Post by jordanciserano on Aug 14, 2016 12:24:58 GMT -5
::The scene opens to Jordan Ciserano sitting down in the medical room of the Verizon Wireless Center after his Internet Championship Match against Thomas Uriel Bates. He looks tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally after the events that just took place inside of the ring. On of the WCF trainers is wrapping his shoulder up, putting an ice pack to it and making sure it stays up elevated so any swelling would go down. Jordan looks up at the camera, hair wet with sweat in his face hiding it, before pulling it back down and letting the trainer do their job before he tries to talk. The trainer walks out of the room and Jordan looks up once again waving the camera man over with his non injured arm, when the camera gets close to him he begins to speak in a low tone, angry but more disappointed in himself and one other person whose name he says.::
Jordan Ciserano: Brent… Alpine.
::The two words, spaced out like it pains him to say either of them, in fact once he does he winces his head back and shakes it. Jordan takes a deep breath pulling all the strength he has into what he has to say as he knows a response is in order.::
Jordan Ciserano: My friend… My Brother. A man who saw me grow as a wrestler and as a competitor, but more important as a person. A man who shared a common goal of taking out the giant web of undeserved power that still remains in the business. A man who wanted to see the structure of the business collapse so that a newer better power could take its place… Sequitus.
::Like the name before his Jordan feels pain through these words, not because of what it was but because of what it has became. An alliance aimed at getting opportunities to those who deserve it no matter their name or past, had turned into nothing more than a stomping ground for those to lift off into those giant powers.::
Jordan Ciserano: Out of everyone in this business, my mates from Sequitus would be the last on a list of people that would turn on me. Out of any stable, out of anywhere on the roster, and that would’ve been more likely then Brent taking me out after my match. I was wrong about that though, very wrong indeed.
::Jordan attempts to rotate his iced up shoulder around, first clockwise then counter clockwise, both without much success adding to another action that didn’t work out as planned. Jordan moves his hair back so you can see his whole face; his cheek with a cut, his eye shot, and his expression darkened with his usual smirk replaced with no expression at all.::
Jordan Ciserano: Lying on this table I’ve asked myself why? Why would Brent of all people be the one who attacked me? Why me? Why any attack? Why after that match? Why? Why? Why? Well I’ll tell you why. That big web that we fought against for so many months, those are his new palls right? I mean he attacked me as a symbol that he is willing to burn any and all bridges to obtain something greater in WCF, something that an old friend couldn’t provide.
::Jordan chuckles to himself, not in a happy or joyful way, but one of disbelief. Laughing to himself as a way to channel his emotions away from any harmful action. This continues on for a while before it comes to a slow, quiet stop shaking his head quicker and quicker like he is going through a nightmare of some sort. He suddenly stops and continues speaking very quietly trying not to become overcome by emotion.::
Jordan Ciserano: So he decided to pull off this stunt. This stunt because in my heart I still truly believe that he didn’t want to do what he did. I still want to believe that he was under pressure from some larger power taking me down as apart of a group, but who am I to hope at this point. He felt something, something in his mind and something in his heart that was telling him that a title wasn’t enough. Something told him that to break through the glass ceiling that he felt he hit, he needed to show off to Seth that he deserved a piece of history, and what happens ? It worked.
::Jordan takes a deep breath before his voice becomes much louder, booming out of the room and echoing down the hall so that all who are near can hear him talk.::
Jordan Ciserano: IT WORKED! ONE ATTACK ON A TIRED MAN AND IT WORKED! I’M SO DAMN STUPID NOT TO SEE IT COMING BUT YOU DID IT! BY GOD YOU PULLED IT OFF!
::Jordan smacks himself on the head going through every stage of madness and denial working himself through what happened. But whatever he is trying isn’t working , adversely it seems to be firing him up more and more.
Jordan Ciserano: DO YOU HEAR ME BRENT?!? YOUR PLAN WORKED! I NEVER SAW IT COMING YOU SNEAKY BASTARD!
::Jordan talks to himself like he is arguing with his own mind. Back and forth, loud and soft, colorful words never used in such a context before all to vent his frustration. Finally he stops putting his hair in front of his face breathing quick and heavy so you can see his body move with each breath. Once again he moves his hair away and looks straight into the camera saying his words sharply.::
Jordan Ciserano: Brent. I didn’t know what you were going to do. I didn’t know whose side you were on. I don’t know what to think about this company or anybody else who is out against me. One thing you should know, is that I’m coming for you. Not your newly named fancy title. Not your power hungry friends. I’m coming for you. Not when you least expect it. But when you know it’s going to happen. That way, I can beat you like a man. Not whatever the hell you are.
::After that last line Jordan storms out of the room flipping over an object on his table walking into the hallway yelling for Brent. Tired and beaten, Jordan heads toward the garage, but not without yelling one last thing.::
Jordan Ciserano: Brent. I’m coming for you.
::Jordan exits the arena still heated, angry, and emotional wanting to harm his former friend for using him as a stepping stone to a higher place.::
Jordan Ciserano: As for our opponents though, I don’t know if I would say the same thing. First you take look at Lester, which I wouldn’t recommend for very long, and not after very long you learn that he is on the “dark side” that he’s a bad guy who is willing to cheat and bend the rules to win. Then you dash right over to look at Oblivion and he is on the lightest of all light sides and a good guy who uses clean wrestling tactics to win matches. Right there we see a crack between the two, a major difference in the way they wrestle, one doing whatever it takes to win and the other doing whatever it takes to win honestly. When you get a man who will stand up for his principles as I know Oblivion will, when he sees Lester trying something sneaky he’s going to call him out on it and that right there starts some in fighting.
Jordan Ciserano: Brent… Alpine.
::The two words, spaced out like it pains him to say either of them, in fact once he does he winces his head back and shakes it. Jordan takes a deep breath pulling all the strength he has into what he has to say as he knows a response is in order.::
Jordan Ciserano: My friend… My Brother. A man who saw me grow as a wrestler and as a competitor, but more important as a person. A man who shared a common goal of taking out the giant web of undeserved power that still remains in the business. A man who wanted to see the structure of the business collapse so that a newer better power could take its place… Sequitus.
::Like the name before his Jordan feels pain through these words, not because of what it was but because of what it has became. An alliance aimed at getting opportunities to those who deserve it no matter their name or past, had turned into nothing more than a stomping ground for those to lift off into those giant powers.::
Jordan Ciserano: Out of everyone in this business, my mates from Sequitus would be the last on a list of people that would turn on me. Out of any stable, out of anywhere on the roster, and that would’ve been more likely then Brent taking me out after my match. I was wrong about that though, very wrong indeed.
::Jordan attempts to rotate his iced up shoulder around, first clockwise then counter clockwise, both without much success adding to another action that didn’t work out as planned. Jordan moves his hair back so you can see his whole face; his cheek with a cut, his eye shot, and his expression darkened with his usual smirk replaced with no expression at all.::
Jordan Ciserano: Lying on this table I’ve asked myself why? Why would Brent of all people be the one who attacked me? Why me? Why any attack? Why after that match? Why? Why? Why? Well I’ll tell you why. That big web that we fought against for so many months, those are his new palls right? I mean he attacked me as a symbol that he is willing to burn any and all bridges to obtain something greater in WCF, something that an old friend couldn’t provide.
::Jordan chuckles to himself, not in a happy or joyful way, but one of disbelief. Laughing to himself as a way to channel his emotions away from any harmful action. This continues on for a while before it comes to a slow, quiet stop shaking his head quicker and quicker like he is going through a nightmare of some sort. He suddenly stops and continues speaking very quietly trying not to become overcome by emotion.::
Jordan Ciserano: So he decided to pull off this stunt. This stunt because in my heart I still truly believe that he didn’t want to do what he did. I still want to believe that he was under pressure from some larger power taking me down as apart of a group, but who am I to hope at this point. He felt something, something in his mind and something in his heart that was telling him that a title wasn’t enough. Something told him that to break through the glass ceiling that he felt he hit, he needed to show off to Seth that he deserved a piece of history, and what happens ? It worked.
::Jordan takes a deep breath before his voice becomes much louder, booming out of the room and echoing down the hall so that all who are near can hear him talk.::
Jordan Ciserano: IT WORKED! ONE ATTACK ON A TIRED MAN AND IT WORKED! I’M SO DAMN STUPID NOT TO SEE IT COMING BUT YOU DID IT! BY GOD YOU PULLED IT OFF!
::Jordan smacks himself on the head going through every stage of madness and denial working himself through what happened. But whatever he is trying isn’t working , adversely it seems to be firing him up more and more.
Jordan Ciserano: DO YOU HEAR ME BRENT?!? YOUR PLAN WORKED! I NEVER SAW IT COMING YOU SNEAKY BASTARD!
::Jordan talks to himself like he is arguing with his own mind. Back and forth, loud and soft, colorful words never used in such a context before all to vent his frustration. Finally he stops putting his hair in front of his face breathing quick and heavy so you can see his body move with each breath. Once again he moves his hair away and looks straight into the camera saying his words sharply.::
Jordan Ciserano: Brent. I didn’t know what you were going to do. I didn’t know whose side you were on. I don’t know what to think about this company or anybody else who is out against me. One thing you should know, is that I’m coming for you. Not your newly named fancy title. Not your power hungry friends. I’m coming for you. Not when you least expect it. But when you know it’s going to happen. That way, I can beat you like a man. Not whatever the hell you are.
::After that last line Jordan storms out of the room flipping over an object on his table walking into the hallway yelling for Brent. Tired and beaten, Jordan heads toward the garage, but not without yelling one last thing.::
Jordan Ciserano: Brent. I’m coming for you.
::Jordan exits the arena still heated, angry, and emotional wanting to harm his former friend for using him as a stepping stone to a higher place.::
::The next scene opens to Jordan Ciserano at his homes in Buffalo, New York a little later on in the week. He is relaxing on his couch, still recovering from his match with Thomas Bates and the attacks that took place afterward, but definitely in a better place than he was before. Jordan sits up as we see that his face has returned to its normal state, less emotional now but still with some fire inside of him. With a slight smirk on his face Jordan sits facing the camera and begins to speak.::
Jordan Ciserano: What a week right? So many things occurring in such a small span of time it’s hard to react to them all happening; a lost match, a lost friend, and a rebound needed to fight and win my next match. So many different states of mind between them all and so many different attitudes you have to have to be able to get through them all and come out in one piece on the other side. Luckily I’ve had a few days to come back to my hometown and trying to recover as best I can so that when that next match comes up I’ll have no problem taking a victory with my partner.
::Jordan walks and gets some ice placing it on his shoulder so that he can be 100% ready for his match, it no longer hurts, but as a part of the recovery process going overboard isn’t necessarily a bad thing.::
Jordan Ciserano: I’d like to go back before we move forward in my match against Thomas Uriel Bates. Let me be the first to say, that man is an absolute beast. His combination of size and power was something that was going to be hard to match from the get-go and proved to be a large challenge in the ring as well. I got some shots in though executing the plan that I had so carefully planned out, smashing his knees and taking his legs out making it harder for him to toss me. Even though that was a success the match didn’t end that way for me with Thomas Uriel Bates still as the Internet Champion.
Jordan Ciserano: Even though I lost that match, I have to say that I am somewhat proud of what I did. I said a lot of good things detailing a plan to take down a giant that many thought would just crush me the second the bell rang. I got into the ring with that giant and executed that plan to the best of my abilities, working hard to get it done and seeing that work pay off. The only thing that went wrong is I left myself vulnerable one too many times and he took full advantage of it making sure that I paid for what I did to his legs by throwing me on my back and shoulder. I lost the match, but what I gained was much more than what I ever could’ve hoped.
Jordan Ciserano: What I learned was how to be a champion in WCF, what I need to be able to do to reach the top tier of athletes and the top tier of champions. I need to work harder than had before, I need to fight harder than anybody could’ve hope before, and I need to make sure that the next time that I face Thomas Bates, that he will see a completely different man that he saw in that ring a few days ago. A completely different man, a better man, a champion with only the belt missing so that when that match comes again the belt will be mine.
::Jordan looks at the camera with confidence, that the title WILL be his because of what he gained through that match.::
Jordan Ciserano: Moving to the present, many reporters and many management figures have asked me why I wasn’t as angry about my loss as I was about the attacks afterward. I spent more time talking about Brent than Brent deserves so I’ll keep this very short. Thomas had me at my best, he had be when I was fresh and when I was prepared. Brent did not. I knew that I was going to have a match against Thomas Bates, I didn’t know that against Brent. Finally Thomas was never in a group with me, never was that close to me when I was developing as a wrestler, Brent was, which made it hurt that much more. Losing a match was disappointing in myself, being attacked was disappointing in him.
::Jordan makes a swiping motion like all he has to say about that situation is over and done with now::
Jordan Ciserano: Now, onto the future, the sweet future where new doors open up even though the old ones have closed.. This week in particular I see plenty of opportunities arising for both myself and my partner Henry Spearman when we take on the team of Oblivion and Lester Parish. I’ll tell you, in getting to know Henry in preparation for this match I found out that we have the same motivations in WCF, we have the same overarching goal when it’s all said and done, so this is the perfect team to work together and get one step closer to achieving that goal. This team between Henry and I may not be a permanent coalition between the two of us, but that doesn’t matter much, what does is that we can work together to win a match and show that our dominance together complements our talent apart.
Jordan Ciserano: Talent is one word to describe this word as well along with; skilled, experienced, accomplished, and gifted all things that I’ve seen in Henry and all things I know I have in myself. We are both from the same machine of wrestling where the WCF Galaxy is where we found our support and who we want to impress when we step out into that ring. We are different types of wrestlers, but types that complement themselves very well in the ring; he hits hard, I make them tap, he makes them weak, I finish them off. Everything that he does in the ring is something I can follow up with a move of my own that makes his that much more effective. Our styles complement, our attitudes complement, all together I’d say we make a pretty solid team.
::Jordan looks around the room for approval and finds it in himself knowing his teammate very well.::
Jordan Ciserano: As for our opponents though, I don’t know if I would say the same thing. First you take look at Lester, which I wouldn’t recommend for very long, and not after very long you learn that he is on the “dark side” that he’s a bad guy who is willing to cheat and bend the rules to win. Then you dash right over to look at Oblivion and he is on the lightest of all light sides and a good guy who uses clean wrestling tactics to win matches. Right there we see a crack between the two, a major difference in the way they wrestle, one doing whatever it takes to win and the other doing whatever it takes to win honestly. When you get a man who will stand up for his principles as I know Oblivion will, when he sees Lester trying something sneaky he’s going to call him out on it and that right there starts some in fighting.
Jordan Ciserano: In fighting is something that Henry and I will not have to worry about between the two of us. We know how to win matches, and we agree on how to win matches, by beating the other guy after proving you are better than the other guy. Nothing shady, because nothing shady is needed to win when we’re in the ring. We’ll go to extremes, but those extremes are all bounded by a set of moral principles saying that we won’t cheat. Plus when you have two great talents such as us, who would need to cheat?
::Jordan looks for the same approval he did before once again.::
Jordan Ciserano: So after that very short glance at Lester, you’re intrigued so you take another, and during that time you see that he does consider himself in the highest regard, to use the term he uses “the piece that doesn’t fit.” Well if he’s taking about how well he mixes with Oblivion I’d say that he is absolutely right because yet again a difference in personality can very easily turn into a downward turn in the match. Oblivion calls himself a “God” and a “Messiah” and after seeing what he’s done I say that he deserves those names to a certain extent. But now put the piece that doesn’t fit and a self-proclaimed God together and what do you get? A difference in thought and a disconnection in the ring.
Jordan Ciserano: Henry and I will not have that problem of course because we see each other in similar lights. Henry wants to move forward from his past and achieve greatness in WCF, it’s a bit creepy how similar this is getting right? Because you look at my story in WCF and you see the exact same thing, a competitor trying to wash away what happened before for a chance at redemption and a chance to reach newer heights than before. Nearly the same thing, really you could put each story on the opposite man and it would make sense, why? Because we are just that similar, these similarities will carry over in the ring and make it so I know what he’s doing before he does it and visa versa, making it so there are no problems in or out of the ring.
Jordan Ciserano: Finally you get the strength inside of you to look at Lester one last time and see one more thing, he fails to recognize how good he can be and instead turns to tactics he doesn’t have to use. It’s because of his lack of self confidence that he feels he needs to cheat in order to win. Oblivion, man you feel his confidence from a mile away, confidence that sometimes is a bit too overwhelming that quickly turns into arrogance. He calls himself a God for Christ’s sake. You put the overconfident and the non-confident and there is a potential for good things to happen, Lester breaking out of his shell and all that. But when it is as ingrained as it is the case with Lester you know that it isn’t going to happen so that when he gets in the ring with Oblivion he is going to retreat into a far lesser role making it a handicap match.
Jordan Ciserano: Henry and I are a team, no matter how temporary. We are going to work together because we know that’s the best way to win. We are going to communicate and set what little differences we mat have aside so that while the other team is falling apart, we can take advantage and win the match. We’re confident, confident that we can win this match and that with it we will move to something greater that working in a great business, we will move into the championship picture. Henry is a former champion and wants to get back there, I am still hungry for a title after my opportunity was lost, so together we are going to work to win and get back to where we want to be.
Jordan Ciserano: After a big defeat, I’m happy that I was put into this tag match so that I can work with another person to get back on track. Any weakness that I have, I know that he can cover. Say I can’t hit hard enough against the large men we’re facing, he can knock them down. Any weakness that he has, I know I can cover. He needs me to target a leg or an arm, it’s as good as done so that when he gets in the ring he can beat it more. We complement each other, and that will only translate to good things in the ring.
Jordan Ciserano: Oblivion, Lester, I’m looking forward to facing you and learning from you. Henry, I can’t wait to team with you and to teach our opponent what a real team is like. This is a tag team match, one where your mind must be synced with the other mans so that you know what to do and where to hit, that’s where our team stands tall. When one is fighting each other, we will be fighting and winning against them moving one step closer to our goal of gold. Best of Luck Mates, it’s going to be a fun one.
::Jordan smiles and the camera and does a short wave to in with his non-iced shoulder. He looks relieved that much like his partner he is leaving the last week behind him, learning from his loss and moving forward to his future match.::
