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| Jay Wildman | Jan 5 2008, 07:02 AM Post #1 |
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In a retirement home
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A snowy monitor snaps on for a heartbeat before showing still shots of fans around the sVo ring, cheering their favorite wrestlers. As the screens switch, they show each competitor for the sVo main event in all of their glory, each overcoming odds and surviving. As the shots switch, very patriotic music plays in the background and the names of each competitor rolls across the screen. The music builds to a crescendo before a voice over chimes in. : Voice : Very soon, a decision will have to be made. Soon, someone will make up for their shortcomings while others will make their way to their ultimate goal. However, there will be one man who will stand in front of it all. A snap shot of Jimmy Moretti stops on the monitor for a moment before fire slowly smolders in the pupils of his eyes. The music slows down for a moment to a more sinister sound as the voice continues to speak. : Voice : This man thinks that he is a god, but he is just a normal man who cannot compensate for not being on top. This man hates the fans and hates those that would get in his way, even if he is the only person getting in his own way. The snap shot explodes as the music builds back up to a furious pace, then the figures of Psyko Stevo, Howie Banks, Johnny All Star and Jay Wildman appear standing behind a waiving American flag as fireworks explode over their heads. : Voice: Trust in these men to put the egomaniacal devil in his place and return the power back to where it belongs, the people! This message brought to you by the Jay Wildman for sVo champion foundation. The screen turns to white and then flicks off, leaving the reflection of Jay Wildman and a very sleazy looking director gazing back at it. Jay looks very confused by what he saw, his jaw open slightly and his right hand absent mindedly running through his hair. The sleazy director turns his attention back to Jay and smiles, knowing deep down that the ad was probably the best work that he has ever done in his life. Jay stands there dumbfounded for a few moments before the director clears his throat and starts his pitch. : Director : So, what did you think, Jay baby?! Wasn’t that the greatest campaign ad you have ever seen in your entire life? I think the people are going to eat this up like some sort of hot and sweet bun that has spice all over it! Jay turned his head slightly with an eyebrow arched and his jaw slightly less opened, but still looking quite confused. He shook his head and looked back at the monitor while responding to the query. : Jay : You mean a cinnamon bun? : Director : Yeah! People love dem things! I think you are going to win this by a landslide, baby! : Jay : You know that this isn’t an election, right…? : Director : What? Jay turned back to the director with a sneer, trying everything that he could to hold himself back before he hurt the man. He sighed and repeated himself slowly, hoping that perhaps this might help him understand a little better. : Jay : This is a wrestling match. You know where the eight of us will enter into a ring and wrestle each other to determine the outcome? There is no voting involved. The director looked quite confused, turning quickly to his assistant and waving him over. The assistant quickly moved over and leaned in and listened as the director frantically asked about this situation. Once the director finished asking, the assistant responded in kind. This went back and forth for at least five minutes before the assistant snapped back to attention and scurried back to his corner, leaving the director there with a cheesy and slimy grin on his face. : Director : Jay, baby! This will be the new way that people will hype wrestling matches! They will think that it is an election and they will turn out in droves! Don’t you understand, the people will vote with their voices! : Jay : Except that they will have no control whatsoever on who will win and who will lose. They are there to be entertained. : Director : I am not sure I follow… Jay sighed heavily and walked over to the monitor, pressing a button on the DVD to eject the disc that they were just watching. He tossed the election disc to the director like a Frisbee, hoping that perhaps he might miss catching it and walked over to a shelf where he pulled out another DVD. He placed it in the DVD player and pressed play, turning to look at the director. The monitor flared to life with the main event from the previous weeks Showdown where Jay was screwed out of the win and his title. : Jay : You see this? This is wrestling. Look at this, I am walking down to meet the supposed champion Mike Polowy. This is where he agrees to make it a championship match after I berate him with my intelligence and wit. This is where I pin him down cleanly in the middle of the ring without any assistance and this is where I am supposed to have a belt around my waist. That is what we call wrestling. There is no voting involved, just grappling. The director watched the footage, looking slightly uncomfortable and perhaps even a little bit embarrassed that he was being talked down to, but if Jay noticed he certainly didn’t care. Jay continued with his speech, hoping that it would sink into the mans thick skull. : Jay : In a few days, Psyko Stevo, Howie Banks, Johnny All Star and I will walk down to that ring with only one thing in mind. It isn’t that we have to hold hands, hug and sing a love song about how we love each other or other men in tights. We are going down to that ring so we can try to physically handicap one man, Mike Polowy. Sure, there will be three others with him but I am sure that they don’t care about trying to save Polowy. I am sure that Spring Heeled Jack won’t care about whether or not Polowy can walk again. Joey Peyton won’t stick his scrawny neck out for Polowy or for anyone else if he knows that he is going to feel pain himself and Orlando Fox is just too dumb to look past anything other than the Hardcore division. He just wants to fight, not to be a teammate. Sure, they could go on about how unified people are and how great they are going to be, but in the end they are all selfish individuals. We can at least admit it and turn all of that energy to one man, Polowy. : Director : That’s nice, Jay baby, but… : Jay : I am not finished… You want to make a commercial? Make one about how Moretti pulled the strings and abused his power by helping a burned out has been retain his title. Make one about Polowy couldn’t stop sucking at Moretti’s teet and calling out for his “mama”. All you have to do is follow Polowy in his every day life and watch as he is lead around by Moretti in a harness that would embarrass an ADD crack addict and talked down to like he is a chimp on parade. You go do that and I am sure you will have your commercial and fulfill your contract. The director looked at Jay without any emotion, waiting for the monologue to be over. Jay returned the gaze but looked more annoyed that he was not getting a reaction. After another heartbeat, Jay walked over and started to pantomime with his hands as he spoke in a voice that was normally attributed to those who are deaf and dumb. : Jay : Do you get that, Mr. Director man? : Director : You know, you don't have to be mean about it. All I am trying to do is help you out… : Jay : Get out of here before I beat the living hell out of you as if you are Polowy incarnate. Consider your contract fulfilled and your services no longer required. Jay stood there and watched as the director stood up from his seat with his shoulders dipped and his head hung, almost appearing as if he might start crying aloud. He quickly ran out the door with his assistant in tow, leaving Jay glaring at him with the same look emanating from the monitor after being screwed out of the win on Showdown. |
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