Post by Jimmy Zane on Dec 5, 2008 9:34:26 GMT -6
~{/SETTING\}~
The scene opens with Jimmy Zane sitting in the media room in his home near New Orleans. He is going over footage and film from previous matches with Phillip Burns, and studying his every move when he gets a text from Xander to turn the TV on. He does so, and flips over to nCw Television to see Phillip Burns sitting in front of the camera rambling on and on about how he is an original, and Jimmy needs to decide who he is and just be that because what he is right now isn't good enough. He listens to him ramble on...and on....and on....and on until he gets to an interesting segue. No Weapons he says! He won't use anything in an XTREME RULES match. Interesting to say the least. Downright intriguing actually. His rant finally comes to an end as he fumbles around yanking his microphone off and leaving the view of the camera as it fades to black. Jimmy sits there a moment, taking it all in. All of Phillip Burns wonderful ... Glory? He snickers to himself before turning his attention to the camera in his home.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Burns, I am impressed. You came out and did exactly what you do best. Talk about yourself. Wow, what a big shock that was! Oh, I'm sorry, pardon my sarcasm. You know, I honestly thought you were going to come out and do something original after that whole speech about how you are original and you know who you are, etcetera, etcetera, I figured you would say something original. Well, I guess not. I will not deny that I have had multiple gimmicks. But you yourself caused those changes in personality, my friend. You see, all those months back, when you dropped me on my head, the head trauma caused a reality break for me in which I totally lost my sense of reality. I still knew who I was as far as the doctor's could tell, but I would have extended episodes of fantasy causing me to change from person to person. I am happy to report, however, that I am fine now. With the help of my doctors, friends and family I have been able to feel normal again. I have been able to get a good grasp on who I am. And that is a good thing. Sadly, however, it seems as though you have caught a bit of what I had. Well, as far as your sense of reality goes, anyway.
You see, Burns, I am comfortable and happy with who I am. I don't need flashy clothes, and expensive sunglasses and all the utter bull**** you surround yourself with, to make me feel good about who I am. Now, I know you are somewhat hindered by the company you keep, but that, my friend, is a self inflicted case of the dumbass. I used to have that too, his name was Gibby, the original funny man of wrestling. But he and I have parted ways for the time being so that I can prove to him, Xander, nCw Management, you, Mike Honcho, your mom, your sister, and even your little brother, that I am one of the best there is. You know, you hit the nail on the head, Burns. I am a wrestler, and a damn good one at that, brother. And this Sunday night, at Transgression, you will find out just how good I am. You see, most of this business is physical, it's a physical sport. But there is a part of it, Burns, that is mental as well. Now, I know you are a little slow, so let me break it down for you in lehman's terms....errr, I'm sorry, I meant normal, simple, and easy to understand words. That means that you also have to use your head a little bit, and Burnsy, you just aren't doing that, my friend. I might have had some mental issues, but you, sir, are mentally unstable and should seek medical attention.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy shifts in his seat and wipes his face with his hands. He gets a big grin on his face as he leans forward, placing both elbows on his knees as he clasps his hands together. He shakes his head from side to side and then looks up into the camera again.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
I mean, really, Burns. What kind of freaking moron would really think its a good idea to walk into an XTREME RULES MATCH for the XTREME TITLE and vow not to use a single weapon. Now, I am sure it was your attempt to bait me into saying that I wouldn't use any weapons, or whatever. And I can really understand that you are scared and frightened of what I am going to do to you with those weapons. Again, understandable. I won't vow not to use any weapons. Chairs? Damn right. Ladder? Absolutely! Barbed Wire? Not generally, but in your case, I will make an exception. As a matter of fact, let's go ahead and throw a sledgehammer, tables, 2'x4"s, baseball bats, trashcans, trashcan lids, and any other item I can find on my way to the ring in there. I can honestly say that I am sick and tired of hearing your garbage, and the sad part is, you have only filmed one promo this week. I think you had me beaten down at "First off". I mean really, Burns, it appears your hypocrocy knows no bounds. You have tried so hard, for so long, to become an integral part of nCw that you would even stoop to joining the "Resistance". I am so confident in who I am that, honestly, I don't need the resistance or the Age of Revolution. Jimmy Zane is his own man, brother, and it's high time you realize exactly who it is you are getting in the ring with this weekend.
~{/SETTING\}~
Stands up, walking over to a wall full of pictures. He stands there smiling at the pictures as the camera man scans the wall seeing scenes of glory past. He begins pointing out pictures to the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
You see this one, Burns? This is one of my father when he won his first World Title. You know, it's funny how you say that you, and nobody else in the locker room really knows or cares about my fahter. And that may be true on some level. But let me give you a quick history lesson, boys. If it wasn't for my father, NONE OF US would be working in nCw. Because it was MY FATHER, not Leonard or Kelly Fox, that started this company way back when. Remember that every time you get a paycheck from "New Championship Wrestling". It was my father who defeated Reckless Jack, now known as Brad Kane, in the very first main event here and then gracefully declined the invitation to the very first every Road to the Gold Tournament so that the younger generation of wrestlers had the opportunity to carry this company. Lance Ryan, a man I have a ton of respect for, went on to become that Champion. Possibly the greatest champion we have had in nCw thus far, so please, don't for one damn minute think that he means nothing to this company.
~{/SETTING\}~
Pointing to another picture of himself in the middle of the ring. Bloodied and beaten, lying next to the Corpse.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
And this one here, this was a hell of a night for me. Although it was in another company against another competitor, there is one resounding significance to this picture. This was the night I became WORLD CHAMPION! Yes, you are right, it wasn't here in nCw, and it wasn't against the greatest competition, but I was World Champion, nonetheless. You may be asking, what's the significance of this event? What the hell does that have to do with nCw? Well, I will tell you, so you don't strain yourself wondering. Just moments after this picture was taken, nCw's own ADAM KNITE came down to the ring, and robbed me of my World Title. For that, there is no forgiveness. I respect everything that man has ever done in nCw and any other company he has worked in. He is a multi-time World Champion, and has held every belt on this planet. The other significance to nCw, and more importantly to you, is that it shows that I have climbed to the highest mountain top before, and I will do it again. The next step on that quest, is you, Burns. Now, you can call my statements tired rhetoric all you want, but remember that I am trying to talk on a level that you can understand, because I don't want there to be ANY misunderstandings on what exactly it is that I plan on accomplishing this weekend at Transgression.
The funny part is, I actually feel sorry for you, Burns. Because you think so highly of yourself, yet you have to put on this charade of actually having confidence that you can beat me. You know, the thing that cracks me up the most is you talk about how I downplay your win and how I always talk about destroying you, and all. Yet, the only thing you can seem to mention in your promos is how I wore clown makeup over 5 months ago. Dude, seriously, if you can, please by all means, come up with something original. According to you, you are as original as it gets, yet, in your last four promos, it's all you can talk about. Are you jealous? Do you really want to have a reason to wear make-up? Dude, if you wanna wear make-up, that's your business. Go ahead, it's not hurting me in the least. You seem to have a preoccupation with it, so I say go for it.
~{/SETTING\}~
JimmY Zane walks down the hall of his home with his hands behind his back, pondering his match this Sunday. The carnage is sure to be unfathomable, and the sites and sound will be caught on tape for all the world to see and relive time and time again. The camera follows him to a room near the front of the house. It's a sitting room with chairs all around. The chairs are all different shapes, sizes, textures. He smiles as he walks over to the large plush leather reading chair and sits down in it. As he does, he looks around the room and begins talking to the camera once again.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Burns, since you have such an interest in my many personalities, you would find this room intriguing. You see, there is a chair in here for each of my many personalities. Different shades of color and textures. Different styles. What you don't realize is that a lot of good exists in having a lot of different styles in your home. It shows a great deal of change and passion. A true flare for the original. The same goes for wrestling, Burns. I have many different styles, it's true. I can wrestle you in any way you want to wrestle, and still come out on top. From hardcore extreme matches, to technical, to even powerhouse matches, Jimmy Zane can do it all. You have to be versatile in this business, Burns. You see, you can talk about how I am cookie cutter, and trying to fit into a box for someone else all you want. Because the truth behind it all, is that I am the original, and you are the square peg in the square hole. Now, I know I am not exactly in the perfect position to ask for a favor, but I am going to ask anyway. This Sunday, please, and I am begging you please, bring your very best, because it will be my pleasure to beat you at your very best, just so that I can prove to the world that you, not me, is the fake around here.
Wrestlers come and wrestlers go in today's business, Burns. Good ones, bad ones, great ones, and not so great ones. This weekend will be no different. The great one will come, yes, that's me. And the Not so great one, will go, yes, that's you. Keep in mind, that your title means nothing to me, Burns. Your downfall does. Winning the belt is just gravy. So, understand me, Burns. I will say it one last time, plain and clear, just for you. (whispering into the camera) REAP THE WHIRLWIND!
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy Zane lets out a maniacal laugh as he sits in his chair. The scene fades to black as his laugh echoes in the background.
The scene opens with Jimmy Zane sitting in the media room in his home near New Orleans. He is going over footage and film from previous matches with Phillip Burns, and studying his every move when he gets a text from Xander to turn the TV on. He does so, and flips over to nCw Television to see Phillip Burns sitting in front of the camera rambling on and on about how he is an original, and Jimmy needs to decide who he is and just be that because what he is right now isn't good enough. He listens to him ramble on...and on....and on....and on until he gets to an interesting segue. No Weapons he says! He won't use anything in an XTREME RULES match. Interesting to say the least. Downright intriguing actually. His rant finally comes to an end as he fumbles around yanking his microphone off and leaving the view of the camera as it fades to black. Jimmy sits there a moment, taking it all in. All of Phillip Burns wonderful ... Glory? He snickers to himself before turning his attention to the camera in his home.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Burns, I am impressed. You came out and did exactly what you do best. Talk about yourself. Wow, what a big shock that was! Oh, I'm sorry, pardon my sarcasm. You know, I honestly thought you were going to come out and do something original after that whole speech about how you are original and you know who you are, etcetera, etcetera, I figured you would say something original. Well, I guess not. I will not deny that I have had multiple gimmicks. But you yourself caused those changes in personality, my friend. You see, all those months back, when you dropped me on my head, the head trauma caused a reality break for me in which I totally lost my sense of reality. I still knew who I was as far as the doctor's could tell, but I would have extended episodes of fantasy causing me to change from person to person. I am happy to report, however, that I am fine now. With the help of my doctors, friends and family I have been able to feel normal again. I have been able to get a good grasp on who I am. And that is a good thing. Sadly, however, it seems as though you have caught a bit of what I had. Well, as far as your sense of reality goes, anyway.
You see, Burns, I am comfortable and happy with who I am. I don't need flashy clothes, and expensive sunglasses and all the utter bull**** you surround yourself with, to make me feel good about who I am. Now, I know you are somewhat hindered by the company you keep, but that, my friend, is a self inflicted case of the dumbass. I used to have that too, his name was Gibby, the original funny man of wrestling. But he and I have parted ways for the time being so that I can prove to him, Xander, nCw Management, you, Mike Honcho, your mom, your sister, and even your little brother, that I am one of the best there is. You know, you hit the nail on the head, Burns. I am a wrestler, and a damn good one at that, brother. And this Sunday night, at Transgression, you will find out just how good I am. You see, most of this business is physical, it's a physical sport. But there is a part of it, Burns, that is mental as well. Now, I know you are a little slow, so let me break it down for you in lehman's terms....errr, I'm sorry, I meant normal, simple, and easy to understand words. That means that you also have to use your head a little bit, and Burnsy, you just aren't doing that, my friend. I might have had some mental issues, but you, sir, are mentally unstable and should seek medical attention.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy shifts in his seat and wipes his face with his hands. He gets a big grin on his face as he leans forward, placing both elbows on his knees as he clasps his hands together. He shakes his head from side to side and then looks up into the camera again.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
I mean, really, Burns. What kind of freaking moron would really think its a good idea to walk into an XTREME RULES MATCH for the XTREME TITLE and vow not to use a single weapon. Now, I am sure it was your attempt to bait me into saying that I wouldn't use any weapons, or whatever. And I can really understand that you are scared and frightened of what I am going to do to you with those weapons. Again, understandable. I won't vow not to use any weapons. Chairs? Damn right. Ladder? Absolutely! Barbed Wire? Not generally, but in your case, I will make an exception. As a matter of fact, let's go ahead and throw a sledgehammer, tables, 2'x4"s, baseball bats, trashcans, trashcan lids, and any other item I can find on my way to the ring in there. I can honestly say that I am sick and tired of hearing your garbage, and the sad part is, you have only filmed one promo this week. I think you had me beaten down at "First off". I mean really, Burns, it appears your hypocrocy knows no bounds. You have tried so hard, for so long, to become an integral part of nCw that you would even stoop to joining the "Resistance". I am so confident in who I am that, honestly, I don't need the resistance or the Age of Revolution. Jimmy Zane is his own man, brother, and it's high time you realize exactly who it is you are getting in the ring with this weekend.
~{/SETTING\}~
Stands up, walking over to a wall full of pictures. He stands there smiling at the pictures as the camera man scans the wall seeing scenes of glory past. He begins pointing out pictures to the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
You see this one, Burns? This is one of my father when he won his first World Title. You know, it's funny how you say that you, and nobody else in the locker room really knows or cares about my fahter. And that may be true on some level. But let me give you a quick history lesson, boys. If it wasn't for my father, NONE OF US would be working in nCw. Because it was MY FATHER, not Leonard or Kelly Fox, that started this company way back when. Remember that every time you get a paycheck from "New Championship Wrestling". It was my father who defeated Reckless Jack, now known as Brad Kane, in the very first main event here and then gracefully declined the invitation to the very first every Road to the Gold Tournament so that the younger generation of wrestlers had the opportunity to carry this company. Lance Ryan, a man I have a ton of respect for, went on to become that Champion. Possibly the greatest champion we have had in nCw thus far, so please, don't for one damn minute think that he means nothing to this company.
~{/SETTING\}~
Pointing to another picture of himself in the middle of the ring. Bloodied and beaten, lying next to the Corpse.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
And this one here, this was a hell of a night for me. Although it was in another company against another competitor, there is one resounding significance to this picture. This was the night I became WORLD CHAMPION! Yes, you are right, it wasn't here in nCw, and it wasn't against the greatest competition, but I was World Champion, nonetheless. You may be asking, what's the significance of this event? What the hell does that have to do with nCw? Well, I will tell you, so you don't strain yourself wondering. Just moments after this picture was taken, nCw's own ADAM KNITE came down to the ring, and robbed me of my World Title. For that, there is no forgiveness. I respect everything that man has ever done in nCw and any other company he has worked in. He is a multi-time World Champion, and has held every belt on this planet. The other significance to nCw, and more importantly to you, is that it shows that I have climbed to the highest mountain top before, and I will do it again. The next step on that quest, is you, Burns. Now, you can call my statements tired rhetoric all you want, but remember that I am trying to talk on a level that you can understand, because I don't want there to be ANY misunderstandings on what exactly it is that I plan on accomplishing this weekend at Transgression.
The funny part is, I actually feel sorry for you, Burns. Because you think so highly of yourself, yet you have to put on this charade of actually having confidence that you can beat me. You know, the thing that cracks me up the most is you talk about how I downplay your win and how I always talk about destroying you, and all. Yet, the only thing you can seem to mention in your promos is how I wore clown makeup over 5 months ago. Dude, seriously, if you can, please by all means, come up with something original. According to you, you are as original as it gets, yet, in your last four promos, it's all you can talk about. Are you jealous? Do you really want to have a reason to wear make-up? Dude, if you wanna wear make-up, that's your business. Go ahead, it's not hurting me in the least. You seem to have a preoccupation with it, so I say go for it.
~{/SETTING\}~
JimmY Zane walks down the hall of his home with his hands behind his back, pondering his match this Sunday. The carnage is sure to be unfathomable, and the sites and sound will be caught on tape for all the world to see and relive time and time again. The camera follows him to a room near the front of the house. It's a sitting room with chairs all around. The chairs are all different shapes, sizes, textures. He smiles as he walks over to the large plush leather reading chair and sits down in it. As he does, he looks around the room and begins talking to the camera once again.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Burns, since you have such an interest in my many personalities, you would find this room intriguing. You see, there is a chair in here for each of my many personalities. Different shades of color and textures. Different styles. What you don't realize is that a lot of good exists in having a lot of different styles in your home. It shows a great deal of change and passion. A true flare for the original. The same goes for wrestling, Burns. I have many different styles, it's true. I can wrestle you in any way you want to wrestle, and still come out on top. From hardcore extreme matches, to technical, to even powerhouse matches, Jimmy Zane can do it all. You have to be versatile in this business, Burns. You see, you can talk about how I am cookie cutter, and trying to fit into a box for someone else all you want. Because the truth behind it all, is that I am the original, and you are the square peg in the square hole. Now, I know I am not exactly in the perfect position to ask for a favor, but I am going to ask anyway. This Sunday, please, and I am begging you please, bring your very best, because it will be my pleasure to beat you at your very best, just so that I can prove to the world that you, not me, is the fake around here.
Wrestlers come and wrestlers go in today's business, Burns. Good ones, bad ones, great ones, and not so great ones. This weekend will be no different. The great one will come, yes, that's me. And the Not so great one, will go, yes, that's you. Keep in mind, that your title means nothing to me, Burns. Your downfall does. Winning the belt is just gravy. So, understand me, Burns. I will say it one last time, plain and clear, just for you. (whispering into the camera) REAP THE WHIRLWIND!
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy Zane lets out a maniacal laugh as he sits in his chair. The scene fades to black as his laugh echoes in the background.