Post by Jack Tracks on Aug 25, 2011 23:16:06 GMT -5
The screen cuts to a shot in front of the interview set-up area in the back, the GHW logo and various bit of debris pinned up against a draped background. In front of the camera is Charlie Coors, looking like he's had more than a couple beers already. He does seem to be able to at least speak understandably into the microphone he holds in his hand, however.
Coors: "Ladies and gentleman, Charlie Coors here with the man who will be facing Jon Main in a submission match later tonight. Jack Tracks, what're your thoughts on tonight's match, hot off the heels of last week's big debut victory?"
The camera widens its angle as Jack Tracks walks into the frame, already in his ring gear, looking ready to go at any time. His ring jacket has a new logo on the shoulder this week. It's a bit tricky to make out,but it is certainly in some very garish colors. When he gets into position, he gives Coors a little pat on the shoulder.
Tracks: "Hey there, my man. I see you're back on your feet. Looks like all that coffee did the trick! But you make sure to keep yourself sober enough to announce me later tonight, got it?"
"You know I can't make any promises like that."
"Well, I can certainly understand that. But anyway, back to the topic of the day!" Jack turns his view to the camera itself. "Looks like I've got myself an interesting little match-up tonight on Live. It's gonna be me and Jon Main, going head-to-head. We both had pretty big matches last week, and not just because that was the first time the GHW audience got to see either one of us. But on top of that, we each had the opportunity to be part of the Death From Above match at Full Circle. A match that could very well launch a man from fresh meat to the top of the food chain! And I'm sorry you weren't able to get in there, Jon, but don't you worry! Jack Tracks will be heading there, and tonight, if you put enough of your heart and soul into our submission match, a part of ya just might come with me to my big Pay-Per-View debut!"
Jack takes a moment to push his hair back, which had begun to fall in front of his face. There's a small pause in his speech, as his grin grows a bit wider. And just the slightest bit more vicious-looking.
"But that's only if you make it out of tonight's submission match. I'm going to let you in on a little something, Bud..."
"Coors, actually-"
"Keystone, while the man you see right now - and for that matter, the one you saw last week - is a fun-loving speed demon, who loves nothing more than going fast, going hard, and hitting you like a Mack Truck, there's another side to Jack Tracks. One that I don't have as much fun showing. But one that can be deadlier than any high-speed collision..."
Jack's tone gets a bit lower, and his smile slowly fades, as he stares down the viewer. He raises a hand up, palm facing the camera, reaching to it ever so slightly.
"In this hand lies a knowledge that, to be honest, I don't like to use. It isn't fast. It isn't fun. But it's precise. It's thorough. It knows every last joint in the human body. And it knows all the ways those joints should never go. I had hoped and preyed that I wouldn't have to use it this early in my GHW career. But in a submission match, there really isn't any other choice. Do me a favor, Jon Main. Stay alert. Stay aware of your own body. And know when it's had enough. And when it's time to tap."
Jack lowers his hand, and gradually, his normal smile and bright expressions return, and he gives Coors a playful slap on the back.
"And you better know when to call it quits on the vodka, Guinness! I'll see ya out there tonight!"
As Jack walks off, full of energy, the camera focuses on Charlie Coors' expression. He seemed to have been caught entirely off-guard by Tracks, and silently mouths "What the fuck?" as the camera fades out.
Coors: "Ladies and gentleman, Charlie Coors here with the man who will be facing Jon Main in a submission match later tonight. Jack Tracks, what're your thoughts on tonight's match, hot off the heels of last week's big debut victory?"
The camera widens its angle as Jack Tracks walks into the frame, already in his ring gear, looking ready to go at any time. His ring jacket has a new logo on the shoulder this week. It's a bit tricky to make out,but it is certainly in some very garish colors. When he gets into position, he gives Coors a little pat on the shoulder.
Tracks: "Hey there, my man. I see you're back on your feet. Looks like all that coffee did the trick! But you make sure to keep yourself sober enough to announce me later tonight, got it?"
"You know I can't make any promises like that."
"Well, I can certainly understand that. But anyway, back to the topic of the day!" Jack turns his view to the camera itself. "Looks like I've got myself an interesting little match-up tonight on Live. It's gonna be me and Jon Main, going head-to-head. We both had pretty big matches last week, and not just because that was the first time the GHW audience got to see either one of us. But on top of that, we each had the opportunity to be part of the Death From Above match at Full Circle. A match that could very well launch a man from fresh meat to the top of the food chain! And I'm sorry you weren't able to get in there, Jon, but don't you worry! Jack Tracks will be heading there, and tonight, if you put enough of your heart and soul into our submission match, a part of ya just might come with me to my big Pay-Per-View debut!"
Jack takes a moment to push his hair back, which had begun to fall in front of his face. There's a small pause in his speech, as his grin grows a bit wider. And just the slightest bit more vicious-looking.
"But that's only if you make it out of tonight's submission match. I'm going to let you in on a little something, Bud..."
"Coors, actually-"
"Keystone, while the man you see right now - and for that matter, the one you saw last week - is a fun-loving speed demon, who loves nothing more than going fast, going hard, and hitting you like a Mack Truck, there's another side to Jack Tracks. One that I don't have as much fun showing. But one that can be deadlier than any high-speed collision..."
Jack's tone gets a bit lower, and his smile slowly fades, as he stares down the viewer. He raises a hand up, palm facing the camera, reaching to it ever so slightly.
"In this hand lies a knowledge that, to be honest, I don't like to use. It isn't fast. It isn't fun. But it's precise. It's thorough. It knows every last joint in the human body. And it knows all the ways those joints should never go. I had hoped and preyed that I wouldn't have to use it this early in my GHW career. But in a submission match, there really isn't any other choice. Do me a favor, Jon Main. Stay alert. Stay aware of your own body. And know when it's had enough. And when it's time to tap."
Jack lowers his hand, and gradually, his normal smile and bright expressions return, and he gives Coors a playful slap on the back.
"And you better know when to call it quits on the vodka, Guinness! I'll see ya out there tonight!"
As Jack walks off, full of energy, the camera focuses on Charlie Coors' expression. He seemed to have been caught entirely off-guard by Tracks, and silently mouths "What the fuck?" as the camera fades out.