Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Apr 26, 2010 20:29:51 GMT -6
Open on an unusually disheveled Andrew Jacobsen sitting in one of a pair of chairs in front of a banner advertising A Night To Remember. The cameraman says something to him, muffled by his being behind the mic. Andrew looks up wearily from where he sits, nodding to the cameraman. He adjusts his workout clothing and coughs a bit, working a sore spot out of his right bicep.
“Two minutes? Yeah, I'll be ready. Just get Chad out here so we can talk.”
Andrew slumps back in his chair, running a hand through his hair nervously. He chuckles to himself, sitting up straight again.
“Chad wanted his interview, he got it. Workout be damned, it seems. Gotta get the publicity out...betcha Jones is just gonna whine about my “pretty-boy” status and how I don't take jack seriously. Oh, and how hockey and fishing are supposedly Canadian hobbies, despite them both freaking being things Minnesotans and people in other parts of the UNITED STATES do...not that it freaking matters. I think Alex just likes making excuses for his sucking it up last night.”
Chad Lights runs in, sitting in the chair across from Andrew. He clears his throat, shuffling his notecards and looking over to Andrew. Chad offers a handshake, which AJ takes.
“Thanks for putting up with this, Andrew. I wanted to get a sort of “instant reaction” interview with you. Take it you saw my interview with Alex Jones?”
He nods, but the cameraman addresses Chad now. Chad clears his throat again, straightening his tie, and looks to the camera, beginning the interview.
“Chad Lights, here with the X-Division Champion Andrew Jacobsen. Andrew, I interviewed Alex Jones, your opponent at A Night To Remember who you will be defending your belt against. He blamed your supposedly lax schedule for your tag team loss against Mike and Mike's Marvelous Mustache Monopoly. Do you have any response for the former AJ Phoenix?”
Andrew nods, looking over to Chad. His eyes narrow as he speaks about his opponent.
“You're damn right I do. Alex Jones. A former X-Division Champion. A great wrestler, no doubt. Knows what he's doing in the ring. But he's an unmitigated jackass, and rather pathetic personally. He's so insecure about himself that he defines his very existence by the X-Division Title. Ever since he came back, I've heard two things from him.”
He holds up one finger to Chad.
“Number one, that he's going to be the “X-Division Savior” and reclaim “his” title from all those unworthy champions that came after him. Number TWO...”
Andrew holds up a second finger.
“...is him whining about my very existence. “I was the only AJ before! I demand to be the one people talk about when they say “AJ!” I want my identity back! It's not FAIR!” Shut UP, Jones. If you spent as much time training and refining your in-ring work as you did whining about everything that's happened since you left and came back, you'd be World Champion. You've got the talent, not questioning that. But you just don't seem to have the dedication. You talk about how a good champion is defined by his title defenses. Well, consider yourself the first defense of my second reign. Consider yourself dead meat. By the end of your time in the ring with me, you won't be trying to save the X-Division. You'll be lucky if you save yourself. I'm not going to take you lightly. Not with these stakes. Yes, last week I took some time to clear my mind. But it paid off. Because I know exactly what I'm doing this week, and I know what to do to prepare: I'm gonna kick your ass, and I'm training double-time, because I'm not going to lose to you after all the crap you've slung my way. Week in and week out, you take time to insult everyone else who's ever so much as breathed near the X-Division Title. You buried me and Paul as undeserving champions. Well, I say Paul Star was ten times the champion you ever were. Unlike you, he's not an egocentric prick who seems to be begging for a swift kick to the jaw. I'd be honored to go back up against him. You? I just want to beat you and get over with it. Anything to stop your bitching, moaning, pissing, and whining. ANYTHING.”
Chad coughs, moving on to his next notecard. He looks back up at Andrew.
“So, what are your thoughts on the tag match? Who lost that: you or Jones? And why?”
Andrew cocks an eyebrow at Chad, shaking his head.
“You sound like a teacher giving out an essay question. Easy answer, Chad. Alex. He tagged in right as I was going to hit Honcho with the Ice Breaker. It would have been over. But no, he had to go and appease his ego. How's that feel now, Alex? How's it feel for you to know that your constant self-serving agenda got you a loss to a cable guy and someone who thinks he's a magician? That's almost as embarrassing as losing to Doctor Dream. You know, like some people did *coughsexyjasoncough*. But in all seriousness, Alex talks like he's the Face of the Franchise or the Icon. What he is is the Joker. Not in the awesome, dark, Heath Ledger way. He's the Joker in the Cesar Romero way: a buffoon who talks big but always, in the end, gets caught and foiled. And this Sunday is no exception. I'm going to spoil your plans to come back and win the X-Division Title. Because while you may be a high-flyer, I can do it all. Technical wrestling, submission wrestling, high-flying, a little hardcore, a little powerhousing, brawling, I know how to adapt my fighting style to any situation. Doc's right. Stop talking about yourself like you're unstoppable. You've been stopped, and you're going to be stopped. That's life. DEAL WITH IT.”
Andrew falls back in his seat, grinning. Chad nods, moving on to his third and final notecard.
“Many of your opponents have noted that you don't look like the average wrestler, and in fact look more like a movie star than anything else. How do you feel about that?”
Andrew snickers now, bewildering Chad. He looks over to the hapless interviewer, shaking his head.
“Really? Of all the things you could have asked me, like “What's your training regimen going to be like” or “Do you have any particular strategies against Alex Jones”, you ask how I feel about some whining, like you're my therapist? Chad, I'm a big boy. I can handle some people calling me a pretty-boy. Yeah, I might not look like ass. But I've worked as hard as I can for this company. Every day since October 12, 2009 has been nCw, nCw, nCw. And you know what? Every day for a very long time will be the same damn thing. Because I love it here. I would never go anywhere else. I don't need some third-rate Alliance. New Championship Wrestling is the greatest company on Earth, with the best competition. I consider myself privileged and honored to work here, and I'll work my ass off to keep my employment. So, Alex. I have a very simple request, something that even you should be able to fill: bring your absolute ***damn best. I'll bring mine. And may the best...man...win.”
Andrew stands up, walking off camera. Chad turns fully to the camera, the cameraman zooming in on him.
“Andrew Jacobsen with a harsh response to Alex Jones. These two men will clash at A Night To Remember, with the X-Division Title on the line. Will the former Phoenix rise from the ashes and reclaim what he says is his? Will the North Star shine ever brighter with a win? Purchase A Night To Remember and enjoy the biggest night on the nCw calendar to find out!”
Fade out on Chad's shilling.
“Two minutes? Yeah, I'll be ready. Just get Chad out here so we can talk.”
Andrew slumps back in his chair, running a hand through his hair nervously. He chuckles to himself, sitting up straight again.
“Chad wanted his interview, he got it. Workout be damned, it seems. Gotta get the publicity out...betcha Jones is just gonna whine about my “pretty-boy” status and how I don't take jack seriously. Oh, and how hockey and fishing are supposedly Canadian hobbies, despite them both freaking being things Minnesotans and people in other parts of the UNITED STATES do...not that it freaking matters. I think Alex just likes making excuses for his sucking it up last night.”
Chad Lights runs in, sitting in the chair across from Andrew. He clears his throat, shuffling his notecards and looking over to Andrew. Chad offers a handshake, which AJ takes.
“Thanks for putting up with this, Andrew. I wanted to get a sort of “instant reaction” interview with you. Take it you saw my interview with Alex Jones?”
He nods, but the cameraman addresses Chad now. Chad clears his throat again, straightening his tie, and looks to the camera, beginning the interview.
“Chad Lights, here with the X-Division Champion Andrew Jacobsen. Andrew, I interviewed Alex Jones, your opponent at A Night To Remember who you will be defending your belt against. He blamed your supposedly lax schedule for your tag team loss against Mike and Mike's Marvelous Mustache Monopoly. Do you have any response for the former AJ Phoenix?”
Andrew nods, looking over to Chad. His eyes narrow as he speaks about his opponent.
“You're damn right I do. Alex Jones. A former X-Division Champion. A great wrestler, no doubt. Knows what he's doing in the ring. But he's an unmitigated jackass, and rather pathetic personally. He's so insecure about himself that he defines his very existence by the X-Division Title. Ever since he came back, I've heard two things from him.”
He holds up one finger to Chad.
“Number one, that he's going to be the “X-Division Savior” and reclaim “his” title from all those unworthy champions that came after him. Number TWO...”
Andrew holds up a second finger.
“...is him whining about my very existence. “I was the only AJ before! I demand to be the one people talk about when they say “AJ!” I want my identity back! It's not FAIR!” Shut UP, Jones. If you spent as much time training and refining your in-ring work as you did whining about everything that's happened since you left and came back, you'd be World Champion. You've got the talent, not questioning that. But you just don't seem to have the dedication. You talk about how a good champion is defined by his title defenses. Well, consider yourself the first defense of my second reign. Consider yourself dead meat. By the end of your time in the ring with me, you won't be trying to save the X-Division. You'll be lucky if you save yourself. I'm not going to take you lightly. Not with these stakes. Yes, last week I took some time to clear my mind. But it paid off. Because I know exactly what I'm doing this week, and I know what to do to prepare: I'm gonna kick your ass, and I'm training double-time, because I'm not going to lose to you after all the crap you've slung my way. Week in and week out, you take time to insult everyone else who's ever so much as breathed near the X-Division Title. You buried me and Paul as undeserving champions. Well, I say Paul Star was ten times the champion you ever were. Unlike you, he's not an egocentric prick who seems to be begging for a swift kick to the jaw. I'd be honored to go back up against him. You? I just want to beat you and get over with it. Anything to stop your bitching, moaning, pissing, and whining. ANYTHING.”
Chad coughs, moving on to his next notecard. He looks back up at Andrew.
“So, what are your thoughts on the tag match? Who lost that: you or Jones? And why?”
Andrew cocks an eyebrow at Chad, shaking his head.
“You sound like a teacher giving out an essay question. Easy answer, Chad. Alex. He tagged in right as I was going to hit Honcho with the Ice Breaker. It would have been over. But no, he had to go and appease his ego. How's that feel now, Alex? How's it feel for you to know that your constant self-serving agenda got you a loss to a cable guy and someone who thinks he's a magician? That's almost as embarrassing as losing to Doctor Dream. You know, like some people did *coughsexyjasoncough*. But in all seriousness, Alex talks like he's the Face of the Franchise or the Icon. What he is is the Joker. Not in the awesome, dark, Heath Ledger way. He's the Joker in the Cesar Romero way: a buffoon who talks big but always, in the end, gets caught and foiled. And this Sunday is no exception. I'm going to spoil your plans to come back and win the X-Division Title. Because while you may be a high-flyer, I can do it all. Technical wrestling, submission wrestling, high-flying, a little hardcore, a little powerhousing, brawling, I know how to adapt my fighting style to any situation. Doc's right. Stop talking about yourself like you're unstoppable. You've been stopped, and you're going to be stopped. That's life. DEAL WITH IT.”
Andrew falls back in his seat, grinning. Chad nods, moving on to his third and final notecard.
“Many of your opponents have noted that you don't look like the average wrestler, and in fact look more like a movie star than anything else. How do you feel about that?”
Andrew snickers now, bewildering Chad. He looks over to the hapless interviewer, shaking his head.
“Really? Of all the things you could have asked me, like “What's your training regimen going to be like” or “Do you have any particular strategies against Alex Jones”, you ask how I feel about some whining, like you're my therapist? Chad, I'm a big boy. I can handle some people calling me a pretty-boy. Yeah, I might not look like ass. But I've worked as hard as I can for this company. Every day since October 12, 2009 has been nCw, nCw, nCw. And you know what? Every day for a very long time will be the same damn thing. Because I love it here. I would never go anywhere else. I don't need some third-rate Alliance. New Championship Wrestling is the greatest company on Earth, with the best competition. I consider myself privileged and honored to work here, and I'll work my ass off to keep my employment. So, Alex. I have a very simple request, something that even you should be able to fill: bring your absolute ***damn best. I'll bring mine. And may the best...man...win.”
Andrew stands up, walking off camera. Chad turns fully to the camera, the cameraman zooming in on him.
“Andrew Jacobsen with a harsh response to Alex Jones. These two men will clash at A Night To Remember, with the X-Division Title on the line. Will the former Phoenix rise from the ashes and reclaim what he says is his? Will the North Star shine ever brighter with a win? Purchase A Night To Remember and enjoy the biggest night on the nCw calendar to find out!”
Fade out on Chad's shilling.