Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2013 2:54:21 GMT
I never thought I would have this chance again; this is the one, the match that I have pined for, that I have dreamt about, the one that I have lost sleep over. I have never been, in my life more humiliated then the last time I stepped into the ring against the same man that I am facing this week, the man that took the title from my waist in another land far, far away.
Every day that I train, I think about that match, I think about how my mind wasn’t in it, I think about how I looked past my opponent because I had defeated him each and every time that I had faced him previously, I think about all the things I had done wrong to lose that match, and nothing that you did right because lets be honest here Andrew, you are nothing but a stool for me to rest my feet upon, and I think the world knows that.
You were the greatest underdog in NCW history when you faced me, you were given no chance but then you somehow pulled off the impossible. You held that title above your head, so proud that you pulled off the unthinkable, so proud to have proven all the doubters wrong only to lose that title a mere month later to the second best wrestler in the world today.
But I don’t think about that title now, it is in the past. I don’t think about the wide swath of destruction I leave wherever I travel anymore Andrew, I think about one thing. I think about you. Because above all you are the biggest blemish on my career, the proverbial zit on the ass of excellence and one that I must, beyond a shadow of a doubt prove the one off nature off because I didn’t take a rematch, I didn’t come after you again because I figured that for you to beat me, I must have lost something.
But I didn’t lose something; I made a mistake one that I haven’t made since, and one that I won’t make again. I paid the ultimate price for my hubris, because I felt at that point I was so physically gifted, and so good at wrestling that there was no way a scrub like you could defeat me. Maybe I was lax in my training, maybe I didn’t crunch enough tapes but I can guarantee you that I won’t make that mistake again, I guarantee that you won’t get that victory again because I am not looking at that world title this week, I am not looking at getting a shot because I don’t care about that right now.
I care about making a point to the world.
I care about proving to everyone in the back that I am the greatest threat for everything.
I care about making an example of you Andrew.
I am not going to come into this match underprepared, I am going to start a hierarchy here, I am going to start something that cannot be reversed and I am going to start this week.
And I will build my empire on the remnants of your crumbled and destroyed body. You will never think that you can defeat me again, you will realize where you stand in the grand scheme of things.
I already know my place Andrew.
As does the rest of the world.
{Scene opens to the basement training facility at Gib’s house, Xander stands in front of a heavy bag, he is working slow powerful combos on it as “I Am a God” by Kanye West plays in the background. Sweat drips from his body and falls to the floor. The door opens and Gib walks downstairs watching his son’s work.}
Gib: You gotta throw a feint in their boy; you need to stop taking so many shots. I know you like to prove how tough you are but you are a young man and have been in a ton of matches against the best in the world. It takes its toll.
{As if he is a machine, Xander sways to the right then throws a left hook to the lower part of the bag, he sways back and hits the widowmaker into the bag, sending it spinning out far on the chain. He stops, hopping in place}
Gib: How long have you been down here?
Xander: All day…
Gib: Training the whole time?
Xander: Yeah…
Gib: When was the last time you saw your wife?
Xander: Yesterday.
Gib: You realize that she is in a state of transition now, she was released from her contract here, she kind of needs you right now.
Xander: She is a tough girl, she will make it through, she understands this week.
Gib: No, she says she understands, that doesn’t mean she does. You need to take time for her; you need to strike a balance here. I made these mistakes a long time ago boy, you need to learn from that. Do you want to be a absent husband like I was?
{Xander stops hopping and drops his head}
Gib: Look, I know this week is the match you have wanted for a long time, this is the match you need to get your swag back.
{Xander smiles}
Xander: Swag huh?
Gib: Yeah, isn’t that the word the kids are using on the interweb this day in age?
Xander: I think so, I don’t have much time for social media.
Gib: See, you need to start embracing this shit man; you need to get your ass out of the library, stop obsessing every week over these matches and make a brand of yourself. I have a shitload of money now, and it isn’t because I saved any. It is because my merchandise still sells like hotcakes. Would it hurt you so much to embrace the fans once in awhile?
Xander: Yeah, I think it would.
Gib: You need to call your wife; you need to talk to her.
Xander: Look, I am not happy with mediocrity, some people are.
Gib: Don’t be an asshole, she is your wife and things weren’t working out for her here. You are one person, and just because you are as obsessive as hell doesn’t mean she has to be.
Xander: Dad, I have to watch the match between Cross and Jacobsen again, I am on a deadline.
Gib: Of course you are, and if you keep things up this way, you are going to have plenty of time to watch tapes because you are going to be alone.
{Xander looks at his Dad, and then shakes his head, walking towards the back of the gym where a little theatre is set up. He sits down and starts a tape, leaving his father to shake his head, walk over and take a seat next to him as the scene fades}
So I am a little obsessive. So I take time each week to prepare myself for my matches. I don’t see the problem with this, it is what wrestling or any career should be. The problem with this world is that mediocrity runs rampant, people are happy just being ok.
That isn’t me, that is Andrew Jacobsen.
He can come out one week and bring some of the best wrestling and talking we ever saw, then the next week he falls apart. There is no consistency, there is no acceptance to the weekly grind and that is what sickens me. It sickens me to see people get awards for participation, it sickens me when someone is rewarded for being mediocre, it has started a society that believes that being just so and so should grant a reward.
I am here to make sure that doesn’t happen. I am here to make sure that people stay honest every week and to make sure that only the best are given the rewards.
So normally I would challenge my opponent to give me something, to bring something special to our match, something that will make me think of my feet and make me evolve to a level that is going to help my career but this week, in this match Andrew, anything you bring is going to yield you the same result.
A loss.
Because whatever you bring, I am going to bring something better.
Whatever move you hit, I will counter.
As much power as you bring, I am going to show you what true power is all about.
This match is out of your hands, the only chance you have this week is me spontaneously combusting in the middle of the ring, and I won’t take the time to look it up but I am fairly certain that doesn’t take much time.
I am better then you in every facet of the game to start with, and this week I have the added motivation to tear you apart for the sins of my past. I don’t hold anything against you for beating me, I hold it against myself.
And I think that is why you should be worried. Because when I am completely focused on something, I am unstoppable.
You have witnessed it before Andrew, you have been in the ring with me one on one a few times before, and you couldn’t stop me when it was just the two of us.
And you haven’t changed enough, whereas I am a completely different beast now. I evolve every week based on my weaknesses, weaknesses that I find from exhaustively researching. Time that you spend getting your hair done and going to the dentist to get your teeth whitened.
Be ready Andrew, because I assure you, this match is going to have a different result then the previous one. You have never beaten me one on one, and that streak, that reality continues this week.
And there is nothing you can do about it.
Every day that I train, I think about that match, I think about how my mind wasn’t in it, I think about how I looked past my opponent because I had defeated him each and every time that I had faced him previously, I think about all the things I had done wrong to lose that match, and nothing that you did right because lets be honest here Andrew, you are nothing but a stool for me to rest my feet upon, and I think the world knows that.
You were the greatest underdog in NCW history when you faced me, you were given no chance but then you somehow pulled off the impossible. You held that title above your head, so proud that you pulled off the unthinkable, so proud to have proven all the doubters wrong only to lose that title a mere month later to the second best wrestler in the world today.
But I don’t think about that title now, it is in the past. I don’t think about the wide swath of destruction I leave wherever I travel anymore Andrew, I think about one thing. I think about you. Because above all you are the biggest blemish on my career, the proverbial zit on the ass of excellence and one that I must, beyond a shadow of a doubt prove the one off nature off because I didn’t take a rematch, I didn’t come after you again because I figured that for you to beat me, I must have lost something.
But I didn’t lose something; I made a mistake one that I haven’t made since, and one that I won’t make again. I paid the ultimate price for my hubris, because I felt at that point I was so physically gifted, and so good at wrestling that there was no way a scrub like you could defeat me. Maybe I was lax in my training, maybe I didn’t crunch enough tapes but I can guarantee you that I won’t make that mistake again, I guarantee that you won’t get that victory again because I am not looking at that world title this week, I am not looking at getting a shot because I don’t care about that right now.
I care about making a point to the world.
I care about proving to everyone in the back that I am the greatest threat for everything.
I care about making an example of you Andrew.
I am not going to come into this match underprepared, I am going to start a hierarchy here, I am going to start something that cannot be reversed and I am going to start this week.
And I will build my empire on the remnants of your crumbled and destroyed body. You will never think that you can defeat me again, you will realize where you stand in the grand scheme of things.
I already know my place Andrew.
As does the rest of the world.
{Scene opens to the basement training facility at Gib’s house, Xander stands in front of a heavy bag, he is working slow powerful combos on it as “I Am a God” by Kanye West plays in the background. Sweat drips from his body and falls to the floor. The door opens and Gib walks downstairs watching his son’s work.}
Gib: You gotta throw a feint in their boy; you need to stop taking so many shots. I know you like to prove how tough you are but you are a young man and have been in a ton of matches against the best in the world. It takes its toll.
{As if he is a machine, Xander sways to the right then throws a left hook to the lower part of the bag, he sways back and hits the widowmaker into the bag, sending it spinning out far on the chain. He stops, hopping in place}
Gib: How long have you been down here?
Xander: All day…
Gib: Training the whole time?
Xander: Yeah…
Gib: When was the last time you saw your wife?
Xander: Yesterday.
Gib: You realize that she is in a state of transition now, she was released from her contract here, she kind of needs you right now.
Xander: She is a tough girl, she will make it through, she understands this week.
Gib: No, she says she understands, that doesn’t mean she does. You need to take time for her; you need to strike a balance here. I made these mistakes a long time ago boy, you need to learn from that. Do you want to be a absent husband like I was?
{Xander stops hopping and drops his head}
Gib: Look, I know this week is the match you have wanted for a long time, this is the match you need to get your swag back.
{Xander smiles}
Xander: Swag huh?
Gib: Yeah, isn’t that the word the kids are using on the interweb this day in age?
Xander: I think so, I don’t have much time for social media.
Gib: See, you need to start embracing this shit man; you need to get your ass out of the library, stop obsessing every week over these matches and make a brand of yourself. I have a shitload of money now, and it isn’t because I saved any. It is because my merchandise still sells like hotcakes. Would it hurt you so much to embrace the fans once in awhile?
Xander: Yeah, I think it would.
Gib: You need to call your wife; you need to talk to her.
Xander: Look, I am not happy with mediocrity, some people are.
Gib: Don’t be an asshole, she is your wife and things weren’t working out for her here. You are one person, and just because you are as obsessive as hell doesn’t mean she has to be.
Xander: Dad, I have to watch the match between Cross and Jacobsen again, I am on a deadline.
Gib: Of course you are, and if you keep things up this way, you are going to have plenty of time to watch tapes because you are going to be alone.
{Xander looks at his Dad, and then shakes his head, walking towards the back of the gym where a little theatre is set up. He sits down and starts a tape, leaving his father to shake his head, walk over and take a seat next to him as the scene fades}
So I am a little obsessive. So I take time each week to prepare myself for my matches. I don’t see the problem with this, it is what wrestling or any career should be. The problem with this world is that mediocrity runs rampant, people are happy just being ok.
That isn’t me, that is Andrew Jacobsen.
He can come out one week and bring some of the best wrestling and talking we ever saw, then the next week he falls apart. There is no consistency, there is no acceptance to the weekly grind and that is what sickens me. It sickens me to see people get awards for participation, it sickens me when someone is rewarded for being mediocre, it has started a society that believes that being just so and so should grant a reward.
I am here to make sure that doesn’t happen. I am here to make sure that people stay honest every week and to make sure that only the best are given the rewards.
So normally I would challenge my opponent to give me something, to bring something special to our match, something that will make me think of my feet and make me evolve to a level that is going to help my career but this week, in this match Andrew, anything you bring is going to yield you the same result.
A loss.
Because whatever you bring, I am going to bring something better.
Whatever move you hit, I will counter.
As much power as you bring, I am going to show you what true power is all about.
This match is out of your hands, the only chance you have this week is me spontaneously combusting in the middle of the ring, and I won’t take the time to look it up but I am fairly certain that doesn’t take much time.
I am better then you in every facet of the game to start with, and this week I have the added motivation to tear you apart for the sins of my past. I don’t hold anything against you for beating me, I hold it against myself.
And I think that is why you should be worried. Because when I am completely focused on something, I am unstoppable.
You have witnessed it before Andrew, you have been in the ring with me one on one a few times before, and you couldn’t stop me when it was just the two of us.
And you haven’t changed enough, whereas I am a completely different beast now. I evolve every week based on my weaknesses, weaknesses that I find from exhaustively researching. Time that you spend getting your hair done and going to the dentist to get your teeth whitened.
Be ready Andrew, because I assure you, this match is going to have a different result then the previous one. You have never beaten me one on one, and that streak, that reality continues this week.
And there is nothing you can do about it.
Well howdy there pardner.