Holiday Cheer
Dec 19, 2011 0:27:06 GMT -5
Post by Chandler Scott on Dec 19, 2011 0:27:06 GMT -5
[The familiar sounds of Christmas music can be heard throughout the Chandler Scott Estate. Bing Crosby, if memory serves correct. A nearly seven foot tall Christmas tree stands on the far end of the living room. As the camera pans down from the top, it is decorated with various ornaments, lights and candy canes. The bottom of the tree is littered by stacks and stacks of presents of various shapes and sizes. There are so many presents that surround the tree that you can’t even see the bottom of it. As the camera pans around the living room, Christmas lights and stockings can be seen over the roaring fireplace. Mock candles can be seen sitting in the windows. Even the family dog is wearing a pair of reindeer horns. Into the room walks Preston Blake, grinning from ear to ear as he wears his one size too small red Christmas sweater. He makes his way over to the bar where he lifts up a pitcher of Madison Stewart's egg nog and pours himself a cup. After picking up his cup, he makes his way over to near the fireplace. After sitting down and crossing his legs, he takes a drink from the cup and let's out a satisfying “aaaaaah”.]
Preston:
“Mmmm, now that's some good egg nog,” says Preston as the Holiday beverage excites his taste buds. After taking another quick sip, he puts the glass cup down and addresses the camera in front of him. “Ah yes, it's the most wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime of the year. Sleigh bells are ringing. The fireplace is roaring with flames. The carolers are out. People are driving around like madmen, looking to get all of their gifts for the people that they claim they care about. There's a calming chill in the air. Snow is about to come down any minute. Christmas season is upon us. Now usually during the Holiday season, it's all about good tidings to all, goodwill towards men and spreading the holiday cheer. But not so fast. You see, the only good tidings around here will go to The Harvard Connection. There will be no goodwill towards any of our opponents - man, woman or otherwise. And as far as spreading holiday cheer goes? Heh, the only thing I plan on handing out is the beating of a lifetime. You know, the little kids who are coming up with their little lists for Santa. You know, the ones that have been naughty or nice. Well, my opponent this week hasn't been nice. Contrary to popular belief and contrary to his little nickname, he is not Mr. Nice Guy. He's a bad guy. He's a jerk. He's a fool. His name is Jared James. And he is the biggest liar out of anyone here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts!” Preston's demeanor turns from joyous to angry. His fists and his jaws clinch as he thinks about his upcoming opponents this Wednesday night.
Preston:
“Jared James, you have a..... propensity to come out here and make yourself out to be the good guy. You want yourself to be looked at as a shining example of everything's that's right. The beacon of society. You want to be the man that shakes all of the hands, kisses all the babies, makes all the girls in the crowd swoon and helps all the little old ladies across the street with their groceries. Now to all of you pieces of New Jersey trash, you may think that Jared is a nice guy. He smiles a lot. He has that 'gee golly' charm. He's got the piercing dimples. Little kids want to grow up to be like him. Girls want to be with him. On the surface, Jared seems like a stand up guy. Key phrase being on the surface. But for those of us who know Jared – people like myself, Chandler, Madison, James Weck – people who know the real Jared James, we all know that's all a lie. It's a sham. It's a facade. Jared James is not a nice guy, let alone Mr. Nice Guy. Jared James is not a stand-up guy. Jared James, for all intents and purposes, is a coward!” Preston stares directly into the camera, letting the impact of that last word linger in the air and into the minds of everyone watching this video. “You people want to know what type of guy Jared James really is? You want to know who Jared James is, instead of seeing the mask that he likes to hide behind? Jared James is the type of guy that uses his power to corrupt. Jared is the type of guy that will use his power to put his friends, hell, even his family members into prominent positions. And worst of all, Jared is the type of guy where if he has a problem with you..... he won't go up to you like a man and tell you why he doesn't like you. He won't go up to you like a man and tell you to your face. No, he's the type of guy who will secretly bankroll a bounty to take you out. Heh, sound familiar, Jared? Is any of this ringing a bell? Ha, I'm sooooooooo, so sorry that your secret is now out. Maybe you should've paid me money to keep my mouth shut. Preferably $20,000.” Preston winks, acknowledging the fact that at their last place of employment, where Jared was the Director of Programming, he secretly bankrolled a bounty to take out that promotions top champion – a man that Jared had butted heads with and despised for months.
Preston:
“Oh Jared, Jared, Jared. You're so weak. You're so pathetic. And you actually have the nerve to try and make little snide comments towards The Harvard Connection? Let me tell you something, bro, you are no one to talk. You understand me? No one. Instead of getting in the ring with that man that you hated so much, you cowered in your office, hiding behind your desk because your balls hadc't dropped yet. But now, there's no office to hide in. There's no desk to sneak behind. You're not tucked away in the mountains anymore, Jared. You're smack-dab in the middle of the tri-state area in the northeast. You're no longer a co-owner..... director of programming, whatever the heck you wanted to call yourself. You're no longer in a position of power. We are. Because now, everyone that ever had a problem with you before out West.... we now have the power to pound you and pummel you into the ground. I can't remember how many times you screwed us over. I can’t recall how many times you.... you.... you dicked us around. But we had to swallow our pride for business. We had to keep our mouths closed for business. But on the inside, Jared, we wanted to take our hands, wrap them around that scrawny little neck of yours and shake you around like a rag doll. But that's the great thing about FRONTIER because now, we can...... and we will! Jared James, you are no longer an authority figure. You no longer tell us what to do. You're a competitor now, just like everyone else. You can’t fine, suspend or fire anybody. If you've got a problem, that means you'll actually have to get in the ring and fight your own battles for once. Novel concept, I know, Jared. Last week, you got lucky against James Weck. This week, you won't be so lucky!”
“Jared James, we're both equals now. Well, not really. Because let's face it, the phrase 'Jared James is Preston Blake's equal' should never, ever be uttered. We're equal in the technical sense. We're both employees of FRONTIER Grappling Arts. We're both employed here as professional wrestlers. Neither of us is the founder, owner, or any other authority figure. Neither of us has any power over the other when it comes to office matters. But that's where the equal part ends. Because in the ring, we are not equals. In the ring, there is no comparison between you and me. I am leaps and bounds better than you in every way, shape and form. Oh sure, you can fly around the ring and do all of your cute little flips. But guess what? This isn't gymnastics, Jared! There's no style points. And this isn't the circus, either. But once I get done with you this Wednesday on Combat, I'll certainly leave you looking like the clown that you are.” Preston smirks. He reaches down, raises the glass cup and takes another sip of Madison's delicious egg nog. After placing the cup back down on the table, he continues to speak. “Let's look at the facts, Jared. I am bigger than you. I am stronger than you. Not only am I in a higher weight division than you, but I'm also in a higher tax bracket, thank you very much.” Preston takes the time to cackle while brushing off his shoulder. He turns back to the camera, giving the viewers another smug look. “You're all about flash and flair. But that's just the thing. You're the sizzle without the steak. You're the hype without anything to back it up. You're style over substance. Myself? I'm a mat wrestler. I can break down the biggest of big men. And I can ground the fastest and most aerial high flyers. But me being better than you even goes beyond that. When it comes to intelligence, please, do I even need to say anything else? You've proven time and time again that you can't make good decisions to save your own life. And when it comes to education, well, I come from the greatest university in all of the world. I am a Harvard graduate with a 4.0 GPA. Yet you? You spend your days bumming around the campus of New Hampshire trying to pick up drunk college girls. Real smooth, Casanova. I spend my days living in places like The Hamptons, Hyannis Port, Martha's Vineyard and Block Island. Yet you? You call...... Iowa home. Iowa? Iowa? What is even in Iowa? Well, we certainly know that no-talent, lying, pathetic little losers like Jared James come from Iowa. But that's about it. Preston strokes his chin with his hand as he snickers.
Preston:
“I cannot wait.... I cannot wait to get you in the ring this week for Wednesday Weekly Combat. I get to show all of these trashy, uneducated, no good, rotten scumbags in New Jersey how a real man wrestles. I get to show the uninitiated how a real man takes care of business. And Jared, I cannot wait to show you why you are nothing but a man that is below me in every single aspect of life. Think about it. I am physically stronger than you. I am mentally superior than you. I am the embodiment of your unrealized potential. So maybe if you stopped lying to people, stopped wasting your time visiting that dump of a campus in New Hampshire and actually started to try and better yourself, then maybe.... just maybe, you'll one day get on my level. Last time out, you got lucky. You beat James Weck in a match that was a travesty, a sham and a mockery. There won't be any travesties going on Wednesday night, I can guarantee you that much. I will take care of business. I will beat you down like the dog than you are. And I will not let you sneak away with another victory. This week on Combat, a member of The Harvard Connection will once again make a trip to the winner's circle. While you, Jared, you'll just take your place in life. And that, pal, is beneath me. And that, my friend, is the truth!”
[The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”.]
Preston:
“Mmmm, now that's some good egg nog,” says Preston as the Holiday beverage excites his taste buds. After taking another quick sip, he puts the glass cup down and addresses the camera in front of him. “Ah yes, it's the most wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime of the year. Sleigh bells are ringing. The fireplace is roaring with flames. The carolers are out. People are driving around like madmen, looking to get all of their gifts for the people that they claim they care about. There's a calming chill in the air. Snow is about to come down any minute. Christmas season is upon us. Now usually during the Holiday season, it's all about good tidings to all, goodwill towards men and spreading the holiday cheer. But not so fast. You see, the only good tidings around here will go to The Harvard Connection. There will be no goodwill towards any of our opponents - man, woman or otherwise. And as far as spreading holiday cheer goes? Heh, the only thing I plan on handing out is the beating of a lifetime. You know, the little kids who are coming up with their little lists for Santa. You know, the ones that have been naughty or nice. Well, my opponent this week hasn't been nice. Contrary to popular belief and contrary to his little nickname, he is not Mr. Nice Guy. He's a bad guy. He's a jerk. He's a fool. His name is Jared James. And he is the biggest liar out of anyone here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts!” Preston's demeanor turns from joyous to angry. His fists and his jaws clinch as he thinks about his upcoming opponents this Wednesday night.
Preston:
“Jared James, you have a..... propensity to come out here and make yourself out to be the good guy. You want yourself to be looked at as a shining example of everything's that's right. The beacon of society. You want to be the man that shakes all of the hands, kisses all the babies, makes all the girls in the crowd swoon and helps all the little old ladies across the street with their groceries. Now to all of you pieces of New Jersey trash, you may think that Jared is a nice guy. He smiles a lot. He has that 'gee golly' charm. He's got the piercing dimples. Little kids want to grow up to be like him. Girls want to be with him. On the surface, Jared seems like a stand up guy. Key phrase being on the surface. But for those of us who know Jared – people like myself, Chandler, Madison, James Weck – people who know the real Jared James, we all know that's all a lie. It's a sham. It's a facade. Jared James is not a nice guy, let alone Mr. Nice Guy. Jared James is not a stand-up guy. Jared James, for all intents and purposes, is a coward!” Preston stares directly into the camera, letting the impact of that last word linger in the air and into the minds of everyone watching this video. “You people want to know what type of guy Jared James really is? You want to know who Jared James is, instead of seeing the mask that he likes to hide behind? Jared James is the type of guy that uses his power to corrupt. Jared is the type of guy that will use his power to put his friends, hell, even his family members into prominent positions. And worst of all, Jared is the type of guy where if he has a problem with you..... he won't go up to you like a man and tell you why he doesn't like you. He won't go up to you like a man and tell you to your face. No, he's the type of guy who will secretly bankroll a bounty to take you out. Heh, sound familiar, Jared? Is any of this ringing a bell? Ha, I'm sooooooooo, so sorry that your secret is now out. Maybe you should've paid me money to keep my mouth shut. Preferably $20,000.” Preston winks, acknowledging the fact that at their last place of employment, where Jared was the Director of Programming, he secretly bankrolled a bounty to take out that promotions top champion – a man that Jared had butted heads with and despised for months.
Preston:
“Oh Jared, Jared, Jared. You're so weak. You're so pathetic. And you actually have the nerve to try and make little snide comments towards The Harvard Connection? Let me tell you something, bro, you are no one to talk. You understand me? No one. Instead of getting in the ring with that man that you hated so much, you cowered in your office, hiding behind your desk because your balls hadc't dropped yet. But now, there's no office to hide in. There's no desk to sneak behind. You're not tucked away in the mountains anymore, Jared. You're smack-dab in the middle of the tri-state area in the northeast. You're no longer a co-owner..... director of programming, whatever the heck you wanted to call yourself. You're no longer in a position of power. We are. Because now, everyone that ever had a problem with you before out West.... we now have the power to pound you and pummel you into the ground. I can't remember how many times you screwed us over. I can’t recall how many times you.... you.... you dicked us around. But we had to swallow our pride for business. We had to keep our mouths closed for business. But on the inside, Jared, we wanted to take our hands, wrap them around that scrawny little neck of yours and shake you around like a rag doll. But that's the great thing about FRONTIER because now, we can...... and we will! Jared James, you are no longer an authority figure. You no longer tell us what to do. You're a competitor now, just like everyone else. You can’t fine, suspend or fire anybody. If you've got a problem, that means you'll actually have to get in the ring and fight your own battles for once. Novel concept, I know, Jared. Last week, you got lucky against James Weck. This week, you won't be so lucky!”
“Jared James, we're both equals now. Well, not really. Because let's face it, the phrase 'Jared James is Preston Blake's equal' should never, ever be uttered. We're equal in the technical sense. We're both employees of FRONTIER Grappling Arts. We're both employed here as professional wrestlers. Neither of us is the founder, owner, or any other authority figure. Neither of us has any power over the other when it comes to office matters. But that's where the equal part ends. Because in the ring, we are not equals. In the ring, there is no comparison between you and me. I am leaps and bounds better than you in every way, shape and form. Oh sure, you can fly around the ring and do all of your cute little flips. But guess what? This isn't gymnastics, Jared! There's no style points. And this isn't the circus, either. But once I get done with you this Wednesday on Combat, I'll certainly leave you looking like the clown that you are.” Preston smirks. He reaches down, raises the glass cup and takes another sip of Madison's delicious egg nog. After placing the cup back down on the table, he continues to speak. “Let's look at the facts, Jared. I am bigger than you. I am stronger than you. Not only am I in a higher weight division than you, but I'm also in a higher tax bracket, thank you very much.” Preston takes the time to cackle while brushing off his shoulder. He turns back to the camera, giving the viewers another smug look. “You're all about flash and flair. But that's just the thing. You're the sizzle without the steak. You're the hype without anything to back it up. You're style over substance. Myself? I'm a mat wrestler. I can break down the biggest of big men. And I can ground the fastest and most aerial high flyers. But me being better than you even goes beyond that. When it comes to intelligence, please, do I even need to say anything else? You've proven time and time again that you can't make good decisions to save your own life. And when it comes to education, well, I come from the greatest university in all of the world. I am a Harvard graduate with a 4.0 GPA. Yet you? You spend your days bumming around the campus of New Hampshire trying to pick up drunk college girls. Real smooth, Casanova. I spend my days living in places like The Hamptons, Hyannis Port, Martha's Vineyard and Block Island. Yet you? You call...... Iowa home. Iowa? Iowa? What is even in Iowa? Well, we certainly know that no-talent, lying, pathetic little losers like Jared James come from Iowa. But that's about it. Preston strokes his chin with his hand as he snickers.
Preston:
“I cannot wait.... I cannot wait to get you in the ring this week for Wednesday Weekly Combat. I get to show all of these trashy, uneducated, no good, rotten scumbags in New Jersey how a real man wrestles. I get to show the uninitiated how a real man takes care of business. And Jared, I cannot wait to show you why you are nothing but a man that is below me in every single aspect of life. Think about it. I am physically stronger than you. I am mentally superior than you. I am the embodiment of your unrealized potential. So maybe if you stopped lying to people, stopped wasting your time visiting that dump of a campus in New Hampshire and actually started to try and better yourself, then maybe.... just maybe, you'll one day get on my level. Last time out, you got lucky. You beat James Weck in a match that was a travesty, a sham and a mockery. There won't be any travesties going on Wednesday night, I can guarantee you that much. I will take care of business. I will beat you down like the dog than you are. And I will not let you sneak away with another victory. This week on Combat, a member of The Harvard Connection will once again make a trip to the winner's circle. While you, Jared, you'll just take your place in life. And that, pal, is beneath me. And that, my friend, is the truth!”
[The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”.]