Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Jun 2, 2013 7:33:06 GMT
We open on IWF interviewer Willy Carter, standing in an interview space with the IWF banner in the background. Willy adjusts his tie, grinning ear to ear as he checks his watch.
”Woo! First interview with IWF, baby! First time around the block with the new boss! Feeling good, feeling good. Who do I have?”
He looks at the camera, an expectant grin on his face. The grin fades quickly, however, as he receives his answer. Willy shakes his head, putting his hands up, and he laughs nervously, looking at the cameraman again.
”Heh heh, whoa there, man. Now, I must be crazy, because I thought y’all just said my first interviewee was…“
Willy trails off, eyes tracking off camera. His eyes bug out, and he shakes his head, trying to deny what his eyes are telling him. We hear a pair of voices coming closer, Willy practically shrinking into the corner as they approach.
”…y’know, Trent might have been onto something. What would you look like with a mustache?”
”For the tenth time, I look weird with facial hair. It’d be like Verona with no facial hair.”
”I dunno, I think he’d be handsome without it.”
”Of course you do. Anyway…showtime.”
Andrew Jacobsen saunters into the shot, followed closely by Danielle Chase. Andrew regards Carter suspiciously, and Willy timidly offers a handshake, forcing a grin onto his face.
”Hey, uh, Andy! Andrew Jacobsen, my man! How you been? You’re looking good today, man! Very snappy dresser. Have I ever told you that you’re a snappy dresser? Because you are. You absolutely are. And you are one HANDSOME devil! And you, Miss Chase! You look absolutely lovely! Heh…heh…”
Willy trails off again, Andrew’s expression unwavering. Danielle regards his extended hand icily, and Carter quickly pulls it back. Willy tries to maintain his composure, but ultimately he can’t, and he breaks down, babbling apologies and excuses as Jacobsen stands there, stony-faced.
”Come on, man! I didn’t mean all the things I said! You won the World Title fair and square! You didn’t have that betrayal coming! Those pants didn’t make you look fat! Adrian Peterson doesn’t cheat! Please don’t hurt me, man! I’m too pretty to get messed up! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just don’t hurt me! You gotta make him understand, Danielle! Make him see reason! Mercy! Mercy!”
Andrew continues to stare at Willy as he clutches at his jacket. Finally, he turns and looks to the cameraman.
”You got all that, right?”
A pause, then what was presumably an affirmative answer comes back. Andrew grins, looking back down to Willy. Carter takes a few moments to process what just happened, then leaps to his feet, desperately trying to regain some dignity. Andrew inspects his knuckles, smirking as he flicks his gaze to Carter. Danielle can barely suppress her giggles.
”Had to get back at you somehow, didn’t I?”
Willy clears his throat, glaring at the camera guy, and adjusts his suit before addressing the camera, trying to ignore what was just done to him.
”Hello, IWF fans! My name is Willy Carter, and joining me today is IWF wrestler Andrew Jacobsen, along with his manager, Danielle Chase. Now Andrew, you’re taking on Jake Keeton and Duke Winchester in a Triple Threat match on Monday Night Sacrifice. Does the fact that Keeton picked up the win in his match last week while you got shut out in the cold change your approach to this match?”
He pointedly glares at Andrew, who merely shrugs. Jacobsen looks over to Danielle, unable to suppress his smile. She nods, stepping up to field the question.
”No, not really. Jake Keeton’s still Jake Keeton, and Duke Winchester’s still Duke Winchester. One win or one loss doesn’t change any of that.We’re still going in with the same game plan we would have had if we had this match last week.”
Willy grins, sensing a chance to disrupt things and swing the pendulum back his way.
”And what exactly was that plan?”
Jacobsen just shrugs, never losing his cheery demeanor, and handles this one himself.
”I’m going to slap the beards off of them.”
Danielle snorts at the statement, covering her mouth as she giggles. Willy opens his mouth to triumphantly pounce upon his response, only to find himself stymied. He opens his mouth again, trying to find something to say, but he can’t quite figure out how to respond to that. Andrew puts his hand up to forestall another attempt at a retort, taking a breath before elaborating.
”It’s real simple. Both of my opponents have beards. I’m going to hit them so hard that every single hair on their faces goes flying. Now, Duke Winchester’s another veteran, just like Buddy Drifter last week. And last week, what happened? Buddy got cranked into a triangle choke and made to submit. Being a veteran doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t turn that experience into in-ring success. Now, I’m here to win matches, but something I don’t think I got across completely last week is that I’m also here to win. Duke, you’re a threat just like any other man who steps into the ring here in IWF. To even get a chance, you’ve got to be a top-flight competitor. But you don’t want this win like I do. You don’t need it like I do. Each and every time I step into that ring, I do so knowing I can beat anyone that I’m put up against. You’re no exception.”
Andrew cracks his knuckles, grinning again. Willy follows up with the obvious question.
”But what about Jake Keeton? He actually won his match last week, which is more than can be said for you, and he’s shown more of a will to win. How can you realistically expect to counter the Keeton campaign of carnage?”
Willy looks particularly proud of himself for having come up with that one. Andrew just shakes his head, sighing and clapping his hand on Willy’s shoulder. The interviewer jumps at least a solid three feet in the air, Andrew’s hand falling off of him. He lands, cringing in fear of the, in his mind, inevitable backlash. When none occurs, he hesitantly looks back over to Jacobsen. Andrew just smirks at Willy again, shaking his head in disappointment.
”You’re twitchy, Willy. Maybe you need to get more sleep? Anyway, I can expect to take down Jake Keeton the same way I can expect to take down anyone else I have to wrestle: I’m a rare blend of athleticism, finely honed wrestling skill, and pure determination. I overcame almost impossible odds to become World Champion, Willy. A Triple Threat isn’t exactly putting the fear of God into me. Jake’s good, don’t get me wrong. I’m just better. And I don’t need to curse or demean the accomplishments of my opponents to achieve victory. I can acknowledge just what kind of a threat they are, just like I can acknowledge that they’re threats I can and will overcome.”
Willy pantomimes gagging at Andrew’s behavior as he looks away, but the moment his eyes drift back over Carter’s all smiles and nods, pretending to be deeply invested in every word Andrew says. Jacobsen looks into the camera, addressing it with a sense of seriousness and solemnity.
”Jake, Duke, all joking aside, I promise that you’ve never had a challenge like me before. And with God and each of the people watching at home and in that arena as my witnesses, I am going to walk into the Allstate Arena and I’m going to deliver the mother of all schoolings to both of you. I don’t care how many World Titles you’ve won, I don’t care how many years you’ve been in this business, the fact of the matter is that you’ve never been in IWF before. Neither have I. We’re all blank slates here. Each match is a chance to write a new legacy. Are you going to capture it? I know I will. Seize the moment. Make it yours…or I will.”
Willy pauses, nodding, and looks to Danielle.
”Anything else to add, Miss Chase?”
Danielle smirks.
”Only that Jake Keeton and Duke Winchester are about to learn why my client’s called the North Star. This interview’s over, Carter. Come on, Andrew. You’ve got prep work to do.”
With a nod, she turns and leaves, followed by Andrew. Willy watches them go, nervous, and as the sound of the door closing behind them clicks from off-frame, he sighs, leaning against the wall and massaging his temples.
”Whoo…now that was pulse-pounding! Can’t take all this excitement…y’all aren’t going to share that stuff you recorded before the interview, right guys?”
Willy grins nervously, but the silence causes his grin to fade somewhat. We cut to black on his plaintive inquiry.
”Guys? Please?”
”Woo! First interview with IWF, baby! First time around the block with the new boss! Feeling good, feeling good. Who do I have?”
He looks at the camera, an expectant grin on his face. The grin fades quickly, however, as he receives his answer. Willy shakes his head, putting his hands up, and he laughs nervously, looking at the cameraman again.
”Heh heh, whoa there, man. Now, I must be crazy, because I thought y’all just said my first interviewee was…“
Willy trails off, eyes tracking off camera. His eyes bug out, and he shakes his head, trying to deny what his eyes are telling him. We hear a pair of voices coming closer, Willy practically shrinking into the corner as they approach.
”…y’know, Trent might have been onto something. What would you look like with a mustache?”
”For the tenth time, I look weird with facial hair. It’d be like Verona with no facial hair.”
”I dunno, I think he’d be handsome without it.”
”Of course you do. Anyway…showtime.”
Andrew Jacobsen saunters into the shot, followed closely by Danielle Chase. Andrew regards Carter suspiciously, and Willy timidly offers a handshake, forcing a grin onto his face.
”Hey, uh, Andy! Andrew Jacobsen, my man! How you been? You’re looking good today, man! Very snappy dresser. Have I ever told you that you’re a snappy dresser? Because you are. You absolutely are. And you are one HANDSOME devil! And you, Miss Chase! You look absolutely lovely! Heh…heh…”
Willy trails off again, Andrew’s expression unwavering. Danielle regards his extended hand icily, and Carter quickly pulls it back. Willy tries to maintain his composure, but ultimately he can’t, and he breaks down, babbling apologies and excuses as Jacobsen stands there, stony-faced.
”Come on, man! I didn’t mean all the things I said! You won the World Title fair and square! You didn’t have that betrayal coming! Those pants didn’t make you look fat! Adrian Peterson doesn’t cheat! Please don’t hurt me, man! I’m too pretty to get messed up! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just don’t hurt me! You gotta make him understand, Danielle! Make him see reason! Mercy! Mercy!”
Andrew continues to stare at Willy as he clutches at his jacket. Finally, he turns and looks to the cameraman.
”You got all that, right?”
A pause, then what was presumably an affirmative answer comes back. Andrew grins, looking back down to Willy. Carter takes a few moments to process what just happened, then leaps to his feet, desperately trying to regain some dignity. Andrew inspects his knuckles, smirking as he flicks his gaze to Carter. Danielle can barely suppress her giggles.
”Had to get back at you somehow, didn’t I?”
Willy clears his throat, glaring at the camera guy, and adjusts his suit before addressing the camera, trying to ignore what was just done to him.
”Hello, IWF fans! My name is Willy Carter, and joining me today is IWF wrestler Andrew Jacobsen, along with his manager, Danielle Chase. Now Andrew, you’re taking on Jake Keeton and Duke Winchester in a Triple Threat match on Monday Night Sacrifice. Does the fact that Keeton picked up the win in his match last week while you got shut out in the cold change your approach to this match?”
He pointedly glares at Andrew, who merely shrugs. Jacobsen looks over to Danielle, unable to suppress his smile. She nods, stepping up to field the question.
”No, not really. Jake Keeton’s still Jake Keeton, and Duke Winchester’s still Duke Winchester. One win or one loss doesn’t change any of that.We’re still going in with the same game plan we would have had if we had this match last week.”
Willy grins, sensing a chance to disrupt things and swing the pendulum back his way.
”And what exactly was that plan?”
Jacobsen just shrugs, never losing his cheery demeanor, and handles this one himself.
”I’m going to slap the beards off of them.”
Danielle snorts at the statement, covering her mouth as she giggles. Willy opens his mouth to triumphantly pounce upon his response, only to find himself stymied. He opens his mouth again, trying to find something to say, but he can’t quite figure out how to respond to that. Andrew puts his hand up to forestall another attempt at a retort, taking a breath before elaborating.
”It’s real simple. Both of my opponents have beards. I’m going to hit them so hard that every single hair on their faces goes flying. Now, Duke Winchester’s another veteran, just like Buddy Drifter last week. And last week, what happened? Buddy got cranked into a triangle choke and made to submit. Being a veteran doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t turn that experience into in-ring success. Now, I’m here to win matches, but something I don’t think I got across completely last week is that I’m also here to win. Duke, you’re a threat just like any other man who steps into the ring here in IWF. To even get a chance, you’ve got to be a top-flight competitor. But you don’t want this win like I do. You don’t need it like I do. Each and every time I step into that ring, I do so knowing I can beat anyone that I’m put up against. You’re no exception.”
Andrew cracks his knuckles, grinning again. Willy follows up with the obvious question.
”But what about Jake Keeton? He actually won his match last week, which is more than can be said for you, and he’s shown more of a will to win. How can you realistically expect to counter the Keeton campaign of carnage?”
Willy looks particularly proud of himself for having come up with that one. Andrew just shakes his head, sighing and clapping his hand on Willy’s shoulder. The interviewer jumps at least a solid three feet in the air, Andrew’s hand falling off of him. He lands, cringing in fear of the, in his mind, inevitable backlash. When none occurs, he hesitantly looks back over to Jacobsen. Andrew just smirks at Willy again, shaking his head in disappointment.
”You’re twitchy, Willy. Maybe you need to get more sleep? Anyway, I can expect to take down Jake Keeton the same way I can expect to take down anyone else I have to wrestle: I’m a rare blend of athleticism, finely honed wrestling skill, and pure determination. I overcame almost impossible odds to become World Champion, Willy. A Triple Threat isn’t exactly putting the fear of God into me. Jake’s good, don’t get me wrong. I’m just better. And I don’t need to curse or demean the accomplishments of my opponents to achieve victory. I can acknowledge just what kind of a threat they are, just like I can acknowledge that they’re threats I can and will overcome.”
Willy pantomimes gagging at Andrew’s behavior as he looks away, but the moment his eyes drift back over Carter’s all smiles and nods, pretending to be deeply invested in every word Andrew says. Jacobsen looks into the camera, addressing it with a sense of seriousness and solemnity.
”Jake, Duke, all joking aside, I promise that you’ve never had a challenge like me before. And with God and each of the people watching at home and in that arena as my witnesses, I am going to walk into the Allstate Arena and I’m going to deliver the mother of all schoolings to both of you. I don’t care how many World Titles you’ve won, I don’t care how many years you’ve been in this business, the fact of the matter is that you’ve never been in IWF before. Neither have I. We’re all blank slates here. Each match is a chance to write a new legacy. Are you going to capture it? I know I will. Seize the moment. Make it yours…or I will.”
Willy pauses, nodding, and looks to Danielle.
”Anything else to add, Miss Chase?”
Danielle smirks.
”Only that Jake Keeton and Duke Winchester are about to learn why my client’s called the North Star. This interview’s over, Carter. Come on, Andrew. You’ve got prep work to do.”
With a nod, she turns and leaves, followed by Andrew. Willy watches them go, nervous, and as the sound of the door closing behind them clicks from off-frame, he sighs, leaning against the wall and massaging his temples.
”Whoo…now that was pulse-pounding! Can’t take all this excitement…y’all aren’t going to share that stuff you recorded before the interview, right guys?”
Willy grins nervously, but the silence causes his grin to fade somewhat. We cut to black on his plaintive inquiry.
”Guys? Please?”
Well howdy there pardner.