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Dec 20, 2011 18:58:20 GMT -5
Post by 4eyes on Dec 20, 2011 18:58:20 GMT -5
*As our camera turns on, we can see we are in a small room with barely any windows. The lights flicker on and off, and it is obvious that wherever we are, the current room we stand in was built for function, and not for form. The most giveaway of where we are begins when we see mats attached about halfway up the walls. The camera focuses down on the floor, and we can see that that, too, is covered from wall to wall with think black wrestling mats. Several large, scarlet colored "R";s dot the floor, and as the camera shoots back up to eye level and captures our host, his identity does not come as much of a surprise. Standing there, before us, is James Weck, is his typical non-training gear, jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt. James seems to have somewhat of an evil smile on his face he looks around the room, his eyes still soaking in his location before he finally whips them back to us.*
"This is the place where it was all supposed to come together together, and then, where it all began to unravel. I'm sure I will get all kinds of letters and phone calls from the powers that be here at Rutgers that I should not be here, that I am no longer a welcome entity. Truth is, I am just lucky I know a janitor here who will do anything for an autograph for his kids. Now, I came here to reflect, to get my mind set right for the road ahead. But the truth of it is, you don't need that much a lesson about this place. It is a wrestling room, just like any other, but meaning o so much more to me. The point I need to stress right now is to my opponent, Scott Reave. Scott, I came here with intent of trying to engulf you completely into my mindset, of trying to make you understand just why it was a necessity that I destroy you tomorrow. But after I saw the elaborate song and dance you put on last night Scott, I see I would be waisting my time. Instead, I see now it is all about survival. Your survival. I see now that I need to dumb this down, make it real simple, for your drug addled brain to understand. Scott Reave, tomorrow night we engage, not in a war of words, but in a match. A wrestling match, a type of competition I have dominated like few other in the history of this country. Scott, you get in front of a microphone and you say these things that don't make any sense. I am "washed up?". Scott, let me clue you in on something. I am a 24 year old man. When I wrestled here, just five and half years ago, I was maybe the most dominant freshman in NCAA history. When I returned to the oldest and greatest sport in the world, I won a title less then 5 matches into my professional debut, I held it longer then any of the previous owners had, and defended it successfully more then any of them! You, Scott, have spent your whole career in a tailspin. After years of struggling, you only got your shot in this sport in the first place by kidnapping someone! Those are your words Scott, your history, the one you penned by your own actions!! When you finally got a shot, Reave, you blew it, got yourself thrown into rehab. I have proved week in and week out that I am Incarnation of Determination, and you have done nothing but throw hollow words around like we were in junior high debate club. Now Scott, I can take the title of "washed up", it doesn't hurt my feelings. I can assure you, I have been called a lot worse by a lot better. But I need to warn you, because tomorrow night, I will be gunning for redemption. You see Scott, I don't have any agents. I don't call press conferences. I damn sure don't get thrown into rehab and get high when I get out. All I do is train, night in and night out, to be the very best. Because I need to Scott, because it is all I have ever known and all I have ever been good at. Despite the fact that you call me an "entertainer", it seems to be you who is focused getting all eyes on you, and not caring if it is in the ring or out of the ring. Hell, just two days ago you said that you didn't even known that you had the ability to bring it anymore Scott, and then all of a sudden, when the cameras are on, you are a world beater? Scott, I think you lost a few too many brain cells to the prescriptions!! Now I may be being a little bit more introspective then usual Scott, and I'm sure you want to know what the point is. The simple truth is that, it doesn't matter what YOU think it takes to be successful. Whether you think my amateur wrestling ability helps me when I step foot in the ring or not, the fact of the matter is I have dominated my time in the squared circle, so the evidence is that it does. It doesn't matter whether you find what I have to say boring, or interesting, because I have proven, and will continue to prove, that I am capable of backing every word of it up. For someone who seems to think I care about this as a popularity contest, you seem to be doing a pretty nice job of politicking, Reave. And that's the thing of it Scott, you need to see just how much that politicking makes me need to destroy you!!"
*The rare moment of calm in James Weck's demeanor passes quickly. He turns and punches one of the padded walls, hard, with a straight left hand. An echoing thud envelops the room, and Weck turns back to us, eyes wide and bulging, anger threatening to overtake him.*
"Scott, this is the last warning you will get from me! This is a warning that isn't meant to catch the reporters ear. It isn't meant to make me sound any fucking tougher then I prove myself to be. And it damn sure isn't an attempt, like your press conference, to make people forget that the last time they saw me I was on my way to becoming the Kurt Cobain of the wrestling world!! What this is, is me telling you that I need to fucking destroy you! I need to eliminate you, and people like you, from this sport, if I am ever going to get out of it all I put in! I have spent my ENTIRE life being dedicated to being the very best. And then when someone like you comes along, and spits in the face of all of my hard work and effort, you threaten to ruin that, you threaten to knock this sport down from what I need it to be! If it wasn't for my piece of shit father, I would be on fucking top of the wrestling world right now! No one would be paying a damn bit of attention to FGA, the NWA, or any other wrestling company on the planet! They would be watching the greatest wrestler the USA has ever produced, the Incarnation of Determination James Weck, preparing for the 2012 London Games. But instead, I am here, here for redemption. And in order to get that redemption, people need to see this company, this sport, as the fucking best! As all those who scratch and claw and push themselves to be the very best! Now Scott, first you soiled that by waisting the first years of your career as a fucking joke. You proved you are not someone to lead this sport to where I need it to be by not making an impact, not earning shit inside the ring! Then, how do you get your name in the limelight?!? How do you FINALLY make people even realize who the shit you are?!? By seducing some wrinkled old bag, and kidnapping the guy who signs your checks?!? THAT PISSES ALL OVER EVERYTHING I KNOW AND LOVE ABOUT THIS SPORT! I can't stand for that shit, Scott, not when I need this. Not when I need people to see the FGA, I need USA wrestling to see the FGA, and see me as competing amongst the best in the wrestling world! But that wasn't enough for you Scott! You needed to go and try to make an even bigger joke out of my life's work, out of the only thing I have ever really loved. You then have the balls to call yourself the future of the FGA, to say that you were hired to lead this company!! Scott, the fact that you have the balls to call yourself the future of anything just shows how fucking delusional you are, how much I need to eliminate you to prove myself worthy of being the best ever! Who was in the main event of the first ever Combat just one week ago?!? Me! You Scott, you were signed with the company by that time, and you weren't even invited to speak your mind to the fans, to make them know who you are!! You and your own agent had to call a press conference to do that! When I was signed to this company, the FGA broke the news on their website that very day. When you were signed, it was an afterthought!! And why? Because everyone knows what they are getting with you! A burned out, washed out, drug-addled waist, who may have been good enough to be half as good as he thinks he is if he kept his fucking head straight! But for you to call yourself the future, and whatever the fuck else you talked about with bomb shelters, or safe houses, shows me you are too much of a cancer on my sport for me to allow you to exist in it much longer! Scott, you have made a fatal, fatal mistake, you have proven to me you have no business in this sport of wrestling! And when I see that, I jump. Time and time again, I have said that I am the grim reaper of wrestling, coming to collect all those souls who have tarnished the wrestling world! You, Scott, have tarnished it almost as much as anyone in the wrestling world ever could, and have the potential to destroy it even more then that. I need to make sure, Scott, that you don't get that opportunity Scott, I need to make sure you don't drag this sport down any more then you have. The fact that you allow your agent t- No, fuck that! The fact that you have an agent proves that you do not have the love for this sport that I do. I don't have anybody to promote my name, my successes, because I want to go out and get it done in the ring night after night, and make people remember my name that way! That is the way I have always done it, and the way this sport has made people legendary since the Ancient Romans! But for you to allow your agent to stand up there and lie about your past transgressions shows me that you are a disrespectful little punk, and one that I will need to maim on my road back. Not because of my ego Scott, not because people aren't "paying to see me". But because I want to be considered a legend in this sport, Scott, and no one will give two shits about me being a legend if you are what is considered my competition!"
*James stands there, seething, for just a few seconds. He slowly allows himself to wind down, and finally is able to speak at a normal tone again, albeit somewhat agitated.*[/color]
"Scott, it should be pretty obvious to you by this time that the things you say and the way you treat this sport make me very, very angry. And I can assure you, in the ring tomorrow, you will find out just how bad an idea it was to anger the Incarnation of Determination on his road back to respect and glory. But for now, I will leave you with one more warning. From what I have seen and studied, it appears that you addicts sometimes do something called "projecting". Basically, you take negative traits and attributes that seem to apply to you, and you act as if everyone around you is guilty of those offenses. Scott, I am here to warn you that is a very, very, very dangerous habit to get into with me. Let's take a look, shall we, and see if I can't set you straight quickly, before tomorrow night, when I come to beat some sense into you. First, you told me I am giving you the run around and not giving you your all, and that I was trying to be an "entertainer". Well Scott, while I have done nothing but train and prepare, both mentally and physically, you have fallen back into your old self abusing ways, and then thrown an over-hyped, underwhelming, and totally unnecessary press conference before our match. Seems like you are the too worried about entertaining to put your mind into the match. Then you told me that I was trying to impress the youth of the nation, or get them to hate me, or get them to pay money to hate me, and didn't really say anything. Scott, all I have done is try to warn you that I am the Incarnation of Determination, try to tell you that I am on a quest for redemption, and that quest means I need to destroy you. You, so far, have gone on two rambling tirades. One about whether you were still able to bring it in the ring, and another about being a part of the new generation, and knocking down doors. None of that shit makes a damn bit of sense Scott, and it has nothing to do with you and I in the ring tomorrow night! Seems like you are the one who is trying to lie to yourself and convince yourself you are capable of things that, just a few days ago, you doubted you were. You went from questioning whether you should still be wrestling, to calling yourself the future. Meanwhile, in the same evening, you called me both washed-up, and a rookie to this sport?!? Scott, you are all over the place. While you ramble on about some shit of me being a "husk of myself", it is you who hates what he sees in the mirror! It is you who doesn't know if he is an addict or recovered, if his knee is going to give out, if he is going to take too many Somas to make it to the ring the next day! Scott, do you get what I am trying to stress to you with all these examples. I am trying to show you just why I need to dominate you tomorrow, just why I will settle for anything less. Because Scott, your mind is all over the place, almost as if it is becoming "chemically unbalanced"?? And for that reason, for your lack of concentration and dedication to this sport, I will put an end to your dreams of grandeur tomorrow night!! Your version of the truth has more holes in it then your synapses do. You call yourself part of the new generation, but you have been in the professional wrestling game for years, and nobody cares, you haven't made a bit of difference. I set the wrestling world on its ear when I chose this medium to come out of my exile this summer. But let me give you one more thing to ponder, Scott, one more thing that may get your head on straight and save you from serious injury. You claim that you are the future Scott, brought in to sell FGA tickets, to make people care, and to get rid of the "past", like me. Well Scott, seeing as we have just determined you are a has been in this sport, and that my star is just beginning to shine, I will present you with a more likely scenario. It seems to me that you were signed to be destroyed. Destroyed by me, the man who represents all that FRONTIER grappling arts wants to represent. Somebody who kicks ass in the ring, who gives his all to WRESTLING, not to bullshit. And by bringing you in, Scott, and feeding you to me, knowing full well I will am gunning to end your career, that I need to to prove a point. And when I destroy you, Scott Reave, I will prove to the world just what FGA is all about! That Scott, is more likely why you and I were both brought in, for me to prove a point by dominating you! And as someone who needs this sport to be all about competition, who needs it to be all about who is the best, I embrace that, and cannot wait to fulfill my part to get me back to where I need to be! Scott, you are heading into this match having no clue what you are up against. Yes, you are right, I am saying you have not done your homework on me, but when it's the truth, it's the truth. You are coming into this match having angered the one man you cannot afford to anger, and you are coming into this match nowhere near in the right frame of mind. If I were you, I would debate even coming into this match at all!"
*Weck stands and stares, eyes looking past the camera. He looks not angry, not upset, but focused, and aimed at the task at hand.*[/i]
"This is the place where it was all supposed to come together together, and then, where it all began to unravel. I'm sure I will get all kinds of letters and phone calls from the powers that be here at Rutgers that I should not be here, that I am no longer a welcome entity. Truth is, I am just lucky I know a janitor here who will do anything for an autograph for his kids. Now, I came here to reflect, to get my mind set right for the road ahead. But the truth of it is, you don't need that much a lesson about this place. It is a wrestling room, just like any other, but meaning o so much more to me. The point I need to stress right now is to my opponent, Scott Reave. Scott, I came here with intent of trying to engulf you completely into my mindset, of trying to make you understand just why it was a necessity that I destroy you tomorrow. But after I saw the elaborate song and dance you put on last night Scott, I see I would be waisting my time. Instead, I see now it is all about survival. Your survival. I see now that I need to dumb this down, make it real simple, for your drug addled brain to understand. Scott Reave, tomorrow night we engage, not in a war of words, but in a match. A wrestling match, a type of competition I have dominated like few other in the history of this country. Scott, you get in front of a microphone and you say these things that don't make any sense. I am "washed up?". Scott, let me clue you in on something. I am a 24 year old man. When I wrestled here, just five and half years ago, I was maybe the most dominant freshman in NCAA history. When I returned to the oldest and greatest sport in the world, I won a title less then 5 matches into my professional debut, I held it longer then any of the previous owners had, and defended it successfully more then any of them! You, Scott, have spent your whole career in a tailspin. After years of struggling, you only got your shot in this sport in the first place by kidnapping someone! Those are your words Scott, your history, the one you penned by your own actions!! When you finally got a shot, Reave, you blew it, got yourself thrown into rehab. I have proved week in and week out that I am Incarnation of Determination, and you have done nothing but throw hollow words around like we were in junior high debate club. Now Scott, I can take the title of "washed up", it doesn't hurt my feelings. I can assure you, I have been called a lot worse by a lot better. But I need to warn you, because tomorrow night, I will be gunning for redemption. You see Scott, I don't have any agents. I don't call press conferences. I damn sure don't get thrown into rehab and get high when I get out. All I do is train, night in and night out, to be the very best. Because I need to Scott, because it is all I have ever known and all I have ever been good at. Despite the fact that you call me an "entertainer", it seems to be you who is focused getting all eyes on you, and not caring if it is in the ring or out of the ring. Hell, just two days ago you said that you didn't even known that you had the ability to bring it anymore Scott, and then all of a sudden, when the cameras are on, you are a world beater? Scott, I think you lost a few too many brain cells to the prescriptions!! Now I may be being a little bit more introspective then usual Scott, and I'm sure you want to know what the point is. The simple truth is that, it doesn't matter what YOU think it takes to be successful. Whether you think my amateur wrestling ability helps me when I step foot in the ring or not, the fact of the matter is I have dominated my time in the squared circle, so the evidence is that it does. It doesn't matter whether you find what I have to say boring, or interesting, because I have proven, and will continue to prove, that I am capable of backing every word of it up. For someone who seems to think I care about this as a popularity contest, you seem to be doing a pretty nice job of politicking, Reave. And that's the thing of it Scott, you need to see just how much that politicking makes me need to destroy you!!"
*The rare moment of calm in James Weck's demeanor passes quickly. He turns and punches one of the padded walls, hard, with a straight left hand. An echoing thud envelops the room, and Weck turns back to us, eyes wide and bulging, anger threatening to overtake him.*
"Scott, this is the last warning you will get from me! This is a warning that isn't meant to catch the reporters ear. It isn't meant to make me sound any fucking tougher then I prove myself to be. And it damn sure isn't an attempt, like your press conference, to make people forget that the last time they saw me I was on my way to becoming the Kurt Cobain of the wrestling world!! What this is, is me telling you that I need to fucking destroy you! I need to eliminate you, and people like you, from this sport, if I am ever going to get out of it all I put in! I have spent my ENTIRE life being dedicated to being the very best. And then when someone like you comes along, and spits in the face of all of my hard work and effort, you threaten to ruin that, you threaten to knock this sport down from what I need it to be! If it wasn't for my piece of shit father, I would be on fucking top of the wrestling world right now! No one would be paying a damn bit of attention to FGA, the NWA, or any other wrestling company on the planet! They would be watching the greatest wrestler the USA has ever produced, the Incarnation of Determination James Weck, preparing for the 2012 London Games. But instead, I am here, here for redemption. And in order to get that redemption, people need to see this company, this sport, as the fucking best! As all those who scratch and claw and push themselves to be the very best! Now Scott, first you soiled that by waisting the first years of your career as a fucking joke. You proved you are not someone to lead this sport to where I need it to be by not making an impact, not earning shit inside the ring! Then, how do you get your name in the limelight?!? How do you FINALLY make people even realize who the shit you are?!? By seducing some wrinkled old bag, and kidnapping the guy who signs your checks?!? THAT PISSES ALL OVER EVERYTHING I KNOW AND LOVE ABOUT THIS SPORT! I can't stand for that shit, Scott, not when I need this. Not when I need people to see the FGA, I need USA wrestling to see the FGA, and see me as competing amongst the best in the wrestling world! But that wasn't enough for you Scott! You needed to go and try to make an even bigger joke out of my life's work, out of the only thing I have ever really loved. You then have the balls to call yourself the future of the FGA, to say that you were hired to lead this company!! Scott, the fact that you have the balls to call yourself the future of anything just shows how fucking delusional you are, how much I need to eliminate you to prove myself worthy of being the best ever! Who was in the main event of the first ever Combat just one week ago?!? Me! You Scott, you were signed with the company by that time, and you weren't even invited to speak your mind to the fans, to make them know who you are!! You and your own agent had to call a press conference to do that! When I was signed to this company, the FGA broke the news on their website that very day. When you were signed, it was an afterthought!! And why? Because everyone knows what they are getting with you! A burned out, washed out, drug-addled waist, who may have been good enough to be half as good as he thinks he is if he kept his fucking head straight! But for you to call yourself the future, and whatever the fuck else you talked about with bomb shelters, or safe houses, shows me you are too much of a cancer on my sport for me to allow you to exist in it much longer! Scott, you have made a fatal, fatal mistake, you have proven to me you have no business in this sport of wrestling! And when I see that, I jump. Time and time again, I have said that I am the grim reaper of wrestling, coming to collect all those souls who have tarnished the wrestling world! You, Scott, have tarnished it almost as much as anyone in the wrestling world ever could, and have the potential to destroy it even more then that. I need to make sure, Scott, that you don't get that opportunity Scott, I need to make sure you don't drag this sport down any more then you have. The fact that you allow your agent t- No, fuck that! The fact that you have an agent proves that you do not have the love for this sport that I do. I don't have anybody to promote my name, my successes, because I want to go out and get it done in the ring night after night, and make people remember my name that way! That is the way I have always done it, and the way this sport has made people legendary since the Ancient Romans! But for you to allow your agent to stand up there and lie about your past transgressions shows me that you are a disrespectful little punk, and one that I will need to maim on my road back. Not because of my ego Scott, not because people aren't "paying to see me". But because I want to be considered a legend in this sport, Scott, and no one will give two shits about me being a legend if you are what is considered my competition!"
*James stands there, seething, for just a few seconds. He slowly allows himself to wind down, and finally is able to speak at a normal tone again, albeit somewhat agitated.*[/color]
"Scott, it should be pretty obvious to you by this time that the things you say and the way you treat this sport make me very, very angry. And I can assure you, in the ring tomorrow, you will find out just how bad an idea it was to anger the Incarnation of Determination on his road back to respect and glory. But for now, I will leave you with one more warning. From what I have seen and studied, it appears that you addicts sometimes do something called "projecting". Basically, you take negative traits and attributes that seem to apply to you, and you act as if everyone around you is guilty of those offenses. Scott, I am here to warn you that is a very, very, very dangerous habit to get into with me. Let's take a look, shall we, and see if I can't set you straight quickly, before tomorrow night, when I come to beat some sense into you. First, you told me I am giving you the run around and not giving you your all, and that I was trying to be an "entertainer". Well Scott, while I have done nothing but train and prepare, both mentally and physically, you have fallen back into your old self abusing ways, and then thrown an over-hyped, underwhelming, and totally unnecessary press conference before our match. Seems like you are the too worried about entertaining to put your mind into the match. Then you told me that I was trying to impress the youth of the nation, or get them to hate me, or get them to pay money to hate me, and didn't really say anything. Scott, all I have done is try to warn you that I am the Incarnation of Determination, try to tell you that I am on a quest for redemption, and that quest means I need to destroy you. You, so far, have gone on two rambling tirades. One about whether you were still able to bring it in the ring, and another about being a part of the new generation, and knocking down doors. None of that shit makes a damn bit of sense Scott, and it has nothing to do with you and I in the ring tomorrow night! Seems like you are the one who is trying to lie to yourself and convince yourself you are capable of things that, just a few days ago, you doubted you were. You went from questioning whether you should still be wrestling, to calling yourself the future. Meanwhile, in the same evening, you called me both washed-up, and a rookie to this sport?!? Scott, you are all over the place. While you ramble on about some shit of me being a "husk of myself", it is you who hates what he sees in the mirror! It is you who doesn't know if he is an addict or recovered, if his knee is going to give out, if he is going to take too many Somas to make it to the ring the next day! Scott, do you get what I am trying to stress to you with all these examples. I am trying to show you just why I need to dominate you tomorrow, just why I will settle for anything less. Because Scott, your mind is all over the place, almost as if it is becoming "chemically unbalanced"?? And for that reason, for your lack of concentration and dedication to this sport, I will put an end to your dreams of grandeur tomorrow night!! Your version of the truth has more holes in it then your synapses do. You call yourself part of the new generation, but you have been in the professional wrestling game for years, and nobody cares, you haven't made a bit of difference. I set the wrestling world on its ear when I chose this medium to come out of my exile this summer. But let me give you one more thing to ponder, Scott, one more thing that may get your head on straight and save you from serious injury. You claim that you are the future Scott, brought in to sell FGA tickets, to make people care, and to get rid of the "past", like me. Well Scott, seeing as we have just determined you are a has been in this sport, and that my star is just beginning to shine, I will present you with a more likely scenario. It seems to me that you were signed to be destroyed. Destroyed by me, the man who represents all that FRONTIER grappling arts wants to represent. Somebody who kicks ass in the ring, who gives his all to WRESTLING, not to bullshit. And by bringing you in, Scott, and feeding you to me, knowing full well I will am gunning to end your career, that I need to to prove a point. And when I destroy you, Scott Reave, I will prove to the world just what FGA is all about! That Scott, is more likely why you and I were both brought in, for me to prove a point by dominating you! And as someone who needs this sport to be all about competition, who needs it to be all about who is the best, I embrace that, and cannot wait to fulfill my part to get me back to where I need to be! Scott, you are heading into this match having no clue what you are up against. Yes, you are right, I am saying you have not done your homework on me, but when it's the truth, it's the truth. You are coming into this match having angered the one man you cannot afford to anger, and you are coming into this match nowhere near in the right frame of mind. If I were you, I would debate even coming into this match at all!"
*Weck stands and stares, eyes looking past the camera. He looks not angry, not upset, but focused, and aimed at the task at hand.*[/i]