Post by Andrew Jacobsen on May 15, 2011 23:55:42 GMT -6
Open on Danielle Chase in her office, typing out something on her computer. The door flies open, and Andrew Jacobsen stalks in, eyes narrowed. He leans over the desk, pointing a finger at Chase, and practically spits his words at her.
“You're supposed to be helping my career, huh? Explain to me how wrestling Steve Awesome's flunky on the webshow is helping my career. Please, elaborate on that one.”
Chase looks up at him, clearly unimpressed by his rage. She pushes a pair of reading glasses up her nose, cocking an eyebrow at the irate Jacobsen, and sighs.
“Well, are you done with your little temper tantrum? You are? Splendid. Here's how it's helping your career: you weren't going to be booked if I hadn't intervened. Management said you hadn't been consistent enough to even risk on the webshow. Be thankful you even got an opponent of Jayson's caliber. He's a former Tag Team Champion, after all. And considering your performance last week, you should consider yourself lucky they didn't give you Tommy the Cat, because Hexx would have been too much of a challenge.”
Andrew sits down, glaring daggers at Danielle.
“You're serious, aren't you? How ****ing far have I fallen? I've gone from stealing the show out from under everyone else's noses, no caskets, weapons or World Titles needed, to wrestling a guy who thinks he's Vanilla Ice on the Internet where nobody will see it. God, at this point the only thing worse would be...no, they'll just do it if I actually say it. There's got to be something I can do...”
Danielle stands up, pulling off her glasses, and walks around the table. She stares down at Andrew disapprovingly, clicking her tongue at him. She sarcastically responds to him.
“Poor baby. You know what you can do to prove you're still a quarter of the man you say you are? You go out there and you wreck Jayson Matthews. Send 'Young Money' back to the showers, crying for his mommy. You whipped his ass at Ascension—the last time you won on pay-per-view, even—so I'm sure you can beat him here. Thing is, you need to make a point with this match. Make that vaunted statement you're always talking about. Do something to make yourself more than 'generic angry wrestler #43.' You were on fire last year. You were going to be the future of this company. Then you just bitched out. What's the matter, Andrew? You don't have any balls anymore?”
Andrew jumps to his feet, ready to shout, but Danielle cuts him off.
“And that's how you always react. Whining, petulant anger fits. Either that or you go putz around a city and don't prepare at all. Steve Awesome made you scream that you were his daddy in front of his hometown. He cost you a shot at the World Title in front of your hometown. And here you are, beating up Trent Helms on his orders. You know when you were your best? When you were actually what you say you are: the best damn technical wrestler on the planet, with the never-say-quit attitude to back it up. It wasn't broke. And you tried to fix it, you utter dumbass. Look what happened.”
Andrew glares at Danielle, snarking at her bitterly.
“Are you done yet? Or do you have more uninformed comments for me?”
She shakes her head, glaring back at him and replying with anger in her voice.
“You calling me uninformed, that's a riot. You say you want to go places, and yet any time someone tries to hand you a line up to the next level you swat it away. That's your problem, you dumbass. You don't get the whole concept of focus. You're obsessed with looking cool and sounding cool that you don't concentrate on what you're actually good at: wrestling. On the mic you cause people to stampede to the remote and change the channel. In the ring? You're the best. You've spent so much time trying to become the poor man's Steve Awesome, you forgot that all you need to be is the regular man's Andrew Jacobsen. You want to be the best? Then have some pride and NUT UP, YOU BITCH!”
She practically sneers at him. Andrew snaps back at her, his bark causing Chase to take a step back.
“You want me to nut up? You think you can order me around?! I'm ****ing sick of this! I'm sick of having to follow orders, of being called a coward, of these gang beatings, of being a lackey! I'm fed up with all of it! I know I'm good, but I haven't been able to follow through on my potential! I keep wasting it on stupid, mindless bullcrap! I spent most of last year hunting the Young Guns, and because I was weak I ended up joining them! I'm tired of it! Enough is enough, and it's time for a change! That comes Sunday. I'm going to use Jayson Matthews as an example. I'm nobody's pawn. I don't need the Rat Pack, or the Young Guns, or anyone else to make an impact. My name is Andrew Jacobsen, I am the North Star, and I'm here to wrestle the best and become World Champion. Nobody is going to stop me. Nobody will stand in my way. There, are you going to get off my ass and give me some breathing room now?!”
He finishes, breathing heavily and glaring at Danielle with clenched fists. Chase looks at him, expression neutral, and the moments tick on. Finally, a grin breaks out on her face, confusing Andrew, whose stance relaxes as she begins laughing.
“That's what I'm talking about! Give me some of that intensity inside the ring, and we can make something happen. Now, hit the bricks and hit the gym. I've got some work to do, and I want you to be in prime condition for your match. If we're redebuting you as the man you think you are, you need to be looking the best you can. Quit gawking. Get to it. I've got paperwork to deal with.”
Jacobsen cocks his eyebrow at her, nodding and turning around. He walks out the door. Danielle nods, walking back around her desk, and sits down, chuckling to herself.
“He's almost motivated. Just hope he can pull himself together moving forward. I'd hate to waste my time...now, back to work.”
She resumes her prior task as we fade to black.
“You're supposed to be helping my career, huh? Explain to me how wrestling Steve Awesome's flunky on the webshow is helping my career. Please, elaborate on that one.”
Chase looks up at him, clearly unimpressed by his rage. She pushes a pair of reading glasses up her nose, cocking an eyebrow at the irate Jacobsen, and sighs.
“Well, are you done with your little temper tantrum? You are? Splendid. Here's how it's helping your career: you weren't going to be booked if I hadn't intervened. Management said you hadn't been consistent enough to even risk on the webshow. Be thankful you even got an opponent of Jayson's caliber. He's a former Tag Team Champion, after all. And considering your performance last week, you should consider yourself lucky they didn't give you Tommy the Cat, because Hexx would have been too much of a challenge.”
Andrew sits down, glaring daggers at Danielle.
“You're serious, aren't you? How ****ing far have I fallen? I've gone from stealing the show out from under everyone else's noses, no caskets, weapons or World Titles needed, to wrestling a guy who thinks he's Vanilla Ice on the Internet where nobody will see it. God, at this point the only thing worse would be...no, they'll just do it if I actually say it. There's got to be something I can do...”
Danielle stands up, pulling off her glasses, and walks around the table. She stares down at Andrew disapprovingly, clicking her tongue at him. She sarcastically responds to him.
“Poor baby. You know what you can do to prove you're still a quarter of the man you say you are? You go out there and you wreck Jayson Matthews. Send 'Young Money' back to the showers, crying for his mommy. You whipped his ass at Ascension—the last time you won on pay-per-view, even—so I'm sure you can beat him here. Thing is, you need to make a point with this match. Make that vaunted statement you're always talking about. Do something to make yourself more than 'generic angry wrestler #43.' You were on fire last year. You were going to be the future of this company. Then you just bitched out. What's the matter, Andrew? You don't have any balls anymore?”
Andrew jumps to his feet, ready to shout, but Danielle cuts him off.
“And that's how you always react. Whining, petulant anger fits. Either that or you go putz around a city and don't prepare at all. Steve Awesome made you scream that you were his daddy in front of his hometown. He cost you a shot at the World Title in front of your hometown. And here you are, beating up Trent Helms on his orders. You know when you were your best? When you were actually what you say you are: the best damn technical wrestler on the planet, with the never-say-quit attitude to back it up. It wasn't broke. And you tried to fix it, you utter dumbass. Look what happened.”
Andrew glares at Danielle, snarking at her bitterly.
“Are you done yet? Or do you have more uninformed comments for me?”
She shakes her head, glaring back at him and replying with anger in her voice.
“You calling me uninformed, that's a riot. You say you want to go places, and yet any time someone tries to hand you a line up to the next level you swat it away. That's your problem, you dumbass. You don't get the whole concept of focus. You're obsessed with looking cool and sounding cool that you don't concentrate on what you're actually good at: wrestling. On the mic you cause people to stampede to the remote and change the channel. In the ring? You're the best. You've spent so much time trying to become the poor man's Steve Awesome, you forgot that all you need to be is the regular man's Andrew Jacobsen. You want to be the best? Then have some pride and NUT UP, YOU BITCH!”
She practically sneers at him. Andrew snaps back at her, his bark causing Chase to take a step back.
“You want me to nut up? You think you can order me around?! I'm ****ing sick of this! I'm sick of having to follow orders, of being called a coward, of these gang beatings, of being a lackey! I'm fed up with all of it! I know I'm good, but I haven't been able to follow through on my potential! I keep wasting it on stupid, mindless bullcrap! I spent most of last year hunting the Young Guns, and because I was weak I ended up joining them! I'm tired of it! Enough is enough, and it's time for a change! That comes Sunday. I'm going to use Jayson Matthews as an example. I'm nobody's pawn. I don't need the Rat Pack, or the Young Guns, or anyone else to make an impact. My name is Andrew Jacobsen, I am the North Star, and I'm here to wrestle the best and become World Champion. Nobody is going to stop me. Nobody will stand in my way. There, are you going to get off my ass and give me some breathing room now?!”
He finishes, breathing heavily and glaring at Danielle with clenched fists. Chase looks at him, expression neutral, and the moments tick on. Finally, a grin breaks out on her face, confusing Andrew, whose stance relaxes as she begins laughing.
“That's what I'm talking about! Give me some of that intensity inside the ring, and we can make something happen. Now, hit the bricks and hit the gym. I've got some work to do, and I want you to be in prime condition for your match. If we're redebuting you as the man you think you are, you need to be looking the best you can. Quit gawking. Get to it. I've got paperwork to deal with.”
Jacobsen cocks his eyebrow at her, nodding and turning around. He walks out the door. Danielle nods, walking back around her desk, and sits down, chuckling to herself.
“He's almost motivated. Just hope he can pull himself together moving forward. I'd hate to waste my time...now, back to work.”
She resumes her prior task as we fade to black.