Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Nov 27, 2010 0:56:13 GMT -6
“So...you think you're untouchable?”
A low chuckle follows this statement. We fade in to find Andrew Jacobsen walking down a hall, adjusting the collar of a nice shirt. He's dressed like he's going somewhere important. Andrew rounds a corner and walks into the lobby of a hotel, pulling a jacket from under his arm and slinging it on. He briefly adjusts it so that it fits with minimal wrinkles and stops, checking his reflection in the large glass paneling that makes up the front wall of the lobby.
“You think you're above everyone else? Actions have consequences, Steve. You do something, things will happen. You decided to flip me the bird not once but twice, and keep tearing my family apart with this...this joke of a reality show. And why? Why are you doing this? Just because you know it pisses me off. Well, the shots I got in on you at Collision were only a taste of what I'm going to put you through at Breaking Away. By the end of the night, the only number you'll be concerned about is 911.”
Andrew smirks to himself, walking out the door. He looks up and down the way, spotting a limo parked at the curb. He walks over, tapping on the driver's window. The window rolls down, revealing a driver with the nCw logo on his shirt. Andrew nods to him, walking around and getting in the back of the limo. He pulls the door shut, grinning to himself, and leans back in the spacious interior.
“I don't know what's worse at this point: the fact that it's my mom you're seducing or that you're taking this so lightly. Steve, remember Homeless Harold? Of course you do. Remember how he turned your family against you? Do you recall that, Steve? That's how I feel. I feel like you're trying to pull my family away from me. Don't be heartless like that, Steve. Remember when you were a decent guy? Try to recall, Awesome. Try to remember what you used to be. Bring some of that back to the fore and just...let her go.”
Jacobsen shakes his head, sighing. He reaches over and pulls out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the limo, cracking it open and taking a big drink. Andrew recaps the bottle and lets it sit on the seat beside him. He leans forward, briefly glancing out the window and noting the lack of impressive features flashing by the car.
“You could have avoided this if you had done that. If you had just...pulled your head out of your ass and been a man. But no, you had to keep taunting me. You had to keep provoking me. Steve, you're going to find out what I'll do when I'm angry. Falcon? That was a matter of respect. Rob? That was a matter of pride. This? This is just me wanting to make you hurt like you've never hurt before. And trust me...when I'm provoked, I can be worse than you would ever think from just looking at me.”
Andrew grabs the water bottle again, taking another drink. His iPhone goes off in his pocket, and he looks down at it, grinning to himself. He opens up the e-mail, reading its contents, and then switches over to Facebook to reply to the fan who commented on his status update earlier in the day. The limo turns, heading towards its destination, which is still unknown to the viewer but obviously known to Andrew. He speaks idly, almost as if he's not really aware of the camera being there.
“I hear people telling me that I've changed. That this business, what I've done in this company, has changed me for the worse. I don't think that's true. I'm still the same Andrew Jacobsen that walked in the door in October of last year and said that he was going to be the best damn wrestler that the company had ever seen. I still aim to accomplish that, and I'm still not going to take any shortcuts to get there. Honesty has been my policy from that first day. That's why I'm having to be brutally honest when I say that Steve Awesome is going to end up in the hospital after I'm done with him.”
He sighs, putting his phone away. Andrew leans back, grinning as the leather shifts beneath him. He runs a hand through his hair, fiddling with a few stray strands before giving up and just leaning back fully. He closes his eyes, sighing as the climate control puts out a warm breeze on his skin.
“Steve, you were the kind of guy I wanted to be. The media loves you, the fans loved you, you were World Champion...you had it all, man. But then you had to set your sights on another man's girl...ironically, also something I've been accused of. You let your obsession with Kelly consume you. Steve, you moved heaven and earth to get her. You also pissed off a lot of people. And we fought back against what you were becoming. The Revolution fought you off. And, ironically, you never had the World Title. None of you did. Xavier Cross had a guaranteed title shot, and...nothing. You failed.”
Andrew clicks his tongue disapprovingly, chuckling to himself. The limo begins to slow, and Andrew looks outside to see the Scotiabank Saddledome, complete with a throng of rabid nCw fans, just waiting for the arrival of the North Star. He nods to himself, straightening his jacket again and looking in the window. He flashes a grin at the image of himself, the limo pulling up to the curb.
“You never got Kelly, you never got the title...so you decided you had to stay relevant somehow. And that somehow was a reality dating show? Really? Really? I thought you were the Innovator of Awesomeness, not the Rehasher of the Bachelor. It hurt the first few weeks, seeing you go through this overly choreographed charade. Hell, even you started to hate it. Then, I saw her. I saw my mother sitting across from you, and I thought that maybe you had the decency to accept a son's plea for his mother. Apparently, I was wrong.”
Andrew takes a moment to compose himself before opening the door and stepping out into a sea of flashes. He grins, waving to the fans, and begins the walk inside to the table where he'll be doing a meet and greet for fans that wanted to show up to see him and a few other nCw wrestlers. A voiceover kicks in, with Andrew sounding much more calm and collected than he did on the live mic.
“That's why you even agreed to stay on, isn't it? You're doing this, leading on all those women, just to make me angry. That redefines petty, Steve. It's...sad, really. You're Steve motherf***ing Awesome. You don't need to do this. But you're doing it anyway. Just to spit in the face of a kid. I don't know what's more pathetic, that you're actually following through with this...or that you're going to get your ass kicked by a rookie. You choose, I guess.”
He walks inside, sitting down at the table, where there's a long line of fans with merchandise for him to sign. Unlike his substitution for Will Washington when he decided to bail on an autograph session, the fans knew they were getting Andrew and they're eager to get the chance to meet him. When he sits down, he flashes that million-dollar grin at the first person in line and signs their copy of Transgression 2009. The line moves on, and the voiceover continues.
“This will not be quick. This will not be painless. Awesome, I'm going to enjoy this far more than I should. After all, I'm the good guy. I'm supposed to be that shining example...but nobody's perfect. Everyone has their lapses. Mine are just more severe than most people's. You'd think that with a job like this I would be more stable. No...it just gets worse. I'm glad that the promoters are giving this match the attention it deserves. The people are going to be in for a delayed Thanksgiving treat when the North Star absolutely demolishes the Face of the Franchise.”
Andrew stands up to take a picture with a few child fans of his. He smiles again, genuine as always. Once the flash goes off, he kneels down and talks to the kids. One of them jumps up and down, making energetic motions. Andrew laughs, nodding, and speaks to their father, who readies the camera. Andrew grabs the little boy and pulls him up into the powerbomb position, holding him there as the man takes the picture, the kid laughing like he's having the time of his life.
“No running, Steve. No hiding behind your lackeys. There's no getting away from this. I get to finally tear you to shreds for the months of pain you caused me. From the Front Office to Awesome Love, from the Warfare match to watching my mom on national TV...this is my revenge. This is my chance to get justice for all you've done. Good luck trying to survive. It's going to take all of your patented tricks to even have a chance against me. This time, you learn to beware the nice ones. Try to run, Steve. It won't matter. You're still going to go down in flames.”
Andrew sets the kid down on his feet, patting him on his head. The family walks off, and he walks back to the table, sitting down and resuming his signings. Fade to black.
A low chuckle follows this statement. We fade in to find Andrew Jacobsen walking down a hall, adjusting the collar of a nice shirt. He's dressed like he's going somewhere important. Andrew rounds a corner and walks into the lobby of a hotel, pulling a jacket from under his arm and slinging it on. He briefly adjusts it so that it fits with minimal wrinkles and stops, checking his reflection in the large glass paneling that makes up the front wall of the lobby.
“You think you're above everyone else? Actions have consequences, Steve. You do something, things will happen. You decided to flip me the bird not once but twice, and keep tearing my family apart with this...this joke of a reality show. And why? Why are you doing this? Just because you know it pisses me off. Well, the shots I got in on you at Collision were only a taste of what I'm going to put you through at Breaking Away. By the end of the night, the only number you'll be concerned about is 911.”
Andrew smirks to himself, walking out the door. He looks up and down the way, spotting a limo parked at the curb. He walks over, tapping on the driver's window. The window rolls down, revealing a driver with the nCw logo on his shirt. Andrew nods to him, walking around and getting in the back of the limo. He pulls the door shut, grinning to himself, and leans back in the spacious interior.
“I don't know what's worse at this point: the fact that it's my mom you're seducing or that you're taking this so lightly. Steve, remember Homeless Harold? Of course you do. Remember how he turned your family against you? Do you recall that, Steve? That's how I feel. I feel like you're trying to pull my family away from me. Don't be heartless like that, Steve. Remember when you were a decent guy? Try to recall, Awesome. Try to remember what you used to be. Bring some of that back to the fore and just...let her go.”
Jacobsen shakes his head, sighing. He reaches over and pulls out a bottle of water from the mini-fridge in the limo, cracking it open and taking a big drink. Andrew recaps the bottle and lets it sit on the seat beside him. He leans forward, briefly glancing out the window and noting the lack of impressive features flashing by the car.
“You could have avoided this if you had done that. If you had just...pulled your head out of your ass and been a man. But no, you had to keep taunting me. You had to keep provoking me. Steve, you're going to find out what I'll do when I'm angry. Falcon? That was a matter of respect. Rob? That was a matter of pride. This? This is just me wanting to make you hurt like you've never hurt before. And trust me...when I'm provoked, I can be worse than you would ever think from just looking at me.”
Andrew grabs the water bottle again, taking another drink. His iPhone goes off in his pocket, and he looks down at it, grinning to himself. He opens up the e-mail, reading its contents, and then switches over to Facebook to reply to the fan who commented on his status update earlier in the day. The limo turns, heading towards its destination, which is still unknown to the viewer but obviously known to Andrew. He speaks idly, almost as if he's not really aware of the camera being there.
“I hear people telling me that I've changed. That this business, what I've done in this company, has changed me for the worse. I don't think that's true. I'm still the same Andrew Jacobsen that walked in the door in October of last year and said that he was going to be the best damn wrestler that the company had ever seen. I still aim to accomplish that, and I'm still not going to take any shortcuts to get there. Honesty has been my policy from that first day. That's why I'm having to be brutally honest when I say that Steve Awesome is going to end up in the hospital after I'm done with him.”
He sighs, putting his phone away. Andrew leans back, grinning as the leather shifts beneath him. He runs a hand through his hair, fiddling with a few stray strands before giving up and just leaning back fully. He closes his eyes, sighing as the climate control puts out a warm breeze on his skin.
“Steve, you were the kind of guy I wanted to be. The media loves you, the fans loved you, you were World Champion...you had it all, man. But then you had to set your sights on another man's girl...ironically, also something I've been accused of. You let your obsession with Kelly consume you. Steve, you moved heaven and earth to get her. You also pissed off a lot of people. And we fought back against what you were becoming. The Revolution fought you off. And, ironically, you never had the World Title. None of you did. Xavier Cross had a guaranteed title shot, and...nothing. You failed.”
Andrew clicks his tongue disapprovingly, chuckling to himself. The limo begins to slow, and Andrew looks outside to see the Scotiabank Saddledome, complete with a throng of rabid nCw fans, just waiting for the arrival of the North Star. He nods to himself, straightening his jacket again and looking in the window. He flashes a grin at the image of himself, the limo pulling up to the curb.
“You never got Kelly, you never got the title...so you decided you had to stay relevant somehow. And that somehow was a reality dating show? Really? Really? I thought you were the Innovator of Awesomeness, not the Rehasher of the Bachelor. It hurt the first few weeks, seeing you go through this overly choreographed charade. Hell, even you started to hate it. Then, I saw her. I saw my mother sitting across from you, and I thought that maybe you had the decency to accept a son's plea for his mother. Apparently, I was wrong.”
Andrew takes a moment to compose himself before opening the door and stepping out into a sea of flashes. He grins, waving to the fans, and begins the walk inside to the table where he'll be doing a meet and greet for fans that wanted to show up to see him and a few other nCw wrestlers. A voiceover kicks in, with Andrew sounding much more calm and collected than he did on the live mic.
“That's why you even agreed to stay on, isn't it? You're doing this, leading on all those women, just to make me angry. That redefines petty, Steve. It's...sad, really. You're Steve motherf***ing Awesome. You don't need to do this. But you're doing it anyway. Just to spit in the face of a kid. I don't know what's more pathetic, that you're actually following through with this...or that you're going to get your ass kicked by a rookie. You choose, I guess.”
He walks inside, sitting down at the table, where there's a long line of fans with merchandise for him to sign. Unlike his substitution for Will Washington when he decided to bail on an autograph session, the fans knew they were getting Andrew and they're eager to get the chance to meet him. When he sits down, he flashes that million-dollar grin at the first person in line and signs their copy of Transgression 2009. The line moves on, and the voiceover continues.
“This will not be quick. This will not be painless. Awesome, I'm going to enjoy this far more than I should. After all, I'm the good guy. I'm supposed to be that shining example...but nobody's perfect. Everyone has their lapses. Mine are just more severe than most people's. You'd think that with a job like this I would be more stable. No...it just gets worse. I'm glad that the promoters are giving this match the attention it deserves. The people are going to be in for a delayed Thanksgiving treat when the North Star absolutely demolishes the Face of the Franchise.”
Andrew stands up to take a picture with a few child fans of his. He smiles again, genuine as always. Once the flash goes off, he kneels down and talks to the kids. One of them jumps up and down, making energetic motions. Andrew laughs, nodding, and speaks to their father, who readies the camera. Andrew grabs the little boy and pulls him up into the powerbomb position, holding him there as the man takes the picture, the kid laughing like he's having the time of his life.
“No running, Steve. No hiding behind your lackeys. There's no getting away from this. I get to finally tear you to shreds for the months of pain you caused me. From the Front Office to Awesome Love, from the Warfare match to watching my mom on national TV...this is my revenge. This is my chance to get justice for all you've done. Good luck trying to survive. It's going to take all of your patented tricks to even have a chance against me. This time, you learn to beware the nice ones. Try to run, Steve. It won't matter. You're still going to go down in flames.”
Andrew sets the kid down on his feet, patting him on his head. The family walks off, and he walks back to the table, sitting down and resuming his signings. Fade to black.