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News Archives - Victor Newman

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Who's Really Your Daddy?

by Brent Kellogg
December 17, 2007

The Newman baby shall be named 'Reed" and the awarding of fatherhood shall go to J.T. Hellstrom. Sounds cut and dried, does it not? Sounds like too that Victoria Newman shall at least open her eyes once or twice and eventually she and J.T. can live happily ever after, right?

It's wrong for the one reason we know all to well: The elite residents of Genoa City were not meant to live happy lives. There must always be some disaster, some crisis dragging them down.

There you are, soaking in a hot bath, sipping some concoction letting the toxins and anxiety of the J.T./Victoria dilemma ooze out of your pores. So happy it wasn't Brad Carlton's baby, you may be wishing you had a copy of Forever on endless loop in the background when you pull up this page and gasping "what the goddamn hell" have an immediate urge to call your Senator.

Trouble is, there is no senator. Jack Abbott is toast; resigned in shame. There shall be no election to determine who will now represent the people of Genoa City and Nightmare County. Lily Winters doesn't want the job; Amber Moore doesn't either. These girls have higher aspirations. They want to win the Faces of Jabot contest. One of them will win a year's supply of toxic chemicals and what greater goal in life is there?

Neil Winters, Michael Baldwin, name any elitist, none want to be a state senator. It is safe to conclude therefore that no further mention will be made of an election. When the God Have Mercy Medical Center next finds itself in need of a grant, let it eat cake. When the battered women's shelter could use a crate of Kleenex for snot-dripping women like April Stevens, let it tell the women to powder their faces with toxic chemicals donated by Jabot at the suggestion of Gloria Bardwell who, when she's not conspiring with son Kevin Fisher to commit another crime, when Kevin isn't hacking into the prison computer system as if a freak like Kevin could actually do such a thing, she's concerned about battered women.

When underprivileged children need inspiration, let it be Lily volunteering her services like mommy Dru Winters is said to have done although there is no clear evidence. When those kids don't have places to go after school, let Victor Newman build them a wreck center which will be promptly forgotten when the center's star pupil in taken out of it and placed with some rich people whom he goes on to call Ma and Pa when they official adopt him.

The point, if there is one to be made, is that like it's always been, there's a lack of continuity in Genoa City. Forget that Victoria had time to boil water, we're supposed to believe that at the height of the Clear Springs grand opening she had time to whip up a batch of manicotti when she and others in the city are always craving Gina Roma's Italian cooking. If they aren't eating at the Athletic Supporter, they're ordering takeout including complete Thanksgiving dinners.

When J.T. was so starved, when he was do drunk he couldn't see straight, when he hadn't seen his comatose girlfriend since she was moved to the Newman Ponderosa and the mere thought of food reminded him that a baby blanket Victoria had been knitting - like she had the time or knew how to knit - had vanished he had a hissy fit. How dare baby girl move the blanket? Didn't Colleen know it's his only connection with Victoria; his rabbit foot on the keychain of life?

Moments later a sober J.T. was at the hospital where Cane Ashby knew he would be and had the forethought to bring him a meatball sandwich. This was followed by Lily and Colleen delivering takeout from the AC which J.T. refused to eat and was subsequently given to some unsuspecting GHM patient, visitor, or employee as if anyone would eat anything some stranger handed them. Given the chance, Zapato or Fisher the dogs would probably eat strange crap, but humans? When there's a frigging cafeteria right there on the property?

And when J.T. finally got his pimply ass out to the Ponderosa, did he race up the stairs and into Victoria's childhood bedroom to see with his own eyes how she's doing? Nope. He had to ask Victor how she's doing and only when Victor intimated that he stop dicking around and go have a look did he do just that only to return to say he'd placed a photo of her baby where Victoria would see it the moment she "wakes up."

This, you can only imagine. You've been in a coma for weeks. When you wake up you see a picture of some scrawny baby! What do you do? You go back into the coma, of course.

Of all the convolution, here's the best part. Victor has said more than once he wants J.T. to be the baby's daddy. He told J.T. today not to worry about Brad Carlton being the father because, like when he had time to interview wet nurses, Victor found the time and the right person to tamper with the DNA test. We know things like this can be done because Phyllis Summers did it. If Nikki Newman and Jack can break into a sperm lab and not get caught, if Ashley Abbott can steal sperm and have herself impregnated with it, the all-powerful Victor having the DNA fixed would be a piece of cake.

Self-Serving Son of a Bitch!

by Brent Kellogg
November 6, 2007

Anyone who may have disliked the great Victor Newman before must love him after today and wish that he was younger. A fit man in his fifties and sixties would have dropped Brad Carlton with a single blow to the solar plexus for making the remark Carlton did about what would happen should Victoria Newman Howard McNeil Carlton Hellstrom [pending] die or come out of a coma as vegetable oil.

Thunder thighs notwithstanding, a snake like Brad would have slithered under a rock the moment Victor's shadow crossed his path and not pretended to care for Victor's daughter whom he treated like crap and cheated on as he did Victor's former wife, Ashley, her complete last name too long to list here.

If not for the fact Victor is pushing seventy, he wouldn't have allowed Jack Abbott to barge into his office unannounced and question whether he'll take responsibility for the Clear Springs disaster when he, Jack, had to have his culpability in the Jabot Cosmetic's ownership scandal pulled out of him like a rotting piece of bowel. A younger Victor would have smacked pig-boy Jack around the office a few times and then kicked his fat ass out the door and down the street for having the audacity to say that the Newman mascot, Zapato is the only one willing to stand by Victor during these troubled times.

Not wanting to waste his time with Jack, Victor didn't say that at least he can look Zapato in the eye which is more than Jack can do Fisher. Just the other day Jack said that merely looking at Fisher reminds him he's a murder suspect, and it wasn't so long ago that it was Jack bitching and moaning how his family had lost its faith in him; his step-son wanting nothing to do with a lying sack of crap.

While it's true that Victor treats those around him like slaves, with his left-hand man Neil Winters bringing him tea and all, those on the receiving end of Victor's wrath deserve what they get right on down from his cheating wife to his big-toothed, arrogant son Nick Newman who it will never be forgotten was willing to send his own father to prison.

And so today, as refreshing as liquid Hawaiian sunshine falling from the sky, a dose of reality unlike that of a whiny school girl calling her shallow chatter boxing with a man twice her age "deep conversation", Victor called Brad a "Self-serving son-of-a-bitch!" and Genoa City was better for it.

The Beauty & The Beast - A Love Story
The End of an Era

October 3, 2007
by Judi Gamin 

Long ago, there was a beautiful blond princess who loved to dance. When she danced, her dance was sensuous, sultry, and she moved with grace. Her smile was the smile of a angel. With long flowing blond hair, she slowly moved gathering in the viewers to her soul.

What no one knew was that this beauty was naive, innocent, promiscuous, and stuck in a life of prostitution. A street rat who grew up in a twisted existence with a drunken father who attempted to rape her, and was killed by her hand. And at her tender age, murdered a five year old, and was never convicted.. Hired by a modeling agency which was a front for a prostitution ring, she was assigned to a small time hood named Cash.

This beauty was poor, came from the dark side of town, and danced in a bar named the Bayou.. She was a stripper. She took her clothes off for a living, but she had the body of a Venus with arms - and she knew it. Though she came from nothing, her smile, her charisma, was enough to melt even the toads among the frogs. And what no one knew, was that at her tender age she had been married, divorced, remarried and divorced yet again and like a cat in search of her prey was on the prowl - again..

One night while she was working, a tall, dark, handsome debonair millionaire walked into the bar by chance. As he gazed across the room he noticed the dancer on the stage. He watched her move, he watched her bump and grind; sensuous, sultry, intriguing - and absolutely beautiful - for a stripper, he thought. His gaze caught her eye, and they instantly got lost in each other. She danced for him He was dashing, his dark eyes penetrating, mysterious - daring. Her knight in shining armor. Her Prince.

When the music ended, she left the stage, and he quickly had a drink sent to her. She reciprocated and graced him with her beauty. Her name was Nikki Reed His name she learned was Victor Newman, billionaire owner of Newman Enterprises. That was the beginning of their courtship. That was the beginning of a lifetime together - made in heaven, which was about to end - in hell.

Since then they had married, divorced, and remarried several times, always to be each other's rock; always to save each other from death or destruction. Even when they strayed from one another, they always returned even more in love then before. After all, he was her ying, she his yang; together they were whole.

So what happened to make this relationship fizzle? Though Victor was totally committed to Nikki, and she to him, she was subservient to him. He was the Lord of the Manor! He made the rules, he gave the orders, and she followed like a kitten in chains.

Until recently, she didn't mind because she always thought of herself as a victim. Lack of confidence in herself, and low self esteem kept her in tow - and Victor knew it. Victor used it. It was his weapon, his power of control over her. And Victor liked control. Victor needed control of everything and everyone in his life. And he never failed to pull out the stops when it was threatened. Never!

It started with Nikki and Phyllis owning NVP. From their it escalated. Slowly but surely Nikki was beginning to morph like a butterfly. Slowly she emerged from her cocoon of subservience to open her wings and soar like a butterfly. Free! Self Confident! Her self esteem restored enough to give her the courage to move onward and upward - in her mind- to greatness.

Yet the higher she flew, the more wrath she took from her keeper.

Victor was beginning to be threatened. Afraid of losing his control he again pulled out the stops to humiliate, degrade and remind her from whence she came. Back in tow, she obeyed temporarily until their plot of trying to take Jack Abbott down blew up in Victor's face. Nikki decided to run for the Senate seat opposite Jack Abbott! The War of the Roses had begun. In his mind, the butterfly had become a spider and drawn him into her web of deceit. The wrath of the beast had fallen upon the beauty.

But it would not be her doom. The new Nikki Newman cut her hair and was strong and confident - and had a new man in her life. She was a survivor, a fighter. She fought for her independence - and won!

But where does this leave Victor? Until now, he always had her loyalty. Until now, he never felt so abandoned. This feeling of abandonment surfaced the doubts he had about himself. And as we know from his past, whenever he is threatened he can become violent.

This was to be the beginning of the end of an era. The love story of a beauty with a beast. This love story will be a love story like no other, and when it ends, be remembered in time ad memoriam!

Newman Stacks the Deck

March 13, 2007
by Brent Kellogg

Don't you love how Genoa City businesses operate? Can you imagine the owner of Wal-Mart pinning down a member of the Wal-Mart Board of Directors and asking for his resignation merely because the owner needs an open seat on which to plant another employee's fat ass?

Can you imagine too the current board member happily giving up the position because he was promised a year's severance pay? Can you further imagine the owner telling the board member that he can keep his stock too as if to say that if the member doesn't agree to quit he'll lose his stock?

You can't?

If you live in Genoa City though, you can.

In what is perhaps the most dangerous precedent setting business move in Newman Enterprises history, Victor Newman did just that today.

For Newman, it was a coup. With right-hand man Neil Winters barking at his heels for a seat on the board, with major new projects overwhelming the company, with the Board of Directors about to be asked to approve or disapprove of Jack Abbott's plan to dissolve satellite company NVP, Newman needs to stack the deck! Or the board, in this case.

Once stacked with a lapdog like Neil Winters, Newman is apparently confident he'll be able to manipulate the vote in his favor much the way one would tamper with a jury. Without making it clear to his wife, who at one time was part owner of NVP, Victor's reason for wanting Abbott to sell off land that a chain of health and wellness spas sit on, not that any landowner would have been dumb enough to sell the land in the first place, Victor doesn't seem to know himself why he's doing it unless he's come up with a reason to stick the knife deeper into Nikki Newman's back.

Of course, that Nikki allowed herself to get under Victor's thumb again doesn't say much about her business acumen. No that she has any, Nikki should have gotten her cow ass to a lawyer long ago. And not the ambulance chasing Michael Baldwin.

And so, as we flip to page 1034 in the Newman handbook "How to Screw Members of Your Family", we read where it says in subsection B, when confronted with a betrayal of trust always fight back. Thus, although she has no business being on the Newman Board even if she were to be elected to it, Nikki declared today that she will fight Winters for the seat.

You may be able to see too that you aren't supposed to have any knowledge of why boards such as this exist. You are much too busy to actually care because, well, this is Newman Enterprises where a pair of diaper-wearing adults run the company. But if you know anything at all you know that boards are comprised of a group of individuals that are elected by the shareholders. They don't, as they've done at NE, vote amongst themselves as to who will fill vacancies except in the case of the board chairman.

That's okay though. Put any conception you may have of reality out of your mind and don't be surprised if Nikki has Vote-4-Me flyers made up and posts a few on the wall at the Jitter Joint. Because as dumb as it gets, it can't get any dumber than this - can it?

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