Post by A.C. Douglas on Apr 20, 2013 22:57:03 GMT -6
Okay, so I'm man enough to admit when I come up short. But that's okay. Alex Jones can thank me personally for making this at least watchable and at least making mean something. It's not like Alex is going to do anything with this win anyway, but still, I GAVE him an accomplishment he will not shut up about, just like anything he's ever done. You beat this guy, you beat that guy, blah blah blah. It was the most disappointed I've ever been in a main event, but I can move on to bigger and better things. I may not have won the Coliseum, but I damn sure am going to win this silly little tournament to gain some special match at A Night to Remember. Unlike Alex Jones, who will lose and blame it on a member of the Knite Family again.
Also, I've come to the realization that Todd and I will never gain our rightful shot at the tag titles because old has-beens continue to wash up and try to take the gold. Or any mis-mash of people forming hodge-podge tag teams. It seems that no matter how dominant Todd and I were, we can never get our just dues. It's just more evidence of people trying to hold us back and keep us down. But that's not news anymore. Todd and I could defeat Team America, but instead NCW has chosen to let the old man and goofball of the hook and save them from the beating they would have surely received at our hands. There is no justice. She's not blind, she's apparently cross-eyed, deaf, and stupid because we haven't gotten what we deserve. None the less, our dominance would have surely earned us the Tag Team of the year.
But I digress, because I have to focus on Andrew Jacobsen. The least deserved champion in this company's six year history. The man who once went by the nickname "love machine" The man who once called another grown man "daddy" in front of the world on pay-per-view. Color me scared Andrew. A man who has lucked his way to more victories than I care to count is now going to tell me how great he is. The man who put a large black mark on the NCW world title, and not in a good way mind you, has the gual to ask me who I am. Since he is so great, can anyone tell me what he was doing last Sunday? I can surely tell you what he wasn't doing. That would be main eventing a pay-per-view, being entered into the Coliseum for a shot at the world title. Oh, Andrew's already been World champion? Really? Does anyone remember that? Oh yes, he was the stepping stone used by Roberto Verona all those months ago. Yawn. And anything relevant since then? Oh, no? Can't say as I'm surprised.
Here's the thing Andrew, you had your moment in the sun. Your 15 seconds of fame last 14 seconds too long. You, the boy scout, the man who always does the right thing, finally climbed the mountain and reached the top. That's admirable Andrew. You earned your prize. But let's face the facts here, even faster than you won it, you lost it. And by a considerable amount too. I mean, no one lost that title, as brutally as you did. So there's another thing you can hang your hat on. But more important that is the fact that you scarred NCW so heavily that they made it a point not to let you even try ever again. That, my good sir, is quite a feat.
But that brings up an important point I need to make. See, for all your hard work, all your success, all your effort, here you are, a proverbial hamster on the wheel, running in circles trying to get back in contention for anything. You have to earn your spot all over again, because well, you've gone next to nowhere. You have never moved on from the man you were. Your evolution stopped, and because of fluke world title victory, you think that you are really better than you are. I'm sorry to inform you Mr. Jacobsen, but you aren't very good, regardless of title wins. Everyone gets one, they say. And you got to the top of the world, but when it all came crashing down, the world didn't stop, it kept moving. Something you haven't done in years, Andrew. It's becoming almost a running gag. A bad joke that everyone has long since stopped even finding remotely funny. They pity you Andrew. I do as well.
I pity you for other reasons though. Not because you haven't made any progress, it's because you THINK you actually did. I mean, you really believe that that World title win was justification for you finally getting over a hump. That you've taken this giant step. Sadly, this is the real world Andrew, and you are not going anywhere, anytime soon. You haven't gotten over any humps, in fact, you've simply become a bump in the road for other men like myself to jump over on our way to super-stardom. In this world, Andrew, the good guys don't always win, the boy scout isn't always in the right, and you are just another name on the roster who lucked his way to a respectable amount of title wins. Even a blind squirrel will find an acorn Andrew. It seems that you have a habit of doing that every now and again.
People have off nights, much like I did Sunday. I mean, I was simply feeling generous and Alex Jones now can call himself the gladiator. You on the other hand, have had more "off" nights than anyone cares to remember. You are a poor excuse for a wrestler, a poor excuse for a champion, a poor excuse for a MAN. A man who continues to live in a fantasy world where he's actually a shot in hell of winning this match. It's not going to be real Andrew. The facts are that you do not match up with me on any sort of competitive level. Any measureable statistic between us comes out heavily in my favor, aside from fluke victories and public humiliations. You will not embarrass me Andrew. You're going to get beaten by me, with relative ease, I might add, and I will move on in this tournament. It's the simple reality of the situation. I'm bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, obviously better looking, a better wrestler, the list goes on and on.
You can call it cocky, or arrogant if you want, But it's the facts, it's the truth. You have been nothing but the luckiest wrestler to come down the pike in a long time. You seem to stumble into success at every turn, despite deserving none of it. That will not happen on my watch Andrew. You are not going to surprise me like you did anyone else. I know what to expect, I know your limitations, your strengths and weaknesses. And I have so many weaknesses to exploit, that I was half tempted to let you off the hook. But then I figured, no. I can't do that. I can't let this deranged man with delusions of grandure just walk around without giving him a dose of reality. Though I fear it won't do any good.
I did do a lot for Joe Everyman, At least he started to come to his sense, and he almost won the big one. You...I don't think it'll have the same effect. No matter how many times people have beaten you, put you down, and made you look like a fool, you do not learn that you have limitations. I'm going to try to do what others could not do, show you just how out of your league you are. You will be just another world champion to fall at my hands. Another notch on my belt. Because as the single hottest thing this company has, I can't lose to fluke like you. The boy scout, as you are called, will find out that if you play with fire, you get burned. And I'm about to light the ring on FIRE this week, at your expense.
This would all be funny, if it wasn't so sad. I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. This is for your own good.
Melody was there to console me after Sunday's loss. It's not something I'm used to, but it was a learning expierience. Something I plan to use for the future.
But I can't help but wonder if NCW wants to keep me happy. If this is some kind of consolation prize for all my hard work, and making that Coliseum three times better by my mere presence? Then I'll be happy, once I win this tournament.
I asked Melody if Andrew even had a match on the pay-per-view. She made me smile by simply saying "Who?" Exactly what I needed to here.
Also, I've come to the realization that Todd and I will never gain our rightful shot at the tag titles because old has-beens continue to wash up and try to take the gold. Or any mis-mash of people forming hodge-podge tag teams. It seems that no matter how dominant Todd and I were, we can never get our just dues. It's just more evidence of people trying to hold us back and keep us down. But that's not news anymore. Todd and I could defeat Team America, but instead NCW has chosen to let the old man and goofball of the hook and save them from the beating they would have surely received at our hands. There is no justice. She's not blind, she's apparently cross-eyed, deaf, and stupid because we haven't gotten what we deserve. None the less, our dominance would have surely earned us the Tag Team of the year.
But I digress, because I have to focus on Andrew Jacobsen. The least deserved champion in this company's six year history. The man who once went by the nickname "love machine" The man who once called another grown man "daddy" in front of the world on pay-per-view. Color me scared Andrew. A man who has lucked his way to more victories than I care to count is now going to tell me how great he is. The man who put a large black mark on the NCW world title, and not in a good way mind you, has the gual to ask me who I am. Since he is so great, can anyone tell me what he was doing last Sunday? I can surely tell you what he wasn't doing. That would be main eventing a pay-per-view, being entered into the Coliseum for a shot at the world title. Oh, Andrew's already been World champion? Really? Does anyone remember that? Oh yes, he was the stepping stone used by Roberto Verona all those months ago. Yawn. And anything relevant since then? Oh, no? Can't say as I'm surprised.
Here's the thing Andrew, you had your moment in the sun. Your 15 seconds of fame last 14 seconds too long. You, the boy scout, the man who always does the right thing, finally climbed the mountain and reached the top. That's admirable Andrew. You earned your prize. But let's face the facts here, even faster than you won it, you lost it. And by a considerable amount too. I mean, no one lost that title, as brutally as you did. So there's another thing you can hang your hat on. But more important that is the fact that you scarred NCW so heavily that they made it a point not to let you even try ever again. That, my good sir, is quite a feat.
But that brings up an important point I need to make. See, for all your hard work, all your success, all your effort, here you are, a proverbial hamster on the wheel, running in circles trying to get back in contention for anything. You have to earn your spot all over again, because well, you've gone next to nowhere. You have never moved on from the man you were. Your evolution stopped, and because of fluke world title victory, you think that you are really better than you are. I'm sorry to inform you Mr. Jacobsen, but you aren't very good, regardless of title wins. Everyone gets one, they say. And you got to the top of the world, but when it all came crashing down, the world didn't stop, it kept moving. Something you haven't done in years, Andrew. It's becoming almost a running gag. A bad joke that everyone has long since stopped even finding remotely funny. They pity you Andrew. I do as well.
I pity you for other reasons though. Not because you haven't made any progress, it's because you THINK you actually did. I mean, you really believe that that World title win was justification for you finally getting over a hump. That you've taken this giant step. Sadly, this is the real world Andrew, and you are not going anywhere, anytime soon. You haven't gotten over any humps, in fact, you've simply become a bump in the road for other men like myself to jump over on our way to super-stardom. In this world, Andrew, the good guys don't always win, the boy scout isn't always in the right, and you are just another name on the roster who lucked his way to a respectable amount of title wins. Even a blind squirrel will find an acorn Andrew. It seems that you have a habit of doing that every now and again.
People have off nights, much like I did Sunday. I mean, I was simply feeling generous and Alex Jones now can call himself the gladiator. You on the other hand, have had more "off" nights than anyone cares to remember. You are a poor excuse for a wrestler, a poor excuse for a champion, a poor excuse for a MAN. A man who continues to live in a fantasy world where he's actually a shot in hell of winning this match. It's not going to be real Andrew. The facts are that you do not match up with me on any sort of competitive level. Any measureable statistic between us comes out heavily in my favor, aside from fluke victories and public humiliations. You will not embarrass me Andrew. You're going to get beaten by me, with relative ease, I might add, and I will move on in this tournament. It's the simple reality of the situation. I'm bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, obviously better looking, a better wrestler, the list goes on and on.
You can call it cocky, or arrogant if you want, But it's the facts, it's the truth. You have been nothing but the luckiest wrestler to come down the pike in a long time. You seem to stumble into success at every turn, despite deserving none of it. That will not happen on my watch Andrew. You are not going to surprise me like you did anyone else. I know what to expect, I know your limitations, your strengths and weaknesses. And I have so many weaknesses to exploit, that I was half tempted to let you off the hook. But then I figured, no. I can't do that. I can't let this deranged man with delusions of grandure just walk around without giving him a dose of reality. Though I fear it won't do any good.
I did do a lot for Joe Everyman, At least he started to come to his sense, and he almost won the big one. You...I don't think it'll have the same effect. No matter how many times people have beaten you, put you down, and made you look like a fool, you do not learn that you have limitations. I'm going to try to do what others could not do, show you just how out of your league you are. You will be just another world champion to fall at my hands. Another notch on my belt. Because as the single hottest thing this company has, I can't lose to fluke like you. The boy scout, as you are called, will find out that if you play with fire, you get burned. And I'm about to light the ring on FIRE this week, at your expense.
This would all be funny, if it wasn't so sad. I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. This is for your own good.
Melody was there to console me after Sunday's loss. It's not something I'm used to, but it was a learning expierience. Something I plan to use for the future.
But I can't help but wonder if NCW wants to keep me happy. If this is some kind of consolation prize for all my hard work, and making that Coliseum three times better by my mere presence? Then I'll be happy, once I win this tournament.
I asked Melody if Andrew even had a match on the pay-per-view. She made me smile by simply saying "Who?" Exactly what I needed to here.