Post by John Cross on Apr 17, 2018 12:18:54 GMT -5
The scene opens with a view out a window where we see some cars passing by on a street lined with brick buildings, before turning to what appears to be a mid-sized apartment with a black couch, a glass television stand, and an "Alters of Madness" poster framed on the wall. In the middle of the room stands a man in black sleeveless shirt and black and red athletic shorts, who apparently lives in this place.
Man:
You know, I'm here kind of taking things in, trying to gather my thoughts as I've just received some news. I, Nick Jameson, have recently signed on with the Wrestling Championship Federation, and boy, am I ever excited!
He doesn't seem very excited. He shakes his head, looking down.
Nick Jameson:
For fuck's sake... it's just like the rest. Another place full of narcissists, thinking they are the best, better than anywhere else, everywhere else. And why? I mean, I can see where the WCF gets their name from: you guys sure do love your championships. There's certainly enough of them. It seems like soothing their insecure little roster is the biggest priority for the staff here, making sure everybody gets a participation prize just for walking through the fucking door.
Here's a title for you, and one for you, and one for you... oh, you feeling sad? Here's a title, little buddy!
Well, fuck that.
Jameson places his hands on his hips, looking directly at the camera now with a little smirk.
Nick Jameson:
Even with all of your little titles and consolation prizes, you all should be very insecure. I didn't seek out this place. They sought out me.
ME!
And guys, I gotta tell ya... I'm kind of a hand full. But, that's why I'm here. Because you all can't do your jobs. You fucking suck at them, each and every one of you. Ratings for Slam? In the shitter. You all? Fucking pathetic. Me? I'm here for the shake up, as far as management is concerned, but really, I'm just here to make a paycheck. I wrestle all over the place, and I keep this kingdom you see here running on hard work, blood, and your utter destruction.
I'm here to captivate the audience, and annihilate this roster. Each and every place I go, they think they're are bigger, they are badder, always tougher and I've always got it coming to me. And I bet you all think you're going to be the ones to shut me up. But no, that's not how it goes here, those days are over. It's time for you to listen.
You all have failed, so now they've turned to me and the deed is done. The ink is dried and now "The White Devil" has his turn with the WCF... and it's not going to be pretty. Rung by rung, I'm climbing up. Peg by peg, I'm taking it down. Notch after notch in my belt, people, that's all it is. I'll start by taking your pride... then your championships... all of your women, they belong to me now. You cucks can just watch and be grateful. Maybe pucker up on your knees and wait patiently and I'll let you clean me off when I'm done with them.
But for all that I'm going to take, and it's going to be a lot, I assure you... I'm gonna give you something more. I'll give you something GREATER, BIGGER; something to unite you, the masses of WCF.
I'll give you something to fear.
I'm not going to have to savagely beat each and every one of you... pick your limbs apart and take years off your careers. But I'm going to. I'm going to enjoy the process, because why not love what you do? Isn't that the point? And for it, I'll be rewarded with everything you hold dear, and not because I hold it dear, no, no... I'm indifferent to all of that. But I want it, because you want it and the people want me to have it. Whether they can admit it or not, they know it's true.
These people, these dumb, misshapen, easily amused fans you all pretend to care about, they love a winner. And I'm gonna give it to them. I'm really a man of the people in that way, "America's Pro Wrestler". I'll give you all someone to fear, but for them, they'll have someone to truly hate. And they'll tune in to see me, they'll buy their little tickets and escape from their pathetic lives just to get a look at me and a chance to boo me. And I'll give them everything they really want, that distraction they need, because I'm just so fucking good at it.
You see, I've arrived in WCF to be a game changer, and that change begins today, right now, immediately. Today, I take the WCF by the balls, and I grab these fans by the pussies, and as far as you're concerned, I might as well be the end of the world, because everything as you know it... is over.
And all of your gimmicks, all of your talk, your stupid accolades, they become meaningless, because the horror... has just begun.
The video comes to an end on this note as Jameson smiles a lot wider now, feeling he has made his point.
Man:
You know, I'm here kind of taking things in, trying to gather my thoughts as I've just received some news. I, Nick Jameson, have recently signed on with the Wrestling Championship Federation, and boy, am I ever excited!
He doesn't seem very excited. He shakes his head, looking down.
Nick Jameson:
For fuck's sake... it's just like the rest. Another place full of narcissists, thinking they are the best, better than anywhere else, everywhere else. And why? I mean, I can see where the WCF gets their name from: you guys sure do love your championships. There's certainly enough of them. It seems like soothing their insecure little roster is the biggest priority for the staff here, making sure everybody gets a participation prize just for walking through the fucking door.
Here's a title for you, and one for you, and one for you... oh, you feeling sad? Here's a title, little buddy!
Well, fuck that.
Jameson places his hands on his hips, looking directly at the camera now with a little smirk.
Nick Jameson:
Even with all of your little titles and consolation prizes, you all should be very insecure. I didn't seek out this place. They sought out me.
ME!
And guys, I gotta tell ya... I'm kind of a hand full. But, that's why I'm here. Because you all can't do your jobs. You fucking suck at them, each and every one of you. Ratings for Slam? In the shitter. You all? Fucking pathetic. Me? I'm here for the shake up, as far as management is concerned, but really, I'm just here to make a paycheck. I wrestle all over the place, and I keep this kingdom you see here running on hard work, blood, and your utter destruction.
I'm here to captivate the audience, and annihilate this roster. Each and every place I go, they think they're are bigger, they are badder, always tougher and I've always got it coming to me. And I bet you all think you're going to be the ones to shut me up. But no, that's not how it goes here, those days are over. It's time for you to listen.
You all have failed, so now they've turned to me and the deed is done. The ink is dried and now "The White Devil" has his turn with the WCF... and it's not going to be pretty. Rung by rung, I'm climbing up. Peg by peg, I'm taking it down. Notch after notch in my belt, people, that's all it is. I'll start by taking your pride... then your championships... all of your women, they belong to me now. You cucks can just watch and be grateful. Maybe pucker up on your knees and wait patiently and I'll let you clean me off when I'm done with them.
But for all that I'm going to take, and it's going to be a lot, I assure you... I'm gonna give you something more. I'll give you something GREATER, BIGGER; something to unite you, the masses of WCF.
I'll give you something to fear.
I'm not going to have to savagely beat each and every one of you... pick your limbs apart and take years off your careers. But I'm going to. I'm going to enjoy the process, because why not love what you do? Isn't that the point? And for it, I'll be rewarded with everything you hold dear, and not because I hold it dear, no, no... I'm indifferent to all of that. But I want it, because you want it and the people want me to have it. Whether they can admit it or not, they know it's true.
These people, these dumb, misshapen, easily amused fans you all pretend to care about, they love a winner. And I'm gonna give it to them. I'm really a man of the people in that way, "America's Pro Wrestler". I'll give you all someone to fear, but for them, they'll have someone to truly hate. And they'll tune in to see me, they'll buy their little tickets and escape from their pathetic lives just to get a look at me and a chance to boo me. And I'll give them everything they really want, that distraction they need, because I'm just so fucking good at it.
You see, I've arrived in WCF to be a game changer, and that change begins today, right now, immediately. Today, I take the WCF by the balls, and I grab these fans by the pussies, and as far as you're concerned, I might as well be the end of the world, because everything as you know it... is over.
And all of your gimmicks, all of your talk, your stupid accolades, they become meaningless, because the horror... has just begun.
The video comes to an end on this note as Jameson smiles a lot wider now, feeling he has made his point.