Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 16:56:45 GMT -4
San Diego is warm on a sunny afternoon where flowers are starting to bloom, the sky is pale blue and white clouds are so transparent that you can hardly see them. Light beams down on the city, giving it a summer-like atmosphere. Jesse is seen sitting on a towel that’s laying on the sand at a random San Diego beach, and with sunglasses on you can’t quite tell if he’s looking at the waves coming in or the women in bikinis. Either way, his view and moment of peace gets ruined when FWA cameras show up on spot and Gary Jones comes in wearing a green speedo.
“Good evening, Jesse. How are you today?”
“I’m tired, to be honest.”
“Oh, why?”
“I didn’t sleep last night.”
“That’s not so good for your body and mind, you know.”
“Probably not. Oh well.”
Jesse shrugs and sits up a bit, not in a slanted position like before.
“Anyways, moving on – this week you’re wrestling against William Rodney Mercy in the FWA ring for the second time in your career, this time it is placed in the main-event on Conflict rather than the pre-Main-Event at a pay per view. We heard your thoughts and opinions on this match the other day, so let me ask you – are they your genuine emotions on what is going to be your second encounter with Mercy?”
“Yep, and you better believe it. If I wasn’t honest, I would say that I would be looking forward to the match and be training for it every single day just to make sure that I am able to prove myself worthy of being where I am. But the truth is, I don’t have any motivation for this match, especially when I know what the outcome will probably be.”
Grabbing a handful of sand, Jesse tosses it up in the air as it rains down on him and Gary.
“And you think that you’re going to win this?”
“Of course I do. If I can do it once, I can do it again. It sounds a little cocky to the average interview like you, but when you’re somebody like myself who is able to back up his words and do what he says he is going to do, how can you turn your head away at what he says? You don’t have to like my opinion, because that’s just it – my opinion, that’s all. You have yours, something you are entitled to. Am I not allowed to be entitled to mine?”
Sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, Jesse stares at Gary.
“You are allowed, of course.”
Sliding them back up, he grins.
“Good, I was hoping so. If not, I was going to shut up and comply by answering your next set of questions with generic responses saying how I’m loving the active competition that is strong and packed full of people who take this sport seriously and to the next level. But they don’t and that isn’t even close on my thoughts of people here.”
“Since you bring that up, what do you think of the competition in FWA?”
“It sucks. I mean, the wrestlers are good and all. I’m quite sure that the competition here is better, if not average, compared to every other makeshift wrestling company on the independent circuit. But I don’t find it competitive at all, and if FWA claims that they have the best to offer to anybody wanting to make a breakthrough in this business... WOW! Am I ever in for a huge disappointment, eh?”
“I guess that you could be, but surely you can’t be serious about that when you haven’t fought everybody on the roster yet.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. Why wouldn’t I be? If I wasn’t, then that wouldn’t have come out of my mouth. Sorry, but I don’t speak lies – it’s just the truth, nothing but. When I said I was going to beat William, I did beat him. I’m the Miracle of St. James. I am San Diego’s class.”
Lying on his stomach, Jesse rests his head in his folded arms, tanning his back.
“What’s with this newfound attitude of yours? Have you decided to give yourself a new image that will have people take you more seriously?”
“No. I’m just being myself. I’m not bullshitting these things like many other people do. It’s an interview, not a complimentary session where you say as many good things about your opponent as you can. If you do, then the matches will just be full of kiss and hugs. Wrestling isn’t about kissing and hugging. So you piss them off, whoever they are. There’s only one type of red you want on your face and that is red blood, not red lipstick. If you got the latter, you better sweat it off by doing something over the top.”
“Do you believe that you’ll win the number one contendership this week?”
“I don’t believe I will, but I want to. I’m not quite confident that I’ll win the match, but I’m hoping that I do. Only if I try hard enough, but my motivation is currently pending and I’m not sure how I’ll wrestle in the match. Maybe I’ll reflect my current attitude and be passive and predictable, however that made me victorious the first time. I really don’t know. I mean, I want a challenge... but God, this is just way too easy.”
“Since you’re not too fond of wrestling the same superstar twice in your career, you’d rather go toe-to-toe with somebody that you’ve never had a singles match against. Expressing that a couple of times lately, who are some wrestlers in particular that would want to go up against?”
“Beats me. Somebody new. It’s not that hard to understand. Alex Redding and FWA management have a list and a history of who I have and haven’t gone up against. All they have to do is look at the list of wrestlers that are new to me.”
“If there was a match stipulation added to this week’s main-event, would you be a slight bit more interested in the match than you are now, or would your emotions and total opinions overall be about the same?”
“Stipulations don’t play a factor to me, it’s the opponent. But if I had the choice of wrestling a person a second time, I would definitely prefer wrestling them in a match that has a stipulation added to it rather than another basic grappling match. It’s quite boring when you know their style.”
Pushing himself up, Jesse shakes the sand out of his hair.
“Anywho, I’m going swimming.”
“I heard there was a shark attack in San Diego waters earlier today.”
“Yeah, I was here to see it. Quite brutal, to be honest. But oh well.”
“Aren’t you a little bit worried?”
“Uhh, no? I’m a Miracle; I’m vulnerable to these kinds of things.”
“Okay then... weird.”
Jesse walks off and the cameras fade.
“Good evening, Jesse. How are you today?”
“I’m tired, to be honest.”
“Oh, why?”
“I didn’t sleep last night.”
“That’s not so good for your body and mind, you know.”
“Probably not. Oh well.”
Jesse shrugs and sits up a bit, not in a slanted position like before.
“Anyways, moving on – this week you’re wrestling against William Rodney Mercy in the FWA ring for the second time in your career, this time it is placed in the main-event on Conflict rather than the pre-Main-Event at a pay per view. We heard your thoughts and opinions on this match the other day, so let me ask you – are they your genuine emotions on what is going to be your second encounter with Mercy?”
“Yep, and you better believe it. If I wasn’t honest, I would say that I would be looking forward to the match and be training for it every single day just to make sure that I am able to prove myself worthy of being where I am. But the truth is, I don’t have any motivation for this match, especially when I know what the outcome will probably be.”
Grabbing a handful of sand, Jesse tosses it up in the air as it rains down on him and Gary.
“And you think that you’re going to win this?”
“Of course I do. If I can do it once, I can do it again. It sounds a little cocky to the average interview like you, but when you’re somebody like myself who is able to back up his words and do what he says he is going to do, how can you turn your head away at what he says? You don’t have to like my opinion, because that’s just it – my opinion, that’s all. You have yours, something you are entitled to. Am I not allowed to be entitled to mine?”
Sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, Jesse stares at Gary.
“You are allowed, of course.”
Sliding them back up, he grins.
“Good, I was hoping so. If not, I was going to shut up and comply by answering your next set of questions with generic responses saying how I’m loving the active competition that is strong and packed full of people who take this sport seriously and to the next level. But they don’t and that isn’t even close on my thoughts of people here.”
“Since you bring that up, what do you think of the competition in FWA?”
“It sucks. I mean, the wrestlers are good and all. I’m quite sure that the competition here is better, if not average, compared to every other makeshift wrestling company on the independent circuit. But I don’t find it competitive at all, and if FWA claims that they have the best to offer to anybody wanting to make a breakthrough in this business... WOW! Am I ever in for a huge disappointment, eh?”
“I guess that you could be, but surely you can’t be serious about that when you haven’t fought everybody on the roster yet.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. Why wouldn’t I be? If I wasn’t, then that wouldn’t have come out of my mouth. Sorry, but I don’t speak lies – it’s just the truth, nothing but. When I said I was going to beat William, I did beat him. I’m the Miracle of St. James. I am San Diego’s class.”
Lying on his stomach, Jesse rests his head in his folded arms, tanning his back.
“What’s with this newfound attitude of yours? Have you decided to give yourself a new image that will have people take you more seriously?”
“No. I’m just being myself. I’m not bullshitting these things like many other people do. It’s an interview, not a complimentary session where you say as many good things about your opponent as you can. If you do, then the matches will just be full of kiss and hugs. Wrestling isn’t about kissing and hugging. So you piss them off, whoever they are. There’s only one type of red you want on your face and that is red blood, not red lipstick. If you got the latter, you better sweat it off by doing something over the top.”
“Do you believe that you’ll win the number one contendership this week?”
“I don’t believe I will, but I want to. I’m not quite confident that I’ll win the match, but I’m hoping that I do. Only if I try hard enough, but my motivation is currently pending and I’m not sure how I’ll wrestle in the match. Maybe I’ll reflect my current attitude and be passive and predictable, however that made me victorious the first time. I really don’t know. I mean, I want a challenge... but God, this is just way too easy.”
“Since you’re not too fond of wrestling the same superstar twice in your career, you’d rather go toe-to-toe with somebody that you’ve never had a singles match against. Expressing that a couple of times lately, who are some wrestlers in particular that would want to go up against?”
“Beats me. Somebody new. It’s not that hard to understand. Alex Redding and FWA management have a list and a history of who I have and haven’t gone up against. All they have to do is look at the list of wrestlers that are new to me.”
“If there was a match stipulation added to this week’s main-event, would you be a slight bit more interested in the match than you are now, or would your emotions and total opinions overall be about the same?”
“Stipulations don’t play a factor to me, it’s the opponent. But if I had the choice of wrestling a person a second time, I would definitely prefer wrestling them in a match that has a stipulation added to it rather than another basic grappling match. It’s quite boring when you know their style.”
Pushing himself up, Jesse shakes the sand out of his hair.
“Anywho, I’m going swimming.”
“I heard there was a shark attack in San Diego waters earlier today.”
“Yeah, I was here to see it. Quite brutal, to be honest. But oh well.”
“Aren’t you a little bit worried?”
“Uhh, no? I’m a Miracle; I’m vulnerable to these kinds of things.”
“Okay then... weird.”
Jesse walks off and the cameras fade.