Post by Jay O'Brien on Feb 15, 2007 13:56:09 GMT -5
[Start.]
JOB: You know what I’ve noticed over the past couple of days?
JOB: I’ve noticed that you, Jaysen Taylor, and you, Jeff James, both cut alarmingly similar promos. Well, aside from the fact that Jeff James sat down and rambled on incoherently, and Jaysen was evidently far too busy to even bother with that, but I’m talking about the themes here.
JOB: Jaysen, you were so quick to remind everyone that sometimes a defeat can teach you far, far more than a big win can ever do. We all remember the analogy you used. You can fill a book with everything you picked up after I beat you, blah, blah, blah, I can only fill a page, waah, waah, waah. But you know, I really didn’t expect Jeff James to come out here and say the exact same things. Jeff James, it’s bad enough that Jaysen here is trying to convince me that he actually got more out of our match than I did, but when you start droning on and on about how important it is to lose as well, you know, I can’t help but feel a little like I’m in the Twilight Zone or something.
JOB: I mean what the (BLEEP) is this, for Christ’s sake? “Hey Jay, you’re goin’ down next Tuesday Night, because WE’RE LOSERS!!”
[Jay grins to himself.]
JOB: Well that’s real impressive, guys, and I’m sure you’ve learned a lot from your respective Pay-Per-View embarrassments, but let me talk to you straight about something. Losing is a big part of this business. Sometimes defeats can be worth more to a wrestler than a win, sure. I mean, look at Krusty Kid Paul for example. Not only did he lose to me, but I knocked him the (BLEEP) out with an enziguiri. The Kid then comes out the next week at Cold Snap, and... Oh wait, no, my bad.
JOB: Okay, so Marcus Chamberlain. He comes out all guns blazing against me, suffers a tough loss – and yeah, Jaysen, I used the ropes, getting steamed? – and then he comes out against Dio Muerte, and... wait, he lost again as well. Hmmm...
[Irony. You gotta love it. Or at least, Jay does.]
JOB: Okay, okay, so let’s use you two as examples. Jeff James, you thought you were great, you thought you were the best newcomer to ever enter the sport, and you went in there with some tough cookies. The Yellow Chicken, he tied you in knots like a boy scout. Krenshov, he pounded you like a Sybian. And Billy Kryenik, well... I’m clean out of analogies for getting beat, and you know why that might be, Jeff? Here’s the thing: it doesn’t happen to me very often.
[Cocky grin.]
JOB: And whilst we’re on the subject of me not getting beat very often, Jeff James, if you think for one single second that just because Jay O’Brien here, me, beat Johnny Rotten, and so my ego has suddenly ballooned out of all proportion, then you’re wrong, sunshine. There’s a certain little something I’ve got that’s gonna remind me exactly where I stand, and exactly where I’m going. Remember this?
[Jay produces his list, only this time it’s been altered. Johnny Rotten isn’t the last name on it – he’s been crossed out already.]
Jeff James[/color][/center]
JOB: Johnny Rotten. You’re already off the list. But this is triple threat rules, and I’m not gonna pretend that defeating only Jeff James will do, because that’s not how it works. No, all I need to do is pin either single one of you, and... well, let’s just say I’m well on my way.
JOB: After all, I’ve already proven that I’m the number one rookie – and now? Now it’s time to start adding the big boys. Jeff James? You’re up, buddy.
[Fade out.]
[…………….and we’re back.]
“My names Andy O’Brien. I’d like to book a room for the week.”
[Boston, Massachusetts. The home of Andy’s bracket in the TEAM Tournament.]
RECEPTIONIST: I’m sorry sir, we’re all booked up.
[Andy frowns.]
AOB: Listen... lady... I don’t know if you know who I am or not, but ---
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, I’ve heard that a few times this week! Let me guess. You’re a professional wrestler?
AOB: Well, yeah ---
RECEPTIONIST: And you’re here for some tournament, yeah, I get it. But just like I told everybody else, we’re all booked up. Every room rented out. It’s all gone, nothing left, sorry sir.
AOB: Don’t you even ---
RECEPTIONIST: This isn’t Jerusalem, Mister, and you’re not the Virgin Mary. We don’t have stables out back for you either. I’m sorry, sir.
[Wowzers. You don’t get many receptionists talking like that to potential clientele, but hey-ho, this is hardly the Ritz, is it? The tell-tale signs? Oh, you know… it’s a dump.]
[Andy sighs, slams his palm on the desk, and turns away. There’s only one thing for it. The old mobile phone.]
[Andy slaps in a number, and it rings, it rings, it rings. Then there’s an answer.]
AOB: Jay, it’s me.
[Hollering on the other end, an uninterpretable wail.]
AOB: Yeah, yeah, you’re mad, very good, I screwed you over. Listen, I need your help.
[The hollering is louder, the wail even more uninterpretable.]
AOB: Jay, Jay, calm down, you’re still my brother, right?
AOB: I’m dead to you? Jay, do you even know what you’re saying?
[WAIL.]
AOB: And you’ve got every right to be upset! But listen, you can’t let this whole money thing consume you. We’re not mercenaries, right? And besides, I was going to pay you back as soon as I won this TEAM Tournament! I just needed rent money, that’s all! And hotels, you know, they aren’t free.
[And if Jay buys that, he’s an idiot.]
AOB: Will you just hear me out?
[Silence.]
AOB: Jay, I need to find a hotel that ISN’T booked out.
[Grunt.]
AOB: Boston.
[Grunts.]
AOB: Much appreciated. Oh, and, err... Listen, Jay, I’m gonna need a quick loan from you, so if you could wire me some ---
AOB: Jay? JAY? GOD DAMN IT!
[Fade out.]
[Back.]
“Your win at Cold Snap means nothing to me. Your previous wins mean nothing to me. Your past means nothing to me. All that matters is what you bring to OUR match……….The truth is, noone cares about your undefeated streak, noone cares if you claim to be unbeatable, and noone will care Jay.”
[That was two clips of Jeff James, spliced into one. This is another clip of him.]
“I'm what you should be setting your eyes on. C'mon, a win over the greatest TV Champ of all time? Can you imagine how good that would look? Or does my reign mean nothing to you? I know what its like to be in your mindset O'Brien.
[And now, over to Jay.]
JOB: Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. If you’re not talking about being a loser, how many times you’ve lost, and how much you learned from the losses, you’re tying yourself in knots and letting that motor-mouth of yours show you up. It’s one thing to sit there and tell me that beating Johnny Rotten, beating Krusty Kid Paul, beating Marcus Chamberlain, and beating Jack Saffire in consecutive matches means nothing, but it’s a different thing all together to say it whilst you’re sat there with that smug look on your face, with that self-satisfied sense of achievement all around you, and ramble on and on about your TV Title run, and wondering if it “means anything to me”.
JOB: Well quite clearly, Jeff James, it does mean something to me, because if I’m not mistaken, I mentioned it two or three times in my last promo. You broke records, you ended streaks, you raised the bar, and I acknowledged it, all of it. I never once tried to take it away from you.
JOB: I’ll be the first to admit, when it comes to a match, history means nothing. I’ve even said that before myself, but I wasn’t stupid enough to then expect my history to be worth something just a few short seconds later. Jeff, if you’re going to tell me that what I’ve done isn’t important, and that our match is all new, all fresh, never been done before, and the first of it’s kind, then why the HELL would I suddenly be concerned with yours? I know you like to think that you’ve done everything I have and more, but do you know why that might be, Jeff? No, it’s not because you’re the better wrestler – it’s because you’ve been here a hell of a lot longer than I have. I’ve had FOUR matches, Jeff. Count them – one, two, three, four. I’ve had FOUR opponents, also. I haven’t had a title match, I haven’t had the chance to run with a belt like you did, and I haven’t faced the people you’ve faced.
JOB: Does that make you better than me, Jeff?
JOB: Jeff, you can’t book me against Jack Saffire week in, week out and then hold it against me because I haven’t been beating Ravager all the damn time.
[Cocky smirk.]
JOB: What I’m driving at, Jeff, is this. If you want to sit there and act the fool – if you want to be Mr. God Damn Hypocrite all week, that’s fine by me. But you’re looking at this match all wrong.
JOB: Yes, you’re the big name in our little “three way dance”. You’re the one the fans know, you’re the one the people respect. You’re the one that’s expected to win. Your reputation precedes you. But in time, so will mine. Yeah, I heard what you said about all those other newcomers who come in and think they’re all that. Hell, just the other day I can be quoted as calling my self the “unbeatable, undefeatable, prodigal son, Jay O’Brien”. Big words, sure.
JOB: But you know what, Jeff? You might be able to lump me in with the rest of the over-confident rookies that have tried and failed to walk straight through the NAPW, but that’s your prerogative. Blanket statements, Jeff, are those that pigeon-hole a bunch of people together as if they’re all the same. I might be a newcomer, Jeff, I might be cocky, and hell, I might even be a little overconfident. But you, Jeff, are not the one that’s going to bring me down to earth. You’re not the one that’s going to stop me reaching the top. You, with your blanket statements, your hypocrisy, your advocating of defeat...
JOB: You can’t do it. You'll find out soon enough, that I am the elite. I am unbeatable. I am undefeatable. Hell, I'm ----WORD OMITTED----
[Out.]
JOB: You know what I’ve noticed over the past couple of days?
JOB: I’ve noticed that you, Jaysen Taylor, and you, Jeff James, both cut alarmingly similar promos. Well, aside from the fact that Jeff James sat down and rambled on incoherently, and Jaysen was evidently far too busy to even bother with that, but I’m talking about the themes here.
JOB: Jaysen, you were so quick to remind everyone that sometimes a defeat can teach you far, far more than a big win can ever do. We all remember the analogy you used. You can fill a book with everything you picked up after I beat you, blah, blah, blah, I can only fill a page, waah, waah, waah. But you know, I really didn’t expect Jeff James to come out here and say the exact same things. Jeff James, it’s bad enough that Jaysen here is trying to convince me that he actually got more out of our match than I did, but when you start droning on and on about how important it is to lose as well, you know, I can’t help but feel a little like I’m in the Twilight Zone or something.
JOB: I mean what the (BLEEP) is this, for Christ’s sake? “Hey Jay, you’re goin’ down next Tuesday Night, because WE’RE LOSERS!!”
[Jay grins to himself.]
JOB: Well that’s real impressive, guys, and I’m sure you’ve learned a lot from your respective Pay-Per-View embarrassments, but let me talk to you straight about something. Losing is a big part of this business. Sometimes defeats can be worth more to a wrestler than a win, sure. I mean, look at Krusty Kid Paul for example. Not only did he lose to me, but I knocked him the (BLEEP) out with an enziguiri. The Kid then comes out the next week at Cold Snap, and... Oh wait, no, my bad.
JOB: Okay, so Marcus Chamberlain. He comes out all guns blazing against me, suffers a tough loss – and yeah, Jaysen, I used the ropes, getting steamed? – and then he comes out against Dio Muerte, and... wait, he lost again as well. Hmmm...
[Irony. You gotta love it. Or at least, Jay does.]
JOB: Okay, okay, so let’s use you two as examples. Jeff James, you thought you were great, you thought you were the best newcomer to ever enter the sport, and you went in there with some tough cookies. The Yellow Chicken, he tied you in knots like a boy scout. Krenshov, he pounded you like a Sybian. And Billy Kryenik, well... I’m clean out of analogies for getting beat, and you know why that might be, Jeff? Here’s the thing: it doesn’t happen to me very often.
[Cocky grin.]
JOB: And whilst we’re on the subject of me not getting beat very often, Jeff James, if you think for one single second that just because Jay O’Brien here, me, beat Johnny Rotten, and so my ego has suddenly ballooned out of all proportion, then you’re wrong, sunshine. There’s a certain little something I’ve got that’s gonna remind me exactly where I stand, and exactly where I’m going. Remember this?
[Jay produces his list, only this time it’s been altered. Johnny Rotten isn’t the last name on it – he’s been crossed out already.]
Jack “Grey Knight” Saffire
Marcus Chamberlain
Krusty Kid Paul
Johnny Rotten
Marcus Chamberlain
Krusty Kid Paul
Johnny Rotten
Jeff James[/color][/center]
JOB: Johnny Rotten. You’re already off the list. But this is triple threat rules, and I’m not gonna pretend that defeating only Jeff James will do, because that’s not how it works. No, all I need to do is pin either single one of you, and... well, let’s just say I’m well on my way.
JOB: After all, I’ve already proven that I’m the number one rookie – and now? Now it’s time to start adding the big boys. Jeff James? You’re up, buddy.
[Fade out.]
[…………….and we’re back.]
“My names Andy O’Brien. I’d like to book a room for the week.”
[Boston, Massachusetts. The home of Andy’s bracket in the TEAM Tournament.]
RECEPTIONIST: I’m sorry sir, we’re all booked up.
[Andy frowns.]
AOB: Listen... lady... I don’t know if you know who I am or not, but ---
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, I’ve heard that a few times this week! Let me guess. You’re a professional wrestler?
AOB: Well, yeah ---
RECEPTIONIST: And you’re here for some tournament, yeah, I get it. But just like I told everybody else, we’re all booked up. Every room rented out. It’s all gone, nothing left, sorry sir.
AOB: Don’t you even ---
RECEPTIONIST: This isn’t Jerusalem, Mister, and you’re not the Virgin Mary. We don’t have stables out back for you either. I’m sorry, sir.
[Wowzers. You don’t get many receptionists talking like that to potential clientele, but hey-ho, this is hardly the Ritz, is it? The tell-tale signs? Oh, you know… it’s a dump.]
[Andy sighs, slams his palm on the desk, and turns away. There’s only one thing for it. The old mobile phone.]
[Andy slaps in a number, and it rings, it rings, it rings. Then there’s an answer.]
AOB: Jay, it’s me.
[Hollering on the other end, an uninterpretable wail.]
AOB: Yeah, yeah, you’re mad, very good, I screwed you over. Listen, I need your help.
[The hollering is louder, the wail even more uninterpretable.]
AOB: Jay, Jay, calm down, you’re still my brother, right?
AOB: I’m dead to you? Jay, do you even know what you’re saying?
[WAIL.]
AOB: And you’ve got every right to be upset! But listen, you can’t let this whole money thing consume you. We’re not mercenaries, right? And besides, I was going to pay you back as soon as I won this TEAM Tournament! I just needed rent money, that’s all! And hotels, you know, they aren’t free.
[And if Jay buys that, he’s an idiot.]
AOB: Will you just hear me out?
[Silence.]
AOB: Jay, I need to find a hotel that ISN’T booked out.
[Grunt.]
AOB: Boston.
[Grunts.]
AOB: Much appreciated. Oh, and, err... Listen, Jay, I’m gonna need a quick loan from you, so if you could wire me some ---
AOB: Jay? JAY? GOD DAMN IT!
[Fade out.]
[Back.]
“Your win at Cold Snap means nothing to me. Your previous wins mean nothing to me. Your past means nothing to me. All that matters is what you bring to OUR match……….The truth is, noone cares about your undefeated streak, noone cares if you claim to be unbeatable, and noone will care Jay.”
[That was two clips of Jeff James, spliced into one. This is another clip of him.]
“I'm what you should be setting your eyes on. C'mon, a win over the greatest TV Champ of all time? Can you imagine how good that would look? Or does my reign mean nothing to you? I know what its like to be in your mindset O'Brien.
[And now, over to Jay.]
JOB: Jeff, Jeff, Jeff. If you’re not talking about being a loser, how many times you’ve lost, and how much you learned from the losses, you’re tying yourself in knots and letting that motor-mouth of yours show you up. It’s one thing to sit there and tell me that beating Johnny Rotten, beating Krusty Kid Paul, beating Marcus Chamberlain, and beating Jack Saffire in consecutive matches means nothing, but it’s a different thing all together to say it whilst you’re sat there with that smug look on your face, with that self-satisfied sense of achievement all around you, and ramble on and on about your TV Title run, and wondering if it “means anything to me”.
JOB: Well quite clearly, Jeff James, it does mean something to me, because if I’m not mistaken, I mentioned it two or three times in my last promo. You broke records, you ended streaks, you raised the bar, and I acknowledged it, all of it. I never once tried to take it away from you.
JOB: I’ll be the first to admit, when it comes to a match, history means nothing. I’ve even said that before myself, but I wasn’t stupid enough to then expect my history to be worth something just a few short seconds later. Jeff, if you’re going to tell me that what I’ve done isn’t important, and that our match is all new, all fresh, never been done before, and the first of it’s kind, then why the HELL would I suddenly be concerned with yours? I know you like to think that you’ve done everything I have and more, but do you know why that might be, Jeff? No, it’s not because you’re the better wrestler – it’s because you’ve been here a hell of a lot longer than I have. I’ve had FOUR matches, Jeff. Count them – one, two, three, four. I’ve had FOUR opponents, also. I haven’t had a title match, I haven’t had the chance to run with a belt like you did, and I haven’t faced the people you’ve faced.
JOB: Does that make you better than me, Jeff?
JOB: Jeff, you can’t book me against Jack Saffire week in, week out and then hold it against me because I haven’t been beating Ravager all the damn time.
[Cocky smirk.]
JOB: What I’m driving at, Jeff, is this. If you want to sit there and act the fool – if you want to be Mr. God Damn Hypocrite all week, that’s fine by me. But you’re looking at this match all wrong.
JOB: Yes, you’re the big name in our little “three way dance”. You’re the one the fans know, you’re the one the people respect. You’re the one that’s expected to win. Your reputation precedes you. But in time, so will mine. Yeah, I heard what you said about all those other newcomers who come in and think they’re all that. Hell, just the other day I can be quoted as calling my self the “unbeatable, undefeatable, prodigal son, Jay O’Brien”. Big words, sure.
JOB: But you know what, Jeff? You might be able to lump me in with the rest of the over-confident rookies that have tried and failed to walk straight through the NAPW, but that’s your prerogative. Blanket statements, Jeff, are those that pigeon-hole a bunch of people together as if they’re all the same. I might be a newcomer, Jeff, I might be cocky, and hell, I might even be a little overconfident. But you, Jeff, are not the one that’s going to bring me down to earth. You’re not the one that’s going to stop me reaching the top. You, with your blanket statements, your hypocrisy, your advocating of defeat...
JOB: You can’t do it. You'll find out soon enough, that I am the elite. I am unbeatable. I am undefeatable. Hell, I'm ----WORD OMITTED----
[Out.]