Post by jake on Mar 29, 2012 19:58:40 GMT -5
Jake Eaton is sitting in front of the camera.
"So, this week I have to defend my Rush Hour Championship against that little bitch, Andy Star. Well guess what?!? I'm going to win. I'm not going to go on some long tirade about how I'm better than Andy Star or how Andy Star is a worthless piece of garbage, because everybody knows that and everybody knows that I can shut him up without using even a fraction of my true abilities, but here's the thing that really gets me. The thing that sets us far apart isn't the fact that I'm better than him. It isn't that he's the one that doesn't have any potential in the wrestling ring. It isn't even that when he faces me, he's destined to lose like the jobber he truly is. The difference between the two of us is that I've got the Rush Hour Championship around my waist, and that worthless little ingrate will never see championship gold, no matter where he goes in the wrestling world.
I'm truly the gold standard in this company, and I showed that long ago when I first set foot in this company and won a triple threat match against the champion and the number one contender. I showed that I'm the crown jewel in this company when that idiot Ryan Blake booked me in handicap matches and steel cage matches against all my enemies to try and hold me back. But the fact remains that, no matter what that imbecile sets in front of me, I can surpass anything that guy can throw in my path, because I'm The American Monsoon Jake Eaton, and that's what I do. So Andy Star, go ahead and tell yourself you're going to defeat me. Go ahead and sit there with that confidence and that cocky attitude going into the match. Go ahead and tell yourself you have a chance at defeating me and winning the Rush Hour Championship. When all is said and done, you can't. You simply can't defeat the number one commodity in the wrestling world. I proved that much to you when I busted you open in my debut when I beat you in a first blood match, and I'll do the same exact thing again here tonight when I pin you to the mat for that three-count and the referee raises my hand in victory and gives me back my title. I'm Jake Eaton for fuck's sake, and I'm the best in the world at what I do."
Cut to black.
"So, this week I have to defend my Rush Hour Championship against that little bitch, Andy Star. Well guess what?!? I'm going to win. I'm not going to go on some long tirade about how I'm better than Andy Star or how Andy Star is a worthless piece of garbage, because everybody knows that and everybody knows that I can shut him up without using even a fraction of my true abilities, but here's the thing that really gets me. The thing that sets us far apart isn't the fact that I'm better than him. It isn't that he's the one that doesn't have any potential in the wrestling ring. It isn't even that when he faces me, he's destined to lose like the jobber he truly is. The difference between the two of us is that I've got the Rush Hour Championship around my waist, and that worthless little ingrate will never see championship gold, no matter where he goes in the wrestling world.
I'm truly the gold standard in this company, and I showed that long ago when I first set foot in this company and won a triple threat match against the champion and the number one contender. I showed that I'm the crown jewel in this company when that idiot Ryan Blake booked me in handicap matches and steel cage matches against all my enemies to try and hold me back. But the fact remains that, no matter what that imbecile sets in front of me, I can surpass anything that guy can throw in my path, because I'm The American Monsoon Jake Eaton, and that's what I do. So Andy Star, go ahead and tell yourself you're going to defeat me. Go ahead and sit there with that confidence and that cocky attitude going into the match. Go ahead and tell yourself you have a chance at defeating me and winning the Rush Hour Championship. When all is said and done, you can't. You simply can't defeat the number one commodity in the wrestling world. I proved that much to you when I busted you open in my debut when I beat you in a first blood match, and I'll do the same exact thing again here tonight when I pin you to the mat for that three-count and the referee raises my hand in victory and gives me back my title. I'm Jake Eaton for fuck's sake, and I'm the best in the world at what I do."
Cut to black.