Post by Jack of Blades on Jun 15, 2006 16:51:48 GMT -5
(The WCF logo is the prevalent image as the camera opens up. It's the generic interview area with a pair of untraditional faces ready to start a tirade against the world of wrestling with the usual amount of heated diatribe and exaggerated acting. Of course, Jack was known to produce an amount of panache in his performance even if they differed from the usual litter of 'I hate you' decree.)
(Jack of Blades, whose focus had been exclusive to his fine cigar previous to the interruption, flicks his addiction over the camera and out of sight signaling the token female scream of a make-up artist hit by a flaming tobacco missile.)
Jack of Blades: The 'suits' have decided I need to make another attempt to curb my 'unique' style and appeal to the fans on their grounds as opposed to mine. Well, here goes. Here goes my attempt to 'cut a promo' that doesn't feature existentialist debate, traces of numerous psychological disorders and a dollop of Weltschmerz.
I'm supposed to talk about how I detest everyone in the ring and I'm expected to ridicule 'The Shuggah's' win/loss record.
I'm supposed to say that 'Crimsun' is underserving a shot in his first match at the WCF...
And then, I'm supposed to say how David Alistair better pray to his God to save him.
(The pulling of harp strings are heard in a typical regal and liturgical manner as if to signify the coming of some omnibenovelent deity. A spotlight falls onto Jack of Blades illuminating the fact an anvil is careering towards his head. He sidesteps it and continues on with his talk.)
Well, I'm not going to. You see, I'm going to compliment my opponents particularly Shaun Sexton and his power of reasoning. You see, Shaun. I agree with you, my candy-coated friend. I agree with your belief that 'talent gets you nowhere.' Not in this business. A good actor will get rewarded with an Oscar. An Oscar not marred by nepotism. A good poet will receive a Laureate because of his ability not his aesthetics. And yet, in this industry, you get ahead not on talent but on physicality, familial relations and political grasp. Nothing more, nothing less.
You want to discuss how Ace and I will be forced into confrontation at Slam. How the title brings money and wealth? The former 'Television Title' brought me expectations and critics nothing more and nothing else. And besides, Ace has already had those things and found them as hollow as a Creeping Death promo. And if you doubt my patience in dealing with the 'highest card', I spent sixteen years watching the addict dilapidate his moral fibre through opulance and fleeting carnality so I'm pretty sure the madman won't lose his rationality so soon.
So Suggah, you want to talk about opportunity. Well, all I can say is that I hope you walk out of Slam with a smile on your face.
(Jack of Blades, whose focus had been exclusive to his fine cigar previous to the interruption, flicks his addiction over the camera and out of sight signaling the token female scream of a make-up artist hit by a flaming tobacco missile.)
Jack of Blades: The 'suits' have decided I need to make another attempt to curb my 'unique' style and appeal to the fans on their grounds as opposed to mine. Well, here goes. Here goes my attempt to 'cut a promo' that doesn't feature existentialist debate, traces of numerous psychological disorders and a dollop of Weltschmerz.
I'm supposed to talk about how I detest everyone in the ring and I'm expected to ridicule 'The Shuggah's' win/loss record.
I'm supposed to say that 'Crimsun' is underserving a shot in his first match at the WCF...
And then, I'm supposed to say how David Alistair better pray to his God to save him.
(The pulling of harp strings are heard in a typical regal and liturgical manner as if to signify the coming of some omnibenovelent deity. A spotlight falls onto Jack of Blades illuminating the fact an anvil is careering towards his head. He sidesteps it and continues on with his talk.)
Well, I'm not going to. You see, I'm going to compliment my opponents particularly Shaun Sexton and his power of reasoning. You see, Shaun. I agree with you, my candy-coated friend. I agree with your belief that 'talent gets you nowhere.' Not in this business. A good actor will get rewarded with an Oscar. An Oscar not marred by nepotism. A good poet will receive a Laureate because of his ability not his aesthetics. And yet, in this industry, you get ahead not on talent but on physicality, familial relations and political grasp. Nothing more, nothing less.
You want to discuss how Ace and I will be forced into confrontation at Slam. How the title brings money and wealth? The former 'Television Title' brought me expectations and critics nothing more and nothing else. And besides, Ace has already had those things and found them as hollow as a Creeping Death promo. And if you doubt my patience in dealing with the 'highest card', I spent sixteen years watching the addict dilapidate his moral fibre through opulance and fleeting carnality so I'm pretty sure the madman won't lose his rationality so soon.
So Suggah, you want to talk about opportunity. Well, all I can say is that I hope you walk out of Slam with a smile on your face.
