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MAIN EVENT: TV Title Match- The Jobber vs. Jarod Poe
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Belief
(Cue up "Machine Gun" by Jimi Hendrix)
(Fade in to the Jobber's Whitelandia Compound. Cut to the interior, as the camera winds its way into the study, where the Jobber sits in front of a television monitor, one displaying his victory over Poe. The Television title is over his shoulder as he speaks.)
The Jobber: It would seem that I do have some influence on the Championship Committee, at least when it comes to implementing their policies. Poe, don't think it has been soley your talent that has brought you here. There are those on the GLCW Championship Committee, those that have King Krusher's ear that want people like you shoved down the throats of the public, and people like me run out of the business. They think people with your look will bring the GLCW into the spotlight, and fill their coffers. They of course forget that you and your ilk lack the neccessary skill to run people like me out of this sport. They forget that the old kings must be beaten before they will leave, and that it will have to be the new tatoo generation that will have to beat them if they want any credibility.
The Jobber: Here in is the problem for you Poe, you just can't defeat the old guard. You just continue to fail, and after two huge failures I think it's time I made my move to expell you. I don't think you'll be trying to hang around after this Poe, not after I do everything within my power to show those shadowy figures in the committees that the present and future are not tatooed beasts, that the victors will always be the wrestlers, and that tatoos and self mutilation does not a wrestler make. Agnst does not create intimidation, a desire for pain doesn't create a competitor. It just creates a loser who enjoys his art. Poe, you can tell me how you live on pain, how it gives you the most intense feeling of joy and happiness you've ever felt, but it won't make up for a lack of ability.
The Jobber: And soon you will realize that problem Poe. You just don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with the champions. You don't have... What did Machiavelli call it? Ah, virtu. He said that man had to use their virtu, their skill to overcome and plan for the tides of fortune. Perhaps you've had fortune on your side at certain points. But fortune changes, and it seems it has changed already in your case, and you lack the virtu to deal with fortunes different moods. My skill has brought me to this point, perhaps not to the top, but to the next step down. Now I must simply wait, I must defeat those who come before me, and ride fortune back to my rightful place, to my throne atop the GLCW. But I didn't think I would be able to indulge along the way, not going into our match Poe.
The Jobber: Now I see I was wrong. I will be able to find pleasure in this journey, as it will mean whiping the slate clean in the GLCW. I can remove the defects, the pretenders who have come here believing that their look will somehow make them champion. That their inner pain, or their love for pain will overcome all the obstacles, and this little chore of wrestling will be taken care of by their personality. At the lower levels you may have found this true Poe, but now no words will save you, no amount of pleasure you get in pain, no inner demons, none of those will prevent you from suffering at my hands Poe. The pleasure will be overcome by the feelings that you just can't do this anymore. You'll realize that it just isn't worth it, that the cost of this sport is too great. So far you have only been shown a bit of the cost, pieces of it that have hinted how much more is on the way. In this rematch, you will discover how much more there is out there. You will see the true nature of the path to greatness. You will see that you lack the skill to reach the next plateau, and you will find that fortune has abandoned you upon the cruel path to greatness. You will be caught between obscurity and that golden reward, and you will never be able to justify a third painful retreat from the rewards. Your body will fight back against your mind, against your desires, and you will see that you will never be the main you had hoped you could be here in the GLCW.
The Jobber: Poe, this is your chance to end the tragic mistake that has been your career. You can take your many shortcomings and return to your old haunts, because denial will not be able to make up for the pain you will feel. Denial will not be able to tell your body that it enjoys this, because your body will simply not be able to take it.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "Machine Gun" by Jimi Hendrix)
(Fade in to the Jobber's Whitelandia Compound. Cut to the interior, as the camera winds its way into the study, where the Jobber sits in front of a television monitor, one displaying his victory over Poe. The Television title is over his shoulder as he speaks.)
The Jobber: It would seem that I do have some influence on the Championship Committee, at least when it comes to implementing their policies. Poe, don't think it has been soley your talent that has brought you here. There are those on the GLCW Championship Committee, those that have King Krusher's ear that want people like you shoved down the throats of the public, and people like me run out of the business. They think people with your look will bring the GLCW into the spotlight, and fill their coffers. They of course forget that you and your ilk lack the neccessary skill to run people like me out of this sport. They forget that the old kings must be beaten before they will leave, and that it will have to be the new tatoo generation that will have to beat them if they want any credibility.
The Jobber: Here in is the problem for you Poe, you just can't defeat the old guard. You just continue to fail, and after two huge failures I think it's time I made my move to expell you. I don't think you'll be trying to hang around after this Poe, not after I do everything within my power to show those shadowy figures in the committees that the present and future are not tatooed beasts, that the victors will always be the wrestlers, and that tatoos and self mutilation does not a wrestler make. Agnst does not create intimidation, a desire for pain doesn't create a competitor. It just creates a loser who enjoys his art. Poe, you can tell me how you live on pain, how it gives you the most intense feeling of joy and happiness you've ever felt, but it won't make up for a lack of ability.
The Jobber: And soon you will realize that problem Poe. You just don't have what it takes to go toe to toe with the champions. You don't have... What did Machiavelli call it? Ah, virtu. He said that man had to use their virtu, their skill to overcome and plan for the tides of fortune. Perhaps you've had fortune on your side at certain points. But fortune changes, and it seems it has changed already in your case, and you lack the virtu to deal with fortunes different moods. My skill has brought me to this point, perhaps not to the top, but to the next step down. Now I must simply wait, I must defeat those who come before me, and ride fortune back to my rightful place, to my throne atop the GLCW. But I didn't think I would be able to indulge along the way, not going into our match Poe.
The Jobber: Now I see I was wrong. I will be able to find pleasure in this journey, as it will mean whiping the slate clean in the GLCW. I can remove the defects, the pretenders who have come here believing that their look will somehow make them champion. That their inner pain, or their love for pain will overcome all the obstacles, and this little chore of wrestling will be taken care of by their personality. At the lower levels you may have found this true Poe, but now no words will save you, no amount of pleasure you get in pain, no inner demons, none of those will prevent you from suffering at my hands Poe. The pleasure will be overcome by the feelings that you just can't do this anymore. You'll realize that it just isn't worth it, that the cost of this sport is too great. So far you have only been shown a bit of the cost, pieces of it that have hinted how much more is on the way. In this rematch, you will discover how much more there is out there. You will see the true nature of the path to greatness. You will see that you lack the skill to reach the next plateau, and you will find that fortune has abandoned you upon the cruel path to greatness. You will be caught between obscurity and that golden reward, and you will never be able to justify a third painful retreat from the rewards. Your body will fight back against your mind, against your desires, and you will see that you will never be the main you had hoped you could be here in the GLCW.
The Jobber: Poe, this is your chance to end the tragic mistake that has been your career. You can take your many shortcomings and return to your old haunts, because denial will not be able to make up for the pain you will feel. Denial will not be able to tell your body that it enjoys this, because your body will simply not be able to take it.
(Fade out)
Father & Son
(The camera opens inside a seedy bar on the outskirts of Detroit, Michigan. There's a dull lighting from a few bulbs not broken above and a haze of smoke clouding the air. The place is scattered with it's usual ilk of the night. Factory workers really having no place to go, but home and back to work. Drunks spending thier last dime of the week on one more round. Bikers crusing through the motorcity looking for a place to rest and have a cold beer. The door opens and in walks Jarod Poe. Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt ,his heavy leather jacket protecting him from the cool night air and steel toed boots pounding on the worn out floor. He walks through the small crowd of people. Looking around an old face implanted in his mind he searches the room for anything familiar. Seeing nothing he heads for the back and sits down at a table. Removing his jacket he places his powerful arms on the table and looks ahead)
Poe: Well Jobber I can't say that I waited breathlessly for your words of wisdom to funnel down to me. *spits on the floor* Politics...you know I never had much use for them. It's one of the reasons why my former career in the military came to an early an abrupt end. I have no use for it. Decisions need to be made...tough ones and theres no room sometimes for how you think the people will view you in time. Taking a poll before you take action is just foolish. If there's people on the Committe of the GLCW that don;t like you... *shrugs* Well I can see thier point. I don't like you and I think you know you've made plenty of enermies in your time. I will on the other hand give you credit...you are the one person...the one and only person whose had the talent to defeat me on his own. Michael Manson was too much of a coward...twice he needed help. You on the other hand did as you said...despite how it went down the the results can not be denied. You got me...the title is yours *grins* However...not for long.
(A women in her forties approaches him...sagging breasts stuffed into a tight t-shirt and a missing tooth smile stare at him. jarod looks up and laughs)
Poe: MOM!!!!
Woman: Ha...Ha...can I get you something to drink?
Poe: *looks around* Scotch...bring me the whole bottle and if you can find one...a clean glass.
(The waitress gives him a cross look and walks off)
Poe: I really care not why I have this match. I told everybody from day one. Put me in the ring and make sure the checks on time. In this business that the first lesson you should learn. So if you want to try and expell me then find. You go right ahead Jobber. What exactly are you going to do? What you feel that if you should win again that I'm done for? That I'll pack my bags and quit. *shakes his head* I'm sorry Jobber that just won't be. I'll still be here. You see cause I actually agree with you. Wrestling should be determined on skill...not thrown down your throat by what you are or who you know. That's why when the bell rings this time...I'm going to pin your shoulders to the mat and take your gold. See Jobber you have alot more to lose then me. I'm just a rookie still learning the game...your the title holder with the years of expierence...who has more to lose? You or Me? That's the game...that's were the politics come in. Me I just want the match to start. All the hype...all the talk...it's just that talk. I know combat and while I'm restrained somewhat by the rules of our sport...I play along and move on.
(The woman from before returns. She hands Jarod a full bottle of scotch and places a glass on the table. She flashes as gapped smile and Jarod responds by flicking his forked tongue. She turns away uttering just one word)
Woman: FREAKS!!!
(Jarod shakes his head)
Poe: Now I never really cared for philosphy. Sure I spent my time reading it...after all it was required, but I never had much use for it. Who cares what the advice of oters was. In life I've always thought you need to expierence on your own to ever learn everything. Virtu...fortune...it's all meaningless to me. You use you skill to get where you are in life and at first you don't succeed...well make him pay the next time. I wouldn;t follow Machiavelli too much if I were you. After all he argues against the very people that influenced him. Rebellion is not a very bold move. I will say this through Jobber...Winning the TV Title is good for the state...so I guess I must do so. I must do whatever it takes to remove that gold from around your waist and I'm willing to use whatever means it takes. Now I need no book or dead philospher to tell me that. I learned it all on my own. Thats' why this time our match will be different. This time when you get you bell rung there will be no time-out. No chance for you to put your feet up and wait. No...this time when you make a mistake...no brakes...you'll pay for it.
(Jarod checks his watch for the time and opens the bottle. He pours himself a glass and takes a drink)
Poe: Let me be clear Jobber. You are not perfect...you lost to Golem just as fast as the hand could count to three. Just like that all your hopes of glory were snuffed out and you were relagated to something you can stand. That's out of the limelight. Me I lost nothing...I've made no impact in this sport beyong great strides for a rookie. I've proven a great prospect and shown that I can go toe-to-toe with the best. Have I proven I can defeat them..no. Do I have another chance to do so? Yes I do. You've given me the very thing I need. You've also placed yourself at great risk of not achiving a shot at what you truly desire. It could be a very costly decision...I wonder what Machiavelli would think of that? Not excatly doing what's best for yourself is it? As for the cost? What cost? What are you going to do to me that will have me at any more of a loss then I've already felt in life? Those are words of a fool. You know the pain won;t hurt me...you know the cost is not that great *smiles* at least for me. No you Jobber have alot more to loose then me and I'm mor ethen willing to send you falling. I know what my body can take Jobber and I laugh at the hollow threat you offer me. I was not pain that got you victory last time, but a lucky break in the rules of the game. when we fight this time we'll see you can stand the pain
(The door opens from the front and an older man walks in. As he walks through the bar he looks around searching. Finally he walks up to the table Jarod sits at)
Poe: Hello Dad.
(Jarod rolls the bottle across the table as the man sits down. He grabs it on the roll and eagerly opens it)
Poe: Happy Birthday Father...I'll see you around.
(Jarod offers the man only a look of disdain as he puts his jacket back on)
Poe: As for you Jobber...well we'llmeet in the ring soon enough and we see one-on-one just who can stand the pain and who can't. Will you be my victim Jobber? Because the beast is still hungry. Or will you somehow avoid his open jaws like last time? Guess we'll see in time
(Jarod pulls up his collar...shoots his father one more look and walks out into the night)
<FTB>
(The camera opens inside a seedy bar on the outskirts of Detroit, Michigan. There's a dull lighting from a few bulbs not broken above and a haze of smoke clouding the air. The place is scattered with it's usual ilk of the night. Factory workers really having no place to go, but home and back to work. Drunks spending thier last dime of the week on one more round. Bikers crusing through the motorcity looking for a place to rest and have a cold beer. The door opens and in walks Jarod Poe. Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt ,his heavy leather jacket protecting him from the cool night air and steel toed boots pounding on the worn out floor. He walks through the small crowd of people. Looking around an old face implanted in his mind he searches the room for anything familiar. Seeing nothing he heads for the back and sits down at a table. Removing his jacket he places his powerful arms on the table and looks ahead)
Poe: Well Jobber I can't say that I waited breathlessly for your words of wisdom to funnel down to me. *spits on the floor* Politics...you know I never had much use for them. It's one of the reasons why my former career in the military came to an early an abrupt end. I have no use for it. Decisions need to be made...tough ones and theres no room sometimes for how you think the people will view you in time. Taking a poll before you take action is just foolish. If there's people on the Committe of the GLCW that don;t like you... *shrugs* Well I can see thier point. I don't like you and I think you know you've made plenty of enermies in your time. I will on the other hand give you credit...you are the one person...the one and only person whose had the talent to defeat me on his own. Michael Manson was too much of a coward...twice he needed help. You on the other hand did as you said...despite how it went down the the results can not be denied. You got me...the title is yours *grins* However...not for long.
(A women in her forties approaches him...sagging breasts stuffed into a tight t-shirt and a missing tooth smile stare at him. jarod looks up and laughs)
Poe: MOM!!!!
Woman: Ha...Ha...can I get you something to drink?
Poe: *looks around* Scotch...bring me the whole bottle and if you can find one...a clean glass.
(The waitress gives him a cross look and walks off)
Poe: I really care not why I have this match. I told everybody from day one. Put me in the ring and make sure the checks on time. In this business that the first lesson you should learn. So if you want to try and expell me then find. You go right ahead Jobber. What exactly are you going to do? What you feel that if you should win again that I'm done for? That I'll pack my bags and quit. *shakes his head* I'm sorry Jobber that just won't be. I'll still be here. You see cause I actually agree with you. Wrestling should be determined on skill...not thrown down your throat by what you are or who you know. That's why when the bell rings this time...I'm going to pin your shoulders to the mat and take your gold. See Jobber you have alot more to lose then me. I'm just a rookie still learning the game...your the title holder with the years of expierence...who has more to lose? You or Me? That's the game...that's were the politics come in. Me I just want the match to start. All the hype...all the talk...it's just that talk. I know combat and while I'm restrained somewhat by the rules of our sport...I play along and move on.
(The woman from before returns. She hands Jarod a full bottle of scotch and places a glass on the table. She flashes as gapped smile and Jarod responds by flicking his forked tongue. She turns away uttering just one word)
Woman: FREAKS!!!
(Jarod shakes his head)
Poe: Now I never really cared for philosphy. Sure I spent my time reading it...after all it was required, but I never had much use for it. Who cares what the advice of oters was. In life I've always thought you need to expierence on your own to ever learn everything. Virtu...fortune...it's all meaningless to me. You use you skill to get where you are in life and at first you don't succeed...well make him pay the next time. I wouldn;t follow Machiavelli too much if I were you. After all he argues against the very people that influenced him. Rebellion is not a very bold move. I will say this through Jobber...Winning the TV Title is good for the state...so I guess I must do so. I must do whatever it takes to remove that gold from around your waist and I'm willing to use whatever means it takes. Now I need no book or dead philospher to tell me that. I learned it all on my own. Thats' why this time our match will be different. This time when you get you bell rung there will be no time-out. No chance for you to put your feet up and wait. No...this time when you make a mistake...no brakes...you'll pay for it.
(Jarod checks his watch for the time and opens the bottle. He pours himself a glass and takes a drink)
Poe: Let me be clear Jobber. You are not perfect...you lost to Golem just as fast as the hand could count to three. Just like that all your hopes of glory were snuffed out and you were relagated to something you can stand. That's out of the limelight. Me I lost nothing...I've made no impact in this sport beyong great strides for a rookie. I've proven a great prospect and shown that I can go toe-to-toe with the best. Have I proven I can defeat them..no. Do I have another chance to do so? Yes I do. You've given me the very thing I need. You've also placed yourself at great risk of not achiving a shot at what you truly desire. It could be a very costly decision...I wonder what Machiavelli would think of that? Not excatly doing what's best for yourself is it? As for the cost? What cost? What are you going to do to me that will have me at any more of a loss then I've already felt in life? Those are words of a fool. You know the pain won;t hurt me...you know the cost is not that great *smiles* at least for me. No you Jobber have alot more to loose then me and I'm mor ethen willing to send you falling. I know what my body can take Jobber and I laugh at the hollow threat you offer me. I was not pain that got you victory last time, but a lucky break in the rules of the game. when we fight this time we'll see you can stand the pain
(The door opens from the front and an older man walks in. As he walks through the bar he looks around searching. Finally he walks up to the table Jarod sits at)
Poe: Hello Dad.
(Jarod rolls the bottle across the table as the man sits down. He grabs it on the roll and eagerly opens it)
Poe: Happy Birthday Father...I'll see you around.
(Jarod offers the man only a look of disdain as he puts his jacket back on)
Poe: As for you Jobber...well we'llmeet in the ring soon enough and we see one-on-one just who can stand the pain and who can't. Will you be my victim Jobber? Because the beast is still hungry. Or will you somehow avoid his open jaws like last time? Guess we'll see in time
(Jarod pulls up his collar...shoots his father one more look and walks out into the night)
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(Cue up "Social Security" by the Toasters.)
(Fade in to the Jobber's Whitelandia compound. Cut to the living room, where the Jobber sits on his couch, a bit less agitated than he has been recently.)
The Jobber: So, I'm not perfect, I must say I am shocked. Considering I'm not the poster boy of a person who believes in the perfectability of man, it'd be tough for me to believe myself to be perfect. But you can claim I believe myself to be perfection, I have no problem with this. You can say I may fall victim to the jaws of the beast, but from where I sit you have simply prayed upon the weak and failed against the strong. Just because you can crush the weak doesn't mean your failings against Michael Manson and myself can be overlooked. Manson toys with his opponents, and then does whatever it takes to win to amuse himself. Looking good and then foolish against Manson is no trick Poe.
The Jobber: Your ability to hang out in seedy bars, and address vagrants as your parents impresses me even less than your ability to lose to myself and Michael Manson. You'd think the women who frequent such places wouldn't be bothered by shallow wrestlers who believe that body modification is the only way to express themselves. Next time will you go disturb the local leathermen as they spank a transvestite?
The Jobber: But for you to question what is best for myself? I dealt with you before, and this time, this time I can arrange for you to be removed from my path for good. This match would come about at some point, there's too many people who want Jared Poe and the lifeless monsters to be the future of GLCW, so to get it overwith now, at a time when you have already suffered crushing defeats to myself and Manson is just perfect for me. You've had no time to prepare, no time to build yourself up, just enough time to heal from our previous encounter. Perhaps you aren't even healed up, perhaps you've just been enjoying the pain as you search out dives where you can find yourself. You'll go on and on about how the pain doesn't affect you, but if it didn't affect you you simply wouldn't have lost. If you were so immune, you wouldn't have lost to me, you wouldn't have lost to Manson, even if 90 men ran into the ring. So I don't buy your line that the pain doesn't bother you. The man who repeats himself that much is a person who doesn't buy what he's selling. Do you know how many people have told me the pain doesn't affect them? That they are somehow not bothered by being dropped on their head? But one by one they all are proven to be human. Why should I think you are any different? What makes you any different? Because you've beaten two men here in GLCW? Was Redemption going anywhere Poe? Of course not, but you act as if a victory like that is living proof that you are immune to pain. You claim I am the fool for what I say, and then make such claims? Well my friend, you may wear my cockscomb if you believe such foolishness. I'm sure you need no philosophers to tell yourself you are invincible. No man with a shred of intelligence would believe that, and many would simply tell you "pride goeth before a fall." You may claim it isn't pride, but claims like that can be nothing other than a person who has too much pride and no sense.
The Jobber: So Poe, continue to spout your line about how you cannot be hurt, because we have seen you hurt, we have seen you lose, and we will see you put out of the business. My skill will be what brings you down Poe, and no amount of talk will be able to change fate. No amount of seedy bars, nothing will stop the inevitable, and after that you won't be able to play it off. It will simply be over.
(Fade out)
(Cue up "Social Security" by the Toasters.)
(Fade in to the Jobber's Whitelandia compound. Cut to the living room, where the Jobber sits on his couch, a bit less agitated than he has been recently.)
The Jobber: So, I'm not perfect, I must say I am shocked. Considering I'm not the poster boy of a person who believes in the perfectability of man, it'd be tough for me to believe myself to be perfect. But you can claim I believe myself to be perfection, I have no problem with this. You can say I may fall victim to the jaws of the beast, but from where I sit you have simply prayed upon the weak and failed against the strong. Just because you can crush the weak doesn't mean your failings against Michael Manson and myself can be overlooked. Manson toys with his opponents, and then does whatever it takes to win to amuse himself. Looking good and then foolish against Manson is no trick Poe.
The Jobber: Your ability to hang out in seedy bars, and address vagrants as your parents impresses me even less than your ability to lose to myself and Michael Manson. You'd think the women who frequent such places wouldn't be bothered by shallow wrestlers who believe that body modification is the only way to express themselves. Next time will you go disturb the local leathermen as they spank a transvestite?
The Jobber: But for you to question what is best for myself? I dealt with you before, and this time, this time I can arrange for you to be removed from my path for good. This match would come about at some point, there's too many people who want Jared Poe and the lifeless monsters to be the future of GLCW, so to get it overwith now, at a time when you have already suffered crushing defeats to myself and Manson is just perfect for me. You've had no time to prepare, no time to build yourself up, just enough time to heal from our previous encounter. Perhaps you aren't even healed up, perhaps you've just been enjoying the pain as you search out dives where you can find yourself. You'll go on and on about how the pain doesn't affect you, but if it didn't affect you you simply wouldn't have lost. If you were so immune, you wouldn't have lost to me, you wouldn't have lost to Manson, even if 90 men ran into the ring. So I don't buy your line that the pain doesn't bother you. The man who repeats himself that much is a person who doesn't buy what he's selling. Do you know how many people have told me the pain doesn't affect them? That they are somehow not bothered by being dropped on their head? But one by one they all are proven to be human. Why should I think you are any different? What makes you any different? Because you've beaten two men here in GLCW? Was Redemption going anywhere Poe? Of course not, but you act as if a victory like that is living proof that you are immune to pain. You claim I am the fool for what I say, and then make such claims? Well my friend, you may wear my cockscomb if you believe such foolishness. I'm sure you need no philosophers to tell yourself you are invincible. No man with a shred of intelligence would believe that, and many would simply tell you "pride goeth before a fall." You may claim it isn't pride, but claims like that can be nothing other than a person who has too much pride and no sense.
The Jobber: So Poe, continue to spout your line about how you cannot be hurt, because we have seen you hurt, we have seen you lose, and we will see you put out of the business. My skill will be what brings you down Poe, and no amount of talk will be able to change fate. No amount of seedy bars, nothing will stop the inevitable, and after that you won't be able to play it off. It will simply be over.
(Fade out)
Shallow heart...true nothingness
(The camera opens backstage at Riptide. Inside his dressing room Jarod Poe sits still his legs crossed indian-style His eyes are closed his mind wide open. Inserted into the skin of his shoulders small needles protrude outward and burning embers send heat into his body. As the camera pulls back Jarod snaps out of a deep medatation and his dark eyes slowly open. A smile creases his lips as he looks into the camera)
Poe: So this is what I waited for. We all sit back for the wise words of the Jobber to fill us. In the end what we get is a complex version of a "My Dad can beat up your Dad" argument. You know I thought a champion would show mor epride. That he'd live up to the hype. But I see none of that in you Jobber. I see a little man with little gold and a sense of pride gone over his head. Perhaps what you really need is to be taken done another notch. We all know how you ranted and raved when Golem defeated you. How you nearly threw a fit over your loss. Well I'm looking forward to sending you back there. Watching the confident exterior of a man turn into the brittle shell of a small boy *smiles* It's an easy task to do with you Jobber. Just take away his shiny toy and the child inside will cry for another.
(Jarod slowly rises to his feet. He slowly pulls the needles from his skin a hiss as the ember touches his his skin. Jarod smiles as each one is removed. He tosses them to the ground and looks back into the camera)
Poe: You talk as if you know me, but it's just small guesses at what you really don't seem to comprehend. Sure I could take the time to explain myself, my life...who I truly am, but all I would get in return is assumptions...shallow insults and the rantings of a fool. Where are these crushing defeats you speak of Jobber? You think yourself so good that a loss to you would send me to question my career path. Has your ego truly jumped to such foolish heights? No I take what has happened and I move on. I don't gloat...don't suffer...I simply keep on going. You need a true form of suffering to feel this. perhaps I can so this for you. See Jobber you can spin it any way you want. The simple truth is you've put yourself in a position to lose. You've mad eit a point of my failure...How I've showed my lack of skil. Now you've given me a chance not only at redemtpion of my past mistakes, but to frop you down to my own pitful level. You have it ALL you lose Jobber...your title...your ranking...your ego. I step into the ring tonight having EVERYTHING to gain. That is something I know deep down kills ytou to admit, but you laugh it off. *smiles* Well we'll se ewhose laughing at the end of the night.
(Jarod reaches down and grabs his leather jacket he slips it over his shoulders and slowly slides the zipper to the middle of his chest)
Poe: What you beleive and what you know are two different thing...are they not. I said the pain doe snot bother me and it doesn't. I thrive off it. When you defeated me that night Jobber pain had nothing to do with it. Did you see me tap? Did you see me quit? No you simply got my sholder tot he mat for a quick count of three. You assume that it was the pain that made me stop...well it wasn't. I was simply winded...my body spent from the match As I said...I didn't get to sit back and rest. To walk out when the odds were turned against me. When I got a small bump on my head. Instead I fought on...I took on every man that I could...tell I simply had no energy left. I could go no more and that was my failing on that night. Well I've learned from that...learned my shortcumming. Learned that I must train to not go all out. To pace myself for the long race. I will do that this time. As I said I'm still learning in this sport. I don't have the years of expierence that you have. However I do have the drive. I have the drive and the hunger to take what is yours and when I pin you in the ring tonight...I will have feed it.
(Jarod pulls his long hair back over the collar of his jacket and pulls his collar up)
Poe: Pride Jobber...you speak of pride? Well you sound like a man who has let his goto his head. A shallow man that holds what little he has dear to him and fears it will be lost. You rant and rave about how you will put me OUT of this sport, but it's a mute argument. You defeated me once and I'm still here. You've had loss in your career before and are still hear. Why did you not quit? No the only way to put and end to me Jobber is to put me out of this sport. You injure my body tot he point where I will no longer be able to step into that ring. *laughs* Short of bringing a gun into that ring I doubt you have the skill to or stomach to do that. No Jobber I think it's more of a wish so that yuo might hold on to what little you've got. That your shallow mind and dreams will last out just one more day. That the gold and glory you hold so dear will never leave. Ah, but leave they will Jobber...after tonigth they'll just be nothing mroe then a memory. Just like that terrible night against Golem. History will repeat itself and that terrible taste of defeat will once more fill yuor mouth. I know you hate it Jobber...I know deep down you fear nothing more then that. Well your greatest fear will come true.
(Jarod steps forward and goes to exit the room)
Poe: See I don't fear what pain you have to offer me Jobber. I've been in the ring...felt what you could dish out...hell felt what you and two other men could dish out. I'm still here aren't I? Well well see how the smile fades when you lose all you have and the only person you have to blame will be yourself. You've set yourself up to lose tonight Jobber and all I am will be a willing accomplis. At the end of the night...when what little you had it gone...well you'll have nobody to blame, but yourself...and that will eat you alive inside. As for me...whatever pain I had to got through to accomplsih this...well it will have been worth it all the more. Yuo've set yuorself up for what you fear most Jobber and when the hands count three you'll just start to feel it...failure. Once more you'll be taken of track and my path will be right where it was before...best of all just as you've admitted...it's what everybody wants. *grins* I'll see you in the rign Jobber. Bring your pride...bring your glory...you'll be my victim and it will all go away.
(Jarod laughs as he walks out of the room leaving the cameraman in darkness)
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(The camera opens backstage at Riptide. Inside his dressing room Jarod Poe sits still his legs crossed indian-style His eyes are closed his mind wide open. Inserted into the skin of his shoulders small needles protrude outward and burning embers send heat into his body. As the camera pulls back Jarod snaps out of a deep medatation and his dark eyes slowly open. A smile creases his lips as he looks into the camera)
Poe: So this is what I waited for. We all sit back for the wise words of the Jobber to fill us. In the end what we get is a complex version of a "My Dad can beat up your Dad" argument. You know I thought a champion would show mor epride. That he'd live up to the hype. But I see none of that in you Jobber. I see a little man with little gold and a sense of pride gone over his head. Perhaps what you really need is to be taken done another notch. We all know how you ranted and raved when Golem defeated you. How you nearly threw a fit over your loss. Well I'm looking forward to sending you back there. Watching the confident exterior of a man turn into the brittle shell of a small boy *smiles* It's an easy task to do with you Jobber. Just take away his shiny toy and the child inside will cry for another.
(Jarod slowly rises to his feet. He slowly pulls the needles from his skin a hiss as the ember touches his his skin. Jarod smiles as each one is removed. He tosses them to the ground and looks back into the camera)
Poe: You talk as if you know me, but it's just small guesses at what you really don't seem to comprehend. Sure I could take the time to explain myself, my life...who I truly am, but all I would get in return is assumptions...shallow insults and the rantings of a fool. Where are these crushing defeats you speak of Jobber? You think yourself so good that a loss to you would send me to question my career path. Has your ego truly jumped to such foolish heights? No I take what has happened and I move on. I don't gloat...don't suffer...I simply keep on going. You need a true form of suffering to feel this. perhaps I can so this for you. See Jobber you can spin it any way you want. The simple truth is you've put yourself in a position to lose. You've mad eit a point of my failure...How I've showed my lack of skil. Now you've given me a chance not only at redemtpion of my past mistakes, but to frop you down to my own pitful level. You have it ALL you lose Jobber...your title...your ranking...your ego. I step into the ring tonight having EVERYTHING to gain. That is something I know deep down kills ytou to admit, but you laugh it off. *smiles* Well we'll se ewhose laughing at the end of the night.
(Jarod reaches down and grabs his leather jacket he slips it over his shoulders and slowly slides the zipper to the middle of his chest)
Poe: What you beleive and what you know are two different thing...are they not. I said the pain doe snot bother me and it doesn't. I thrive off it. When you defeated me that night Jobber pain had nothing to do with it. Did you see me tap? Did you see me quit? No you simply got my sholder tot he mat for a quick count of three. You assume that it was the pain that made me stop...well it wasn't. I was simply winded...my body spent from the match As I said...I didn't get to sit back and rest. To walk out when the odds were turned against me. When I got a small bump on my head. Instead I fought on...I took on every man that I could...tell I simply had no energy left. I could go no more and that was my failing on that night. Well I've learned from that...learned my shortcumming. Learned that I must train to not go all out. To pace myself for the long race. I will do that this time. As I said I'm still learning in this sport. I don't have the years of expierence that you have. However I do have the drive. I have the drive and the hunger to take what is yours and when I pin you in the ring tonight...I will have feed it.
(Jarod pulls his long hair back over the collar of his jacket and pulls his collar up)
Poe: Pride Jobber...you speak of pride? Well you sound like a man who has let his goto his head. A shallow man that holds what little he has dear to him and fears it will be lost. You rant and rave about how you will put me OUT of this sport, but it's a mute argument. You defeated me once and I'm still here. You've had loss in your career before and are still hear. Why did you not quit? No the only way to put and end to me Jobber is to put me out of this sport. You injure my body tot he point where I will no longer be able to step into that ring. *laughs* Short of bringing a gun into that ring I doubt you have the skill to or stomach to do that. No Jobber I think it's more of a wish so that yuo might hold on to what little you've got. That your shallow mind and dreams will last out just one more day. That the gold and glory you hold so dear will never leave. Ah, but leave they will Jobber...after tonigth they'll just be nothing mroe then a memory. Just like that terrible night against Golem. History will repeat itself and that terrible taste of defeat will once more fill yuor mouth. I know you hate it Jobber...I know deep down you fear nothing more then that. Well your greatest fear will come true.
(Jarod steps forward and goes to exit the room)
Poe: See I don't fear what pain you have to offer me Jobber. I've been in the ring...felt what you could dish out...hell felt what you and two other men could dish out. I'm still here aren't I? Well well see how the smile fades when you lose all you have and the only person you have to blame will be yourself. You've set yourself up to lose tonight Jobber and all I am will be a willing accomplis. At the end of the night...when what little you had it gone...well you'll have nobody to blame, but yourself...and that will eat you alive inside. As for me...whatever pain I had to got through to accomplsih this...well it will have been worth it all the more. Yuo've set yuorself up for what you fear most Jobber and when the hands count three you'll just start to feel it...failure. Once more you'll be taken of track and my path will be right where it was before...best of all just as you've admitted...it's what everybody wants. *grins* I'll see you in the rign Jobber. Bring your pride...bring your glory...you'll be my victim and it will all go away.
(Jarod laughs as he walks out of the room leaving the cameraman in darkness)
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