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"I, uh... wasn't expecting you guys to be here. Heh, guess I look pretty damn stupid now don't I? But what the hell, I looked pretty good for a guy who hasn't surfed in a few years right? God damn right I did. But the damn board hit me right in the face. That shit stings!"
He smiles a little.
"Its alright, we can just tell everyone Shawn Insayne did it. After the temper tantrum he threw at Mayhem, he sounds like he needs it. So here ya go Shawn. This is going to bruise, and I'll tell everyone that you did this to me? Hopefully nobody saw the match, though, or they won't really believe me. People would ask when, exactly, did you even get close to my face? And I don't know if I can come up with anything. I guess we could tell them it happened between me suplexing and then powerbombing you. Or maybe it happened after I speared you to the canvas. Either way, I doubt they'll buy it. But I'll try. You are a champion after all. That belt means so much to ya, that you got your ass handed to you buy a guy you referred to as a 'newbie' who wrestles jobbers. So I wonder what that makes you?"
As he finishes that sentence, a couple of Australian guys walk up shouting something. They're carrying their boards and laughing on the way towards JaXion. As they get closer, they stop laughing. He speaks in a thick Australian accent.
"Bart, look at this bloke! He bailed out of that wave and messed his face right up."
"Hah, yeah man, that was one major fall. You alright there?"
JaXion looks irritated at the two guys. Not sure if his face is what hurts, or if its his pride. But either way, he's irritated.
"Yeah, I'm doin' just fine."
"Wait a minute... Don't I know you from somewhere? Hey, Mick, where do we know this bloke from?"
"Aw yeeeaaah... You're that wrestlin' guy, aren't ya? We saw you the other night at the show! Damn fun time. Not quite as good as Eric Clapton, but still exciting! You really beat up on some bloke didn't you?"
"Yeah, I'm the wrestling guy. I'm JaXion. Good to meet you guys. And yes, I guess you could say I really beat up on someone."
"I've been watching a lot of your ACW stuff lately. You've been all over the place! That guy you beat was a champ, wasn't he? You beat him good!"
"Yep, Shawn Insayne. He is the International Champion. At least for a few more days. Because Monday night, I get to face him again. And this time it is for the championship."
"Well then you'll beat him for sure right? He barely touched you last time, you will win the title for sure!"
"Well, thats the thing, uh..."
"Mick... the name's Mick. And this is Bart.
"Right, Mick. The thing is, I don't think its going to be that easy to beat him again. This was the first time we wrestled. Shawn had no idea what he was going up against. I tried to tell him, but it didn't work. But this time, he will be ready for me. Monday night, there is a lot more at stake."
"Yeah, but you shouldn't be worried. You are on a role! Two convincing wins in a row! And this guy has to be intimidated by you after the beating you gave him!"
"Whoa, whoa, there Bert..."
"Bart."
"I never said anything about being worried. I'm not worried at all. I am simply stating that, assuming Shawn is even half the champion he claims to be, he will come out with a little more fire in his eyes this week. Because I gotta tell ya, I don't think he was all there last Monday. He didn't bring his best game. And when you fight me, you damn well better bring youre fuckin' 'A' Game, Shawn!"
JaXion face goes from joking, to almost angry. The two other men sense this and look at each other.
"Well it was good to meet ya. Good luck Monday."
"Yeah, beat that bloke's ass."
The two men hurry off before JaXion gets any more heated. He looks into the camera.
"Shawn Insayne. Bad Company. You pissed me off. You really did. All last week you preached to me about having dreams, about caring about that title belt, all that garbage you tried to feed me... and then you show up last Monday and get wrecked? So, any illusions or ideas of Shawn Insayne: Proud Champion, are gone. You hold that belt because you earned it, yes. However, as a champion losing is unacceptable. You no longer deserve that belt. When you showed up and gave me fifty percent of the ability I know you can wrestle at, you lost your privilege to deserve being a champion. You spouted all of this shit about what being a champion is about, then you showed absolutely none of it in the ring. Actions are a hell of a lot louder than words, my friend. And right now, your actions are telling me one thing, and one thing only. They're saying 'I don't want this belt, take it from me JaXion. Just make it quick like you did last week'! Pathetic..."
He turns around a minute collecting himself. He picks up a towel laying next to his surfboard and wipes his face. Then laughs a little.
"Then you have the nerve, the god damned nerve to throw you tantrum backstage, and basically stomp off like a mad five year old. See, here's the deal. First of all, I don't give a rat's ass what you think, or what anyone else in the ACW thinks of me. I don't care whether you underestimate me, or if I'm the underdog, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, the fact is, I beat you into the ground. I said it would happen, and it happened. You looked at me like I was playing the 'new guy' role, and didn't realize how much more talented I am than you. I dismantled you, then made you tap out. You gave up, Shawn. So maybe I'm not the underdog anymore."
And as far as the respect thing. I'll just say this. If you don't have some sort of respect for me, you don't know what true wrestling ability and talent looks like. And you wouldn't know it, even if it was staring you in the face. I respect you, Shawn... I do. You take an ass-kicking like no one else I've ever seen. So for that, you have my respect. As far as being a champion, I have no respect for you. And I won't ever have it. Because you see, at Viscious, we will be wrestling for the International Championship. But I am going to be the one defending. Your days of holding ACW gold are numbered. Time's up, Shawn."
"Sweet dreams..."
JaXion throws on his t-shirt, grabs his board, and walks out of camera view. Fade to black.
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