Post by Jimmy Zane on Aug 6, 2009 17:43:40 GMT -6
(The scene fades in to see Jimmy Zane sitting in the dark of his basement. A few candles lit here and there. He sits in the chair handcrafted for him by a carpenter in Louisiana. Crafted for him at the request of his mother, the great VooDoo Queen Marie Vodou. He looks down as he runs his hand across the tiny skulls on the arm, hand carved one at a time. He looks at the other arm, and the distinct, and original, skulls carved into it. He grins to himself as he remembers receiving the chair on his sixteenth birthday. He sits back against the velvet covered backrest and laughs to himself as he thinks about that day and everything it meant to him and his family. A boy becoming a man. Coming of age in a family that was infamous throughout the region was a big deal. He had the best of everything. The best schools. The best clothes. The best car. Anything he wanted was his, and it has always been that way. Even to this day, what Jimmy wants, Jimmy gets. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and hands clasped together as he looks directly into the camera.)
Ace, my boy, the time of your destruction is nearing closer and closer. Even now, the little hand ticks slowly, minute by minute, toward your impending doom. You see Ace, much like everything in my life, I asked for something, and received it. It was two weeks ago when I sent a letter to the office of Leonard Fox. It was confusing, I am sure, as I had all sorts of things running through my head. But it was that week that I woke up and decided that enough was enough, and I had to make a change in my life. In my career. In that letter I told Leonard that I wanted a match with you. Former World Champion. Former Tag Team Champion. I figured it was a good enough match to help me get back to where I wanted to go. And this week, that request was granted. This week, my next step towards redemption is complete. Then I can move onward an upward while you languish in the midcard with the likes of Joe Everyman and Jack Hammond.
(Jimmy sits up straight and continues talking into the camera.)
Now, I am sure you will retort with all kinds of lavish explainations of steps, and how many steps are on the Great Wall of China, or inside Buckingham Palace, or maybe, just maybe, you will give me a dissertation on how steps were first invented and used in building the ancient pyramids in Egypt! Yeah, that would be epic, wouldn't it? Giving a class on STEPS! "Ace Teaches Steps" equals ratings. Or better yet, how about you teach a step class. That would be awesome. Get all the girls of nCw to help you out, and you could make a home workout DVD. There ya go! Man, with all these extra curricular activities, you might not have time for wrestling anymore. Wow, that would please more people than you know, Ace. Seriously. No, really.
(Jimmy places his hands on the arm rests of his chair and pushes himself to his feet. He begins to slowly walk across the room, making sure to keep a connection with the camera.)
You see Ace, no matter how you choose to repond to me when you release your next promotional video, it won't change the outcome of this week's match. I will win. You will lose. That is just how it's going to be, Ace. That is the nature of this business. One minute, you are on top. You are the World Champion. And now, you are just a mid carder, at best mind you, trying to survive in a company that is growing by leaps and bounds every single day, and every single wrestler is getting better while you, my friend, are getting worse.
(Jimmy walks through a door on the other side of the room and up some stairs as the camera follows him. He continues to talk the entire way.)
See, those were steps. Awesome little steps, I tell ya. They took me to another level in my house. Wow! That's what we call a metaphor! In this situation, you are the steps. And me...well, I was just me. Walking all over the steps to get to another level in my career! Genius, man...Genius. You can talk about that too. About how you won't be a stepping stone for anyone, and how I am not going to step on a stepping stone to step to step class. That would make for great ratings. I am serious man, you should totally do it!
(Jimmy snickers as he walks through the kitchen to the living room.)
You could even talk about how my house isn't like nCw. There aren't levels, and there aren't different places in the house, or the (using quote fingers) "company" that we can go to. Hell, I don't know. It doesn't make sense to me, but maybe you can make it make sense. Or, you can make it make scents!(Picks up a candle and sniffs it) Or better yet! I got it...You can make it make CENTS! (pulls out a pocket full of change and drops it on the ground. Whatever you come up with, I am sure will be pure genius. I mean you are a smart guy, Ace. A degree in Biology. WOW! That's awesome ...*COUGH*.....*GEEK*...*COUGH*....sorry about that...sore throat and all.
(Jimmy turns around just as Boswell walks into the room.)
Yo, Boz! How's it hanging, brother?
Boswell - Short, shriveled, and always to the left, Master Jimmy!
(Jimmy places his hand on Boswell's shoulder and starts laughing as he looks into the camera.)
Did you hear that, Ace? Short. Shriveled and always to the left! Now THAT was genius. You got to love Oscar Wilde-like wordplay like that, man! he Boswell, my opponent this week said you were a crappy butler.
Boswell - An insult coming from him is nothing I would worry myself with, Master Jimmy. It's not like he has any brains to speak of.
I dunno, Boz. That guy has a degree in Biology, or says he does anyway.
Boswell - Maybe from the University of Phoenix.
OOOOOOOOOW! Ouch! Good one! Boz, my man!
(Jimmy sticks out his hand, and Boswell gives him "Five" and walks off. Jimmy turns back to the camera.)
Well, Ace, you just got stoned by my "Crappy" butler. Sucks to be you. Anyway, the bottom line is this. This weekend. Fallout. You. me. And one hell of a modified Last Man Standing match. I think it is going to be crazy, and I think its going to be exciting. It is definitely going to be buy worthy. You and I will put on a show, but make no mistake about it. I am coming to win. And don't worry, none of the Syndicate will get involved in this one. It is going to be you and me, one on one, man to man. And in the end, when all is said and done, it will be you out for the 1...2....3.............21! And remember, I AM going to win because I am a 2nd Generation Wrestler. A 5 star athlete, and I am definitely, without a shadow of a doubt..TEN TIMES BETTER THAN YOU! BLACKJACK BITCH!
(Jimmy reaches up and puts his hand over the camera lens as the scene fades to black.)
Ace, my boy, the time of your destruction is nearing closer and closer. Even now, the little hand ticks slowly, minute by minute, toward your impending doom. You see Ace, much like everything in my life, I asked for something, and received it. It was two weeks ago when I sent a letter to the office of Leonard Fox. It was confusing, I am sure, as I had all sorts of things running through my head. But it was that week that I woke up and decided that enough was enough, and I had to make a change in my life. In my career. In that letter I told Leonard that I wanted a match with you. Former World Champion. Former Tag Team Champion. I figured it was a good enough match to help me get back to where I wanted to go. And this week, that request was granted. This week, my next step towards redemption is complete. Then I can move onward an upward while you languish in the midcard with the likes of Joe Everyman and Jack Hammond.
(Jimmy sits up straight and continues talking into the camera.)
Now, I am sure you will retort with all kinds of lavish explainations of steps, and how many steps are on the Great Wall of China, or inside Buckingham Palace, or maybe, just maybe, you will give me a dissertation on how steps were first invented and used in building the ancient pyramids in Egypt! Yeah, that would be epic, wouldn't it? Giving a class on STEPS! "Ace Teaches Steps" equals ratings. Or better yet, how about you teach a step class. That would be awesome. Get all the girls of nCw to help you out, and you could make a home workout DVD. There ya go! Man, with all these extra curricular activities, you might not have time for wrestling anymore. Wow, that would please more people than you know, Ace. Seriously. No, really.
(Jimmy places his hands on the arm rests of his chair and pushes himself to his feet. He begins to slowly walk across the room, making sure to keep a connection with the camera.)
You see Ace, no matter how you choose to repond to me when you release your next promotional video, it won't change the outcome of this week's match. I will win. You will lose. That is just how it's going to be, Ace. That is the nature of this business. One minute, you are on top. You are the World Champion. And now, you are just a mid carder, at best mind you, trying to survive in a company that is growing by leaps and bounds every single day, and every single wrestler is getting better while you, my friend, are getting worse.
(Jimmy walks through a door on the other side of the room and up some stairs as the camera follows him. He continues to talk the entire way.)
See, those were steps. Awesome little steps, I tell ya. They took me to another level in my house. Wow! That's what we call a metaphor! In this situation, you are the steps. And me...well, I was just me. Walking all over the steps to get to another level in my career! Genius, man...Genius. You can talk about that too. About how you won't be a stepping stone for anyone, and how I am not going to step on a stepping stone to step to step class. That would make for great ratings. I am serious man, you should totally do it!
(Jimmy snickers as he walks through the kitchen to the living room.)
You could even talk about how my house isn't like nCw. There aren't levels, and there aren't different places in the house, or the (using quote fingers) "company" that we can go to. Hell, I don't know. It doesn't make sense to me, but maybe you can make it make sense. Or, you can make it make scents!(Picks up a candle and sniffs it) Or better yet! I got it...You can make it make CENTS! (pulls out a pocket full of change and drops it on the ground. Whatever you come up with, I am sure will be pure genius. I mean you are a smart guy, Ace. A degree in Biology. WOW! That's awesome ...*COUGH*.....*GEEK*...*COUGH*....sorry about that...sore throat and all.
(Jimmy turns around just as Boswell walks into the room.)
Yo, Boz! How's it hanging, brother?
Boswell - Short, shriveled, and always to the left, Master Jimmy!
(Jimmy places his hand on Boswell's shoulder and starts laughing as he looks into the camera.)
Did you hear that, Ace? Short. Shriveled and always to the left! Now THAT was genius. You got to love Oscar Wilde-like wordplay like that, man! he Boswell, my opponent this week said you were a crappy butler.
Boswell - An insult coming from him is nothing I would worry myself with, Master Jimmy. It's not like he has any brains to speak of.
I dunno, Boz. That guy has a degree in Biology, or says he does anyway.
Boswell - Maybe from the University of Phoenix.
OOOOOOOOOW! Ouch! Good one! Boz, my man!
(Jimmy sticks out his hand, and Boswell gives him "Five" and walks off. Jimmy turns back to the camera.)
Well, Ace, you just got stoned by my "Crappy" butler. Sucks to be you. Anyway, the bottom line is this. This weekend. Fallout. You. me. And one hell of a modified Last Man Standing match. I think it is going to be crazy, and I think its going to be exciting. It is definitely going to be buy worthy. You and I will put on a show, but make no mistake about it. I am coming to win. And don't worry, none of the Syndicate will get involved in this one. It is going to be you and me, one on one, man to man. And in the end, when all is said and done, it will be you out for the 1...2....3.............21! And remember, I AM going to win because I am a 2nd Generation Wrestler. A 5 star athlete, and I am definitely, without a shadow of a doubt..TEN TIMES BETTER THAN YOU! BLACKJACK BITCH!
(Jimmy reaches up and puts his hand over the camera lens as the scene fades to black.)