Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Jun 16, 2012 17:09:15 GMT -6
”I only have so many words. There are only so many terms in the English language that I can use to describe you…and the list shrinks every day. Every single time you appear, you go to new levels of depravity. Yanking my brother around like a dog on a leash. Taunting him and his family, knowing he couldn’t do a damn thing. Holding his well-being over both of our heads. Beating him down and hospitalizing him. Ambushing me. And then, just when I thought you wouldn’t have anything else in the twisted bag of tricks, you invade…a hospital.”
“You step foot in a house of healing, and you try to salt the wounds. Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t as bad off as you thought I was. You aren’t human anymore. You’re not a competitor that I have to respect. You’re an animal I need to put down. You lost any chance of being respected or treated as anything but a target when you stepped into that hospital room. I’ve said before that you’re getting to me. You’ve been making me more like you. Well, thank you. Thank you for making me realize something very important, Will. I will NEVER be like you.”
“I will never sink to your depths. I don’t attack people’s families. I don’t hunt down people in the hospital and try to permanently cripple them. My differences are settled in that ring. At least, they usually are. Steve Awesome didn’t sink to the depths you did. Think about that for a second. Steve Awesome, possibly the biggest son of a bitch this company has ever seen, didn’t sink to your level. He didn’t lower himself to this. I don’t know what that says about either of you, to be honest…and I don’t know if you want to know.”
“You can talk about how you’re the better man because you don’t have any restraints. You can preach your gospel of ruthlessness and disturbed anger all you like. But the facts are, you resort to these underhanded tactics because you’ve realized that one on one, if you had to fight me fairly…you wouldn’t win. You need all the advantages you can get…so here. No disqualifications. No count-outs. Nobody but you and me. If you can get me to submit, then you get me to submit. But that’s unlikely. I…no, it’s not going to happen. I can’t. Not after all of this.”
“No, what’s going to happen is that I’m going to squeeze the life out of you. I’m going to choke the air from your lungs and make you gasp, flail, and struggle before you pass out. I want you to suffer every moment for the hell you’ve put my family through. You’ve tried to cost us everything. Our dignity, our sanity, the people we hold dear…you hospitalized my brother. You drove away my manager, my friend. I’ve got nobody now. And you still have your loving, supporting fiancée. Do you know what I’ll do to her, Will? Do you know what I’m going to do to her?”
“I’m going to do what you did to me. I’m going to make her see a loved one get systematically picked apart, left in agony. Only, I’m not going to go after her. I’m going to leave it there. All I need to do is make you remember that you’re mortal, Will. You’re no paragon…you’re just a pariah. And I will do just that when I lock you into the Lock and Dam and crank back until you can’t take it anymore. I must break you, Will. Not just for Rick. Not just for his family. But for me. I need this closure. I need it so desperately. And I can’t afford to let you run loose. I have to put you down…that’s all there is to it.”
“Call this whatever you want. Call it a public execution, call it the final step in some grand scheme or plot, at the end of the day this is going to be a brutal fight. We left behind the honor and pageantry of the wrestling ring a long time ago. This is the only way we can settle the score. Blood will be shed. Every weapon imaginable will be used. And at the end of it all, one of us will be left standing and the other will be lucky to be walking. I am going to win. Plain and simple. There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me. Judgment day is here, Will. Time to answer for your sins.”[/color]
We open on Andrew Jacobsen sitting in the hospital room where, not too long ago, Will Washington attempted to assault both him and his brother. Rick lays in bed, holding his ribs. Andrew shakes his head, looking over at Rick before glancing to the door. His father Jason and another large man stand outside, looking down the hall. Andrew sighs, shaking his head.
”Damnit…I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want you to get hurt. If I had known Will would…would…”
Rick raises a massive hand, Andrew falling silent. He shakes his head, grimacing as he shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position. He looks towards the door before looking back at his younger brother.
”Andy. You had no idea. You couldn’t have. Dude, at this point all I want is for you to beat the ever-lovin’ crap out of that miserable slimeball. Just wish I could do it myself...agh!”
The big lumberjack winces, holding his ribs as a spasm of pain shoots through his body. Andrew winces, nodding to Rick, and sighing as he runs a hand through his hair.
”I know, man…we need him out of our lives. Hopefully I can send the message that he won’t be able to screw with us…Rick, I wish I could stay with ya, but I don’t want to be jetlagged at the pay-per-view…I spoke with the nurse at the front desk, and if you want they’ll hook up a feed so you can watch. Y’know, if you want…crap, I didn’t realize how egotistical that sounded until just there…”
The big man chuckles, wincing again, but he reaches over and claps Andrew on the shoulder, shaking him slightly.
”Andy. Big guy. Don’t worry. I want to see Washington get his ass kicked live. You go out there and you do what you do. Good luck, man.”
Andrew nods, standing, and pats Rick’s shoulder again, walking towards the door. He pauses, though, when Rick speaks up again.
”I guess I gave you something…something to avenge…”
A moment passes before Andrew looks back at Rick, baffled.
”…I thought you hadn’t seen The Avengers. Hell, I thought you hadn’t seen Iron Man.”
Rick shrugs, attempting to look innocent and failing miserably.
”You think I have anything better to do laid up in here?”
Andrew can’t help but laugh, shaking his head and chuckling as he walks out the door. Both men look to Andrew, and the other man, a large, dark-haired older man in a leather jacket, speaks in a low rumble.
”’ey yo. He doin’ okay?”
Andrew nods, looking somewhat defeated. Jason reaches over and pulls his son into a sidelong hug. He grins down at the (much) shorter, younger Jacobsen, punching him in the arm playfully with his free hand.
”Andrew. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’ve got a chance to get one back. I know you can do this. We’re all behind you. Why the hell do you think I got your lazy good-for-nothing Uncle Keith to help me keep an eye out for trouble?”
The other man looks at Jason with an expression of feigned shock, shaking his head.
”You always badmouth me, man. The kid ain’t gonna have no respect for me if you keep that up. He will if he knows better, though. You know to respect yer Uncle Keith, right?”
Andrew looks somewhat annoyed at his uncle’s antics, but he can’t stifle the grin that spreads across his face. He nods, and Keith grins, pulling his nephew in for a bearhug. He squeezes it for a moment, stepping back, and shakes his head.
”We don’t see each other enough, y’know? We gotta get together sometime. Have a beer, talk about sh—stuff, y’know. Bond. Hell, you guys can come up to the cabin and we can go fishing. How ‘bout it?”
Andrew smirks, nodding his head, and looks at his father and uncle before sighing. He looks towards the door for a moment.
”Dad…Uncle Keith…I’d love to, but…I can’t think about any of that right now. I gotta prove myself to someone…and I have to put an animal down. You guys keep an eye on Rick for me, make sure he gets back home to Cassandra…and for the love of crap, make sure Molly doesn’t watch the pay-per-view. Please, I’m begging you.”
He turns and begins to walk away as the two older men look at each other, confused. Jason calls after his son.
”Why’s that, Andy?”
AJ replies without turning around or even slowing his stride.
”Because I don’t want her to see what I’m going to do to him.”
Andrew walks out the door, turning and walking towards the parking lot. Jason and Keith look to each other for a moment, an unspoken worry flashing between them, and they step back to flank the door, trying to put the inevitable thoughts out of their minds as we fade out.
“You step foot in a house of healing, and you try to salt the wounds. Unfortunately for you, I wasn’t as bad off as you thought I was. You aren’t human anymore. You’re not a competitor that I have to respect. You’re an animal I need to put down. You lost any chance of being respected or treated as anything but a target when you stepped into that hospital room. I’ve said before that you’re getting to me. You’ve been making me more like you. Well, thank you. Thank you for making me realize something very important, Will. I will NEVER be like you.”
“I will never sink to your depths. I don’t attack people’s families. I don’t hunt down people in the hospital and try to permanently cripple them. My differences are settled in that ring. At least, they usually are. Steve Awesome didn’t sink to the depths you did. Think about that for a second. Steve Awesome, possibly the biggest son of a bitch this company has ever seen, didn’t sink to your level. He didn’t lower himself to this. I don’t know what that says about either of you, to be honest…and I don’t know if you want to know.”
“You can talk about how you’re the better man because you don’t have any restraints. You can preach your gospel of ruthlessness and disturbed anger all you like. But the facts are, you resort to these underhanded tactics because you’ve realized that one on one, if you had to fight me fairly…you wouldn’t win. You need all the advantages you can get…so here. No disqualifications. No count-outs. Nobody but you and me. If you can get me to submit, then you get me to submit. But that’s unlikely. I…no, it’s not going to happen. I can’t. Not after all of this.”
“No, what’s going to happen is that I’m going to squeeze the life out of you. I’m going to choke the air from your lungs and make you gasp, flail, and struggle before you pass out. I want you to suffer every moment for the hell you’ve put my family through. You’ve tried to cost us everything. Our dignity, our sanity, the people we hold dear…you hospitalized my brother. You drove away my manager, my friend. I’ve got nobody now. And you still have your loving, supporting fiancée. Do you know what I’ll do to her, Will? Do you know what I’m going to do to her?”
“I’m going to do what you did to me. I’m going to make her see a loved one get systematically picked apart, left in agony. Only, I’m not going to go after her. I’m going to leave it there. All I need to do is make you remember that you’re mortal, Will. You’re no paragon…you’re just a pariah. And I will do just that when I lock you into the Lock and Dam and crank back until you can’t take it anymore. I must break you, Will. Not just for Rick. Not just for his family. But for me. I need this closure. I need it so desperately. And I can’t afford to let you run loose. I have to put you down…that’s all there is to it.”
“Call this whatever you want. Call it a public execution, call it the final step in some grand scheme or plot, at the end of the day this is going to be a brutal fight. We left behind the honor and pageantry of the wrestling ring a long time ago. This is the only way we can settle the score. Blood will be shed. Every weapon imaginable will be used. And at the end of it all, one of us will be left standing and the other will be lucky to be walking. I am going to win. Plain and simple. There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me. Judgment day is here, Will. Time to answer for your sins.”[/color]
We open on Andrew Jacobsen sitting in the hospital room where, not too long ago, Will Washington attempted to assault both him and his brother. Rick lays in bed, holding his ribs. Andrew shakes his head, looking over at Rick before glancing to the door. His father Jason and another large man stand outside, looking down the hall. Andrew sighs, shaking his head.
”Damnit…I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want you to get hurt. If I had known Will would…would…”
Rick raises a massive hand, Andrew falling silent. He shakes his head, grimacing as he shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position. He looks towards the door before looking back at his younger brother.
”Andy. You had no idea. You couldn’t have. Dude, at this point all I want is for you to beat the ever-lovin’ crap out of that miserable slimeball. Just wish I could do it myself...agh!”
The big lumberjack winces, holding his ribs as a spasm of pain shoots through his body. Andrew winces, nodding to Rick, and sighing as he runs a hand through his hair.
”I know, man…we need him out of our lives. Hopefully I can send the message that he won’t be able to screw with us…Rick, I wish I could stay with ya, but I don’t want to be jetlagged at the pay-per-view…I spoke with the nurse at the front desk, and if you want they’ll hook up a feed so you can watch. Y’know, if you want…crap, I didn’t realize how egotistical that sounded until just there…”
The big man chuckles, wincing again, but he reaches over and claps Andrew on the shoulder, shaking him slightly.
”Andy. Big guy. Don’t worry. I want to see Washington get his ass kicked live. You go out there and you do what you do. Good luck, man.”
Andrew nods, standing, and pats Rick’s shoulder again, walking towards the door. He pauses, though, when Rick speaks up again.
”I guess I gave you something…something to avenge…”
A moment passes before Andrew looks back at Rick, baffled.
”…I thought you hadn’t seen The Avengers. Hell, I thought you hadn’t seen Iron Man.”
Rick shrugs, attempting to look innocent and failing miserably.
”You think I have anything better to do laid up in here?”
Andrew can’t help but laugh, shaking his head and chuckling as he walks out the door. Both men look to Andrew, and the other man, a large, dark-haired older man in a leather jacket, speaks in a low rumble.
”’ey yo. He doin’ okay?”
Andrew nods, looking somewhat defeated. Jason reaches over and pulls his son into a sidelong hug. He grins down at the (much) shorter, younger Jacobsen, punching him in the arm playfully with his free hand.
”Andrew. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’ve got a chance to get one back. I know you can do this. We’re all behind you. Why the hell do you think I got your lazy good-for-nothing Uncle Keith to help me keep an eye out for trouble?”
The other man looks at Jason with an expression of feigned shock, shaking his head.
”You always badmouth me, man. The kid ain’t gonna have no respect for me if you keep that up. He will if he knows better, though. You know to respect yer Uncle Keith, right?”
Andrew looks somewhat annoyed at his uncle’s antics, but he can’t stifle the grin that spreads across his face. He nods, and Keith grins, pulling his nephew in for a bearhug. He squeezes it for a moment, stepping back, and shakes his head.
”We don’t see each other enough, y’know? We gotta get together sometime. Have a beer, talk about sh—stuff, y’know. Bond. Hell, you guys can come up to the cabin and we can go fishing. How ‘bout it?”
Andrew smirks, nodding his head, and looks at his father and uncle before sighing. He looks towards the door for a moment.
”Dad…Uncle Keith…I’d love to, but…I can’t think about any of that right now. I gotta prove myself to someone…and I have to put an animal down. You guys keep an eye on Rick for me, make sure he gets back home to Cassandra…and for the love of crap, make sure Molly doesn’t watch the pay-per-view. Please, I’m begging you.”
He turns and begins to walk away as the two older men look at each other, confused. Jason calls after his son.
”Why’s that, Andy?”
AJ replies without turning around or even slowing his stride.
”Because I don’t want her to see what I’m going to do to him.”
Andrew walks out the door, turning and walking towards the parking lot. Jason and Keith look to each other for a moment, an unspoken worry flashing between them, and they step back to flank the door, trying to put the inevitable thoughts out of their minds as we fade out.
