FRONTIER Files: Up Against a Madman [4-7-13]
Jun 7, 2013 17:06:01 GMT -5
Post by Chandler Scott on Jun 7, 2013 17:06:01 GMT -5
[ A humbled Chandler Scott can be seen sitting down on a bench inside of a locker room of an unknown facility. He holds an ice pack to the side of his head as he winces in pain. The last thing he needed was to get belted with a title belt to the face. And by that raving lunatic Kevin Hardaway of all people. No worries, he'll deal with “K-Hard” in due time. And once Chandler beats him from pillar to post and proves that he is the TRUE PRIDE of FGA, Hardaway will be thrown out of yet ANOTHER Frontier. And Chandler, Gambino, and everyone else that Hardaway has ticked off will have a great big laugh at his latest failure. But that's in the future. Let's talk about the present. Let's talk about another FRONTIER. Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER. It was nearly two weeks ago when Chandler Scott all but promised a GFC World Heavyweight Championship win. Something that ended up not happening as Jay Pride delivered the World of Sports Special. After all the bragging and boasting, Chandler left that ring with nothing but egg on his face and the sound of those windowlickers mocking him as he made his way back up the aisle. But now it is a new day. It's a new chance to capitalize on the situation at hand. And he will do so tomorrow night in Belfast. ]
Chandler: Okay. Okay. So I lost. THERE, OKAY? Are you happy now? Hmm? Did you hearing that make your lives any less miserable? Did seeing my shoulders get pinned to the mat make your lives any less pathetic? Well I hoped you people enjoyed yourselves because clearly someone DIDN'T.
(Chandler sighs)
Chandler: I bet you all got a big old laugh out of Chandler Scott two weeks ago. Oh yeah. I ran my big mouth. I ran it for the whole world to hear. I talked a big game. Said how I was going to do this, that and third. Said how I was going to stroll right into Coventry and take that GFC World Heavyweight Championship. But the only thing that I got was the wind knocked out of me. As I laid there on the mat, struggling to breath and looking up at the lights, all I could do was listen. Listen to that referee slam his palm against that hard canvas once..... twice.... and for a third and final time.
(Chandler shakes his head in shame.)
Chandler: Talk about a bitter pill to swallow. Talk about having an opportunity that's been giftwrapped, had a pretty little bow attached to it, and you let it slip right through your fingers. That's what happened to me two weeks ago in Coventry. I dropped the ball. Now I know that most of you ingrates probably think that I'm going to make every excuse in the world as to why I lost. But as usual, you'd be wrong. No, the excuses are going to come later on in this little video when I talk about that hack Madman Szahoweveryoupronouncehislastname. No, I'm not going to make any excuses at all. I'm not going to say I underestimated Jay Pride. I'm not going to say that the moon and the stars aligned perfectly. I'm not going to say that I was a victim of a voodoo hex. All I'm going to say is this. On that night, Jay Pride did what he had to do. He put his championship on the line and showed exactly why he is a champion. On that night, he beat me in the center of the ring as clean as a whistle. On that night, Jay Pride proved that he was the better man.
Key phrase, of course, being on that night. Because for the other 364 days of the year, Jay Pride can't hold a damn candle to me!
(Chandler cackles over his show of disrespect)
Chandler: Jay Pride doesn't have my class. My technique. My skill. My bravado. My status. My woman....errr...... tag team partner. (Chandler gives an over-exaggerated wink to the camera.) Oh yeah, you pulled one over on me on THAT night, Jay. Indeed you did. You should bask in that glory. I hope your two little underlings, Laurel No Name and What's Her Face, took pictures of you celebrating that victory over me. Because trust me when I tell you, Jay, that whenever our paths cross again.... and they will.... the outcome will not be the same. And when I say “the outcome will not be the same”, I'm not talking about me losing to Before A Fall or the Pride Eater. No, smart guy, I'm talking about my fists connecting with your face. I'm talking about me knocking out out with the Harvard Hammer. And I'm talking about ME pinning YOUR shoulders to the mat for the one, the two, and the three. Now I would guarantee that but, you know, I have to show some humility here, right?
(Chandler snickers)
Chandler: In all serious, Jay, congrats on the win. Now, after so many years on God's green earth, you finally... FINALLY have something that you can actually be proud of. I'm sure Mommy and Daddy must be so proud. I know I would if I had a son that beat someone with the strength, the stature, the poise and the physique of a Chandler Scott.
(Chandler takes a moment to flex his bicep.)
Chandler: Now, enough about you, Jay. Now we're going to go from talking about a champion to talking about pure gutter trash. And in case you're too ignorant to connect the dots... and I know that you are.... I'm of course talking about you, Madman.
(Chandler wiggles his fingers to the camera as if to say “Ooooooooh, I'm so scared”.)
Chandler: Oh Madman, you almost had me fooled. The tough guy bravado. The smokes. The cussing like a sailor. Oh yes, you play the part quite well. And if I weren't a Harvard educated man, I'd actually be convinced by this little facade that you put on. Fortunately for me, I'm not easily impressed. Especially by the likes of low class filth such as yourself.
Let me hit you over the head with a couple of truths here, friend. As far as that Open House Battle Royal goes, your win was just that, a fluke. You don't like me calling that win a fluke? Well guess what, buddy? Turn that volume all the way up and shove your fat face directly to the screen, because here it goes....
Fluke fluke FLUKE FLUKE FLUKEY FLUKITIY FLUKE FLUKE FUKE!
(Chandler flashes an arrogant smirk.)
Chandler: How do you like that? You may have won that match in the technical sense. But anyone with two eyes and a brain knows that I clearly won over the FRONTIER brass. I essentially went the distance. I put on the most impressive performance of that evening, thank you very much. But you see, even a man as great as myself has his faults. Oh it's true! I'm not Superman. Sure, I'm most definitely built like him. And if I dyed this hair black I could probably pass for his twin. But even I can’t do everything. And after I had spent myself, all it took was for your fat sloppy self to take advantage of me in my winded state. Nothing I'd brag about. But hey, when you're a loser like you, I guess you have to take what you can get, right?
(Chandler gives a half-hearted thumbs up to the camera.)
Chandler: But in any event, you won that Open House Battle Royal. For some reason,you decided that it would be a smart idea to just hand over the title opportunity that you won. And of course Mr. Montell – can I call you Matt? - being the genius that he is, he decided that he would actually give that opportunity to man that not only could become champion and bring some pride, honor and excellence to this company, but a man that, unlike yourself, wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Suffice to say, things didn't exactly go my way. And unfortunately, with no credible prospects left, the FRONTIER brass decided to stick you in a title match as a last resort. For now. More on that later.....
But back to me for a second, since I'm the most important person here. (He flashes another arrogant smirk.) For some reason, you've taken it upon yourself to mock me. For some reason, you've taken it upon yourself to revel in my failure. You seem to get great pleasure over the fact that I lost that GFC World Heavyweight Championship Match. Um, pardon me, but which of us actually had the guts to step into the ring and face Jay Pride? Hmm. Tell me that, smart guy? Which of us actually had the courage to step up to the plate and face Jay on that big stage? I'll tell you one thing, it certainly wasn't some blue masked freak. Now I don't care about your reasons for why you were so hell bent on giving up your spot. I'm not that interested in hearing you try to justify your flawed logic. All I'm concerned with is the truth. And the truth of the matter is this: at least I got in the ring with Jay and gave him a run for his money. Which is a heck of a lot more than I can say for a guy like you.
Now Madman, this could have been all apart of your plan. Maybe you've been scouting Jay for a while now. Maybe you knew how good of an athlete he really was. Maybe you figured that you would “give up” your title shot and then sit back and watch as I pushed him to his limit. Maybe you figured you'd take notes and watched as I forced Jay Pride to pull everything out of his arsenal. And after I unfortunately lost, you now conveniently step back into the title picture with the perfect gameplan on what to do and what not to do against Jay Pride. Maybe this was your master plan all along.
Of course, that would be giving you way too much credit since that brain of yours is about the size of a pinto bean.
(Chandler snickers.)
Chandler: No Madman, the man that “doesn't want the title shot” is now being “forced” back into this encounter with Jay Pride. Well Madman, I'll tell you what. Since you don't want this title shot, why don't you just quit? I'm sure that myself, Gabriel Gambino, the Silver Eagle, and plenty of other FRONTIER wrestlers would just love the opportunity that you clearly don't desire. See I'm not sure if you're just one of those “for the love of the sport” guys or not. And frankly, I don't care. But guys like me, guys like Gambino, we're in it for the gold. We're in it for the accolades. We're in it for the notoriety. And if guys like you are just going to sit around, twiddle your thumbs and piss away a perfectly good opportunity then quite frankly, you need to get the hell out of our sport.
(Chandler takes his thumb and motions behind his shoulder, as if he's an Umpire telling a player “you're outta here!”)
Chandler: But that's where I come in. Remember when I mentioned earlier about how you are the current number one contender “for now”. Well Madman, you are the number one contender. That is, until I get into that ring and prove to Mr. Montell – can I call you Matt? - just who the TRUE number one contender is. And here's a hint. He's the guy that's not a Public Relations nightmare. He's a guy that's a media darling. He's a guy that all of you envy yet deep down would truly like to be. I'm talking about me, of course. See Madman, you hold that number one spot for now. But after I beat you – and I will - then the FRONTIER brass will have no choice but to take you, throw you to the side of the road where you belong, and make SCOTT-PRIDE II. Oh I can see it now. That match alone could probably sell out an arena like the O2. And you know it's true.
(Chandler nods as he actually believes every word that is coming out of his mouth.)
Chandler: Madman, when we head to Belfast tomorrow, I am going to hand you a giant L. And no, my marijuana loving friend, it's not the “L” that I'm sure that you enjoy in your spare time. I'm talking about the L that is going to be seen by everyone inside the Waterfront Hall. I am going to clasp these two hands together, strike you in that big mouth of yours and nail you with a Harvard Hammer. Now Madman, I'm sure that a guy like you is used to seeing things that aren't happening in reality. But when you're seeing stars and birds spinning around your head tomorrow night, it will not be because you're high out of your mind. Shocking, I know. It's going to be because you got your clocked cleaned by the Varsity Villain. Madman, I am your mental superior, your physical better and the embodiment of your unrealized potential. I am Chandler Scott. And tomorrow night, I will show you, Jay Pride and everyone in Belfast who the TRUE number contender is.
Veritas!
[ The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”. ]
Chandler: Okay. Okay. So I lost. THERE, OKAY? Are you happy now? Hmm? Did you hearing that make your lives any less miserable? Did seeing my shoulders get pinned to the mat make your lives any less pathetic? Well I hoped you people enjoyed yourselves because clearly someone DIDN'T.
(Chandler sighs)
Chandler: I bet you all got a big old laugh out of Chandler Scott two weeks ago. Oh yeah. I ran my big mouth. I ran it for the whole world to hear. I talked a big game. Said how I was going to do this, that and third. Said how I was going to stroll right into Coventry and take that GFC World Heavyweight Championship. But the only thing that I got was the wind knocked out of me. As I laid there on the mat, struggling to breath and looking up at the lights, all I could do was listen. Listen to that referee slam his palm against that hard canvas once..... twice.... and for a third and final time.
(Chandler shakes his head in shame.)
Chandler: Talk about a bitter pill to swallow. Talk about having an opportunity that's been giftwrapped, had a pretty little bow attached to it, and you let it slip right through your fingers. That's what happened to me two weeks ago in Coventry. I dropped the ball. Now I know that most of you ingrates probably think that I'm going to make every excuse in the world as to why I lost. But as usual, you'd be wrong. No, the excuses are going to come later on in this little video when I talk about that hack Madman Szahoweveryoupronouncehislastname. No, I'm not going to make any excuses at all. I'm not going to say I underestimated Jay Pride. I'm not going to say that the moon and the stars aligned perfectly. I'm not going to say that I was a victim of a voodoo hex. All I'm going to say is this. On that night, Jay Pride did what he had to do. He put his championship on the line and showed exactly why he is a champion. On that night, he beat me in the center of the ring as clean as a whistle. On that night, Jay Pride proved that he was the better man.
Key phrase, of course, being on that night. Because for the other 364 days of the year, Jay Pride can't hold a damn candle to me!
(Chandler cackles over his show of disrespect)
Chandler: Jay Pride doesn't have my class. My technique. My skill. My bravado. My status. My woman....errr...... tag team partner. (Chandler gives an over-exaggerated wink to the camera.) Oh yeah, you pulled one over on me on THAT night, Jay. Indeed you did. You should bask in that glory. I hope your two little underlings, Laurel No Name and What's Her Face, took pictures of you celebrating that victory over me. Because trust me when I tell you, Jay, that whenever our paths cross again.... and they will.... the outcome will not be the same. And when I say “the outcome will not be the same”, I'm not talking about me losing to Before A Fall or the Pride Eater. No, smart guy, I'm talking about my fists connecting with your face. I'm talking about me knocking out out with the Harvard Hammer. And I'm talking about ME pinning YOUR shoulders to the mat for the one, the two, and the three. Now I would guarantee that but, you know, I have to show some humility here, right?
(Chandler snickers)
Chandler: In all serious, Jay, congrats on the win. Now, after so many years on God's green earth, you finally... FINALLY have something that you can actually be proud of. I'm sure Mommy and Daddy must be so proud. I know I would if I had a son that beat someone with the strength, the stature, the poise and the physique of a Chandler Scott.
(Chandler takes a moment to flex his bicep.)
Chandler: Now, enough about you, Jay. Now we're going to go from talking about a champion to talking about pure gutter trash. And in case you're too ignorant to connect the dots... and I know that you are.... I'm of course talking about you, Madman.
(Chandler wiggles his fingers to the camera as if to say “Ooooooooh, I'm so scared”.)
Chandler: Oh Madman, you almost had me fooled. The tough guy bravado. The smokes. The cussing like a sailor. Oh yes, you play the part quite well. And if I weren't a Harvard educated man, I'd actually be convinced by this little facade that you put on. Fortunately for me, I'm not easily impressed. Especially by the likes of low class filth such as yourself.
Let me hit you over the head with a couple of truths here, friend. As far as that Open House Battle Royal goes, your win was just that, a fluke. You don't like me calling that win a fluke? Well guess what, buddy? Turn that volume all the way up and shove your fat face directly to the screen, because here it goes....
Fluke fluke FLUKE FLUKE FLUKEY FLUKITIY FLUKE FLUKE FUKE!
(Chandler flashes an arrogant smirk.)
Chandler: How do you like that? You may have won that match in the technical sense. But anyone with two eyes and a brain knows that I clearly won over the FRONTIER brass. I essentially went the distance. I put on the most impressive performance of that evening, thank you very much. But you see, even a man as great as myself has his faults. Oh it's true! I'm not Superman. Sure, I'm most definitely built like him. And if I dyed this hair black I could probably pass for his twin. But even I can’t do everything. And after I had spent myself, all it took was for your fat sloppy self to take advantage of me in my winded state. Nothing I'd brag about. But hey, when you're a loser like you, I guess you have to take what you can get, right?
(Chandler gives a half-hearted thumbs up to the camera.)
Chandler: But in any event, you won that Open House Battle Royal. For some reason,you decided that it would be a smart idea to just hand over the title opportunity that you won. And of course Mr. Montell – can I call you Matt? - being the genius that he is, he decided that he would actually give that opportunity to man that not only could become champion and bring some pride, honor and excellence to this company, but a man that, unlike yourself, wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Suffice to say, things didn't exactly go my way. And unfortunately, with no credible prospects left, the FRONTIER brass decided to stick you in a title match as a last resort. For now. More on that later.....
But back to me for a second, since I'm the most important person here. (He flashes another arrogant smirk.) For some reason, you've taken it upon yourself to mock me. For some reason, you've taken it upon yourself to revel in my failure. You seem to get great pleasure over the fact that I lost that GFC World Heavyweight Championship Match. Um, pardon me, but which of us actually had the guts to step into the ring and face Jay Pride? Hmm. Tell me that, smart guy? Which of us actually had the courage to step up to the plate and face Jay on that big stage? I'll tell you one thing, it certainly wasn't some blue masked freak. Now I don't care about your reasons for why you were so hell bent on giving up your spot. I'm not that interested in hearing you try to justify your flawed logic. All I'm concerned with is the truth. And the truth of the matter is this: at least I got in the ring with Jay and gave him a run for his money. Which is a heck of a lot more than I can say for a guy like you.
Now Madman, this could have been all apart of your plan. Maybe you've been scouting Jay for a while now. Maybe you knew how good of an athlete he really was. Maybe you figured that you would “give up” your title shot and then sit back and watch as I pushed him to his limit. Maybe you figured you'd take notes and watched as I forced Jay Pride to pull everything out of his arsenal. And after I unfortunately lost, you now conveniently step back into the title picture with the perfect gameplan on what to do and what not to do against Jay Pride. Maybe this was your master plan all along.
Of course, that would be giving you way too much credit since that brain of yours is about the size of a pinto bean.
(Chandler snickers.)
Chandler: No Madman, the man that “doesn't want the title shot” is now being “forced” back into this encounter with Jay Pride. Well Madman, I'll tell you what. Since you don't want this title shot, why don't you just quit? I'm sure that myself, Gabriel Gambino, the Silver Eagle, and plenty of other FRONTIER wrestlers would just love the opportunity that you clearly don't desire. See I'm not sure if you're just one of those “for the love of the sport” guys or not. And frankly, I don't care. But guys like me, guys like Gambino, we're in it for the gold. We're in it for the accolades. We're in it for the notoriety. And if guys like you are just going to sit around, twiddle your thumbs and piss away a perfectly good opportunity then quite frankly, you need to get the hell out of our sport.
(Chandler takes his thumb and motions behind his shoulder, as if he's an Umpire telling a player “you're outta here!”)
Chandler: But that's where I come in. Remember when I mentioned earlier about how you are the current number one contender “for now”. Well Madman, you are the number one contender. That is, until I get into that ring and prove to Mr. Montell – can I call you Matt? - just who the TRUE number one contender is. And here's a hint. He's the guy that's not a Public Relations nightmare. He's a guy that's a media darling. He's a guy that all of you envy yet deep down would truly like to be. I'm talking about me, of course. See Madman, you hold that number one spot for now. But after I beat you – and I will - then the FRONTIER brass will have no choice but to take you, throw you to the side of the road where you belong, and make SCOTT-PRIDE II. Oh I can see it now. That match alone could probably sell out an arena like the O2. And you know it's true.
(Chandler nods as he actually believes every word that is coming out of his mouth.)
Chandler: Madman, when we head to Belfast tomorrow, I am going to hand you a giant L. And no, my marijuana loving friend, it's not the “L” that I'm sure that you enjoy in your spare time. I'm talking about the L that is going to be seen by everyone inside the Waterfront Hall. I am going to clasp these two hands together, strike you in that big mouth of yours and nail you with a Harvard Hammer. Now Madman, I'm sure that a guy like you is used to seeing things that aren't happening in reality. But when you're seeing stars and birds spinning around your head tomorrow night, it will not be because you're high out of your mind. Shocking, I know. It's going to be because you got your clocked cleaned by the Varsity Villain. Madman, I am your mental superior, your physical better and the embodiment of your unrealized potential. I am Chandler Scott. And tomorrow night, I will show you, Jay Pride and everyone in Belfast who the TRUE number contender is.
Veritas!
[ The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”. ]