothing but idle threats... threats even more idle than the Idle Sheik. They were threats that he threw out without still having any clue just what he was getting into. Noah had many ways he could end the battle and that came at the hands of being trained by the Joker's Wild trio, before Mercer had joined the brigade. Cameron was part of the infamous Von Licht family, a wrestling family, but Noah was no slouch and he'd take all of Cameron's empty threats and shove 'em.
"At Independence day you're going to TAP OUT! So you're gonna break my legs, huh? You're gonna be that punk that walks around that thinks just because he's got a few inches on me, because he's got about twenty pounds on me... that he's going to be able to break my legs, break my arms, break my spirit but the truth of the matter? Cameron Kaiser is just another punk that's thinking he's hot shit because now he's got a few buddies behind him but ya know what? That's fine. You can have your WASTE buddies behind you, and I'll have the Emerald Academy behind me. I'll call up Steven and Love & War will show ya how it's done. There's not a game that you can play that I can't play better, Cameron. This whole "feeling insecure" thing... it ain't gonna cut it because WASTE is a WASTE of time."
Noah snickered, blowing a little air out of his nose and a little out of his mouth and shook his head while he adjusted his hair to make sure it was tied back into a pony tail.
"What you are Cameron, is a coward. You're that punk that sits behind a computer screen, you're the punk that talks on the other end of the phone call, you're the punk that stands in front of a camera and talks and types a whole lot of nonsense and bullshit but when it boils down to it at the end of the day you need your friends to get the job done for you because you're just not capable of doing it. This whole dark and mysterious crap? Knock it off because we all know you're nothing but rainbows and sunshine underneath it all, just like your brother, Peyton. See, Peyton-- he's a good guy. Known that guy for a while but you on the other hand? You could stand to learn a thing or two from him because at least Peyton... at least Peyton isn't a punk. At least Peyton doesn't need goons jumping in from all sides to get the job done and neither do I. See, I got Frank in my corner just in case you try and pull anything funky. I've got the big man Bobby Langford on standby in case you try anything funny, I've got some friends over in MSW coming to enjoy the show and ya know what? They'd be more than happy to jump those rails and take the fight to your boys in WASTE if ya try anything funny. So what's the point? The point is that you've got nothin' on me, and there's nothing you can do TO me, that I haven't already had done in my training."
Noah just laughed. It was like he said at the beginning, he wasn't here to make friends but he did have respect for the people that did deserve it. Somebody like Frank Washington who went out of his way with Scotty and Drew to help train him and Steven. Somebody like Steven Marion that trained with him through the academy and managed to click very well with Noah-- one of his one true friends in the business. Somebody like Bobby Langford, also through the academy, big but more athletic than a man his size should be. A veteran like the Idle Sheik who's just hilarious on twitter. But Cameron Kaiser? No. Aiden Marx? No. Matt Ward? If he wasn't aligned with those idiots, probably, but right now? No.
"You're the kind of person that needs to be shut up, Cameron. You are the kind of person that needs your face smashed in until you get it through your head that you've decided to mess with the wrong person. I dare you to try and come at me, Cameron, and try and break my legs, my arms, whatever the hell it is that you think you can do but understand this, and understand it well: if WASTE shows up, just remember my boys are waiting to help me out at any given moment at any given time. If YOU Cameron, try any funny business with me I'll shove your head so far up your ass you won't see the light of day. And once you manage to find your way out.. since you're a clever one and I'm sure you'll figure it out, I'll have a V.T.R. waiting for you. And once I lock in that V.T.R., Cameron, you'll have no place to go, no where to run, no where to hide, your WASTE pals won't be able to reach you soon enough and you'll be left with two options: tap out, or I'll SNAP - YOUR - NECK! There's no room for role models here, just respect; those who deserve it and those who need it beat into them. That's what the Academy taught me, and that's how I follow my career. You've reached your end, Cameron, now it's time to put up... or shut the hell - up!"
