TBirdSCIL
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Jean Rabesque vs. Nikolai Ash
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SteveA
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Just another notch
(the screen comes in on the blank GLCW backdrop, with Jean Rabesque standing in front, wearing his normal black, “NO FALSE GIMMICKS” being the shirt of choice for the day as he stares into the camera and speaks)
Rabesque: Another day, another wired, another great opponent, another Jean Rabesque victory. (chuckles) You know, it’s almost becoming pattern by now. I came to the realization a while back that my time in the midcard is definitely a thing of the past. And with that, so does my time in fighting midcard opponents. I don’t get the Jonathan Marx’s like Anarky, I don’t get the Steven James’ like Jobber, no, I get the best the GLCW has to offer EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, and Ash, you’re next on the list.
Now I know your priorities probably haven’t been on the singles end of things for a bit. I know you and your little buddy Morgan have been off playing tag team, and that’s really fine and cute of you, but what do you expect this crossover to be? Do you expect some kind of easy go of it? Are you expecting this to be as easy as the tag road has been for you? I have gone to great lengths to prove what the tag situation has been like here in the GLCW, but when you enter into my world, OUR world, things are much, much different.
I’m curious as to what you might have to say Ash. I know what you’re capable of. I know you hold that prestigious win over Maelstrom, regardless of the circumstances, I know all of that. But I’m not Maelstrom, and soon, after Ringlords, I’ll hold what he has. But right now, my focus is on adding you to the benchpost. Just one more notch, and that’s nothing against you Ash, that’s just what they’ve all become, just another notch.
So I can imagine you’ll come out and say some things, and you’ll try to verbally disprove what no man has been able to do yet, that being that I am the best damn wrestler in the world. And you’ll fail, just like all the rest.
You see, I came to an interesting realization of late. The fans, as much as some wrestlers try to dog them, try to say they know nothing, they really are the ones who have it all figured out. They see me, and they see me for what I am, and they applaud a man with superior athletic abilities. They see men like Manson, and they boo. Why? Because they suck. Sit back for a second and see what they see Ash. See what they get behind, and THEN see if you can find a way to combat it. I know you’re good, but you are definitely not that good. You’ll put up a good fight, I would expect nothing less from you, but you’ll fall, just like all the rest. And in doing so, you’ll become........ just another notch. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen comes in on the blank GLCW backdrop, with Jean Rabesque standing in front, wearing his normal black, “NO FALSE GIMMICKS” being the shirt of choice for the day as he stares into the camera and speaks)
Rabesque: Another day, another wired, another great opponent, another Jean Rabesque victory. (chuckles) You know, it’s almost becoming pattern by now. I came to the realization a while back that my time in the midcard is definitely a thing of the past. And with that, so does my time in fighting midcard opponents. I don’t get the Jonathan Marx’s like Anarky, I don’t get the Steven James’ like Jobber, no, I get the best the GLCW has to offer EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, and Ash, you’re next on the list.
Now I know your priorities probably haven’t been on the singles end of things for a bit. I know you and your little buddy Morgan have been off playing tag team, and that’s really fine and cute of you, but what do you expect this crossover to be? Do you expect some kind of easy go of it? Are you expecting this to be as easy as the tag road has been for you? I have gone to great lengths to prove what the tag situation has been like here in the GLCW, but when you enter into my world, OUR world, things are much, much different.
I’m curious as to what you might have to say Ash. I know what you’re capable of. I know you hold that prestigious win over Maelstrom, regardless of the circumstances, I know all of that. But I’m not Maelstrom, and soon, after Ringlords, I’ll hold what he has. But right now, my focus is on adding you to the benchpost. Just one more notch, and that’s nothing against you Ash, that’s just what they’ve all become, just another notch.
So I can imagine you’ll come out and say some things, and you’ll try to verbally disprove what no man has been able to do yet, that being that I am the best damn wrestler in the world. And you’ll fail, just like all the rest.
You see, I came to an interesting realization of late. The fans, as much as some wrestlers try to dog them, try to say they know nothing, they really are the ones who have it all figured out. They see me, and they see me for what I am, and they applaud a man with superior athletic abilities. They see men like Manson, and they boo. Why? Because they suck. Sit back for a second and see what they see Ash. See what they get behind, and THEN see if you can find a way to combat it. I know you’re good, but you are definitely not that good. You’ll put up a good fight, I would expect nothing less from you, but you’ll fall, just like all the rest. And in doing so, you’ll become........ just another notch. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
ChrisCornell
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(fade in: the silloute of a man, he creeps out from behind the shadows carrying a glass of lager so it looks. The creature is Ash, and he is dressed in his casual wear of slacks and a sweater. His hair is un cut and unmanaged, and he looks dazed but still capable of speech.)
..so the Ash has fallen onto the ground, padding the floor as we walk across it into our humdrum lives.. as the rain falls upon the ash, and the reign of the Ash upon the world is now done or at least held back by the natural forces of the world. But does this demise mean the end of the wrath of God? Does his hand not still strike fear into the eyes, hearts, and minds of us all? No matter what your specialized belief? Now… I do not believe I myself, am a deity. Now patterns take shape, but are patterns merely manly creations and not defined by the Heavens? I suppose it is up to a human being to believe it or not, I am not one to judge whether you do or not, I am merely here to make sure that I let you see that you can believe. But then again people’s beliefs tend to lead them astray, their thirst for knowledge dwindles and their assurance in themselves as well.. why is it that people can assume something but not put it to good use? Is a certain French rebel that too? Is it the re-incarnation of Joan of Arc? Possibly.. the enigma is leading the crusade in wrestling for a cause that is not just.. but just like most French the losing end is more probable than the winning. Is that a mark of a racist? I think not.. for a race must be present to be offended, and he has not a race.. nor a brain, just an exoskeleton of excellence… or so they want us to believe, but does he believe he is really as good as he says he is, or does he just want us to think that so his confidence grows just like the scoundrel that is inside him grows and takes control of his mind. Watching him from afar I can not say with great confidence that I am wrong, or that I am right.. I can only say that my presumptions are just in my eyes and maybe the eyes of others, but the minds of others are so tainted with ideas from all sides they may not know what is true.. only I can see the truth in your eyes.
Jean, the world of singles has been my mainstay.. I have been in this bracket for my stay in GLCW. I have yes.. on occasion teamed with the likes of Morgan, but he is more of a confidant in the grand scheme. He does not necessarily reflect the image that I have for myself, or what I do. Yes, teaming with him brings me glory.. but so does the one on one combatant style I prefer.. not that it isn’t prevalent in tag as well. My opponents have all seen me as nothing more than a loud mouth, over-the-top, wordy competitor.. until they felt me in the ring and knew I was much more.. and I anointed them. They saw the woes of their ways and began a fresh start on the side of greatness, even Maelstrom whom defeated me once… can attest to this. For the battles we have are known world wild.. from the computer geeks to the high ranking officials, they all know what I have done.. except for you. You can assume that I am only a tag wrestler at heart, but I am not.. most of my wins have come against solid members of the GLCW.. and you shall be another notch in the belt as they say.. I am not usually one to toot my own horn, but I can see by your gestures that you don’t take me serious… that I don’t produce the way you do.. and if that is your image of me, it can be. Whatever suits you, and makes you curl up in bed at night fearing the unknown.. it is fine and dandy with me.. for my pupils grown and contract just like yours, but.. only yours hold fear.
..so notch me Jean, please do.. NOTCH ME.. NOTCH ME! TAKE A HOLD OF MY HEART AND BEAT IT RAPIDLY UNTILL THERE IS NO MORE OF ME! The cleaning crew will have a hard time scrapping my blood off the canvas, but oh well.. that is the price I pay for wrestling the dream.. reaching for that brass ring, eh? Do you see my point or like everyone else you seem to read over and over and miss it..? DO YOU SEE IT?! JEAN? JEAN? HELLO? DO YOU! Oui! Oui! See I cant disprove what men have done to me.. I’ve been beaten, and beaten.. but what does beating me prove? Does it make you the better person? Or does me showing you how your life is in ruins and creates the tragic end of another life make me the true winner in the world? Hmm.. ponder it Jean, will you please? Please? Before you open your mouth or let your pen tap tap tap.. the paper.. think and let the words in your mind swirl around and cause doubt. For… let the idea of the fans create a picture in your mind of what they see, and what they know.. and then compare it to what I see.. and notice there’s no difference between what they see and what I picture you as.. except..
::Ash pauses and sighs::
You know that I am the only one who can beat you, they can not beat you down because they are not on the same level as you.. not many are, nor will many ever be. So I give credit where credit is due, and in your case some is.. and some isn’t. Some has been raped and pillaged through the years.. and is that the legacy you want to leave behind? No false gimmicks..no false hype.. you are Jean Rabesque… and I am Nikolai Ash.. please to meet you, and oh so pleased to bless you.
(fade)
(fade in: the silloute of a man, he creeps out from behind the shadows carrying a glass of lager so it looks. The creature is Ash, and he is dressed in his casual wear of slacks and a sweater. His hair is un cut and unmanaged, and he looks dazed but still capable of speech.)
..so the Ash has fallen onto the ground, padding the floor as we walk across it into our humdrum lives.. as the rain falls upon the ash, and the reign of the Ash upon the world is now done or at least held back by the natural forces of the world. But does this demise mean the end of the wrath of God? Does his hand not still strike fear into the eyes, hearts, and minds of us all? No matter what your specialized belief? Now… I do not believe I myself, am a deity. Now patterns take shape, but are patterns merely manly creations and not defined by the Heavens? I suppose it is up to a human being to believe it or not, I am not one to judge whether you do or not, I am merely here to make sure that I let you see that you can believe. But then again people’s beliefs tend to lead them astray, their thirst for knowledge dwindles and their assurance in themselves as well.. why is it that people can assume something but not put it to good use? Is a certain French rebel that too? Is it the re-incarnation of Joan of Arc? Possibly.. the enigma is leading the crusade in wrestling for a cause that is not just.. but just like most French the losing end is more probable than the winning. Is that a mark of a racist? I think not.. for a race must be present to be offended, and he has not a race.. nor a brain, just an exoskeleton of excellence… or so they want us to believe, but does he believe he is really as good as he says he is, or does he just want us to think that so his confidence grows just like the scoundrel that is inside him grows and takes control of his mind. Watching him from afar I can not say with great confidence that I am wrong, or that I am right.. I can only say that my presumptions are just in my eyes and maybe the eyes of others, but the minds of others are so tainted with ideas from all sides they may not know what is true.. only I can see the truth in your eyes.
Jean, the world of singles has been my mainstay.. I have been in this bracket for my stay in GLCW. I have yes.. on occasion teamed with the likes of Morgan, but he is more of a confidant in the grand scheme. He does not necessarily reflect the image that I have for myself, or what I do. Yes, teaming with him brings me glory.. but so does the one on one combatant style I prefer.. not that it isn’t prevalent in tag as well. My opponents have all seen me as nothing more than a loud mouth, over-the-top, wordy competitor.. until they felt me in the ring and knew I was much more.. and I anointed them. They saw the woes of their ways and began a fresh start on the side of greatness, even Maelstrom whom defeated me once… can attest to this. For the battles we have are known world wild.. from the computer geeks to the high ranking officials, they all know what I have done.. except for you. You can assume that I am only a tag wrestler at heart, but I am not.. most of my wins have come against solid members of the GLCW.. and you shall be another notch in the belt as they say.. I am not usually one to toot my own horn, but I can see by your gestures that you don’t take me serious… that I don’t produce the way you do.. and if that is your image of me, it can be. Whatever suits you, and makes you curl up in bed at night fearing the unknown.. it is fine and dandy with me.. for my pupils grown and contract just like yours, but.. only yours hold fear.
..so notch me Jean, please do.. NOTCH ME.. NOTCH ME! TAKE A HOLD OF MY HEART AND BEAT IT RAPIDLY UNTILL THERE IS NO MORE OF ME! The cleaning crew will have a hard time scrapping my blood off the canvas, but oh well.. that is the price I pay for wrestling the dream.. reaching for that brass ring, eh? Do you see my point or like everyone else you seem to read over and over and miss it..? DO YOU SEE IT?! JEAN? JEAN? HELLO? DO YOU! Oui! Oui! See I cant disprove what men have done to me.. I’ve been beaten, and beaten.. but what does beating me prove? Does it make you the better person? Or does me showing you how your life is in ruins and creates the tragic end of another life make me the true winner in the world? Hmm.. ponder it Jean, will you please? Please? Before you open your mouth or let your pen tap tap tap.. the paper.. think and let the words in your mind swirl around and cause doubt. For… let the idea of the fans create a picture in your mind of what they see, and what they know.. and then compare it to what I see.. and notice there’s no difference between what they see and what I picture you as.. except..
::Ash pauses and sighs::
You know that I am the only one who can beat you, they can not beat you down because they are not on the same level as you.. not many are, nor will many ever be. So I give credit where credit is due, and in your case some is.. and some isn’t. Some has been raped and pillaged through the years.. and is that the legacy you want to leave behind? No false gimmicks..no false hype.. you are Jean Rabesque… and I am Nikolai Ash.. please to meet you, and oh so pleased to bless you.
(fade)
SteveA
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Again....
(the screen comes in on Jean Rabesque, wearing his normal gear, as he stands in front of the GLCW backdrop, he stops and takes a drink of water, looks into the camera intently, smiles slightly.... and speaks)
Rabesque: Now, Ash, you might try to discredit all my points about you being a tag team wrestler, and that’s fine, but I stand with my position. Now, you might be more experienced in singles, and you might have picked up an occasional fluke win. Yeah, I got that. Maybe, just maybe, at least, I make that comment simply because I know that that’s what you SHOULD be..... at least if you ever want to win any gold here in the GLCW. You and Morgan both seem to be having these aspirations of the Great Lakes Title, but the problem is that both of you alone are nothing above mediocre. Your wrestling skills are marginal, but watchable, but nothing near what it would take to compete with the top tier of the GLCW. But, the GLCW Tag Division.... well, that’s another story. Heck, you could almost put a couple of monkeys in there, and they’d compete. Hell, with champions like Kraven and Flatliner, how strong can the division really be? So that’s where the comment came from Ash, nothing more, nothing less.
But it also struck me quite strongly how little research you’ve done on me. French rebel? Joan of Arc? Where the hell did that come from? I’ve gone on record before and I’ll do it again Ash, I’VE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO FRANCE! I’m as much French as you Nikolai. I grew up in Canada, yes, I admit it, and for the last twenty years I’ve lived in the United States. I have a French name, I’m fully aware. But unlike some others, most notably Sean Edmunds, I don’t feel the need to change my name. I don’t feel the need to Americanize myself to try to make it easier on the rest of you. I am who I am, like it or not, and I’m not going to change. But if you missed that about me Ash, what else have you missed? Are you going to be THAT unprepared heading in to Wired? (chuckles) I certainly hope so.
Now.....as far as the next portion of your spot is concerned...... spare me. Do you think it makes you some kind of martyr the fact that you have been beaten to a pulp time and time again? Is that supposed to impress me? What exactly is your point here Ash? You are just another notch, been there done that. So what? Are we supposed to buy that you’re yet another of the chumps who comes along and swears to “enjoy” pain? (chuckles) Yeah, never seen that one before. Are you another that will insist that I can’t make them quit? (chuckles) Yep, Sean Edmunds said that exact same thing. You can ramble on with all of your cryptic messages all day Ash and nothing will honestly change. I’ll beat you into a bloody pulp into you no longer have consciousness, and then.... if I’m in a good mood, I MIGHT stop the decimation there. Then again, I might not.
But yes, I will admit that you CAN beat me Ash, but there’s only one way. You need to have a plan. Where you going to hit me with the chair when the referee’s back is turned? When’s your buddy Morgan going to come out and save the day? Where are you going to stash the brass knuckles? (chuckles) Why do I mention such things? Because they’re your only chance Ash. You’re not going to beat me straight up so I’ll even tell you in advance not to try. Your only chance is to cheat, and cheat like you’ve never cheated before. Maybe, just maybe, if you catch me at the right time, with the right people not looking at you, you MIGHT have a chance! THAT is my legacy Ash, nothing else. My legacy is being the man that you can’t bring down with conventional means, that you can’t beat straight up. Go ahead and plan other strategies, because if you go into this match trying to be the one who does it the noble way, the right way, then I might end your career. If you’re thinking you can be the one to do what no one in three years has been able to do, then go ahead and be my guest, but I GUARANTEE you will not get the job done. Have I made myself abundantly clear Nikolai Ash????
(he pauses for a moment, then smiles)
Good........
So figure out whatever it is that you have to do, I await to see what you might have come up with. In the mean time, I’ll be preparing your decimation. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
(the screen comes in on Jean Rabesque, wearing his normal gear, as he stands in front of the GLCW backdrop, he stops and takes a drink of water, looks into the camera intently, smiles slightly.... and speaks)
Rabesque: Now, Ash, you might try to discredit all my points about you being a tag team wrestler, and that’s fine, but I stand with my position. Now, you might be more experienced in singles, and you might have picked up an occasional fluke win. Yeah, I got that. Maybe, just maybe, at least, I make that comment simply because I know that that’s what you SHOULD be..... at least if you ever want to win any gold here in the GLCW. You and Morgan both seem to be having these aspirations of the Great Lakes Title, but the problem is that both of you alone are nothing above mediocre. Your wrestling skills are marginal, but watchable, but nothing near what it would take to compete with the top tier of the GLCW. But, the GLCW Tag Division.... well, that’s another story. Heck, you could almost put a couple of monkeys in there, and they’d compete. Hell, with champions like Kraven and Flatliner, how strong can the division really be? So that’s where the comment came from Ash, nothing more, nothing less.
But it also struck me quite strongly how little research you’ve done on me. French rebel? Joan of Arc? Where the hell did that come from? I’ve gone on record before and I’ll do it again Ash, I’VE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO FRANCE! I’m as much French as you Nikolai. I grew up in Canada, yes, I admit it, and for the last twenty years I’ve lived in the United States. I have a French name, I’m fully aware. But unlike some others, most notably Sean Edmunds, I don’t feel the need to change my name. I don’t feel the need to Americanize myself to try to make it easier on the rest of you. I am who I am, like it or not, and I’m not going to change. But if you missed that about me Ash, what else have you missed? Are you going to be THAT unprepared heading in to Wired? (chuckles) I certainly hope so.
Now.....as far as the next portion of your spot is concerned...... spare me. Do you think it makes you some kind of martyr the fact that you have been beaten to a pulp time and time again? Is that supposed to impress me? What exactly is your point here Ash? You are just another notch, been there done that. So what? Are we supposed to buy that you’re yet another of the chumps who comes along and swears to “enjoy” pain? (chuckles) Yeah, never seen that one before. Are you another that will insist that I can’t make them quit? (chuckles) Yep, Sean Edmunds said that exact same thing. You can ramble on with all of your cryptic messages all day Ash and nothing will honestly change. I’ll beat you into a bloody pulp into you no longer have consciousness, and then.... if I’m in a good mood, I MIGHT stop the decimation there. Then again, I might not.
But yes, I will admit that you CAN beat me Ash, but there’s only one way. You need to have a plan. Where you going to hit me with the chair when the referee’s back is turned? When’s your buddy Morgan going to come out and save the day? Where are you going to stash the brass knuckles? (chuckles) Why do I mention such things? Because they’re your only chance Ash. You’re not going to beat me straight up so I’ll even tell you in advance not to try. Your only chance is to cheat, and cheat like you’ve never cheated before. Maybe, just maybe, if you catch me at the right time, with the right people not looking at you, you MIGHT have a chance! THAT is my legacy Ash, nothing else. My legacy is being the man that you can’t bring down with conventional means, that you can’t beat straight up. Go ahead and plan other strategies, because if you go into this match trying to be the one who does it the noble way, the right way, then I might end your career. If you’re thinking you can be the one to do what no one in three years has been able to do, then go ahead and be my guest, but I GUARANTEE you will not get the job done. Have I made myself abundantly clear Nikolai Ash????
(he pauses for a moment, then smiles)
Good........
So figure out whatever it is that you have to do, I await to see what you might have come up with. In the mean time, I’ll be preparing your decimation. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)
ChrisCornell
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Side one Up
(fade in: we see the image of our young Nikolai Ash as he sits in a green leather chair, it is weathered from time. He has a smile across his face as he looks down upon a book he holding in his left hand, the words TAO A WAY OF LIFE appear on the tattered cover. A glow seems to just seep off of Ash and his black slacks, brown loafers, and red sweater. After a brief smile again, he raises his eyes from the parchment and begins his lecture.)
…jean, when a spear punctures you in your ribs.. on the left side, right below your shoulder… does it sting? Does it leave a scar even though you’ll be rotting to death soon? When you tilt your head to look at the clot does it remind you of how wonderful your life was, but how unimportant that it was in the scheme? I hope so. Because one’s life should be unimportant, everyone’s life is just that… non-existent, inconsequential. Why is this such a great fantasy and not an epidemic of depressive proportions? Simply put my fine Parisian.. one’s life is not more important than the others. When building a pyramid, the blocks on the bottom are just as important as the one’s on the top.. some may get more credit, but all deserve the same gratitude and affection, can you not agree or are you lost in your perceptions and opinions of yourself .. that it’d discredit yourself? See, gold is not my claim to fame, nor do I want it to be ever.. because I believe in the big picture and not the small little runts like you whom bring us all crashing down. Tag team wrestling is a dimension of my life, just as in single hand-to-hand combat, and one is not more important than the other I just choose to love one more.. that is why I pursue your challenge. That is why as much as I may stick out like a “sore thumb” to most, I am more than just a combatant with a shadow…
Research, the search of discovery something I’m familiar with.. but I’m also familiar with the art of psychology, as well as the Art of War.. a book, one should check out and read to familiarize themselves with the psychology of warfare.. and warfare, it’s what we’re in the middle of, am I correct? So yes.. my “assumptions” may be wrong about you, but it’s only for you to believe that they’re assumptions.. when in fact it’s more than just that. See I’ve done enough research on you to realize that you’re more than a flea-bitten scoundrel. Being from France, has nothing to do with being French. You ooze the arrogance of the society that bred the likes of Napoleon. See, do you understand my point? Do you realize the fact that it got you all hot and bothered? Move one piece for me.. I have stolen your Queen, whom is your King. Am I the King in your court? For if I am, steal me.. steal me. So your French-Canadian ways may be tainted by that of America, and by which you feel neglected by your homeland.. and ooze that same arrogance as a way to get back at everyone.. but it is a joke, you must do it in jest… for no one can truly believe you’re as angry as you seem. I’ve not missed a lot, and what I have missed has simply gone under the carpet.. swept under there like your success, see you’re a valid opponent but no one will give you the just credit you believe you deserve .. why not Jean? Do they not appreciate you? Are your talents being lost in the shuffle? Is the deck too stacked already.. and in order to get to your greatness they must slice the deck? Tell me..
..Enlightenment is something I strive for, so enlighten me in your ways.. I always wish to be taught by the likes of others, even if their souls are tarnished.. their information is so.. mmm.. thirst quenching it makes me drool. My quest for knowledge grows even if I am not a martyr, because I never believed I was Joan.. I never believed it.. I never did. Getting beat, just shows my lack of knowledge… it shows that I wasn’t quite quick enough at that point.. I don’t enjoy the pain, I don’t want to be nailed to the door of the Church and not be anointed for my sins.. I hate the pain, I just know where it is important to suffer it.. and suffer it I do daily when I look out upon civilization and realize how meaningless most of it is, and how flaccid most of society has become because of radio waves buzzing in their brains. So please my friend beat me, if you can.. beat me.. it is bound to happen, I can not stop it’s power from crushing me.. but I can only try to defend my self through knowledge and the thought that I am truly superb in aspects that you are not.. my mind can play many a trick on you, it has already.. I can see the shadow casting in your mind.. the doubt that arises. You may not admit it, but look deep in yourself.. all the lies are just that, stories you’ve made up to make yourself seem tougher than you are.. so beat me.. beat me red.. bloody.. leave the spear in my side please.. PLEASE! YOU CAN! MAKE ME JUST ANOTHER SLAVE TO YOUR HUNGAR FOR ACCEPTANCE!
::Ash grins and shakes his head::
The smirk on my face, y’see.. comes from the fact that me being able to beat you has come to your lips finally, it has always been in your mind.. but finally your jaw moves to let the words flow. You are coming over to the light, the side of power and reign. Even if you must lace this with the fallacies that I need weapons and other men to help me.. now yes, I do need men to help me.. but not in the ring, not in the four posted wonder wall that we face each other in in the WIRED existence of the outside world. The men like you, help me… by giving me a reason to hope that even savages can be converted. The only weapon I need is my mind.. it’s the skill that can control everyone. Playing tricks on you is my goal.. it always is and will be even when we are done.. you shall come to me… yes…no..yes..or no..no? no? yes? Haha..funny? am I THE JOKE? AM I THE STRATEGY? THE GAME TO BE PLAYED IN YOUR LIFE?? What do I look like to you Jean, just another piece to be taken over.. No games.. no false gripes.. no words, only isolation.. you are Jean Rabesque. My poor Jean…
The game is not over, nor has it truly begun.. the light will shine down on you.. as you see your sins.. Internal.. Eternal.
(fade out)
(fade in: we see the image of our young Nikolai Ash as he sits in a green leather chair, it is weathered from time. He has a smile across his face as he looks down upon a book he holding in his left hand, the words TAO A WAY OF LIFE appear on the tattered cover. A glow seems to just seep off of Ash and his black slacks, brown loafers, and red sweater. After a brief smile again, he raises his eyes from the parchment and begins his lecture.)
…jean, when a spear punctures you in your ribs.. on the left side, right below your shoulder… does it sting? Does it leave a scar even though you’ll be rotting to death soon? When you tilt your head to look at the clot does it remind you of how wonderful your life was, but how unimportant that it was in the scheme? I hope so. Because one’s life should be unimportant, everyone’s life is just that… non-existent, inconsequential. Why is this such a great fantasy and not an epidemic of depressive proportions? Simply put my fine Parisian.. one’s life is not more important than the others. When building a pyramid, the blocks on the bottom are just as important as the one’s on the top.. some may get more credit, but all deserve the same gratitude and affection, can you not agree or are you lost in your perceptions and opinions of yourself .. that it’d discredit yourself? See, gold is not my claim to fame, nor do I want it to be ever.. because I believe in the big picture and not the small little runts like you whom bring us all crashing down. Tag team wrestling is a dimension of my life, just as in single hand-to-hand combat, and one is not more important than the other I just choose to love one more.. that is why I pursue your challenge. That is why as much as I may stick out like a “sore thumb” to most, I am more than just a combatant with a shadow…
Research, the search of discovery something I’m familiar with.. but I’m also familiar with the art of psychology, as well as the Art of War.. a book, one should check out and read to familiarize themselves with the psychology of warfare.. and warfare, it’s what we’re in the middle of, am I correct? So yes.. my “assumptions” may be wrong about you, but it’s only for you to believe that they’re assumptions.. when in fact it’s more than just that. See I’ve done enough research on you to realize that you’re more than a flea-bitten scoundrel. Being from France, has nothing to do with being French. You ooze the arrogance of the society that bred the likes of Napoleon. See, do you understand my point? Do you realize the fact that it got you all hot and bothered? Move one piece for me.. I have stolen your Queen, whom is your King. Am I the King in your court? For if I am, steal me.. steal me. So your French-Canadian ways may be tainted by that of America, and by which you feel neglected by your homeland.. and ooze that same arrogance as a way to get back at everyone.. but it is a joke, you must do it in jest… for no one can truly believe you’re as angry as you seem. I’ve not missed a lot, and what I have missed has simply gone under the carpet.. swept under there like your success, see you’re a valid opponent but no one will give you the just credit you believe you deserve .. why not Jean? Do they not appreciate you? Are your talents being lost in the shuffle? Is the deck too stacked already.. and in order to get to your greatness they must slice the deck? Tell me..
..Enlightenment is something I strive for, so enlighten me in your ways.. I always wish to be taught by the likes of others, even if their souls are tarnished.. their information is so.. mmm.. thirst quenching it makes me drool. My quest for knowledge grows even if I am not a martyr, because I never believed I was Joan.. I never believed it.. I never did. Getting beat, just shows my lack of knowledge… it shows that I wasn’t quite quick enough at that point.. I don’t enjoy the pain, I don’t want to be nailed to the door of the Church and not be anointed for my sins.. I hate the pain, I just know where it is important to suffer it.. and suffer it I do daily when I look out upon civilization and realize how meaningless most of it is, and how flaccid most of society has become because of radio waves buzzing in their brains. So please my friend beat me, if you can.. beat me.. it is bound to happen, I can not stop it’s power from crushing me.. but I can only try to defend my self through knowledge and the thought that I am truly superb in aspects that you are not.. my mind can play many a trick on you, it has already.. I can see the shadow casting in your mind.. the doubt that arises. You may not admit it, but look deep in yourself.. all the lies are just that, stories you’ve made up to make yourself seem tougher than you are.. so beat me.. beat me red.. bloody.. leave the spear in my side please.. PLEASE! YOU CAN! MAKE ME JUST ANOTHER SLAVE TO YOUR HUNGAR FOR ACCEPTANCE!
::Ash grins and shakes his head::
The smirk on my face, y’see.. comes from the fact that me being able to beat you has come to your lips finally, it has always been in your mind.. but finally your jaw moves to let the words flow. You are coming over to the light, the side of power and reign. Even if you must lace this with the fallacies that I need weapons and other men to help me.. now yes, I do need men to help me.. but not in the ring, not in the four posted wonder wall that we face each other in in the WIRED existence of the outside world. The men like you, help me… by giving me a reason to hope that even savages can be converted. The only weapon I need is my mind.. it’s the skill that can control everyone. Playing tricks on you is my goal.. it always is and will be even when we are done.. you shall come to me… yes…no..yes..or no..no? no? yes? Haha..funny? am I THE JOKE? AM I THE STRATEGY? THE GAME TO BE PLAYED IN YOUR LIFE?? What do I look like to you Jean, just another piece to be taken over.. No games.. no false gripes.. no words, only isolation.. you are Jean Rabesque. My poor Jean…
The game is not over, nor has it truly begun.. the light will shine down on you.. as you see your sins.. Internal.. Eternal.
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SteveA
League Member
Final Thoughts
(the screen comes in on Jean Rabesque, dressed in the normal gear, standing in front of the same backdrop, repetition can be good......)
Rabesque: And again, I’m left with something resembling a dilemma. On one hand, I have an opponent who is fond of superfluous speech. He enjoys the art of babbling on end nonsensically hoping that the fact that no one can understand him somehow makes him more intelligent than they are. Now, I could try to counter that, and be fancy, or..... I could stick to my roots, and maybe actually make a little sense while I through the trouble of cutting a spot. Come to think of, not much of a dilemma at all. Nikolai Ash, allow me to make something abundantly clear to you. The fact that no one can make sense of you does not make you smarter than the rest of us. It simply means..... you don’t make sense. Period. Allow me to slow down for the listening audience that might actually.... want to understand something.
First off, you go to elaborate lengths describing some puncture you reached on me, or some profound point that you established that somehow proves your mental superiority. (chuckles) If it makes you feel better thinking that way Ash, then you go right ahead and do it buddy, but let’s get a few things out in the open right now. First off, the one thing French in me that I am definitely not proud of is my temper. That means that when I’m upset, the entire world knows about it. And Ash, trust me, YOU HAVE NOT gotten me hot and bothered. Accept that one right now. You think I’m upset just because I go through the motions of proving you’re an idiot? (chuckles) Hardly. Now, the truth, something you conveniently ignore in most of your spots. Yes, I have a French name, and my father was part French. I’m not French, and I’m now an American. Period. And this arrogance you refer.... (smiles) are you kidding? Just like the French, huh? No, the French are arrogant. They believe they really are something they’re not, and they’ve been proven wrong time and time again. What I have.... is called confidence. I say what I think. I’m the best damn thing going today. Is that a bold statement? You bet your ass it is. Is it true? Still waiting for someone to prove me otherwise!
Moving on, the next thing that really struck my fancy was your mention that I am.....angry? Angry? (smiles) Come on Ash, I’m a lot of things, but angry sure isn’t one of them. Thoughts of you don’t provide me any anger, I just become amused when I think of you. You try so hard, and it’s so cute, but you really aren’t any good at it. Give it up. You try this ridiculous chess metaphor, talking about how you took my queen or something, and then how you hope you’re the king, and I just sit back.... and laugh at you. Then you go on talking about how I’m not appreciated. What? The people that matter appreciate me Ash, the people that pay money, the people who buy tickets. They understand. What you or anyone else thinks really is irrelevant to me.
So, Ash, let’s make this clear RIGHT NOW. You can’t play mind games with me. Simply put, because I don’t think you’re a threat to me. Sure, I know you have some talent, and I know if the stars are aligned and you hit me over the head with a chair that you CAN beat me. Yeah, I got it. But how hard is it for you to figure out how unimportant you are? After this Wired, you can go right back to the midcard and to the tag ranks where you belong? Me? I’m heading to the main event of Ringlords I. You see, for you to actually make a difference, for you to actually get under my skin, I would have to see you as a serious threat and....... you’re not. You don’t have the ability INSIDE THE RING that I have Ash. Anything that leads up to it doesn’t matter to me. So you can stop with the contradictory bull about how you don’t enjoy pain, but that turn around and beseech me to beat the crap out of you. I’m going to do it whether you want me to or not Ash. You’re going to feel pain whether you like it or not. Your beliefs going in matter none. I don’t care if you want to be a slave in my so-called hunger for acceptance, as long as you hunger to accept the absolute throttling you’re about to receive.
The thought of you beating me clean had entered my mind exactly once Ash, and it was followed by hardy laughter. The thought could not be farther away. As far as your mind games in the ring go (chuckles), you’re looking at the master, so I have but one request for you.... BRING IT ON! And you will quickly find out your proper place in this grand scheme you spoke of so eloquently. No matter where that place for you is Ash, always keep in mind that it will forever just a few notches below me. You’re good, Ash, nobody is trying to take that away from you. But good is it. You’re not great, you’re not a superstar, and you most definitely do not have what it takes to beat Jean Rabesque. End of discussion!!! I’ll see you in the ring. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am the #1 Contender, I am Jean Rabesque.....
(Rabesque smiles as he looks towards the camera
Checkmate......
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(the screen comes in on Jean Rabesque, dressed in the normal gear, standing in front of the same backdrop, repetition can be good......)
Rabesque: And again, I’m left with something resembling a dilemma. On one hand, I have an opponent who is fond of superfluous speech. He enjoys the art of babbling on end nonsensically hoping that the fact that no one can understand him somehow makes him more intelligent than they are. Now, I could try to counter that, and be fancy, or..... I could stick to my roots, and maybe actually make a little sense while I through the trouble of cutting a spot. Come to think of, not much of a dilemma at all. Nikolai Ash, allow me to make something abundantly clear to you. The fact that no one can make sense of you does not make you smarter than the rest of us. It simply means..... you don’t make sense. Period. Allow me to slow down for the listening audience that might actually.... want to understand something.
First off, you go to elaborate lengths describing some puncture you reached on me, or some profound point that you established that somehow proves your mental superiority. (chuckles) If it makes you feel better thinking that way Ash, then you go right ahead and do it buddy, but let’s get a few things out in the open right now. First off, the one thing French in me that I am definitely not proud of is my temper. That means that when I’m upset, the entire world knows about it. And Ash, trust me, YOU HAVE NOT gotten me hot and bothered. Accept that one right now. You think I’m upset just because I go through the motions of proving you’re an idiot? (chuckles) Hardly. Now, the truth, something you conveniently ignore in most of your spots. Yes, I have a French name, and my father was part French. I’m not French, and I’m now an American. Period. And this arrogance you refer.... (smiles) are you kidding? Just like the French, huh? No, the French are arrogant. They believe they really are something they’re not, and they’ve been proven wrong time and time again. What I have.... is called confidence. I say what I think. I’m the best damn thing going today. Is that a bold statement? You bet your ass it is. Is it true? Still waiting for someone to prove me otherwise!
Moving on, the next thing that really struck my fancy was your mention that I am.....angry? Angry? (smiles) Come on Ash, I’m a lot of things, but angry sure isn’t one of them. Thoughts of you don’t provide me any anger, I just become amused when I think of you. You try so hard, and it’s so cute, but you really aren’t any good at it. Give it up. You try this ridiculous chess metaphor, talking about how you took my queen or something, and then how you hope you’re the king, and I just sit back.... and laugh at you. Then you go on talking about how I’m not appreciated. What? The people that matter appreciate me Ash, the people that pay money, the people who buy tickets. They understand. What you or anyone else thinks really is irrelevant to me.
So, Ash, let’s make this clear RIGHT NOW. You can’t play mind games with me. Simply put, because I don’t think you’re a threat to me. Sure, I know you have some talent, and I know if the stars are aligned and you hit me over the head with a chair that you CAN beat me. Yeah, I got it. But how hard is it for you to figure out how unimportant you are? After this Wired, you can go right back to the midcard and to the tag ranks where you belong? Me? I’m heading to the main event of Ringlords I. You see, for you to actually make a difference, for you to actually get under my skin, I would have to see you as a serious threat and....... you’re not. You don’t have the ability INSIDE THE RING that I have Ash. Anything that leads up to it doesn’t matter to me. So you can stop with the contradictory bull about how you don’t enjoy pain, but that turn around and beseech me to beat the crap out of you. I’m going to do it whether you want me to or not Ash. You’re going to feel pain whether you like it or not. Your beliefs going in matter none. I don’t care if you want to be a slave in my so-called hunger for acceptance, as long as you hunger to accept the absolute throttling you’re about to receive.
The thought of you beating me clean had entered my mind exactly once Ash, and it was followed by hardy laughter. The thought could not be farther away. As far as your mind games in the ring go (chuckles), you’re looking at the master, so I have but one request for you.... BRING IT ON! And you will quickly find out your proper place in this grand scheme you spoke of so eloquently. No matter where that place for you is Ash, always keep in mind that it will forever just a few notches below me. You’re good, Ash, nobody is trying to take that away from you. But good is it. You’re not great, you’re not a superstar, and you most definitely do not have what it takes to beat Jean Rabesque. End of discussion!!! I’ll see you in the ring. No false gimmicks, no false hype, I am the #1 Contender, I am Jean Rabesque.....
(Rabesque smiles as he looks towards the camera
Checkmate......
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And... scene.
(fade in: the face of Nikolai Ash as he continues to read his Tao book, the binding is still tattered and the smile has yet to come off of his face as he flips through the pages and gets ready to relay the messages of a higher one.)
..fond of one’s speech is a glory that I hold, I know it is palpable.. so easily grasped between my cold steel hands, but alas it’s not all that I am, but then again maybe I am, it depends on whom is looking through the monocle at me. See, people will look at me through only one dimension and see me as just a verbose individual. Yet am I more than that? Does the image I portray simply label me as a sad sad sad sad sad.. individual? Do I have nothing better to do than to sit around and mumble my words, slur everything I can.. and lay down verbal connotations? Why is it that I get this label? Does my hard work mean nothing? Does the simple fact that my thirst for knowledge and nirvana.. is truly immense, and hurts me in the long run? Am I sitting here murmuring and making no sense? If I am.. sorry to all of you who don’t see my image.. don’t see me for what I truly am, the savior.. of wrestling, of life.. the vindication you’ve been seeking but are too afraid to approach. .. can I help it? can I help myself? I can not be anything more than what I am, I have many missions but they all funnel into one.. it’s a sieve of sorts. All the many parts are strained and created into one pot of a jambalaya .. a hodgepodge, potpourri of luck and emotion and literacy. But sadly I’m mistaken.. I’m looked over, and under thought.. as troubling as it is, I can only continue and show everyone daily what I am.. and why I am here.. I can be myself, and only myself.. for humans are single creatures with single goals.. reaching my goal can only be commenced when the true image of me is shown, and my shroud is cast aside.
The blood stains it, and leaves my indelible image for all of history. But after I cast it aside, I will be able to grow and show people something of my self while still alive, something most artists.. or “martyrs” as Jean wants me to believe do.. sad sad. I am no Martin Luther, he was a true patron saint. I am humble in my upbringings, and most of my acquisitions except when they are tested .. so maybe my wordy ways create ..some sort of cloak of mystery around me and fend off the true followers. I cant say for sure, only when you look deep in to your soul and let me preach to you can it be answered.. so Jean, will you let me preach? Will my gospel become your whimsical assent, or will it just be another story not worth telling? A lackluster fantasy tale. A tall tale.. of a mighty small mind and heart.
..there’s something I never understand, how everyone chastises me for my language, yet they try to bolster their vocabulary as the interviews get deeper and deeper? Why is that, do you feel inadequacy? I’m sorry if you feel this way, or maybe your subconscious is giving in. But if I say this maybe your Parisian temper will flair up and cast me out of the kingdom. Or will your confidence or.. arrogance or whatever else it can be described as in a vernacular, still remains the same.. not truly backed up.. because you have not beaten me.. I may be nothing more than a stepping stone, but who is to say I am not a stepping stone to greatness? The one great hill you must carry yourself over before achieving acceptance? Hmm? I can not gloat.. so I will not.. it is not in my nature as stated, but I can admit that piece of information I just did and let you chew on it..
Metaphors aren’t something I’m fond of using unless they relay a point, and why do you think it was a chess metaphor when it came to the Queen and King? Maybe it can mean something else, pick up pieces of literature by Friere and try to figure out my fine friend.. please.. understand the nuances of speech and rhetoric. So yes, you are correct I cant play mind games… I play psychology… if it is even a game, it’s more of a mind over matter type of environment.. where I have become some sort of master. …of the universe?
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(fade in: the face of Nikolai Ash as he continues to read his Tao book, the binding is still tattered and the smile has yet to come off of his face as he flips through the pages and gets ready to relay the messages of a higher one.)
..fond of one’s speech is a glory that I hold, I know it is palpable.. so easily grasped between my cold steel hands, but alas it’s not all that I am, but then again maybe I am, it depends on whom is looking through the monocle at me. See, people will look at me through only one dimension and see me as just a verbose individual. Yet am I more than that? Does the image I portray simply label me as a sad sad sad sad sad.. individual? Do I have nothing better to do than to sit around and mumble my words, slur everything I can.. and lay down verbal connotations? Why is it that I get this label? Does my hard work mean nothing? Does the simple fact that my thirst for knowledge and nirvana.. is truly immense, and hurts me in the long run? Am I sitting here murmuring and making no sense? If I am.. sorry to all of you who don’t see my image.. don’t see me for what I truly am, the savior.. of wrestling, of life.. the vindication you’ve been seeking but are too afraid to approach. .. can I help it? can I help myself? I can not be anything more than what I am, I have many missions but they all funnel into one.. it’s a sieve of sorts. All the many parts are strained and created into one pot of a jambalaya .. a hodgepodge, potpourri of luck and emotion and literacy. But sadly I’m mistaken.. I’m looked over, and under thought.. as troubling as it is, I can only continue and show everyone daily what I am.. and why I am here.. I can be myself, and only myself.. for humans are single creatures with single goals.. reaching my goal can only be commenced when the true image of me is shown, and my shroud is cast aside.
The blood stains it, and leaves my indelible image for all of history. But after I cast it aside, I will be able to grow and show people something of my self while still alive, something most artists.. or “martyrs” as Jean wants me to believe do.. sad sad. I am no Martin Luther, he was a true patron saint. I am humble in my upbringings, and most of my acquisitions except when they are tested .. so maybe my wordy ways create ..some sort of cloak of mystery around me and fend off the true followers. I cant say for sure, only when you look deep in to your soul and let me preach to you can it be answered.. so Jean, will you let me preach? Will my gospel become your whimsical assent, or will it just be another story not worth telling? A lackluster fantasy tale. A tall tale.. of a mighty small mind and heart.
..there’s something I never understand, how everyone chastises me for my language, yet they try to bolster their vocabulary as the interviews get deeper and deeper? Why is that, do you feel inadequacy? I’m sorry if you feel this way, or maybe your subconscious is giving in. But if I say this maybe your Parisian temper will flair up and cast me out of the kingdom. Or will your confidence or.. arrogance or whatever else it can be described as in a vernacular, still remains the same.. not truly backed up.. because you have not beaten me.. I may be nothing more than a stepping stone, but who is to say I am not a stepping stone to greatness? The one great hill you must carry yourself over before achieving acceptance? Hmm? I can not gloat.. so I will not.. it is not in my nature as stated, but I can admit that piece of information I just did and let you chew on it..
Metaphors aren’t something I’m fond of using unless they relay a point, and why do you think it was a chess metaphor when it came to the Queen and King? Maybe it can mean something else, pick up pieces of literature by Friere and try to figure out my fine friend.. please.. understand the nuances of speech and rhetoric. So yes, you are correct I cant play mind games… I play psychology… if it is even a game, it’s more of a mind over matter type of environment.. where I have become some sort of master. …of the universe?
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