Post by TC Jagger on Jun 13, 2008 12:37:00 GMT -5
The room is dark; so dark that if it were not for the sliver of light leaking in through the slightly ajar door, you would think that your screen was not turned on. The door opens and a dark silhouette steps into the room. The large figure walks up to the camera and before stopping. He stops and turns, placing something on the counter as the camera looks over his shoulder. The light from outside the door now brightens enough of the room to show that we are in what seems to be a bathroom. The mirror in front of the large figure reflects enough light to illuminate his sharp facial features. Through the shadows, the familiar face of TC Jagger stares into the mirror and back at the camera. One eye seems darker than the other, possibly due to the shadows or the fiasco between himself and Johnny Knuckles at the House Show in Corpus Christi.
Jagger: It’s time for a change.
Something metal is picked off the counter; it remains hidden in the darkness.
Jagger: Looking back on my career, I’ve noticed something. At first there was a time when all I cared about was fighting with all of my heart while kicking ass in the meantime. That attitude pushed me up through the ranks of ACW and soon I was aligned with some of the most powerful men in ACW history; and no I’m not talking about the Authentic Wrestling Gods.[/i]
*SNIP*
The sound of scissors are heard. A small shadow quickly passes in front of Jagger’s face.
Jagger: As a member of The Conglomerate, I became one of the most powerful men in all of professional wrestling. Along with my work ethic, it was teaming up with the Hardcore Champion, Victor Odin and the Tag Team Champions, Big Business that propelled me into the main event only months after breaking into this business.
*SNIP*
Jagger: Then The Conglomerate was given the offer to join up with Jace Diggs and Dollar McDougal and become the Authentic Wrestling Gods; something that, at the time, seemed like the perfect idea.
*SNIP*
Jagger: I was then given my first World Title shot, and succeeded in bringing the title home to AWG; I thought that I was on top of the world. But what I failed to recognize was that the Authentic Wrestling Gods were falling apart, and they were bringing me down with them.
*SNIP*
Jagger: No matter how hard we tried, AWG just wasn’t the same after Dow passed away and the other members of The Conglomerate left. The originals, hell, even The Conglomerate by itself was more powerful than the AWG that was last seen in ACW. You can’t replace Dow, Nasdaq, and Odin with Cavanaugh, Jackboot, and Carnage, no matter what anyone tells you.
*SNIP*
Jagger: So where am I going with this history lesson? Well, it’s quite obvious that once I joined the Authentic Wrestling Gods, once I tasted gold, I lost touch with everything that made me who I am; or at least who I was.[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: So it’s time to go back to the way things were before AWG. It’s time to go back to kicking ass and giving every match one-hundred and ten percent of my heart and soul. It’s time to take the TC Jagger that everyone in AWG knows, and change him back to the TC Jagger that’s been hidden by the mask of the Authentic Wrestling Gods for far too long.
*SNIP*
Jagger: And it begins right now.[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: A new look…[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: …a new arsenal of moves…[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: …and it all comes to light this Sunday.[/i]
The scissors are tossed back onto the counter. Jagger turns away from the mirror and walks back through the shadows of the bathroom. He grabs a towel on his way out and drapes it over his head. The camera follows Jagger as he walks into his room. He sits on the edge of his bed with the towel hanging down, covering his entire face except for the very tip of his chin.
Jagger: This Sunday at Exodus, I step into the ring with two other men to fight for the AWG Triple Threat Title. But quite honestly, that title means nothing to me. The only thing that matters when I step into that ring, is for me to prove to myself that I can, both mentally and physically, go back to being the TC Jagger I used to be.
Jagger reaches under the towel and rubs his head. He pulls his hand out, covered in hair, and wipes it clean across his shirt.
Jagger: Adam Apocalypse, I really don’t know what to say about the guy. Sure, he’s on sort of a hot streak, but he needs to remember that it was myself who put him into this match. Without me, Mr. Playboy would probably be sitting home this Sunday, more than likely pleasuring himself as he watches Exodus from his living room. I put him in the match so I could guarantee that it would practically be a one on one match, Johnny Knuckles against myself.
Jagger brings both of his hands together and cracks his knuckles.
Jagger: Johnny Knuckles. It’s too bad you had to go and destroy your locker room last Monday, there were some high-value collectibles in there. And I even went out of my way to personalize every single one of them for you. Ungrateful. Almost as ungrateful as you were after I took out Lee Varitek. I give you the free pass, and you don’t even have the courtesy to say thank you? You’re just lucky I only hit you with a chair, and not something a little more…lethal. But now we will stand toe to toe again. It’s something you’ve wanted, it’s something I’ve wanted, just remember that the results are going to be the same. You on your back, shoulders on the mat, one…two…three.
Jagger stands up from the bed.
Jagger: You’d better be prepared…cuz you’re next on The Hit List.[/i]
Jagger: It’s time for a change.
Something metal is picked off the counter; it remains hidden in the darkness.
Jagger: Looking back on my career, I’ve noticed something. At first there was a time when all I cared about was fighting with all of my heart while kicking ass in the meantime. That attitude pushed me up through the ranks of ACW and soon I was aligned with some of the most powerful men in ACW history; and no I’m not talking about the Authentic Wrestling Gods.[/i]
*SNIP*
The sound of scissors are heard. A small shadow quickly passes in front of Jagger’s face.
Jagger: As a member of The Conglomerate, I became one of the most powerful men in all of professional wrestling. Along with my work ethic, it was teaming up with the Hardcore Champion, Victor Odin and the Tag Team Champions, Big Business that propelled me into the main event only months after breaking into this business.
*SNIP*
Jagger: Then The Conglomerate was given the offer to join up with Jace Diggs and Dollar McDougal and become the Authentic Wrestling Gods; something that, at the time, seemed like the perfect idea.
*SNIP*
Jagger: I was then given my first World Title shot, and succeeded in bringing the title home to AWG; I thought that I was on top of the world. But what I failed to recognize was that the Authentic Wrestling Gods were falling apart, and they were bringing me down with them.
*SNIP*
Jagger: No matter how hard we tried, AWG just wasn’t the same after Dow passed away and the other members of The Conglomerate left. The originals, hell, even The Conglomerate by itself was more powerful than the AWG that was last seen in ACW. You can’t replace Dow, Nasdaq, and Odin with Cavanaugh, Jackboot, and Carnage, no matter what anyone tells you.
*SNIP*
Jagger: So where am I going with this history lesson? Well, it’s quite obvious that once I joined the Authentic Wrestling Gods, once I tasted gold, I lost touch with everything that made me who I am; or at least who I was.[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: So it’s time to go back to the way things were before AWG. It’s time to go back to kicking ass and giving every match one-hundred and ten percent of my heart and soul. It’s time to take the TC Jagger that everyone in AWG knows, and change him back to the TC Jagger that’s been hidden by the mask of the Authentic Wrestling Gods for far too long.
*SNIP*
Jagger: And it begins right now.[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: A new look…[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: …a new arsenal of moves…[/i]
*SNIP*
Jagger: …and it all comes to light this Sunday.[/i]
The scissors are tossed back onto the counter. Jagger turns away from the mirror and walks back through the shadows of the bathroom. He grabs a towel on his way out and drapes it over his head. The camera follows Jagger as he walks into his room. He sits on the edge of his bed with the towel hanging down, covering his entire face except for the very tip of his chin.
Jagger: This Sunday at Exodus, I step into the ring with two other men to fight for the AWG Triple Threat Title. But quite honestly, that title means nothing to me. The only thing that matters when I step into that ring, is for me to prove to myself that I can, both mentally and physically, go back to being the TC Jagger I used to be.
Jagger reaches under the towel and rubs his head. He pulls his hand out, covered in hair, and wipes it clean across his shirt.
Jagger: Adam Apocalypse, I really don’t know what to say about the guy. Sure, he’s on sort of a hot streak, but he needs to remember that it was myself who put him into this match. Without me, Mr. Playboy would probably be sitting home this Sunday, more than likely pleasuring himself as he watches Exodus from his living room. I put him in the match so I could guarantee that it would practically be a one on one match, Johnny Knuckles against myself.
Jagger brings both of his hands together and cracks his knuckles.
Jagger: Johnny Knuckles. It’s too bad you had to go and destroy your locker room last Monday, there were some high-value collectibles in there. And I even went out of my way to personalize every single one of them for you. Ungrateful. Almost as ungrateful as you were after I took out Lee Varitek. I give you the free pass, and you don’t even have the courtesy to say thank you? You’re just lucky I only hit you with a chair, and not something a little more…lethal. But now we will stand toe to toe again. It’s something you’ve wanted, it’s something I’ve wanted, just remember that the results are going to be the same. You on your back, shoulders on the mat, one…two…three.
Jagger stands up from the bed.
Jagger: You’d better be prepared…cuz you’re next on The Hit List.[/i]