Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Mar 13, 2011 0:31:47 GMT -6
We open on Andrew Jacobsen in the gym, lifting weights in preparation for his Tag Team Title match with Ander Carvetti against Knitely Bangs at Crossroads. He's lifting a large amount, grunting as he handles the weights. Emma Danielson's spotting for him, and she counts his reps for him.
“...18...19...20! That's Set Three, man. You're good.”
Andrew sets the weight back on the rack, sitting up and wiping the sweat off his brow. He nods to himself, giving himself only a moment's pause before getting to his feet. Andrew grabs a towel, wiping off his hands and looking over to Emma as he speaks.
“Thanks for helping me out. I need to be in peak physical condition if we're going to have a chance to beat DDK and Adam. Douchebags though they may be, they're both great wrestlers. I won't be able to skate by on technical skill and dumb luck this time. Nothing like Rob, or Paul...this is serious.”
Emma nods, reaching over and grabbing her duffel bag. She rifles through it, speaking to Andrew as she searches for something.
“You're right...that's why I've got a collection of matches for you to watch. You need to know Adam Knite and Curtis Kanyon's wrestling styles like the backs of your hands. Know every tell, every move, every single signature spot. Hell, I want you to be able to stick on a crappy blonde wig. go out to that ring, and BE Curtis Kanyon. You know...minus the rampant idiocy and inability to win a match.”
Andrew grins at her, stretching to loosen up his stiff fingers, and looks at the towel in his hand. A grin forms on his face, and he tosses the towel up behind his back, catching it with the same hand around front. Emma smiles at this small tribute, pulling out a DVD case. She taps it, grinning at him.
“Very funny. You can pretend you're perfect later. We need to get to work. This is all the time we've got to prepare you for Adam and Kanyon. We've got to use it well.”
Andrew nods, cracking his neck, and points to the laptop in the bag.
“Very well then, Ms. Miyagi. Shall we get started?”
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Fade back in on Andrew and Emma watching the laptop. Emma ejects the disc, pulling it out and putting it into the case it came out of. She looks over to Andrew, who seems to be deep in thought.
“There you have it. Curtis Kanyon. Or Diamond Dallas Kanyon, if you have to call him that. Good brawler, good power wrestler, has a lot of unpredictability, aaand...that about sums it up. You saw your matches, you know what you did wrong and what you did right. Now, do you have any observations you can make about Curtis?”
Andrew nods, stroking his chin. He speaks after contemplating it for a few seconds.
“Yeah. We need to keep him disoriented. If we even give him an inch's worth of breathing room, it could be enough for him to hit the ropes and hit the Bang. Crank up the pressure, knock him around like a pinball. Getting him up for the Ice Breaker was a pain in the ass last time, because he's got such a low center of gravity. I'd be better off wearing down his back and setting him up for the Sharpshooter...but Ander kicks guys in the head a lot...hm. Either way, making him pass out would be my best bet.”
Emma grins, writing down these notes on a legal pad. She sets it aside, grabbing the other DVD case. Andrew sighs, looking away. Emma cocks an eyebrow at this, perplexed.
“Hey, what's got you depressed now? I just held up a DVD. And it wasn't even Awesome Love, Season One.”
Andrew cracks a slight grin at this, looking down as he responds.
“I know, it's just...this is Adam freaking Knite. This is THE guy. The measuring stick. The bona fide champion. The one everyone points to when you ask “Who's the best wrestler in nCw?” I don't know if I can beat him. Even with Curtis to prey on, I don't know if I can beat him. I sure hope so...I want these titles, Emma. Not just for me, but for Ander. I know he's hungering after them. He thinks he has to redeem himself for losing them to StarHunter...I can hear it in his voice. Any time we talk about the titles, he gets all...distant. Obsessive. It's not a good place for him to be, Em. So if I'm going to use my time studying Adam, I want to find a way to take him down and do it properly.”
Emma nods sagely, pulling out the disc, an official nCw Best Of Adam Knite one, and loading it into the computer. The drive whirs as it reads the disc, and Emma groans as she realizes something.
“Yeah, Iron Man match's on this one...great...I know what you're saying, Andrew. It's intimidating. If Adam's even half as good as Zelda was, you're in for an uphill battle. But I know you. You won't back down. Even if the odds are stacked against you, you're stupid enough to go in full throttle, damn the torpedoes, damn it all. Don't know how I can argue with that solid logic, but...”
Emma's sarcasm is apparently lost on AJ, whose face lights up when he hears the magic match type mentioned.
“Yeah, I get that a lot. Iron Man, you say? This might be fun after all.”
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Cut back in on Emma and Andrew, both of them looking weary. Emma yawns a bit, sipping a cup of coffee. Andrew blinks, rubbing his eyes and looking at the laptop screen. He stifles a yawn of his own, looking to Emma.
“That it? Yeah? Okay then, let's see, Adam Knite...he's damn good. He's strong, he's a great technician...I'm having a hard time finding a chink in his armor...I suppose I could hammer away at his arm and try to wear that down...on the other hand, if I take out his vertical base, he can't use almost any of his signature moves or finishers...even the Restless Knite would be hard with a bum wheel. That makes sense...”
Emma nods, piping up as she writes this down.
“Well, whoever you pick, you need to make sure you can take them out in a hurry. If you let either Curtis or especially Adam build momentum, you're screwed. Keep them dizzied with strong attacks and quick tags. Don't wear yourself down and create that “hot tag” situation. As for actually working on Adam, you should try to focus on the legs for sure. With that man's height, the Sharpshooter's going to be even more effective. More leg means more leverage, and that means more torsion on the knee joint. You do this right, he won't be able to walk away, much less put up any defense.”
Andrew grins, packing up the laptop. He slips it back into the bag, looking over to Emma and shifting himself so that he's facing her.
“Em, thanks for helping me out. I really needed to get this done. I've been talking with Ander a lot, but I really haven't had time to review the footage going in...hey, I've got a question to ask you.”
Emma grabs the duffel bag and slings it over her shoulder, nodding as she stands up.
“Yeah? Alright, shoot. What d'ya need?”
He smiles at her, standing up as well. Andrew glances away for a moment, nervous, before looking back. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he speaks.
“I know you're not fully recovered and everything...but...I was wondering if you'd consider accompanying me and Ander to ringside? If you say no, I understand. It'd just be nice to have you there...again, just asking.”
Emma grins, looking at Andrew like he's a puppy that just took a crap on the rug. Andrew blinks at this, not knowing how to react.
“Are you kidding? Of course I'll come down with you guys. If nothing else, I can make sure neither of then gets involved when they shouldn't. And before you complain, I know I've still got a surgically reconstructed face. Doesn't mean I can't Brooklyn Hangover a bitch.”
Andrew smiles, pulling Emma into a hug. The former Women's Champion is surprised only for a second, but she smiles at him. He steps back from her again, shaking his head as a rueful grin spreads across his face.
“Thank you. That means a lot...we need to win this. Not just because winning a title would be nice. But because beating DDK and Adam would finally, once and for all, shut people up. If I hear one more person make a snide comment about my inexperience, or me choking, I'm going to snap. And not in the good, “win a title and get all dark and edgy” way. I mean in the “rip somebody's throat out and chuck the body into a wood chipper” way. We can win this. It'd be an upset...it WILL be an upset...but it WILL happen. If DDKnite want to put me down for the three, they'll have to put one between my eyes. Let's go, Emma. Got a big match...and the revolution needs to gather its forces.”
The two walk off, as Andrew delivers a few closing lines of narration.
You think you're better than us, Curtis? You think you're our ruler, Adam? Think again. The Rat Pack bow to nobody. I bow to nobody. Enjoy the feeling of those belts around your waists for the last time, because by Monday all you'll have left is a replica with your name on it and an entry in the title history. Nothing can save you from the uprising. You can bring your best. It won't be enough.
End.
“...18...19...20! That's Set Three, man. You're good.”
Andrew sets the weight back on the rack, sitting up and wiping the sweat off his brow. He nods to himself, giving himself only a moment's pause before getting to his feet. Andrew grabs a towel, wiping off his hands and looking over to Emma as he speaks.
“Thanks for helping me out. I need to be in peak physical condition if we're going to have a chance to beat DDK and Adam. Douchebags though they may be, they're both great wrestlers. I won't be able to skate by on technical skill and dumb luck this time. Nothing like Rob, or Paul...this is serious.”
Emma nods, reaching over and grabbing her duffel bag. She rifles through it, speaking to Andrew as she searches for something.
“You're right...that's why I've got a collection of matches for you to watch. You need to know Adam Knite and Curtis Kanyon's wrestling styles like the backs of your hands. Know every tell, every move, every single signature spot. Hell, I want you to be able to stick on a crappy blonde wig. go out to that ring, and BE Curtis Kanyon. You know...minus the rampant idiocy and inability to win a match.”
Andrew grins at her, stretching to loosen up his stiff fingers, and looks at the towel in his hand. A grin forms on his face, and he tosses the towel up behind his back, catching it with the same hand around front. Emma smiles at this small tribute, pulling out a DVD case. She taps it, grinning at him.
“Very funny. You can pretend you're perfect later. We need to get to work. This is all the time we've got to prepare you for Adam and Kanyon. We've got to use it well.”
Andrew nods, cracking his neck, and points to the laptop in the bag.
“Very well then, Ms. Miyagi. Shall we get started?”
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Diamond Dallas Kanyon...you son of a bitch. You disturbing, obnoxious, narrow-minded son of a bitch. You seriously need to get some new material, you know that? Everyone and their brother has made jokes about my mom being a slut. Get over it, Curtis. Oh, and speaking of new material, the whole “I'M CRAZY” thing is getting real sickeningly old. If all you have to rag on me about is losing to you once and calling my mother a fat slut...oh, and calling me an assault on the senses, can't forget that...you're boned, man. Boned harder than my mother. See, you're not the only one that can make fun of my mom.
The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
Transmissions will resume, they'll try to
Push drugs, keep us all dumb down and hope that
We will never see the truth around, so come on
Curtis, I've felt the Bang before. I know that. It hurt like a bitch, and I got left on the canvas holding my ribs with the wind knocked outta me. You've felt the Ice Breaker, however. We've beat each other once before. Now that I've got that bit of factual correction out of the way, how about we run you down for your accomplishments? Both men on our team have pinned you. You're a former World Champion...and I pinned you a few weeks before you won that title. As far as your credibility goes, when someone's been pinned on Knitely Bangs it's been you. You've been losing left and right: Ricky Johnson, Brad Kane, the list goes on. Honestly, if I were you I'd be worried.
Another promise, another scene, another
Package not to keep us trapped in greed with all the
Green belts wrapped around our minds and endless
Red tape to keep the truth confined, so come on
Curtis, you've been Tag Team Champion three times now in nCw. You're one half of one of the signature tag teams of nCw, and undisputably the better half of that team. All of that? That isn't weighing on me. I don't see the reputation of Diamond Dallas Kanyon across the ring from me. I see an opponent. I see a target. I see one of the men that will lose this Sunday and allow me to become World Tag Team Champion...I see a lot of things, honestly. I see a bright future for me and Ander, and that future starts with this match...this win. I'm not going to lose to a split-personality shouldn't-have-been with a thing for corporate sponsorships. That would just be degrading.
They will not force us
And they will stop degrading us
And they will not control us
We will be victorious, so come on
[/i]The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
Transmissions will resume, they'll try to
Push drugs, keep us all dumb down and hope that
We will never see the truth around, so come on
Curtis, I've felt the Bang before. I know that. It hurt like a bitch, and I got left on the canvas holding my ribs with the wind knocked outta me. You've felt the Ice Breaker, however. We've beat each other once before. Now that I've got that bit of factual correction out of the way, how about we run you down for your accomplishments? Both men on our team have pinned you. You're a former World Champion...and I pinned you a few weeks before you won that title. As far as your credibility goes, when someone's been pinned on Knitely Bangs it's been you. You've been losing left and right: Ricky Johnson, Brad Kane, the list goes on. Honestly, if I were you I'd be worried.
Another promise, another scene, another
Package not to keep us trapped in greed with all the
Green belts wrapped around our minds and endless
Red tape to keep the truth confined, so come on
Curtis, you've been Tag Team Champion three times now in nCw. You're one half of one of the signature tag teams of nCw, and undisputably the better half of that team. All of that? That isn't weighing on me. I don't see the reputation of Diamond Dallas Kanyon across the ring from me. I see an opponent. I see a target. I see one of the men that will lose this Sunday and allow me to become World Tag Team Champion...I see a lot of things, honestly. I see a bright future for me and Ander, and that future starts with this match...this win. I'm not going to lose to a split-personality shouldn't-have-been with a thing for corporate sponsorships. That would just be degrading.
They will not force us
And they will stop degrading us
And they will not control us
We will be victorious, so come on
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Fade back in on Andrew and Emma watching the laptop. Emma ejects the disc, pulling it out and putting it into the case it came out of. She looks over to Andrew, who seems to be deep in thought.
“There you have it. Curtis Kanyon. Or Diamond Dallas Kanyon, if you have to call him that. Good brawler, good power wrestler, has a lot of unpredictability, aaand...that about sums it up. You saw your matches, you know what you did wrong and what you did right. Now, do you have any observations you can make about Curtis?”
Andrew nods, stroking his chin. He speaks after contemplating it for a few seconds.
“Yeah. We need to keep him disoriented. If we even give him an inch's worth of breathing room, it could be enough for him to hit the ropes and hit the Bang. Crank up the pressure, knock him around like a pinball. Getting him up for the Ice Breaker was a pain in the ass last time, because he's got such a low center of gravity. I'd be better off wearing down his back and setting him up for the Sharpshooter...but Ander kicks guys in the head a lot...hm. Either way, making him pass out would be my best bet.”
Emma grins, writing down these notes on a legal pad. She sets it aside, grabbing the other DVD case. Andrew sighs, looking away. Emma cocks an eyebrow at this, perplexed.
“Hey, what's got you depressed now? I just held up a DVD. And it wasn't even Awesome Love, Season One.”
Andrew cracks a slight grin at this, looking down as he responds.
“I know, it's just...this is Adam freaking Knite. This is THE guy. The measuring stick. The bona fide champion. The one everyone points to when you ask “Who's the best wrestler in nCw?” I don't know if I can beat him. Even with Curtis to prey on, I don't know if I can beat him. I sure hope so...I want these titles, Emma. Not just for me, but for Ander. I know he's hungering after them. He thinks he has to redeem himself for losing them to StarHunter...I can hear it in his voice. Any time we talk about the titles, he gets all...distant. Obsessive. It's not a good place for him to be, Em. So if I'm going to use my time studying Adam, I want to find a way to take him down and do it properly.”
Emma nods sagely, pulling out the disc, an official nCw Best Of Adam Knite one, and loading it into the computer. The drive whirs as it reads the disc, and Emma groans as she realizes something.
“Yeah, Iron Man match's on this one...great...I know what you're saying, Andrew. It's intimidating. If Adam's even half as good as Zelda was, you're in for an uphill battle. But I know you. You won't back down. Even if the odds are stacked against you, you're stupid enough to go in full throttle, damn the torpedoes, damn it all. Don't know how I can argue with that solid logic, but...”
Emma's sarcasm is apparently lost on AJ, whose face lights up when he hears the magic match type mentioned.
“Yeah, I get that a lot. Iron Man, you say? This might be fun after all.”
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Adam Knite. The King of nCw. World Champion nine times in your career, twelve-time Tag Team Champion, five times here in nCw, first-ballot Hall of Famer, married to the boss's daughter...and a man I used to look up to. A man I used to respect. I fought the Front Office, and I fought against Steve, because I saw what you were going through and I felt empathy. I felt for you, Adam. The fans felt for you. They loved you. And what did you do? You threw a fit that would have made the Ace look positively calm and collected in comparison. So I guess my question is...how does Adam Knite, one of the legends of this industry and one of the most decorated men not only in nCw but in this entire sport, turn into a complaining, self-righteous, arrogant waste of oxygen?
Interchanging mind control, come let the
Revolution take its toll, if you could
Flick a switch and open your third eye, you'd see that
We should never be afraid to die, so come on
Just because the fans loved it that Jack Manson came back, you flipped out on them. You said they didn't appreciate you enough, and that you should have been getting the attention that Jack did. Well, guess what, Adam? This company, despite who your in-laws are, doesn't revolve around you. It doesn't revolve around any one man. Steve Awesome learned that lesson this summer. I fought in the Warfare against the Front Office, and all that summer, because I believed in standing up for the company. Hearing you talk about being King, about how indispensable you are, about how we should be showing deference to you...it makes me sick, Adam. Sick to my ***damn core.
Rise up and take the power back, it's time that
The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
Their time is coming to an end, we have to
Unify and watch our flag ascend, so come on
I know what everyone's thinking. I'm in a big match, I'm going to choke again. You two are going to lob insults at me like a couple of goons, and I'm just going to passively sit here and take it. Nuh-uh. Not happening that way. Instead, let me tell you what's going to happen, Your Royal Pain in the Ass. You're going to go down to that ring. We're going to go down to that ring. We're going to have a match with you. Many moves will be exchanged. Someone might bleed. But in the end, one thing is indisputable...we will have new Tag Team Champions. The king's going to come tumbling down. The revolution is coming once again. The king is dead...long live the kings.
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious, so come on
[/i]Interchanging mind control, come let the
Revolution take its toll, if you could
Flick a switch and open your third eye, you'd see that
We should never be afraid to die, so come on
Just because the fans loved it that Jack Manson came back, you flipped out on them. You said they didn't appreciate you enough, and that you should have been getting the attention that Jack did. Well, guess what, Adam? This company, despite who your in-laws are, doesn't revolve around you. It doesn't revolve around any one man. Steve Awesome learned that lesson this summer. I fought in the Warfare against the Front Office, and all that summer, because I believed in standing up for the company. Hearing you talk about being King, about how indispensable you are, about how we should be showing deference to you...it makes me sick, Adam. Sick to my ***damn core.
Rise up and take the power back, it's time that
The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
Their time is coming to an end, we have to
Unify and watch our flag ascend, so come on
I know what everyone's thinking. I'm in a big match, I'm going to choke again. You two are going to lob insults at me like a couple of goons, and I'm just going to passively sit here and take it. Nuh-uh. Not happening that way. Instead, let me tell you what's going to happen, Your Royal Pain in the Ass. You're going to go down to that ring. We're going to go down to that ring. We're going to have a match with you. Many moves will be exchanged. Someone might bleed. But in the end, one thing is indisputable...we will have new Tag Team Champions. The king's going to come tumbling down. The revolution is coming once again. The king is dead...long live the kings.
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious, so come on
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Cut back in on Emma and Andrew, both of them looking weary. Emma yawns a bit, sipping a cup of coffee. Andrew blinks, rubbing his eyes and looking at the laptop screen. He stifles a yawn of his own, looking to Emma.
“That it? Yeah? Okay then, let's see, Adam Knite...he's damn good. He's strong, he's a great technician...I'm having a hard time finding a chink in his armor...I suppose I could hammer away at his arm and try to wear that down...on the other hand, if I take out his vertical base, he can't use almost any of his signature moves or finishers...even the Restless Knite would be hard with a bum wheel. That makes sense...”
Emma nods, piping up as she writes this down.
“Well, whoever you pick, you need to make sure you can take them out in a hurry. If you let either Curtis or especially Adam build momentum, you're screwed. Keep them dizzied with strong attacks and quick tags. Don't wear yourself down and create that “hot tag” situation. As for actually working on Adam, you should try to focus on the legs for sure. With that man's height, the Sharpshooter's going to be even more effective. More leg means more leverage, and that means more torsion on the knee joint. You do this right, he won't be able to walk away, much less put up any defense.”
Andrew grins, packing up the laptop. He slips it back into the bag, looking over to Emma and shifting himself so that he's facing her.
“Em, thanks for helping me out. I really needed to get this done. I've been talking with Ander a lot, but I really haven't had time to review the footage going in...hey, I've got a question to ask you.”
Emma grabs the duffel bag and slings it over her shoulder, nodding as she stands up.
“Yeah? Alright, shoot. What d'ya need?”
He smiles at her, standing up as well. Andrew glances away for a moment, nervous, before looking back. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he speaks.
“I know you're not fully recovered and everything...but...I was wondering if you'd consider accompanying me and Ander to ringside? If you say no, I understand. It'd just be nice to have you there...again, just asking.”
Emma grins, looking at Andrew like he's a puppy that just took a crap on the rug. Andrew blinks at this, not knowing how to react.
“Are you kidding? Of course I'll come down with you guys. If nothing else, I can make sure neither of then gets involved when they shouldn't. And before you complain, I know I've still got a surgically reconstructed face. Doesn't mean I can't Brooklyn Hangover a bitch.”
Andrew smiles, pulling Emma into a hug. The former Women's Champion is surprised only for a second, but she smiles at him. He steps back from her again, shaking his head as a rueful grin spreads across his face.
“Thank you. That means a lot...we need to win this. Not just because winning a title would be nice. But because beating DDK and Adam would finally, once and for all, shut people up. If I hear one more person make a snide comment about my inexperience, or me choking, I'm going to snap. And not in the good, “win a title and get all dark and edgy” way. I mean in the “rip somebody's throat out and chuck the body into a wood chipper” way. We can win this. It'd be an upset...it WILL be an upset...but it WILL happen. If DDKnite want to put me down for the three, they'll have to put one between my eyes. Let's go, Emma. Got a big match...and the revolution needs to gather its forces.”
The two walk off, as Andrew delivers a few closing lines of narration.
You think you're better than us, Curtis? You think you're our ruler, Adam? Think again. The Rat Pack bow to nobody. I bow to nobody. Enjoy the feeling of those belts around your waists for the last time, because by Monday all you'll have left is a replica with your name on it and an entry in the title history. Nothing can save you from the uprising. You can bring your best. It won't be enough.
End.