Post by Jay Omega on Jun 24, 2014 13:09:07 GMT -5
*Our scene fades in on the idyllic banks of the Schwarzsee lake, in Zermatt, Switzerland. At the edge of the dark waters stand two men, one Caucasian, the other Japanese, both bundled up against the frigid mountain air, the Caucasian wearing bright green ski pants and a black parka, his companion attired similarly, though in hues of red. The Caucasian bends down, his blond head slipping free of the fur-trimmed hood of his black parka. He picks up a small stone, then fires it out across the lake in a side arm throw. The stone skips four times, before sinking beneath the waters with a barely audible "sploosh". The Japanese man turns his head slightly, as the cameraman's booted foot scrapes against a rock on his approach. With a nudge and a nod, he brings his companion's attention to the camera coming ever closer. The blond glances over quickly, a slightly disapproving expression on his scarred face. He bends down to pick up another stone, and hurls it at the water, getting five skips this time, then turns to face the cameraman.*
Man: You're late.
Cameraman: Yeah, sorry, the train from Zurich was delayed.
Man: Excuses. Doesn't matter. Now that you've arrived, I fear I have to tell you that your services are not required.
*A moment of silence passes before the cameraman responds, confusion evident in his voice.*
Cameraman: I was told I'd be coming to Switzerland to film your first promotional video for the WCF...
Man: Then you were told wrong. I requested a camera, not an operator. You can leave the camera with my friend Ajira...
*The man indicates the crimson-clad Japanese fellow to his left, who nods politely.*
Man: ...And be on your way.
Cameraman: I can't leave company property unattended. And I'm definitely not giving the camera to someone I just met. I could get fired.
Man: Mmm. You could get fired. But you will get hurt, if you don't do as I suggested. No, don't argue, I'll take full responsibility for this. Consider it a business transaction; tell Mister Lerch he can bill me for the rig.
*The cameraman considers this for a moment, then realizes he really has no other options. Grumbling under his breath, the operator dutifully hands the camera over to the man referred to as Ajira, and begins his trek back to civilization. Ajira takes a few moments to adjust the camera properly on his shoulder, then turns toward his compatriot.*
Man: You know how to work that thing?
Ajira(offscreen): Of course I do. Ready?
*The blond man gives a half grin.*
Man: Action!
*The screen abruptly goes blank for a moment, then fades back in on the blond man's sour expression.*
Man: --ucking idiot sometimes.
Ajira(offscreen): Shut up. I didn't know it was already recording.
Man: And is it recording now?
Ajira(offscreen): Pretty sure, yeah.
Man: All right, let's take it from the top.
*The image pulls back a bit, giving us a head to toe view of the man before us. He sweeps a low bow, then straightens himself, an amused expression on his face.*
Man: Hey there, folks. Some of you already know who I am, having followed my illustrious career over the last decade and a half. However, since I've been out of the ring for a while, and am just starting out in a promotion I've never worked for, I can understand that many people watching this may have no ideas as to my identity. So, first and foremost, allow me to introduce myself.
*The shot tightens, closing in on the upper torso and face of the man before us.*
Man: For those of you who don't already know, I am Jay Omega. Called the Omega Man by some, the Hardcore Maniac by others--
Ajira(offscreen, quietly): And dipshit by more.
Jay: I heard that. Anyway, I stand before you today, among the foothills of the Matterhorn; one of the more popular destinations for those who seek the thrill of danger, and the rush of adrenalin that comes from reaching the summit of a mountain. I chose this location for my introduction, because I feel it serves as an apt metaphor for the weeks to come. Take a look up there.
*Omega waves a hand behind him, and the camera obediently tilts up, slowly panning up the more than fourteen thousand feet of mountain in the background, stopping when cloud-enshrouded, snow capped peak is in view.*
Jay(offscreen): Somewhere up there is Steve Orbit, carefully balancing himself atop the spire, looking down at those who are inevitably working their way toward him.
*The camera pans back down, bringing the Omega Man back into the frame.*
Jay: And down here is little ol' me. Those of you who are somewhat familiar with me may be wondering why I'm in the foothills, when I could just take a helicopter ride straight to the top of the mountain. Or, in wrestling terms, you may be wondering why I haven't bought my way into the World title picture. Those of you who are more familiar with me, though, will understand that I don't work that way. Maybe I've spent too much time with Zanatos Kell, but I have the spirit of a warrior, and that spirit will not allow me to take such shortcuts.
*Omega gives a seemingly helpless shrug, then a wry grin.*
Jay: Besides, what fun would it be to jump straight to the top? Sure, I know I deserve to be there, and many of you know it as well. But, as is ever the case in this line of work, knowing something doesn't mean jack if you can't prove it. Which is why I'm in the foothills; I'll have to scramble over a few low end lumps before I can even begin my ascent. And that segues into my debut match in the WCF. Quite fitting that I make my debut on Pay Per View, rather than syndicated television.
*Jay motions for the camera to follow, and begins walking in the general direction of the mountain in the background, his course meandering around and through a collection of boulders, speaking over his shoulder.*
Jay: And as far as that match goes, well, I don't know if I should be flattered, or insulted. On one hand, I've been booked to debut in a Triple Threat match, at a prestigious Pay Per View event, and tasked with facing two opponents, rather than one, as is customary. This fills me with a bit of excitement; it's an indication that Mister Lerch doesn't intend to take things easy on me, just because I'm new here. On the other hand...
*Omega turns around, his expression a mixture of confusion and disdain.*
Jay: I'm booked against Adam Young, and Biohazard. Don't get me wrong, I understand that Lerch isn't going to throw anyone even half decent at me in my first match; that's not how you run a business. But I have to admit, I'm more than a little insulted that he chose these two. I've spent the last two days scouting these guys, and quite honestly, Ajira here had to wake me up at one point, because I had fallen asleep. That might have had more to do with the copious amount of pot I smoked yesterday, but I'm pretty sure that watching Adam Young wrestle is like buying a one way ticket to Dullsville, and Biohazard is the train's conductor.
*Jay resumes his trek, stopping beside one particularly large boulder to retrieve a climber's pack, which he hoists onto his back, then continues on his way.*
Jay: I originally intended to start out at the base of the mountain, and liken this upcoming bout to taking those first precarious steps up this dangerous incline. But after checking out how these two have performed over the last few months, I decided to move a bit further back. I find the metaphor works better this way, since neither of my opponents will prove any more a challenge than this leisurely hike.
*The Omega Man pauses once again, with his back to us, and his head dips down for a moment. The sound of a lighter flaring to life is heard, and a thin tendril of smoke curls upward in a serpentine stream over Omega's head, shortly followed by a small cloud of similar shade.*
Jay: Mmm, tasty. Now, it might seem arrogant of me to so readily dismiss not one, but two men I've never faced before, and I'm okay with that. When a man reaches the competitive level I've attained, arrogance is almost a foregone conclusion. After all, I've defeated every single person I've ever squared off against, with the exception of one man, and it galls me to no end that Devon Mayhem has retired without a loss to me.
*Jay stops and turns about abruptly, facing the camera once more, with a rather large joint dangling between the fingers of his right hand.*
Jay: I'm not saying I'm undefeated. Far from it. I'm just saying that, no matter the opponent, I've managed to come back, and win at least one match against everyone I've ever fought. Some were tougher than others, and I don't expect the WCF locker room to be familiar with the likes of Orlando Olazabul Ortega, Brian Williams, or even the Legendary Low. Though, really, more people should be familiar with that last one.
*Omega takes a few puffs from his joint, holds the smoke in his lungs for a few moments, then releases it in a steady stream.*
Jay: I could regale you all with my personal history, and list my many, many, many accomplishments, achievements, accolades, and awards, but everyone knows that titles won in past promotions don't count for shit in the current one. Also, I don't feel like spending the next three hours talking about how awesome I am.
*Off screen, Ajira snorts derisively.*
Jay: Yeah, I know, it's my favourite topic of conversation. But it's a little too early in my tenure here to do such things. I will, however, give you a bit of insight as to why I'm so confident in my chances at Blast. Thing is, despite the fact that I have two opponents, I hold almost every advantage going into this fight. I've had the opportunity to scout my opponents, while they will be left in the dark concerning my in-ring prowess. I have the advantage of speed over Young. Not much, but enough to make a difference. I've got a slight weight advantage over Biohazard, and from what I've seen, that guy's not firing on all cylinders.
Ajira(offscreen): And you are?
*Jay chuckles mildly.*
Jay: You know I'm not. But you also know that I'm more in control of myself than I have been in years.
*Omega puffs on his doobie again, and speaks around the smoke as he exhales.*
Jay: Mores the pity for my opponents. Five years ago, I would have gotten so lost in tangents that nobody would be able to decipher what the Hell I was talking about. But I've found my focus, with some help from my hetero life partner over there--
Ajira(offscreen): Still sounds gay when you say it like that.
Jay: Stop interrupting. You want gay, I'll invite Osbourne over for the weekend.
Ajira(offscreen): Please don't.
Jay: Then shut up. Now, where was I?
*The Omega Man places the joint between his lips, and strokes his chin while he attempts to re-collect his thoughts. Every now and then, the glowing tip of the spliff flares briefly, as Jay puffs contentedly. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers, pulls the cannon from his mouth, and smiles broadly as he exhales.*
Jay: Right! My greatest advantage going into this, is that I'm no stranger to seemingly insurmountable odds. I'm also no stranger to pulling miracles out of my ass--
Ajira(offscreen, quietly): Among other things.
*Omega's face darkens, and he shoots a level glare in Ajira's direction.*
Jay: One more, Ajira. I can do this without you. And if it comes to that, you can forget about me hooking you up with a ski bunny back at the resort.
*Though out of view, it can be assumed that Ajira makes a placating gesture, as Jay's expression becomes neutral once again.*
Jay: The icing on this cake is the fact that, even if science were capable of combining Adam Young and Biohazard into one man, the resulting freak of nature would still fall short of WCF's mid-card, let alone the living incarnation of awesomeness that I am. I've trained under the best, I've teamed with the best, but more importantly, I've beaten the best. And at Blast, I'll be adding another pair of notches to my belt.
*Omega slips the pack off his back, reaches inside, and pulls out a large championship belt, its face covered in a multitude of scratches, in groups of five. Upon seeing the title belt, Ajira lets out an audible groan.*
Ajira(offscreen): You're still carrying that thing around? Give it up, man. The X closed down years ago.
*Jay gives Ajira and the camera an incredulous look, and protectively hugs the belt to his chest.*
Jay: Give it up? Do you remember what I had to go through to win this thing? How many World titles have you held, Ajira? Hmm? Yeah, none. How many times have you beat Low? Or Brian Williams? Or anyone, in the last few years?
Ajira(offscreen): I'm thinking I should start with you.
Jay: And I'll give you the same advice I'd give Biohazard and Adam Young; keep dreaming. Shoot for the stars, kid, and maybe some day you'll get there. Probably not, but stranger things have happened.
*The Omega Man stuffs his prized championship belt back into his pack, hoists the pack onto his shoulders again, then takes another hit off his joint, before passing it to Ajira.*
Jay: Now, some might call me foolish for being so hasty in uploading this video. I can think of a few people from my past who probably would have waited to put their video online until Blast was right around the corner. Mainly in the hopes of one-upping their opponents. I'm not worried about that, though. Just by being here, I've one-upped my opponents. I'm absolutely certain that neither Young, nor Biohazard will say anything that could even possibly shake my confidence. In fact, the smartest thing either of them could do, is keep their respective mouths shut, lest they embarrass themselves. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if one or the other actually forfeits the match. Which would be written into the history books as the smartest career move either one ever made.
*Jay turns once more, and comes to the crest of the low foothills in but a few short steps. Ajira steps up beside him, affording us a breath taking view of the majestic mountain before us. The two begin a slow descent into a small valley, before coming to the true base of the Matterhorn, where Omega pauses again.*
Jay: I'm already over the minor obstacles set in my way, and much like the trodden ground behind me, neither Young nor Biohazard are capable of fathoming the greatness that just walked all over them. The true ascension begins soon enough, and I'll not pretend it's going to be an easy climb. But it's something I will do, despite, or perhaps because of the inherent danger. We all want to sit on the mountain top, we all want to take in that sweeping view of the world below us; greeting the sunrise long before it reaches the insignificant ants scurrying about at ground level. Some of us will make it there, myself surely, others will plummet. And some people, like Biohazard, or Adam Young, will never get beyond the foothills.
*The Omega Man gives a slight nod to the camera, and the scene fades to black.*
Man: You're late.
Cameraman: Yeah, sorry, the train from Zurich was delayed.
Man: Excuses. Doesn't matter. Now that you've arrived, I fear I have to tell you that your services are not required.
*A moment of silence passes before the cameraman responds, confusion evident in his voice.*
Cameraman: I was told I'd be coming to Switzerland to film your first promotional video for the WCF...
Man: Then you were told wrong. I requested a camera, not an operator. You can leave the camera with my friend Ajira...
*The man indicates the crimson-clad Japanese fellow to his left, who nods politely.*
Man: ...And be on your way.
Cameraman: I can't leave company property unattended. And I'm definitely not giving the camera to someone I just met. I could get fired.
Man: Mmm. You could get fired. But you will get hurt, if you don't do as I suggested. No, don't argue, I'll take full responsibility for this. Consider it a business transaction; tell Mister Lerch he can bill me for the rig.
*The cameraman considers this for a moment, then realizes he really has no other options. Grumbling under his breath, the operator dutifully hands the camera over to the man referred to as Ajira, and begins his trek back to civilization. Ajira takes a few moments to adjust the camera properly on his shoulder, then turns toward his compatriot.*
Man: You know how to work that thing?
Ajira(offscreen): Of course I do. Ready?
*The blond man gives a half grin.*
Man: Action!
*The screen abruptly goes blank for a moment, then fades back in on the blond man's sour expression.*
Man: --ucking idiot sometimes.
Ajira(offscreen): Shut up. I didn't know it was already recording.
Man: And is it recording now?
Ajira(offscreen): Pretty sure, yeah.
Man: All right, let's take it from the top.
*The image pulls back a bit, giving us a head to toe view of the man before us. He sweeps a low bow, then straightens himself, an amused expression on his face.*
Man: Hey there, folks. Some of you already know who I am, having followed my illustrious career over the last decade and a half. However, since I've been out of the ring for a while, and am just starting out in a promotion I've never worked for, I can understand that many people watching this may have no ideas as to my identity. So, first and foremost, allow me to introduce myself.
*The shot tightens, closing in on the upper torso and face of the man before us.*
Man: For those of you who don't already know, I am Jay Omega. Called the Omega Man by some, the Hardcore Maniac by others--
Ajira(offscreen, quietly): And dipshit by more.
Jay: I heard that. Anyway, I stand before you today, among the foothills of the Matterhorn; one of the more popular destinations for those who seek the thrill of danger, and the rush of adrenalin that comes from reaching the summit of a mountain. I chose this location for my introduction, because I feel it serves as an apt metaphor for the weeks to come. Take a look up there.
*Omega waves a hand behind him, and the camera obediently tilts up, slowly panning up the more than fourteen thousand feet of mountain in the background, stopping when cloud-enshrouded, snow capped peak is in view.*
Jay(offscreen): Somewhere up there is Steve Orbit, carefully balancing himself atop the spire, looking down at those who are inevitably working their way toward him.
*The camera pans back down, bringing the Omega Man back into the frame.*
Jay: And down here is little ol' me. Those of you who are somewhat familiar with me may be wondering why I'm in the foothills, when I could just take a helicopter ride straight to the top of the mountain. Or, in wrestling terms, you may be wondering why I haven't bought my way into the World title picture. Those of you who are more familiar with me, though, will understand that I don't work that way. Maybe I've spent too much time with Zanatos Kell, but I have the spirit of a warrior, and that spirit will not allow me to take such shortcuts.
*Omega gives a seemingly helpless shrug, then a wry grin.*
Jay: Besides, what fun would it be to jump straight to the top? Sure, I know I deserve to be there, and many of you know it as well. But, as is ever the case in this line of work, knowing something doesn't mean jack if you can't prove it. Which is why I'm in the foothills; I'll have to scramble over a few low end lumps before I can even begin my ascent. And that segues into my debut match in the WCF. Quite fitting that I make my debut on Pay Per View, rather than syndicated television.
*Jay motions for the camera to follow, and begins walking in the general direction of the mountain in the background, his course meandering around and through a collection of boulders, speaking over his shoulder.*
Jay: And as far as that match goes, well, I don't know if I should be flattered, or insulted. On one hand, I've been booked to debut in a Triple Threat match, at a prestigious Pay Per View event, and tasked with facing two opponents, rather than one, as is customary. This fills me with a bit of excitement; it's an indication that Mister Lerch doesn't intend to take things easy on me, just because I'm new here. On the other hand...
*Omega turns around, his expression a mixture of confusion and disdain.*
Jay: I'm booked against Adam Young, and Biohazard. Don't get me wrong, I understand that Lerch isn't going to throw anyone even half decent at me in my first match; that's not how you run a business. But I have to admit, I'm more than a little insulted that he chose these two. I've spent the last two days scouting these guys, and quite honestly, Ajira here had to wake me up at one point, because I had fallen asleep. That might have had more to do with the copious amount of pot I smoked yesterday, but I'm pretty sure that watching Adam Young wrestle is like buying a one way ticket to Dullsville, and Biohazard is the train's conductor.
*Jay resumes his trek, stopping beside one particularly large boulder to retrieve a climber's pack, which he hoists onto his back, then continues on his way.*
Jay: I originally intended to start out at the base of the mountain, and liken this upcoming bout to taking those first precarious steps up this dangerous incline. But after checking out how these two have performed over the last few months, I decided to move a bit further back. I find the metaphor works better this way, since neither of my opponents will prove any more a challenge than this leisurely hike.
*The Omega Man pauses once again, with his back to us, and his head dips down for a moment. The sound of a lighter flaring to life is heard, and a thin tendril of smoke curls upward in a serpentine stream over Omega's head, shortly followed by a small cloud of similar shade.*
Jay: Mmm, tasty. Now, it might seem arrogant of me to so readily dismiss not one, but two men I've never faced before, and I'm okay with that. When a man reaches the competitive level I've attained, arrogance is almost a foregone conclusion. After all, I've defeated every single person I've ever squared off against, with the exception of one man, and it galls me to no end that Devon Mayhem has retired without a loss to me.
*Jay stops and turns about abruptly, facing the camera once more, with a rather large joint dangling between the fingers of his right hand.*
Jay: I'm not saying I'm undefeated. Far from it. I'm just saying that, no matter the opponent, I've managed to come back, and win at least one match against everyone I've ever fought. Some were tougher than others, and I don't expect the WCF locker room to be familiar with the likes of Orlando Olazabul Ortega, Brian Williams, or even the Legendary Low. Though, really, more people should be familiar with that last one.
*Omega takes a few puffs from his joint, holds the smoke in his lungs for a few moments, then releases it in a steady stream.*
Jay: I could regale you all with my personal history, and list my many, many, many accomplishments, achievements, accolades, and awards, but everyone knows that titles won in past promotions don't count for shit in the current one. Also, I don't feel like spending the next three hours talking about how awesome I am.
*Off screen, Ajira snorts derisively.*
Jay: Yeah, I know, it's my favourite topic of conversation. But it's a little too early in my tenure here to do such things. I will, however, give you a bit of insight as to why I'm so confident in my chances at Blast. Thing is, despite the fact that I have two opponents, I hold almost every advantage going into this fight. I've had the opportunity to scout my opponents, while they will be left in the dark concerning my in-ring prowess. I have the advantage of speed over Young. Not much, but enough to make a difference. I've got a slight weight advantage over Biohazard, and from what I've seen, that guy's not firing on all cylinders.
Ajira(offscreen): And you are?
*Jay chuckles mildly.*
Jay: You know I'm not. But you also know that I'm more in control of myself than I have been in years.
*Omega puffs on his doobie again, and speaks around the smoke as he exhales.*
Jay: Mores the pity for my opponents. Five years ago, I would have gotten so lost in tangents that nobody would be able to decipher what the Hell I was talking about. But I've found my focus, with some help from my hetero life partner over there--
Ajira(offscreen): Still sounds gay when you say it like that.
Jay: Stop interrupting. You want gay, I'll invite Osbourne over for the weekend.
Ajira(offscreen): Please don't.
Jay: Then shut up. Now, where was I?
*The Omega Man places the joint between his lips, and strokes his chin while he attempts to re-collect his thoughts. Every now and then, the glowing tip of the spliff flares briefly, as Jay puffs contentedly. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers, pulls the cannon from his mouth, and smiles broadly as he exhales.*
Jay: Right! My greatest advantage going into this, is that I'm no stranger to seemingly insurmountable odds. I'm also no stranger to pulling miracles out of my ass--
Ajira(offscreen, quietly): Among other things.
*Omega's face darkens, and he shoots a level glare in Ajira's direction.*
Jay: One more, Ajira. I can do this without you. And if it comes to that, you can forget about me hooking you up with a ski bunny back at the resort.
*Though out of view, it can be assumed that Ajira makes a placating gesture, as Jay's expression becomes neutral once again.*
Jay: The icing on this cake is the fact that, even if science were capable of combining Adam Young and Biohazard into one man, the resulting freak of nature would still fall short of WCF's mid-card, let alone the living incarnation of awesomeness that I am. I've trained under the best, I've teamed with the best, but more importantly, I've beaten the best. And at Blast, I'll be adding another pair of notches to my belt.
*Omega slips the pack off his back, reaches inside, and pulls out a large championship belt, its face covered in a multitude of scratches, in groups of five. Upon seeing the title belt, Ajira lets out an audible groan.*
Ajira(offscreen): You're still carrying that thing around? Give it up, man. The X closed down years ago.
*Jay gives Ajira and the camera an incredulous look, and protectively hugs the belt to his chest.*
Jay: Give it up? Do you remember what I had to go through to win this thing? How many World titles have you held, Ajira? Hmm? Yeah, none. How many times have you beat Low? Or Brian Williams? Or anyone, in the last few years?
Ajira(offscreen): I'm thinking I should start with you.
Jay: And I'll give you the same advice I'd give Biohazard and Adam Young; keep dreaming. Shoot for the stars, kid, and maybe some day you'll get there. Probably not, but stranger things have happened.
*The Omega Man stuffs his prized championship belt back into his pack, hoists the pack onto his shoulders again, then takes another hit off his joint, before passing it to Ajira.*
Jay: Now, some might call me foolish for being so hasty in uploading this video. I can think of a few people from my past who probably would have waited to put their video online until Blast was right around the corner. Mainly in the hopes of one-upping their opponents. I'm not worried about that, though. Just by being here, I've one-upped my opponents. I'm absolutely certain that neither Young, nor Biohazard will say anything that could even possibly shake my confidence. In fact, the smartest thing either of them could do, is keep their respective mouths shut, lest they embarrass themselves. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if one or the other actually forfeits the match. Which would be written into the history books as the smartest career move either one ever made.
*Jay turns once more, and comes to the crest of the low foothills in but a few short steps. Ajira steps up beside him, affording us a breath taking view of the majestic mountain before us. The two begin a slow descent into a small valley, before coming to the true base of the Matterhorn, where Omega pauses again.*
Jay: I'm already over the minor obstacles set in my way, and much like the trodden ground behind me, neither Young nor Biohazard are capable of fathoming the greatness that just walked all over them. The true ascension begins soon enough, and I'll not pretend it's going to be an easy climb. But it's something I will do, despite, or perhaps because of the inherent danger. We all want to sit on the mountain top, we all want to take in that sweeping view of the world below us; greeting the sunrise long before it reaches the insignificant ants scurrying about at ground level. Some of us will make it there, myself surely, others will plummet. And some people, like Biohazard, or Adam Young, will never get beyond the foothills.
*The Omega Man gives a slight nod to the camera, and the scene fades to black.*
