Addicted to Wrestling
Dec 18, 2011 14:43:40 GMT -5
Post by 4eyes on Dec 18, 2011 14:43:40 GMT -5
*As the camera turns on, we see sunset over a wide river. There are houses dotting the far shore, mixed in with suburban Northeast foliage. Most of the leaves are off the trees now, we can see clear through the backyards of most of the houses into the road. Turning around, the camera finds a set of steps, that appears to lead up out of the river embankment we are on. We begin to walk towards the nice, patio-style steps, the cameraman moving briskly towards the top. As we get about halfway up, cars can be heard buzzing across a busy highway. We reach the top, and can see just a few feet across from us a walking bridge over the street, leading behind a large brick wall. In red, the wall reads "Rutgers, The State University of New Jersey". Just as the camera zooms in on this greeting, a loud voice startles our picture as the man holding the lens jumps slightly.*
"Down here dipshit!!"
*We whip around, and can see the large outline of James Weck, standing at the bottom of the steps. Viewers can quickly take note of just how expansive this riverside walk is, spanning either way as far as our eyes can see, and several benches every 100 yards or so. We sprint down the steps, taking them two at a time, the camera almost falling on a couple of occasions. When we get to the bottom, Weck is standing halfway between the camera and the water. He has been running, his sweatpants and sweatshirt are covered with sweat. Weck yanks his headphones out of his ears, and we his rage is palpable.*
"I would say that the "Old" Jared James is back, but the truth of the matter is, the Jared James I faced in the ring last Wednesday was like no Jared James that has ever stepped foot inside a wrestling ring. Jared, you were focused, dedicated, and determined. And yes, as for me, I made a critical mistake. I underestimated you. Don't let that statement give you a big head James, it happens to the best of us!! The truth of the matter is that I refused to believe someone who had spent as much time as you had as a boil, a wart, on this sport I love, could come back and put forth the type of effort you did. Well Jared, I can promise you it won't happen again! The difference between my loss to you, Jared, and my previous few wrestling defeats, is that your victory will be very easily, and very quickly, retaliated against! In truth, Jared, perhaps your victory over me did more then me sticking your ass ever could! Because you see, if I came here and simply reigned supreme over a bunch of shithead rejects, then the world I am trying to prove myself to would never see just how amazing my dominance is, they would not think I had beaten any serious competition. But now, when the wrestling world, the same world who shunned me, sees what I become, sees the heights I ascend to here in FGA, when they see me take home the FGA Heavyweight Title, they will know. They will know that I have beaten men who, on their best day, can be held in somewhat high regard in terms of wrestling ability. So the question then, if I believe you did me a favor, is why did I not shake your hand at the end of the match. The answer to that question, Jared James, well that answer is the reason that the next time we meet, I will steamroll over you!! Because Jared FUCKING James, you do not come into my backyard and act like I need your approval!! Any of those assholes in the Inman Center who know about wrestling, the SPORT of wrestling, well they know James Weck. They remember the carnage that James Weck caused. They know that he is the Incarnation of Determination. And if they don't, well I sure as shit do not need, will not accept, your approval to prove something to them. You can take your handshake, Jared James, and shove it up your ass with your fluke win, because you and I both know that the next time we meet, I won't make the same mistake. I won't underestimate you. I have too much at stake now Jared. Your win over me established FGA as a place where credible wrestlers come to ply their craft. Now that you have done that, I cannot afford any more mistakes if I am going to get to where I want. My road to redemption, to getting my name back amongst the greatest in this sport, will run through you again, Jared James. I suggest you try to find a way to survive until then! But now, my road makes a pit stop, a detour, through Scott Reave!!!"
*Weck makes his way over to one of the benches, as the camera follows him. He sits down, staring out into the Raritan River. His face, still a ball of hostility, looks out over the water, almost not even acknowledging the camera is still there.*
"Now Scott, you and I, we have a lot of problems between us. Problems you most likely have no clue exist, but ones that do, simply due to the nature of human being that you are. Before I get to any one point in them though, Scott, let me give you a brief history lesson. We are right outside of the campus of Rutgers University, just about 10 miles from the place I will defeat you at in less then five days time. The reason we are here Scott, is that this was the place where I encountered my greatest failure in life. It was this place that I came to, with the intent, with the talent, to get all that I speak off. To become one of the very best the world had ever seen. To be the greatest collegiate wrestler since Cail Sanderson. To begin my road towards being the best United States international wrestler since Bruce Bombgartener. Now Scott, you may not remember what happened to me here, or why I left the team, and I have too many other things to warn you of to get into it. But I remember you Scott. I knew you were a two time New York state champion! I also know that in New York, there are "City" state champions, which basically consist of the 5 boroughs, Rockland, and Westchester Counties. There are also "Long Island" state champions, and "Upstate" champions. And I know damn well that the "city" states, the title you won twice, is the weakest of just about any state title in the fucking country! And then, just about the same time I was capturing my first junior national freestyle championship, I remember you winning probably the most pathetic weight in the history of the NCAA's. But I do remember you winning. You see Scott, I know a lot more about you then you think I do, and I damn sure know more about you then you seem to about me. I guess that's where we have our first set of problems Reeves. Because you see, you have been around this sport, my sport, far too long to not have learned the importance of scouting your opponent! Scott, I could give a flying fuck if it's me or anybody else! I really could give two shits if you knew I was the Incarnation of Determination, because I will damn sure show you in the ring! But the simple fact that you know nothing about me shows me that you have no respect for this sport! No fucking dedication to your craft, you can't even find out the basics of who you are taking on!! In your debut matching in the fucking company!! Scott, listen good. You may have blown your chance to ever be anything in this sport! You may have already washed up, become just another clinger on past his prime. But to me, this sport of wrestling, well it's all I've ever fucking known! When it was taken from me, a part of me died, and I spent forever trying to get it back! You, you can't even be bothered to do the bare basics to prepare, it's just about your next fucking high!! I expect more from you Scott, I expect more from someone who I know has the capacity to understand just how great a sport this is! But you piss all over what I love, what I care for, and that means that this Wednesday at Combat, I am going to piss all over your hopes and dreams of rebuilding your skeleton of a career!!"
*James' passion seems to be getting the best of him now. He is sitting at the edge of the bench now, staring directly into the camera. His eyes are small and focused, and we can see the pointedness he conveys his emotions with.*[/i]
"Scott, you have the balls to come onto an FGA camera when you are just getting out of rehab?!?! And the first fucking thing you do is go and score more pills?!?! Let me explain something to you, you no talent jackass! I'm no fucking choirboy! I have been down in the ditches, I have seen the bottom rung of society, I lived there for a while! But I would never, ever, disrespect this sport the way you did! Scott, I could give two shits about who threw you in rehab, or why they did it. You sure like to talk about it a lot, to use the website of FGA like it's your own fucking psychiatrist couch, and you think we give two shits about your addictions! Well Scott, I can't speak for anyone else, but I can tell you this, I was listening! And what I heard was a man who thinks that this sport owes him something! A man who blames the wrestling world for his problems! Scott, I have a lot of vindictiveness in my heart too, I have a lot of angst, for what this world did to me when it cast me out, for the way it left me for fucking dead! But I am working towards redemption, while you seem to have given up! And in order for me to be redeemed, I need all those who I defeat, who give me a run for my money, to be redemption level opponents. And some shithead stoner isn't worth the paper the fucking match contract is on!! I am trying to prove to the world that FGA is going to be the next wake in professional wrestling, that I am going to dominate a promotion worth dominating, and you go and film fucking illegal activities to show the whole world! What will they think of me now Scott, how much will any of my hard work mean, if they think that those of you in this company with me are the subject of a public service announcement?!!! Scott, my own hope now rests in destroying you! The only shot I have of proving to the world that I am still capable of all I once was is to kick your ass so far that you can never show your face again!!! You think you are a bad ass just because you have been to rehab? Just because you can get your hands on some pills, just like any other yuppie asshole who burns the candle at both ends with the help of some uppers?!? Scott, you claim you were the hottest man in the business at some point. Now, I can't attest to what happened prior to me discovering this medium of the oldest sport in the world, but I can say that whatever people thought of you, well that time is long since past. Now, when they look at you, they see the same thing I see. A man who needs to realize that his time is past! A man who is trying to hang on to a legacy that never was, simply to get his next fix! I could give two shits about ROPE, or any other thing you have done since you left college! Because you have never been in a company where I roam, never been in a place that I call home! And that means, Scott, that you have never been around someone who NEEDED to win so bad, but more than that someone who needs this sport to be at it's very best! And that can't happen Scott, when men like yourself, men well past your prime, are allowed to run free and fucking do as they please with no regard for what effect it will have on the sport of kings!!"
*Standing now, James emotions seem to be getting the best of him. His rage is causing him to spit both ways as he talks, the only thing keeping him from causing a scene is that most people have the sense to stay away from this riverside location a week before Christmas.*
"I'm sick and tired of assholes like you polluting this sport!! This is the oldest sport in the world, the first Olympic sport, but more then that, this sport is the only thing I have ever really loved! Men like you and Evan Bodom, who had your chance, and blew it by burning out like some kind of pathetic fucking supernova!! Just because you are some fucking pill popper, you think you are some kind of deep fucking thinker, too good for all us jocks in the wrestling world! Too smart for all of us! Truth is you are just another fucking junkie! The only difference between you and all those assholes you talk about from rehab is that when they got themselves is that they didn't put a stain on an entire fucking industry when they wound up there! They didn't make an entire group of hardworking, tough, individuals all look like dirtbag pieces of shit when they went there! And, more specifically and immediately relevant for you, Scott, they don't have me to answer to for their sins this Wednesday. You see Scott, I have said before, I am the grim reaper of wrestling. I am the man who comes to collect on all your sins against the wrestling world, who comes to make sure that you pay up for all your mistakes. And even before you went to rehab, your entire career was one giant mistake. You see Scott, I know enough about your past to know that this isn't the first time you have thrown shit in the face of the sport I love! Between the love triangles and the abductions, you made this sport about everything other then what it is supposed to be! Two men, standing across from each other! One wins, and he is the better man on that day. One looses, and goes back to the drawing board! Instead, you have people focused on all this shit, all things that have nothing to do with the sport I love and cherish!! Scott, I am the Incarnation of Determination because I love this sport, because I love all it has given to me in the past, and all it can give to me in the future! When I was banned my world fucking imploded, because I know just how powerful this sport can be! But you, you bring with you this mountain of bullshit that will never allow people to get past the "male soap opera" element! Scott, and I need them too! Scott, I hate what people like you do to my sport week in and week out, and I will make you pay for that. But even worse for you, I know why you do it. You see Scott, although I didn't finish my career at Rutgers, didn't get a college degree, I am a smart man, a smart competitor. I can read people like you. Now why would a man, like yourself, who has so much experience, choose to focus on being as much of an out of control FUCK-UP inside the ring, instead of trying to prove he is the best wrestler around? The answer is simple, Scott! It is because you and I both know that you don't have the talent to do so. And with that lack of talent comes a lack of self-confidence Scott! With that lack of talent comes a knowledge that you will never be on the level of the most elite competition. And so, because of that, you need to make a point of taking all eyes off of the wrestling product. Well, that may have worked well and good where you were, Scott, but not here! Not when I need all eyes to be on the wrestling product, because it is what I do better then anyone else!! I won't allow you to hide from your lack of ability anymore Scott, I am going to make a fucking example out of you!!!"
*Suddenly, laughter. A dark, evil laugh. Straight from the gut of our host. For those FGA viewers who are not familiar with the somewhat psychotic mood shifts of Weck, this is about as frightening a visual as we could imagine.*
"You realize Scott, just what you are up against??! You are a man who was hauled off to rehab by his last wrestling employer. You are a man with a history of physical injuries, as well as a crippling drug problem, that you seem to either refuse to acknowledge, or refuse to care about. And you are stepping into the ring with a man much larger then you, whose career is on much more of an upswing then yours. You are stepping into the ring with a man who wants to destroy you to his very core, to take away any feeling that you truly can belong in the same mold of "wrestler" that he exists and. And perhaps, worst of all for you, you are stepping into the ring with a man who needs this win so much more then you do! You Scott, what do you need this victory for?!? Your life is currently controlled by your addictions, by your vices. By your desire to get high, to get drunk, and to get fucked! Me, my life is controlled by this sport. It was in this sport that I gained anything that could be called a "life". It was this sport that took that like away once I was banned from it. And now, it is this sport that is forcing me to become the Incarnation of Determination, that is forcing me to push and strain and claw at every inch to get back to the mountaintop spot that was reserved for me! It is through this sport that I will gain my redemption, that I will show the world just how dominant I really am, I always was. So you see Scott, I need this win, and I need it a lot more then you. You have said so yourself, time and time again, that you don't even know if you still have the desire, the ability, to give it your all. Well Scott, I will prove to you real quick that you don't, not when you are stepping into the ring against James Weck. Not when you are stepping into the ring against the man who is the future FGA Heavyweight Champion. The man who does not have any of the self doubt, the worries, that you do. A man whose eyes are focused, whose mind is determined, to prove he belongs. You, Scott, you are old news, you have had time and time again to prove that are on that level, and have failed. And now, you are questioning whether you even want this. Well, I know I do Scott, and I know what I am capable of. By the time I am done with you this Wednesday, you will be praying to go back to the comfort of listening to a chick get herself off. Because Scott, I assure you, this match is going to prove to you that you have nowhere near the desire, the NEED to win, that I do. A lack of desire, a lack of ability, and a man standing across from you who wants to destroy everything about you. Scott, I'm done for now, you have one more chance for a warning later this week, but if I was you, I would stay away from the Inman Center!"
*Weck puts the headphones back in his ears. He goes over to the steps that our cameraman had walked up before, and begins to jump. We see him jump on the bottom step, and down, then do the same with the second. The camera fades out as he hits the third step.*
"Down here dipshit!!"
*We whip around, and can see the large outline of James Weck, standing at the bottom of the steps. Viewers can quickly take note of just how expansive this riverside walk is, spanning either way as far as our eyes can see, and several benches every 100 yards or so. We sprint down the steps, taking them two at a time, the camera almost falling on a couple of occasions. When we get to the bottom, Weck is standing halfway between the camera and the water. He has been running, his sweatpants and sweatshirt are covered with sweat. Weck yanks his headphones out of his ears, and we his rage is palpable.*
"I would say that the "Old" Jared James is back, but the truth of the matter is, the Jared James I faced in the ring last Wednesday was like no Jared James that has ever stepped foot inside a wrestling ring. Jared, you were focused, dedicated, and determined. And yes, as for me, I made a critical mistake. I underestimated you. Don't let that statement give you a big head James, it happens to the best of us!! The truth of the matter is that I refused to believe someone who had spent as much time as you had as a boil, a wart, on this sport I love, could come back and put forth the type of effort you did. Well Jared, I can promise you it won't happen again! The difference between my loss to you, Jared, and my previous few wrestling defeats, is that your victory will be very easily, and very quickly, retaliated against! In truth, Jared, perhaps your victory over me did more then me sticking your ass ever could! Because you see, if I came here and simply reigned supreme over a bunch of shithead rejects, then the world I am trying to prove myself to would never see just how amazing my dominance is, they would not think I had beaten any serious competition. But now, when the wrestling world, the same world who shunned me, sees what I become, sees the heights I ascend to here in FGA, when they see me take home the FGA Heavyweight Title, they will know. They will know that I have beaten men who, on their best day, can be held in somewhat high regard in terms of wrestling ability. So the question then, if I believe you did me a favor, is why did I not shake your hand at the end of the match. The answer to that question, Jared James, well that answer is the reason that the next time we meet, I will steamroll over you!! Because Jared FUCKING James, you do not come into my backyard and act like I need your approval!! Any of those assholes in the Inman Center who know about wrestling, the SPORT of wrestling, well they know James Weck. They remember the carnage that James Weck caused. They know that he is the Incarnation of Determination. And if they don't, well I sure as shit do not need, will not accept, your approval to prove something to them. You can take your handshake, Jared James, and shove it up your ass with your fluke win, because you and I both know that the next time we meet, I won't make the same mistake. I won't underestimate you. I have too much at stake now Jared. Your win over me established FGA as a place where credible wrestlers come to ply their craft. Now that you have done that, I cannot afford any more mistakes if I am going to get to where I want. My road to redemption, to getting my name back amongst the greatest in this sport, will run through you again, Jared James. I suggest you try to find a way to survive until then! But now, my road makes a pit stop, a detour, through Scott Reave!!!"
*Weck makes his way over to one of the benches, as the camera follows him. He sits down, staring out into the Raritan River. His face, still a ball of hostility, looks out over the water, almost not even acknowledging the camera is still there.*
"Now Scott, you and I, we have a lot of problems between us. Problems you most likely have no clue exist, but ones that do, simply due to the nature of human being that you are. Before I get to any one point in them though, Scott, let me give you a brief history lesson. We are right outside of the campus of Rutgers University, just about 10 miles from the place I will defeat you at in less then five days time. The reason we are here Scott, is that this was the place where I encountered my greatest failure in life. It was this place that I came to, with the intent, with the talent, to get all that I speak off. To become one of the very best the world had ever seen. To be the greatest collegiate wrestler since Cail Sanderson. To begin my road towards being the best United States international wrestler since Bruce Bombgartener. Now Scott, you may not remember what happened to me here, or why I left the team, and I have too many other things to warn you of to get into it. But I remember you Scott. I knew you were a two time New York state champion! I also know that in New York, there are "City" state champions, which basically consist of the 5 boroughs, Rockland, and Westchester Counties. There are also "Long Island" state champions, and "Upstate" champions. And I know damn well that the "city" states, the title you won twice, is the weakest of just about any state title in the fucking country! And then, just about the same time I was capturing my first junior national freestyle championship, I remember you winning probably the most pathetic weight in the history of the NCAA's. But I do remember you winning. You see Scott, I know a lot more about you then you think I do, and I damn sure know more about you then you seem to about me. I guess that's where we have our first set of problems Reeves. Because you see, you have been around this sport, my sport, far too long to not have learned the importance of scouting your opponent! Scott, I could give a flying fuck if it's me or anybody else! I really could give two shits if you knew I was the Incarnation of Determination, because I will damn sure show you in the ring! But the simple fact that you know nothing about me shows me that you have no respect for this sport! No fucking dedication to your craft, you can't even find out the basics of who you are taking on!! In your debut matching in the fucking company!! Scott, listen good. You may have blown your chance to ever be anything in this sport! You may have already washed up, become just another clinger on past his prime. But to me, this sport of wrestling, well it's all I've ever fucking known! When it was taken from me, a part of me died, and I spent forever trying to get it back! You, you can't even be bothered to do the bare basics to prepare, it's just about your next fucking high!! I expect more from you Scott, I expect more from someone who I know has the capacity to understand just how great a sport this is! But you piss all over what I love, what I care for, and that means that this Wednesday at Combat, I am going to piss all over your hopes and dreams of rebuilding your skeleton of a career!!"
*James' passion seems to be getting the best of him now. He is sitting at the edge of the bench now, staring directly into the camera. His eyes are small and focused, and we can see the pointedness he conveys his emotions with.*[/i]
"Scott, you have the balls to come onto an FGA camera when you are just getting out of rehab?!?! And the first fucking thing you do is go and score more pills?!?! Let me explain something to you, you no talent jackass! I'm no fucking choirboy! I have been down in the ditches, I have seen the bottom rung of society, I lived there for a while! But I would never, ever, disrespect this sport the way you did! Scott, I could give two shits about who threw you in rehab, or why they did it. You sure like to talk about it a lot, to use the website of FGA like it's your own fucking psychiatrist couch, and you think we give two shits about your addictions! Well Scott, I can't speak for anyone else, but I can tell you this, I was listening! And what I heard was a man who thinks that this sport owes him something! A man who blames the wrestling world for his problems! Scott, I have a lot of vindictiveness in my heart too, I have a lot of angst, for what this world did to me when it cast me out, for the way it left me for fucking dead! But I am working towards redemption, while you seem to have given up! And in order for me to be redeemed, I need all those who I defeat, who give me a run for my money, to be redemption level opponents. And some shithead stoner isn't worth the paper the fucking match contract is on!! I am trying to prove to the world that FGA is going to be the next wake in professional wrestling, that I am going to dominate a promotion worth dominating, and you go and film fucking illegal activities to show the whole world! What will they think of me now Scott, how much will any of my hard work mean, if they think that those of you in this company with me are the subject of a public service announcement?!!! Scott, my own hope now rests in destroying you! The only shot I have of proving to the world that I am still capable of all I once was is to kick your ass so far that you can never show your face again!!! You think you are a bad ass just because you have been to rehab? Just because you can get your hands on some pills, just like any other yuppie asshole who burns the candle at both ends with the help of some uppers?!? Scott, you claim you were the hottest man in the business at some point. Now, I can't attest to what happened prior to me discovering this medium of the oldest sport in the world, but I can say that whatever people thought of you, well that time is long since past. Now, when they look at you, they see the same thing I see. A man who needs to realize that his time is past! A man who is trying to hang on to a legacy that never was, simply to get his next fix! I could give two shits about ROPE, or any other thing you have done since you left college! Because you have never been in a company where I roam, never been in a place that I call home! And that means, Scott, that you have never been around someone who NEEDED to win so bad, but more than that someone who needs this sport to be at it's very best! And that can't happen Scott, when men like yourself, men well past your prime, are allowed to run free and fucking do as they please with no regard for what effect it will have on the sport of kings!!"
*Standing now, James emotions seem to be getting the best of him. His rage is causing him to spit both ways as he talks, the only thing keeping him from causing a scene is that most people have the sense to stay away from this riverside location a week before Christmas.*
"I'm sick and tired of assholes like you polluting this sport!! This is the oldest sport in the world, the first Olympic sport, but more then that, this sport is the only thing I have ever really loved! Men like you and Evan Bodom, who had your chance, and blew it by burning out like some kind of pathetic fucking supernova!! Just because you are some fucking pill popper, you think you are some kind of deep fucking thinker, too good for all us jocks in the wrestling world! Too smart for all of us! Truth is you are just another fucking junkie! The only difference between you and all those assholes you talk about from rehab is that when they got themselves is that they didn't put a stain on an entire fucking industry when they wound up there! They didn't make an entire group of hardworking, tough, individuals all look like dirtbag pieces of shit when they went there! And, more specifically and immediately relevant for you, Scott, they don't have me to answer to for their sins this Wednesday. You see Scott, I have said before, I am the grim reaper of wrestling. I am the man who comes to collect on all your sins against the wrestling world, who comes to make sure that you pay up for all your mistakes. And even before you went to rehab, your entire career was one giant mistake. You see Scott, I know enough about your past to know that this isn't the first time you have thrown shit in the face of the sport I love! Between the love triangles and the abductions, you made this sport about everything other then what it is supposed to be! Two men, standing across from each other! One wins, and he is the better man on that day. One looses, and goes back to the drawing board! Instead, you have people focused on all this shit, all things that have nothing to do with the sport I love and cherish!! Scott, I am the Incarnation of Determination because I love this sport, because I love all it has given to me in the past, and all it can give to me in the future! When I was banned my world fucking imploded, because I know just how powerful this sport can be! But you, you bring with you this mountain of bullshit that will never allow people to get past the "male soap opera" element! Scott, and I need them too! Scott, I hate what people like you do to my sport week in and week out, and I will make you pay for that. But even worse for you, I know why you do it. You see Scott, although I didn't finish my career at Rutgers, didn't get a college degree, I am a smart man, a smart competitor. I can read people like you. Now why would a man, like yourself, who has so much experience, choose to focus on being as much of an out of control FUCK-UP inside the ring, instead of trying to prove he is the best wrestler around? The answer is simple, Scott! It is because you and I both know that you don't have the talent to do so. And with that lack of talent comes a lack of self-confidence Scott! With that lack of talent comes a knowledge that you will never be on the level of the most elite competition. And so, because of that, you need to make a point of taking all eyes off of the wrestling product. Well, that may have worked well and good where you were, Scott, but not here! Not when I need all eyes to be on the wrestling product, because it is what I do better then anyone else!! I won't allow you to hide from your lack of ability anymore Scott, I am going to make a fucking example out of you!!!"
*Suddenly, laughter. A dark, evil laugh. Straight from the gut of our host. For those FGA viewers who are not familiar with the somewhat psychotic mood shifts of Weck, this is about as frightening a visual as we could imagine.*
"You realize Scott, just what you are up against??! You are a man who was hauled off to rehab by his last wrestling employer. You are a man with a history of physical injuries, as well as a crippling drug problem, that you seem to either refuse to acknowledge, or refuse to care about. And you are stepping into the ring with a man much larger then you, whose career is on much more of an upswing then yours. You are stepping into the ring with a man who wants to destroy you to his very core, to take away any feeling that you truly can belong in the same mold of "wrestler" that he exists and. And perhaps, worst of all for you, you are stepping into the ring with a man who needs this win so much more then you do! You Scott, what do you need this victory for?!? Your life is currently controlled by your addictions, by your vices. By your desire to get high, to get drunk, and to get fucked! Me, my life is controlled by this sport. It was in this sport that I gained anything that could be called a "life". It was this sport that took that like away once I was banned from it. And now, it is this sport that is forcing me to become the Incarnation of Determination, that is forcing me to push and strain and claw at every inch to get back to the mountaintop spot that was reserved for me! It is through this sport that I will gain my redemption, that I will show the world just how dominant I really am, I always was. So you see Scott, I need this win, and I need it a lot more then you. You have said so yourself, time and time again, that you don't even know if you still have the desire, the ability, to give it your all. Well Scott, I will prove to you real quick that you don't, not when you are stepping into the ring against James Weck. Not when you are stepping into the ring against the man who is the future FGA Heavyweight Champion. The man who does not have any of the self doubt, the worries, that you do. A man whose eyes are focused, whose mind is determined, to prove he belongs. You, Scott, you are old news, you have had time and time again to prove that are on that level, and have failed. And now, you are questioning whether you even want this. Well, I know I do Scott, and I know what I am capable of. By the time I am done with you this Wednesday, you will be praying to go back to the comfort of listening to a chick get herself off. Because Scott, I assure you, this match is going to prove to you that you have nowhere near the desire, the NEED to win, that I do. A lack of desire, a lack of ability, and a man standing across from you who wants to destroy everything about you. Scott, I'm done for now, you have one more chance for a warning later this week, but if I was you, I would stay away from the Inman Center!"
*Weck puts the headphones back in his ears. He goes over to the steps that our cameraman had walked up before, and begins to jump. We see him jump on the bottom step, and down, then do the same with the second. The camera fades out as he hits the third step.*