Moments after the interview from Roman was uploaded onto the Internet, it took all of two seconds for Jack to catch wind of what the arrogant Jake Roman had said. It was no secret Jack felt that he deserved a lot more respect then he got, I mean how many men in the locker room can say they survived a Gauntlet match and defeated 5 men in the same night? How many men in the back could say they banished a demonic entity back to the depths of Hell, or blew up a man's tour bus with a gallon of gas and a zippo? Jack had done all these things, and frankly, felt it was his time to have the opportunity to do more.
Arson had been in many battles in his career and honestly in his first encounter with Jake Roman, he was not impressed, but the Roman he saw in the interview intrigued the O.M.W.C., so much so that the match tonight was gonna be Jacks way of testing this young man's fortitude. However, prior to the match, Jack would record the following video in response to Jakes threats toward him, a video filmed from his locker room.
"You know, my entire career I've told people I deserve to be on top, that I deserve to carry the load, that I deserve to be champion. All of these things are true, and because they are true, people resent me because I speak truths that they can't handle, facts that they can't disprove. But these facts seem to be out of reach, be it because I don't fit the cookie cutter mold of your typical poster boy, or maybe I'm just too God Damn cocky for suits to stomach. But you know something, all that holding me back does...is give me something to fight for, because when I have a goal in my mind that is worth fighting for..nothing on this planet can hold me back."
Jack would then pan the camera over to a shopping cart, that was stuffed with weapons, no doubt it was for his match tonight against Roman. His laugh would echo into the camera as he panned the shot back to his face.
"Jakey Boy...The Kid....you know you're a 1,2,3 short of a lawsuit there, that has to be the most stale name I've ever heard in my entire life. You say you're gonna choke me with the hands of defeat, well son to that I say if I smash your ******** fingers underneath my sledgehammer they won't be able to do much choking now will they?
Because it's not my size that gives me my sense of 'entitlement' as everyone around here puts it, and it ain't steriods that make me angry.
My entitlement comes from the struggle I overcame to get to where I am today. Homeless at 13, growing up on the streets, eating out of dumpsters and sleeping under bridges, I never complained about not having a home, never held my hand out to my rich a** adopted parents, I worked my a** off for everything I ever wanted and now I have to sit here and play nice with all these ******** pretty boys and wait my turn. ******** THAT s**t...Jake when you climb into the ring with me tonight, know one thing...you're climbing into the ring with a man who has been scrapping and clawing his way to the top since I was young....just to rub fame in people's faces. I don't do this for the fame, I could give two shits about money, and I don't want titles for the glory...simply put a title means you are the best...that there is no one walking the earth better at what you do. So Jake, when you come out to fight me tonight, be prepared for more then just a fight...tonight the two of us go to war. And when the dust settles, win lose or draw kid...neither of us will ever be the same, and that's a cold hard fact!"
Jack would then set the camera down, aimed at the door, and he would grab the cart with both hands, and push it through the cracked door of his locker room. Jack knew full well he was hated by pretty much every single person in professional wrestling, but half of the people who he worked with could not begin to realize his struggle. The things he had seen in his life would make lesser men kill themselves, but Jack used his misfortunes as motivation, although it had seemed to motivate hin to being the most bitter person in pro for espionage wrestling, everyone can't be a babyface, and Jack had no reason to smile unless he was winning...which was something he had seemed to struggle with as of late.
Making his way down the hallway with his shopping cart, another camera would catch up with him, along with an interviewer, who would quickly try to ask a question .
"Jack...did you.."
Jack would be quick to cut him off.
"Save your breath, I already answered everything you want and more kid, the tapes in my locker room, I'm trying to get to my match, move along I've got other s**t to worry about right now."
Jack would push on, his eyes locked in front of him as he came up to the tunnel, locking eyes with the sound guy as he came to the area by the tunnel. The booker would look at the contents of the cart and then at Jack, before speaking in a soft voice.
"Hey Jack, try not to kill this kid, he's the future of this business ya know...not some washed up ******** like you so don't go taking your frustration for failing out on him...and do what's best for business if you know what i mean."
Jack would stare at this man with visible frustration, lashing out at him.
"BEST..FOR..BUSINESS?? You know something, you make me sick...hit my God Damn music and let's get this over with."
Jack would then push his cart through the tunnel out to the ring, as his music began to play.
"I can almost taste it..."
Arson had been in many battles in his career and honestly in his first encounter with Jake Roman, he was not impressed, but the Roman he saw in the interview intrigued the O.M.W.C., so much so that the match tonight was gonna be Jacks way of testing this young man's fortitude. However, prior to the match, Jack would record the following video in response to Jakes threats toward him, a video filmed from his locker room.
"You know, my entire career I've told people I deserve to be on top, that I deserve to carry the load, that I deserve to be champion. All of these things are true, and because they are true, people resent me because I speak truths that they can't handle, facts that they can't disprove. But these facts seem to be out of reach, be it because I don't fit the cookie cutter mold of your typical poster boy, or maybe I'm just too God Damn cocky for suits to stomach. But you know something, all that holding me back does...is give me something to fight for, because when I have a goal in my mind that is worth fighting for..nothing on this planet can hold me back."
Jack would then pan the camera over to a shopping cart, that was stuffed with weapons, no doubt it was for his match tonight against Roman. His laugh would echo into the camera as he panned the shot back to his face.
"Jakey Boy...The Kid....you know you're a 1,2,3 short of a lawsuit there, that has to be the most stale name I've ever heard in my entire life. You say you're gonna choke me with the hands of defeat, well son to that I say if I smash your ******** fingers underneath my sledgehammer they won't be able to do much choking now will they?
Because it's not my size that gives me my sense of 'entitlement' as everyone around here puts it, and it ain't steriods that make me angry.
My entitlement comes from the struggle I overcame to get to where I am today. Homeless at 13, growing up on the streets, eating out of dumpsters and sleeping under bridges, I never complained about not having a home, never held my hand out to my rich a** adopted parents, I worked my a** off for everything I ever wanted and now I have to sit here and play nice with all these ******** pretty boys and wait my turn. ******** THAT s**t...Jake when you climb into the ring with me tonight, know one thing...you're climbing into the ring with a man who has been scrapping and clawing his way to the top since I was young....just to rub fame in people's faces. I don't do this for the fame, I could give two shits about money, and I don't want titles for the glory...simply put a title means you are the best...that there is no one walking the earth better at what you do. So Jake, when you come out to fight me tonight, be prepared for more then just a fight...tonight the two of us go to war. And when the dust settles, win lose or draw kid...neither of us will ever be the same, and that's a cold hard fact!"
Jack would then set the camera down, aimed at the door, and he would grab the cart with both hands, and push it through the cracked door of his locker room. Jack knew full well he was hated by pretty much every single person in professional wrestling, but half of the people who he worked with could not begin to realize his struggle. The things he had seen in his life would make lesser men kill themselves, but Jack used his misfortunes as motivation, although it had seemed to motivate hin to being the most bitter person in pro for espionage wrestling, everyone can't be a babyface, and Jack had no reason to smile unless he was winning...which was something he had seemed to struggle with as of late.
Making his way down the hallway with his shopping cart, another camera would catch up with him, along with an interviewer, who would quickly try to ask a question .
"Jack...did you.."
Jack would be quick to cut him off.
"Save your breath, I already answered everything you want and more kid, the tapes in my locker room, I'm trying to get to my match, move along I've got other s**t to worry about right now."
Jack would push on, his eyes locked in front of him as he came up to the tunnel, locking eyes with the sound guy as he came to the area by the tunnel. The booker would look at the contents of the cart and then at Jack, before speaking in a soft voice.
"Hey Jack, try not to kill this kid, he's the future of this business ya know...not some washed up ******** like you so don't go taking your frustration for failing out on him...and do what's best for business if you know what i mean."
Jack would stare at this man with visible frustration, lashing out at him.
"BEST..FOR..BUSINESS?? You know something, you make me sick...hit my God Damn music and let's get this over with."
Jack would then push his cart through the tunnel out to the ring, as his music began to play.
"I can almost taste it..."
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