Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Feb 4, 2012 1:27:21 GMT -6
”So here we are. After all the trash you’ve talked about me, after all the insults, the heckling, the sideline mockery, it comes to this. You got your revenge in December. You proved yourself the better man. I shook your hand, admitted it, and let you have your moment of glory. I thought you would take the high road and continue on with your career, like any decent man would. But that’s not Doc. That’s not the Boyhood Dream’s way. He twists the knife and kicks you in the wound, just for the sake of watching you squirm. I’m done squirming.”
“You think you’re doing this for my own good? You think that just because you got your win against me and I’m not setting the world ablaze, you’re obligated to go on some grand crusade to save me from myself? What a crock. The fact is, Doc, you’re like a schoolyard bully. You have a few people, including my former ally Roberto Verona, telling you you’re all that, you’re the best around, all that other hype. Fact is, you may have been somebody…but the emphasis is on the past tense there.”
“Here in nCw…what have you accomplished? What do you have to your name? A one-month Tag Title reign? A one-month Xtreme Title reign that got ended by a guy who got himself ****canned not three weeks later? You’ve got NOTHING. You’re riding on past achievements, and you have the arrogance to walk around talking about how I’m not living up to my potential? Screw you! You’re not living up to anything! That match with you, I was proud to have. I was proud to say I gave it my best against a motivated Doc. Unfortunately, I came out the loser. But this time…you aren’t just getting my best. You are getting everything I have.”
“I’m tired of being bullied and pushed around. I’m tired of sitting by and letting you run me down without saying a damn thing to you. This is it. Put up or shut up. If you think you can beat me again, you step into that ring and you give me everything you have, because nothing else will satisfy me. I want a match for the ages. I want a showstealing performance the likes of which nCw hasn’t seen in a long time. We tear down the house every time we step in the ring, but I want to blow them ALL out of the water! Todd and Xander? Adam and Alex? No. I want people to go home saying that Doc versus Andrew Jacobsen was the best match of the YEAR.”
“I don’t have to prove that I’m motivated to anyone. If you have eyes, you see it. The promotional work I do, the charity work, being out there every single week flying the nCw flag high…that’s important to me. The fans are the reason we have jobs. They pay our checks, they buy our merchandise and they sit in those stands, holding signs for us and cheering us. You think that I need to ignore the fans…you think they’re abandoning me? I don’t know about you, but I look around and I still see plenty of people cheering me. As for the rest of them…I guess I can win them over by pulling the best damn match I can out of you. How’s that for motivation?”
"I used to look up to you, Doc. I was inspired by you, in every single match you had, because you could always pull something new out of the bag of tricks. You were an icon for a reason, one of the best there was. But I've seen a darker side of you. I've seen the jealousy and the anger and the pettiness...and I'll admit I've been on the wrong side of that too. But you're a vivid reminder that at the end of the day, we're not gods. We're just men. And you're a bitter, jealous man...one that I'm going to have to put down."
“Doc…if this is what it takes to get the damn monkey off my back, I will do ANYTHING. I will kick and punch and suplex and dive and throw out everything in my arsenal to put you down. Last time we wrestled I had to be careful because I didn’t want to reinjure you. I still don’t want to put you on the shelf…but if a kick goes errant, I can only say you brought this on yourself. Doc, you bring the best you can. But I promise you…I’m going to bring that much more.”
Open on Andrew Jacobsen sitting in the back of a limo, wearing a suit and squirming a bit as the scenery passes by. He looks off camera, shaking his head and calling out.
“Are you sure I have to wear this monkey suit? Why couldn’t I just wear a nice shirt and pants?”
Danielle Chase calls back dismissively, the camera panning over to show her wearing a stunning dark blue dress and a mischievous grin on her face.
“Because this is a publicity event for a pay-per-view. You need to look your best, and frankly you look too damn good in a suit to not exploit that at least once. Now try to behave. The fans don’t deserve you being a grouch to them.”
Andrew opens his mouth to protest, but Danielle cuts him off again.
“And none of this “but he’s driving me to it.” You let Doc affect you that much, there’s no way you’ll be able to beat him at Metamorphosis. Now shut up and look pretty. You’re good at that.”
He hangs his head, shaking it, and rubs the bridge of his nose. Danielle’s gaze softens, and she scoots over, putting an arm around his shoulders as best she can.
“Something on your mind, Andy?”
He shakes his head, sighing, and looks over to her.
“It’s complicated. On the one hand I feel very confident that I’ll be able to prove Doc wrong. But on the other hand…I feel disappointed. Here’s a man with all the potential in the world, could have been a Hall of Famer if he had played his cards right…and now he’s decided the best use of his skills and efforts is heckling me? Because he thinks I’m not motivated? That's not him. That's not the sort of man he is...at least, I thought it wasn't...it's hard to see your heroes fall is all I'm saying.”
Danielle nods, pursing her lips. Her arm moves, taking Andrew’s hand in hers, and she looks into his eyes, smiling.
“Andrew, during the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve never been someone who’s lacked for passion. I know you love wrestling, and everyone who watches you knows it. I think Doc’s jealous that no matter what the world throws at you, you keep on getting back up. It’s your blessing and your curse. Because even though you’re resilient, there are always going to be people that want to test just how resilient you are.”
Andrew sighs, nodding, and looks out the window.
“You’re right…as usual. Tell you what, for your expert advice, I’ll buy you lunch after we’re done here. But for now…”
The limo pulls up, and Andrew takes a deep breath before exhaling, grinning.
“Showtime.”
Cut to black.
“You think you’re doing this for my own good? You think that just because you got your win against me and I’m not setting the world ablaze, you’re obligated to go on some grand crusade to save me from myself? What a crock. The fact is, Doc, you’re like a schoolyard bully. You have a few people, including my former ally Roberto Verona, telling you you’re all that, you’re the best around, all that other hype. Fact is, you may have been somebody…but the emphasis is on the past tense there.”
“Here in nCw…what have you accomplished? What do you have to your name? A one-month Tag Title reign? A one-month Xtreme Title reign that got ended by a guy who got himself ****canned not three weeks later? You’ve got NOTHING. You’re riding on past achievements, and you have the arrogance to walk around talking about how I’m not living up to my potential? Screw you! You’re not living up to anything! That match with you, I was proud to have. I was proud to say I gave it my best against a motivated Doc. Unfortunately, I came out the loser. But this time…you aren’t just getting my best. You are getting everything I have.”
“I’m tired of being bullied and pushed around. I’m tired of sitting by and letting you run me down without saying a damn thing to you. This is it. Put up or shut up. If you think you can beat me again, you step into that ring and you give me everything you have, because nothing else will satisfy me. I want a match for the ages. I want a showstealing performance the likes of which nCw hasn’t seen in a long time. We tear down the house every time we step in the ring, but I want to blow them ALL out of the water! Todd and Xander? Adam and Alex? No. I want people to go home saying that Doc versus Andrew Jacobsen was the best match of the YEAR.”
“I don’t have to prove that I’m motivated to anyone. If you have eyes, you see it. The promotional work I do, the charity work, being out there every single week flying the nCw flag high…that’s important to me. The fans are the reason we have jobs. They pay our checks, they buy our merchandise and they sit in those stands, holding signs for us and cheering us. You think that I need to ignore the fans…you think they’re abandoning me? I don’t know about you, but I look around and I still see plenty of people cheering me. As for the rest of them…I guess I can win them over by pulling the best damn match I can out of you. How’s that for motivation?”
"I used to look up to you, Doc. I was inspired by you, in every single match you had, because you could always pull something new out of the bag of tricks. You were an icon for a reason, one of the best there was. But I've seen a darker side of you. I've seen the jealousy and the anger and the pettiness...and I'll admit I've been on the wrong side of that too. But you're a vivid reminder that at the end of the day, we're not gods. We're just men. And you're a bitter, jealous man...one that I'm going to have to put down."
“Doc…if this is what it takes to get the damn monkey off my back, I will do ANYTHING. I will kick and punch and suplex and dive and throw out everything in my arsenal to put you down. Last time we wrestled I had to be careful because I didn’t want to reinjure you. I still don’t want to put you on the shelf…but if a kick goes errant, I can only say you brought this on yourself. Doc, you bring the best you can. But I promise you…I’m going to bring that much more.”
Open on Andrew Jacobsen sitting in the back of a limo, wearing a suit and squirming a bit as the scenery passes by. He looks off camera, shaking his head and calling out.
“Are you sure I have to wear this monkey suit? Why couldn’t I just wear a nice shirt and pants?”
Danielle Chase calls back dismissively, the camera panning over to show her wearing a stunning dark blue dress and a mischievous grin on her face.
“Because this is a publicity event for a pay-per-view. You need to look your best, and frankly you look too damn good in a suit to not exploit that at least once. Now try to behave. The fans don’t deserve you being a grouch to them.”
Andrew opens his mouth to protest, but Danielle cuts him off again.
“And none of this “but he’s driving me to it.” You let Doc affect you that much, there’s no way you’ll be able to beat him at Metamorphosis. Now shut up and look pretty. You’re good at that.”
He hangs his head, shaking it, and rubs the bridge of his nose. Danielle’s gaze softens, and she scoots over, putting an arm around his shoulders as best she can.
“Something on your mind, Andy?”
He shakes his head, sighing, and looks over to her.
“It’s complicated. On the one hand I feel very confident that I’ll be able to prove Doc wrong. But on the other hand…I feel disappointed. Here’s a man with all the potential in the world, could have been a Hall of Famer if he had played his cards right…and now he’s decided the best use of his skills and efforts is heckling me? Because he thinks I’m not motivated? That's not him. That's not the sort of man he is...at least, I thought it wasn't...it's hard to see your heroes fall is all I'm saying.”
Danielle nods, pursing her lips. Her arm moves, taking Andrew’s hand in hers, and she looks into his eyes, smiling.
“Andrew, during the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve never been someone who’s lacked for passion. I know you love wrestling, and everyone who watches you knows it. I think Doc’s jealous that no matter what the world throws at you, you keep on getting back up. It’s your blessing and your curse. Because even though you’re resilient, there are always going to be people that want to test just how resilient you are.”
Andrew sighs, nodding, and looks out the window.
“You’re right…as usual. Tell you what, for your expert advice, I’ll buy you lunch after we’re done here. But for now…”
The limo pulls up, and Andrew takes a deep breath before exhaling, grinning.
“Showtime.”
Cut to black.
