RE: Blah-Blah-Blah
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Sep-08-03 AT 11:00 PM (EST)](Cue up "TV II" by Ministry.)
(Fade into the Jobber's Whitelandia compound. Cut to the Jobber in his living room, as it was, as it always will be.)
The Jobber: Well well, Jared Wells has again sent word to me of what a tough son of a gun he is. The Rage o Fire is angry... More like the Rage o Fire GENERIC Wells... am I rite?
(Pauses.)
The Jobber: Ok, maybe not. Jared Wells, from your intensity, to your Rage Against the Machine catch phrase, to pretty much every single portion of your personality, its just so dull. You are some strange conglomoration of everything so old, so done before. Like Nevada Smith was some odd Pandorian clone of Maelstrom, you are some test tube baby of everyone else who has ever entered the ring. Were you so devoid of ideas that you just figured you'd take everyone elses personality and then coast from there with marginal talent?
But somehow you stumble upon some interesting points. To answer one, yes Jared, this is all a game. All quite an amusing little game in which I am able to take all of these men to this "dance" you speak of, and humble them from the loud mouthed, underskilled, dull, generic slobs they are before, and turn them into whimperin soulless simpletons by the time the match is over.
It's nice to see you've come down off the LSD trip you were on and admitted what a worthless has been you are, but a slightly less delusional dull hasbeen isn't any more difficult to defeat, but at least he's slightly less annoying. It does grate on my nerves to hear about all of your amazing fans. Oh no, not your amazing talent, but somehow your fans will decide the end of this match. But of course despite admitting what a miserable hasbeen hack you are, you still HAD to bring up those fans, and do the generic spiel about how much they love you. I'm sure they do Jared, you are such a non threatening presence for the children, mothers would have to look far and wide for someone who puts up less of a fight.
But of course to hear you Jared, I'm nothing. I only held the TV title longer than the rest of this league, was NEVER given another shot to give it back, defeated your long time rival in a run of the mill ho hum defense, and shoved back the only rival the GLCW could throw at me time and time again before he finally was able to get the victory over me. I finished Golem, I finished Edmunds, all of them are the nothings they deserve to be because of my thrashings. And now Wells, you, you the man who hasn't achieved anything in oh so long will get the treatment of those two who hadn't achieved anything in oh so long.
But I'll save you the ebonics, the Rage Against the Machine, the rants about my fan club, all that jazz. Jared, finally GLCW has given me the chance I wanted, not at a title, not at a fabulous prize, but simply to expose yet another pathetic has been. And I guess I am grateful. Nothing will fill me with more joy than to have you on the mat and in the final stages of agony, the steps that lead to you realizing I was right about it all. That you are indeed nothing. That I am the wronged party, the party you have no chance of a comeback against. That your fans are meaningless, that anything you accomplished in the ancient past is meaningless. That your amazing legendary feud with Sean Edmunds was meaningless. That every word that has come out of your mouth is meaningless. That there will only be two words coming out of your mouth in this contest that will have any meaning, and that they will save your career.
I. Quit. When you utter those words, you will be exposed. You will be humbled, but you may still have your health. If you can give up quickly enough, I'm sure you'll have something left for a walk down the big trail towards retirement, instead of being pushed down it on a wheel chair.
So when your music hits, don't expect me to be wowed by the response. Only expect one response from your fans to have any meaning to me, and that is the response to those little words. I am so interested to see what it is.
(Fade out)