Twisted Words
(the screen comes in on the same background, same everything, monotony can be a wonderful thing, can’t it? but for now, we focus in once again on Jean Rabesque, who has made no desperate attempts to cut some sort of parody of his opponent’s words, even though everyone knows he could, and in fact, he just might, but for now he once again stands in front of the GLCW logo, the smile that had been absent from our last encounter has once again returned, as Rabesque looks on and speaks)
Rabesque: Dang, Mael, that was one heck of a display you decided to put out there. I mean, shaking hands with the kids, hitting the gym, I mean..... it almost brought a tear to my eye Mael. Such drama, such perseverance....... you know that shows the true heart of a Great Lakes Champion. (Rabesque stops for a moment, and then breaks into laughter) Or it can just be yet another desperate ploy to try to get some shock value points. Hell if I know.
Mael, if there is another drawback to you, it’s that you tend to read WAY TOO MUCH into things. I know that’s your style, to try to find every discrepancy in your opponent’s words, and to try to mangle it the words, and to do everything in your power to overanalyze them until they fit your argument. Yeah, I got that, but let’s be realistic. I questioned your priorities Mael, yeah, I did. I never mentioned anything about what the Great Lakes Champion should be. I never mentioned anything of the sort. All I did was point out that instead of focusing on me, your next opponent, you were up in Malec’s office, cutting unnecessary promos having nothing to do with anything related to your match. Meanwhile, while you were “tired of waiting for me,” I was busting my ass doing everything in power to make sure I can kick your ass at Riptide.
Trust me, I’m not complaining here Mael. I appreciate and laud the fact that you’re underestimating me. I’ve been underestimated for years, and everyone who underestimates me, ends up on the short end of the stick. That’s fine, if you want to play cameraman and break cameras and spend your time making the trip up to Malec’s office, then go ahead, be my guest.
As far as the other crap that came out of your mouth, then let’s once again analyze..... not overanalyze, and comment. You can question my heart all you want Mael. Do you expect that to get under my skin? Your ignorance does nothing to upset me. If you want to sit there in your little pseudo-gym and question my work ethic, or my ability, that’s fine. History speaks for itself Mael, and my track record speaks for itself. If you want to question, again, be my guest, because all you are doing is showing how little you know me. If you don’t want to respect me...... GOOD! All the better, Mael. Take me lightly, Mael, please. It’ll make my challenge all the more easier. And I never mentioned ANYTHING about expecting you to let up on me a bit, so you can drop that ridiculous line of thinking right now. You see, I know what you’re trying to do Mael. You’re still twisting words trying to make a point, and when you do so, you imply that I said things that I never said. I never said that Mael, and you know that I never said that.
Now, as far as our six-man tag match from months back, since when is it MY responsibility to make sure you didn’t get your ass knocked out? This is the almighty Maelstrom we’re talking about, right? The same almighty Maelstrom that never needs anyone to have his back? The same man that never wants any friends, never wants any kind of alliance? Right? Same guy, right? And suddenly, when he gets his ass knocked out in the middle of the ring and pinned by Michael Manson, he expects someone to magically be there to have his back? You speak of MY.......CONTRADICTIONS Mael, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s the pot calling the kettle black. You get knocked out, and you got your ass pinned. YOU DROPPED THE BALL Mael.....not me.
Now, as far as that famed 4 way match goes, we enter into Maelstrom strategy #2, and that is to assume that he knows what his opponent is thinking. You stated that my goal coming into that match was to capture your title. No Mael....... I’m sorry to burden you with that bad news, but it really wasn’t. Don’t flatter yourself. At that point, I had other things going on that we’re a little more important. Sean and I were just coming off you know... My FIRST Match of the Year Candidate, the match that overshadowed your little encounter when you beat Manson, and it turns out that we just weren’t ready to stop beating the living hell out of each other. Neither one of us cared at that point about your little title, especially at some house show. So if it makes you feel better that you (chuckles) BEAT me, when I got myself voluntarily counted out, then by all means, be my guest. If your self-esteem requires that, then far be it for me to neglect that. I HAD other priorities at the time Mael. Of course, you interpret that as me speaking in the present tense, which again, could not be further from the truth. At the time, you just weren’t that important to me. Sorry, but that’s how it is. Now, of course, you’re right there on the radar screen, as we approach a collision course. You see, you are NOW me priority Mael. There was no contradiction there Mael, as much as might try to create one.
I do kind of have to chuckle at the fact that you state that my opinions carry no weight Mael, yet you seem to be incredibly hung up on them. So, apparently what I have to say must mean something, right? You speak of how you and Manson are in some kind of club, a club that I am not YET a member of. True, very true. But I’ll again rehash the point that I made earlier, what opportunity have I had Mael? If anything, I would say that my road to this point has possibly been a bit more difficult than yours. Unlike you, I had to face a real opponent at our last “mega-show,” and I while I was battling to become the Number One Contender, you were taking on the Morgan’s and James’ of the world. Now, spare me any comments you might make about this, because I know you’re salivated trying to pick up the scraps and manipulate them into an argument. Save us all the torture Mael. Yes, I know I lost to Flats, spare me the argument that I know is coming. Of course, now we’ll have to listen to you deny that you were going to bring that up, and mention how *I* was the one who mentioned it.
I’m on to the way you work Mael. So, why don’t I tell you what to talk about next time so you can spare us all? I’d like to hear some words of wisdom on how you think you’re going to accomplish a victory here? Because in reality, isn’t that what really matters? I’ll even tell you how I think I can win. I’m going to wear your ass down, big man. And then maybe, just maybe (chuckles).... I’ll make your ass tap! And don’t tell me it can’t be done Mael.... (chuckles again) Flatliner said the same thing!
Reality is one thing that I’m all too familiar with Mael. Not all of us get our warrior training on some island no one else seems to be able to find. Some of us had to face REALITY much earlier than that. So don’t lecture me on that Mael. I’ve faced reality ever since the day my drunk-ass father kicked me out on the street. Ever since the day I found a wrestling school to give me something to do. Ever since the day that I entered the wrestling ring, and have worked my way up from the VERY BOTTOM. Not all of us started out on the top Mael, some of us really did have to face reality. You have no comprehension of what that word REALLY means.
No guarantees Mael, except for the match of your life. Get ready, because it sure as hell is going to be a lot of fun! No false gimmicks, no false hype...... the waves of change are sweeping, can you feel it?..... I am Jean Rabesque.
(fade out)