Post by Jimmy Zane on Feb 15, 2009 7:59:12 GMT -6
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy Zane is sitting and watching the latest Nelly Angel promos, just to see what the kid is all about. Just to see if he is prepared for what is going to happen this week on Crossroads. Jimmy shakes his head, as he listens to Randy sing. That's when he just turns it off and turns to the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Boy, Nelly, you sure are in a pickle there, brother. I mean, you are acting kinda fruity, and your own brother thinks your gay. But then again, that song about being gay was gay, so maybe he is the one that's gay and is just trying to tell you something. Maybe you guys could team up and be the big gay twinkies or something. That would fit in PERFECTLY in the Revolution. I mean, all I see going on over there is a bunch of grab-assing anyway. You two would be in heaven! I mean, you could grab his ass, he could grab Knites ass. Knite could grab Kelly's ass. Kelly could dominate over you two. Make you a couple of tools of entertainment. I bet that would be nice. Perfect little storybook ending to your life. And when you are old and broken down from all the anal raping you have received over the years, you will be sitting out on the front porch of your house in a rocking chair, on a pillow mind you, looking out at the setting sun. And at that very moment in time, you will realize that you threw it all away. You were one of the best damn performer's in all of nCw and you effin through it away.
NEWS FLASH NELLY! It's time to grow up, brother. It's time to get your head out of your ass, pay attention to the things going on around you, and do what you gotta do. You can't just walk through life just care free with your head in sand. The line has been drawn. The gauntlet has been thrown down. Now is the time for stand up for what you believe in, Nelly. Now, if you believe in free love, and give peace a chance, and all that bogus, tree hugging hippy crap, then stand up for it. But if you stand for making nCw the best damn wrestling company on the planet, then stand up for it. Not just to me, but to everyone who is making a mockery of this company. To everyone who is taking us down into the dumps, and tearing this company apart. You got to see what's going on. If you don't see it, then you might be part of the problem. You might be a part of the solution, too. But only time will tell.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy gets up from the couch and walks over towards the kitchen. He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bottled wate. He then walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a gatorade drop in. He rips the package open and pours it into the water. He begins to shake it up as he walks back through the kitchen and into the living room. He sits in his favorite chair, and sets the water down.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
What would you say, Nelly, if I told you that you will not defeat me this week? What would you say if I told you I thought you were a damn liar. Well, I am calling you out, sir. You always have all this hoopla and bull**** about not wanting to be a champion. Not wanting to wear a title belt. Not wanting to feel the weight of the gold hanging around your waist. Well, all I can do is call bull****. You ever heard of the game, Nelly? Bull****? It's a card game, where the object isn't reading the cards, it's reading the person. Reading their body language, their vernacular, and even their breathing patterns. You see, you tend to get all wide eyed and excited when you talk about championships. That tells me that you would LOVE to be a champion and wear a title belt. Hell, any title belt will due, won't it Nelly? This week, it just happens to be my belt. Convenient for you, a little annoying to me, but whatever. You can't be a champion if you never defend your titles, right? So this week, at Crossroads, it's just you....me....and my title belt. If you think you can take it from me, come on down, brother, I will be waiting right in the middle of the ring.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy leans over and pulls a duffle bag from under his chair. He unzips it and pulls out the nCw X-Division title. He lays it across his lap and looks at it. He runs his hand across the name plate and then looks back at the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
You see this, Nelly. It says "Jimmy Zane". That means, that this belt belongs to me. This title was my destiny. Winning this title marked the first time in my life that I won a title in the same federation as my father. Even though my father isn't here anymore, this makes me feel closer to him. This makes me feel like he is proud of me, wherever he is. This is the one thing that makes people like you understand that I am not just some punk kid, but a second generation wrestler who is without a shadow of a doubt one of THE best damn wrestlers to ever set foot in the ring. ANY RING! Not just nCw, Nelly, but every place I have ever laced my boots up, I have been the best. From the Armed Forces Armories to the High School Gymnasiums, I have been the best in the room. From the fifty people shows to the twenty five thousand people shows, I have thrilled them all. There isn't a fan out there, who has ever watched one of my matches live, that has thought that I half assed it, or didn't give them their monies worth. This Sunday, at Crossroads, there won't be a single, solitary fan in the seats that will feel cheated when you and I get finished with our match. I promise you that you will be getting everything that I am, and everything that I have inside of me. I will be bringing a little backup too. Don't **** your pants just yet, Nelly. I will be bringing all those fans from the armories, bars, gymnasiums, and arenas with me. Their energy, and their passion, is what ignites me inside. This week, your dillusionary visions of greatness, will be cut short. Your dreams will turn into nightmares, and like the Captain of the Titanic, you will go down with your already sinking ship.
That, my friend, is just the way things are. That is just how it is going to go down. I am sure we will have a hell of a match. A HELL OF A MATCH! You are the good guy, and I am the bad guy, sort of. You are the fan favorite from all the polls out there. You got like 95% of the vote when ncwentertainment.com reached out to the fans to see who they thought would win this match. Good for you. Just a little footnote on those polls though, Nelly. In the last nine months, I have been chosen to win almost every single Pay Per View match I have been in, and have only won once. Not to ruin your hopes or dreams, but if that's what I gotta do to win, so be it. We all make sacrifices in life to get where we want to be. Some good. Some bad. I am not immune to sacrifice, Nelly. I have sacrificed for the good of the business my entire life. My dad taught me that. My dad taught me a lot of things about this business. The one thing he always told me was to never trust a Fox in Sheep's clothing.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy's look turns a little evil, and a lot pissed as he tosses the belt to the floor on top of the duffle he pulled it from. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. He looks directly into the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Little Kelly Fox, this on is for you, darling. My dad told me about you before he died. He told me all about how you were one of the most caniving, manipulative, backstabbing bitches in the wrestling business. I disagree. I think it's the whole damn planet. Look at you. You are running around like a little whore, flashing your **** all over nCw like you are Sharon Stone, and let's face it, you're not Sharon Stone! On top of that, you stabbed your OWN FATHER in the back. Now, your Father has been good to my family for a lot of years. I have always known him to be a good and decent man. He let's you take over the company for a while, and this is how you repay him? By destroying his dream? What the hell were you thinking? I hope you don't think these smoke and mirrors will last long, because the Leonard Fox I know is going to come crashing down on you like a tidal wave so heavy, you will crumble under the pressure and everything will return to what it was. The skies will be blue, the grass will be green, and you will be gone. Perfection at it's finest. Then there is your man-whore, Adam Knite.
Since you are such the controlling and forceful little skank that you are, you should real he-man bitch slap him a lot more. First, I heard he likes it, and secondly, you need to keep him in line. Adam, blackmailing someone to do your bidding because you are just way too chicken**** to take care of business yourself has got to be the most chicken**** thing I have ever heard of. Are you not ashamed? Are you not embaressed that you have soiled your name like a toddler soils a diaper? Your name is nothing but **** now backstage, and the boys in the back are getting a little tired of your bull****. They are getting tired of your power trip, and they are getting tired of you running your mouth about how great you are, when the bottom line is, if you were so great, you wouldn't have to force poor Homeless Harold into beating people up for you. That's just weak, and I hope you get close enough to me at Crossroads, because I wouldn't hesitate to break that nose that you look down at everyone else from.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy sits back in the chair, crossing his legs and begins to laugh. He places each hand on the arms of the chair as he begins to speak again.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Speaking of Homeless Harold, I hope you are doing well, brother. I have no hard feelings towards you. You don't wanna be outed, I get it. That's ok. Everyone knows who you are anyway. Nobody is fooled by your stupid mask. Nobody is wandering who you really are. We already know. This is not you, man. I have known you for so long, and I know this isn't you. Why are you scared to let everyone see who you truly are? Are you afraid that they won't accept you? Are you afraid that they will feel let down? Are you nuts? Are you a sack of nuts with ice cream frosting? Are you getting tired of the stupid questions? You are? GOOD! I am getting tired of your ****, man. Wake up, and smell the **** the Revolution as been shoveling into your mouth by the truck load. This has got to stop, and it has to stop now. I am here for you, if and when you decide you want help. Until then, stay out of my way, and keep your big nose out of my business, or else.
Now, I know a lot of you out there think that I am going to somehow drop this match to Nelly. Yeah, well I got new for all of you. **** YOU! Now get the hell out of my house!
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy gets up and opens the door. The camera flies out as the door slams behind him. The camera turns to the door, then fades to black as the lights in the house go out one by one.
Jimmy Zane is sitting and watching the latest Nelly Angel promos, just to see what the kid is all about. Just to see if he is prepared for what is going to happen this week on Crossroads. Jimmy shakes his head, as he listens to Randy sing. That's when he just turns it off and turns to the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Boy, Nelly, you sure are in a pickle there, brother. I mean, you are acting kinda fruity, and your own brother thinks your gay. But then again, that song about being gay was gay, so maybe he is the one that's gay and is just trying to tell you something. Maybe you guys could team up and be the big gay twinkies or something. That would fit in PERFECTLY in the Revolution. I mean, all I see going on over there is a bunch of grab-assing anyway. You two would be in heaven! I mean, you could grab his ass, he could grab Knites ass. Knite could grab Kelly's ass. Kelly could dominate over you two. Make you a couple of tools of entertainment. I bet that would be nice. Perfect little storybook ending to your life. And when you are old and broken down from all the anal raping you have received over the years, you will be sitting out on the front porch of your house in a rocking chair, on a pillow mind you, looking out at the setting sun. And at that very moment in time, you will realize that you threw it all away. You were one of the best damn performer's in all of nCw and you effin through it away.
NEWS FLASH NELLY! It's time to grow up, brother. It's time to get your head out of your ass, pay attention to the things going on around you, and do what you gotta do. You can't just walk through life just care free with your head in sand. The line has been drawn. The gauntlet has been thrown down. Now is the time for stand up for what you believe in, Nelly. Now, if you believe in free love, and give peace a chance, and all that bogus, tree hugging hippy crap, then stand up for it. But if you stand for making nCw the best damn wrestling company on the planet, then stand up for it. Not just to me, but to everyone who is making a mockery of this company. To everyone who is taking us down into the dumps, and tearing this company apart. You got to see what's going on. If you don't see it, then you might be part of the problem. You might be a part of the solution, too. But only time will tell.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy gets up from the couch and walks over towards the kitchen. He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bottled wate. He then walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a gatorade drop in. He rips the package open and pours it into the water. He begins to shake it up as he walks back through the kitchen and into the living room. He sits in his favorite chair, and sets the water down.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
What would you say, Nelly, if I told you that you will not defeat me this week? What would you say if I told you I thought you were a damn liar. Well, I am calling you out, sir. You always have all this hoopla and bull**** about not wanting to be a champion. Not wanting to wear a title belt. Not wanting to feel the weight of the gold hanging around your waist. Well, all I can do is call bull****. You ever heard of the game, Nelly? Bull****? It's a card game, where the object isn't reading the cards, it's reading the person. Reading their body language, their vernacular, and even their breathing patterns. You see, you tend to get all wide eyed and excited when you talk about championships. That tells me that you would LOVE to be a champion and wear a title belt. Hell, any title belt will due, won't it Nelly? This week, it just happens to be my belt. Convenient for you, a little annoying to me, but whatever. You can't be a champion if you never defend your titles, right? So this week, at Crossroads, it's just you....me....and my title belt. If you think you can take it from me, come on down, brother, I will be waiting right in the middle of the ring.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy leans over and pulls a duffle bag from under his chair. He unzips it and pulls out the nCw X-Division title. He lays it across his lap and looks at it. He runs his hand across the name plate and then looks back at the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
You see this, Nelly. It says "Jimmy Zane". That means, that this belt belongs to me. This title was my destiny. Winning this title marked the first time in my life that I won a title in the same federation as my father. Even though my father isn't here anymore, this makes me feel closer to him. This makes me feel like he is proud of me, wherever he is. This is the one thing that makes people like you understand that I am not just some punk kid, but a second generation wrestler who is without a shadow of a doubt one of THE best damn wrestlers to ever set foot in the ring. ANY RING! Not just nCw, Nelly, but every place I have ever laced my boots up, I have been the best. From the Armed Forces Armories to the High School Gymnasiums, I have been the best in the room. From the fifty people shows to the twenty five thousand people shows, I have thrilled them all. There isn't a fan out there, who has ever watched one of my matches live, that has thought that I half assed it, or didn't give them their monies worth. This Sunday, at Crossroads, there won't be a single, solitary fan in the seats that will feel cheated when you and I get finished with our match. I promise you that you will be getting everything that I am, and everything that I have inside of me. I will be bringing a little backup too. Don't **** your pants just yet, Nelly. I will be bringing all those fans from the armories, bars, gymnasiums, and arenas with me. Their energy, and their passion, is what ignites me inside. This week, your dillusionary visions of greatness, will be cut short. Your dreams will turn into nightmares, and like the Captain of the Titanic, you will go down with your already sinking ship.
That, my friend, is just the way things are. That is just how it is going to go down. I am sure we will have a hell of a match. A HELL OF A MATCH! You are the good guy, and I am the bad guy, sort of. You are the fan favorite from all the polls out there. You got like 95% of the vote when ncwentertainment.com reached out to the fans to see who they thought would win this match. Good for you. Just a little footnote on those polls though, Nelly. In the last nine months, I have been chosen to win almost every single Pay Per View match I have been in, and have only won once. Not to ruin your hopes or dreams, but if that's what I gotta do to win, so be it. We all make sacrifices in life to get where we want to be. Some good. Some bad. I am not immune to sacrifice, Nelly. I have sacrificed for the good of the business my entire life. My dad taught me that. My dad taught me a lot of things about this business. The one thing he always told me was to never trust a Fox in Sheep's clothing.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy's look turns a little evil, and a lot pissed as he tosses the belt to the floor on top of the duffle he pulled it from. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. He looks directly into the camera.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Little Kelly Fox, this on is for you, darling. My dad told me about you before he died. He told me all about how you were one of the most caniving, manipulative, backstabbing bitches in the wrestling business. I disagree. I think it's the whole damn planet. Look at you. You are running around like a little whore, flashing your **** all over nCw like you are Sharon Stone, and let's face it, you're not Sharon Stone! On top of that, you stabbed your OWN FATHER in the back. Now, your Father has been good to my family for a lot of years. I have always known him to be a good and decent man. He let's you take over the company for a while, and this is how you repay him? By destroying his dream? What the hell were you thinking? I hope you don't think these smoke and mirrors will last long, because the Leonard Fox I know is going to come crashing down on you like a tidal wave so heavy, you will crumble under the pressure and everything will return to what it was. The skies will be blue, the grass will be green, and you will be gone. Perfection at it's finest. Then there is your man-whore, Adam Knite.
Since you are such the controlling and forceful little skank that you are, you should real he-man bitch slap him a lot more. First, I heard he likes it, and secondly, you need to keep him in line. Adam, blackmailing someone to do your bidding because you are just way too chicken**** to take care of business yourself has got to be the most chicken**** thing I have ever heard of. Are you not ashamed? Are you not embaressed that you have soiled your name like a toddler soils a diaper? Your name is nothing but **** now backstage, and the boys in the back are getting a little tired of your bull****. They are getting tired of your power trip, and they are getting tired of you running your mouth about how great you are, when the bottom line is, if you were so great, you wouldn't have to force poor Homeless Harold into beating people up for you. That's just weak, and I hope you get close enough to me at Crossroads, because I wouldn't hesitate to break that nose that you look down at everyone else from.
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy sits back in the chair, crossing his legs and begins to laugh. He places each hand on the arms of the chair as he begins to speak again.
~{/JIMMY ZANE\}~
Speaking of Homeless Harold, I hope you are doing well, brother. I have no hard feelings towards you. You don't wanna be outed, I get it. That's ok. Everyone knows who you are anyway. Nobody is fooled by your stupid mask. Nobody is wandering who you really are. We already know. This is not you, man. I have known you for so long, and I know this isn't you. Why are you scared to let everyone see who you truly are? Are you afraid that they won't accept you? Are you afraid that they will feel let down? Are you nuts? Are you a sack of nuts with ice cream frosting? Are you getting tired of the stupid questions? You are? GOOD! I am getting tired of your ****, man. Wake up, and smell the **** the Revolution as been shoveling into your mouth by the truck load. This has got to stop, and it has to stop now. I am here for you, if and when you decide you want help. Until then, stay out of my way, and keep your big nose out of my business, or else.
Now, I know a lot of you out there think that I am going to somehow drop this match to Nelly. Yeah, well I got new for all of you. **** YOU! Now get the hell out of my house!
~{/SETTING\}~
Jimmy gets up and opens the door. The camera flies out as the door slams behind him. The camera turns to the door, then fades to black as the lights in the house go out one by one.