FRONTIER Files: Me and Mr Jones Pt 2 [5-19-13]
Jun 7, 2013 17:36:23 GMT -5
Post by Chandler Scott on Jun 7, 2013 17:36:23 GMT -5
He would never admit this when the camera starts rolling. He likes to keep up the whole suave, smooth angle. But I’ve got to be honest with you. Chandler Scott is definitely nervous going into tomorrow night. It’s true. Even a man as great as he is gets nervous. Shocking, I know. But he’s not nervous over this being his first-ever iPPV. Yeah, there will be hundreds of people in the crowd and potentially thousands watching at home of their little desktops and laptops. And yes, it will be his first defense as GFC World Heavyweight Champion. His first of many successful defenses, might I add. But even that isn’t what makes him uneasy. What makes him anxious is the great unknown. What has him a bit on edge is that X factor. What’s giving him pause is you, Kevin Hardaway.
You see, Kevin Hardaway has made it a point to come to the iPPV. I guess he wants to have this huge, dramatic contract signing between him and Gabriel Gambino. Me personally, I just don’t get it. How long have you been wrestling, Kev? How long have you been a fan of this sport? Anyone who knows anything about wrestling knows that in-ring contract signings NEVER go over well. No one just signs the contract, slides it across the table and watches as their opponent puts their John Hancock down. No, furniture gets overturned, chaos breaks out and someone ends up getting hurt. You don’t have to be in the ring to sign this contract. You can just go to your local Kinkos or Office Max or whatever and fax over the contract. But no, you’re making it a point to fly all the way across the atlantic to show up for a FRONTIER iPPV. Now while Chandler is indeed a Harvard Man, you don’t need an Ivy League education to see what’s going on here. You’re not making that flight across the pond to sign some contract. No, you’re making that trip all the way over here so that you can put the screws to Chandler.
Sorry for blowing your cover. But even a blind man can see this coming from a mile away. He’s got two belts that you used to hold. One of which he beat you decisively for. And for good measure, he put you on the injured list. So what do you want to do? You want to do what anyone in your position would do. You want revenge. You want payback. You want to see him get his comeuppance. And what better way than to get yourself involved in his championship match. Now I can hear you all already. You’re saying to yourselves, “Hardaway was there the night that Chandler fought Jay Pride for the World Championship. He didn’t get involved then, so why would he get involved now”? Maybe it’s the paranoia talking. Or maybe he’s betting on Hardaway being the conniving punk that he knows he is. But this man doesn’t just want to see him fail. He wants to see him crash and burn. He even pleaded for Alex Jones, the man he despises, the man that he’s gone to war with.... he pleaded for Alex Jones to do to me what he couldn’t. That’s just how pathetic he’s become. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And Hardaway is a very, very desperate man. He’s even willing to hope and pray that his sworn enemy gets the job done against Chandler. There’s no telling what he’ll do. And there’s no telling what Alex Jones will do, either.
That’s right, Jones, don’t think Chandler’s forgotten about you. Hardaway may be that dark cloud that’s looming over his head. But he still knows what his number one objective is. And that’s to put you down for the one, two, three. Jones, you’ve made it abundantly clear just how much you feel you’ve been wronged. You’ve talked into every camera and every microphone about how you have long deserved a shot at this World Heavyweight Championship. Well your time is just a little under 24 hours away. So after all the months of waiting. After all the trials and tribulations, do you honestly expect us to believe that you’re going to fight this match on the up and up? Do you expect us to fall for the good, clean fight routine? Maybe if you were Jay Pride, I’d buy it. But from you? Not at all. After impatiently waiting for months on end, you finally get your shot. The question now is, what will you do to win it? What will you do to take this belt away from Chandler? Are you willing to cut corners? Are you willing to hit a low blow when the ref isn’t looking? Are you willing to bend the rules? And most important, are you willing to accept some outside help if it means securing this championship? You and Hardaway may hate each others guts. You two may be enemies until the end of time. But I’ve got to know... if Hardaway gets involved in this match and he knocked Chandler out, are you not going to take advantage? Are you not going to make the cover? Of course you will! And anything else coming out of your mouth is a lie.
~H~
You see, Kevin Hardaway has made it a point to come to the iPPV. I guess he wants to have this huge, dramatic contract signing between him and Gabriel Gambino. Me personally, I just don’t get it. How long have you been wrestling, Kev? How long have you been a fan of this sport? Anyone who knows anything about wrestling knows that in-ring contract signings NEVER go over well. No one just signs the contract, slides it across the table and watches as their opponent puts their John Hancock down. No, furniture gets overturned, chaos breaks out and someone ends up getting hurt. You don’t have to be in the ring to sign this contract. You can just go to your local Kinkos or Office Max or whatever and fax over the contract. But no, you’re making it a point to fly all the way across the atlantic to show up for a FRONTIER iPPV. Now while Chandler is indeed a Harvard Man, you don’t need an Ivy League education to see what’s going on here. You’re not making that flight across the pond to sign some contract. No, you’re making that trip all the way over here so that you can put the screws to Chandler.
Sorry for blowing your cover. But even a blind man can see this coming from a mile away. He’s got two belts that you used to hold. One of which he beat you decisively for. And for good measure, he put you on the injured list. So what do you want to do? You want to do what anyone in your position would do. You want revenge. You want payback. You want to see him get his comeuppance. And what better way than to get yourself involved in his championship match. Now I can hear you all already. You’re saying to yourselves, “Hardaway was there the night that Chandler fought Jay Pride for the World Championship. He didn’t get involved then, so why would he get involved now”? Maybe it’s the paranoia talking. Or maybe he’s betting on Hardaway being the conniving punk that he knows he is. But this man doesn’t just want to see him fail. He wants to see him crash and burn. He even pleaded for Alex Jones, the man he despises, the man that he’s gone to war with.... he pleaded for Alex Jones to do to me what he couldn’t. That’s just how pathetic he’s become. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And Hardaway is a very, very desperate man. He’s even willing to hope and pray that his sworn enemy gets the job done against Chandler. There’s no telling what he’ll do. And there’s no telling what Alex Jones will do, either.
That’s right, Jones, don’t think Chandler’s forgotten about you. Hardaway may be that dark cloud that’s looming over his head. But he still knows what his number one objective is. And that’s to put you down for the one, two, three. Jones, you’ve made it abundantly clear just how much you feel you’ve been wronged. You’ve talked into every camera and every microphone about how you have long deserved a shot at this World Heavyweight Championship. Well your time is just a little under 24 hours away. So after all the months of waiting. After all the trials and tribulations, do you honestly expect us to believe that you’re going to fight this match on the up and up? Do you expect us to fall for the good, clean fight routine? Maybe if you were Jay Pride, I’d buy it. But from you? Not at all. After impatiently waiting for months on end, you finally get your shot. The question now is, what will you do to win it? What will you do to take this belt away from Chandler? Are you willing to cut corners? Are you willing to hit a low blow when the ref isn’t looking? Are you willing to bend the rules? And most important, are you willing to accept some outside help if it means securing this championship? You and Hardaway may hate each others guts. You two may be enemies until the end of time. But I’ve got to know... if Hardaway gets involved in this match and he knocked Chandler out, are you not going to take advantage? Are you not going to make the cover? Of course you will! And anything else coming out of your mouth is a lie.
~H~
[ Our scene opens up the FRONTIER backdrop. But instead of the World Heavyweight Champion, it’s Madison Scott that’s gracing us with her presence. ]
Madison: Aaaaaaaaw, what’s the matter, Little Alex? Did the bad man hurt your feelings? Did that meanie Chandler make you cry? Aw, poor baby. Come here. Mama will make it aaaaaaaaall better for you.
(Madison giggles as Chandler walks into the picture. He’s wearing the GFC World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Chandler wraps her arms around Madison and then kisses her on the cheek. After turning his attention to the camera, Chandler taunts the viewing audience by patting the center plate of the World Championship in an obnoxious manner.)
Chandler: Here we are in the wee hours of the morning. Roughly 3:30am, to be exact. I know what you’re saying. Why am I still up? Shouldn’t I be getting a good night’s rest? Today is a big day for me, afterall. Some 18 hours from now, give or take a few... I’ll be heading into the Braehead Arena to defend MY World Heavyweight Championship against Alex Jones. But I’m not up partying. I’m not up because I’m so nervous that I can’t sleep. I’m up because I’m once again studying my opponent. While I do think that Alex is a poor excuse for a man, I could never discredit his abilities as a wrestler. He’s no Chandler Scott.
Madison: Then again, who is.
(Madison shrugs her shoulders as Chandler gives a knowing nod; as if to say “yep, it’s true”.)
Chandler: But suffice to say, he’s one of the better athletes in the world today. And a man of his caliber and his reputation deserves to be studied endlessly. There is no rest for the weary. There are no off days. And yes, I’ll feel like hell in the morning. But this time Monday, I’ll be flying back to the states with this gold belt still around my waist. And it’ll be in that moment when all the late night sessions and all the rigorous training will have been worth it. With that being said, I think I can squeeze in one last round of trash talk before calling it a night.
(Chandler smirks.)
Chandler: So what exactly is your problem, Alex? What’s with the long face? You sound so upset, my man. Did I... did I offend you or something? Did I hurt your feelings? Then good. I don’t give a damn about your feelings! Let me make one thing perfectly clear, okay? I’m not your friend, your buddy or your pal. I’m not here for friendships. I’m not here to sooth bruised egos. I don’t walk on eggshells because some people...
Madison: … COUGH you COUGH...
Chandler: … are too sensitive when it comes to the truth. I’m here to start a legacy. I’m here to live up to the standards that those before me set. And I want to take this championship and raise its prestige to an even higher level. That’s what I’m here for. That’s what I’m all about.
Madison: But who could have guessed that he’d get this emotional so easily?
Chandler: Right? I didn't know me speaking my mind would drive you up a wall. And here I was thinking that I was dealing with the “almighty” Alex Jones. You know, the multi-time champion. The man that held titles in companies like ABC, XYZ and 123. Hey, did you hear that he’s even a Hall of Famer?
Madison: Did you hear that he’s main eventing a company’s last ever Pay Per View for their World Title?
(Chandler flails his arms in the air as is to say “whoopty doo”.)
Chandler: Well isn’t that just great. You would think that for a man that’s been around for as long as he has, he would know how to take an insult or two.
Madison: Guess not.
Chandler: Much to my surprise, I’m dealing with an 8 year old girl in a grown man’s body. Are you that hurt? Are you that offended that you have to resort to calling me every name in the book. B-word this and a-hole that. I wish I could say that I expected more from you. But the longer I hang around here and the longer I hear you speak, this seems to be par for the course. Hey Alex, there’s nothing dishonorable or disrespectful about me saying that I’m more talented than you. That’s just scientific fact. There’s nothing dishonorable or disrespectful about me saying that I’m going to beat you at the iPPV. That’s just me predicting what’s going to happen later on today. Don’t like it? Then do something about it.
(Madison snaps her fingers, as if the lightbulb just went off in her head.)
Madison: But oh, that’s right. YOU CAN’T!
(Chandler and Madison snicker.)
Chandler: Of course he can’t. He also can’t tell the truth to save his life. Like this nonsense about how I only got to where I am in pwF because of what I did in FGA. Now I’ll admit that FGA helped me get my foot in the door with regards to that Open House Battle Royal a couple of months back. But everything, and I do mean everything, that I’ve accomplished here has been on my own merits. I didn’t coast on past accolades. I didn’t use my name to pull any strings. No, I went out there to the ring and beat whoever was placed in front of me. And if I lost to them, then I came right back and beat them the second time. It happened with Madman. It happened with Jay Pride. Unfortunately for you, you won’t be following the trend since I’ll only need one match to beat you.
(Madison smirks as she wags her index finger at the camera.)
Chandler: There is no doubt that you’ve amassed championships all around the globe. You’re an international superstar. An actual name in this business. I can’t take that away from you. But as of late, you haven’t been so hot. You’ve been making it a habit of screwing up colossally. Now you’re trying to turn it around. You’ve got the people on your side. They’re eating out of the palm of your hands with all this “redemption story” garbage. Alex, you mentioned that you’ve let everyone in FRONTIER down. Well, guess what? Expect to let them down again. I can’t take away your past championships and accolades. But I can take this title, MY title, away from you. I can hold it out, only to yank it back before you can get your grubby little paws on it. I can dangle it in front of your face like a carrot on a string. I can essentially do whatever I want in that ring against you. You are the bigger star. Your career does trump mine. And that’s all well and good. But all that matters is the here and now. And right now, I’m the hottest thing going in Frontier. I’m the champion. I’m the one with the gold and you’re the one who's got nothing! And once this iPPV is all said and done, you’ll be leaving with nothing!
So you cling tight to that Hall of Fame plaque when you sleep tonight. I want you to bring some of those old, busted up championships with you. Because when I beat you tonight in Glascow, those past championships will be the only things that will be able to console you after a very humbling defeat.
Veritas.
[ The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”. ]