Post by Jordan Moss on Nov 15, 2011 16:05:10 GMT -3
[RP][Jordan Moss vs. Mysery II]
Chapter 3: Immortal Insights
1:15 PM
Baltimore, MD – Wren Wood Apartments[/color]
LEGEND:
- dark green for internal thoughts and actions
- lime green for spoken words
A screen flickers to life. Jordan Moss is standing in front of the camera, as the scene unfolds to the viewer, contained within the humble dimensions of Moss’ apartment. He is wearing a black sweatshirt, the hood is up. His hands are taped, yet the tape is dirty and the taping job is slightly disheveled. The heavy bag situated on the wall behind him is swinging slightly, which indicates that someone was beating on it previously. Moss rolls his neck out and grins his dire wolf grin.
”Pfft. Let’s be real TJ, do you think I gave a single solitary shit about last week? Or about your ridiculous proclamation that this is “your house?” Please. What happened TJ? Couldn’t drive me out? Got a little frustrated? PFFFFFTTT. Come on! Getting all emotional in the fight zone, ducking out of the fight like that, getting disqualified? We had so much more to physically discuss. No matter. The people won’t remember our little match, with the exception of the pieces that are hacked up into Pay-Per-View trailers.”
:: The nerve of that little fuck. I stay quiet due to a week at the Dojo, and he tries to question my professionalism? Tries to question my motivations? I had my issues, but I’m back on track. He’s supposed to be a superstar, one of the golden boys of the ICW, and yet he slips up so badly? Kind of disappointed. No matter, he’ll get his at the PPV. Grr…::
”And they won’t remember your stupid little diatribe, trying to talk to me like you even have an inkling of what I am all about. That’s why I’m saving it all for the World Title match at the PPV. Because its guaranteed, whether you like it or not, I’m in, I earned my way in. I’m there. And it feels damn good.
:: I did, I beat Mysery, and now I’m tasked with doing so again. I’ll deal with him later after Joey gets here. We still have talking to do. As for Mysery, he’ll get his. Back to TJ, back to that gold belt that I’ve been dreaming of. Time to spit fire.::
”But the ecstasy hasn’t even hit my central nervous system yet. Know why? Because I haven’t raped you of the Heavyweight Championship yet. I haven’t taken away what you’ve been hungering for for so long yet. None of this anger would even be existent if you hadn’t come crying last minute about how I’m not for real. None of these desires to crush your dreams would even be alive if you had just kept. Your mouth. Shut.”
:: It takes years of honing your emotional responses to be able to enter combat with a clear mind. Years of traveling, seeing the inside of different gyms and dojos, you learn that it is all business as usual no matter where you end up. TJ must either be green to the game or he must not have traveled enough, because he still ties his emotions to his wrestling. This is business as usual, you bring everything you’ve got, you put your fury behind your strikes, you put your snap behind your throws, you do not waste your energy. He doesn’t understand. Not yet.::
”You dug this grave for yourself TJ, and when I crush you and whomever else crosses my line of sight and take home that belt, you’ll have nobody else to blame but yourself. Your fans won’t save you, your trainers won’t save you, your entourage won’t save you, because I know that from the very beginning, I’ve always been better than you. Do you really think that I’ve shown you every trick in my book? REALLY?! Why would I even consider giving away everything I’ve got on free TV? For the people? I still work hard every night, but there are some tricks you have to keep wrapped up. The Americans didn’t debut the Atom Bomb until the time was right, and that is what I do. I drop my bombs when the time is right.”
:: Whoops, almost forgot, he tried questioning the existence and fervor of my fanbase. There’s a reason why Jimmy T. takes care of the fan site, because I don’t have time to deal with that stuff. I’m a warrior, my time is spent working on my abilities, working to ensure that every word I say gets carried out to the T. “Be a man of your word”, my father always said. So I will be. TJ questioned a lot about me, and that’s fine, I’ll answer them all in spades, and we’ll be certain that he’ll never speak in such a blind manner ever again.::
”And you can go ahead and fuel the lies that people don’t love me, because once again, you’d be far off. I’m cool with slapping hands, I’m cool with signing autographs. I’ve been around the world, and I’ve torn it down in more buildings than you’ve even wrestled in. So don’t even act like you have an ice cube’s chance in hell, because I know what you don’t. In that ring, when I want to, I own you.”
:: Can’t help but laugh at this one. I know I do, I know my talents and I know how hard I work, so I know saying these things aren’t rash. I toyed with Mysery, and TJ only got a taste. Imagine how overwhelmed he’ll feel when he gets everything I’ve got.::
”I’ll say it again.”
:: Emphasis. It’s a good thing.::
”In that ring. I. Own. You.”
”And I’ll put up, and you’ll shut up. You might even cut out your own tongue because of how embarrassed you’ll feel. How wrong you’ll be. Thinking you could even hold a candle to the hardest working athlete in professional wrestling today. You don’t think that I can outwork you in any facet of the game? Try me. Switch up that gameplan, practice your pretty moves, the form on your moonsaults, what have you. Learn it all, study it all, bring it all, because I CAN DO IT ALL.”
”I’m a competitor. That’s my motivation. That’s what keeps my fire burning usually. But there is a second and ulterior motive. Silencing ignorant punks. People who think that because they get a pop from an audience, all of a sudden they are on the fast track to bigger and better things. Give me a fucking break. You are no different than the plethora of glad-handing fan favorites I’ve been seeing for years. Joe Jackhammer, Sean Malone, AJ Cruz, Adam Arion, Uther Indane, the list goes on. All of these guys who had some decent merchandise sales who thought they were the shit because they brought home an extra couple twenties a night.”
”Just lock it up TJ, keep that trap shut until the PPV, and then I can silence you for good. Too bad we aren’t in Russia or Siberia, somewhere where I could just cut your tongue out in the middle of the ring and nobody would whine or complain. Gotta love America, the land of the overly sensitive. If I had my way, I’d be able to say whatever I want whenever I want, but since we have a bunch of stupid parents acting as censors, I can’t. So I can’t cut out your tongue TJ Black, so I’m just going to hurt you. Put you out. And you’ll learn to never question the credibility of a dangerous man ever again. Silence is golden TJ, but not as golden as the belt that will be around my waist come the end of the PPV.”
:: Oh, right. Mysery. Got a little carried away there. Whatever, just gives TJ more to fuel his training. I want everyone at their best when the PPV rolls around. But Mysery. Mysery, now, is just a tune-up.::
”So Mysery, either you campaigned for a rematch, or we just happen to be destined for a rematch. I don’t know what it is, I thought I beat you in a decisive and unquestionable manner. Somebody up top doesn’t think so, so here we find ourselves again. You’ve obviously got some adjustments to make in your game, because I’m not gonna lie. You were a bit of a disappointment. From what Joey had told me about you, he said you were a guy to be careful of. Aside from that DDT, what else did you bring that might have changed the tide? No new moves, no new strategies. Same. Old. Song and dance. I hope you bring something new this time Mysery, because I always have new tricks coming to light, and if you aren’t game to evolve as well, then you will meet extinction. It comes down to two paths. Extinction? Or Evolution? Can you keep up with me? C’mon chump, step it up a notch. I’ll see you at Showdown. Show me something.”
The camera fades to black. Jordan hears a car horn honk outside his window. He peeks out, notices a familiar vehicle, turns around, zips up his jacket, and exits his apartment.
END FEED
Chapter 3: Immortal Insights
1:15 PM
Baltimore, MD – Wren Wood Apartments[/color]
LEGEND:
- dark green for internal thoughts and actions
- lime green for spoken words
A screen flickers to life. Jordan Moss is standing in front of the camera, as the scene unfolds to the viewer, contained within the humble dimensions of Moss’ apartment. He is wearing a black sweatshirt, the hood is up. His hands are taped, yet the tape is dirty and the taping job is slightly disheveled. The heavy bag situated on the wall behind him is swinging slightly, which indicates that someone was beating on it previously. Moss rolls his neck out and grins his dire wolf grin.
”Pfft. Let’s be real TJ, do you think I gave a single solitary shit about last week? Or about your ridiculous proclamation that this is “your house?” Please. What happened TJ? Couldn’t drive me out? Got a little frustrated? PFFFFFTTT. Come on! Getting all emotional in the fight zone, ducking out of the fight like that, getting disqualified? We had so much more to physically discuss. No matter. The people won’t remember our little match, with the exception of the pieces that are hacked up into Pay-Per-View trailers.”
:: The nerve of that little fuck. I stay quiet due to a week at the Dojo, and he tries to question my professionalism? Tries to question my motivations? I had my issues, but I’m back on track. He’s supposed to be a superstar, one of the golden boys of the ICW, and yet he slips up so badly? Kind of disappointed. No matter, he’ll get his at the PPV. Grr…::
”And they won’t remember your stupid little diatribe, trying to talk to me like you even have an inkling of what I am all about. That’s why I’m saving it all for the World Title match at the PPV. Because its guaranteed, whether you like it or not, I’m in, I earned my way in. I’m there. And it feels damn good.
:: I did, I beat Mysery, and now I’m tasked with doing so again. I’ll deal with him later after Joey gets here. We still have talking to do. As for Mysery, he’ll get his. Back to TJ, back to that gold belt that I’ve been dreaming of. Time to spit fire.::
”But the ecstasy hasn’t even hit my central nervous system yet. Know why? Because I haven’t raped you of the Heavyweight Championship yet. I haven’t taken away what you’ve been hungering for for so long yet. None of this anger would even be existent if you hadn’t come crying last minute about how I’m not for real. None of these desires to crush your dreams would even be alive if you had just kept. Your mouth. Shut.”
:: It takes years of honing your emotional responses to be able to enter combat with a clear mind. Years of traveling, seeing the inside of different gyms and dojos, you learn that it is all business as usual no matter where you end up. TJ must either be green to the game or he must not have traveled enough, because he still ties his emotions to his wrestling. This is business as usual, you bring everything you’ve got, you put your fury behind your strikes, you put your snap behind your throws, you do not waste your energy. He doesn’t understand. Not yet.::
”You dug this grave for yourself TJ, and when I crush you and whomever else crosses my line of sight and take home that belt, you’ll have nobody else to blame but yourself. Your fans won’t save you, your trainers won’t save you, your entourage won’t save you, because I know that from the very beginning, I’ve always been better than you. Do you really think that I’ve shown you every trick in my book? REALLY?! Why would I even consider giving away everything I’ve got on free TV? For the people? I still work hard every night, but there are some tricks you have to keep wrapped up. The Americans didn’t debut the Atom Bomb until the time was right, and that is what I do. I drop my bombs when the time is right.”
:: Whoops, almost forgot, he tried questioning the existence and fervor of my fanbase. There’s a reason why Jimmy T. takes care of the fan site, because I don’t have time to deal with that stuff. I’m a warrior, my time is spent working on my abilities, working to ensure that every word I say gets carried out to the T. “Be a man of your word”, my father always said. So I will be. TJ questioned a lot about me, and that’s fine, I’ll answer them all in spades, and we’ll be certain that he’ll never speak in such a blind manner ever again.::
”And you can go ahead and fuel the lies that people don’t love me, because once again, you’d be far off. I’m cool with slapping hands, I’m cool with signing autographs. I’ve been around the world, and I’ve torn it down in more buildings than you’ve even wrestled in. So don’t even act like you have an ice cube’s chance in hell, because I know what you don’t. In that ring, when I want to, I own you.”
:: Can’t help but laugh at this one. I know I do, I know my talents and I know how hard I work, so I know saying these things aren’t rash. I toyed with Mysery, and TJ only got a taste. Imagine how overwhelmed he’ll feel when he gets everything I’ve got.::
”I’ll say it again.”
:: Emphasis. It’s a good thing.::
”In that ring. I. Own. You.”
”And I’ll put up, and you’ll shut up. You might even cut out your own tongue because of how embarrassed you’ll feel. How wrong you’ll be. Thinking you could even hold a candle to the hardest working athlete in professional wrestling today. You don’t think that I can outwork you in any facet of the game? Try me. Switch up that gameplan, practice your pretty moves, the form on your moonsaults, what have you. Learn it all, study it all, bring it all, because I CAN DO IT ALL.”
”I’m a competitor. That’s my motivation. That’s what keeps my fire burning usually. But there is a second and ulterior motive. Silencing ignorant punks. People who think that because they get a pop from an audience, all of a sudden they are on the fast track to bigger and better things. Give me a fucking break. You are no different than the plethora of glad-handing fan favorites I’ve been seeing for years. Joe Jackhammer, Sean Malone, AJ Cruz, Adam Arion, Uther Indane, the list goes on. All of these guys who had some decent merchandise sales who thought they were the shit because they brought home an extra couple twenties a night.”
”Just lock it up TJ, keep that trap shut until the PPV, and then I can silence you for good. Too bad we aren’t in Russia or Siberia, somewhere where I could just cut your tongue out in the middle of the ring and nobody would whine or complain. Gotta love America, the land of the overly sensitive. If I had my way, I’d be able to say whatever I want whenever I want, but since we have a bunch of stupid parents acting as censors, I can’t. So I can’t cut out your tongue TJ Black, so I’m just going to hurt you. Put you out. And you’ll learn to never question the credibility of a dangerous man ever again. Silence is golden TJ, but not as golden as the belt that will be around my waist come the end of the PPV.”
:: Oh, right. Mysery. Got a little carried away there. Whatever, just gives TJ more to fuel his training. I want everyone at their best when the PPV rolls around. But Mysery. Mysery, now, is just a tune-up.::
”So Mysery, either you campaigned for a rematch, or we just happen to be destined for a rematch. I don’t know what it is, I thought I beat you in a decisive and unquestionable manner. Somebody up top doesn’t think so, so here we find ourselves again. You’ve obviously got some adjustments to make in your game, because I’m not gonna lie. You were a bit of a disappointment. From what Joey had told me about you, he said you were a guy to be careful of. Aside from that DDT, what else did you bring that might have changed the tide? No new moves, no new strategies. Same. Old. Song and dance. I hope you bring something new this time Mysery, because I always have new tricks coming to light, and if you aren’t game to evolve as well, then you will meet extinction. It comes down to two paths. Extinction? Or Evolution? Can you keep up with me? C’mon chump, step it up a notch. I’ll see you at Showdown. Show me something.”
The camera fades to black. Jordan hears a car horn honk outside his window. He peeks out, notices a familiar vehicle, turns around, zips up his jacket, and exits his apartment.
END FEED
