Post by heyjackkerouac on Jul 6, 2007 9:56:22 GMT -6
Eddie is standing in a small conference room with a large POW logo behind him. With him is Zach Moore, interviewer for POW: New England. Eddie is standing straight up with his arms crossed. He is looking into the camera as Moore stands next to him.[/color]
Moore: We're here with Eddie Jones, a man who has been on a considerable roll as of late. Although, not a very good roll as Eddie has lost all of his matches since he entered POW, except for his opening match. Eddie, you've been given an opportunity to win a shot at the Openweight Title. How do you feel going into this match?
Eddie: I feel great, Moore. This match was tailor-made for guys like me. Guys that want to prove themselves. Which I'm sure many of the guys in the match are trying to do. But none of them have experienced the pain I've had to as of late. Since I've entered POW, I've won one match. One! And that's not acceptable.
Some of my comments, apparently are rubbing some of the guys a little the wrong way. They can't handle the fact that I am only pointing out obvious flaws in them. Those guys don't want to see what I am seeing, and they don't want to hear what I have to say. If they were smart, they might listen a little better. I didn't want to listen either. But I decided I had to.
The problem has been that I have been trying to be a nice guy the whole time. I've tried to play along with everyone else. I've tried to be the guy that everyone likes. I've tried to be friends. But that's gotten me nowhere, now hasn't it? I can't just sit around and be the guy that talks nice, and compliments their opponent. I'm not doing that shit anymore. I'm going to be the guy, that goes out there, and gets his shit taken care of himself. No longer am I idling around as the masses of superstars work over me. No longer am I going to sit around and let them get me. I am going to become, the best that New England's ever seen.
Those other guys. They can't stop me. The other Eddie, Eddie Buchalini. He seems to have a problem with me having the same name as him. Which is fine. But he better stop obsessing over my name and start worrying about whether or not he can take care of himself in this match. Because if he doesn't, he's going to end up finding himself on the wrong side of a 3 count.
As for Cory Barnett, don't you have some homework to finish? I didn't even know you were 17 or I would have railed on you harder. At that age, you shouldn't be in this ring. Hell, you shouldn't even be training to be in this ring. Go home, mow some damn lawns, and leave the business for a good 20 years or so. Then, when I retire, you can get back in the ring without being too embarrassed.
These guys aren't going to be making their name in New England, at least not yet. They're only here so that I can make my own name. They are only here, to be fodder, to me. They are only here, so that I have someone to pin, on my path to the top.
Eddie walks away leaving Moore standing alone, speechless
Moore: We're here with Eddie Jones, a man who has been on a considerable roll as of late. Although, not a very good roll as Eddie has lost all of his matches since he entered POW, except for his opening match. Eddie, you've been given an opportunity to win a shot at the Openweight Title. How do you feel going into this match?
Eddie: I feel great, Moore. This match was tailor-made for guys like me. Guys that want to prove themselves. Which I'm sure many of the guys in the match are trying to do. But none of them have experienced the pain I've had to as of late. Since I've entered POW, I've won one match. One! And that's not acceptable.
Some of my comments, apparently are rubbing some of the guys a little the wrong way. They can't handle the fact that I am only pointing out obvious flaws in them. Those guys don't want to see what I am seeing, and they don't want to hear what I have to say. If they were smart, they might listen a little better. I didn't want to listen either. But I decided I had to.
The problem has been that I have been trying to be a nice guy the whole time. I've tried to play along with everyone else. I've tried to be the guy that everyone likes. I've tried to be friends. But that's gotten me nowhere, now hasn't it? I can't just sit around and be the guy that talks nice, and compliments their opponent. I'm not doing that shit anymore. I'm going to be the guy, that goes out there, and gets his shit taken care of himself. No longer am I idling around as the masses of superstars work over me. No longer am I going to sit around and let them get me. I am going to become, the best that New England's ever seen.
Those other guys. They can't stop me. The other Eddie, Eddie Buchalini. He seems to have a problem with me having the same name as him. Which is fine. But he better stop obsessing over my name and start worrying about whether or not he can take care of himself in this match. Because if he doesn't, he's going to end up finding himself on the wrong side of a 3 count.
As for Cory Barnett, don't you have some homework to finish? I didn't even know you were 17 or I would have railed on you harder. At that age, you shouldn't be in this ring. Hell, you shouldn't even be training to be in this ring. Go home, mow some damn lawns, and leave the business for a good 20 years or so. Then, when I retire, you can get back in the ring without being too embarrassed.
These guys aren't going to be making their name in New England, at least not yet. They're only here so that I can make my own name. They are only here, to be fodder, to me. They are only here, so that I have someone to pin, on my path to the top.
Eddie walks away leaving Moore standing alone, speechless