Dear Jared
Jan 10, 2012 21:00:52 GMT -5
Post by Chandler Scott on Jan 10, 2012 21:00:52 GMT -5
Dear Jared,
This Wednesday cannot come soon enough. Contrary to popular belief, I have been counting down the days to this match up. I cannot begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to our encounter this week on Wednesday Weekly Combat. It is a chance for me to not only continue my winning ways, but to show the entire FRONTIER locker room exactly why I'm the man that is the odds on favorite to win the vacant Frontier Heavyweight Championship. It has nothing to do with by bank account, though surely helps. But let's look at the facts. This company wants to start off on the right foot, no? They want a building block, a cornerstone, and a franchise. They need someone to step up and be that go to guy. They want someone who they can be proud to say represents their company. When they send this individual out to the local media markets, they want to have the utmost confidence that this individual will not embarrass themselves and the company on live media. And what better person could be qualified for that role than a member of The Harvard Connection? Certainly not yourself.
Jared, contrary to what you believe, we know what it's like to struggle. Granted, we don't sleep in the same slum tenements like you and your fellow commoners do. Granted, we eat the same bargain brand food that you do and we don't drink out of the tap like you do. But we know what it is like to struggle. We know what it's like to go out there, leave it all behind, and go out there and fight on your own. After all, why else do you think we're in FRONTIER? Because we're bored? Do you know how easy it would be for someone as resourceful as we are, with someone with our connections, to get a guaranteed contract from one of the so-called big leagues? Or better yet, don't you realize how easy it would be to put that Harvard diploma, a degree from the finest University in all of the world, to good use? I could be sitting around with a high five figure, low six figure job right now. But Preston and I have decided to pursue this wrestling dream, which lent us here to FRONTIER. We want to be here because we want to establish this company as one of the up and coming wrestling establishments in these United States. And with The Harvard Connection on top, the message will be loud and clear: FRONTIER will stand for excellence, not mediocrity.
You seem to think that being a good two shoes is going to win you that championship? You think being the brown noser that you are will get you all the glory. Well, I have some rather bad news for you, Jared. Shaking hands, kissing babies, rescuing cats from trees and helping grandmothers across the street with their groceries will not get you a Heavyweight Championship. It'll make you a Good Samaritan, and that is it. To be a champion, you need to dig down deep. You need to do whatever is in your power to get the job done. Simply put, you have to make tough decisions. Decision, Jared, that may not be kosher with your faithful fans. Decisions, Jared, that your fans may not agree with. Decisions, Jared, that may alienate you from your fans.
But you can't do that. Oh no, Jared can't alienate his crew of lovable losers. Oh no, Jared wouldn't dare do anything to cast himself in a bad light. He needs to be the shining beacon of hope. He needs to be the man that all the little brats look up to. Jared needs to be the ultimate role model, Mr. Nice Guy. Guess what, Jared? You want to be a nice guy; Mr. Nice Guy, at that? Then go and sign up to be a mentor at a Boys and Girls Club. This is professional wrestling, a sport in which we hurt people for a living. If you're not willing to get your hands dirty, then perhaps you should put your little skirt back on and go seek employment elsewhere. This is a man's sport, Jared, something which you know nothing about. There's a reason why you lament for days on end about never achieving the big title throughout all your travels. It's because you have no back bone. It's because you're afraid to bend the rules and be Mr. Nice Guy.... but with an added edge. Jared, you don't have it between the legs to be a heavyweight champion. Never have, never will.
And your misfortunes will continue here in FRONTIER. Sure, Lady Luck has been on your side, carrying your worthless hide to a perfect record of three and zero. But your little run, Jared, will come to a screeching halt. This week on Wednesday Weekly Combat, not only will I break your streak, but I'll also break your face with my Harvard Hammer. You've been long overdue to be hit in the mouth, Jared. And that silly little toothy grin will disappear when my name is announced as the victory and my arm is held in the air as the winner. You can play a hero, Jared. You can be a Good Samaritan. You can even claim the title of Mr. Nice Guy. But there's one title you'll never claim. And that title, Jared, is the title of Heavyweight Champion. I am your physical better. I am your mental superior. I am the embodiment of your unrealized potential. This Wednesday, Jared, the glass slipper falls off. Your fifteen minutes finally
come up. And you will be exposed as the lovable loser you always will be.
And that, my friend, is the TRUTH!
Sincerely,
Chandler Scott[/color]
This Wednesday cannot come soon enough. Contrary to popular belief, I have been counting down the days to this match up. I cannot begin to tell you how much I am looking forward to our encounter this week on Wednesday Weekly Combat. It is a chance for me to not only continue my winning ways, but to show the entire FRONTIER locker room exactly why I'm the man that is the odds on favorite to win the vacant Frontier Heavyweight Championship. It has nothing to do with by bank account, though surely helps. But let's look at the facts. This company wants to start off on the right foot, no? They want a building block, a cornerstone, and a franchise. They need someone to step up and be that go to guy. They want someone who they can be proud to say represents their company. When they send this individual out to the local media markets, they want to have the utmost confidence that this individual will not embarrass themselves and the company on live media. And what better person could be qualified for that role than a member of The Harvard Connection? Certainly not yourself.
Jared, contrary to what you believe, we know what it's like to struggle. Granted, we don't sleep in the same slum tenements like you and your fellow commoners do. Granted, we eat the same bargain brand food that you do and we don't drink out of the tap like you do. But we know what it is like to struggle. We know what it's like to go out there, leave it all behind, and go out there and fight on your own. After all, why else do you think we're in FRONTIER? Because we're bored? Do you know how easy it would be for someone as resourceful as we are, with someone with our connections, to get a guaranteed contract from one of the so-called big leagues? Or better yet, don't you realize how easy it would be to put that Harvard diploma, a degree from the finest University in all of the world, to good use? I could be sitting around with a high five figure, low six figure job right now. But Preston and I have decided to pursue this wrestling dream, which lent us here to FRONTIER. We want to be here because we want to establish this company as one of the up and coming wrestling establishments in these United States. And with The Harvard Connection on top, the message will be loud and clear: FRONTIER will stand for excellence, not mediocrity.
You seem to think that being a good two shoes is going to win you that championship? You think being the brown noser that you are will get you all the glory. Well, I have some rather bad news for you, Jared. Shaking hands, kissing babies, rescuing cats from trees and helping grandmothers across the street with their groceries will not get you a Heavyweight Championship. It'll make you a Good Samaritan, and that is it. To be a champion, you need to dig down deep. You need to do whatever is in your power to get the job done. Simply put, you have to make tough decisions. Decision, Jared, that may not be kosher with your faithful fans. Decisions, Jared, that your fans may not agree with. Decisions, Jared, that may alienate you from your fans.
But you can't do that. Oh no, Jared can't alienate his crew of lovable losers. Oh no, Jared wouldn't dare do anything to cast himself in a bad light. He needs to be the shining beacon of hope. He needs to be the man that all the little brats look up to. Jared needs to be the ultimate role model, Mr. Nice Guy. Guess what, Jared? You want to be a nice guy; Mr. Nice Guy, at that? Then go and sign up to be a mentor at a Boys and Girls Club. This is professional wrestling, a sport in which we hurt people for a living. If you're not willing to get your hands dirty, then perhaps you should put your little skirt back on and go seek employment elsewhere. This is a man's sport, Jared, something which you know nothing about. There's a reason why you lament for days on end about never achieving the big title throughout all your travels. It's because you have no back bone. It's because you're afraid to bend the rules and be Mr. Nice Guy.... but with an added edge. Jared, you don't have it between the legs to be a heavyweight champion. Never have, never will.
And your misfortunes will continue here in FRONTIER. Sure, Lady Luck has been on your side, carrying your worthless hide to a perfect record of three and zero. But your little run, Jared, will come to a screeching halt. This week on Wednesday Weekly Combat, not only will I break your streak, but I'll also break your face with my Harvard Hammer. You've been long overdue to be hit in the mouth, Jared. And that silly little toothy grin will disappear when my name is announced as the victory and my arm is held in the air as the winner. You can play a hero, Jared. You can be a Good Samaritan. You can even claim the title of Mr. Nice Guy. But there's one title you'll never claim. And that title, Jared, is the title of Heavyweight Champion. I am your physical better. I am your mental superior. I am the embodiment of your unrealized potential. This Wednesday, Jared, the glass slipper falls off. Your fifteen minutes finally
come up. And you will be exposed as the lovable loser you always will be.
And that, my friend, is the TRUTH!
Sincerely,
Chandler Scott[/color]