RP #1 - Chandler Scott
Jan 10, 2012 18:28:55 GMT -5
Post by Adam James on Jan 10, 2012 18:28:55 GMT -5
Sunday the 8th of January, 2012
11:03 PM EST
We slowly open up to an aerial shot of Market Square in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It is early morning in this relatively quiet New England town, but The Press Room can still be seen having patrons pour in and out of it. We draw closer and closer to the building in question, and see that a good number of twenty-something individuals are having a good time, both inside and out as the door continues to open and close with arrivals and departures. We slowly wait for an opening before walking inside ourselves, and immediately we can see that this small little pub is packed to the brim. As young people dance to a variety of indie and Irish music, an unusual combination to say the least, it seems like all here are having a good time. As we slowly work our way through the crowd of people, we finally spot the man whom we have been searching for, “Mr. Nice Guy” Jared James. James, who is dressed in a simple navy blue dress shirt with some khaki slacks on and a pair of loafers, looks to be enjoying himself on what is, to him, just another day in his efforts to be an average folk. We can see Jared James is with a few of his friends, friends whom we have never seen before, but nothing really stands out until a beautiful brunette walks by. She seems to be about five feet, five inches, delicate facial features, gorgeous blue eyes, and wavy brown hair to top it all off. She instantly catches Jared’s eye, and it is from here that we watch as he casually walks up behind her and taps her on the shoulder. Turning around, she smiles and seems to instantly light up the dimly lit pub.
Jared James
“Hey there, my name is Jared. Are you heading out?”
Rather than be rude and blow him off, she simply nods her head and begins to head back out of The Press Room. Resilient, Jared follows her in pursuit. Once outside, she sees that Jared is still on her tail and turns around to face him.
“I just figured we could talk a little bit. You look like a very interesting women, in all honesty, and I would like to get to know you a little bit. I do not expect anything, if that is your concern… I am just new to the area, and would like to meet some new people.”
Jared’s genuine behavior seems to touch her, as we can visibly see the metaphorical walls around her begin to falter.
Rebecca Adams
“Well, if that is truly the case, I do not see why we can’t converse. My name is Rebecca Adams, and I am studying English back to the University of New Hampshire.”
Jared James
“Oh really? I ended up graduating with a BA in English a couple of years ago. What year are you, if you do not mind me asking…”
A slight smile from Rebecca signifies that she truly does not mind.
Rebecca Adams
“I am in my final year, a senior if you will. It has been a fun run too, if I do say so myself, but I am looking forward to having everything sort of finish up.”
Jared nods his head in understanding, reminiscing on what his final months in college were like for him. Afterwards there is a pause, an uncomfortable one at that, but it appears that neither Rebecca or Jared seem to mind. They stare into each other’s eyes, happy that this encounter occurred, before finally Jared decides to break the trance.
Jared James
“It is a bit chilly out right now, and certainly no place to talk. How about I take you on over to my place, and we can get to know each other a little bit more? I would love to hear about some of the classes you have slated for this semester, and perhaps I can give you some advice… at the very least.”
Rebecca hesitates at first, not initially comfortable with the idea of going to a strange man’s home. However, the more she thinks about the more she realizes she has an unusual trust for this man.
Rebecca Adams
“I think I would like that…”
And with that the two are out, as we slowly fade to black as Jared James tosses his jacket over Rebecca’s shoulders, looking as cliché as an 1980s movie.
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Tuesday the 10th of January, 2012
11:18 AM EST
We return a few days later, only this time we open up to a small hotel room near Monroe, New Jersey. It is, of course, the temporary home of FGA’s Jared James, as he prepares for yet another Wednesday filled with FRONTIER action. Speaking of James, Jared walks out from the bathroom of the hotel room with nothing but a pair of red gym shorts on. He seems to have just gotten out of the shower, as his hair is at a variety of different angles. Jared sees us an instantly smiles, waving us over to his bed where he motions for us to take a seat. Despite the current success Jared has been having, it is quite easy to see that something is bothering the young man of Des Moines, Iowa. Jared walks on over to his suitcase, where he pulls out a plain white shirt. Pulling the shirt over his head, Jared casually puts the shirt on and turns around to face us. After what was a relatively fun weekend for Jared, one which allowed him to meet a variety of people, Jared realizes that now is a pivotal period for him… as he needs to buckle down and get his stuff together, especially if he wants to claim a victory not only over his opponent this upcoming Wednesday night, but also against all of those who wish to take him out on his way to the FGA Heavyweight Championship. He knows there will be many clawing to try and reach the top, but he fully realizes that this belt is destined to reach him… all he needs to do is reach out, and grasp upon the opportunity.
Jared James
“Well hello there ladies and gentlemen, nice to have to stop on by on this fine Tuesday morning. I hope you had a safe trip, and are making yourselves comfortable as I just get ready really quickly.”
A playful spreads across the face of Jared James.
“In all sincerity though, I have had quite the week… and now, after all that has happened to me, it is time to buckle down and prepare for this Wednesday’s match against Chandler Scott. However, before I start off, perhaps we should all take a moment to reflect in what has happened this past week. You see folks, last week around this time I was preparing for a match against a man whom I had defeated at the inaugural episode of Combat. That man, being James Weck, had asked for this match… he felt that my original victory was nothing more than a fluke, you see. Well, after obtaining a tremendous amount of respect for Weck as an in-ring performer, I felt completely comfortable offering him up yet another chance at pinning me inside the ring. After all, I do occasionally get lucky… perhaps, just maybe, what we saw at the first episode of Combat was nothing more than an illusion.”
Jared James slowly shakes his head with disappointment.
“Sadly, for the hardworking fans of FRONTIER Grappling Arts, this rematch was as big of a letdown as the BCS National Championship Game was last night. It felt as if James Weck was too afraid to strike, too timid to take this opportunity to redeem himself and run with it. Oh no, instead what happened at the end of last week’s contest was very similar to the end of last night’s game. One group, in this case myself, was clearly head and shoulders better over the other, in this instance James Weck. It was a shame too, because I felt what James Weck and I had at the first showdown between us was something special… something that this company would have been able to build upon heading into the future. Now, with that shameful performances from Weck’s side of things, you have a man whose future with FRONTIER Grappling Arts is in question. Will he, a perfectly fine competitor, be able to bounce back after a third straight disappointment? Or will he go the way of an Ace Andrews, and slowly disappear from the FGA roster… his head between his legs as he tries to hide himself from the shame. I hope, for Weck’s sake, that he is able to make a full comeback… as having a hometown guy such as James Weck is truly beneficial to FGA, as well as somebody who can help groom all of the roster.”
James merely shrugs after that last comment, giving full acknowledgement that the status of James Weck is currently unknown. Afterwards his eyebrows raise, as James seems to have recalled something.
“Oh and one must not forget the big announcement regarding A New Odyssey, the card that will be taking place Rahway, New Jersey in just a few weeks. The announcement of an eight man tournament to crown the first ever FGA Heavyweight Champion is a big one, and with the first few names being announced… well, we can certainly say that the road to my first major championship in this business will most likely be a tricky one. Along with myself, the first four competitors announced for this tournament have all fought hard for their spots. Chandler Scott, Blaine Harrison, and of course… Scott Reave, well they all know how to give one hundred ten percent each and every week, and are going to make my ascension to the top a difficult one. Now I have absolute faith in my abilities, as well as my supporters abilities to push me to my maximum potential, so this is not me saying that I feel as if I have no chance. Oh no ladies and gents, this is just me acknowledging just how tough the competition here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts is getting. And with signings like Michael Tomkins, as well as Jack Flener, I am only anticipating this journey is going to become more and more difficult by each passing moment.”
A quick grin spreads over Jared James’s face after his previous remarks, as he begins to set his sights on this week.
“Fortunately for yours truly, I have yet another golden opportunity be handed to me by FGA management this week… as a face one of the eight men who will be partaking in this tournament, Chandler Scott. Now for those of you who recall my contest on the second edition of Combat, the one against Scott’s co-conspirator Preston Blake, you will remember how I managed to come out on top in that contest… despite Blake’s insistence of his superiority to me. Well this week, I can only imagine how Chandler Scott will be looking to redeem his partner in crime for what, to them, was an embarrassing loss against the common man. After all folks, if you recall, they are members of the Harvard elite… they have no business losing to a scrawny little punk like myself, right?”
Jared James winks at us, giving a subtle acknowledgement to the fact that The Harvard Connection’s elitism ultimately lead to their demise a few weeks ago.
“Hopefully this week ladies and gents, this half of The Harvard Connection has a degree in something a bit more useful than spouting out garbage and being arrogant, because otherwise we will see the same thing happen to Scott that happened to Blake. ‘Cause last time Preston Blake underestimating my ability as a professional wrestler, simply touting himself as being a better individual in all aspects in life… therefore qualifying him for victory. He failed to realize that the issues he was focusing on, my past and all of the non-wrestling stuff that had happened to me leading up to that point, were not properly preparing him for this contest against me. Perhaps he thought getting under my skin would irk me enough to the point where I would make some simple errors, errors which he would be capable of capitalizing on as he headed to victory. He failed to realize, however, that I have been around the game for quite some time now… and with that comes a lot of ridiculous, irrelevant criticism. So with ease I was able to see past all of Blake’s nonsense and get right down to the facts…
Those facts, oddly enough, being very similar to the facts facing Chandler Scott. That I, Jared James, was an equal, or even superior, professional wrestler to Preston Blake… much like I am with Chandler Scott. In fact, this week, I can easily say that I have a speed advantage over the 255 pound Chandler Scott, an agility advantage over the light heavyweight, and a resiliency that is unmatched by most men and women in this business. Plus, from personal experience, I know I can take quite the beating… and still come out on top with the victory. I have, in fact, done it on numerous occasions over the course of my four and a half year career after all, and I fully anticipate being capable of doing once more come tomorrow night. ‘Cause no matter what Scott tries to do to me, whether that being slamming me with all of his might into an object inside that ring, or tossing me around like a rag doll… I know what is at stake in this match, and the importance of coming out on top with a victory…”
Jared James lifts a finger at us, a sign for us to wait. He slowly walks on over to the bathroom, where we can see via the mirror that he is brushing his teeth. A good two minutes go by for Jared to perform this task, before he walks on over and smiles with his pearly whites.
“A victory this Wednesday night on Combat puts me at four victories, zero losses here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts. That, my friends, is a sign of true momentum being built. That, my friends, will mean that everybody on the FGA roster will need to start taking notice of the force that is ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ Jared James… and begin to prepare to face him accordingly. They will need to be aware of what I can do not only through the air, which seems to be what people think my bread and butter is, but also my abilities on the ground as well as my striking game. After all, from where I stand, I am FGA’s most well rounded competitor… a man, if you will, you looks to take on all comers each and every week. Which is why, tomorrow night, you will see me raising my hands high above my head… in victory over Chandler Scott.”
On that note, the scene fades off into black.
11:03 PM EST
We slowly open up to an aerial shot of Market Square in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It is early morning in this relatively quiet New England town, but The Press Room can still be seen having patrons pour in and out of it. We draw closer and closer to the building in question, and see that a good number of twenty-something individuals are having a good time, both inside and out as the door continues to open and close with arrivals and departures. We slowly wait for an opening before walking inside ourselves, and immediately we can see that this small little pub is packed to the brim. As young people dance to a variety of indie and Irish music, an unusual combination to say the least, it seems like all here are having a good time. As we slowly work our way through the crowd of people, we finally spot the man whom we have been searching for, “Mr. Nice Guy” Jared James. James, who is dressed in a simple navy blue dress shirt with some khaki slacks on and a pair of loafers, looks to be enjoying himself on what is, to him, just another day in his efforts to be an average folk. We can see Jared James is with a few of his friends, friends whom we have never seen before, but nothing really stands out until a beautiful brunette walks by. She seems to be about five feet, five inches, delicate facial features, gorgeous blue eyes, and wavy brown hair to top it all off. She instantly catches Jared’s eye, and it is from here that we watch as he casually walks up behind her and taps her on the shoulder. Turning around, she smiles and seems to instantly light up the dimly lit pub.
Jared James
“Hey there, my name is Jared. Are you heading out?”
Rather than be rude and blow him off, she simply nods her head and begins to head back out of The Press Room. Resilient, Jared follows her in pursuit. Once outside, she sees that Jared is still on her tail and turns around to face him.
“I just figured we could talk a little bit. You look like a very interesting women, in all honesty, and I would like to get to know you a little bit. I do not expect anything, if that is your concern… I am just new to the area, and would like to meet some new people.”
Jared’s genuine behavior seems to touch her, as we can visibly see the metaphorical walls around her begin to falter.
Rebecca Adams
“Well, if that is truly the case, I do not see why we can’t converse. My name is Rebecca Adams, and I am studying English back to the University of New Hampshire.”
Jared James
“Oh really? I ended up graduating with a BA in English a couple of years ago. What year are you, if you do not mind me asking…”
A slight smile from Rebecca signifies that she truly does not mind.
Rebecca Adams
“I am in my final year, a senior if you will. It has been a fun run too, if I do say so myself, but I am looking forward to having everything sort of finish up.”
Jared nods his head in understanding, reminiscing on what his final months in college were like for him. Afterwards there is a pause, an uncomfortable one at that, but it appears that neither Rebecca or Jared seem to mind. They stare into each other’s eyes, happy that this encounter occurred, before finally Jared decides to break the trance.
Jared James
“It is a bit chilly out right now, and certainly no place to talk. How about I take you on over to my place, and we can get to know each other a little bit more? I would love to hear about some of the classes you have slated for this semester, and perhaps I can give you some advice… at the very least.”
Rebecca hesitates at first, not initially comfortable with the idea of going to a strange man’s home. However, the more she thinks about the more she realizes she has an unusual trust for this man.
Rebecca Adams
“I think I would like that…”
And with that the two are out, as we slowly fade to black as Jared James tosses his jacket over Rebecca’s shoulders, looking as cliché as an 1980s movie.
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Tuesday the 10th of January, 2012
11:18 AM EST
We return a few days later, only this time we open up to a small hotel room near Monroe, New Jersey. It is, of course, the temporary home of FGA’s Jared James, as he prepares for yet another Wednesday filled with FRONTIER action. Speaking of James, Jared walks out from the bathroom of the hotel room with nothing but a pair of red gym shorts on. He seems to have just gotten out of the shower, as his hair is at a variety of different angles. Jared sees us an instantly smiles, waving us over to his bed where he motions for us to take a seat. Despite the current success Jared has been having, it is quite easy to see that something is bothering the young man of Des Moines, Iowa. Jared walks on over to his suitcase, where he pulls out a plain white shirt. Pulling the shirt over his head, Jared casually puts the shirt on and turns around to face us. After what was a relatively fun weekend for Jared, one which allowed him to meet a variety of people, Jared realizes that now is a pivotal period for him… as he needs to buckle down and get his stuff together, especially if he wants to claim a victory not only over his opponent this upcoming Wednesday night, but also against all of those who wish to take him out on his way to the FGA Heavyweight Championship. He knows there will be many clawing to try and reach the top, but he fully realizes that this belt is destined to reach him… all he needs to do is reach out, and grasp upon the opportunity.
Jared James
“Well hello there ladies and gentlemen, nice to have to stop on by on this fine Tuesday morning. I hope you had a safe trip, and are making yourselves comfortable as I just get ready really quickly.”
A playful spreads across the face of Jared James.
“In all sincerity though, I have had quite the week… and now, after all that has happened to me, it is time to buckle down and prepare for this Wednesday’s match against Chandler Scott. However, before I start off, perhaps we should all take a moment to reflect in what has happened this past week. You see folks, last week around this time I was preparing for a match against a man whom I had defeated at the inaugural episode of Combat. That man, being James Weck, had asked for this match… he felt that my original victory was nothing more than a fluke, you see. Well, after obtaining a tremendous amount of respect for Weck as an in-ring performer, I felt completely comfortable offering him up yet another chance at pinning me inside the ring. After all, I do occasionally get lucky… perhaps, just maybe, what we saw at the first episode of Combat was nothing more than an illusion.”
Jared James slowly shakes his head with disappointment.
“Sadly, for the hardworking fans of FRONTIER Grappling Arts, this rematch was as big of a letdown as the BCS National Championship Game was last night. It felt as if James Weck was too afraid to strike, too timid to take this opportunity to redeem himself and run with it. Oh no, instead what happened at the end of last week’s contest was very similar to the end of last night’s game. One group, in this case myself, was clearly head and shoulders better over the other, in this instance James Weck. It was a shame too, because I felt what James Weck and I had at the first showdown between us was something special… something that this company would have been able to build upon heading into the future. Now, with that shameful performances from Weck’s side of things, you have a man whose future with FRONTIER Grappling Arts is in question. Will he, a perfectly fine competitor, be able to bounce back after a third straight disappointment? Or will he go the way of an Ace Andrews, and slowly disappear from the FGA roster… his head between his legs as he tries to hide himself from the shame. I hope, for Weck’s sake, that he is able to make a full comeback… as having a hometown guy such as James Weck is truly beneficial to FGA, as well as somebody who can help groom all of the roster.”
James merely shrugs after that last comment, giving full acknowledgement that the status of James Weck is currently unknown. Afterwards his eyebrows raise, as James seems to have recalled something.
“Oh and one must not forget the big announcement regarding A New Odyssey, the card that will be taking place Rahway, New Jersey in just a few weeks. The announcement of an eight man tournament to crown the first ever FGA Heavyweight Champion is a big one, and with the first few names being announced… well, we can certainly say that the road to my first major championship in this business will most likely be a tricky one. Along with myself, the first four competitors announced for this tournament have all fought hard for their spots. Chandler Scott, Blaine Harrison, and of course… Scott Reave, well they all know how to give one hundred ten percent each and every week, and are going to make my ascension to the top a difficult one. Now I have absolute faith in my abilities, as well as my supporters abilities to push me to my maximum potential, so this is not me saying that I feel as if I have no chance. Oh no ladies and gents, this is just me acknowledging just how tough the competition here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts is getting. And with signings like Michael Tomkins, as well as Jack Flener, I am only anticipating this journey is going to become more and more difficult by each passing moment.”
A quick grin spreads over Jared James’s face after his previous remarks, as he begins to set his sights on this week.
“Fortunately for yours truly, I have yet another golden opportunity be handed to me by FGA management this week… as a face one of the eight men who will be partaking in this tournament, Chandler Scott. Now for those of you who recall my contest on the second edition of Combat, the one against Scott’s co-conspirator Preston Blake, you will remember how I managed to come out on top in that contest… despite Blake’s insistence of his superiority to me. Well this week, I can only imagine how Chandler Scott will be looking to redeem his partner in crime for what, to them, was an embarrassing loss against the common man. After all folks, if you recall, they are members of the Harvard elite… they have no business losing to a scrawny little punk like myself, right?”
Jared James winks at us, giving a subtle acknowledgement to the fact that The Harvard Connection’s elitism ultimately lead to their demise a few weeks ago.
“Hopefully this week ladies and gents, this half of The Harvard Connection has a degree in something a bit more useful than spouting out garbage and being arrogant, because otherwise we will see the same thing happen to Scott that happened to Blake. ‘Cause last time Preston Blake underestimating my ability as a professional wrestler, simply touting himself as being a better individual in all aspects in life… therefore qualifying him for victory. He failed to realize that the issues he was focusing on, my past and all of the non-wrestling stuff that had happened to me leading up to that point, were not properly preparing him for this contest against me. Perhaps he thought getting under my skin would irk me enough to the point where I would make some simple errors, errors which he would be capable of capitalizing on as he headed to victory. He failed to realize, however, that I have been around the game for quite some time now… and with that comes a lot of ridiculous, irrelevant criticism. So with ease I was able to see past all of Blake’s nonsense and get right down to the facts…
Those facts, oddly enough, being very similar to the facts facing Chandler Scott. That I, Jared James, was an equal, or even superior, professional wrestler to Preston Blake… much like I am with Chandler Scott. In fact, this week, I can easily say that I have a speed advantage over the 255 pound Chandler Scott, an agility advantage over the light heavyweight, and a resiliency that is unmatched by most men and women in this business. Plus, from personal experience, I know I can take quite the beating… and still come out on top with the victory. I have, in fact, done it on numerous occasions over the course of my four and a half year career after all, and I fully anticipate being capable of doing once more come tomorrow night. ‘Cause no matter what Scott tries to do to me, whether that being slamming me with all of his might into an object inside that ring, or tossing me around like a rag doll… I know what is at stake in this match, and the importance of coming out on top with a victory…”
Jared James lifts a finger at us, a sign for us to wait. He slowly walks on over to the bathroom, where we can see via the mirror that he is brushing his teeth. A good two minutes go by for Jared to perform this task, before he walks on over and smiles with his pearly whites.
“A victory this Wednesday night on Combat puts me at four victories, zero losses here in FRONTIER Grappling Arts. That, my friends, is a sign of true momentum being built. That, my friends, will mean that everybody on the FGA roster will need to start taking notice of the force that is ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ Jared James… and begin to prepare to face him accordingly. They will need to be aware of what I can do not only through the air, which seems to be what people think my bread and butter is, but also my abilities on the ground as well as my striking game. After all, from where I stand, I am FGA’s most well rounded competitor… a man, if you will, you looks to take on all comers each and every week. Which is why, tomorrow night, you will see me raising my hands high above my head… in victory over Chandler Scott.”
On that note, the scene fades off into black.
