A challenge issued
Dec 7, 2011 0:35:53 GMT -5
Post by 4eyes on Dec 7, 2011 0:35:53 GMT -5
*The "FGA" broken font logo appears on our screen for a few seconds, showing us that we have, really, just clicked on the first video posted on the fledgling promotion's website. When the letters fade away and we see our setting, we see that what we are about to watch is being shot in the early morning. There is a still a thin morning mist and drizzle in the air, and the headlights of cars driving past our outdoor scene occasionally catch the camera's eyes. As our audio picks up, the faint roar of the engines can be heard, and we can hear our host stomping on the wet grass of what appears to be a front lawn. We continue to walk across the spacious lawn, which is beautifully landscaped and maintained, with lush trees and bushes. Finally, we come to a sign that announces we are at the Inman Sports Club, home to the inaugural Wednesday Weekly Combat Show in just 8 days. Our camera stops here and focuses on the sign for a second, before an angry voice from behind it breaks the silence.* [/i]
"Those of you who don't already know who I am by the sound of my voice will find out soon enough!! For now, let me welcome you to the Inman Sports Club. Sitting in the suburban squalor that is Edison, New Jersey, square in the middle of Middlesex county. Next week, the entire FGA fledgling roster will be here for the company's debut event, the dawning of a new era of professional wrestling along the east coast. Now so far, we've got a few athletes signed up for this company, some who I know first hand can actually bring it in the ring. Men like the Harvard Connection, men who have real wrestling talent and ability to back up their brags. But for me, as this new company begins it's maiden voyage, there is only one man I care about. One man whose success or failure will determine whether this company is everything it can be, or whether it will fall into the same problems which have troubled this sport for far, far too long. If I allow him to flourish, if I allow my target to claim the top spot in FGA that he no doubt believes he is entitled to, then this entire sport will fail. AND I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN!! You see, the key to my wrestling redemption is Frontier Grappling Arts. The key to this sport truly being able to call itself "professional", to be able to hold up to the legacy I NEED IT TO HAVE!, rests in my ability to stop this man.The FGA Heavyweight Championship will rest around my waist, of that I am sure. What that title will mean, though, if that title will get me the accolades I crave, is yet to be determined. My place among the pantheon of greats in this, the oldest sport in the world, will be determined by my ability to thwart this individual. O yes , I am sure this man already know who I am, I am sure that he is already shaking in his boots, regretting the decision to come east and try to revive a career that never should have been! Well it's too fucking late for that now! He is a man who, for years, has purported himself as a true wrestler, as someone who can carry the title of "legend" around. I am here, right now, to tell the entire world that this man is no legend. I am here to tell the entire world that JARED JAMES is the root of all that is wrong with wrestling today!!"
*Finally, our host walks in front of the camera. To those few from the east coast who followed the events of Rocky Mountain Pro, he is no stranger. He stands before the Sport's Club's sign, blue jeans and black boots below the waist. a black t-shirt , tight around the man's muscular biceps and massive shoulders, is all he wears on his torso, even in the early December cold. He stands before the camera, arms crossed, breathing heavy, seemingly awash in rage. The mans eyes get small and focused, as he seems to be measuring each hostile word.*
"Now, I have said time and time again that to predict the future we must study the past. So we are about to go way the fuck back in time to see what the future has in store for FGA. For those of you who don't already know who I am, my name is James Weck, and there was a time not all that long ago where you could not mention wrestling in this part of the country without mentioning my name!! You see, it was less then ten years ago when I enrolled in Bergen Catholic High School, about an hour or so north of here, and began, in earnest, my quest to leave my mark forever on this sport of kings. While there, I won more accolades and medals then you could count, including 2 state championships. I ended high school on a 70 match win streak, against the best competition in the country! As my senior year was winding down, I began to receive offers from every single big time wrestling program in the country. Iowa, Minnesota, all the Big 10 schools. But I knew that I could do even better!! I knew that, in blazing a new path, I could cement my status among the legends, the Mount Rushmore of wrestling! So I stayed home, and attended Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey. The building I wrestled my home matches in was less then ten miles from here."
*Weck stops for a second, and turns his head to the left. He stares into the distance for a few seconds, towards what we can only assume is the Rutgers University campus.*
"Now when I got to the banks of the Raritan River, the program was in it's genesis of becoming what it is. They were nowhere near the top ten team they are today. But that is what made my road so great, that is what would forever establish me as one of the trailblazers in the oldest sport in the world! And, o yes, that quest is where I first proved to be the Incarnation of Determination! I was 28 and 0 my freshman year, and won every tournament, every match, everything I was involved in, all the way until the conference finals! There was not a person alive who could stop me, I hadn't lost a fucking match in three years!!.. Now, for those of you who have seen my brief foray into the professional ranks of this sport so far, you know how that night turned out, you know my own flesh and blood stopped me from reaching my true potential as the greatest ever!! For those of you who haven't, well that's a story for another day. And from that day forward I became an outcast, blackballed from the one thing I knew, the one thing I could do better then anybody else, the one thing I loved!!! Now I have been accused of being too verbose in the past, so I want every single wrestling fan watching this to understand one thing, I want Jared James to understand one thing. I am not rehashing this grievous injustice for the sake of pity, or to hear myself talk! No, I am mearly telling you, Jared, so that I can try yet again to convey to you the passion that I have for this sport! So that I can get it through your thick fucking skull just how much I love this sport. Just how much I needed this sport, and just how hard I fell when I lost it! When I was exiled, I spent 5 years existing, but not living! I spent half a decade dragging myself through the worst hell imaginable!! There's a whole lot of jokes about this state, and let me tell you, I saw New Jersey's version of Skid Row up close. With nothing but a basement full of workout equipment, and a life of glory shattered, I convalesced. Until one day, I stumbled upon a DVD at the local Walmart. Jared James, you will remember this part of the story well, for it was on that two dollar and ninety nine cent DVD that I discovered Connecticut Forum Wrestling!"
*James stops again and stares out into the street. The camera turns with his head, as if they expect to find in the street whatever it is he is looking at. But no, again, James seems to be looking out into the distance. He seems to be looking back through time. Weck's body is shaking now, and as the rain continues to fall harder, we can see his mood growing more aggressive as he takes a step towards the camera.*
"On that DVD, I saw men fighting to be called "champions". I saw men like Terry Marvin....Simon Sensation... Jackhammer... and the "Forum Horsemen", particularly, Jared James. I watched these people, fighting to be the top dog at what was SUPPOSED TO BE the sport I loved, the sport I had given my very life and soul over to, and it dawned on me. Not a damn one of them were shit compared to the talent I had! None of them were capable of causing as much carnage on a grand scale that I could! Every single one of them, well, they relied on flash, on style, to try and make themselves seem something they weren't, to try and make themselves seem talented. And it was that day that I saw this was my chance to shine! That this was one aspect of my sport that USA wrestling, with their lifetime ban, could not control! That I could dominate this company, this sport, and in so doing, I could claim my place among the best, the place I was meant to have! But as plans will be, plans will go awry. Because you see, by the time I was able to track down this two bit operation, it was already closed down, dead, R.I.P. I guess I didn't come in enough time to save the company, but the post-mordem isn't that difficult to figure out! It was all of these "wanna-be's", all of these showmen, who killed the company off! It was because, when it comes to the sport of kings, the oldest sport in the world, you need men who want to compete, not men who want to strut. You need the Incarnation of Determination, not the Essence of Overrated!! But I tracked down the remnant of that company, in a new group, one that had sprung out of the Mountains, called Rocky Mountain Pro. Jared, now this is the part where you became a main player in the story, the part where our villain on my road to redemption is introduced!! You see, I debuted in Rocky Mountain Pro with the intention to lead the newborn company to heights it could never experience! It was my goal to make the company the very best in the NWA, in the wrestling world, and in so doing, prove myself to be a true ground breaker in the wrestling industry. Not because of a flashy coat, or some acrobatic bullshit off the top rope, but because of my talent! My ability in the ring!! But you see, it wouldn't mean a damn thing if I defeated a bunch of nobodies. The outside world would never care if I dominated against the lowest common denominator. I needed to make the company one where wrestling talent was what people cared about, what people saw the company for first and formost so that when I was on top, the world would see I was the best of the best! And damn if I didn't try as hard as one man could to accomplish that goal! I dominated, getting to my record to 7-2 before claiming the Centennial States Heritage Title, less then three months into my professional career! I was the person defeated just once in the ring until my final match with the company, when I had no desire to compete anymore. Hell, if you want to count that match, when I admit I had already made up my mind to leave, I went over 4 years of wrestling competition only being pinned one time! And I NEVER, NEVER, lost that Centennial Title in the ring, they had to get a court order to get me to to mail it back to them!!"
*At this point, Weck's hair has fallen to a matted mess in front of his face. He half attempts to push it out of his eyes, but only makes it worse, adding an eerie visual of only his eyes poking out from the curls. As the rain continues to worsen, we can hear the cameraman placing a plastic, protective covering over the camera.*
"So I'm sure the question on everyone's mind, the only thing that doesn't make sense is, "Why leave?" If I was getting that close to accomplishing my goals, to getting my name back, then what happened? Where did it all go wrong?!? Well you see, despite all my victories, all my accolades, I began to realize I was never going to get myself truly right in the eyes of the people who truly knew this sport! Not while I was there, in RMP! I had meetings scheduled, and postponed, and canceled, and rescheduled, and repostponed, with Rich Santoli, the head USA Wrestling, on an almost weekly basis. I lobbied my case, I proved my merits, and I did whatever I could to prove that I deserved reinstatement, that I deserved to be yet again thought of as one of the best. But it slowly began to dawn on me that, as far as RMP went, I was already too late! I would never be able to prove just how truly great I was, because my competition was never going to be as good as I needed it to be. Look at that damn company! In less then one year of existence, it has done more to make a joke of the sport I love then I thought anything ever could! It boasted a "cannibal", it employed a 97 year old "ninja warrior", one of it's toughest competitors is an escaped mental patient!! There were lesbian love affairs, disappearing actors, and, most recently, a piece of shit whose seen "A Knight's Tale" one too many times!! For every Incarnation of Determination, there was a a half-wit bossing around three other half wits! Between the midgets, freaks, and whores, there was no way that company could ever be what I needed it to be! No way that RMP could ever live up to what it claimed it wanted to be! And so, once I realized that my dream of being the most dominant figure in a company that stood for wrestling, honest to goodness wrestling, was dying, I came home! I left, and left that place without the absolute best talent it would ever have a fucking chance to have! But I left madder then before, Jared, because I waisted my fucking time in the god damn backwoods of America trying to prove my legacy for a company that was not shit of what it claimed to be! I came back home, not to give up on wrestling, but to give up on trying to revive a patient that had long since passed. Now I had a new mission! I had to find out who was responsible for killing what should have been my road back to the promised land. I had to track down who was responsible for lying to me, for sending me on a goose chase on my path to prove to the world that James Weck is the Incarnation of Determination! And who is the man to blame?!? The man who set back my quest even further, who did as much damage to it as any one man could?!? Well... I have no choice but to look at the man who was the FACE of RMP, Jared James!!!"
*As the downpour continues, James shows no signs of being warded off by the weather. Rather, he throws his head back to remove the hair from his face and allow us to see how focused, how angry and intense, his eyes are.*
"At the base of it, it's pretty simply Jared! You put your name out there as the man in front of the camera when it came to decision making in RMP, so the buck stops with you! Every crappy decision, every worthless signing or poorly conceived notion, you are the face associated with it!! But there is so, so much more then that! As I look deeper, your fingerprints are all over the cheapening of that company! All I need to do, Jared, is look at "All in the Family". The men who comprised that group were possibly the biggest combined waist of talent ever to step foot in a wrestling ring. And yet, week after week, they were allowed to try and compete in some way! And why is it that these waists were allowed to taint all that I loved?! Because their last name was "James", of course!! You polluted the sport I love with your nepotism!! And what about Lisa Lyon, the genital itch of wrestling who just won't go away! When she first started her petulant little child act, when she tried to form the biggest posse of lesbian hoodlums ever seen, what did you do?! Like an enabling mother and crying child, you gave her attention!! You suspended her, and her exit and quick return gave her more power then she would have ever had in the first place if you had just eliminated her yourself, taken care of business like any true competitor would do! Now, she knows that a little bitching and she'll get her way, and it's all your fault!! And then, we come to the case of Jackhammer. A washed up, worn out, tired out British Bastard who stood as a glowing red beacon of all that was wrong with RMP!! He womanized, drank, smoke, and barely ever gave two shits about being in shape to compete against the best! And yet, he was made out to be the grand champion, and never had to defend his belt against any worthwhile competitors, against someone like myself, who could truly represent the company as the best! He would never be forced to defend that belt against the man who was the Incarnation of Determination! I needed to become his ally, just so that I could get close enough to him where I could one day take all that he thought was his!! You made me team with that scum, Jared, you forced me to, and I hate you for it!!! And why was he thought of as such a top dog, why was I forced to join with him, just to try and get close enough where I could take him down!!! I had to lower myself to that bastard of a man, to that asshole who threatened to ruin what I love, why?!?! Because you empowered him to be bigger then he was, you ran your mouth week after week about how you wanted to take him down, instead of just getting the balls up to do it yourself!! Your mistakes enabled those who had no right being in this business to take control of that company, and that is a crime I cannot let slide!!!"
*James pauses for a second when he sees the camera man wipe the lens of his equipment. At this point, his shirt is clung to him, his jeans turned several shades darker by the rain. The only part of Weck that does not seem affected by the weather is his focus. He suddenly looks up at the heavens as they continue to unleash on him, and lets out a primal scream, before turning his attention back to us.*[/i]
"And at the root of it all, that's what it came down to, isn't it Jared?? It came down to the fact that, even though you wanted to stand in the spotlight, you didn't have the balls to be a competitor anymore! You see, Sean Douglas, he was a man who was truly out for what was best for the sport of wrestling. When he had a problem with Lisa Lyon, or with Lacy Rose, he made them get into the god damn ring and fight! You just wanted to run your damn mouth to make somebody respect you as an authority figure, because you sure as shit knew they wouldn't as a wrestler! At the end of the day, you wanted your face on the camera week after week, without having to do a damn this to earn it! Sean Douglas wanted to stay behind the scenes and let the wrestlers wrestle, but you wanted all the glory that we earned for your company! I was the Incarnation of Determination, and you stole all I worked to build! All the glory I was trying to gain for myself, all the glory I had earned in this sport, you tried to take! And then, even after your left, your taint had already spread, already infected too much of the company, like a poison, to the point where it was out of control! There was no turning back from the mistakes you made! And your mistakes helped to make sure my life stayed ruined, helped to make sure that I could not get out from the hell I was imprisoned in, not while I was there!!! You kept my love, this sport, from truly loving me back, and for that, I could never, ever, forgive you! So I came home, I came home to look for a place where I could dominate the way I knew how, against the people I knew mattered!! So that I could find somewhere you had not infected! And low and behold, I see a new company opening up, right in my backyard. A place for me to shine, a place for me to prove all that I am deserving of! For me to work my way back to wrestling immortality! Frontier Grappling Arts, born out of all that RMP was meant to be! A place which proclaims itself to be about true athletic competition, and has not yet had the chance to be tainted by bastard hands like yours! And as I come closer to signing with this company, I see that the one man I hold responsible for the failures out west is already here, taunting me right under my own fucking nose!!"
*A laugh. A sinister, evil, and demonic laugh that implies James is not as much amused as he is shocked and angered.*[/i]
"I thought about finding somewhere else, Jared, I really did. I thought about the possibility of going somewhere where your stench could never reach me! But then I knew, as long as you were in this sport, I never could!! I knew that the wretched sight of you parading in front of fans and acting like you belonged would forever haunt whatever accomplishments I was able to achieve! And then I thought about the law enforcement here in the United States. When they are seeking justice, as I am, how do they go about it?! Do they try to stop every small time corner peddler one at a time?? No, they cut the head off the operation, they go right to the supplier! And as far as I can see, in my little niche in the wrestling world, you are the Godfather of all the things that weaken my attempts to bring this sport where it needs to be for my redemption!! So here I am Jared, the latest signing of FGA! Here I am ready to show you just what the fuck it is about you that makes my skin crawl! I'll do it in a match, I'll do it without competing in a match, hell, if the powers that be in this company want, I will do it on this lawn in front of the fucking building without a camera on us! All I want is the chance to show you how low my tolerance level is for your flash, your pizazz, your penchant for trying to put on a show instead of wrestling a match! I am here to make you pay for your sins against the wrestling world, pay for letting the Rockies get out of hand, and to stop you from committing any future atrocities! Jared, the bottom line is, the debut episode of Weekly Combat airs one week from tomorrow, Wednesday December 14th. On that day I will be back here at the Inman Sports Club, ready to look you in the eyes. To stand across from you for the first time as active competitor, and active competitor. To tell you that I will have the redemption I have earned, that I have worked so hard for, and I will have it at your expense. And to tell you that the bullshit you pulled in RMP, that bullshit you have stood for your entire waist of a career, will not be allowed to fly here!!! I can't let it, Jared, not if I am going to get back to the pantheon of great in this sport! Not if I am going to reclaim my spot as, maybe, the best ever!"
*Weck begins to walk quickly away from the sign, across the now muddy and torn up grass. He stops and turns at the camera, a look of rage still on his face as we zoom in.*
"Now Jared, I said when I first brought you here today that to predict the future, one must study the past. The past is me losing all I have worked for, and you helping to keep me from getting it back. The present, well that's you and I on a collision course for next Wednesday at this very building. And the future, well, that is me proudly holding the FGA heavyweight championship, ascending to my rightful thrown as the best wrestler in the world today, and you being looked at as the forgotten carcass of a waist of talent. I will see you on Wednesday, Jared, if you've grown a set of balls since the last time I was around you!"
*Weck turns and continues to walk in the pouring rain, until at last he is out of our sight. The camera then flashes to the FGA logo again before going black.*[/i]
"Those of you who don't already know who I am by the sound of my voice will find out soon enough!! For now, let me welcome you to the Inman Sports Club. Sitting in the suburban squalor that is Edison, New Jersey, square in the middle of Middlesex county. Next week, the entire FGA fledgling roster will be here for the company's debut event, the dawning of a new era of professional wrestling along the east coast. Now so far, we've got a few athletes signed up for this company, some who I know first hand can actually bring it in the ring. Men like the Harvard Connection, men who have real wrestling talent and ability to back up their brags. But for me, as this new company begins it's maiden voyage, there is only one man I care about. One man whose success or failure will determine whether this company is everything it can be, or whether it will fall into the same problems which have troubled this sport for far, far too long. If I allow him to flourish, if I allow my target to claim the top spot in FGA that he no doubt believes he is entitled to, then this entire sport will fail. AND I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN!! You see, the key to my wrestling redemption is Frontier Grappling Arts. The key to this sport truly being able to call itself "professional", to be able to hold up to the legacy I NEED IT TO HAVE!, rests in my ability to stop this man.The FGA Heavyweight Championship will rest around my waist, of that I am sure. What that title will mean, though, if that title will get me the accolades I crave, is yet to be determined. My place among the pantheon of greats in this, the oldest sport in the world, will be determined by my ability to thwart this individual. O yes , I am sure this man already know who I am, I am sure that he is already shaking in his boots, regretting the decision to come east and try to revive a career that never should have been! Well it's too fucking late for that now! He is a man who, for years, has purported himself as a true wrestler, as someone who can carry the title of "legend" around. I am here, right now, to tell the entire world that this man is no legend. I am here to tell the entire world that JARED JAMES is the root of all that is wrong with wrestling today!!"
*Finally, our host walks in front of the camera. To those few from the east coast who followed the events of Rocky Mountain Pro, he is no stranger. He stands before the Sport's Club's sign, blue jeans and black boots below the waist. a black t-shirt , tight around the man's muscular biceps and massive shoulders, is all he wears on his torso, even in the early December cold. He stands before the camera, arms crossed, breathing heavy, seemingly awash in rage. The mans eyes get small and focused, as he seems to be measuring each hostile word.*
"Now, I have said time and time again that to predict the future we must study the past. So we are about to go way the fuck back in time to see what the future has in store for FGA. For those of you who don't already know who I am, my name is James Weck, and there was a time not all that long ago where you could not mention wrestling in this part of the country without mentioning my name!! You see, it was less then ten years ago when I enrolled in Bergen Catholic High School, about an hour or so north of here, and began, in earnest, my quest to leave my mark forever on this sport of kings. While there, I won more accolades and medals then you could count, including 2 state championships. I ended high school on a 70 match win streak, against the best competition in the country! As my senior year was winding down, I began to receive offers from every single big time wrestling program in the country. Iowa, Minnesota, all the Big 10 schools. But I knew that I could do even better!! I knew that, in blazing a new path, I could cement my status among the legends, the Mount Rushmore of wrestling! So I stayed home, and attended Rutgers, the State University of New Jersey. The building I wrestled my home matches in was less then ten miles from here."
*Weck stops for a second, and turns his head to the left. He stares into the distance for a few seconds, towards what we can only assume is the Rutgers University campus.*
"Now when I got to the banks of the Raritan River, the program was in it's genesis of becoming what it is. They were nowhere near the top ten team they are today. But that is what made my road so great, that is what would forever establish me as one of the trailblazers in the oldest sport in the world! And, o yes, that quest is where I first proved to be the Incarnation of Determination! I was 28 and 0 my freshman year, and won every tournament, every match, everything I was involved in, all the way until the conference finals! There was not a person alive who could stop me, I hadn't lost a fucking match in three years!!.. Now, for those of you who have seen my brief foray into the professional ranks of this sport so far, you know how that night turned out, you know my own flesh and blood stopped me from reaching my true potential as the greatest ever!! For those of you who haven't, well that's a story for another day. And from that day forward I became an outcast, blackballed from the one thing I knew, the one thing I could do better then anybody else, the one thing I loved!!! Now I have been accused of being too verbose in the past, so I want every single wrestling fan watching this to understand one thing, I want Jared James to understand one thing. I am not rehashing this grievous injustice for the sake of pity, or to hear myself talk! No, I am mearly telling you, Jared, so that I can try yet again to convey to you the passion that I have for this sport! So that I can get it through your thick fucking skull just how much I love this sport. Just how much I needed this sport, and just how hard I fell when I lost it! When I was exiled, I spent 5 years existing, but not living! I spent half a decade dragging myself through the worst hell imaginable!! There's a whole lot of jokes about this state, and let me tell you, I saw New Jersey's version of Skid Row up close. With nothing but a basement full of workout equipment, and a life of glory shattered, I convalesced. Until one day, I stumbled upon a DVD at the local Walmart. Jared James, you will remember this part of the story well, for it was on that two dollar and ninety nine cent DVD that I discovered Connecticut Forum Wrestling!"
*James stops again and stares out into the street. The camera turns with his head, as if they expect to find in the street whatever it is he is looking at. But no, again, James seems to be looking out into the distance. He seems to be looking back through time. Weck's body is shaking now, and as the rain continues to fall harder, we can see his mood growing more aggressive as he takes a step towards the camera.*
"On that DVD, I saw men fighting to be called "champions". I saw men like Terry Marvin....Simon Sensation... Jackhammer... and the "Forum Horsemen", particularly, Jared James. I watched these people, fighting to be the top dog at what was SUPPOSED TO BE the sport I loved, the sport I had given my very life and soul over to, and it dawned on me. Not a damn one of them were shit compared to the talent I had! None of them were capable of causing as much carnage on a grand scale that I could! Every single one of them, well, they relied on flash, on style, to try and make themselves seem something they weren't, to try and make themselves seem talented. And it was that day that I saw this was my chance to shine! That this was one aspect of my sport that USA wrestling, with their lifetime ban, could not control! That I could dominate this company, this sport, and in so doing, I could claim my place among the best, the place I was meant to have! But as plans will be, plans will go awry. Because you see, by the time I was able to track down this two bit operation, it was already closed down, dead, R.I.P. I guess I didn't come in enough time to save the company, but the post-mordem isn't that difficult to figure out! It was all of these "wanna-be's", all of these showmen, who killed the company off! It was because, when it comes to the sport of kings, the oldest sport in the world, you need men who want to compete, not men who want to strut. You need the Incarnation of Determination, not the Essence of Overrated!! But I tracked down the remnant of that company, in a new group, one that had sprung out of the Mountains, called Rocky Mountain Pro. Jared, now this is the part where you became a main player in the story, the part where our villain on my road to redemption is introduced!! You see, I debuted in Rocky Mountain Pro with the intention to lead the newborn company to heights it could never experience! It was my goal to make the company the very best in the NWA, in the wrestling world, and in so doing, prove myself to be a true ground breaker in the wrestling industry. Not because of a flashy coat, or some acrobatic bullshit off the top rope, but because of my talent! My ability in the ring!! But you see, it wouldn't mean a damn thing if I defeated a bunch of nobodies. The outside world would never care if I dominated against the lowest common denominator. I needed to make the company one where wrestling talent was what people cared about, what people saw the company for first and formost so that when I was on top, the world would see I was the best of the best! And damn if I didn't try as hard as one man could to accomplish that goal! I dominated, getting to my record to 7-2 before claiming the Centennial States Heritage Title, less then three months into my professional career! I was the person defeated just once in the ring until my final match with the company, when I had no desire to compete anymore. Hell, if you want to count that match, when I admit I had already made up my mind to leave, I went over 4 years of wrestling competition only being pinned one time! And I NEVER, NEVER, lost that Centennial Title in the ring, they had to get a court order to get me to to mail it back to them!!"
*At this point, Weck's hair has fallen to a matted mess in front of his face. He half attempts to push it out of his eyes, but only makes it worse, adding an eerie visual of only his eyes poking out from the curls. As the rain continues to worsen, we can hear the cameraman placing a plastic, protective covering over the camera.*
"So I'm sure the question on everyone's mind, the only thing that doesn't make sense is, "Why leave?" If I was getting that close to accomplishing my goals, to getting my name back, then what happened? Where did it all go wrong?!? Well you see, despite all my victories, all my accolades, I began to realize I was never going to get myself truly right in the eyes of the people who truly knew this sport! Not while I was there, in RMP! I had meetings scheduled, and postponed, and canceled, and rescheduled, and repostponed, with Rich Santoli, the head USA Wrestling, on an almost weekly basis. I lobbied my case, I proved my merits, and I did whatever I could to prove that I deserved reinstatement, that I deserved to be yet again thought of as one of the best. But it slowly began to dawn on me that, as far as RMP went, I was already too late! I would never be able to prove just how truly great I was, because my competition was never going to be as good as I needed it to be. Look at that damn company! In less then one year of existence, it has done more to make a joke of the sport I love then I thought anything ever could! It boasted a "cannibal", it employed a 97 year old "ninja warrior", one of it's toughest competitors is an escaped mental patient!! There were lesbian love affairs, disappearing actors, and, most recently, a piece of shit whose seen "A Knight's Tale" one too many times!! For every Incarnation of Determination, there was a a half-wit bossing around three other half wits! Between the midgets, freaks, and whores, there was no way that company could ever be what I needed it to be! No way that RMP could ever live up to what it claimed it wanted to be! And so, once I realized that my dream of being the most dominant figure in a company that stood for wrestling, honest to goodness wrestling, was dying, I came home! I left, and left that place without the absolute best talent it would ever have a fucking chance to have! But I left madder then before, Jared, because I waisted my fucking time in the god damn backwoods of America trying to prove my legacy for a company that was not shit of what it claimed to be! I came back home, not to give up on wrestling, but to give up on trying to revive a patient that had long since passed. Now I had a new mission! I had to find out who was responsible for killing what should have been my road back to the promised land. I had to track down who was responsible for lying to me, for sending me on a goose chase on my path to prove to the world that James Weck is the Incarnation of Determination! And who is the man to blame?!? The man who set back my quest even further, who did as much damage to it as any one man could?!? Well... I have no choice but to look at the man who was the FACE of RMP, Jared James!!!"
*As the downpour continues, James shows no signs of being warded off by the weather. Rather, he throws his head back to remove the hair from his face and allow us to see how focused, how angry and intense, his eyes are.*
"At the base of it, it's pretty simply Jared! You put your name out there as the man in front of the camera when it came to decision making in RMP, so the buck stops with you! Every crappy decision, every worthless signing or poorly conceived notion, you are the face associated with it!! But there is so, so much more then that! As I look deeper, your fingerprints are all over the cheapening of that company! All I need to do, Jared, is look at "All in the Family". The men who comprised that group were possibly the biggest combined waist of talent ever to step foot in a wrestling ring. And yet, week after week, they were allowed to try and compete in some way! And why is it that these waists were allowed to taint all that I loved?! Because their last name was "James", of course!! You polluted the sport I love with your nepotism!! And what about Lisa Lyon, the genital itch of wrestling who just won't go away! When she first started her petulant little child act, when she tried to form the biggest posse of lesbian hoodlums ever seen, what did you do?! Like an enabling mother and crying child, you gave her attention!! You suspended her, and her exit and quick return gave her more power then she would have ever had in the first place if you had just eliminated her yourself, taken care of business like any true competitor would do! Now, she knows that a little bitching and she'll get her way, and it's all your fault!! And then, we come to the case of Jackhammer. A washed up, worn out, tired out British Bastard who stood as a glowing red beacon of all that was wrong with RMP!! He womanized, drank, smoke, and barely ever gave two shits about being in shape to compete against the best! And yet, he was made out to be the grand champion, and never had to defend his belt against any worthwhile competitors, against someone like myself, who could truly represent the company as the best! He would never be forced to defend that belt against the man who was the Incarnation of Determination! I needed to become his ally, just so that I could get close enough to him where I could one day take all that he thought was his!! You made me team with that scum, Jared, you forced me to, and I hate you for it!!! And why was he thought of as such a top dog, why was I forced to join with him, just to try and get close enough where I could take him down!!! I had to lower myself to that bastard of a man, to that asshole who threatened to ruin what I love, why?!?! Because you empowered him to be bigger then he was, you ran your mouth week after week about how you wanted to take him down, instead of just getting the balls up to do it yourself!! Your mistakes enabled those who had no right being in this business to take control of that company, and that is a crime I cannot let slide!!!"
*James pauses for a second when he sees the camera man wipe the lens of his equipment. At this point, his shirt is clung to him, his jeans turned several shades darker by the rain. The only part of Weck that does not seem affected by the weather is his focus. He suddenly looks up at the heavens as they continue to unleash on him, and lets out a primal scream, before turning his attention back to us.*[/i]
"And at the root of it all, that's what it came down to, isn't it Jared?? It came down to the fact that, even though you wanted to stand in the spotlight, you didn't have the balls to be a competitor anymore! You see, Sean Douglas, he was a man who was truly out for what was best for the sport of wrestling. When he had a problem with Lisa Lyon, or with Lacy Rose, he made them get into the god damn ring and fight! You just wanted to run your damn mouth to make somebody respect you as an authority figure, because you sure as shit knew they wouldn't as a wrestler! At the end of the day, you wanted your face on the camera week after week, without having to do a damn this to earn it! Sean Douglas wanted to stay behind the scenes and let the wrestlers wrestle, but you wanted all the glory that we earned for your company! I was the Incarnation of Determination, and you stole all I worked to build! All the glory I was trying to gain for myself, all the glory I had earned in this sport, you tried to take! And then, even after your left, your taint had already spread, already infected too much of the company, like a poison, to the point where it was out of control! There was no turning back from the mistakes you made! And your mistakes helped to make sure my life stayed ruined, helped to make sure that I could not get out from the hell I was imprisoned in, not while I was there!!! You kept my love, this sport, from truly loving me back, and for that, I could never, ever, forgive you! So I came home, I came home to look for a place where I could dominate the way I knew how, against the people I knew mattered!! So that I could find somewhere you had not infected! And low and behold, I see a new company opening up, right in my backyard. A place for me to shine, a place for me to prove all that I am deserving of! For me to work my way back to wrestling immortality! Frontier Grappling Arts, born out of all that RMP was meant to be! A place which proclaims itself to be about true athletic competition, and has not yet had the chance to be tainted by bastard hands like yours! And as I come closer to signing with this company, I see that the one man I hold responsible for the failures out west is already here, taunting me right under my own fucking nose!!"
*A laugh. A sinister, evil, and demonic laugh that implies James is not as much amused as he is shocked and angered.*[/i]
"I thought about finding somewhere else, Jared, I really did. I thought about the possibility of going somewhere where your stench could never reach me! But then I knew, as long as you were in this sport, I never could!! I knew that the wretched sight of you parading in front of fans and acting like you belonged would forever haunt whatever accomplishments I was able to achieve! And then I thought about the law enforcement here in the United States. When they are seeking justice, as I am, how do they go about it?! Do they try to stop every small time corner peddler one at a time?? No, they cut the head off the operation, they go right to the supplier! And as far as I can see, in my little niche in the wrestling world, you are the Godfather of all the things that weaken my attempts to bring this sport where it needs to be for my redemption!! So here I am Jared, the latest signing of FGA! Here I am ready to show you just what the fuck it is about you that makes my skin crawl! I'll do it in a match, I'll do it without competing in a match, hell, if the powers that be in this company want, I will do it on this lawn in front of the fucking building without a camera on us! All I want is the chance to show you how low my tolerance level is for your flash, your pizazz, your penchant for trying to put on a show instead of wrestling a match! I am here to make you pay for your sins against the wrestling world, pay for letting the Rockies get out of hand, and to stop you from committing any future atrocities! Jared, the bottom line is, the debut episode of Weekly Combat airs one week from tomorrow, Wednesday December 14th. On that day I will be back here at the Inman Sports Club, ready to look you in the eyes. To stand across from you for the first time as active competitor, and active competitor. To tell you that I will have the redemption I have earned, that I have worked so hard for, and I will have it at your expense. And to tell you that the bullshit you pulled in RMP, that bullshit you have stood for your entire waist of a career, will not be allowed to fly here!!! I can't let it, Jared, not if I am going to get back to the pantheon of great in this sport! Not if I am going to reclaim my spot as, maybe, the best ever!"
*Weck begins to walk quickly away from the sign, across the now muddy and torn up grass. He stops and turns at the camera, a look of rage still on his face as we zoom in.*
"Now Jared, I said when I first brought you here today that to predict the future, one must study the past. The past is me losing all I have worked for, and you helping to keep me from getting it back. The present, well that's you and I on a collision course for next Wednesday at this very building. And the future, well, that is me proudly holding the FGA heavyweight championship, ascending to my rightful thrown as the best wrestler in the world today, and you being looked at as the forgotten carcass of a waist of talent. I will see you on Wednesday, Jared, if you've grown a set of balls since the last time I was around you!"
*Weck turns and continues to walk in the pouring rain, until at last he is out of our sight. The camera then flashes to the FGA logo again before going black.*[/i]