Bamboo
Dec 13, 2011 10:06:15 GMT -5
Post by 4eyes on Dec 13, 2011 10:06:15 GMT -5
*Our scene opens with the sound of police sirens in the background. We are filming outside, so it takes a moment to pick up what the camera is focusing on. Eventually, our eyes adjust with the lens and the viewer can make out a city street, one which appears to be nearly deserted, despite the loud noise that can be heard. Booming, base-filled music and the sound of too many voices mingling at once can be heard. Our camera is standing on a corner, and as we turn that corner, it becomes obvious what we are hearing. The right hand turn we have just made puts us heading towards the "club section" of whatever city we are in. Our camera walks down the street, towards one of several buildings on the street with a large, neon sign in front of it, half of the letters flickering on and off. The name on the Marquee says only "Bamboo", with a picture of a tree next to the lettering. There is no doorman out front, only a large, black clad security guard who looks ready to intimidate. The men and women waiting outside of the club share one similarity, despite a wide variety of age and race. All of them seem to be right at home in this are of chaos, where we can hear a second set of sirens already driving past. Almost all of the patrons have cigarettes, and several have brown-bag wrapped malt liquor. The camera pans the crowd of all those outside, and only one stands out in any noticeable way. As the large man with long, mangy black hair walks out of line and towards the camera, we can see it is James Weck, dressed in his "Seattle Mid-90's" finest. His ripped blue jeans and waist-tied flannel get schoffs from the crowd as our host, oblivious, gives us a soul crushing scare.*[/i]
"To all those watching this show who have the fortune of having no clue where we are right now, welcome to Passiac, New Jersey. A city once famous for being one of the great sea ports of the East Coast, a place where masters of commerce once ruled. But as that slowly faded, the Garden State was left with what you see here today. A city where it's own residents are afraid to walk the streets after dark. A city where the only time one goes out at nightfall is to come to one of these shady clubs, places that play host to the lowest common denominator of society. A city that annually ranks in the top five in the country in car theft, despite being the only one on that list not within an hour of the southern border of the country. Why did I bring the FGA here, and what does this have to do with my match with Jared James tomorrow night? Well, it's simple really Jared. I told you the last time that you heard from me that I felt as if you were coming too close to home with your brand of laze-faire wrestling. I felt as though someone with your penchant for showing off despite your mediocre talent should not be allowed in FRONTIER grappling, in a company that has a chance to maintain an image far beyond the bastardization of wrestling you created in the Rockies. Well Jared, now, because of your big mouth, I have an opportunity to end your threat to this company and all it can represent for me, tomorrow night! At the Inman Sports Club in Edison, New Jersey, I begin my mental "guerrilla warfare"!!
*Weck steps closer to the camera now. Angrier, more hostile then before, the venom that we can tell is emanating from his face has the patrons of bamboo looking over at him, some fright in their eyes. This is especially eyebrow raising because these seem like men who do not scare easy.*
"What do I mean by mental guerrilla warfare? Well you see Jared, this is where I am fucking coming back from. Do you see that big oaf of a security guard over there by the door, just waiting for a fight? There are probably four or five more guys inside dressed just like him, and at one time, that was me Jared! Me, a man who had the skills to lead this country to a new glory days in Olympic wrestling! Me, the man who had more talent then anyone to come down the pike in the last 50 years, forced to stand there and hope I got a chance to bash a couple of punk's brains in for minimum wage! And why?! Because this sport that I loved fucking kicked me to the curb!! It used me up, and then left me out to dry! And then, after I find a loophole, after I find a way back into the good graces of the one thing I know how to do better then anybody else, you Jared James, you try to destroy it for me! First, by ruining my foothold into the professional arena of the oldest sport in the world, by making RMP a shell of what it had the chance to be! And now, you are trying to ruin it by not letting FGA off of the ground, by bringing your unique brand of crappy wrestling and over hyped blabber into the forefront! Well Jared, I already have the wrestling skills, and I already have the motivation as the Incarnation of Determination to destroy you and all you stand for, to climb to the top as the first champion of the FGA. But the import thing to remember is that FGA fights on my turf! That I can come here, to this place, in a quick 15 minute drive, and see all that I am fighting for!! I can remember just how low I had fallen, I can remind myself what I am trying to overcome! I am trying to climb up from the depths of a place as low as the fucking shit on the bottom of your shoe, and you are the main man standing in my way! Now Jared, I have said time and time again I am a desperate man, and that is a dangerous thing! But being in this place, reminding myself of all that I have encountered here, only makes me more desperate to get out! And I need to destroy you, and all you represent, to ever truly get out of here! To ever get back to what is my destiny, my legacy, as the greatest wrestler alive!! Make no mistake about it Jared, beating you is about more then sending a message to FGA that I am about to be it's dominant force, it is about freeing me from this hell!!"
*We hear a shocked gasp from one of the women outside the club, as James lets out a long and evil laugh. The camera pans over to the club door for a second as this has elicited the attention of the bouncer outside. He starts to make his way towards James, when Weck turns to look at him. The two exchange a glance and head nod, before the doorman walks over to the group of now angry patrons to talk to them. Weck simply turns his attention back to the cameras, a smile on his face.*[/i]
"O, but wait a minute Jared! How silly of me!! By your own account, you are hear to change that, right! You are here in FGA to, how did you put it? "make your shenanigans of old be long forgotten"? Well I ain't gonna let that fucking happen!! Not when it is those shenanigans that held back what could already be my coronation as the best wrestler alive!! Not when it is men like you who stop professional wrestling from ever being taken as seriously as it needs to be! But there is something far more telling about what you said to me last week Jared, something that gives much more insight into just how far you have really fallen. You see Jared, as soon as I said your attitude, your ego, was a problem, you came out on this website the very next night and said that you were hear to change your ways!! No Jared James, that seems like pretty coincidental timing. It seems like you were hoping to just go about your business and be the same piece of crap you always have been, until I came along and called you on the carpet about it! And now you want to act as if you are hear to be someone truly dedicated, truly motivated, to care about this sport the way I do, the way I think all involved should! Well Jared, that reactionist bullshit won't fly in the FGA I am trying to create! I am the Incarnation of Determination, I am someone who goes and says what has to be says, does what needs to be done! I don't wait for someone to call me on the carpet before I try and cop out to what I know I do wrong! Jared, you sounded like a little kid when I last heard from you. "I was just gonna go study for that test! I mean, change who I am! I promise!!" Jared James, that attitude, of thinking that what you say and what you do has no repercussions, is what I am fighting against! And tomorrow night, you will out just how seriously I take this! Just how much stock I put into all that you say and do, just how much I need to eliminate those like you from the sport I love and hold dear!"
*James begins to walk away from the club, and down the street. Our camera struggles to keep up with him as his pace quickens, all of the amusement out of his voice, only the anger remaining.*[/i]
"You see Jared, the company we are competing for, the one who kicks off it's first ever Weekly Combat show tomorrow night is called FRONTIER. When I think of the frontier, I think of a couple of things. I think of new horizons, of a new beginning! I think of a new opportunity to prove myself to be what I have always said I am! I think of the chance to prove to the world that I am the very best in the wrestling industry. And as much as I know you are trying to avoid remembering the past Jared, I think of a certain type of man when I think of those who braved the frontiers. I think of someone who has the courage, tenacity, and fortitude to face the unknown! To go down a path, to explore an area, that no one has explored before! I think of, well, Determination Incarnate! I think of someone who has their best days still in front of them, not behind them! Jared, your best days are behind you, or maybe, maybe you just don't have any! Me, well, my best days are yet to come, the days when I make my mark as the first ever FRONTIER heavyweight champion, the days when I get back all of the accolades I deserve. The days when I ascend to the throne as the best wrestler in the world today! You Jared, you cannot brave this new frontier. We meet in the first main event in the history of the FGA tomorrow night. Two supernovas representing different ideas, going in different directions. One, myself, headed straight towards the sky, towards wrestling immortality. The other, you, burnt out and never that bright to begin with, falling to earth like a harmless dud! Tomorrow night, Jared, you leave your cozy perch trying to pick up drunk college chicks in New Hampshire, and get exposed as the fraud you are!!"
*James stares at the camera, and his anger is so much that his entire head begins to shake, and we can see his face turning red. The scene fades to black with the lasting image of a very ticked off New Jersian.*[/i]
"To all those watching this show who have the fortune of having no clue where we are right now, welcome to Passiac, New Jersey. A city once famous for being one of the great sea ports of the East Coast, a place where masters of commerce once ruled. But as that slowly faded, the Garden State was left with what you see here today. A city where it's own residents are afraid to walk the streets after dark. A city where the only time one goes out at nightfall is to come to one of these shady clubs, places that play host to the lowest common denominator of society. A city that annually ranks in the top five in the country in car theft, despite being the only one on that list not within an hour of the southern border of the country. Why did I bring the FGA here, and what does this have to do with my match with Jared James tomorrow night? Well, it's simple really Jared. I told you the last time that you heard from me that I felt as if you were coming too close to home with your brand of laze-faire wrestling. I felt as though someone with your penchant for showing off despite your mediocre talent should not be allowed in FRONTIER grappling, in a company that has a chance to maintain an image far beyond the bastardization of wrestling you created in the Rockies. Well Jared, now, because of your big mouth, I have an opportunity to end your threat to this company and all it can represent for me, tomorrow night! At the Inman Sports Club in Edison, New Jersey, I begin my mental "guerrilla warfare"!!
*Weck steps closer to the camera now. Angrier, more hostile then before, the venom that we can tell is emanating from his face has the patrons of bamboo looking over at him, some fright in their eyes. This is especially eyebrow raising because these seem like men who do not scare easy.*
"What do I mean by mental guerrilla warfare? Well you see Jared, this is where I am fucking coming back from. Do you see that big oaf of a security guard over there by the door, just waiting for a fight? There are probably four or five more guys inside dressed just like him, and at one time, that was me Jared! Me, a man who had the skills to lead this country to a new glory days in Olympic wrestling! Me, the man who had more talent then anyone to come down the pike in the last 50 years, forced to stand there and hope I got a chance to bash a couple of punk's brains in for minimum wage! And why?! Because this sport that I loved fucking kicked me to the curb!! It used me up, and then left me out to dry! And then, after I find a loophole, after I find a way back into the good graces of the one thing I know how to do better then anybody else, you Jared James, you try to destroy it for me! First, by ruining my foothold into the professional arena of the oldest sport in the world, by making RMP a shell of what it had the chance to be! And now, you are trying to ruin it by not letting FGA off of the ground, by bringing your unique brand of crappy wrestling and over hyped blabber into the forefront! Well Jared, I already have the wrestling skills, and I already have the motivation as the Incarnation of Determination to destroy you and all you stand for, to climb to the top as the first champion of the FGA. But the import thing to remember is that FGA fights on my turf! That I can come here, to this place, in a quick 15 minute drive, and see all that I am fighting for!! I can remember just how low I had fallen, I can remind myself what I am trying to overcome! I am trying to climb up from the depths of a place as low as the fucking shit on the bottom of your shoe, and you are the main man standing in my way! Now Jared, I have said time and time again I am a desperate man, and that is a dangerous thing! But being in this place, reminding myself of all that I have encountered here, only makes me more desperate to get out! And I need to destroy you, and all you represent, to ever truly get out of here! To ever get back to what is my destiny, my legacy, as the greatest wrestler alive!! Make no mistake about it Jared, beating you is about more then sending a message to FGA that I am about to be it's dominant force, it is about freeing me from this hell!!"
*We hear a shocked gasp from one of the women outside the club, as James lets out a long and evil laugh. The camera pans over to the club door for a second as this has elicited the attention of the bouncer outside. He starts to make his way towards James, when Weck turns to look at him. The two exchange a glance and head nod, before the doorman walks over to the group of now angry patrons to talk to them. Weck simply turns his attention back to the cameras, a smile on his face.*[/i]
"O, but wait a minute Jared! How silly of me!! By your own account, you are hear to change that, right! You are here in FGA to, how did you put it? "make your shenanigans of old be long forgotten"? Well I ain't gonna let that fucking happen!! Not when it is those shenanigans that held back what could already be my coronation as the best wrestler alive!! Not when it is men like you who stop professional wrestling from ever being taken as seriously as it needs to be! But there is something far more telling about what you said to me last week Jared, something that gives much more insight into just how far you have really fallen. You see Jared, as soon as I said your attitude, your ego, was a problem, you came out on this website the very next night and said that you were hear to change your ways!! No Jared James, that seems like pretty coincidental timing. It seems like you were hoping to just go about your business and be the same piece of crap you always have been, until I came along and called you on the carpet about it! And now you want to act as if you are hear to be someone truly dedicated, truly motivated, to care about this sport the way I do, the way I think all involved should! Well Jared, that reactionist bullshit won't fly in the FGA I am trying to create! I am the Incarnation of Determination, I am someone who goes and says what has to be says, does what needs to be done! I don't wait for someone to call me on the carpet before I try and cop out to what I know I do wrong! Jared, you sounded like a little kid when I last heard from you. "I was just gonna go study for that test! I mean, change who I am! I promise!!" Jared James, that attitude, of thinking that what you say and what you do has no repercussions, is what I am fighting against! And tomorrow night, you will out just how seriously I take this! Just how much stock I put into all that you say and do, just how much I need to eliminate those like you from the sport I love and hold dear!"
*James begins to walk away from the club, and down the street. Our camera struggles to keep up with him as his pace quickens, all of the amusement out of his voice, only the anger remaining.*[/i]
"You see Jared, the company we are competing for, the one who kicks off it's first ever Weekly Combat show tomorrow night is called FRONTIER. When I think of the frontier, I think of a couple of things. I think of new horizons, of a new beginning! I think of a new opportunity to prove myself to be what I have always said I am! I think of the chance to prove to the world that I am the very best in the wrestling industry. And as much as I know you are trying to avoid remembering the past Jared, I think of a certain type of man when I think of those who braved the frontiers. I think of someone who has the courage, tenacity, and fortitude to face the unknown! To go down a path, to explore an area, that no one has explored before! I think of, well, Determination Incarnate! I think of someone who has their best days still in front of them, not behind them! Jared, your best days are behind you, or maybe, maybe you just don't have any! Me, well, my best days are yet to come, the days when I make my mark as the first ever FRONTIER heavyweight champion, the days when I get back all of the accolades I deserve. The days when I ascend to the throne as the best wrestler in the world today! You Jared, you cannot brave this new frontier. We meet in the first main event in the history of the FGA tomorrow night. Two supernovas representing different ideas, going in different directions. One, myself, headed straight towards the sky, towards wrestling immortality. The other, you, burnt out and never that bright to begin with, falling to earth like a harmless dud! Tomorrow night, Jared, you leave your cozy perch trying to pick up drunk college chicks in New Hampshire, and get exposed as the fraud you are!!"
*James stares at the camera, and his anger is so much that his entire head begins to shake, and we can see his face turning red. The scene fades to black with the lasting image of a very ticked off New Jersian.*[/i]