TBirdSCIL
League Member
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Jean Rabesque vs. Flatliner
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SteveA
League Member
Proven
(the screen shows a clip from Rockford, in fact, the main event, Jean Rabesque and Golem vs. The Unholy Alliance, we join the match at the very conclusion, Jean Rabesque has Flatliner in the Figure 4 Leglock, the camera zooms in on Flatliner’s face, as he shows immense agony, after a few seconds, we see Flatliner tapping out to the Figure 4, the crowd cheering, but no referee is there to make the call)
(CUTTO: Jean Rabesque standing in front of a GLCW backdrop, wearing his normal black garb, a smile on his face, as he gazes into the camera, and speaks)
Rabesque: So, this is what the Unholy Alliance has become. THAT, which we just saw, is now what the Unholy Alliance has become. How does it feel Flatliner? Sure, you have that belt, you’re holding onto it, but do you care about the circumstances? The old UA would have, but what’s going on now Flats? Strip everything else away Flats, and I made you tap out. As far as I’m concerned, I beat you. Sure, the referee wasn’t there, and the match was ruled a double disqualification, and you got to keep your precious belt, but I proved my point. I proved that you are a SHELL of what you once were. Flatliner, the former AFWC World Heavyweight Champion, a man that has dominated leagues everywhere, a man that if he wanted to, would have become the Unified Champion, tapping like a #####. Flatliner from 1998 didn’t tap out, EVER! It didn’t matter what the circumstance was, it didn’t matter how much pain he was in, it simply did not happen. But now, we can see how everything has changed.
You see, Flats, you and Kraven, a team that has basically grown up together, lived together, and have been a team for longer than at least I can remember. And one of you was pinned, and the other submitted, to a team that had NEVER been a tag team before. And to think about it Flats, YOU’RE the half of that team that I was giving a little credit. YOU’RE the one that we were actually worried about, and not even you could hold up your end of the bargain.
So, now, for the first time since the AFWC and NFWA World Heavyweight Champions were unified inside a steel cage. For the first time since you beat me to unify those titles, we will meet one on one in the middle of the ring. My, how times have changed. To be honest with you, I was overwhelmed at that time Flats. I had just won my first “big-time” World Championship, and here I was, in the main event at the first pay-per-view, all the eyes in the world on me, against this monster. This monster that had been steamrolling everything, and I could see what I was next. Sure, I almost won the match, and some argue that I should have won that match, but still, there was intimidation there. Now, that’s gone Flats. Look, I had some respect for you, but that went away the second your hand hit the mat. The second you hit the mat Flats, you lost some credibility, or maybe, ALL credibility.
So, now, Flats, you’re the one with something to prove. Is that a new situation for you Flats? Can you prove to me, can you prove to the world that you still have SOMETHING left? That’s what’s left Flats? I’ve proven to the world that I CAN beat you. I’ve proven to the world that Figure 4 Leglock CAN make you tap out. And also, I know where the weakness is. I know where to attack. I know exactly how to go into this match. The situation has been completely flipped on its side, and for the first time, the UA is the underdog. (smiles) And it’s time to prove to everyone that the PAPER Tag Champion simply doesn’t have it anymore. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen shows a clip from Rockford, in fact, the main event, Jean Rabesque and Golem vs. The Unholy Alliance, we join the match at the very conclusion, Jean Rabesque has Flatliner in the Figure 4 Leglock, the camera zooms in on Flatliner’s face, as he shows immense agony, after a few seconds, we see Flatliner tapping out to the Figure 4, the crowd cheering, but no referee is there to make the call)
(CUTTO: Jean Rabesque standing in front of a GLCW backdrop, wearing his normal black garb, a smile on his face, as he gazes into the camera, and speaks)
Rabesque: So, this is what the Unholy Alliance has become. THAT, which we just saw, is now what the Unholy Alliance has become. How does it feel Flatliner? Sure, you have that belt, you’re holding onto it, but do you care about the circumstances? The old UA would have, but what’s going on now Flats? Strip everything else away Flats, and I made you tap out. As far as I’m concerned, I beat you. Sure, the referee wasn’t there, and the match was ruled a double disqualification, and you got to keep your precious belt, but I proved my point. I proved that you are a SHELL of what you once were. Flatliner, the former AFWC World Heavyweight Champion, a man that has dominated leagues everywhere, a man that if he wanted to, would have become the Unified Champion, tapping like a #####. Flatliner from 1998 didn’t tap out, EVER! It didn’t matter what the circumstance was, it didn’t matter how much pain he was in, it simply did not happen. But now, we can see how everything has changed.
You see, Flats, you and Kraven, a team that has basically grown up together, lived together, and have been a team for longer than at least I can remember. And one of you was pinned, and the other submitted, to a team that had NEVER been a tag team before. And to think about it Flats, YOU’RE the half of that team that I was giving a little credit. YOU’RE the one that we were actually worried about, and not even you could hold up your end of the bargain.
So, now, for the first time since the AFWC and NFWA World Heavyweight Champions were unified inside a steel cage. For the first time since you beat me to unify those titles, we will meet one on one in the middle of the ring. My, how times have changed. To be honest with you, I was overwhelmed at that time Flats. I had just won my first “big-time” World Championship, and here I was, in the main event at the first pay-per-view, all the eyes in the world on me, against this monster. This monster that had been steamrolling everything, and I could see what I was next. Sure, I almost won the match, and some argue that I should have won that match, but still, there was intimidation there. Now, that’s gone Flats. Look, I had some respect for you, but that went away the second your hand hit the mat. The second you hit the mat Flats, you lost some credibility, or maybe, ALL credibility.
So, now, Flats, you’re the one with something to prove. Is that a new situation for you Flats? Can you prove to me, can you prove to the world that you still have SOMETHING left? That’s what’s left Flats? I’ve proven to the world that I CAN beat you. I’ve proven to the world that Figure 4 Leglock CAN make you tap out. And also, I know where the weakness is. I know where to attack. I know exactly how to go into this match. The situation has been completely flipped on its side, and for the first time, the UA is the underdog. (smiles) And it’s time to prove to everyone that the PAPER Tag Champion simply doesn’t have it anymore. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
JC
League Member
Unforgiven....
(“Several days ago we all witnessed a tremendous match in which Jean Rabesque and Golem put their differences to the side so they could concentrate on the Unholy Alliance… The match was beyond reproach, that is depending on how you saw the end, you see like I many of you, have our own opinions of what we saw… Now what I saw was Golem pinning Kraven and Jean making Flatliner tap out… But yet, they didn’t emerge victorious, the belts are still wrapped around the waists of the UA… Where was the ref!? Why wasn’t the bell rung at that moment!? Many would say that Manson and then Maelstrom caused this match to end the way it did… Or was it all a well thought out plan, a scam, a sting whatever folks! I never knew Flatliner to be one to submit, he’s as stubborn as they come… I have watched that match over and over again, forward, backward, fast mode, slow mode, looked at it from different angles, and just when I was about to call it quits, I SAW IT folks! I saw why what happened, happened… This match was doomed from the start, Now bear with me, JC appears to have disappeared, the UA appears to have aligned themselves with Manson, while Maelstrom, Golem and yes Jean Rabesque have sort of formed an “unholy alliance” of their own… That was also evident in the tag title match, and during this great tag team title match, we are graced with the appearances of Edmunds, Manson and then Maelstrom… That’s when it hit me… “This match is DOOMED”! Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was ruined, doomed to fail in its actual outcome, whatever that would have been… A lot of heat is being generated by these two groups and eventually it will explode in one big mushroom… Another tale will be added to this saga as Flatliner and Jean Rabesque go head to head as the GLCW makes its way to the University Arena in Kalamazoo, Michigan! Yes folks you heard me right, Flatliner vs. Jean Rabesque in what will most definitely be a very intense match… I was able to catch Flatliner as he came out from a doctor’s appointment, his knee still heavily bandaged… And something told me, “Go ahead take the chance” and I did and it paid off… Let’s cut to the chase and go to the interview, one I know you will find it very interesting”…)
(Camera fades in on a limping Flatliner and Rico…)
RS: How’s the knee Flatliner!?
FLATLINER: I’ll live! And before you go rambling on about asking a few questions, I’m going to give you the answers! So just shut up and listen and I hope you’re watching Jean! As you can see my knee is all (bleep) up! You added insult to injury! I dislocated my kneecap and fracture my tibia, all in one night… And thanks to Jean Rabesque, the peons saw me tap out… Or did I really tap out!? There was no ref and you Jean was so into yourself that night that you weren’t even aware of it… But I was… And in that confusion I made it appear to be what it wasn’t, you made it easy Jean… You were so overwhelmed with joy that you didn’t even realize that when the ref called for the bell, it wasn’t because of me, I was watching him, he was fed up with Maelstrom’s interference, add that with Manson and Edmunds and you have one pissed off ref… Was it all planned that way Jean!? That’s something you’ll never know! Jean, I want you to know that there isn’t a damn thing you can tell me that I don’t already know… I mean, you have come out here several times before and have given me your rendition of why you’re the greatest thing since slice bread, you have also stated that I am a has-been, not in so many words but your meaning was quite clear… But none of that phases me Jean, the fact that you got me in an unsavory predicament is no secret, but even then Jean, I had my way… You’re a great wrestler Jean, but that’s all you are, just a great wrestler… You like Maelstrom are caught up in a time warp, trapped in a plastic bubble that you are unable to punch your way out of… Jean I am well aware of your talents, your gift of gab and the fact that you are a no false hype and no gimmick sort of guy, but isn’t that the same thing, not having one in reality is having one… Confusing isn’t it Jean, I have to give you that, you have the majority of these peons believing that crap… I not going to stand here and argue with you about grandeur gone past, I not going to talk to you at the level Kraven speaks to you, I going to explain things to you as me Jean… And if you know me as well as you claim you do, you then know that I will not go down that easy, there have been very few battles I have lost Jean, very few… So when the night finally arrives and we are face to face, remember one thing Jean, Kraven will not be around to get in my way and Golem will not be around to get in your way… The only thing keeping us apart will be air and opportunity Jean, and the air is all but gone… It’s going to be like the good old days, where I didn’t have to watch anyone’s back and no one had to watch mine…. No JC, no Kraven no one to tell me not to beat you down… So you believe whatever you want to believe Jean, think that all that’s left of me is the shell… But you’re right though when you say that the Flatliner of old would NEVER have tapped out, everybody is entitled to one mistake, mine was allowing you get in a position of superiority… Jean, that’s not going to happen this time around, don’t underestimate me Jean… You’re going under a hell of a lot of assumptions, and that’s all they are, assumptions… It’s time to start to worry again Jean, cause the steam rolling is about to commence again… Oh and another thing Jean, I don’t care about your respect! Respect is earned, not given, so take your respect and shove it up where the sun doesn’t shine! But as far as me having something to prove… (Pauses, his eyes trying to burn a hole into the camera) We shall see Jean… We shall see what it will be that I prove to you and everyone else… Jean, you made one big mistake, you had me, but you allowed the grandeur of wishful thinking to overwhelm you, forgetting just who you were facing… I had to protect my already injured knee, I don’t blame you for seizing the opportunity, I don’t blame you one bit, I would’ve done the same…. Only I wouldn’t start pounding my chest just yet, bad mistake not going forward Jean, you had the ball and you dropped it… That’s all the chances you get with me Jean, I’m going to give you more than you ever bargain for!
(“By this time I guess he was fed up because he shoved me to the side just as this black limo pulls to the curb, limping he makes his way inside and it speeds off… I am left there wondering about a lot of things, after the match I noticed that he and Kraven went their separate ways… Not like before where you saw one, you saw the other… And what’s up with JC!? Has he fallen off the planet!? It must be weighing very heavy on Flatliner that he out of all Pandorians was forced to submit, something that is taboo in their heritage… While I can understand that he was protecting that knee from further injury, Jean came and added insult to that injury and if I know my Pandorian monster that way I do; this has been a wake up call for him and God help us now because I think what Jean has done is opened the gates of hell… Well as always, the pleasure has been yours”…)
Fade to black…
(“Several days ago we all witnessed a tremendous match in which Jean Rabesque and Golem put their differences to the side so they could concentrate on the Unholy Alliance… The match was beyond reproach, that is depending on how you saw the end, you see like I many of you, have our own opinions of what we saw… Now what I saw was Golem pinning Kraven and Jean making Flatliner tap out… But yet, they didn’t emerge victorious, the belts are still wrapped around the waists of the UA… Where was the ref!? Why wasn’t the bell rung at that moment!? Many would say that Manson and then Maelstrom caused this match to end the way it did… Or was it all a well thought out plan, a scam, a sting whatever folks! I never knew Flatliner to be one to submit, he’s as stubborn as they come… I have watched that match over and over again, forward, backward, fast mode, slow mode, looked at it from different angles, and just when I was about to call it quits, I SAW IT folks! I saw why what happened, happened… This match was doomed from the start, Now bear with me, JC appears to have disappeared, the UA appears to have aligned themselves with Manson, while Maelstrom, Golem and yes Jean Rabesque have sort of formed an “unholy alliance” of their own… That was also evident in the tag title match, and during this great tag team title match, we are graced with the appearances of Edmunds, Manson and then Maelstrom… That’s when it hit me… “This match is DOOMED”! Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was ruined, doomed to fail in its actual outcome, whatever that would have been… A lot of heat is being generated by these two groups and eventually it will explode in one big mushroom… Another tale will be added to this saga as Flatliner and Jean Rabesque go head to head as the GLCW makes its way to the University Arena in Kalamazoo, Michigan! Yes folks you heard me right, Flatliner vs. Jean Rabesque in what will most definitely be a very intense match… I was able to catch Flatliner as he came out from a doctor’s appointment, his knee still heavily bandaged… And something told me, “Go ahead take the chance” and I did and it paid off… Let’s cut to the chase and go to the interview, one I know you will find it very interesting”…)
(Camera fades in on a limping Flatliner and Rico…)
RS: How’s the knee Flatliner!?
FLATLINER: I’ll live! And before you go rambling on about asking a few questions, I’m going to give you the answers! So just shut up and listen and I hope you’re watching Jean! As you can see my knee is all (bleep) up! You added insult to injury! I dislocated my kneecap and fracture my tibia, all in one night… And thanks to Jean Rabesque, the peons saw me tap out… Or did I really tap out!? There was no ref and you Jean was so into yourself that night that you weren’t even aware of it… But I was… And in that confusion I made it appear to be what it wasn’t, you made it easy Jean… You were so overwhelmed with joy that you didn’t even realize that when the ref called for the bell, it wasn’t because of me, I was watching him, he was fed up with Maelstrom’s interference, add that with Manson and Edmunds and you have one pissed off ref… Was it all planned that way Jean!? That’s something you’ll never know! Jean, I want you to know that there isn’t a damn thing you can tell me that I don’t already know… I mean, you have come out here several times before and have given me your rendition of why you’re the greatest thing since slice bread, you have also stated that I am a has-been, not in so many words but your meaning was quite clear… But none of that phases me Jean, the fact that you got me in an unsavory predicament is no secret, but even then Jean, I had my way… You’re a great wrestler Jean, but that’s all you are, just a great wrestler… You like Maelstrom are caught up in a time warp, trapped in a plastic bubble that you are unable to punch your way out of… Jean I am well aware of your talents, your gift of gab and the fact that you are a no false hype and no gimmick sort of guy, but isn’t that the same thing, not having one in reality is having one… Confusing isn’t it Jean, I have to give you that, you have the majority of these peons believing that crap… I not going to stand here and argue with you about grandeur gone past, I not going to talk to you at the level Kraven speaks to you, I going to explain things to you as me Jean… And if you know me as well as you claim you do, you then know that I will not go down that easy, there have been very few battles I have lost Jean, very few… So when the night finally arrives and we are face to face, remember one thing Jean, Kraven will not be around to get in my way and Golem will not be around to get in your way… The only thing keeping us apart will be air and opportunity Jean, and the air is all but gone… It’s going to be like the good old days, where I didn’t have to watch anyone’s back and no one had to watch mine…. No JC, no Kraven no one to tell me not to beat you down… So you believe whatever you want to believe Jean, think that all that’s left of me is the shell… But you’re right though when you say that the Flatliner of old would NEVER have tapped out, everybody is entitled to one mistake, mine was allowing you get in a position of superiority… Jean, that’s not going to happen this time around, don’t underestimate me Jean… You’re going under a hell of a lot of assumptions, and that’s all they are, assumptions… It’s time to start to worry again Jean, cause the steam rolling is about to commence again… Oh and another thing Jean, I don’t care about your respect! Respect is earned, not given, so take your respect and shove it up where the sun doesn’t shine! But as far as me having something to prove… (Pauses, his eyes trying to burn a hole into the camera) We shall see Jean… We shall see what it will be that I prove to you and everyone else… Jean, you made one big mistake, you had me, but you allowed the grandeur of wishful thinking to overwhelm you, forgetting just who you were facing… I had to protect my already injured knee, I don’t blame you for seizing the opportunity, I don’t blame you one bit, I would’ve done the same…. Only I wouldn’t start pounding my chest just yet, bad mistake not going forward Jean, you had the ball and you dropped it… That’s all the chances you get with me Jean, I’m going to give you more than you ever bargain for!
(“By this time I guess he was fed up because he shoved me to the side just as this black limo pulls to the curb, limping he makes his way inside and it speeds off… I am left there wondering about a lot of things, after the match I noticed that he and Kraven went their separate ways… Not like before where you saw one, you saw the other… And what’s up with JC!? Has he fallen off the planet!? It must be weighing very heavy on Flatliner that he out of all Pandorians was forced to submit, something that is taboo in their heritage… While I can understand that he was protecting that knee from further injury, Jean came and added insult to that injury and if I know my Pandorian monster that way I do; this has been a wake up call for him and God help us now because I think what Jean has done is opened the gates of hell… Well as always, the pleasure has been yours”…)
Fade to black…
SteveA
League Member
Bullseye
(the screen comes in on a somewhat different setting, as Jean Rabesque stands in a plain black room, behind him a television set and a VCR, in his hand a remote control, he stands closer than he normally does to the camera, speaking slightly softer)
Rabesque: Come on Flats, I expected more from you. Cut the crap. You could have gained so much respect from me Flats, but no, you blew that chance. I’m sure you don’t care one bit, or at least you’ll say that, but come on. You should have come out and said simply one thing, that I beat you, and I was the better man. There was no plan, there was nothing DOOMED about it. Kraven was pinned, and you submitted, end of story. Or at least it should have been, right? But no, you decided to try to make more out of it. You couldn’t simply admit, without any extemporaneous packaging, that you were beaten. Now, we get to hear about how Maelstrom caused a disqualification, about how I was too overjoyed to realize what was going on. BULL! Nothing more, nothing less. You never answered my question from the last time I spoke. How does it feel? How does it feel to be a PAPER Champion? What does it feel like knowing that everyone in the GLCW, and every person watching the GLCW knows you shouldn’t be holding that precious little title you hold onto? A belt that has now been stripped of all honor until the rightful title holders get their hands on the belt. How does that feel Flats?
Now, I’m not wrong often, in fact, almost never, but in this case, I have to admit an error. It seems as though I gave you a little too much credit Flats. You see, I was doing a little research, and I stumbled upon some footage that I found, to say the least, interesting. You see, I’ve been spouting on about how recently you’ve lost your edge, that in years past Flatliner would have NEVER tapped out. Then, please, try explaining this one to me.
(Rabesque turns and hits play on the VCR, and the camera zooms in on the screen, we are treated to a shot of what appears to be an old NFWA tape, for those of you who don’t know, the NFWA would be something like a great-great-grandfather to the current GLCW, anyways, we see two men wrestling in the ring, and they can easily be identified as Flatliner.....and Maelstrom, we join the match as Maelstrom is applying the Mortal Sin to Flatliner, who taps out not long after the hold is applied, after this occurs, the camera pans back, and Rabesque hits pause, and what we are left is a picture of Flatliner, his face in agony, and Rabesque then hits stop and that screen fades, the camera pans out even more)
It seems as though I might have been giving you a little too much credit. It seems as though in the last 5 years we’ve almost come full circle. Now instead of tapping to Mael, you’re tapping to me, it just happens as though he’s the one interfering to end the match. So, maybe you don’t have the heart Flats. Maybe you are the red headed stepchild of the Pandorians. I don’t know, you sure seem to be showing a lot more... what would I call it, weakness, than any of your brethren. I don’t recall ever seeing NE or Konn walking out of a doctor’s office with a bum knee. Don’t recall seeing Nevada moving around like a wounded animal. (Rabesque chuckles to himself) Come to think of it Flats, are you really anything more than a wounded animal? And which animal is always the first to die? Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve always mentioned how much you’ve fallen off Flats, but all we’ve done is come full circle. The only difference now is, it’s me, and not Maelstrom that gets to make you tap for at least the third time. Because, like it or not, you have a giant target right there on your knee, and you have Jean Rabesque to thank for it. And like I’ve always said, I only need one opportunity , one chink in the armor, and I’ve found it Flats. You can try to combat it if you want, but you’re only prolonging the inevitable, and making it worse on yourself in the long run. But I know you’ll get it out,. and you’ll put up a valiant effort, and then you’ll squeal, and you’ll tap, just like in Rockford. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen comes in on a somewhat different setting, as Jean Rabesque stands in a plain black room, behind him a television set and a VCR, in his hand a remote control, he stands closer than he normally does to the camera, speaking slightly softer)
Rabesque: Come on Flats, I expected more from you. Cut the crap. You could have gained so much respect from me Flats, but no, you blew that chance. I’m sure you don’t care one bit, or at least you’ll say that, but come on. You should have come out and said simply one thing, that I beat you, and I was the better man. There was no plan, there was nothing DOOMED about it. Kraven was pinned, and you submitted, end of story. Or at least it should have been, right? But no, you decided to try to make more out of it. You couldn’t simply admit, without any extemporaneous packaging, that you were beaten. Now, we get to hear about how Maelstrom caused a disqualification, about how I was too overjoyed to realize what was going on. BULL! Nothing more, nothing less. You never answered my question from the last time I spoke. How does it feel? How does it feel to be a PAPER Champion? What does it feel like knowing that everyone in the GLCW, and every person watching the GLCW knows you shouldn’t be holding that precious little title you hold onto? A belt that has now been stripped of all honor until the rightful title holders get their hands on the belt. How does that feel Flats?
Now, I’m not wrong often, in fact, almost never, but in this case, I have to admit an error. It seems as though I gave you a little too much credit Flats. You see, I was doing a little research, and I stumbled upon some footage that I found, to say the least, interesting. You see, I’ve been spouting on about how recently you’ve lost your edge, that in years past Flatliner would have NEVER tapped out. Then, please, try explaining this one to me.
(Rabesque turns and hits play on the VCR, and the camera zooms in on the screen, we are treated to a shot of what appears to be an old NFWA tape, for those of you who don’t know, the NFWA would be something like a great-great-grandfather to the current GLCW, anyways, we see two men wrestling in the ring, and they can easily be identified as Flatliner.....and Maelstrom, we join the match as Maelstrom is applying the Mortal Sin to Flatliner, who taps out not long after the hold is applied, after this occurs, the camera pans back, and Rabesque hits pause, and what we are left is a picture of Flatliner, his face in agony, and Rabesque then hits stop and that screen fades, the camera pans out even more)
It seems as though I might have been giving you a little too much credit. It seems as though in the last 5 years we’ve almost come full circle. Now instead of tapping to Mael, you’re tapping to me, it just happens as though he’s the one interfering to end the match. So, maybe you don’t have the heart Flats. Maybe you are the red headed stepchild of the Pandorians. I don’t know, you sure seem to be showing a lot more... what would I call it, weakness, than any of your brethren. I don’t recall ever seeing NE or Konn walking out of a doctor’s office with a bum knee. Don’t recall seeing Nevada moving around like a wounded animal. (Rabesque chuckles to himself) Come to think of it Flats, are you really anything more than a wounded animal? And which animal is always the first to die? Interesting, isn’t it? I’ve always mentioned how much you’ve fallen off Flats, but all we’ve done is come full circle. The only difference now is, it’s me, and not Maelstrom that gets to make you tap for at least the third time. Because, like it or not, you have a giant target right there on your knee, and you have Jean Rabesque to thank for it. And like I’ve always said, I only need one opportunity , one chink in the armor, and I’ve found it Flats. You can try to combat it if you want, but you’re only prolonging the inevitable, and making it worse on yourself in the long run. But I know you’ll get it out,. and you’ll put up a valiant effort, and then you’ll squeal, and you’ll tap, just like in Rockford. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
SteveA
League Member
Did I succeed?
(the screen comes back in on the familiar setting, with the GLCW backdrop behind, as Jean Rabesque stands, dressed in the normal gear, gleaming in at the camera, a normal, cocky smile etched across his face)
Rabesque: For the first time, the first time EVER, a Pandorian has drawn silent. What's up Flats? Searching for footage? Trying to find me tapping out somewhere back in the annals of history? You're not going to find it, because it's NEVER happened. Now I understand what you're thinking. You thought that footage was gone, you thought it was dead and buried, and you thought that would be NO ONE around here that would remember that event taking place. Well, Flats, I think I've proven my point. But I'll still hold steadfast to my claim that you did ride a pretty good wave for awhile. You showed some dominance, and hell, you even beat me inside a steel cage. But now, look at you, showing weakness, nothing but a crippled mess, a crippled mess apparently too busy rehabbing and making a last ditch effort to try to salvage something so that he can at least make a RESPECTABLE showing before I make him tap out again. Too busy to try to prove to the world that he isn't a shall of his former self, too busy to try to make believe that he still can do something, too busy to prove that he's nothing but a PAPER champion!
It really is a shame. It's like the pro athlete hanging on too long. Watching you know Flats is like watching Willie Mays tripping over himself in the New York Mets outfield, or seeing Johnny Unitas trying to eek out a few more years in San Diego, or from my childhood home, seeing Tony Perez trying to bend over and pick up a grounder for the Expos. You've held on too long Flats, and you've lost it. And now you're tarnishing everything that not only you, but also NE, Konn, Kraven, Nevada, and all the others worked to create. And now, you've gone into hiding. (chuckles) Now that I think about it, I can't really say I blame you. I mean, what the hell would you have to say? I've proven that you've tapped before, you just did tap, and you'll tap again. Are you going to deny that? Are you going to come out and say you're going to be, when you're nothing but a crippled lump on one leg? Just stay there Flats, because I've figured out, you have nothing. No ammunition, no intelligent analogies, NOTHING! And you know it. Maybe it's time you go back to the island and find some new young stud and maybe bring him along, because your days have passed. Don't kill me, I'm just the messenger. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen comes back in on the familiar setting, with the GLCW backdrop behind, as Jean Rabesque stands, dressed in the normal gear, gleaming in at the camera, a normal, cocky smile etched across his face)
Rabesque: For the first time, the first time EVER, a Pandorian has drawn silent. What's up Flats? Searching for footage? Trying to find me tapping out somewhere back in the annals of history? You're not going to find it, because it's NEVER happened. Now I understand what you're thinking. You thought that footage was gone, you thought it was dead and buried, and you thought that would be NO ONE around here that would remember that event taking place. Well, Flats, I think I've proven my point. But I'll still hold steadfast to my claim that you did ride a pretty good wave for awhile. You showed some dominance, and hell, you even beat me inside a steel cage. But now, look at you, showing weakness, nothing but a crippled mess, a crippled mess apparently too busy rehabbing and making a last ditch effort to try to salvage something so that he can at least make a RESPECTABLE showing before I make him tap out again. Too busy to try to prove to the world that he isn't a shall of his former self, too busy to try to make believe that he still can do something, too busy to prove that he's nothing but a PAPER champion!
It really is a shame. It's like the pro athlete hanging on too long. Watching you know Flats is like watching Willie Mays tripping over himself in the New York Mets outfield, or seeing Johnny Unitas trying to eek out a few more years in San Diego, or from my childhood home, seeing Tony Perez trying to bend over and pick up a grounder for the Expos. You've held on too long Flats, and you've lost it. And now you're tarnishing everything that not only you, but also NE, Konn, Kraven, Nevada, and all the others worked to create. And now, you've gone into hiding. (chuckles) Now that I think about it, I can't really say I blame you. I mean, what the hell would you have to say? I've proven that you've tapped before, you just did tap, and you'll tap again. Are you going to deny that? Are you going to come out and say you're going to be, when you're nothing but a crippled lump on one leg? Just stay there Flats, because I've figured out, you have nothing. No ammunition, no intelligent analogies, NOTHING! And you know it. Maybe it's time you go back to the island and find some new young stud and maybe bring him along, because your days have passed. Don't kill me, I'm just the messenger. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
JC
League Member
Blast from the past....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-13-02 AT 11:49 AM (EST)](Camera fades in to a large living, on the big screen flat TV, we see the NFWA logo and then the tape goes into fast forward, what we see next is a match in which Flatliner and Maelstrom are tearing each other apart… We then hear the announcer say… “These two have been literary destroying each other, how much more punishment can they endure!? Flatliner going for his finisher, the flatline!!! HE MISSES!!! Maelstrom at the last second, ducks and DDT Flatliner and he is going to… YES!!! THE MORTAL SIN! Maelstrom has Flatliner in the mortal sin!!! The ref over asking Flatliner if he submits, but there’s still life in him… Maelstrom applying even more pressure, Flatliner bleeding from his mouth now, the ref again asks him if he wants to call it quits… But Flatliner still holding strong, the ref raises his hand, and it drops like a ton of bricks, he raises it again, it drops, Maelstroms strains as he applies even more pressure now!!! Flatliner is out of it!!! The ref picks his hand up for the third and FINAL time!!! He’s calling for the bell!!! But LOOK, Maelstrom is still applying pressure, he’s not releasing the hold!!! The ref begins to count!!! Maelstrom finally lets go at the very last second and Flatliner is not moving, he is OUT COLD!!! Let’s lo”… Flatliner turns it off and stares at Kraven…)
FLATLINER: What is your DAMN problem dude!? Is this what you bring me here for!?
KRAVEN: Well… Yea… That and THIS!!! (Waves the other tape in front of Flatliner)
FLATLINER: The IWF!? And this means what to me!?
KRAVEN: Jean was in the IWF… He’s on this tape…
FLATLINER: So!!!
KRAVEN: (Smirking deviously) He’s shown getting ejaculated on, in some weird match… Here let me show you…
(Kraven changes the tape and fast forwards it to Jean’s match… As the match is in progress, we fade to a Kalamazoo commercial… When we come back, our camera focuses in on Flatliner who is sporting a cynical grin as he begins to stares into our camera… Kraven is behind him mockingly waving the IWF tape Flatliner snatches the tape from his hand…)
FLATLINER: You know Jean, you have a lot of freaking nerve… Showing a doctored tape of me tapping to Mael, and here you are, getting scummed on… Talk about humiliating moments, that one beats all Jean… You’re nothing more than a bitter and battered mongrel Jean… Life must really suck for you when you have to resort to these types of tactics… You’re under this assumption that you can beat me, face it Jean what happened in our previous match was nothing more than a fluke, learn to accept it for what it is… Jean, you need to slow down, and realize just who you will be facing; you need to realize that all you have done is make me than more determined to beat your ass into the ground… You mistake silence for what it is not, let me ask you something Jean, do you really think that the past affects the presence!? You’re right it does… But not the way you view it Jean… You’re leaving out the biggest part of the equation…. ME!!! Jean you’re also forgetting who you’re trying to play mind games with… I’m not Kraven, I’m not Nevada and I’m certainly not JC… I don’t need to air anyone’s dirty laundry, nor do I need to doctor or search for any damn film footage… Jean when are you going to realize that it’s not me who held on too long, it is you Mr. “No false gimmicks, no false hype” man… But I can understand why you’re allowing that wild hair in your ass go ballistic, you smell blood but you’re so into yourself that you haven’t yet realized that the blood you’re smelling is your own… Tell me something Jean, what do you hope to accomplish with all this crap!? So what!!! My ass was handed to me by Mael, but I was never violated Jean… Do you really think that you’re going to make history repeat itself Jean!? Better bring your nose and ass down from the clouds and come down to reality Jean… I hope Sean Edmunds knocking your ass out has bought you back down to earth… But I doubt it, it’ll probably have you talking even more crap about the man who has no false gimmicks and needs no false hype… (He again smirks, this time more maliciously) You’re right though, there’s nothing false about your gimmicks or hype, they’re all true… Jean, when you’re going to cast stones better make sure that your house is not made of glass also… Now I can just imagine what your next rhetorical rationale will be like… You’ll probably come out here and just lash out, talk some more of how great you are, or supposed to be, you’ll make it a point to say what a wash up I am…. And you’ll most likely throw in also that I’m a paper champion… Nothing creative, all far fetched and all coming from a bitter paper tiger… But go ahead Jean, let it al out, show me just how frustrated you are that you couldn’t get the job done the last time and know deep down that you can’t… See you in the ring Jean…
(Camera slowly fades out as Flatliner just stares into a fading camera… Fade out…)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-13-02 AT 11:49 AM (EST)](Camera fades in to a large living, on the big screen flat TV, we see the NFWA logo and then the tape goes into fast forward, what we see next is a match in which Flatliner and Maelstrom are tearing each other apart… We then hear the announcer say… “These two have been literary destroying each other, how much more punishment can they endure!? Flatliner going for his finisher, the flatline!!! HE MISSES!!! Maelstrom at the last second, ducks and DDT Flatliner and he is going to… YES!!! THE MORTAL SIN! Maelstrom has Flatliner in the mortal sin!!! The ref over asking Flatliner if he submits, but there’s still life in him… Maelstrom applying even more pressure, Flatliner bleeding from his mouth now, the ref again asks him if he wants to call it quits… But Flatliner still holding strong, the ref raises his hand, and it drops like a ton of bricks, he raises it again, it drops, Maelstroms strains as he applies even more pressure now!!! Flatliner is out of it!!! The ref picks his hand up for the third and FINAL time!!! He’s calling for the bell!!! But LOOK, Maelstrom is still applying pressure, he’s not releasing the hold!!! The ref begins to count!!! Maelstrom finally lets go at the very last second and Flatliner is not moving, he is OUT COLD!!! Let’s lo”… Flatliner turns it off and stares at Kraven…)
FLATLINER: What is your DAMN problem dude!? Is this what you bring me here for!?
KRAVEN: Well… Yea… That and THIS!!! (Waves the other tape in front of Flatliner)
FLATLINER: The IWF!? And this means what to me!?
KRAVEN: Jean was in the IWF… He’s on this tape…
FLATLINER: So!!!
KRAVEN: (Smirking deviously) He’s shown getting ejaculated on, in some weird match… Here let me show you…
(Kraven changes the tape and fast forwards it to Jean’s match… As the match is in progress, we fade to a Kalamazoo commercial… When we come back, our camera focuses in on Flatliner who is sporting a cynical grin as he begins to stares into our camera… Kraven is behind him mockingly waving the IWF tape Flatliner snatches the tape from his hand…)
FLATLINER: You know Jean, you have a lot of freaking nerve… Showing a doctored tape of me tapping to Mael, and here you are, getting scummed on… Talk about humiliating moments, that one beats all Jean… You’re nothing more than a bitter and battered mongrel Jean… Life must really suck for you when you have to resort to these types of tactics… You’re under this assumption that you can beat me, face it Jean what happened in our previous match was nothing more than a fluke, learn to accept it for what it is… Jean, you need to slow down, and realize just who you will be facing; you need to realize that all you have done is make me than more determined to beat your ass into the ground… You mistake silence for what it is not, let me ask you something Jean, do you really think that the past affects the presence!? You’re right it does… But not the way you view it Jean… You’re leaving out the biggest part of the equation…. ME!!! Jean you’re also forgetting who you’re trying to play mind games with… I’m not Kraven, I’m not Nevada and I’m certainly not JC… I don’t need to air anyone’s dirty laundry, nor do I need to doctor or search for any damn film footage… Jean when are you going to realize that it’s not me who held on too long, it is you Mr. “No false gimmicks, no false hype” man… But I can understand why you’re allowing that wild hair in your ass go ballistic, you smell blood but you’re so into yourself that you haven’t yet realized that the blood you’re smelling is your own… Tell me something Jean, what do you hope to accomplish with all this crap!? So what!!! My ass was handed to me by Mael, but I was never violated Jean… Do you really think that you’re going to make history repeat itself Jean!? Better bring your nose and ass down from the clouds and come down to reality Jean… I hope Sean Edmunds knocking your ass out has bought you back down to earth… But I doubt it, it’ll probably have you talking even more crap about the man who has no false gimmicks and needs no false hype… (He again smirks, this time more maliciously) You’re right though, there’s nothing false about your gimmicks or hype, they’re all true… Jean, when you’re going to cast stones better make sure that your house is not made of glass also… Now I can just imagine what your next rhetorical rationale will be like… You’ll probably come out here and just lash out, talk some more of how great you are, or supposed to be, you’ll make it a point to say what a wash up I am…. And you’ll most likely throw in also that I’m a paper champion… Nothing creative, all far fetched and all coming from a bitter paper tiger… But go ahead Jean, let it al out, show me just how frustrated you are that you couldn’t get the job done the last time and know deep down that you can’t… See you in the ring Jean…
(Camera slowly fades out as Flatliner just stares into a fading camera… Fade out…)
JC
League Member
Fallen....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-13-02 AT 11:59 AM (EST)](OORP: Steve, this is in response to "Bullseye", for some reason it is also showing up as a response for did I succeed)
(“Good evening folks, yea it’s me again, bringing you the news that’s worth being mentioned… Well folks last time we saw Flatliner limping his way into a limo, we heard Jean Rabesques’ comments and now we get to hear the other side of the coin… One thing I do want to mention and that is… Never mind, it’s not that important, I had yet another opportunity to speak to Flatliner and once again I was never given the opportunity to ask any questions, but then again Flatliner has never really been one for interviews, promos or anything that resembled one, I’m not complaining mind you… I have always known that besides Nevada, Flatliner is very straightforward, can’t say the same for Kraven and JC… And now folks here he is…. FLATLINER”!!!)
(Camera comes alive as Rico’s voice fades out; we find Flatliner standing in front of the GLCW logo, wearing wrestling attire, knee still heavily bandaged as sweat glistens his entire massive frame… As he stands there stoically, camera begins to zoom in for a close up; rubbing his hands, he looks at the camera and with a voice that echoes disdainful tones…)
FLATLINER: So Jean, you want me to say that you were the better man, you want me to tell you how do I feel, or how does it feel to be a paper champion…. (Starts to speak in a disparaging manner) Ok Jean if it makes you feel much more, here goes, Jean you were the better man that night, you made me tap out… You made me tap out after I blew my knee, good for you Jean, bet that one is really stroking your ego huh Jean!? That’s quite alright enjoy it while you can, pound your chest dude, you made Flatliner submit… I have made you famous now; join the f’n club Jean… It would seem that I somehow have a lapse of memory about this 5 year circle you speak of Jean… I am going to show you that it was nothing more than a fluke Jean, one of those things that happen once in a life time… I am going to wipe that stupid grin you’re sporting around while you eat, ##### and sleep about that tapping out… That’s all I hear now every time you open your mouth … You should have let it go Jean, now it’s too late, it’s coming back to bite you in the ass and it’s going to bite real hard… You want to call me a paper champion, ya damn paper tiger, okay but let’s go back a few notches… You claimed that you and Golem were going to walk out as champs, but instead you walked out as chumps… You took advantage that my knee was shot and I took advantage that the ref’s attention was elsewhere… End of story, now it’s a totally different page Jean, no supporting cast, just you and me… There’ll be no one to tag out to, no one to relieve you when your lungs are about to burst; just me and you … Hey Jean not all wounded animals are the first to die Jean, some become more vicious, more dangerous; as you will come to realize in Michigan!!! But by then it will be much too late… There’s not much more that I can say to you Jean, at this precise moment you’re so full of yourself with your embellishments that you can not see the real picture… But that’s quite all right Jean, like they say, in order to get a jackass’s attention you always need to go upside its head with a 2x4… So guess what I’m going to do Jean!? I’m going to get your attention, now you may not like the way I go about it, but you’ll most definitely get the message… And I am going to make sure that I leave you crumpled up in the middle of the ring, like a stomped on cockroach… Jean I want you to know one thing, you’ll never again get me in the same predicament, this time around it will be you who will scream, you’ll scream for me to stop, but by then it will be much too late… I am going to punish you Jean, but most importantly I am going to bust you all up!!! Now I know what you’re thinking Jean, you’re thinking that history is about to repeat itself; that you will somehow, someway will be able to pound your chest once again at my expense… You know Jea…
(Flatliner is abruptly cut off by none other than his tag team partner Kraven, in his hand are two video tapes Flatliner stares at him, as Kraven playfully waves the tapes in front of Flatliner…)
KRAVEN: You want to know what I have here!? I got some Havanas, courtesy of Nevada, some Chivas Regal courtesy of JC and I got THESE!!! Just picked them up at Blockbuster…
FLATLINER: And your point being!?
KRAVEN: My point being that you need to watch them with me…
FLATLINER: This better be good…
(Camera shows both Flatliner and Kraven walking away, conversing as they slowly disappear from our view…)
(“Hmmmm… Wondering what’s going on folks!? So do I and I intend to find out…)
Fade to a Kalamazoo Riptide commercial….
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-13-02 AT 11:59 AM (EST)](OORP: Steve, this is in response to "Bullseye", for some reason it is also showing up as a response for did I succeed)
(“Good evening folks, yea it’s me again, bringing you the news that’s worth being mentioned… Well folks last time we saw Flatliner limping his way into a limo, we heard Jean Rabesques’ comments and now we get to hear the other side of the coin… One thing I do want to mention and that is… Never mind, it’s not that important, I had yet another opportunity to speak to Flatliner and once again I was never given the opportunity to ask any questions, but then again Flatliner has never really been one for interviews, promos or anything that resembled one, I’m not complaining mind you… I have always known that besides Nevada, Flatliner is very straightforward, can’t say the same for Kraven and JC… And now folks here he is…. FLATLINER”!!!)
(Camera comes alive as Rico’s voice fades out; we find Flatliner standing in front of the GLCW logo, wearing wrestling attire, knee still heavily bandaged as sweat glistens his entire massive frame… As he stands there stoically, camera begins to zoom in for a close up; rubbing his hands, he looks at the camera and with a voice that echoes disdainful tones…)
FLATLINER: So Jean, you want me to say that you were the better man, you want me to tell you how do I feel, or how does it feel to be a paper champion…. (Starts to speak in a disparaging manner) Ok Jean if it makes you feel much more, here goes, Jean you were the better man that night, you made me tap out… You made me tap out after I blew my knee, good for you Jean, bet that one is really stroking your ego huh Jean!? That’s quite alright enjoy it while you can, pound your chest dude, you made Flatliner submit… I have made you famous now; join the f’n club Jean… It would seem that I somehow have a lapse of memory about this 5 year circle you speak of Jean… I am going to show you that it was nothing more than a fluke Jean, one of those things that happen once in a life time… I am going to wipe that stupid grin you’re sporting around while you eat, ##### and sleep about that tapping out… That’s all I hear now every time you open your mouth … You should have let it go Jean, now it’s too late, it’s coming back to bite you in the ass and it’s going to bite real hard… You want to call me a paper champion, ya damn paper tiger, okay but let’s go back a few notches… You claimed that you and Golem were going to walk out as champs, but instead you walked out as chumps… You took advantage that my knee was shot and I took advantage that the ref’s attention was elsewhere… End of story, now it’s a totally different page Jean, no supporting cast, just you and me… There’ll be no one to tag out to, no one to relieve you when your lungs are about to burst; just me and you … Hey Jean not all wounded animals are the first to die Jean, some become more vicious, more dangerous; as you will come to realize in Michigan!!! But by then it will be much too late… There’s not much more that I can say to you Jean, at this precise moment you’re so full of yourself with your embellishments that you can not see the real picture… But that’s quite all right Jean, like they say, in order to get a jackass’s attention you always need to go upside its head with a 2x4… So guess what I’m going to do Jean!? I’m going to get your attention, now you may not like the way I go about it, but you’ll most definitely get the message… And I am going to make sure that I leave you crumpled up in the middle of the ring, like a stomped on cockroach… Jean I want you to know one thing, you’ll never again get me in the same predicament, this time around it will be you who will scream, you’ll scream for me to stop, but by then it will be much too late… I am going to punish you Jean, but most importantly I am going to bust you all up!!! Now I know what you’re thinking Jean, you’re thinking that history is about to repeat itself; that you will somehow, someway will be able to pound your chest once again at my expense… You know Jea…
(Flatliner is abruptly cut off by none other than his tag team partner Kraven, in his hand are two video tapes Flatliner stares at him, as Kraven playfully waves the tapes in front of Flatliner…)
KRAVEN: You want to know what I have here!? I got some Havanas, courtesy of Nevada, some Chivas Regal courtesy of JC and I got THESE!!! Just picked them up at Blockbuster…
FLATLINER: And your point being!?
KRAVEN: My point being that you need to watch them with me…
FLATLINER: This better be good…
(Camera shows both Flatliner and Kraven walking away, conversing as they slowly disappear from our view…)
(“Hmmmm… Wondering what’s going on folks!? So do I and I intend to find out…)
Fade to a Kalamazoo Riptide commercial….
SteveA
League Member
Parting Shots
(the screen comes in on Jean Rabesque, who stands in front of a GLCW backdrop, he wears his normal gear, and the normal cocky smile, as he has apparently joined us for a few final words before his upcoming confrontation with Flatliner)
Rabesque: Thanks for the acknowledgement Flatliner. I was the better man that night, and I'll be the better man again very soon. You mentioned that I made you tap only after you blew out your knee. Fine, is that knee healed? Did the grace of the almighty One himself descend from the heavens and place his finger upon you, curing the knee? No? So what's changed? As far as I can tell, blown out knees generally do not heal in two weeks. Why do I mention this? Like I've said before, you have a weakness now Flats. Am I going to be too proud than to go after the injured body part? Hell no. A win's a win, and while a win over Flatliner really might not mean that much anymore, I still need every win I can get. So, you going to divulge a strategy Flats? I know the answer will be no, and you're stated reasoning behind it will be that you don't want to give me any kind of advantage. But the true reason is that you don't have one. How you going to beat me on one leg? You going to power me, knowing all along that your leg can't support the two of us? You going to try to wrestle me, knowing full well that you have no mobility? You going to go the high-flying route? (chuckles) Never mind, sorry I asked. So what are you going to do Flats? Right now, all that can be on your mind is survival, because a win is out of the question.
And as far as my doctored footage goes. Everybody else seems to remember that one a little different. I remember you tapping, Mael remembers you tapping. Sure, alter it all you want, that's fine, it doesn't change the facts a bit. Sure, you can pick up all the IWF tapes you want. All those tapes that didn't involve me. Check the entire footage guys. You'll probably catch a clip on there of me, filmed while I was supposedly getting scummed on, denouncing all of it. Check hard guys, it's there. You see, you can have fun with my past. It's really easy. I don't denounce any of it. Sure, I've made some mistakes. Should I have joined BAD? Of course not. And then there was WOOG. (chuckles) But that helped make me who I am today. I know full well that I didn't have everything figured out at what point. I know on several occasions I made a giant ass of myself, but look where it got me. You're talking to a man that in a singles match that has been exactly one time in the past two years. A man that has NEVER, and I mean NEVER, submitted in a match. A man that is one half of the rightful GLCW Tag Champions. And sure, Flatliner, your past might not be as checkered, but here we are. And the everburning question still lingers, what have you done for me lately? Tapped out. That's what you've done for me lately.
So that's all I really have to say to you Flats. You can't win, you just can't. You're nothing but a fraud now. Hell, Flats, just retire. Save a little bit of your legacy, a little bit of your dignity. It's evaporating, right before our very eyes, and I think I might just have to cement in Michigan. Good luck Flats, you're going to need every single bit of it you can get. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen comes in on Jean Rabesque, who stands in front of a GLCW backdrop, he wears his normal gear, and the normal cocky smile, as he has apparently joined us for a few final words before his upcoming confrontation with Flatliner)
Rabesque: Thanks for the acknowledgement Flatliner. I was the better man that night, and I'll be the better man again very soon. You mentioned that I made you tap only after you blew out your knee. Fine, is that knee healed? Did the grace of the almighty One himself descend from the heavens and place his finger upon you, curing the knee? No? So what's changed? As far as I can tell, blown out knees generally do not heal in two weeks. Why do I mention this? Like I've said before, you have a weakness now Flats. Am I going to be too proud than to go after the injured body part? Hell no. A win's a win, and while a win over Flatliner really might not mean that much anymore, I still need every win I can get. So, you going to divulge a strategy Flats? I know the answer will be no, and you're stated reasoning behind it will be that you don't want to give me any kind of advantage. But the true reason is that you don't have one. How you going to beat me on one leg? You going to power me, knowing all along that your leg can't support the two of us? You going to try to wrestle me, knowing full well that you have no mobility? You going to go the high-flying route? (chuckles) Never mind, sorry I asked. So what are you going to do Flats? Right now, all that can be on your mind is survival, because a win is out of the question.
And as far as my doctored footage goes. Everybody else seems to remember that one a little different. I remember you tapping, Mael remembers you tapping. Sure, alter it all you want, that's fine, it doesn't change the facts a bit. Sure, you can pick up all the IWF tapes you want. All those tapes that didn't involve me. Check the entire footage guys. You'll probably catch a clip on there of me, filmed while I was supposedly getting scummed on, denouncing all of it. Check hard guys, it's there. You see, you can have fun with my past. It's really easy. I don't denounce any of it. Sure, I've made some mistakes. Should I have joined BAD? Of course not. And then there was WOOG. (chuckles) But that helped make me who I am today. I know full well that I didn't have everything figured out at what point. I know on several occasions I made a giant ass of myself, but look where it got me. You're talking to a man that in a singles match that has been exactly one time in the past two years. A man that has NEVER, and I mean NEVER, submitted in a match. A man that is one half of the rightful GLCW Tag Champions. And sure, Flatliner, your past might not be as checkered, but here we are. And the everburning question still lingers, what have you done for me lately? Tapped out. That's what you've done for me lately.
So that's all I really have to say to you Flats. You can't win, you just can't. You're nothing but a fraud now. Hell, Flats, just retire. Save a little bit of your legacy, a little bit of your dignity. It's evaporating, right before our very eyes, and I think I might just have to cement in Michigan. Good luck Flats, you're going to need every single bit of it you can get. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
JC
League Member
Game's over....
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-13-02 AT 09:07 PM (EST)](Scene opens with Flatliner sitting on a bench, wrapping his injured knee and as he finishes he puts on a knee brace stands and looks up into the camera… His expression is solemn as he adjusts the knee brace but as he again faces the camera, it becomes cynical in expression and disdainful in tone…)
FLATLINER: Jean, you’re so damn predictable… I could care less what you did or didn’t do in the past, I care even less what your opinions are of me… And as for your concept of our previous encounter, think what you want… All I have heard coming out your mouth is the same old crap of old… That and your analysis of me… (Smirks and shakes his head…) You’re so full of yourself Jean, that you’re not seeing the obvious… You’re so oblivious to what is staring you in the face… A win is out of the question!? Of course it is, for you that is Jean, you didn’t get the first one and you aren’t going to get one this time around either… I’m going to pass on contradicting all your points and counterpoints Jean, I pass when it comes to you and besides like I said before I’m not Kraven, you and him enjoy ##### slapping each other… Kalamazoo is so close I can smell it Jean, I can feel it coursing through my veins… Yea Jean, bum knee and all, I will see you there… I await that moment with anticipation, I am once and for all going to ram all that crap you have spewed out down your throat… This is one match that I will not care about win or loss, all I am focused on is you Jean!!! I am deadset and hell bent on beating the living crap out of you Jean… I have grown tire of all your damn talking… You’re twisting the truth around, distorting it just to make yourself look good… It all ends for you at Kalamazoo Jean, I am going to put an end to all your assumptions… I am going to force you to confront your worst fears, Edmunds already made you face one, now it’s my turn…
(He stares momentarily into the camera and then walks away, limping his way out the door… Fade to a GLCW Kalamazoo commercial…)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Dec-13-02 AT 09:07 PM (EST)](Scene opens with Flatliner sitting on a bench, wrapping his injured knee and as he finishes he puts on a knee brace stands and looks up into the camera… His expression is solemn as he adjusts the knee brace but as he again faces the camera, it becomes cynical in expression and disdainful in tone…)
FLATLINER: Jean, you’re so damn predictable… I could care less what you did or didn’t do in the past, I care even less what your opinions are of me… And as for your concept of our previous encounter, think what you want… All I have heard coming out your mouth is the same old crap of old… That and your analysis of me… (Smirks and shakes his head…) You’re so full of yourself Jean, that you’re not seeing the obvious… You’re so oblivious to what is staring you in the face… A win is out of the question!? Of course it is, for you that is Jean, you didn’t get the first one and you aren’t going to get one this time around either… I’m going to pass on contradicting all your points and counterpoints Jean, I pass when it comes to you and besides like I said before I’m not Kraven, you and him enjoy ##### slapping each other… Kalamazoo is so close I can smell it Jean, I can feel it coursing through my veins… Yea Jean, bum knee and all, I will see you there… I await that moment with anticipation, I am once and for all going to ram all that crap you have spewed out down your throat… This is one match that I will not care about win or loss, all I am focused on is you Jean!!! I am deadset and hell bent on beating the living crap out of you Jean… I have grown tire of all your damn talking… You’re twisting the truth around, distorting it just to make yourself look good… It all ends for you at Kalamazoo Jean, I am going to put an end to all your assumptions… I am going to force you to confront your worst fears, Edmunds already made you face one, now it’s my turn…
(He stares momentarily into the camera and then walks away, limping his way out the door… Fade to a GLCW Kalamazoo commercial…)
SteveA
League Member
Some more parting shots
(the screen comes in backstage in Kalamazoo, where Jean Rabesque sits backstage, getting his gear on, lacing his boots as the camera comes in, he notices the camera, and smiles, and decides to get a just a few more shots in)
Rabesque: Keep it up Flats. You continue to amaze me with every passing day. I distort the truth, huh? Fine, let’s analyze. We’ll try a little Q&A. At the past Riptide, did I or did I not lock you in the Figure 4 Leglock? Did you or did you not tap out to the Figure 4 Leglock? Therefore, is the only reason you’re still a tag team champion because the referee just didn’t happen to see you tapping out? Do you have a bum knee? Will it be impossible for you to wrestle the way that you like to wrestle against me? Will it be incredibly easy for me to pick about your knee until you cry again? Is it not the opinion of nearly everyone in the wrestling world today that you are a merely a shell of your former self? Are you going to get humiliated right here in Kalamazoo?
(having completed his lacing, Rabesque approaches the camera, getting to an almost uncomfortable level, he speaks very softly, almost forcing everyone to listen intently to what he says)
I haven’t distorted one lick of truth. You did tap Flats, like it or not. With decent officiated, you wouldn’t be champion anymore. Your knee is out, and there is way you can wrestle the way you want to. Add that on top of the fact that you’ve already lost a step, and I AM going to humiliate you. Say what you will about me, say what you want about what I say, you cannot, you simply CANNOT dispute the fact that I am one of the best pure technical wrestlers in the world today. You can’t! You say this is one match you don’t care about whether you win or lose. Good. I interpret that as you knowing FULL WELL that you can’t win. You see, beating the crap out of you is secondary, I care about winning. When people become focused on other things, that’s when they become weak. There’s a chance you could at some point have me beat, but instead of wisely going for the pin, you decide that’s not enough, so you go for more. So then what happens? (chuckles) Well, I think you can figure that one out for yourself. So, here’s what’s going to happen Flats. The two of us are going to walk out there, and you’ll care about beating me up, and you’ll probably succeed, that seems to happen in every match I’m in. I’ll go in caring about winning, and I’ll succeed, because that also seems to happen in every match I’m in.
And one more thing, Edmunds, pay attention, pay REAL close attention. You’re about to see a bit of your fate, and you can get a small inkling, just a SMALL inkling of how miserable your life is going to become. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen comes in backstage in Kalamazoo, where Jean Rabesque sits backstage, getting his gear on, lacing his boots as the camera comes in, he notices the camera, and smiles, and decides to get a just a few more shots in)
Rabesque: Keep it up Flats. You continue to amaze me with every passing day. I distort the truth, huh? Fine, let’s analyze. We’ll try a little Q&A. At the past Riptide, did I or did I not lock you in the Figure 4 Leglock? Did you or did you not tap out to the Figure 4 Leglock? Therefore, is the only reason you’re still a tag team champion because the referee just didn’t happen to see you tapping out? Do you have a bum knee? Will it be impossible for you to wrestle the way that you like to wrestle against me? Will it be incredibly easy for me to pick about your knee until you cry again? Is it not the opinion of nearly everyone in the wrestling world today that you are a merely a shell of your former self? Are you going to get humiliated right here in Kalamazoo?
(having completed his lacing, Rabesque approaches the camera, getting to an almost uncomfortable level, he speaks very softly, almost forcing everyone to listen intently to what he says)
I haven’t distorted one lick of truth. You did tap Flats, like it or not. With decent officiated, you wouldn’t be champion anymore. Your knee is out, and there is way you can wrestle the way you want to. Add that on top of the fact that you’ve already lost a step, and I AM going to humiliate you. Say what you will about me, say what you want about what I say, you cannot, you simply CANNOT dispute the fact that I am one of the best pure technical wrestlers in the world today. You can’t! You say this is one match you don’t care about whether you win or lose. Good. I interpret that as you knowing FULL WELL that you can’t win. You see, beating the crap out of you is secondary, I care about winning. When people become focused on other things, that’s when they become weak. There’s a chance you could at some point have me beat, but instead of wisely going for the pin, you decide that’s not enough, so you go for more. So then what happens? (chuckles) Well, I think you can figure that one out for yourself. So, here’s what’s going to happen Flats. The two of us are going to walk out there, and you’ll care about beating me up, and you’ll probably succeed, that seems to happen in every match I’m in. I’ll go in caring about winning, and I’ll succeed, because that also seems to happen in every match I’m in.
And one more thing, Edmunds, pay attention, pay REAL close attention. You’re about to see a bit of your fate, and you can get a small inkling, just a SMALL inkling of how miserable your life is going to become. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)