Post by axlejaxx1 on Dec 24, 2005 3:06:22 GMT -5
[The camera is focused on the entrance to the NAPW backstage area as wrestlers walk through it. Suddenly, a man walks in who the other wrestlers have never seen before. He stands 5'10", wearing straight leg jeans and a leather jacket over a brown shirt. His hair, short and dark brown, spiked up, and his eyes covered by frame-less shades. His name is Axle Jaxx.
As he walks through the halls, he looks at the names on each dressing room door, making a note of them as he searches for his own. Finally reaching it, he goes to grab the knob when suddenly, he hears a voice calling his name, and he turns to face Josh Reynolds
Josh: Jaxx, Josh Reynolds here. Can I have a moment of your time?
Jaxx: Sure...wait, how long have you been waiting out here?
Josh: Oh, a couple hours. I wanted to know if you've seen Maniacs impressive promo, and your thoughts on your upcoming debut match with him.
Jaxx, raising an eyebrow: A couple hours?
Josh: Yeah, I packed a lunch. So, about your match. Are you feeling any anxiety, knowing your first match is with a major star?
rolling his eyes, Jaxx takes the microphone from Josh
Jaxx: Impressive? It doesn't take a genius to realize my name rhymes with Apple Jaxx. Har har, you inventive bastard. Major star? Lets be real here. This guy's walking psychology lesson. First off, he talks about publicity that, from my knowledge, is non-existent other than his own shameless self-promotion. I haven't heard thing about this guy. For someone who's won title after title in promotion after promotion, he sure is a nobody.
But that's not where the heart of this cat lies. From only his first promo, I can already string together numerous psychological issues at work. First of all, no one calls themselves "Maniac" unless they are trying to intimidate their opponents into fleeing from the match, so they don't have to see how weak he really is. I mean the guy actually told me to get out of the match! What kind of coward wants his opponent to throw a match that he could supposedly "dominate"? Then there's the whole "demonic Christmas" theme he has running through their, which means he probably didn't get a lot of presents as a child. He also makes a crack at my sexual preference, which means he was either touched by a priest at a young age, or he wanted to be and hasn't told anyone.
The one thing I couldn't figure out for the life of me, though, is why a guy who claims to be so good would turned down offers of fame and main eventing global Pay-Per-Views. Then it hit me. I understand it now. It came to me, Maniac, when you talked about being fear. You, my man, are afraid. I believe it's called a fear of success. I'll admit, I don't know much about your in-ring history. Maybe you did win all those titles and such. But, you haven't been in the squared circle in over two years. You turned down fame and fortune because, deep down, you were afraid that you couldn't live up to your own hype, to your former "caliber". You talk big, but deep down, you're anxious as hell about stepping in that ring with me. Unpredictable my ass. I could probably predict your next bowel movement, your so damn obvious.
Lets get one thing straight, Maniac. You may have been a superstar at one point. Maybe you dominated wrestlers and sold out arenas all over the world. But this isn't Australia, Brazil, or Spain. This is Edmonton. This is 2006. This is a whole different game, and you're not the Lord of it anymore. You say you want to set an example? Then stop living in the past, and start living in the now.
What is the now? The now is me. Jaxx. I'm not a lord, or a king, or a son of a bitch. I'm just me, through and through. I talk alot of shit, but when it comes down to it, in that ring, it's all business. Hell, I'm not even the biggest guy in the world. But size doesn't mean shit to me. You could be The Giant Gonzoles for all I care. To me, wrestling is about more than power, or glory. It's about heart, and pure will power, and buddy, I've got more than you could dream of. You want to make an example of me, Maniac? Then come and try it. You are right about one thing, though. Our match is about sending a message. And that message will be your broken neck, Marking the Spot where your career ended.
[With that, Jaxx hands Josh the microphone back, and turns to enter his dressing room as the camera fades to black]
As he walks through the halls, he looks at the names on each dressing room door, making a note of them as he searches for his own. Finally reaching it, he goes to grab the knob when suddenly, he hears a voice calling his name, and he turns to face Josh Reynolds
Josh: Jaxx, Josh Reynolds here. Can I have a moment of your time?
Jaxx: Sure...wait, how long have you been waiting out here?
Josh: Oh, a couple hours. I wanted to know if you've seen Maniacs impressive promo, and your thoughts on your upcoming debut match with him.
Jaxx, raising an eyebrow: A couple hours?
Josh: Yeah, I packed a lunch. So, about your match. Are you feeling any anxiety, knowing your first match is with a major star?
rolling his eyes, Jaxx takes the microphone from Josh
Jaxx: Impressive? It doesn't take a genius to realize my name rhymes with Apple Jaxx. Har har, you inventive bastard. Major star? Lets be real here. This guy's walking psychology lesson. First off, he talks about publicity that, from my knowledge, is non-existent other than his own shameless self-promotion. I haven't heard thing about this guy. For someone who's won title after title in promotion after promotion, he sure is a nobody.
But that's not where the heart of this cat lies. From only his first promo, I can already string together numerous psychological issues at work. First of all, no one calls themselves "Maniac" unless they are trying to intimidate their opponents into fleeing from the match, so they don't have to see how weak he really is. I mean the guy actually told me to get out of the match! What kind of coward wants his opponent to throw a match that he could supposedly "dominate"? Then there's the whole "demonic Christmas" theme he has running through their, which means he probably didn't get a lot of presents as a child. He also makes a crack at my sexual preference, which means he was either touched by a priest at a young age, or he wanted to be and hasn't told anyone.
The one thing I couldn't figure out for the life of me, though, is why a guy who claims to be so good would turned down offers of fame and main eventing global Pay-Per-Views. Then it hit me. I understand it now. It came to me, Maniac, when you talked about being fear. You, my man, are afraid. I believe it's called a fear of success. I'll admit, I don't know much about your in-ring history. Maybe you did win all those titles and such. But, you haven't been in the squared circle in over two years. You turned down fame and fortune because, deep down, you were afraid that you couldn't live up to your own hype, to your former "caliber". You talk big, but deep down, you're anxious as hell about stepping in that ring with me. Unpredictable my ass. I could probably predict your next bowel movement, your so damn obvious.
Lets get one thing straight, Maniac. You may have been a superstar at one point. Maybe you dominated wrestlers and sold out arenas all over the world. But this isn't Australia, Brazil, or Spain. This is Edmonton. This is 2006. This is a whole different game, and you're not the Lord of it anymore. You say you want to set an example? Then stop living in the past, and start living in the now.
What is the now? The now is me. Jaxx. I'm not a lord, or a king, or a son of a bitch. I'm just me, through and through. I talk alot of shit, but when it comes down to it, in that ring, it's all business. Hell, I'm not even the biggest guy in the world. But size doesn't mean shit to me. You could be The Giant Gonzoles for all I care. To me, wrestling is about more than power, or glory. It's about heart, and pure will power, and buddy, I've got more than you could dream of. You want to make an example of me, Maniac? Then come and try it. You are right about one thing, though. Our match is about sending a message. And that message will be your broken neck, Marking the Spot where your career ended.
[With that, Jaxx hands Josh the microphone back, and turns to enter his dressing room as the camera fades to black]