Post by Jay O'Brien on Feb 13, 2007 23:41:10 GMT -5
[Start.]
“"When the world says, ‘Give up,’
Hope whispers, ‘Try it one more time.’ "
[Profound words from a nameless source. Johnny Rotten quoted them, like he quotes something every promo he cuts. But this is the first time, I repeat, the first time that Jay O’Brien has heard one he wants to use himself.]
[Jay O’Brien, sat before you, still the same serious, burning competitiveness that he’s always exuded – from his eyes, from his mouth, from the very pores of his skin comes this sense, this aura of determination. He is focus.]
JOB: When the world says, ‘Give up’, hope whispers, ‘Try it one more time’...
[Jay repeats those words again.]
JOB: Jaysen. We meet again. And yes, this is your opportunity to avenge the bitter pill of defeat I made you swallow those few short days ago. Cold Snap. The day Jay O’Brien proved to the world what I’d been saying all along. That I am the future of this business.
[Jay smirks. Is he... getting cocky?]
JOB: I mean, we’re talking a Pay-Per-View, here, Jaysen. Thousands watched. Hundreds of thousands. People around the world. They saw me pin your shoulders to the mat – one... two... three.
JOB: They saw me remain undefeated – now the only undefeated wrestler left in New Alberta Pro Wrestling. They saw me end the winning streak of the other newcomer, this “Johnny Rotten” character, this Jaysen Taylor. And you know what? I want to thank you for it, Jaysen.
[Jay is being serious, as always. There’s no irony here.]
JOB: Without you – without your efforts – I’d have just beaten another nobody. But now I’ve beaten somebody worthwhile. Now people are sitting up and taking notice. Now people know that I preach the gospel truth. I’m not a wheezing wind bag, like that pathetic son of a bitch Krusty Kid Paul. I’m not a fraud that shouldn’t even be here, like Marcus Chamberlain. I’m the real deal.
JOB: And you know what? You can listen to that voice inside your head – that thing you call “hope” – and you can come at me one more time. You know you want to. You know you want to beat me. You know the fans want to see it, and top brass know it too. After all, I ‘cheated’, right, Jaysen? I grabbed the ropes, I stole the win. On Pay-Per-View. I cheated you out of your unbeaten run. Now it’s time to give you a return match, time to let you loose on me one more time. Only this time, we’re in there with Jeff James. The record-breaking former Television Champion himself. The man that came so close to becoming one of only four of NAPW’s most elite wrestlers to join the “concurrent title holders” club, after defeating the Tag Team Champions, The New and Improved D-X.
JOB: Jaysen, t his is your chance to shine once again, your chance to get revenge… and then there’s “hope”, right there in your ear, telling you that you can do it. Telling you that on any given day, anybody can lose. Anybody can suffer that one unfortunate slip up – anybody can be beaten. And you know, you came so close last time. You hit that 540 splash, or whatever it was. My shoulders were down for the one, the two, the thrOH SO CLOSE! …
JOB: So close you could taste it … So close your eyes began to well up with tears, so close you thought, you believed you’d beaten me...
[Jay sneers, maliciously.]
JOB: You hit your move, and after one of the longest two counts in the history of this business, I kicked out. And in that moment, your friend, your guide, your “hope” – it left you. It abandoned you, departed, left you there to fend for yourself, on your own. And then what happened? A few seconds later, and you’re on your back, and you can’t kick out, you can’t roll that shoulder off the mat anymore, and you can’t figure out why. You still had the fight left, and the desire, and you wanted so desperately to escape... but you couldn’t. Well now, let me tell you why that was, Jaysen – it’s because I had the ropes. I had the leverage, and I had the tights, and I was doing absolutely anything and everything, legal or not, gentlemanly or otherwise, to make sure that when the referee’s hand came down that third and final time, there you were, still on the mat, pinned. Beaten.
JOB: That’s just the way I do things, Jaysen. It’s what I told you I was going to do, and it’s what I did once again. I won. And after all that, you come out here, and you give me this crap about never giving up, about “hope”, and how it whispers to you, tells you to pick yourself up and try again. And what’s more, NAPW brass are telling you to do it as well, booking this match, and you know, you just know, that when we get to Regina, Saskatchewan, the fans will be begging you, pleading with you, imploring you to beat me. To turn the tables around, to DEFEAT Jay O’Brien.
JOB: But just as hope abandoned you so cruelly at Cold Snap, not even your most motivated, your most determined self can stop it from happening again. Jaysen, at Tuesday Night Fights – or Action!, or whatever show we’re billed for – history will repeat itself one more time.
JOB: Jaysen – Johnny – I’m going to pin you again. And right about now, whilst your preoccupying yourself with that strumpet, that whore, instead of gearing yourself up for a second big swing, you know what I’m doing? I’m standing here, and I’m smiling, and I’m not bruised, or bloody, or battered, or beaten. I’m tip-top, Jaysen, I’m one hundred percent. I’ve recovered, and I’m raring to go one more time, hold for hold, move for move with you. And yeah, you might be right about one thing, you may be able to fill a book with everything you learned in defeat – but that was just shit I already knew. And that’s why you did taste defeat, and why I’m here, the victor, with my “page” of knowledge, as you put it, ready to add it to the encyclopaedia that is my knowledge of this business, this sport I take so seriously. I’m not sleeping around, I’m not living the soap opera life, I’m just ready – as always – perpetually – for you.
[Jay grins.]
JOB: And let’s not forget Jeffy boy. Double J, Jeff James, Mr. Record Holder. Jeff, there’s something you ought to know, and I know you’re not a simple man. You’ve probably figured it already. You see, you’re the square peg – and this is the round hole. This match, it shouldn’t have anything to do with you, but the fact is, as things panned out, it does – and that’s fine by me. You, me, and “Johnny Rotten”. We’re in a triple threat, and you know what that means? It means the chances of my being defeated, the odds, they just got a whole lot better. But you know as well as Jaysen here knows, in the back of your mind, that nagging doubt that exists alongside the thing you call “hope”, that it’s just not gonna happen. In your head, that’s where I am, Jeff. Right there. A big black void of doubt. Can you beat me? Can you do what nobody else in NAPW so far has been able to do? Can you avoid being pinned, or made to tap out, or getting knocked out by the hottest newcomer in this entire industry? Can you defeat the undefeatable, the unbeatable, the prodigal son, Jay O’Brien? Can you do that, Jeff?
Here’s the answer. Let me spell it out for you now, it’s not a difficult word, it’s one you ought to be familiar with ---
[And Jay mouths, silently, “No”.]
[Fade.]
“"When the world says, ‘Give up,’
Hope whispers, ‘Try it one more time.’ "
[Profound words from a nameless source. Johnny Rotten quoted them, like he quotes something every promo he cuts. But this is the first time, I repeat, the first time that Jay O’Brien has heard one he wants to use himself.]
[Jay O’Brien, sat before you, still the same serious, burning competitiveness that he’s always exuded – from his eyes, from his mouth, from the very pores of his skin comes this sense, this aura of determination. He is focus.]
JOB: When the world says, ‘Give up’, hope whispers, ‘Try it one more time’...
[Jay repeats those words again.]
JOB: Jaysen. We meet again. And yes, this is your opportunity to avenge the bitter pill of defeat I made you swallow those few short days ago. Cold Snap. The day Jay O’Brien proved to the world what I’d been saying all along. That I am the future of this business.
[Jay smirks. Is he... getting cocky?]
JOB: I mean, we’re talking a Pay-Per-View, here, Jaysen. Thousands watched. Hundreds of thousands. People around the world. They saw me pin your shoulders to the mat – one... two... three.
JOB: They saw me remain undefeated – now the only undefeated wrestler left in New Alberta Pro Wrestling. They saw me end the winning streak of the other newcomer, this “Johnny Rotten” character, this Jaysen Taylor. And you know what? I want to thank you for it, Jaysen.
[Jay is being serious, as always. There’s no irony here.]
JOB: Without you – without your efforts – I’d have just beaten another nobody. But now I’ve beaten somebody worthwhile. Now people are sitting up and taking notice. Now people know that I preach the gospel truth. I’m not a wheezing wind bag, like that pathetic son of a bitch Krusty Kid Paul. I’m not a fraud that shouldn’t even be here, like Marcus Chamberlain. I’m the real deal.
JOB: And you know what? You can listen to that voice inside your head – that thing you call “hope” – and you can come at me one more time. You know you want to. You know you want to beat me. You know the fans want to see it, and top brass know it too. After all, I ‘cheated’, right, Jaysen? I grabbed the ropes, I stole the win. On Pay-Per-View. I cheated you out of your unbeaten run. Now it’s time to give you a return match, time to let you loose on me one more time. Only this time, we’re in there with Jeff James. The record-breaking former Television Champion himself. The man that came so close to becoming one of only four of NAPW’s most elite wrestlers to join the “concurrent title holders” club, after defeating the Tag Team Champions, The New and Improved D-X.
JOB: Jaysen, t his is your chance to shine once again, your chance to get revenge… and then there’s “hope”, right there in your ear, telling you that you can do it. Telling you that on any given day, anybody can lose. Anybody can suffer that one unfortunate slip up – anybody can be beaten. And you know, you came so close last time. You hit that 540 splash, or whatever it was. My shoulders were down for the one, the two, the thrOH SO CLOSE! …
JOB: So close you could taste it … So close your eyes began to well up with tears, so close you thought, you believed you’d beaten me...
[Jay sneers, maliciously.]
JOB: You hit your move, and after one of the longest two counts in the history of this business, I kicked out. And in that moment, your friend, your guide, your “hope” – it left you. It abandoned you, departed, left you there to fend for yourself, on your own. And then what happened? A few seconds later, and you’re on your back, and you can’t kick out, you can’t roll that shoulder off the mat anymore, and you can’t figure out why. You still had the fight left, and the desire, and you wanted so desperately to escape... but you couldn’t. Well now, let me tell you why that was, Jaysen – it’s because I had the ropes. I had the leverage, and I had the tights, and I was doing absolutely anything and everything, legal or not, gentlemanly or otherwise, to make sure that when the referee’s hand came down that third and final time, there you were, still on the mat, pinned. Beaten.
JOB: That’s just the way I do things, Jaysen. It’s what I told you I was going to do, and it’s what I did once again. I won. And after all that, you come out here, and you give me this crap about never giving up, about “hope”, and how it whispers to you, tells you to pick yourself up and try again. And what’s more, NAPW brass are telling you to do it as well, booking this match, and you know, you just know, that when we get to Regina, Saskatchewan, the fans will be begging you, pleading with you, imploring you to beat me. To turn the tables around, to DEFEAT Jay O’Brien.
JOB: But just as hope abandoned you so cruelly at Cold Snap, not even your most motivated, your most determined self can stop it from happening again. Jaysen, at Tuesday Night Fights – or Action!, or whatever show we’re billed for – history will repeat itself one more time.
JOB: Jaysen – Johnny – I’m going to pin you again. And right about now, whilst your preoccupying yourself with that strumpet, that whore, instead of gearing yourself up for a second big swing, you know what I’m doing? I’m standing here, and I’m smiling, and I’m not bruised, or bloody, or battered, or beaten. I’m tip-top, Jaysen, I’m one hundred percent. I’ve recovered, and I’m raring to go one more time, hold for hold, move for move with you. And yeah, you might be right about one thing, you may be able to fill a book with everything you learned in defeat – but that was just shit I already knew. And that’s why you did taste defeat, and why I’m here, the victor, with my “page” of knowledge, as you put it, ready to add it to the encyclopaedia that is my knowledge of this business, this sport I take so seriously. I’m not sleeping around, I’m not living the soap opera life, I’m just ready – as always – perpetually – for you.
[Jay grins.]
JOB: And let’s not forget Jeffy boy. Double J, Jeff James, Mr. Record Holder. Jeff, there’s something you ought to know, and I know you’re not a simple man. You’ve probably figured it already. You see, you’re the square peg – and this is the round hole. This match, it shouldn’t have anything to do with you, but the fact is, as things panned out, it does – and that’s fine by me. You, me, and “Johnny Rotten”. We’re in a triple threat, and you know what that means? It means the chances of my being defeated, the odds, they just got a whole lot better. But you know as well as Jaysen here knows, in the back of your mind, that nagging doubt that exists alongside the thing you call “hope”, that it’s just not gonna happen. In your head, that’s where I am, Jeff. Right there. A big black void of doubt. Can you beat me? Can you do what nobody else in NAPW so far has been able to do? Can you avoid being pinned, or made to tap out, or getting knocked out by the hottest newcomer in this entire industry? Can you defeat the undefeatable, the unbeatable, the prodigal son, Jay O’Brien? Can you do that, Jeff?
Here’s the answer. Let me spell it out for you now, it’s not a difficult word, it’s one you ought to be familiar with ---
[And Jay mouths, silently, “No”.]
[Fade.]