Post by Jack Tracks on Dec 11, 2011 11:28:34 GMT -5
As Blood Runs Cold continues on, the broadcast takes a moment between matches to head out to the back, as the shot opens on the now-familiar sight of Jack Tracks standing in the back, Charlie Coors beside him with a microphone. This time, though, they are in front of a temporary backdrop with the Blood Runs Cold logo plastered along the top, just in the frame. The shot is a bit close-up, showing just halfway up Tracks' torso, making Coors look even shorter by comparison due to barely being in the frame. Tracks, his trademark jacket on, and with another noticeable patch on the right shoulder, stands ready, a smile of anticipation on his face.
Coors: "I'm standing here with Jack Tracks, who in just a few moments will be in for the fight of his life in a Falls Count Anywhere match with the sadistic Nicholas Carson. Last week, you were able to defeat Jerry Nate in a First Blood Match, and now you've got a shot to become the Number One Contender for the King of the Deathmatch Title tonight. Are you worried that this sudden switch to a more violent series of matches may end up being more than you can chew?"
Tracks looks down at Coors, shaking his head with almost a look of disappointment. After the quick shake, he grins again, his voice up-tempo from the get-go.
"Listen here, Molson Gold, you know Jack Tracks better than that! I put my cards on the table a few weeks ago, letting the whole world know exactly why I'm here and what I want. There's only one finish line for Jack Tracks, and that's becoming the very top man here in GHW. I said I would run over anyone who jumps in front of me, and I meant it! Legends, monsters, champions, it makes no difference!"
Jack moves his gaze to the camera, his hair shifting a few strands in front of his face with the movement of his head.
"And Carson, that includes you! I know you're one sick little puppy. I know you do so love to mess with the heads of your opponents. But there's a big difference between those other men you've destroyed and Jack motherfuckin' Tracks. I've got my mind focused, my body revved up, and my sights set! There ain't no little tricks or mind games that can distract me from exactly what I'm here to do. And tonight, that means kicking your teeth in and running your big ass over on my way to the King of the Death Match title!"
Tracks brushes some of the hair out of his face, his grin returning after his little bout of passion.
"And don't worry. I wanna keep this one fair. I told my boy Flash to stay back and watch this one. This win tonight won't mean as much if I've got backup. It'll just be you and me, big man. We'll have a good ol' time together."
The camera starts to fade, when it's suddenly jostled and brightens up again to a clear shot, still in front of Tracks.
"Now hold on a minute there, cameraman! While I've got you here, Jack Tracks wants to take a moment to give a little safety tip to all my fans all there!"
The camera refocuses its shot, leaving Coors out of it, keeping just Jack squarely in frame.
"Now, as you all know, Jack Tracks is a bit of a gear head. And while I like to cut loose on the road, I also know the importance of proper safety measures. It's winter now, and soon enough that will mean all the roads out there will be covered in ice and snow. That's gonna be hell on your traction. Since I want all my supporters out there to stay good and safe on those roads, I just want to remind you all to keep those conditions in mind, and make sure you don't leave home without a proper set of tire chains!"
The camera slowly zooms out, showing Tracks' entire torso. His expression shifts once more, his lips pulling back even further into a more sadistic, violent smile. He pulls his off-screen hand up, and dangling from it is a wad of clanging, slowly rusted chains, rattling against each other as he waves his hand left and right.
"I know I've got mine."
The camera fades out for real this time, as Jack Tracks' music hits the arena, his match about to begin....
Coors: "I'm standing here with Jack Tracks, who in just a few moments will be in for the fight of his life in a Falls Count Anywhere match with the sadistic Nicholas Carson. Last week, you were able to defeat Jerry Nate in a First Blood Match, and now you've got a shot to become the Number One Contender for the King of the Deathmatch Title tonight. Are you worried that this sudden switch to a more violent series of matches may end up being more than you can chew?"
Tracks looks down at Coors, shaking his head with almost a look of disappointment. After the quick shake, he grins again, his voice up-tempo from the get-go.
"Listen here, Molson Gold, you know Jack Tracks better than that! I put my cards on the table a few weeks ago, letting the whole world know exactly why I'm here and what I want. There's only one finish line for Jack Tracks, and that's becoming the very top man here in GHW. I said I would run over anyone who jumps in front of me, and I meant it! Legends, monsters, champions, it makes no difference!"
Jack moves his gaze to the camera, his hair shifting a few strands in front of his face with the movement of his head.
"And Carson, that includes you! I know you're one sick little puppy. I know you do so love to mess with the heads of your opponents. But there's a big difference between those other men you've destroyed and Jack motherfuckin' Tracks. I've got my mind focused, my body revved up, and my sights set! There ain't no little tricks or mind games that can distract me from exactly what I'm here to do. And tonight, that means kicking your teeth in and running your big ass over on my way to the King of the Death Match title!"
Tracks brushes some of the hair out of his face, his grin returning after his little bout of passion.
"And don't worry. I wanna keep this one fair. I told my boy Flash to stay back and watch this one. This win tonight won't mean as much if I've got backup. It'll just be you and me, big man. We'll have a good ol' time together."
The camera starts to fade, when it's suddenly jostled and brightens up again to a clear shot, still in front of Tracks.
"Now hold on a minute there, cameraman! While I've got you here, Jack Tracks wants to take a moment to give a little safety tip to all my fans all there!"
The camera refocuses its shot, leaving Coors out of it, keeping just Jack squarely in frame.
"Now, as you all know, Jack Tracks is a bit of a gear head. And while I like to cut loose on the road, I also know the importance of proper safety measures. It's winter now, and soon enough that will mean all the roads out there will be covered in ice and snow. That's gonna be hell on your traction. Since I want all my supporters out there to stay good and safe on those roads, I just want to remind you all to keep those conditions in mind, and make sure you don't leave home without a proper set of tire chains!"
The camera slowly zooms out, showing Tracks' entire torso. His expression shifts once more, his lips pulling back even further into a more sadistic, violent smile. He pulls his off-screen hand up, and dangling from it is a wad of clanging, slowly rusted chains, rattling against each other as he waves his hand left and right.
"I know I've got mine."
The camera fades out for real this time, as Jack Tracks' music hits the arena, his match about to begin....