Crowning A Champion

[Chandler Scott]

[The scene opens up to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”. The scene then fades to Chandler Scott and Madison Stewart, who are standing by in front of the FGA backdrop.]

Madison:
“Oh honey, I cannot wait for you to become the Frontier Heavyweight Champion. You look good now, don't get me wrong. But you'll look even better with that Heavyweight Championship around your waist,” says Madison, as she rubs Chandler's shoulder seductively.

Chandler:
“That belt would look good around this gorgeous waist, wouldn't it?” asks Chandler, feeding into Madison's love for him.

Madison:
“Mmmm hmmm....” says Madison as she gives her bottom life a seductive soft bite.

Chandler:
“What was once a dream or a vision will soon become a reality. The countdown is on, gentlemen. No, not the countdown to the end of the world. A countdown to a new era... a new beginning.... a new Frontier... a New Odyssey. 2012: A New Odyssey, to be exact. If my calculations are correct, we are just under 48 hours away from this historic event. It won't just be notable because it'll be Frontier's first supershow. Oh no. That in and of itself is reason to celebrate. But the real reason for the upcoming celebration is because on this event, Frontier will crown its first ever Heavyweight Champion. And who better to go down in history as the first-ever Heavyweight Champion of Frontier Grappling Arts than the Straight-A stud himself, Chandler Scott.

When you take a step back and think about it, there truly is no other candidate better than me.”

Madison:
“Presty would make a good champion,” chimes in Madison. Chandler takes a step back, rubs his chin and contemplates the thought. He then gives Madison an approving nod.

Chandler:
“Yes, Dear, Preston would make a fine champion. And if he were to somehow win this tournament, I wouldn't feel anything but pride and joy for him. We are both cut from the same cloth. We're high society. We're apart of The Harvard Elite. And we are, pound for pound, the two best pure wrestlers to grace this growing promotion. Crowning either of us as the first-ever champion would be an honor and a privilege. But Madison, this isn't a tag team championship we're talking about here. There's singles gold on the line and singles gold, only. So as much as I respect and trust and value or partnership, he has visions of winning that belt just as I do.

Madison:
“I understand...”

Chandler:
“Now outside of my fellow Harvard alum, you can't think of a better candidate for the job than me. Think about it. I have everything that a new company like Frontier looks for. When it comes to my education background, I've got that in spades. 4.0 GPA. A BA in Business from Harvard University, the great institution of higher learning in the entire world. I have no criminal record, so I'm clean as a whistle. I've never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket or a parking violation. And it isn't just my record that's clean, it's my health. I mean, just take a look at this body.” Chandler begins to unbutton his shirt, peaking Madison's interest. He then takes off his shirt and tosses it over to Madison. Her eyes light up at the sight of Chandler's chiseled physique. “Look at the definition. Look at the tone. There's no love handle here, fat boys. Do you see those biceps? Look at how those triceps just pop. Can you count those abs down there, because it looks like eight to me. And look at how perfectly smooth this skin is. Not a blemish to be found.”

Madison:
“Chandler, you're getting me all excited again....” Madison blushes as she begins to fan herself in excitement. Chandler just smirks at her.

Chandler:
“Now now, love, let's save those.... extracurricular activities for after the camera stops rolling, okay? It's bad enough that I have to go out there and show these bums how to wrestle. I wouldn't want to crush their spirits even further by teaching them how to perform inside the bedroom as well.” Chandler snickers. “So I've got the education requirements. I can pass the background and the drug test with flying colors. In the ring, I am certainly no slouch. I was quite the successful amateur wrestler in my day. And that has transitioned perfectly into the professional ranks, as myself and Preston have racked up win after win as the best tag team going today. But with Frontier being a growing promotion and its current lacking of tag teams....”

Madison:
“Mainly because you guys have scared them all off with your impressive talents...”

Chandler:
“... We've been forced into singles action. But just as we were good as a tag team, we've been equally as good in singles ranks, which is why both of us have been given this opportunity to challenge for the Frontier Heavyweight Championship. So if I'm one of the Frontier officials and I'm looking for someone to become my first champion, then I look no further than The Harvard Connection. My search for a champion stops and ends with them. We meet all of the criteria. We have the talent, the skill, the drive, the believability and the legitimacy. And that's something that no one else in this tournament can say besides Preston and I. So Frontier, if you wanted a man to lead you forward into 2012 and beyond.... if you're looking for a man that you can bank on and be the face of your brand.... if you're looking for a backbone to support you or a foundation to build on, then you look no further than The Harvard Connection.”

Madison:
“I couldn't agree more. You certainly wouldn't look the way of Blaine Harrison and Jared James.”

Chandler:
“Of course you wouldn't. Those two are too busy trying to save the world, bring world peace, and rescue babies from out of burning buildings. Sorry, punks, but you should save those heroics for this Friday night. Because it is going to take a heroic performance for either you you dweebs to walk out of New Jersey the first Frontier Heavyweight Champion. Jared James, you won't even make it out of the first round, thanks to my good friend Preston Blake. In that first round, Jared, you will finally be exposed for what you are. And that, my not so handsome friend, is nothing more than a mediocre wrestler who has gotten by because he kisses up to the fans and sucks up to the bosses. You have done nothing impressive here, Jared. Nothing.”

Madison:
“Oh sure, Jared, you've beaten both members of The Harvard Connection. Congratulations! I'm sure you must feel like you're life is complete now. I'm sure your mom and dad are finally proud that their pathetic waste of a son accomplished something meaningful. I'm sure your siblings now aren't afraid of getting beat up in school once they mention that you're their brother. And I'm most certainly positive that you're now using your victories over The Harvard Connection as a pick-up line on those drunk college girls you like to mess around with up in New Hampshire. The thing is Jared, is that you may have “beaten” Preston and Chandler. But they're still here. They're still standing strong. You failed, buddy. You were supposed to take them out and rid the FGA of them. But here they are, without a scratch on their bodies. Perhaps you should hit the gym and pump some iron so you can start putting some strength behind those punches, you little lightweight.”

Chandler:
“You tell him, honey! Just like Madison said, I'm still here. I'm still standing tall. You got lucky against me. You got lucky against Preston. You've gotten lucky with those drunk college girls up in New Hampshire. Ever since you've come here, all you've done is get lucky. But Jared, luck will only take you so far. Luck will only last for so long. Very soon, Jared, you're going to have to start getting by on your skill, whatever little bit you have of it. At A New Odyssey, you're luck will not only run out, but I'll prove to all of Frontier that you're skill doesn't quite match up to mine. Preston will take care of you in the first round. But by some fluke chance that you make it to the finals, that little smile of yours will be no more. Because I plan on knocking each and every single last one of those teeth out with the Harvard Hammer!”

Madison:
“Bam!”

Chandler:
“And then there's you, Blaine. The Robin to Jared's Batman. Or is he the Robin to your Batman? It doesn't really matter since seemingly you to are inseparable these days. You save his hide one week and the next, he saves yours. It must be nice knowing that no matter where you go and no matter what you're up against, you have such a good buddy like Jared James to watch your back. But I've got some news for you, Benny Boy. Jared won't be watching your back on Friday Night. And you want to know why?”

Madison:
“He can’t watch your back if he's too busy knocked out, now can he?”

Chandler:
“That's right, Preston is going to take Jared James out of the equation in the first round. And if by some chance you even make it out of round one, my good pal Preston will be right there, waiting to knock you out in round two. And if that happens, Blaine, you'll be all alone. And we know how you fair when you're all alone.....

Madison:
“You end up nearly getting your arm broken in two!”

Chandler:
“By the way, Blaine, I hope that arm is feeling better now. I hope it's fully healed. Because if it isn't, then I'd feel pretty sorry for you. See, I know of a really smart guy.... He's a Harvard alum, just like me, that specializes in a certain move that concentrations on the arm and shoulder regions of the bodies. I'd hate to see Preston have to slap that Crossface Chickenwing on your already hurt twig of an arm.”

Madison:
“Who are you kidding, Chandler? You'd love for nothing more than to see Preston locked on that chickenwing!”

Chandler:
“You know me too well, honey. You're exactly right! There's nothing more I'd love to see than Blaine being locked in that chickenwing. And there's nothing I'd rather heather than Blaine yelling at the top of his lungs, “I give up! I surrender! Uncle, Preston, Uncle! But don't feel too bad. It'd not like it would be the first time you've given up here in Frontier. Though this time, it would be different. You wouldn't just be giving up on your match. Oh no, you'd be giving up on something much greater than that. And that, quitter, is your shot at the Frontier Heavyweight Championship. So when Preston has you hooked in that chickenwing, you're going to have to ask yourself if it's worth it. For a pretty boy like you, I don't think it is.”

Madison:
“So, we know Jared won't be winning this. And it won't be Blaine, either.”

Chandler:
“You know who else it won't be? Scott Reave and Jack Flener. You know, for all of Jack Flener's talk, he sure hasn't backed it up. All we heard at the top of last week's Wednesday Weekly Combat show was that he was the best thing since sliced bread. But after he got shut up in his debut match, no one has heard a peep from him since. What happened, Jack? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you were finally humbled last week. Maybe you were forced to realize that not only are you not as good as you think you are, but that you're pretty mediocre to boot. Frontier may not be the biggest place. It may not have the flashiest presentation or the storied history. But if last Wednesday was any indication, you clearly can't cut it here. If I were a betting man, I'd bet that you've already thrown in the towel. And all that's left now is the formality of your first round opponent being rewarded the win by default.”

Madison:
“And then there's Scott Reave.”

Chandler:
“Ah yes, Frontier's resident drug addict. You know, Scotty, I've had to see your ugly mug for the better part of the last month. And every time you appeared on camera, you looked like death. You looked like you were just run over. Your words began to slur together. Your stance got a bit more wobbly. I don't know what type of funny cigarettes you've been smoking or what you've been snorting or injecting into your body, but I think they've finally achieved their desired effect. Just like I'd bet that Flener has thrown in the towel right now in the FGA, I'd say you've thrown in the towel on life. It wouldn't shock me in the least to turn on the news and hear a report about your body being found behind a dumpster in a dark alley.”

Madison:
“Not that it'd be any great loss, anyway.”

Chandler:
“It certainly wouldn’t. I know that sounds rather cruel or harsh. But I'd rather not sugarcoat the truth and would rather just tell it like it is. Frontier would be so much better off without a waste of life like you around. No longer would we have to avoid talking about the elephant in the room. No longer would we be forced to depend on a coked up has-been for name recognition. No, this company would be rid of your stench and would instead enjoy the fruits of having a member of The Harvard Connection as its first Heavyweight Champion.

Madison:
“You know who it also won't be? Michael Tomkins....”

Chandler:
“That's right, Michael Tomkins, you don't have a shot at winning this, either. The fact of the matter is that your record isn't as impressive as it appears on paper. Oh yes, you've won a lot of matches. But you also can't seem to win anything without your manager Timmy Brown getting involved. I wonder, when you use the restroom, do you have Timmy Brown wipe for you and finish you off? It wouldn't shock me, since he has to finish off your matches for you, too.”

Madison:
“How cute.”

Chandler:
“And then there's you, Jacques, my opponent in the first round. If there is one person that is not ready for this opportunity, its you. This is your moment. Your big break. A Heavyweight Championship is on the line and yet not a word has been heard from you, either. Are you scared? Are you intimidated? You should be. You can't match my intellect. You can't match my skill in that ring. In your own mind, you doubt yourself. That's why you've been quiet. That's why you're currently hiding underneath the bed. Instead of looking at tarot cards and into crystal balls, you need to be focused on reality. And the reality is, you just can't beat me either.

A member of The Harvard Connection will walk away the Frontier Heavyweight Champion. You can be the man with the most reign, the longest reign, the shortest reign or even the last reign. But there can only be one. There can only be first once. There can only be one alpha. I am that man. I am the individual that will go through three men in one night. And I will be the one to hoist that Frontier Heavyweight Championship above my head. I am mentally superior than everyone else. I am physically better than everyone else. I am not only the embodiment of your unrealized potential, but I am your future Frontier Heavyweight Champion! And that, my friends, is the truth.

[The scene fades to crimson, followed by the Harvard “H”.]