Post by Jimmy Zane on Aug 4, 2009 12:41:37 GMT -6
(The scene opens to see Jimmy Zane sitting in his office with his feet up on his desk, leaning back. He is staring up at his nice flat screen mounted to the wall. On the screen is The Ace doing his best Bill Nye the Science Guy impression.)
(He listens to Ace drone on and on.....and on.....and on......and on... about how Jimmy's father, and how nobody cares about his death, yadda yadda yadda. Then he listens to him, some more, about the same thing. And a few minutes later, yep, you guessed it, the same thing. Then he has the unmitigated audacity to compare himself with the Punisher.)
[Wow. Really. Wow.]
(Ace continues on, and then goes into his little science project that is meant to be funny, however, it only draws a slight response out of Jimmy. He sits there, painfully, listening to Ace and his "Scientific Explaination" of how he came up with the name for the match.)
[Really? Was that necessary? A fifteen minute dissertation on the origin of the NAME of a match. Dear lord, help me.]
(Mercifully, the promo ends and fades to black. Jimmy grabs his remote and turns the TV off. He rubs his eyes and massages his temples to relieve the inorbinate amount of pain pulsing through his head from the sound of Ace's voice. He closes his eyes a minute and rubs his head. He opens them and grabs a mini-dvd and puts it in his video camera. He sets it all up and grabs the remote to his camera. He presses record and looks directly into the camera.)
Wow. That was...(pauses with sarcastic look on his face) AWESOME. The history of the science of the choice of the name. Way to, well, waste mine and every one else's time, Ace. You know you are really a piece of work. You come on your little promo and run your mouth about my father like that's supposed to get me off my game, or piss me off or whatever. Then you go on and on and on and on and on about it until my ears began to bleed. Then, as if to demonstrate your superior brain power, you go all Quincy on me and give me a biology lesson on how you came up with the name of this match. Was all that really necessary? Seriously?
(Jimmy pauses and a slight grin comes across his face.)
The only thing you said that I could give a rat's ass about is...well, nothing. You see, Ace, you can say what you want about my ability, my mind, my father, my family...
(Slight Pause)
Hell, you can even talk about my three dogs, my butler's cat, my neighbors kids, but don't you ever, and I mean EVER talk about monkeys that way again, buster! Talking about monkeys in relation to anything is downright sacriligious buddy!
(Jimmy pauses, trying not to laugh, before he continues.)
Dude, really. You crack me up, you really do. You see, Ace, your past history, my past history, nCw past history is just that...PAST HISTORY. We aren't talking about two years ago, two months ago, or even two days ago. Although, if we were, I would remind you that two days ago, I defeated three of the most talented wrestlers in the history of nCw in an Assault X match. But since we aren't talking about that, I guess there is no reason to mention it, is there?
(Jimmy smiles into the camera, winking, as to wink right at Ace.)
What we are talking about is the future. There are all types of future, Ace. There is the "Where will you be in 10 years" future. There is the "Who am I going to grow old with" future, and there is, of course, the "Near Future". This is the one you need to be most concerned with, buck-o. Because it's the near future that has you getting the ever living crap stomped out of you in your own match. You see, it doesn't matter if its 10 seconds, 21 seconds or thirteen minutes. Any of them would be fine with me. You are just another step on my way back to the top of this company Ace, and nothing more. Sure, you were world champion for a minute. But let's face it, you gave absolute meaning to the term "Transitional Champion". You know it, and I know it.
(Jimmy leans back into his chair with his hands behind his head.)
This week, I am relaxed and ready for battle. I am ready for anything and everything you could possibly throw at me, buddy, and I want you to know that I am coming with everything I got. I won't take it easy, and I won't take it slow. It's going to be balls to the wall and fast and furious in this match, Ace. You are going to take a beating, but me? I am going to be fine and dandy. And do you want to know why, Ace?
(Jimmy sits up in his chair, and slaps his hand on the desk.)
By God, I will tell you, Ace. It's because I am focused on the right thing. I am focused on the proper goal. See, you want to sit around and talk about the past. You want to talk about what you've done and how you done it. You want to talk about what my dad did or didn't do. You want to talk about this and that and the other, and the fact of the matter is, you aren't talking about the right things. I am talking about winning, Ace. WINNING! W-I-N-N-I-N-G! There is nothing I won't do to secure victory over you, and there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, that you can do to stop me. This train has left the station, Ace, destination ....KICK YOUR CANDY ASS. Am I crazy? Yeah, a little. Am I wild? Bingo! Am I just a bit off? Aren't we all? But all of that adds up to one big nothing in the grand scheme of things.
(Jimmy stands up and walks around the desk. He sits on the edge of the desk, looking into the camera.)
You see, wrestling is a business of "Have" and "Have Not's", Ace. There are people that have it and people who don't. You see, people like me, Gib, Mac Bane, Nick Logan, and even Adam Knite, have it. People like you, Joe Everyman, Jack Hammond, Ricky Johnson, and Xavier Williams, don't. We have the staying power. We have the superior talent, and most importantly, we have the ability to impose our will on anyone and everyone we step into the ring with! And I promise you with everything I am and everything I have inside of me that I will impose my will on you, and you will succumb to the same fate as all the other flunkies in nCw. You will lose, Ace. It's not a prediction. It's a promise. You aren't better than me, in any way, shape, or form. I will come out on top, Ace, because I am a 2nd Generation Wrestler....a 5 Star Athlete....and I am certainly, 10 Times better than you!
(Jimmy turns away from the camera, but stops. He shakes his finger in the air, like h almost forgot something.)
Oh yeah, one more thing, Ace. I liked your funny little picture. It was entertaining. But...I made one for you too!
(Jimmy holds up a picture in front of the camera.)
(Scene fades to black with the sound of Jimmy laughing in the background.)
(He listens to Ace drone on and on.....and on.....and on......and on... about how Jimmy's father, and how nobody cares about his death, yadda yadda yadda. Then he listens to him, some more, about the same thing. And a few minutes later, yep, you guessed it, the same thing. Then he has the unmitigated audacity to compare himself with the Punisher.)
[Wow. Really. Wow.]
(Ace continues on, and then goes into his little science project that is meant to be funny, however, it only draws a slight response out of Jimmy. He sits there, painfully, listening to Ace and his "Scientific Explaination" of how he came up with the name for the match.)
[Really? Was that necessary? A fifteen minute dissertation on the origin of the NAME of a match. Dear lord, help me.]
(Mercifully, the promo ends and fades to black. Jimmy grabs his remote and turns the TV off. He rubs his eyes and massages his temples to relieve the inorbinate amount of pain pulsing through his head from the sound of Ace's voice. He closes his eyes a minute and rubs his head. He opens them and grabs a mini-dvd and puts it in his video camera. He sets it all up and grabs the remote to his camera. He presses record and looks directly into the camera.)
Wow. That was...(pauses with sarcastic look on his face) AWESOME. The history of the science of the choice of the name. Way to, well, waste mine and every one else's time, Ace. You know you are really a piece of work. You come on your little promo and run your mouth about my father like that's supposed to get me off my game, or piss me off or whatever. Then you go on and on and on and on and on about it until my ears began to bleed. Then, as if to demonstrate your superior brain power, you go all Quincy on me and give me a biology lesson on how you came up with the name of this match. Was all that really necessary? Seriously?
(Jimmy pauses and a slight grin comes across his face.)
The only thing you said that I could give a rat's ass about is...well, nothing. You see, Ace, you can say what you want about my ability, my mind, my father, my family...
(Slight Pause)
Hell, you can even talk about my three dogs, my butler's cat, my neighbors kids, but don't you ever, and I mean EVER talk about monkeys that way again, buster! Talking about monkeys in relation to anything is downright sacriligious buddy!
(Jimmy pauses, trying not to laugh, before he continues.)
Dude, really. You crack me up, you really do. You see, Ace, your past history, my past history, nCw past history is just that...PAST HISTORY. We aren't talking about two years ago, two months ago, or even two days ago. Although, if we were, I would remind you that two days ago, I defeated three of the most talented wrestlers in the history of nCw in an Assault X match. But since we aren't talking about that, I guess there is no reason to mention it, is there?
(Jimmy smiles into the camera, winking, as to wink right at Ace.)
What we are talking about is the future. There are all types of future, Ace. There is the "Where will you be in 10 years" future. There is the "Who am I going to grow old with" future, and there is, of course, the "Near Future". This is the one you need to be most concerned with, buck-o. Because it's the near future that has you getting the ever living crap stomped out of you in your own match. You see, it doesn't matter if its 10 seconds, 21 seconds or thirteen minutes. Any of them would be fine with me. You are just another step on my way back to the top of this company Ace, and nothing more. Sure, you were world champion for a minute. But let's face it, you gave absolute meaning to the term "Transitional Champion". You know it, and I know it.
(Jimmy leans back into his chair with his hands behind his head.)
This week, I am relaxed and ready for battle. I am ready for anything and everything you could possibly throw at me, buddy, and I want you to know that I am coming with everything I got. I won't take it easy, and I won't take it slow. It's going to be balls to the wall and fast and furious in this match, Ace. You are going to take a beating, but me? I am going to be fine and dandy. And do you want to know why, Ace?
(Jimmy sits up in his chair, and slaps his hand on the desk.)
By God, I will tell you, Ace. It's because I am focused on the right thing. I am focused on the proper goal. See, you want to sit around and talk about the past. You want to talk about what you've done and how you done it. You want to talk about what my dad did or didn't do. You want to talk about this and that and the other, and the fact of the matter is, you aren't talking about the right things. I am talking about winning, Ace. WINNING! W-I-N-N-I-N-G! There is nothing I won't do to secure victory over you, and there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, that you can do to stop me. This train has left the station, Ace, destination ....KICK YOUR CANDY ASS. Am I crazy? Yeah, a little. Am I wild? Bingo! Am I just a bit off? Aren't we all? But all of that adds up to one big nothing in the grand scheme of things.
(Jimmy stands up and walks around the desk. He sits on the edge of the desk, looking into the camera.)
You see, wrestling is a business of "Have" and "Have Not's", Ace. There are people that have it and people who don't. You see, people like me, Gib, Mac Bane, Nick Logan, and even Adam Knite, have it. People like you, Joe Everyman, Jack Hammond, Ricky Johnson, and Xavier Williams, don't. We have the staying power. We have the superior talent, and most importantly, we have the ability to impose our will on anyone and everyone we step into the ring with! And I promise you with everything I am and everything I have inside of me that I will impose my will on you, and you will succumb to the same fate as all the other flunkies in nCw. You will lose, Ace. It's not a prediction. It's a promise. You aren't better than me, in any way, shape, or form. I will come out on top, Ace, because I am a 2nd Generation Wrestler....a 5 Star Athlete....and I am certainly, 10 Times better than you!
(Jimmy turns away from the camera, but stops. He shakes his finger in the air, like h almost forgot something.)
Oh yeah, one more thing, Ace. I liked your funny little picture. It was entertaining. But...I made one for you too!
(Jimmy holds up a picture in front of the camera.)
(Scene fades to black with the sound of Jimmy laughing in the background.)
