Post by Jack Tracks on Sept 15, 2011 2:27:46 GMT -5
The camera cuts in to the parking lot of Seattle's Paramount Theater, just in time to see a shiny new red sports car pulling into the venue. The parking lot was mainly empty aside from this one car and a few others, indicating that it was filmed earlier that day.
The car's engine roared as it came through the entrance of the lot, the powerful machine almost threatening to blow the camera's microphone out as it nears a close-by parking spot. The vehicle stops just a few feet from the camera, and very suddenly. One would assume its brakes are quite high-quality to be able to stop on a dime like that. With the car at a halt, the engine cuts, no longer on the verge of breaking the eardrums of the poor cameraman. The driver's side door swings open, and a very familiar, long head of hair rises up from behind it, before ducking back in. The figure seems to be grabbing something from the passenger seat.
Finally, the champion comes into full view, as Jack Tracks stands up all the way, hefting a hidden weight behind the car door. Wearing his ring jacket while out driving, it looks like a few new sponsor patches had been added to the bicep area of both arms. Facing the camera, Tracks gives the audience a big grin, flipping his hair back with a shake of his head.
"Hey there, folks. In case you're new here, I'm that sexy shooting star, the Man in the Fast Lane, The Future of GHW, the very, amazingly humble Jack Tracks."
The arm with the hidden weight lifts up, and in it is the Television Title belt. He rests the arm over the door, holding the belt up right in the middle of the shot, below his chin.
"And this pretty little thing here is the Glory and Honor Television Championship belt. Last week, your buddy Jack Tracks won it in his third ever match in this company. Not bad start, if you ask me. But it's still just that. A start."
Jack moves his arm back, to give himself room to shut the car door. His free hand sneaks into the pocket of his jeans and clicks the button to lock the door. He hefts the belt up to his shoulder, his right arm casually stroking the gold.
"Now don't get me wrong. Having this is a huge honor for me. And I plan to keep this belt for a long, long time. But it's just the first of many milestones I plan to run straight through. Take, for example, Full Circle. More importantly, for me at least, the Death From Above match. I'll find myself going up against a very dangerous group of men, most of whom and young, hungry lions just like me. And one particular vet who still feels he's got everything to prove. But if,and when, I manage to overcome them and grab that big win, it'll give me a shot at any title belt. Whenever I want. That's a lot of pressure, I gotta admit. But I'm in the fast lane to the top, and I won't let the pressure get to me."
Jack takes a few slow steps forward, both hands on the belt. His smile fades a bit, and his voice loses a bit of its enthusiasm.
"But there is something that is worth worrying about, even before Full Circle. There have been some big groups active around here as of late. Fellows who want to take over everything in this company. Two in particular have definitely got my attention. First we've got the Psychotic Circus. A bunch of madmen and their...well, I don't know if zombie is the right word, but they're definitely some kinda brainwashed cronies. And tonight I'm defending this belt of mine against the son of their leader. And in a cage, no less. Can't say I exactly trust that they're going to let this go fairly."
"And on the other hand, the one that is a bit more worrying to me, personally. This British Invasion, or whatever they've branded themselves as. Maybe not as immediately dangerous on their own, but they've made their intentions very clear. They're not exactly fond of us here in the US. Which is all well and good for them, but as a young, handsome, talented, very American title-holder, I've got a bit of a bullseye on my back."
"So I came to a decision. I'd need someone to watch that bullseye, and make sure no one tries to use their little packs of buddies to lay ol' Jack out. So I made a few phone calls. And I got just the guy for the job. An old buddy of mine. A guy I can trust to have my back. And hey...if we get a tag belt or two along the way, who am I to argue?"
Another extremely loud engine can be heard making its way into the parking lot, and Jack's smile grows again. He steps off to the side of the camera, leaving the shot to look at the empty spot next to his car.
"Sounds like he's right on time, too!"
TBCB They Know Who
The car's engine roared as it came through the entrance of the lot, the powerful machine almost threatening to blow the camera's microphone out as it nears a close-by parking spot. The vehicle stops just a few feet from the camera, and very suddenly. One would assume its brakes are quite high-quality to be able to stop on a dime like that. With the car at a halt, the engine cuts, no longer on the verge of breaking the eardrums of the poor cameraman. The driver's side door swings open, and a very familiar, long head of hair rises up from behind it, before ducking back in. The figure seems to be grabbing something from the passenger seat.
Finally, the champion comes into full view, as Jack Tracks stands up all the way, hefting a hidden weight behind the car door. Wearing his ring jacket while out driving, it looks like a few new sponsor patches had been added to the bicep area of both arms. Facing the camera, Tracks gives the audience a big grin, flipping his hair back with a shake of his head.
"Hey there, folks. In case you're new here, I'm that sexy shooting star, the Man in the Fast Lane, The Future of GHW, the very, amazingly humble Jack Tracks."
The arm with the hidden weight lifts up, and in it is the Television Title belt. He rests the arm over the door, holding the belt up right in the middle of the shot, below his chin.
"And this pretty little thing here is the Glory and Honor Television Championship belt. Last week, your buddy Jack Tracks won it in his third ever match in this company. Not bad start, if you ask me. But it's still just that. A start."
Jack moves his arm back, to give himself room to shut the car door. His free hand sneaks into the pocket of his jeans and clicks the button to lock the door. He hefts the belt up to his shoulder, his right arm casually stroking the gold.
"Now don't get me wrong. Having this is a huge honor for me. And I plan to keep this belt for a long, long time. But it's just the first of many milestones I plan to run straight through. Take, for example, Full Circle. More importantly, for me at least, the Death From Above match. I'll find myself going up against a very dangerous group of men, most of whom and young, hungry lions just like me. And one particular vet who still feels he's got everything to prove. But if,and when, I manage to overcome them and grab that big win, it'll give me a shot at any title belt. Whenever I want. That's a lot of pressure, I gotta admit. But I'm in the fast lane to the top, and I won't let the pressure get to me."
Jack takes a few slow steps forward, both hands on the belt. His smile fades a bit, and his voice loses a bit of its enthusiasm.
"But there is something that is worth worrying about, even before Full Circle. There have been some big groups active around here as of late. Fellows who want to take over everything in this company. Two in particular have definitely got my attention. First we've got the Psychotic Circus. A bunch of madmen and their...well, I don't know if zombie is the right word, but they're definitely some kinda brainwashed cronies. And tonight I'm defending this belt of mine against the son of their leader. And in a cage, no less. Can't say I exactly trust that they're going to let this go fairly."
"And on the other hand, the one that is a bit more worrying to me, personally. This British Invasion, or whatever they've branded themselves as. Maybe not as immediately dangerous on their own, but they've made their intentions very clear. They're not exactly fond of us here in the US. Which is all well and good for them, but as a young, handsome, talented, very American title-holder, I've got a bit of a bullseye on my back."
"So I came to a decision. I'd need someone to watch that bullseye, and make sure no one tries to use their little packs of buddies to lay ol' Jack out. So I made a few phone calls. And I got just the guy for the job. An old buddy of mine. A guy I can trust to have my back. And hey...if we get a tag belt or two along the way, who am I to argue?"
Another extremely loud engine can be heard making its way into the parking lot, and Jack's smile grows again. He steps off to the side of the camera, leaving the shot to look at the empty spot next to his car.
"Sounds like he's right on time, too!"
TBCB They Know Who
