Statement
Feb 7, 2012 16:15:19 GMT -5
Post by Adam James on Feb 7, 2012 16:15:19 GMT -5
Tuesday the 6th of February, 2012
3:44 AM EST
We slowly open up to the Amtrak Station located in Durham, New Hampshire. Jared James is sitting atop of a park bench, looking out onto the tracks with a blank look on his eyes.
Jared James
“I really thought that the title was mine… that destiny would ultimately lead me to victory in that eight man tournament. That I, Jared freakin’ James, would ultimately walk out of 2012: A New Odyssey with the FGA Heavyweight Championship held high above my head, as all of those who witnessed the event came to the realization that every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears that I put forth over the past four, now nearly five, years finally turned into something productive. A validation of my career if you will, the one accomplishment I could hang my hat on as people reflected on what I had done in this industry.
But alas… something went wrong. Yet where? I had prepared thoroughly, making sure I covered each and every detail meticulously. Yet I still managed to fall short, still managed to falter against the man who has turned that championship into a laughingstock… and yes folks, I say that phrase with as much resentment as a human being could. You see, Michael Tomkins has soiled this championship… along with this entire company. As long as he carries that championship belt around his waist, people will need to look at the events of that night and shake their heads in shame, becoming aware of how he swindled his way to the top.
Then again, isn’t Tomkins a man of integrity?”
Jared James scoffs at the idea.
“He would like you to think that folks, he really would. He would just love for each and every one of you to absorb all of that nonsense about he is just a good, innocent, little rookie who got lucky. Well Michael, you are far from innocent… and you certainly did not get lucky. Oh no Tomkins, your little mentor helped you steal that championship away from men who truly deserved it. And now the arrogance you possess, well it is just an insult to all of the fans. Yet I knew this would happen, that you of all people would turn immediately when hit with such tremendous responsibility. So you want to know something Michael? This match against The Harvard Connection… well I think it is a complete and utter joke Michael. The fact that these clowns have never defeated me once, and yet I constantly have to be forced in front of them just so they can get another chance… it is a complete sham. So you want to know something, Michael Tomkins, you and the rest of FRONTIER can go screw yourself… I am done my friends, done with putting forth a tremendous amount of effort only to get sidestepped by some no talent fool who thinks they are top billing because their buddy helped carry them to the finish line. This is precisely the sort of shit I did not expect, or desire, to have here in FRONTER Grappling Arts… and I hope, for the sake of this company, that Michael Tomkins’s reign as FGA Heavyweight Champion is a brief one.”
On that quick note, the screen fades away to black.
3:44 AM EST
We slowly open up to the Amtrak Station located in Durham, New Hampshire. Jared James is sitting atop of a park bench, looking out onto the tracks with a blank look on his eyes.
Jared James
“I really thought that the title was mine… that destiny would ultimately lead me to victory in that eight man tournament. That I, Jared freakin’ James, would ultimately walk out of 2012: A New Odyssey with the FGA Heavyweight Championship held high above my head, as all of those who witnessed the event came to the realization that every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears that I put forth over the past four, now nearly five, years finally turned into something productive. A validation of my career if you will, the one accomplishment I could hang my hat on as people reflected on what I had done in this industry.
But alas… something went wrong. Yet where? I had prepared thoroughly, making sure I covered each and every detail meticulously. Yet I still managed to fall short, still managed to falter against the man who has turned that championship into a laughingstock… and yes folks, I say that phrase with as much resentment as a human being could. You see, Michael Tomkins has soiled this championship… along with this entire company. As long as he carries that championship belt around his waist, people will need to look at the events of that night and shake their heads in shame, becoming aware of how he swindled his way to the top.
Then again, isn’t Tomkins a man of integrity?”
Jared James scoffs at the idea.
“He would like you to think that folks, he really would. He would just love for each and every one of you to absorb all of that nonsense about he is just a good, innocent, little rookie who got lucky. Well Michael, you are far from innocent… and you certainly did not get lucky. Oh no Tomkins, your little mentor helped you steal that championship away from men who truly deserved it. And now the arrogance you possess, well it is just an insult to all of the fans. Yet I knew this would happen, that you of all people would turn immediately when hit with such tremendous responsibility. So you want to know something Michael? This match against The Harvard Connection… well I think it is a complete and utter joke Michael. The fact that these clowns have never defeated me once, and yet I constantly have to be forced in front of them just so they can get another chance… it is a complete sham. So you want to know something, Michael Tomkins, you and the rest of FRONTIER can go screw yourself… I am done my friends, done with putting forth a tremendous amount of effort only to get sidestepped by some no talent fool who thinks they are top billing because their buddy helped carry them to the finish line. This is precisely the sort of shit I did not expect, or desire, to have here in FRONTER Grappling Arts… and I hope, for the sake of this company, that Michael Tomkins’s reign as FGA Heavyweight Champion is a brief one.”
On that quick note, the screen fades away to black.