Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Nov 21, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -6
Chad Lights has the mic this time, as he stands next to the North Star, Andrew Jacobsen. Jacobsen’s looking noticeably more tense than usual, his demeanor a bit more menacing.
”Andrew, you requested this interview segment because you said you had some grievances to air. Care to elaborate?”
Chad points the microphone in Andrew’s direction, and he nods, eyes hard.
”That’s right, Chad. I have some grievances that I want to get out there. First…who books the matches here? Let me run down my issues with the bookers. First, there’s Blackheart. He’s got a losing record, I’ve beaten that overgrown caveman twice in a row, and what happens? He gets a spot on the pay-per-view, in a number-one contender’s match. Second, Atreyu. He’s had two matches in this company. He won a singular triple threat, and forfeited another because of his conceit. What happens? He gets a title shot. Third. Bad Luck Chuck. He’s won exactly one match in his time here, and he ALSO is in the number-one contender’s match.”
Andrew’s face twitches a bit, his voice rising.
”And me? Undefeated in singles competition, two wins over one of the men on the card, a better record than three-fourths of the number-one contender’s match AND the challenger in the Xtreme Title match, and what? I get stuck on Wired, wrestling a ***damn clown!”
Chad backs away, not used to such behavior from the normally friendly Jacobsen.
”You have to remember, though, you’re not the one who makes the decisions, Leonard Fox i—“
Andrew barks at Chad, cutting him off.
”At the moment, I could care less who made the decisions! All that I know is that I’m being screwed out of my opportunity to be on the damn card despite being more qualified than four men who are ON it! I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore! Happy, you had better be careful. Because when I get mad, sometimes I lose control. And when I lose control, accidents can happen.”
He pauses, taking a deep breath.
”Happy…all I’m saying is, be warned. And be careful. You bring your best. I’ll bring mine. And may the best win.”
Andrew walks off, muttering angrily. Chad blinks at the display of temper before straightening his suit and clearing his throat.
”Andrew Jacobsen, ladies and gentlemen…”
Chad walks off, signaling for the cameraman to stop recording.
”Andrew, you requested this interview segment because you said you had some grievances to air. Care to elaborate?”
Chad points the microphone in Andrew’s direction, and he nods, eyes hard.
”That’s right, Chad. I have some grievances that I want to get out there. First…who books the matches here? Let me run down my issues with the bookers. First, there’s Blackheart. He’s got a losing record, I’ve beaten that overgrown caveman twice in a row, and what happens? He gets a spot on the pay-per-view, in a number-one contender’s match. Second, Atreyu. He’s had two matches in this company. He won a singular triple threat, and forfeited another because of his conceit. What happens? He gets a title shot. Third. Bad Luck Chuck. He’s won exactly one match in his time here, and he ALSO is in the number-one contender’s match.”
Andrew’s face twitches a bit, his voice rising.
”And me? Undefeated in singles competition, two wins over one of the men on the card, a better record than three-fourths of the number-one contender’s match AND the challenger in the Xtreme Title match, and what? I get stuck on Wired, wrestling a ***damn clown!”
Chad backs away, not used to such behavior from the normally friendly Jacobsen.
”You have to remember, though, you’re not the one who makes the decisions, Leonard Fox i—“
Andrew barks at Chad, cutting him off.
”At the moment, I could care less who made the decisions! All that I know is that I’m being screwed out of my opportunity to be on the damn card despite being more qualified than four men who are ON it! I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore! Happy, you had better be careful. Because when I get mad, sometimes I lose control. And when I lose control, accidents can happen.”
He pauses, taking a deep breath.
”Happy…all I’m saying is, be warned. And be careful. You bring your best. I’ll bring mine. And may the best win.”
Andrew walks off, muttering angrily. Chad blinks at the display of temper before straightening his suit and clearing his throat.
”Andrew Jacobsen, ladies and gentlemen…”
Chad walks off, signaling for the cameraman to stop recording.
