Get a clue!
(The screen comes in on an NEW backdrop, where Jean Rabesque stands, motioning behind the camera, dressed in his normal gear)
Rabesque: “Translation, TRANSLATION PLEASE! ADAM!!”
(Camera pans away, and we see Adam making his way for the exits)
Rabesque: “ADAM! Come back here! I need your help! You were there when he said all of this, what the hell was he trying to say??”
(Camera pans, nothing)
Rabesque: “Oh hell, I guess I’m again left to do this myself. Left to puzzle the idea of satining the floor. I still wish this guy would explain to me what the hell it means to satin the floor with me, but he just holds steadfast to the idea that he’s going to do. At least he should have the common courtesy to give me a heads up on the pain and agony I should be expecting, considering he is the greatest wrestler in the world. Maybe he’s going to make a quilt out of me? A satin quilt? Maybe a skirt? Oh hell, why do I even try to figure this stuff out?
“Johnnie, I don’t know how you do it. With your kindergarten education at all, how you get dressed in the morning is a boggle to me, much less the fact that you’ve somehow made it into a reputable wrestling federation, and right now sit one match away from being the inaugural television champion. Hell, I know for a fact that you could do dominate the Special Olympics Pro Wrestling Division, Johnnie. Hell, you might even me invited in the four way match to become their World Champion. And then maybe, just maybe, you’d get one of those special medals. But then again, you’re a winner already, aren’t you Johnnie? At least, that’s what your mommy always told you when you got on the short bus every morning, right?
“So do I want to play games John? That was the first question you asked me right at the beginning of my spot? No, to be honest with you Johnnie, I have no intentions of playing games with you. To be honest, I really have a difficult time justifying that you’re even worth my time. If I really had my druthers, I’d pin your arrogant ass right now, get it over with, collect the title they want to give me, go cash the fat check they’re paying me, and go back to stalking Lindsay Troy, because DAMN she has a hot ass. She’s a pretty good kisser too! (Smiles)
“So here’s the real deal here Johnnie. I don’t really care how much I’ve angered you, the truth being if that makes you angry, I have no idea how you’re going to feel in a couple days when you feel the total wrath of what I’m capable of behind the scenes. Because right now, you really have no idea. But the thing is Johnnie, even if you are some kind of “ticking time bomb,” it really doesn’t matter. I’m going to say this as slow as I possibly can, to make sure that even someone of your intellect can understand it. Ok, you listening right now Johnnie?
“YOU’RE...........NOT.............. VERY.......................GOOD!
“In fact, that might be a bit on the flattering side. I’ve seen all the tape there is of you, all eight matches, and again I ask you Johnnie, who the hell have you beaten? If this ‘rage’ of yours is so violent, why haven’t you left a trail of the legends of wrestling lying in the dust. You know, you took out GUNS right? Left him lying, huh? Hornet was no match for you, true? How about Kin Hiroshi? Lawrence Stanley? I took him out of the NFW, how about you? But for you to come out on television and blast the NFW and blast the CSWA is just plain ignorant! I have a lot of respect for what the suits here at NEW are trying to do and I will help in whatever way I can to make this place a success, but right now, the names here don’t match up to the names over there, and for you to even insinuate that that is the case is just plain asinine!
“The fact is Johnnie that you have so much to learn it’s frightening. Now, in theory, there’s nothing wrong with that. We were all rookies once, we all had a point in our careers when we had a LOT to learn. The smart ones among us sought help, and went out of way to speak to those who had much more experience than us, to help make us better! But you Johnnie, you insist that you already have everything figured out, that there is no one who can help you, because you’re ‘mad’ and you’re already the best thing going! I hate to be the one to break this to you Johnnie, but you’re not, NOT EVEN CLOSE!
“I don’t have to think that I’m special Johnnie, the reaction I get from the crowd every single night does nothing but reinforce that. I don’t need to come out and tell everyone how much ass I can kick, but I can provide you one hell of a list of references of people who could readily verify that very fact. People you can’t even fathom stepping into the ring with have TAPPED OUT TO ME! It didn’t matter how angry they were, it didn’t matter how much better they thought they were than me. I just went out and proved it. And since you’re ONLY argument in this entire verbal exchange is “I’m better than you,” then I almost feeling I’m wasting my time here. You’re obviously too dense to catch on to reality, so just do your best and get a DAMN CLUE!
“If you want to think that I have no skill going into our match, then fine, do so. It’s not really going to make any bit of difference.
“In closing for you Johnnie, if you’re mad now, I can’t wait to see what you’re going to be like in just a few days. Because Johnnie, the best is yet to come. That, my son, is a promise!
“No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.”
(Rabesque begins walking into the next room, above we see a sign that simply reads “THE JEAN RABESQUE SHOW...... Fadeout)