Post by Jeff James on Feb 17, 2007 12:12:38 GMT -5
When you have a man who considers himself the greatest and I man who knows he's the best then conflict is guaranteed. O'Brien vs Jeff James vs Johnny Rotten. It will be regarded as one of the greatest matches of all time. Not only will O'Brien's precious winning streak comes to an end, Johnny Rotten will forever be forgotten. Then the greatest TV Champion of all time...And Future Pure Honor Champion Jeff James will stand over both of them, Jeff James will of claimed his spot on the ladder
We start up with Jeff James in the ring from the previous promo. This time he sits in the middle on a steel folding chair. A towel draped over his shoulder and a black dufflebag by his side. He's smiling
Jeff James: You know that feeling you get? When a plan comes together? That feeling you get when someone falls into a trap you blatantly set-up? Well thats what Jay O'Brien did. For you see. The tying to help? The rambling about how he has potential? Going on and on about how great I am? Simply mind games. For I have gotten underneath the skull of Jay O'Brien. I never had intentions on helping out this lout. To me he's nothing but the dirt under my boots. I could care less about helping him become a better wrestler! I could care less about his undefeated streak. Because come this Triple Threat match I plan on squashing him and that talentless dolt, Johnny Rotten.
He leans back in his chair and crosses his legs and smirks
Jeff James: You may ask why the change of heart. To answer you truthfully, there never was a change of heart. While there is a Jeff James who respects his wrestlers, there is a Jeff James who would LOVE to (BLEEP) them up. I'm talking about ending their pathetic careers. I would love nothing more than to bend O'Brien into a pretzel hoping to snap a bone or two. Or taking Johnny Rotten and having him experience the James Effect. For you see, these two rookies mean nothing to me. They don't have promising careers in NAPW, they are just two jobbers to be. O'Brien, once I end this winning streak of yours. Your momentum is going to stop dead in its tracks. NAPW gave you one chance to go against someone of my caliber and you are going to blow it. Because you simply don't have what it takes to defeat Jeff James. You think your list of wins impresses me? Its not the fact you cheated. Because I've cheated. But its just the people O'Brien! You hope to add me to that list but its only a dream!
His smirk becomes a grin
Jeff James: It amazes me how you have fallen for my traps. Every single last one of them. I contradict myself and you JUMP on it. You attempt to belittle me. Yet it has no effect so you find something else. It still doesn't work so now your just ANGRY...Anger helps you win matches, believe me. My win against the Yellow Chicken...You will never understand that anger. The anger that takes over when you hear that bell ring and the opponent named the victor because of...The time limit. Yet I held it in, and when I went to fight Yellow Chicken in that final battle...I conquered.
You tell me how I don't know your accomplishments O'Brien. With this.
He leans over and unzips the dufflebag. He pulls out a few black boxes
Jeff James(holding out the boxes) With tapes. These tapes are capable of holding up to 12 hours of information. In my bag I have alot more. So with that, I own every last Jay O'Brien match. I can also tell you that I've watched a majority of it. I've seen you at your best and I've seen you at your worst Jay O'Brien.
You pose no threat to me. Rotten poses no threat to me. I'm a main eventer while you two (BLEEP)ers are curtain jerker's. Engaged in this little "feud" just so you two can prove who's "better".
But sadly your not proving anything to anyone. For the NAPW fans could care less about this feud. They could care less about your undefeated streaks and they could care less about what you've done out of NAPW. When you enter NAPW you have NO accomplishments. You may of been world champ somewhere and nominated greatest wrestler of the year over there. But this is NAPW. Le creme de le creme. We're the best of the best and you two rookies have you to experience it fully. You've yet to get a real taste of what we can bring to that ring.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
Jeff James: Johnny Rotten, I honestly don't know why your even in this match. You've been buried. This should be O'Brien and I. Your the third wheel now. Not me. Your winning streak is done. Must you suffer another loss? Another blow to your moral? PLEASE tell me what I have to do to shut you up. The thing that saddens me though. Is that you truely believe you have a shot in this match.
See, after Cold Snap...You truly had a shot. You could of beat O'Brien. BUT I was placed into your match. Jeff James, your superior.
The Superior of ninety-five percent of the NAPW roster. I am on top, while you are struggling to be on the bottom. Yes, there is the story of the underdog. But that means nothing when it comes to me. Underdog stories only come true when the person your facing gets cocky and underestimates you. I'm only cocky, I've not once underestimated you or O'Brien. For you see, I've watched your tapes too Rotten. I'm not amazed. I've seen so many opportunities where you could of used a decisive move in a match, or where you could of reversed and turned the tide of the match. BUT NO, like O'Brien you are inexperienced when it comes to the level of competition in NAPW. NAPW's competition redefines the word. You have people like Krenshov, DX, Lloyd Rees, Ravager, Patrick Bickle, "Sick" Billy Kryenik, Simply Beautiful, Chris Casino, Tommy Deathrow, The Midnight Cowboys, Evan Cartwright, Dez Carter...Must I continue?
He shifts in his seat and uncrosses his legs, placing his hands on his laps and leaning a bit forward. Looking at the camera with a devilish stare
Jeff James: You two want to leave your mark. You want to prove you us that your the best. Then you need to beat the best...And you two are looking at him. You need to take me to the mat and keep my shoulders down for the three. Thats the only way your going to do it. Enziguri's won't knock me out. Submissions won't make me tap. You need to incapacitate me...And trust me kids, thats ALOT easier said then done. Predator and your the prey. I pull the strings and you dance. Easy as that. I told you fate plays its game? Well, your staring fate in the eyes. Try to defy me.
He gets up out of his seat, drops the tapes back in the dufflebag, and we fade to black
We start up with Jeff James in the ring from the previous promo. This time he sits in the middle on a steel folding chair. A towel draped over his shoulder and a black dufflebag by his side. He's smiling
Jeff James: You know that feeling you get? When a plan comes together? That feeling you get when someone falls into a trap you blatantly set-up? Well thats what Jay O'Brien did. For you see. The tying to help? The rambling about how he has potential? Going on and on about how great I am? Simply mind games. For I have gotten underneath the skull of Jay O'Brien. I never had intentions on helping out this lout. To me he's nothing but the dirt under my boots. I could care less about helping him become a better wrestler! I could care less about his undefeated streak. Because come this Triple Threat match I plan on squashing him and that talentless dolt, Johnny Rotten.
He leans back in his chair and crosses his legs and smirks
Jeff James: You may ask why the change of heart. To answer you truthfully, there never was a change of heart. While there is a Jeff James who respects his wrestlers, there is a Jeff James who would LOVE to (BLEEP) them up. I'm talking about ending their pathetic careers. I would love nothing more than to bend O'Brien into a pretzel hoping to snap a bone or two. Or taking Johnny Rotten and having him experience the James Effect. For you see, these two rookies mean nothing to me. They don't have promising careers in NAPW, they are just two jobbers to be. O'Brien, once I end this winning streak of yours. Your momentum is going to stop dead in its tracks. NAPW gave you one chance to go against someone of my caliber and you are going to blow it. Because you simply don't have what it takes to defeat Jeff James. You think your list of wins impresses me? Its not the fact you cheated. Because I've cheated. But its just the people O'Brien! You hope to add me to that list but its only a dream!
His smirk becomes a grin
Jeff James: It amazes me how you have fallen for my traps. Every single last one of them. I contradict myself and you JUMP on it. You attempt to belittle me. Yet it has no effect so you find something else. It still doesn't work so now your just ANGRY...Anger helps you win matches, believe me. My win against the Yellow Chicken...You will never understand that anger. The anger that takes over when you hear that bell ring and the opponent named the victor because of...The time limit. Yet I held it in, and when I went to fight Yellow Chicken in that final battle...I conquered.
You tell me how I don't know your accomplishments O'Brien. With this.
He leans over and unzips the dufflebag. He pulls out a few black boxes
Jeff James(holding out the boxes) With tapes. These tapes are capable of holding up to 12 hours of information. In my bag I have alot more. So with that, I own every last Jay O'Brien match. I can also tell you that I've watched a majority of it. I've seen you at your best and I've seen you at your worst Jay O'Brien.
You pose no threat to me. Rotten poses no threat to me. I'm a main eventer while you two (BLEEP)ers are curtain jerker's. Engaged in this little "feud" just so you two can prove who's "better".
But sadly your not proving anything to anyone. For the NAPW fans could care less about this feud. They could care less about your undefeated streaks and they could care less about what you've done out of NAPW. When you enter NAPW you have NO accomplishments. You may of been world champ somewhere and nominated greatest wrestler of the year over there. But this is NAPW. Le creme de le creme. We're the best of the best and you two rookies have you to experience it fully. You've yet to get a real taste of what we can bring to that ring.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath
Jeff James: Johnny Rotten, I honestly don't know why your even in this match. You've been buried. This should be O'Brien and I. Your the third wheel now. Not me. Your winning streak is done. Must you suffer another loss? Another blow to your moral? PLEASE tell me what I have to do to shut you up. The thing that saddens me though. Is that you truely believe you have a shot in this match.
See, after Cold Snap...You truly had a shot. You could of beat O'Brien. BUT I was placed into your match. Jeff James, your superior.
The Superior of ninety-five percent of the NAPW roster. I am on top, while you are struggling to be on the bottom. Yes, there is the story of the underdog. But that means nothing when it comes to me. Underdog stories only come true when the person your facing gets cocky and underestimates you. I'm only cocky, I've not once underestimated you or O'Brien. For you see, I've watched your tapes too Rotten. I'm not amazed. I've seen so many opportunities where you could of used a decisive move in a match, or where you could of reversed and turned the tide of the match. BUT NO, like O'Brien you are inexperienced when it comes to the level of competition in NAPW. NAPW's competition redefines the word. You have people like Krenshov, DX, Lloyd Rees, Ravager, Patrick Bickle, "Sick" Billy Kryenik, Simply Beautiful, Chris Casino, Tommy Deathrow, The Midnight Cowboys, Evan Cartwright, Dez Carter...Must I continue?
He shifts in his seat and uncrosses his legs, placing his hands on his laps and leaning a bit forward. Looking at the camera with a devilish stare
Jeff James: You two want to leave your mark. You want to prove you us that your the best. Then you need to beat the best...And you two are looking at him. You need to take me to the mat and keep my shoulders down for the three. Thats the only way your going to do it. Enziguri's won't knock me out. Submissions won't make me tap. You need to incapacitate me...And trust me kids, thats ALOT easier said then done. Predator and your the prey. I pull the strings and you dance. Easy as that. I told you fate plays its game? Well, your staring fate in the eyes. Try to defy me.
He gets up out of his seat, drops the tapes back in the dufflebag, and we fade to black