Post by Jimmy Zane on Feb 24, 2010 15:22:53 GMT -6
[As I sit here thinking of the possibilities of this pay per view match, my mind races with anticipation of what could be. Two of the greatest superstars in all of nCw going head to head with only one thing on their mind. WINNING. No titles on the line, no contendership on the line. Just mano-a-mano one more time. In the past, Falcon has bested Jimmy Zane on several occasions, but alas, this time should be different. The fire, the passion, all of it surpasses the inner turmoil he once felt. It extenguishes the emotional fire that was running wild through his mind and distracting him to no limits. But now, he knows what he must do. After back to back losses, Jimmy Zane knows in his heart that he has to rise to the occasion this week. He knows in the deepest recesses of his mind that this match is a catalyst to the Colosseum match next month. Winning that match comes with the incredible opportunity on nCw's grandest stage, to face off with the nCw World Champion. That's the opportunity that awaits Jimmy Zane. That is the opportunity he must grab with both hands, and never let go of. But first, there is work to do before we can get to where we want to go. Former nCw World Champion Falcon stands in the middle of the road......Time to break down the road block.]
(The scene fades with Jimmy Zane sitting in his living room, watching the clock, waiting for the time to pass until he meets with his mother. Recent findings in his life have him in an unparalleled confusion. But things could be worse, right? He could be facing his toughest opponent in this biggest match of his career this week too. OH WAIT.... HE IS! He sits looking out the window with doubt in his mind, and fear in his heart. Knowing that this could very well be the match that could vault him into his first ever Colosseum match. As the camera draws so close to his face, that you can see the uncertainty in his eyes, he begins to speak.)
The minutes pass by like hours, and the hours like days. With all the things I have going on in my life, and the pressure that resides squarely on my shoulders, I just don't know if I have what it takes anymore. I sit here, trying to think of something clever or witty to say, but in all honesty, the fact that I am facing another former World Champion adds a whole different aspect to the match. The fact that it is also a Falls Count Anywhere match adds even more weight. That in itself is enough to crush the hopes of most men. But then you add the final factor. My opponent. A man who has been to the top of the mountain, and barely a month ago lost the World Title to Angel. A man who I have NEVER beaten one on one in my entire career. A man so intense, and so focused, that just his name next to theirs on the show is enough to make most men leave the building in fear of what might happen.
MOST MEN!
You see, Falcon, I have faltered the last two weeks. I have fallen in tag match after tag match, but let's be honest. Tag matches aren't really my thing. I have never been one to team up with anyone. I have never been one to rely on someone else to get the job done. I rely on one person and one person only.
ME. MYSELF. AND I!
I have worried myself sick over this match for half a week now, and for what? To give you an edge in the match? To psych myself out of my own match? It's stupid and childish, and I am through with those things. I am through with trying to impress everyone every single week. I am just going to go out there, and do what I do best. And that is, very simply....
WRESTLE MY ASS OFF!
Some guys, myself included, have gone through gimmick after gimmick, trying to find the one thing that stands out. Trying to find the one thing that makes them unique. The truly sad part is, none of them made me unique. None of them made me stand out. Not in a positive way anyway. The one thing I have always done as good, if not better, than most of the people in this company, is flat out wrestle. Between those ropes I am as good as you, Adam Knite, Gib, Angel, or anyone else you want to throw in there. Sure, I lost to Gib last month. It was a hell of a setback for me. But it isn't the end of the line. You see, when the time comes that I am stepping through those ropes, and it's for the nCw World Championship. You can bet that I will bring everything I have in preparation to win that match. To win that title.
I WILL BE THE WORLD CHAMPION!
I won't lie and try to say that this match doesn't scare me because it does. You are the toughest opponent I have ever faced, and that includes Gib. You are smart, cunning, fluid, intentional, and one of the most cerebral performers I have ever seen. That scares the **** out of me, man. Because deep down inside, even though I know I am destined to be something more than what I am right now. Even though I have enough confidence for any five wrestlers on the roster. I just don't think I have it in me to beat you. Lucky for me, I will have a few object of destruction at my fingertips, as will you. You see.....
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!
It could be in the locker room. In the bathroom. In Gib's bedroom! Hell, it don't matter. (Jimmy Snickers) Yeah, I went there! (gets serious) It could be in the snack bar, the lobby, or maybe, just maybe, we might end up in the ring. You might be me, and then again maybe not. But there is one thing you need to know before you walk down that isle. I want to tell you honestly, completely, and without reservation, that I am looking forward to this war more than any other match in my career.
I WILL NOT QUIT!
To beat me, you are going to have to beat me within an inch of my life, or maybe farther. I will not give into you easily, Falcon. I will not let my dream die with you. I will not let you crush everything I have worked so hard for. I just won't. There were times before that I would have quit. That I would have just laid down and gave in. But this isn't those times. This is a new day, and a new era of Jimmy Zane. This is the beginning of letting my actions speak for me. This is....
AMERICAN IDOL...
Wait, that's not right. Sorry about that, had a flashback from last night.... What I meant to say was... This is...
A BRAND NEW DAY!
You have been a thorn in my side for far too long, Falcon, but it comes to an end this Sunday. It comes to an end with an exclamation point. I know that this will be the toughest match of my career, hands down. I know that this will be a battle for the ages. But when it's all said and done, I can finally add you to my list. The list of people I have left in heap. The list of people I have defeated and left crying in a pool of their own blood, sweat, and tears. The list of people who know without a shadow of a doubt that I am...
A 2ND GENERATION SUPERSTAR...
A 5 STAR ATHLETE...
AND SOMEONE WHO IS 10 TIMES BETTER THAN YOU!
(Jimmy gets up and grabs his coat. He takes a quick look at the clock then heads out the door as the scene fades out.)
(The scene fades in as he is pulling up the long driveway of his mother's home. He doesn't see her car, but pulls into the driveway. He parks his car and turns off the ignition. He sits there in silence then picks up his cell and dials his mother's cell. It rings a few times, then goes to voicemail.)
Mom, I am sitting at your house waiting on you. We need to talk, this is important. I know you know what I am going to talk to you about, and I need to resolve this before I had out of town for this weekend's show. Call me back.
(Jimmy hangs up and sits there a little longer. He decides to stay and gets out of his car. He walks in the back door and into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and is leaning down, looking for something to eat. He grabs a few things and just as he is about to stand up, he hears someone in the room.)
Man - Marie, is that you?
(Jimmy stands up and turns around. He drops a jar of mayonnaise on the floor as the scene suddenly fades to black.)
(The scene fades with Jimmy Zane sitting in his living room, watching the clock, waiting for the time to pass until he meets with his mother. Recent findings in his life have him in an unparalleled confusion. But things could be worse, right? He could be facing his toughest opponent in this biggest match of his career this week too. OH WAIT.... HE IS! He sits looking out the window with doubt in his mind, and fear in his heart. Knowing that this could very well be the match that could vault him into his first ever Colosseum match. As the camera draws so close to his face, that you can see the uncertainty in his eyes, he begins to speak.)
The minutes pass by like hours, and the hours like days. With all the things I have going on in my life, and the pressure that resides squarely on my shoulders, I just don't know if I have what it takes anymore. I sit here, trying to think of something clever or witty to say, but in all honesty, the fact that I am facing another former World Champion adds a whole different aspect to the match. The fact that it is also a Falls Count Anywhere match adds even more weight. That in itself is enough to crush the hopes of most men. But then you add the final factor. My opponent. A man who has been to the top of the mountain, and barely a month ago lost the World Title to Angel. A man who I have NEVER beaten one on one in my entire career. A man so intense, and so focused, that just his name next to theirs on the show is enough to make most men leave the building in fear of what might happen.
MOST MEN!
You see, Falcon, I have faltered the last two weeks. I have fallen in tag match after tag match, but let's be honest. Tag matches aren't really my thing. I have never been one to team up with anyone. I have never been one to rely on someone else to get the job done. I rely on one person and one person only.
ME. MYSELF. AND I!
I have worried myself sick over this match for half a week now, and for what? To give you an edge in the match? To psych myself out of my own match? It's stupid and childish, and I am through with those things. I am through with trying to impress everyone every single week. I am just going to go out there, and do what I do best. And that is, very simply....
WRESTLE MY ASS OFF!
Some guys, myself included, have gone through gimmick after gimmick, trying to find the one thing that stands out. Trying to find the one thing that makes them unique. The truly sad part is, none of them made me unique. None of them made me stand out. Not in a positive way anyway. The one thing I have always done as good, if not better, than most of the people in this company, is flat out wrestle. Between those ropes I am as good as you, Adam Knite, Gib, Angel, or anyone else you want to throw in there. Sure, I lost to Gib last month. It was a hell of a setback for me. But it isn't the end of the line. You see, when the time comes that I am stepping through those ropes, and it's for the nCw World Championship. You can bet that I will bring everything I have in preparation to win that match. To win that title.
I WILL BE THE WORLD CHAMPION!
I won't lie and try to say that this match doesn't scare me because it does. You are the toughest opponent I have ever faced, and that includes Gib. You are smart, cunning, fluid, intentional, and one of the most cerebral performers I have ever seen. That scares the **** out of me, man. Because deep down inside, even though I know I am destined to be something more than what I am right now. Even though I have enough confidence for any five wrestlers on the roster. I just don't think I have it in me to beat you. Lucky for me, I will have a few object of destruction at my fingertips, as will you. You see.....
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!
It could be in the locker room. In the bathroom. In Gib's bedroom! Hell, it don't matter. (Jimmy Snickers) Yeah, I went there! (gets serious) It could be in the snack bar, the lobby, or maybe, just maybe, we might end up in the ring. You might be me, and then again maybe not. But there is one thing you need to know before you walk down that isle. I want to tell you honestly, completely, and without reservation, that I am looking forward to this war more than any other match in my career.
I WILL NOT QUIT!
To beat me, you are going to have to beat me within an inch of my life, or maybe farther. I will not give into you easily, Falcon. I will not let my dream die with you. I will not let you crush everything I have worked so hard for. I just won't. There were times before that I would have quit. That I would have just laid down and gave in. But this isn't those times. This is a new day, and a new era of Jimmy Zane. This is the beginning of letting my actions speak for me. This is....
AMERICAN IDOL...
Wait, that's not right. Sorry about that, had a flashback from last night.... What I meant to say was... This is...
A BRAND NEW DAY!
You have been a thorn in my side for far too long, Falcon, but it comes to an end this Sunday. It comes to an end with an exclamation point. I know that this will be the toughest match of my career, hands down. I know that this will be a battle for the ages. But when it's all said and done, I can finally add you to my list. The list of people I have left in heap. The list of people I have defeated and left crying in a pool of their own blood, sweat, and tears. The list of people who know without a shadow of a doubt that I am...
A 2ND GENERATION SUPERSTAR...
A 5 STAR ATHLETE...
AND SOMEONE WHO IS 10 TIMES BETTER THAN YOU!
(Jimmy gets up and grabs his coat. He takes a quick look at the clock then heads out the door as the scene fades out.)
..::30 MINUTES LATER::..
(The scene fades in as he is pulling up the long driveway of his mother's home. He doesn't see her car, but pulls into the driveway. He parks his car and turns off the ignition. He sits there in silence then picks up his cell and dials his mother's cell. It rings a few times, then goes to voicemail.)
Mom, I am sitting at your house waiting on you. We need to talk, this is important. I know you know what I am going to talk to you about, and I need to resolve this before I had out of town for this weekend's show. Call me back.
(Jimmy hangs up and sits there a little longer. He decides to stay and gets out of his car. He walks in the back door and into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and is leaning down, looking for something to eat. He grabs a few things and just as he is about to stand up, he hears someone in the room.)
Man - Marie, is that you?
(Jimmy stands up and turns around. He drops a jar of mayonnaise on the floor as the scene suddenly fades to black.)
..::TO BE CONTINUED::..