Error in Logic
Dec 20, 2011 19:50:35 GMT -5
Post by Adam James on Dec 20, 2011 19:50:35 GMT -5
Sunday the 18th of December, 2011
9:04 AM
Last week’s victory against James Weck on Wednesday Weekly Combat took a lot out of FRONTIER’s “Mr. Nice Guy” Jared James. It was a hellacious contest that tested Jared James till the very end. For much of the match, it appeared as if Weck was going to walk out victorious… doing to Jared what he proclaimed he would. Yet despite all of the adversity that came before Jared during that match, and Weck’s amazing technical ability, the man known as Jared James somehow managed to walk out of the inaugural addition of Combat with a victory. He realizes he has a long ways to go still, so the victory celebration must be kept brief, and he can’t help but take some of Weck’s words to heart. So, with yet another challenge facing him heading towards the second edition of Combat, Jared James opted to take a small trip back home for a couple of days just to reconnect with his past… the past that originally led him to tremendous success…
The scene slowly opens up to a small, dark room. All is really visible at this moment in time is an bright green letters on an alarm clock, which flashes an inaccurate time after somebody decided not to reset it after a power outage, and a small desk which is only visible due to a thin strip of light that is pour through a window. Other than those two objects, little is known about this room and what it contains. A few moments pass before a cell phone lights up, announcing an alarm that can be heard blaring “Gimme Love” by Noisecontrollers. It is from that point onward where the action begins, as a hand can be seen covering the light of the cell phone and shutting the alarm off. Some shuffling can be heard in the darkness, until finally all is revealed as the sleepy figure turns on the lights in the small room. The figure is none other than Jared James, who appears to have just woken up from a nice long sleep. He is shirtless, only wearing shorts, and appears extremely disoriented. He walks out of the room, into a bathroom that is adjacent to what appears to be his bedroom, and can be heard brushing his teeth. A couple minutes pass before the running of water ceases, and out comes Jared James once more. He plops his weary body onto his bed before stretching his arms out, trying his very best to wake himself up.
Jared James
“Of all the places to come meet me guys… you opt to walk in on me sleeping here at my parent’s home? I mean I told the office I would be taking a small trip, but I never realized how dedicated the FRONTIER staff was to making sure everybody got their thoughts on.”
Jared James bends over, reaching towards one of the drawers that are situated underneath the bed. He opens it and pulls out a blue and green flannel shirt. He begins to put it on, all while looking at the FRONTIER fans.
“Now I suppose you are here for my thoughts on Preston Blake, the punk from The Harvard Connection, am I right?”
Jared pauses as if he is anticipating a response from the FGA crew, all the while bending over to open another drawer. From this one he pulls out a pair of jeans, which he places on the bed next to him.
“I suppose that would make sense. Sorry if I seem a little disoriented folks, it has been a long weekend seeing my family and friends back here in Des Moines. It was a good week to recharge my battery, but at the same time I definitely wasn’t probably the best idea for a getaway.”
Jared James laughs to himself, shaking his head as he reflects on the past weekend.
“Before I can get into The Harvard Connection, and more specifically Preston Blake, I feel I need to take some time out for you FGA fans so we can truly appreciate the watch that was last week. For those of you who missed it, James Weck and I faced off in a hellacious contest in the main event on Combat last week. Weck went out, and despite the loss, showed that he can handle anybody… all with relative ease. Fortunately for me I have grown accustom to taking a beating in the ring over the course of my career, on account of my distinct lack of physical strength, and was able to persevere in order to come out of the bout with my hand held high and the first of what will be many wins on my resume. I am not here though to talk about last week’s match though… those who haven’t seen it can just watch it on FGA’s fine website. Oh no, I am here to comment on the actions of James Weck from last week.
You see ladies and gentlemen, last week after the match I decided to offer James Weck an olive branch if you will. I wanted to show him that, despite some of the things each of us said to one another, I truly do want to put the past behind us and start anew. After all, this isn’t Colorado anymore. This is FRONTIER… a chance for both James Weck and I to sort of let what happened in Rocky Mountain PRO go to rest. But what does Weck do? Weck spits at the very notion of letting things go. Oh no, he blows me off… spreading what I think was a very clear message that the resentment he has towards me is still raging inside of him. I was not overly shocked, after all Weck is the kind of man who would hold a grudge, but more peeved than anything, as I now need to deal with this petty nonsense. It frustrated me ladies and gentlemen because, at the end of the day, I only have two goals here in FGA… to make sure the product that I as a performer present to the fans is top-notch and to win the FGA Heavyweight Championship. So now that I have James Weck wanting to take me out… well let us just say I am not the happiest camper right now.”
Jared James unfolds the pair of jeans, opting to put them on over the shorts that he is wearing.
“After much thinking though, I believe I may have come to a sufficient way to end settle this disagreement that James Weck and I seem to be having with one another. A rematch, of some sorts, seems to be in order… and I know Weck is hungry for one. So FRONTIER management, if James Weck is up for it, how about we do James vs. Weck round two so yours truly can move onto bigger and better pastures. ‘Cause frankly, as it stands, the nuisance known as James Weck is already starting to become a distraction for things like the FGA Heavyweight Championship…”
Jared James allows the thought to trail off, getting up off of the bed and leaving the small room for a larger living type area. From the noticeable lack of windows are natural light, it is now clear that we are in the basement of James’s parents’ home. James does not stop walking though, as he continues to move onward towards a set of stairs. As he marches up them we can see a variety of John Deere memorabilia, due to his father’s employment there. He opens the door at the stop of the stairs and walks right into the kitchen of his family’s home. Neither one of his parents are at home, both of them currently attending Sunday mass, so the house is free for Jared for at least the moment. He walks about the room, collecting items that will make him a suitable breakfast, and sits down once he has his cereal with mile all ready.
“No need to worry thought FRONTIER. My heart is currently fixated on the gentlemen whom I will be facing off against in the ring this upcoming Wednesday night… Preston Blake, also known as one-half of The Harvard Connection. A man, for the sake of this discussion, seems to be doing precisely what James Weck did to me last week… judge. You would think, for a Harvard man, Preston would be smarter to judge a book by its cover, or even its past actions, but apparently at the school over in Cambridge they don’t teach folks how to play nice, do they Blake?
‘Cause if they did, Preston Blake would not have gone out in front of the FRONTIER community and man a fool out of himself. After all, all last week I was attacked for my previous actions in Rocky Mountain PRO… and all last week, what did I do? Did I go out and defend myself, trying to somehow coax each and every one of you into believing that all of those terrible things I did to people back in the state of Colorado were actually okay? No. Did I go out and ignore the problem, acting as if all of the things James Weck said were made up and that I truly was this innocent man who never hurt anybody at all? Far from it. Oh no, for those of you who viewed my rebuttal to a Mr. James Weck you would have observed a man who simply wanted forgiveness for his sins, a man who was willing to admit that he had done wrong and just wanted to put the past behind him. We all are human ladies and gentlemen, and I think I made perfectly clear that I am far from the perfect individual last week. I realize where my flaws are, and I also realize that all I can really try and do is to work on them and continue to live my life. It is too little to late to fix the mistakes I made in Boulder, Colorado… and that is something I will have to hold onto in my conscience for the rest of my life.
Of course, to a man like Preston Blake, a simple apology is not nearly enough. Blake is your stereotypical ruthless Harvard snob, the type of man who can’t really relate to the common man. You see folks; in Preston Blake’s distorted mind… he can do no wrong. This idea of mine is verified just by paying close attention to the way Blake speaks, how he carries himself, and of course how he refers to himself. He is quick, on most occasions, to mention his Harvard education and wealthy background. This week… well this week he just happened to have ‘slipped’ some information about him that revealed he had a 4.0 grade point average while attending Harvard, as well as some of his typical vacation spots, like The Hamptons and Martha’s Vineyard… just to name a few.
Yet not only he is your typical Harvard snob, but he is also a man who would make a tremendous politician folks. What do I mean exactly? Well, if you were to go back and watch his beautiful rant about my past behavior as well as my background you would notice that he does what all could politicians do when backed into a corner… the red herring fallacy. For those of you out there in the FGA community who have never heard of the red herring fallacy, it is an error in logic where one party, in this case Preston Blake, attempts to distract another party, in this case the FGA community, by deviating from the topic at hand by introducing a separate topic which the speaker, Blake, finds easier to speak to. Now what exactly am I referring to when I preach Blake’s error in logic? I am, of course, speaking to the simple fact that all of this discussion about what happened to me in Rocky Mountain PRO is completely irrelevant and deviates from the topic at hand, which is how Preston Blake is a better competitor than me. After all, Blake does make it quite clear that I never once competed in RMP… therefore, the only thing he can refer to in regards to my in-ring ability is the win I had last week against James Weck.”
This gives Jared James a quick chuckle, as he imagines Preston Blake trying to discredit last week’s victory.
“Whereas I can refer to numerous times when Preston Blake has competed inside the ring, as I have been a witness to many matches involving him. So clearly, ladies and gents, he is at a bit of a disadvantage here… don’t you agree?”
Jared provides the fans a quick wink, as his confidence begins to rise within him.
“For instance, I have the great pleasure of looking at the match Blake was a part of last week, a contest that saw him face off against the infamous Ace Andrews, and noticing just how lucky he got. ‘Cause if you ask anybody who has seen Ace Andrews at his best, they would be quick to tell you that the Ace Andrews we saw inside that ring last week on Combat was not the Ace Andrews of old. That was a man who looked like a shell of his former self, a man who was simply going through the motions. It was the perfect opponent for a Preston Blake type individual, a performer whose arsenal comes across as a little too vanilla for his own good. Which, I must say, I find it ironic that the biggest weakness in your ‘game’ is something you tout as your biggest strength. That is, of course, your technical background. It is your biggest flaw Blake, other than your overall ignorance of how the real world works, and what will ultimately lead to your undoing in the ring Wednesday night on Combat.
‘Cause those ‘style points’ you refer to are far more helpful than you imagine. They enable me to be unpredictable, allowing me to essentially pull moves out of my ass when the need arises. Those style points are what allow me to persevere against an opponent like James Weck, or even yourself, because eventually your highly touted ground game will only provide yours truly with some openings. Of course you will never admit that, and that is one of the problems with you strict technical wrestlers. You shelter yourself from the benefits of diversifying your arsenal, forcing yourself to remain ignorant of the benefits of a well-rounded arsenal of both offensive and defensive maneuvers. Me? Well I, Preston Blake, see myself as a technical wrestler who just happens to being able to do some ‘tricks’ every now and then to save myself. And unlike you, I harnessed my technical ability in the one place that breeds excellence in technical wrestling… Iowa. Yes, that Iowa. The Iowa that you snickered about, and joked as if it were just some cowpoke state with nothing valuable to offer. It is that Iowa that breeds amazing technicians like Dan Gable, who is an Iowa native, and Cael Sanderson, who attended the Iowa State in college. It is that Iowa that has twenty-five NCAA national championships in the sport of amateur wrestling, the ultimate technical challenge. So for you to try and argue that you, a snobbish rich kid who went to Harvard, have technical superiority to a man who went to high school and competed against greats… well that is just an insult not only to me but to the great state I grew up in.”
James takes a moment to catch his breath, the amount of passion he unleashed into that last tangent taking a lot out of him. He finishes his bowl of cereal and gets up, placing the dishes in the dishwasher before returning back to his eat at the table.
“And what about all of this ‘mental superiority’ nonsense I heard you spouting on about Preston? Do you actually buy into the idea that your Harvard education actually leads to you becoming a better professional wrestler? ‘Cause if you do, well then perhaps we should begin to start calling bullsh*t to your claim that you even attended Harvard… since any real Harvard graduate would realize that does not quite add up. Just because you excelled in the academic world Mr. Blake does not mean you have the same level of mental capabilities needed to compete in the world of professional wrestling, especially at the level I am taking to ask of you. Hell, they are two completely different skill sets for crying out loud! No Blake, the best way to get a mental edge over your opponent is to have experience inside that ring, something that I do. You? Well you are still a young man, who still has a lot to learn in order to compete at the level required of you in order to be the best. Will that Harvard education of yours mean that you could learn faster than others? Perhaps. Does it mean you are at the same level as me? Far from it. All your Harvard education means to me in regards to this match, Preston Blake, is that you have a more prestigious piece of paper than I do. Not really something that will come in handy come Wednesday… will it Preston?”
Jared lets out yet another chuckle, as he begins to feel ready to take on the young man known to the FRONTIER community as Preston Blake.
“So before you go off spouting all of this irrelevant nonsense about all these things that I have done in the past, or before you go off claiming things you have yet to back yourself… perhaps you should look in the mirror Preston Blake and realize just how far you still need to go in order to be as great inside the squared circle as you were inside the classroom. ‘Cause if you keep up with this arrogant attitude, before you actually claim some meaningful victories, you’ll only lose your credibility here in FGA when you get schooled by a man such as yours truly.
Because I plan on bringing it Preston Blake, just like I intend on doing every week. I do not intend on being content with one simply victory over James Weck, oh no Blake. I intend on going out to the ring, each and every week, and showing that people’s perception of me was completely off. That I, Jared James, is not just some punk he likes to go out and put on a show for the fans… that I am a man who wants to go out, put on a show for the fans, win, and do it all the right way. After all, I am ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ and I am the nicest man in professional wrestling.”
With that final thought Jared James’s parents come home, just in time. As we watch the family discuss how their mornings unfolded, the scene slowly begins to fade to black.
9:04 AM
Last week’s victory against James Weck on Wednesday Weekly Combat took a lot out of FRONTIER’s “Mr. Nice Guy” Jared James. It was a hellacious contest that tested Jared James till the very end. For much of the match, it appeared as if Weck was going to walk out victorious… doing to Jared what he proclaimed he would. Yet despite all of the adversity that came before Jared during that match, and Weck’s amazing technical ability, the man known as Jared James somehow managed to walk out of the inaugural addition of Combat with a victory. He realizes he has a long ways to go still, so the victory celebration must be kept brief, and he can’t help but take some of Weck’s words to heart. So, with yet another challenge facing him heading towards the second edition of Combat, Jared James opted to take a small trip back home for a couple of days just to reconnect with his past… the past that originally led him to tremendous success…
The scene slowly opens up to a small, dark room. All is really visible at this moment in time is an bright green letters on an alarm clock, which flashes an inaccurate time after somebody decided not to reset it after a power outage, and a small desk which is only visible due to a thin strip of light that is pour through a window. Other than those two objects, little is known about this room and what it contains. A few moments pass before a cell phone lights up, announcing an alarm that can be heard blaring “Gimme Love” by Noisecontrollers. It is from that point onward where the action begins, as a hand can be seen covering the light of the cell phone and shutting the alarm off. Some shuffling can be heard in the darkness, until finally all is revealed as the sleepy figure turns on the lights in the small room. The figure is none other than Jared James, who appears to have just woken up from a nice long sleep. He is shirtless, only wearing shorts, and appears extremely disoriented. He walks out of the room, into a bathroom that is adjacent to what appears to be his bedroom, and can be heard brushing his teeth. A couple minutes pass before the running of water ceases, and out comes Jared James once more. He plops his weary body onto his bed before stretching his arms out, trying his very best to wake himself up.
Jared James
“Of all the places to come meet me guys… you opt to walk in on me sleeping here at my parent’s home? I mean I told the office I would be taking a small trip, but I never realized how dedicated the FRONTIER staff was to making sure everybody got their thoughts on.”
Jared James bends over, reaching towards one of the drawers that are situated underneath the bed. He opens it and pulls out a blue and green flannel shirt. He begins to put it on, all while looking at the FRONTIER fans.
“Now I suppose you are here for my thoughts on Preston Blake, the punk from The Harvard Connection, am I right?”
Jared pauses as if he is anticipating a response from the FGA crew, all the while bending over to open another drawer. From this one he pulls out a pair of jeans, which he places on the bed next to him.
“I suppose that would make sense. Sorry if I seem a little disoriented folks, it has been a long weekend seeing my family and friends back here in Des Moines. It was a good week to recharge my battery, but at the same time I definitely wasn’t probably the best idea for a getaway.”
Jared James laughs to himself, shaking his head as he reflects on the past weekend.
“Before I can get into The Harvard Connection, and more specifically Preston Blake, I feel I need to take some time out for you FGA fans so we can truly appreciate the watch that was last week. For those of you who missed it, James Weck and I faced off in a hellacious contest in the main event on Combat last week. Weck went out, and despite the loss, showed that he can handle anybody… all with relative ease. Fortunately for me I have grown accustom to taking a beating in the ring over the course of my career, on account of my distinct lack of physical strength, and was able to persevere in order to come out of the bout with my hand held high and the first of what will be many wins on my resume. I am not here though to talk about last week’s match though… those who haven’t seen it can just watch it on FGA’s fine website. Oh no, I am here to comment on the actions of James Weck from last week.
You see ladies and gentlemen, last week after the match I decided to offer James Weck an olive branch if you will. I wanted to show him that, despite some of the things each of us said to one another, I truly do want to put the past behind us and start anew. After all, this isn’t Colorado anymore. This is FRONTIER… a chance for both James Weck and I to sort of let what happened in Rocky Mountain PRO go to rest. But what does Weck do? Weck spits at the very notion of letting things go. Oh no, he blows me off… spreading what I think was a very clear message that the resentment he has towards me is still raging inside of him. I was not overly shocked, after all Weck is the kind of man who would hold a grudge, but more peeved than anything, as I now need to deal with this petty nonsense. It frustrated me ladies and gentlemen because, at the end of the day, I only have two goals here in FGA… to make sure the product that I as a performer present to the fans is top-notch and to win the FGA Heavyweight Championship. So now that I have James Weck wanting to take me out… well let us just say I am not the happiest camper right now.”
Jared James unfolds the pair of jeans, opting to put them on over the shorts that he is wearing.
“After much thinking though, I believe I may have come to a sufficient way to end settle this disagreement that James Weck and I seem to be having with one another. A rematch, of some sorts, seems to be in order… and I know Weck is hungry for one. So FRONTIER management, if James Weck is up for it, how about we do James vs. Weck round two so yours truly can move onto bigger and better pastures. ‘Cause frankly, as it stands, the nuisance known as James Weck is already starting to become a distraction for things like the FGA Heavyweight Championship…”
Jared James allows the thought to trail off, getting up off of the bed and leaving the small room for a larger living type area. From the noticeable lack of windows are natural light, it is now clear that we are in the basement of James’s parents’ home. James does not stop walking though, as he continues to move onward towards a set of stairs. As he marches up them we can see a variety of John Deere memorabilia, due to his father’s employment there. He opens the door at the stop of the stairs and walks right into the kitchen of his family’s home. Neither one of his parents are at home, both of them currently attending Sunday mass, so the house is free for Jared for at least the moment. He walks about the room, collecting items that will make him a suitable breakfast, and sits down once he has his cereal with mile all ready.
“No need to worry thought FRONTIER. My heart is currently fixated on the gentlemen whom I will be facing off against in the ring this upcoming Wednesday night… Preston Blake, also known as one-half of The Harvard Connection. A man, for the sake of this discussion, seems to be doing precisely what James Weck did to me last week… judge. You would think, for a Harvard man, Preston would be smarter to judge a book by its cover, or even its past actions, but apparently at the school over in Cambridge they don’t teach folks how to play nice, do they Blake?
‘Cause if they did, Preston Blake would not have gone out in front of the FRONTIER community and man a fool out of himself. After all, all last week I was attacked for my previous actions in Rocky Mountain PRO… and all last week, what did I do? Did I go out and defend myself, trying to somehow coax each and every one of you into believing that all of those terrible things I did to people back in the state of Colorado were actually okay? No. Did I go out and ignore the problem, acting as if all of the things James Weck said were made up and that I truly was this innocent man who never hurt anybody at all? Far from it. Oh no, for those of you who viewed my rebuttal to a Mr. James Weck you would have observed a man who simply wanted forgiveness for his sins, a man who was willing to admit that he had done wrong and just wanted to put the past behind him. We all are human ladies and gentlemen, and I think I made perfectly clear that I am far from the perfect individual last week. I realize where my flaws are, and I also realize that all I can really try and do is to work on them and continue to live my life. It is too little to late to fix the mistakes I made in Boulder, Colorado… and that is something I will have to hold onto in my conscience for the rest of my life.
Of course, to a man like Preston Blake, a simple apology is not nearly enough. Blake is your stereotypical ruthless Harvard snob, the type of man who can’t really relate to the common man. You see folks; in Preston Blake’s distorted mind… he can do no wrong. This idea of mine is verified just by paying close attention to the way Blake speaks, how he carries himself, and of course how he refers to himself. He is quick, on most occasions, to mention his Harvard education and wealthy background. This week… well this week he just happened to have ‘slipped’ some information about him that revealed he had a 4.0 grade point average while attending Harvard, as well as some of his typical vacation spots, like The Hamptons and Martha’s Vineyard… just to name a few.
Yet not only he is your typical Harvard snob, but he is also a man who would make a tremendous politician folks. What do I mean exactly? Well, if you were to go back and watch his beautiful rant about my past behavior as well as my background you would notice that he does what all could politicians do when backed into a corner… the red herring fallacy. For those of you out there in the FGA community who have never heard of the red herring fallacy, it is an error in logic where one party, in this case Preston Blake, attempts to distract another party, in this case the FGA community, by deviating from the topic at hand by introducing a separate topic which the speaker, Blake, finds easier to speak to. Now what exactly am I referring to when I preach Blake’s error in logic? I am, of course, speaking to the simple fact that all of this discussion about what happened to me in Rocky Mountain PRO is completely irrelevant and deviates from the topic at hand, which is how Preston Blake is a better competitor than me. After all, Blake does make it quite clear that I never once competed in RMP… therefore, the only thing he can refer to in regards to my in-ring ability is the win I had last week against James Weck.”
This gives Jared James a quick chuckle, as he imagines Preston Blake trying to discredit last week’s victory.
“Whereas I can refer to numerous times when Preston Blake has competed inside the ring, as I have been a witness to many matches involving him. So clearly, ladies and gents, he is at a bit of a disadvantage here… don’t you agree?”
Jared provides the fans a quick wink, as his confidence begins to rise within him.
“For instance, I have the great pleasure of looking at the match Blake was a part of last week, a contest that saw him face off against the infamous Ace Andrews, and noticing just how lucky he got. ‘Cause if you ask anybody who has seen Ace Andrews at his best, they would be quick to tell you that the Ace Andrews we saw inside that ring last week on Combat was not the Ace Andrews of old. That was a man who looked like a shell of his former self, a man who was simply going through the motions. It was the perfect opponent for a Preston Blake type individual, a performer whose arsenal comes across as a little too vanilla for his own good. Which, I must say, I find it ironic that the biggest weakness in your ‘game’ is something you tout as your biggest strength. That is, of course, your technical background. It is your biggest flaw Blake, other than your overall ignorance of how the real world works, and what will ultimately lead to your undoing in the ring Wednesday night on Combat.
‘Cause those ‘style points’ you refer to are far more helpful than you imagine. They enable me to be unpredictable, allowing me to essentially pull moves out of my ass when the need arises. Those style points are what allow me to persevere against an opponent like James Weck, or even yourself, because eventually your highly touted ground game will only provide yours truly with some openings. Of course you will never admit that, and that is one of the problems with you strict technical wrestlers. You shelter yourself from the benefits of diversifying your arsenal, forcing yourself to remain ignorant of the benefits of a well-rounded arsenal of both offensive and defensive maneuvers. Me? Well I, Preston Blake, see myself as a technical wrestler who just happens to being able to do some ‘tricks’ every now and then to save myself. And unlike you, I harnessed my technical ability in the one place that breeds excellence in technical wrestling… Iowa. Yes, that Iowa. The Iowa that you snickered about, and joked as if it were just some cowpoke state with nothing valuable to offer. It is that Iowa that breeds amazing technicians like Dan Gable, who is an Iowa native, and Cael Sanderson, who attended the Iowa State in college. It is that Iowa that has twenty-five NCAA national championships in the sport of amateur wrestling, the ultimate technical challenge. So for you to try and argue that you, a snobbish rich kid who went to Harvard, have technical superiority to a man who went to high school and competed against greats… well that is just an insult not only to me but to the great state I grew up in.”
James takes a moment to catch his breath, the amount of passion he unleashed into that last tangent taking a lot out of him. He finishes his bowl of cereal and gets up, placing the dishes in the dishwasher before returning back to his eat at the table.
“And what about all of this ‘mental superiority’ nonsense I heard you spouting on about Preston? Do you actually buy into the idea that your Harvard education actually leads to you becoming a better professional wrestler? ‘Cause if you do, well then perhaps we should begin to start calling bullsh*t to your claim that you even attended Harvard… since any real Harvard graduate would realize that does not quite add up. Just because you excelled in the academic world Mr. Blake does not mean you have the same level of mental capabilities needed to compete in the world of professional wrestling, especially at the level I am taking to ask of you. Hell, they are two completely different skill sets for crying out loud! No Blake, the best way to get a mental edge over your opponent is to have experience inside that ring, something that I do. You? Well you are still a young man, who still has a lot to learn in order to compete at the level required of you in order to be the best. Will that Harvard education of yours mean that you could learn faster than others? Perhaps. Does it mean you are at the same level as me? Far from it. All your Harvard education means to me in regards to this match, Preston Blake, is that you have a more prestigious piece of paper than I do. Not really something that will come in handy come Wednesday… will it Preston?”
Jared lets out yet another chuckle, as he begins to feel ready to take on the young man known to the FRONTIER community as Preston Blake.
“So before you go off spouting all of this irrelevant nonsense about all these things that I have done in the past, or before you go off claiming things you have yet to back yourself… perhaps you should look in the mirror Preston Blake and realize just how far you still need to go in order to be as great inside the squared circle as you were inside the classroom. ‘Cause if you keep up with this arrogant attitude, before you actually claim some meaningful victories, you’ll only lose your credibility here in FGA when you get schooled by a man such as yours truly.
Because I plan on bringing it Preston Blake, just like I intend on doing every week. I do not intend on being content with one simply victory over James Weck, oh no Blake. I intend on going out to the ring, each and every week, and showing that people’s perception of me was completely off. That I, Jared James, is not just some punk he likes to go out and put on a show for the fans… that I am a man who wants to go out, put on a show for the fans, win, and do it all the right way. After all, I am ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ and I am the nicest man in professional wrestling.”
With that final thought Jared James’s parents come home, just in time. As we watch the family discuss how their mornings unfolded, the scene slowly begins to fade to black.
