Post by Jakob on Aug 28, 2011 22:45:09 GMT -5
SHOW SOME CHARISMA
The scene opens up in the back of a plush looking limousine. The first thing that comes into frame is the sharply dressed UWA Intercontinental Champion Jakob, with an absolutely stunning brunette pouring him a glass of champagne. He takes a sip of the outrageously expensive Dom Perignon and smiles. Jakob is a man who knows how to savor the better things in life.
After a concentrated effort, the champion looks at the camera and smiles pleasantly. He takes another sip of champagne and toasts the camera.
"Evening, ladies and gentlemen. I think it's safe to say you all know who I am by now. If not, let me introduce myself. I'm Jakob, your UWA Intercontinental Champion."
He smiles at his lady friend and she giggles back at him. He adjusts the tie on his suit and continues, still holding the champagne.
"You may wonder why I'm celebrating. After all, what did I do this last week that merits a $17,000 dollar bottle of Dom and an even more expensive companion? These questions may be warranted, friends, but they are all answerable. I celebrate every day and every night because of the life I live. I'm able to afford this limo, these drinks and this company– something Luke McCoy has never known– and that's worth celebrating."
He smiles again at his friend, but this time she brushes him off, obviously annoyed with his comments. He pays her no mind, however, and steams on as pristine as ever.
"McCoy, you be happy and proud of the fact that you shower. Revel in your high school diploma and your ability to branch your family tree. I think I'm as proud of you as anyone, it's truly a marvelous feat you have made such a life for yourself. You've lived your entire life as a drifter, and you're proud of the fact."
Jakob smiles at the camera and raises his glass, sarcastically toasting The Drifter.
"I, on the other hand, have lived my entire life as a winner. Our backgrounds and pedigrees don't matter when we step in the ring, Luke. All this glamor, all this money, the women, even my Intercontinental Championship that I'm being forced to defend against you- none of it matters. When the bell is rung all that matters is who can knock out the other man. Nothing else."
Jakob pulls his glimmering title belt from somewhere out of shot and throws it over his left shoulder. He rubs it affectionately and then glares back at the camera.
"I'm a wrestler. I'm not a thug or a brawler. Some would say this fact gives you the edge in our championship match, Luke. But while Ryan Blake may have no idea what in the fuck he is doing booking me against an unproven worthless neanderthal in such a brutal match, he does know I'm his number one money maker. He sells tickets to people who want to see me compete and me win matches and titles and dispose of villainous scum like The Drifter. He knows I'm the best this company can muster up, and he knows I will hold onto this belt no matter the cost."
Jakob pats the title again and readjusts it on his shoulder. The gorgeous woman who had been insulted earlier apparently forgives Jakob and kisses him on the cheek. He smirks arrogantly and wraps his arm around her slender waist.
"I may not be a brute and I may enjoy the finer things in life, but never, for your sake, second guess my ability. Luke, I will hold onto this championship belt and I will do whatever it takes to keep it out of your filthy disgusting hands. I am a world class wrestler, and I am fighting a brawler in a knock out match. It doesn't matter. We all know exactly what will happen."
Jakob pauses for a second, letting the anticipation build. His ‘friend' looks up at him with big blue eyes, completely absorbed in his charisma and confidence.
"I will win and I will hold onto this championship belt. I'm a winner, and Luke, you are a loser."
She smiles and kisses him again, apparently overcome with desire for the Intercontinental champion. He smiles again and pushes the camera away.
Cut.