Post by Jake DeMarte on Jun 9, 2007 17:51:43 GMT -5
*The scene opens to a fuzzy image playing across the screen of what is obviously a very, very cheap TV. As the camera pans back from the center of the image, one can make it out to be the main event from 5/27’s Sunday Night Storm. On the TV, Lance has now taken the object out of his tights and has placed it on his fist. Teddy unknowing of this walks directly into a loaded punch, dropping him down to the mat. Lance smirks and cockily pins Teddy as the crowd boos and hisses wildly. Then, the improbable happens. Teddy D. Kicks out after a two count. Twice. A slight clicking sound is heard, and then the TV goes blank. The camera pans back a few inches further and then turns to show Jake sitting on a couch in a small apartment or hotel room, smiling as he watches the scenes unfold. He pauses for a moment before speaking slowly and deliberately.*
JD: I’ve watched this entire match, specifically this exchange time after time, and I’ve still drawn only two conclusions. The first is something I’ve known for years now, that being that Teddy Davis is a Superhuman competitor and a tremendous athlete in the ring. The second, however, is a little more relevant to my current state of affairs.
*Jake pauses a moment before letting out a light laugh. He puts a hand up to his forehead and rubs his temple for a moment before continuing.*
JD: I’m sorry, I’ve just realized that most of you are probably pretty confused by the scene that’s just played out in front of your eyes. Let me start with the first glaring question mark. My name is Jake DeMarte, and I’m one of the newest additions to GCW’s roster, which in turn explains why you’re listening to me rant right now. Secondly, I’ve been booked in a match for the 6/10 Sunday Night Storm against last week’s big loser, Lance Erikson. That’s why I’ve been studying his one GCW match to date. I’m one of the few wrestlers out there who still has pride enough left in their work that they study tape on opponents, and over the last couple weeks, this tape is all I’ve been able to find that was worth watching, which brings me back to the second thing I realized while watching this match… I’ve discovered that not only is TD as good as I thought he was, but I found out that Lance is hardly even a threat to me. I mean, he literally, during the course of one match, used Brass knuckles, had a Buddy run-in and land a “finisher”, and still couldn’t manage to pin TD.
*Jake bites his tongue for a moment, trying to slow down a bit before he launches into a comment he’d later regret… After a moment’s thought, Jake shrugs, obviously finding nothing wrong with his prior comments. He gives another small chuckle before continuing…*
JD: See? I even tried to find a way to give Lance the benefit of the doubt as a competitor, but I couldn’t find a way to do that. It’s bad enough that you can throw a hard enough punch to knock someone out with a set of brass knuckles, but when it’s not enough even when compiled with a successful run-in… That’s when it goes from being unfortunate to being downright embarrassing. Just like this Sunday will be for you, Lance. You see, I was encouraged to come here to GCW, so I did. I now intend to take complete advantage of the situation that choice has put me in. By defeating you, rather handedly might I add, in my debut, I’ll instantly capture the attention of both the management and crowd here in GCW. That attention will, as it always does, ultimately pave the pathway to gold for me here in GCW… And it’s been far too long since I held a belt in any promotion. I’m anxious to get back to the roots I established in HWL’s early days. The ones that had me winning championship after championship and match after match, leaving everyone I beat far behind me. Getting back to that starts with humiliating you on Sunday. I can’t finish this match just winning it, because that won’t guarantee me what I want. No, I have to destroy both you, and any doubt anyone else may have about my abilities and drive to be the star here in GCW. I don’t care who I have to go through, or how I have to go about doing it, but I will be a Champion again.
*Jake gets up off the tattered couch and looks down at the camera, which has tilted upwards to keep his face in the image…*
JD: Lance, you’ve been warned. If you come into Sunday expecting me to be rusty, or looking for a warm-up match in GCW, you won’t be able to leave the area on your own power, I promise you that. I want you to show up bringing your best. Brass knuckles and friends included, I won’t be upstaged by Teddy just because you weren’t as interested in winning this match. I don’t care what it takes you to get pumped up for this match, but I suggest you do it, because if I’m disappointed by your performance Sunday, I will not hesitate to make sure you regret showing up all together. I’m not here to make friends, or get fans, or have ‘good’ matches. I’m here to win. Nothing less. I’m here to grab the belt and hold onto it for every second I can. Nothing less.
*Jake lets out a sigh before continuing…*
JD: I know it’s useless to try and convince you to prepare, Lance, because I can’t put my mindset or attitude into words for you. So I’ll just leave you with a reminder: You’ve been warned, Show up to fight, or I will rip right through you.
June 9th, 2007 – I cut my first GCW promo today… I left the whole thing feeling really dissatisfied. I don’t feel like I’m quite eloquent enough to make anyone watching understand just what’s going through my head… And it’s a shame, because I have huge plans for my stay here in GCW. On the flipside, I’m excited because I should be earning my first paycheck here very soon, which should go a long way in bringing you and Ricky here to New Hampshire with me. I’m already missing you a hell of a lot more than you’ll ever be able to understand. I’ll see you soon.
Love,
Jake.
El fin.
((Note, the little letter thing at the bottom will make more sense as time goes on and I’m able to RP more, although most of the people here who know me probably already know what it’s about. Anyway, I haven’t written in a while, so I hope this has some sort of flow… Anyway, I’m off to a party now. Yays.))
JD: I’ve watched this entire match, specifically this exchange time after time, and I’ve still drawn only two conclusions. The first is something I’ve known for years now, that being that Teddy Davis is a Superhuman competitor and a tremendous athlete in the ring. The second, however, is a little more relevant to my current state of affairs.
*Jake pauses a moment before letting out a light laugh. He puts a hand up to his forehead and rubs his temple for a moment before continuing.*
JD: I’m sorry, I’ve just realized that most of you are probably pretty confused by the scene that’s just played out in front of your eyes. Let me start with the first glaring question mark. My name is Jake DeMarte, and I’m one of the newest additions to GCW’s roster, which in turn explains why you’re listening to me rant right now. Secondly, I’ve been booked in a match for the 6/10 Sunday Night Storm against last week’s big loser, Lance Erikson. That’s why I’ve been studying his one GCW match to date. I’m one of the few wrestlers out there who still has pride enough left in their work that they study tape on opponents, and over the last couple weeks, this tape is all I’ve been able to find that was worth watching, which brings me back to the second thing I realized while watching this match… I’ve discovered that not only is TD as good as I thought he was, but I found out that Lance is hardly even a threat to me. I mean, he literally, during the course of one match, used Brass knuckles, had a Buddy run-in and land a “finisher”, and still couldn’t manage to pin TD.
*Jake bites his tongue for a moment, trying to slow down a bit before he launches into a comment he’d later regret… After a moment’s thought, Jake shrugs, obviously finding nothing wrong with his prior comments. He gives another small chuckle before continuing…*
JD: See? I even tried to find a way to give Lance the benefit of the doubt as a competitor, but I couldn’t find a way to do that. It’s bad enough that you can throw a hard enough punch to knock someone out with a set of brass knuckles, but when it’s not enough even when compiled with a successful run-in… That’s when it goes from being unfortunate to being downright embarrassing. Just like this Sunday will be for you, Lance. You see, I was encouraged to come here to GCW, so I did. I now intend to take complete advantage of the situation that choice has put me in. By defeating you, rather handedly might I add, in my debut, I’ll instantly capture the attention of both the management and crowd here in GCW. That attention will, as it always does, ultimately pave the pathway to gold for me here in GCW… And it’s been far too long since I held a belt in any promotion. I’m anxious to get back to the roots I established in HWL’s early days. The ones that had me winning championship after championship and match after match, leaving everyone I beat far behind me. Getting back to that starts with humiliating you on Sunday. I can’t finish this match just winning it, because that won’t guarantee me what I want. No, I have to destroy both you, and any doubt anyone else may have about my abilities and drive to be the star here in GCW. I don’t care who I have to go through, or how I have to go about doing it, but I will be a Champion again.
*Jake gets up off the tattered couch and looks down at the camera, which has tilted upwards to keep his face in the image…*
JD: Lance, you’ve been warned. If you come into Sunday expecting me to be rusty, or looking for a warm-up match in GCW, you won’t be able to leave the area on your own power, I promise you that. I want you to show up bringing your best. Brass knuckles and friends included, I won’t be upstaged by Teddy just because you weren’t as interested in winning this match. I don’t care what it takes you to get pumped up for this match, but I suggest you do it, because if I’m disappointed by your performance Sunday, I will not hesitate to make sure you regret showing up all together. I’m not here to make friends, or get fans, or have ‘good’ matches. I’m here to win. Nothing less. I’m here to grab the belt and hold onto it for every second I can. Nothing less.
*Jake lets out a sigh before continuing…*
JD: I know it’s useless to try and convince you to prepare, Lance, because I can’t put my mindset or attitude into words for you. So I’ll just leave you with a reminder: You’ve been warned, Show up to fight, or I will rip right through you.
June 9th, 2007 – I cut my first GCW promo today… I left the whole thing feeling really dissatisfied. I don’t feel like I’m quite eloquent enough to make anyone watching understand just what’s going through my head… And it’s a shame, because I have huge plans for my stay here in GCW. On the flipside, I’m excited because I should be earning my first paycheck here very soon, which should go a long way in bringing you and Ricky here to New Hampshire with me. I’m already missing you a hell of a lot more than you’ll ever be able to understand. I’ll see you soon.
Love,
Jake.
El fin.
((Note, the little letter thing at the bottom will make more sense as time goes on and I’m able to RP more, although most of the people here who know me probably already know what it’s about. Anyway, I haven’t written in a while, so I hope this has some sort of flow… Anyway, I’m off to a party now. Yays.))