Chris Jacobs -VS- Rage |
Inter-Provincial Champ |
Thinking Man |
Jacobs:"You know I find it rather humorous that people beg for attention. They fall to their knees as ask for the attention that they lack like a child. They plead to the fans and the management to open their eyes and see what stands before them. They continue to make noise like a child with attention defeciency syndrome. Until their screams are finally heard. But they are heard out of pure frustration. But it is not because the person has finally been noticed.It is because the level of tolerance has reached it's breaking point. Then when the attention has finally been given. The reason for the begging is very idiotic.Why am I bringing this up?"
Jacobs looks to the air. He places his index finger on his right cheek and his thumb on his jaw. He begins to make comical noises as he appears in thought.
Jacobs:"Well I mention this because it is the tactics that are being used by my dear opponent this week. I forget his name from time to time. I never heard of him before. I am just kidding. It is the man that goes by the name of Rage. A man that seems to have A.D.D. I am not making fun of this illness but this man clearly suffers from it. But it seems rather disturbing that a grown man must use these tactics as a manner of sympathy. But it is funny at the sametime.Because I could imagine him on his knees as he begs management for every little thing. Rage, you need to get off your knees and stop begging. You want the attention that you crave. You reach for that attention and grab it. You earn that attention and it should not be given to anyone that begs for it.You sit there and whine about your pleas being ignored. Anyone with a pair would ignore your pleas. You beg like the beggar that stands outside of the bank. You stand there for countless hours. You beg for change from every and anyone that enters or exits the bank. But regardless of how many times he ask for that change, people still shake their heads and reply, I have no change. When are you going to learn that nobody has any change for you?"
He begins to laugh hysterically. Over his left eye, a sweat drop begins to form. He quickly wipes it off.
Jacobs:"Boy, I must have eaten something that went the wrong way. But back to my fellow COPW alumn.Rage, you need to get a grip of reality and quit the preaching. You want to stand there and make yourself into someone that you are not. Then you should do so. But you are not fooling anyone. I have seen this act on many occasions and after awhile, the well goes dry. Is your well going dry? You seem to consider yourself something of a sociologist. You constantly bring the crap that happens outside of the ring into the forefront. Someone has to do it eventually. But you have bored me into submission. I sat here and waited for a response from you and you decided to retaliate with a speech that would be heard in a Rage Against The Machine concert. Am I suppose to stand here and be in awe with your promo? I am not at the least impressed. You stand there as a man that clearly has internal matters that need to be resolved. But yet rather than concern yourself about you so-called revolution. You decided to look at my so-called change. Why should you care what happens to me? There is nothing that is changing about me. It is called a competitors spirit that resides in me. I am a fighter and I will continue to fight my fight. But let's get to your concern about my past promo."
Jacobs reaches back and grabs a tissue. He begins to blow his nose as he takes the paper and tosses it behind him. He suddenly grimaces as he clutches his stomach.He sits up after a few seconds.
Jacobs:"Murdered and raped? You accused me of doing this to a child. Let me tell you something,moron. You need to really get a grip with yourself before you use words of this nature.You place yourself on this pedestal like you are the second coming of Jesus Christ. How many stones have you cast? You are right. I was in a sour mood. I admitted to my wife that my behavior was wrong towards the little gnat. But for you to respond like this. Well I am upset about this. I am angered. I am...whatever man. If you think it bothered me what I did to that kid, well it doesn't. But if you want to use this whole psychology view of it. Well knock yourself out because you have just bored the hell out of us. You want to do this, well then knock yourself out.Because it has no affect on me but prep me for my nap time. But there is something that you are mistaking. You seem to think that this kid is ruined because of my act. When a father stands there with his son and asked another grown man for an autograph. Well there is the problem. Because the role model for each of these kids that are fans should be the father. Not some man that entertains for a living the fans that come out and see him on a weekly basis. This is the problem with our society, stupid. People want other people to raise their kids. We all had heroes when we grew up but a wrestler was never one of them, Rage.But I did like the idea of writing a biography. Thank you for that piece of advice. I will definitely begin that journey."
Jacobs reaches over to the wall next to him.He presses something because a click is heard. Suddenly, music that sounds like classical music begins to play. Jacobs laughs as he lowers the volume.
Jacobs:"Rage, you need to realize the reason for you being in the ring this Tuesday. It is for entertainment value that I will have the pleasure of shutting you up and bouncing you out of this tournament. You have spewed out a load of crap that has made my ears hurt and upset my stomach to the brink of vomitting. But I will hold it all down for now. But for you to even think that you will make it past this round is very moronic. You have just earned a one way ticket back to the lower card where you belong. Until then, see you around."
Just as he finishes his sentence, he turns around once again and the sound of a toilet flushing echoes throughout the room. The cameras pan back as Jacobs is seen with some toilet paper in hand. The camera begins to shake as the smell seems to be affecting the equillibrium of the cameraman. Seconds later, the camera hits the ground as Jacobs is heard.
Jacobs:"This is the last time that I eat some of Desiree's chilly. It tore my stomach up."
His feet are seen walk past the camera.
Cameras Fade
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Breakfast With The Wife
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The cameras turn on as we are in the kitchen at the Jacobs' Estate in Orlando, Florida. Desiree is in the kitchen as she is dressed in white silk pajamas.She has an apron on as she has a caron of eggs on the counter. She reaches into the refridgerator and removes a pack of bacon from the refridgerator. He places it on the counter next to the eggs. She has a skillet on the stove. She places a piece of butter in the center of the skillet. She then turns around and picks up one egg. She taps it on the rim of a plastic cup as the shell cracks open. She places the yolk in the cup and tosses the shell into the garbage can. She continues to do the same to eight more eggs. She then grabs a fork and begins to batter the eggs. She turns towards the stove and pours the eggs into the skillet. She stands there and watches as the eggs begin to cook. She suddenly feels two hands reach behind her. The hands wrap around her waist.She closes her eyes as a voice begins to whisper in her ear. She then turns around and notices that her husband, Christopher Jacobs, is standing face to face. She kisses him on the lips as he returns the kiss passionately.
Jacobs:"Good morning, sweety."
Desiree:"Good morning love, how are you this morning?"
Jacobs:"I'm good. It also smells good. I sure am hungry."
Desiree:"Well it will be done in a few minutes."
Jacobs sits down on a stool next to the counter. He looks out the window as the entire yard of the estate is seen from this view. He looks around and notices that nobody is near the pool.
Jacobs:"Hey sweetheart, how come my dad is not in the pool? He usually is taking his morning swim at this time."
Desiree:"You mother said that he had an appointment with a client this morning. I don't know what time he left."
Jacobs:"That is weird, he never missed a morning swim since we moved here. Where is my mother?"
Desiree:"She went with my mother shopping. She said she needed to get out and enjoy herself."
Jacobs:"Ohh boy, there goes my father's money. Those two getting together is trouble to a credit card."
Desiree:"Now that is not nice."
Jacobs:"Yeah, you are right. You have to love them two."
Jacobs continues to look outside. After about fifteen minutes, Desiree fixes him a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. She places the plate in front of him and pours a cup of orange juice for him. She hands him the cup as he begins to eat. She makes herself a plate and sits right next to him.He bumps into her as she tries to drink juice. She giggles as juice comes out of her nostril. He laughs hysterically as he falls back and hits the floor.She grabs a scott towel and wipes her nose. Jacobs gets up and sits back on the stool.
Desiree:"I can't believe that you did that."
Jacobs:"Sorry, couldn't help myself."
Desiree:"I'll get you back. You know I am going to get you back."
Jacobs:"You already did get me."
Desiree:"When?"
Jacobs:"One word, baby. Chilly."
Desiree:"Chilly, what about chilly?"
Jacobs:"Nothing baby, but you outdid yourself with this breakfast."
Desiree:"Sweety, I want to talk to you about the other day. I kinda send the kid an autograph that you signed to him by mail. Hope you don't mind."
Jacobs:"Nope, that is fine baby. This is the reason I love you. You are always thinking the right thing."
Desiree:"Yeah, I am awesome,ain't I?"
Jacobs:"Yes, you are."
Desiree:"Good answer."
Jacobs:"Love you sweety."
He leans over and kisses her on her right cheek. She smiles as they both begin to eat. The sun begins to enter through the window as they look out the window.
**Cameras Fade To Black**
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State Of Mind |
Jacobs:”You know I never really did finish my thoughts on the promo by my opponent, Rage. You know I enjoyed how you reacted to my claim about you reaching the top of the mountain. It’s funny how you mentioned the lack of oxygen and hallucinations. Because ever since I have listened to your promos, I have realized that all these things you claim would happen to me because of the elevation of the mountain are funny. You are the one that appears to be suffering from lack of oxygen. Once again, you paint yourself as some kind of martyr to the people. You think I worry about the inner demons that I have dormant deep inside. Is that what you are going to concentrate on. Sad, so sad, it is sad that you seem to look at people and give these ridiculous thoughts on them. You need to look into the mirror more often.”
He wraps his left fist very tightly. With each tug on the tape, Jacobs looks more angered.
Jacobs:”Who am I trying to fool? Nobody. I must have touched a nerve inside that little brain of yours. Because this is one of the worst rants I have ever listened to. You have made yourself into somekind of superhero. But you think anyone cares about your personal beliefs on the society that we live in today. Nobody cares. But yet you find it in yourself to keep this up. The truth must be somewhere in the words I have spoke because you have defended yourself boldly here.”
Jacobs continues to wrap his fist. He looks at his hand as he is almost done.
Jacobs:”The point of this tournament is to be the best the SCCW has to offer. But yet you have once again thrown the claim that the winner of the tournament means nothing. Then what would happen if you would win? You would completely flip the script. The point of the matter is that I belong here and you do not. You have no right to be in this competition. But yet you crave the victory that you gained at the hands of defeating Travis Black. You make him out to be one of the best you have faced. I easily disposed of him while you just got by. But yet you disrespect the man and claim that he will go into the crowd and not be remembered. But yet you want to be remembered. You claim that some of the SNS roster members recognize you and they do not recognize me.”
Jacobs snaps the tape as he is done taping his fist. He stands up and places the tape in his locker. He closes the door to his locker.He turns towards the camera.
Jacobs:"You know Rage. No more games and ridiculous preaching. Say what you really mean and mean what you really say. You stand there and continue to accuse a make believe green monster in your promos. But the simple fact is that you have the same greed that we all do. I want gold and you crave the attention. So you are hypocrytical with your own beliefs. You claimed that you have never sought the approval of people from the SNS roster but yet you plead for attention. This seems very contradictory. But I guess there is a double-standard to your rants. But I guess in your eyes, it is fine."
He begins to walk towards the ring area. He grabs a towel that is hanging from a towel rack and places the towel over his head. But he continues to coverse as the camera walks with him
Jacobs:"This is the test you wanted , Rage. You want people to notice you. You claim that nobody knows me. But if you defeat me, my name will carry you to that mountain top. You may be right that the SNS roster does not know me. But at the sametime, this is a good thing. You said they know you and I take it they have beaten you before. Therefore, you are very predictable.I am the unknown that they all fear. I am the man that they have yet to face. I am the man that they are unfamiliar with. You must know about me before you past judgement. But at the sametime, I will enjoy it when I defeat you and you are sitting in that ring wondering what happened.When you are sitting there and wondering if that kid is still cheering for me regardless on the way I treated him. This is the lesson that will forever haunt you. This is the reason that you continue to spew the views that you have on society. You are a man that fears failure. You sit there and baffle me about the meaningless tournament that we are participating in. I mean if you do not want this title, then turn around and bounce. My heart is full of greed and unlike you, I am not afraid to admit it. Because you hide behind these views that place yourself on a pedestal. But the pedestal is beginning to rock as I am about to knock you right off the loft. You will fall to your knees as you have fallen prey to your own little monster that is properly named failure. You failure is the reason that you are the way you are. I am not afraid of failure. Not because I have yet to experience it. But for the fact that when and if I do, it will make me stronger and not the preacher that you are.Rage,this tournament is for the pride and glory of the SCCW.It is not for a political office. It is to earn the right to be called the man. It is the right to be known as the SCCW Unified Provincial World Champion. This is what you are fighting for. But it doesn't seem like you want it as bad as I do. Because of this, you will lose this week. You will suffer a loss by the handler of the Green Monster. You hear it coming. It is stalking you and I am right behind it. Open your eyes and complete that revolution crap that you have yet to accomplish. Because you will be beaten by the man that carried the COPW on his back. You will learn my name as will all others. It starts this week and next week, I will be crowned the champion. The age of excellence has begun and it starts with the ending of a revolution."
He exits the locker room as he shuts the lights off.
**Cameras Fade To Black**
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