A response
(the screen comes in backstage on Lady V, where she stands next to Jean Rabesque, who is dressed in his all-black street gear, gym bag over his shoulder, shades and bandana on, as he looks upon her)
Lady V: “Well, I’m hoping this goes a bit smoother than the last one of these that I tried. I stand here with Jean Rabesque, as he prepares to meet Sean Edmunds at Massive Assault. Jean, I’m sure you’ve heard what Mr. Edmunds had to say when I caught up to him. Throughout the entire time I spoke with him, he continued to mention one word when describing you. That word was insecure, how does that make you feel, and would you use that word to describe yourself?”
Rabesque: (chuckling) Come on Lady V, what kind of response do you think you’re going to get? You’ve known me for a long time, and these people watching this have known me for a long time. I’m the best damn wrestler in the world, and there is NO ONE in the world that has proved that otherwise. If anything, I’m secure in myself more than at any time in my career. When I started out in this business, I made a lot of claims. Those had to do with how I was the best in the business, about how I could outwrestle anyone. To be honest with you, I made some of those comments in the dark, because I didn’t know everybody and I knew there was uncharted territory. But now, after all these years, after all the places I’ve been, all the opponents I’ve faced, not one has changed that fact.”
Lady V: “And how would you respond to Edmunds’ claim that he ‘let you off’ when you two faced each other at a house show in Toledo?”
Rabesque: “Sure he did. I haven’t denied the fact. Sean Edmunds had me beat, bar none, no question. An exposed turnbuckle and a right hook I didn’t see coming knocked me out cold. Fine, it happened Sean, congratulations. But once again, I’ve told you all along that I don’t care about making points, I care about winning matches, and at Toledo, I beat you. Again, bar none, no question. And while we’re on the topic, what does that make it now Sean, EIGHT? Eight times? You know, I’ve been kicking your ass for so long I might have lost track but last I checked in eight tries you have still yet to beat me one on one. But back to Toledo, I have openly admitted that you’re probably better in a taped fist match than me. Hell, you ARE better than me at that kind of match. It’s not my thing, why deny it? But hey, I still beat you, and in the end, that’s what matters.”
Lady V: “And then Edmunds went onto mention some of your history in the past, but if my recollection is right, some of his account seemed a bit hazy, would you care to elaborate?”
Rabesque: “Sure, because it kind of struck me as well. Sean, you said that our experience together started in WWL when you started wrestling. What? You taken a couple too many chair shots to the head? Sean, I never joined WWL until right before..... well, right before I became their world champion. Sean, we go back to the NFWA, when I beat you there. It then traveled onto AFWC, and I beat you there. I keenly remember a tournament in ACW, and I beat you there as well. Then, after a little while longer, and even more ass beatings, finally came WWL. And yes, at one point I extended my hand to you. I offered to teach you something because I did see a glimmer of potential in you Sean. You declined, and the rest as they say is history. Now, I know you’ll claim that you were better off without me, but let’s be real here Sean.”
Lady V: “And what about his continued reference to the WWL World Title that he held for nine months?”
Rabesque: “Come on Sean, give it up. Yeah, you held that title for a really long time, and I’ll ask you once again, who did you beat for that title? Was it Shane Douglas? (laughs) Or how about that little runt Rey Misterio, Jr.? Was he jumping at the time? Hell, he was world champion at one time down there...wasn’t he? Or how about that no-talent punk like Candido? Sure, it’s easy to hold a world title WHEN THERE IS NO TALENT IN THE LEAGUE. But let me ask you yet another question Sean. When talent eventually did come into the league, and you were beaten for the title, who was it that beat you? Well, again, I’m not sure, it seems to be fuzzy, but, but, wasn’t it Hellion? Yeah, I think it was. And hey, wasn’t it Hellion that I beat, TWICE, to both win and retain that title? (chuckles) It’s kind of funny how that stuff works out, isn’t it? So, Sean, while you were off fighting the Douglas’ , the Misterios, and God-forbid the Candidos of the world, I was beating the Hellions, the Mansons, and the Matthews’ of the world. So, congratulations on being the champ of NOTHING for nine months. And as far as your lack of title shots during my reign? (chuckles) Sean, you had to be ranked in the top 10 to get a shot, and you just didn’t cut it. I held that title and defended that title against everyone who was worthy until circumstances caused me to leave the WWL. My loss to Massacre, I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, it’s simply called doing business the right way.”
Lady V: “After I smacked that tar out of Edmunds, (they both smile) he had some pretty strong closing comments toward you. Would you care to comment on any of those?”
Rabesque: “Sean, this isn’t a culmination of years of hatred as you like to describe it. But, that requires the hatred come from both sides. I don’t hate you, Sean, I’ve told you before, I pity you. You have invested so much time into this, only to fall on the short end once again. Hate is such a personal term, and I really hold no personal feelings towards you. This....is strictly business, and I’m going to go into Massive Assault and do what I have to do, to accomplish one thing, and one thing only, winning the match! Sean, you care about making the point so much, but don’t you understand that that’s what will cost you the match? Don’t you get that? You obviously don’t, and that plays into everything I’ve been talking about, You just don’t have a clue.
Lady V: “Any final comments....?”
Rabesque: “Yeah, I got one more thing. Sean, toughness isn’t something that’s developed. You either have it..... or you don’t. Think back, Sean, back in the day. Remember the figure 4? Do you remember TAPPING OUT to it? (chuckles) I do. You were a quitter then and nothing’s changed. You haven’t developed an ability to withstand pain! But me, search for footage of me tapping out. Come on, I DARE YOU! I never have, and I never will quit, PERIOD. Sure, you can knock me out, you can do whatever you want with a taped fist Sean, that’s fine, but you CANNOT make me quit. I can, I already have. Now, Lady V, if you’ll excuse me.”
(Rabesque exits to the left)
Lady V: “There ya go, Jean Rabesque preparing for battle, and I didn’t even have to smack him across the face to get some comments from him!”
(she smiles as we fade out)