Post by Jake DeMarte on Jun 22, 2007 14:04:55 GMT -5
*Our scene opens to show Jake once again in his living room/weight room combo, quickly alternating between repetitions of a dumbbell in each arm. DeMarte looks up and sees the camera, and as a result, drops the dumbbells to the ground at his side and grabs a towel to wipe the thin, glistening layer of sweat off of his forehead. After doing so, he looks up at the camera and gives a casual smile. He grabs a plain white ‘GCW’ T-shirt from the nearby couch and slides it on over his torso before he begins to speak…*
JD: The day of reckoning is finally here. After working my ass off for a couple of weeks in an attempt to once again prove myself to the wrestling audience, I’ve been rewarded with the first whiff of gold I’ve gotten for the better part of the last couple years. The MLWA World Heavyweight Championship, currently held by one Alexander Irvine. Now, that’s just bad luck on Alex’s part. I mean, I honestly have little-to-no desire to hurt him, but I’ve been left with no choice… He’s standing between me and the one thing that very well could be the key to defining my entire future in both this business as well as on a personal level. You see, as it stands now, I could win a hundred matches, and people would still have doubts about whether or not I’ll ever be the same as I once was, but the second you strap a belt around my waist and call me a Champion? Well, then doubts begin to fade, because I’ve gone on to prove that I’m still every bit the wrestler I once was.
*Jake gets up off of the weight bench he’d been sitting on and walks over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a bottled water. He twists the cap off and quickly chugs half of the contents before putting the bottle down on the counter in front of himself to continue…*
JD: Now, most people aren’t questioning my motivation going into this match… No, now they’ve begun to question my ability. They’ve begun to ask whether or not I’m good enough to beat Alexander Irvine in a 1-1 match-up. I mean, after all, he beat Cody Cross to win the title the very same DAY Cody Cross beat me. There might have been a fucking commentator who doesn’t know his place involved in the outcome of that match, but that’s beside the point. The fact of the matter is, that Alexander Irvine barely beat Cross, anyway. He shrugged that fact off because he was able to make three of his four opponents submit. In my eyes, that does nothing to redeem a lackluster finish against Cross. So I hope Irvine comes into this match expecting me to just roll over and die like those other three did, that way I can see the look of shock in his eyes when he realizes that I’m not just another victim lined up for him to ‘disembowel’ or decapitate, but the Competitor that can more than match him hold-for-hold and strike-for-strike. He’s the killer for him though, unlike everyone else he’s wrestled up to this point, I’m a man possessed by a need to win, which means there will be no tapping. I won’t succumb to a submission hold, regardless of how hard Irvine tries to rip my head off of my shoulders. Irvine said he was looking forward to this match as an “excellent challenge for [his] first defense”.
*Jake chugs from the water bottle again, this time finishing it off. He glances to his right and tosses the bottle in that direction, presumably into an off-screen trashcan. Jake is then about to continue when he’s interrupted by a knock at the door… Jake mutters a few curses under his breath before asking the cameraman to wait for a moment. Jake walks off screen and a discussion can be heard taking place at the door.*
JD: Oh… Hey.
: Yo. So, you said I could crash up here with you, right?
JD: Well, yeah, but that was under the condition that you didn’t bother me while I was working.
: Alright, I can handle that. Where do I put my stuff?
JD: Slow down, dumb-ass! I was in the middle of cutting a promo before you came up here, so you’re already fucking things up for me. Just stay here for a second until I can finish the promo, then we’ll get you situated… somewhere.
: Alright, my bad…
*Jake can now be seen walking back in front of the camera, visibly less frustrated than his discussion at the door would have suggested he was. He looks into the camera and smiles…*
JD: Now, where was I? Oh yeah, me being a ‘challenge’. Irvine, a Challenge is something you take on just to see if you can do it. That’s not what this match is. No, this match will be a fight, straight-up. It’s going to be two men going into that ring, with neither of them wanting to let the other one leave without regretting having shown up at all. This is a test of will-power just as much as in-ring skill… Everyone who’s seen me lately knows just how strong my will to win is, so we know that I’ll have what it takes to finish this thing in the waning moments… The real question is… do you? Your will hasn’t been tested yet as a champion, has it Alex? No one has taken you absolutely as far as you can go, have they? No? Then I suppose we’re in for a treat on Sunday at ‘Open the Gate’… When we see just how far you can go before your body gives out on you.
*Jake pauses for a moment before giving another slight smirk at the camera before rolling his neck. As he gazes back into the camera, his expression has changed to one that displays a heavy amount of anticipation…*
JD: Alexander ‘Kurios’ Irvine – Consider yourself warned.
*Jake stays still for a moment to let the words sink in before the camera fades to black and he rushes off to the door to deal with his mystery room-mate…*
So, incase you haven’t heard, I’ve got my first title shot already! Things are lining up a lot faster than I ever could have hoped, which means I should be able to fly you can Ricky up here sometime soon… I can’t tell you in words how hard it’s been to get by without you guys here, especially when I know my being here means you guys have to support yourselves without me. Anyway, I’ve been saving up, and hopefully after this big win and a big paycheck, I’ve have enough to pay for the plane tickets. Until then…
Love,
Jake.[/color]
El Fin.
JD: The day of reckoning is finally here. After working my ass off for a couple of weeks in an attempt to once again prove myself to the wrestling audience, I’ve been rewarded with the first whiff of gold I’ve gotten for the better part of the last couple years. The MLWA World Heavyweight Championship, currently held by one Alexander Irvine. Now, that’s just bad luck on Alex’s part. I mean, I honestly have little-to-no desire to hurt him, but I’ve been left with no choice… He’s standing between me and the one thing that very well could be the key to defining my entire future in both this business as well as on a personal level. You see, as it stands now, I could win a hundred matches, and people would still have doubts about whether or not I’ll ever be the same as I once was, but the second you strap a belt around my waist and call me a Champion? Well, then doubts begin to fade, because I’ve gone on to prove that I’m still every bit the wrestler I once was.
*Jake gets up off of the weight bench he’d been sitting on and walks over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a bottled water. He twists the cap off and quickly chugs half of the contents before putting the bottle down on the counter in front of himself to continue…*
JD: Now, most people aren’t questioning my motivation going into this match… No, now they’ve begun to question my ability. They’ve begun to ask whether or not I’m good enough to beat Alexander Irvine in a 1-1 match-up. I mean, after all, he beat Cody Cross to win the title the very same DAY Cody Cross beat me. There might have been a fucking commentator who doesn’t know his place involved in the outcome of that match, but that’s beside the point. The fact of the matter is, that Alexander Irvine barely beat Cross, anyway. He shrugged that fact off because he was able to make three of his four opponents submit. In my eyes, that does nothing to redeem a lackluster finish against Cross. So I hope Irvine comes into this match expecting me to just roll over and die like those other three did, that way I can see the look of shock in his eyes when he realizes that I’m not just another victim lined up for him to ‘disembowel’ or decapitate, but the Competitor that can more than match him hold-for-hold and strike-for-strike. He’s the killer for him though, unlike everyone else he’s wrestled up to this point, I’m a man possessed by a need to win, which means there will be no tapping. I won’t succumb to a submission hold, regardless of how hard Irvine tries to rip my head off of my shoulders. Irvine said he was looking forward to this match as an “excellent challenge for [his] first defense”.
*Jake chugs from the water bottle again, this time finishing it off. He glances to his right and tosses the bottle in that direction, presumably into an off-screen trashcan. Jake is then about to continue when he’s interrupted by a knock at the door… Jake mutters a few curses under his breath before asking the cameraman to wait for a moment. Jake walks off screen and a discussion can be heard taking place at the door.*
JD: Oh… Hey.
: Yo. So, you said I could crash up here with you, right?JD: Well, yeah, but that was under the condition that you didn’t bother me while I was working.
: Alright, I can handle that. Where do I put my stuff?JD: Slow down, dumb-ass! I was in the middle of cutting a promo before you came up here, so you’re already fucking things up for me. Just stay here for a second until I can finish the promo, then we’ll get you situated… somewhere.
: Alright, my bad…*Jake can now be seen walking back in front of the camera, visibly less frustrated than his discussion at the door would have suggested he was. He looks into the camera and smiles…*
JD: Now, where was I? Oh yeah, me being a ‘challenge’. Irvine, a Challenge is something you take on just to see if you can do it. That’s not what this match is. No, this match will be a fight, straight-up. It’s going to be two men going into that ring, with neither of them wanting to let the other one leave without regretting having shown up at all. This is a test of will-power just as much as in-ring skill… Everyone who’s seen me lately knows just how strong my will to win is, so we know that I’ll have what it takes to finish this thing in the waning moments… The real question is… do you? Your will hasn’t been tested yet as a champion, has it Alex? No one has taken you absolutely as far as you can go, have they? No? Then I suppose we’re in for a treat on Sunday at ‘Open the Gate’… When we see just how far you can go before your body gives out on you.
*Jake pauses for a moment before giving another slight smirk at the camera before rolling his neck. As he gazes back into the camera, his expression has changed to one that displays a heavy amount of anticipation…*
JD: Alexander ‘Kurios’ Irvine – Consider yourself warned.
*Jake stays still for a moment to let the words sink in before the camera fades to black and he rushes off to the door to deal with his mystery room-mate…*
So, incase you haven’t heard, I’ve got my first title shot already! Things are lining up a lot faster than I ever could have hoped, which means I should be able to fly you can Ricky up here sometime soon… I can’t tell you in words how hard it’s been to get by without you guys here, especially when I know my being here means you guys have to support yourselves without me. Anyway, I’ve been saving up, and hopefully after this big win and a big paycheck, I’ve have enough to pay for the plane tickets. Until then…
Love,
Jake.[/color]
El Fin.
