Post by MasterEvil on Dec 3, 2012 10:35:06 GMT
MY TELEVISION TITLE
Today is twenty-seventh of October twenty-twelve, just one night away from Third Degree Burns, and here we are at the WEW House Show in the city of Chicago. The matches have been alright even though none of them really got a good reaction from this unimpressed crowd. The last match just ended and both combatants have gone through the black curtains but before anyone could move “Sorry You’re Not a Winner” by Enter Shikari blast out of the PA system, finally the show has got massive cheers to come out the lips of the Chicago audience. It didn’t take long for the current Television Champion, Adrian Jobs, to come through the black curtains and was instantly greeted by a tsunami of cheers from his hometown crowd as he rubbed the Television Title over his right shoulder. The Chicago born Champion then clutched the gold with his right hand and started to fist-pump with that hand as he began to move down the ramp-way, getting the crowd to chant “YES” repeatedly. At the very moment he got to ringside Adrian made his way around the ring, continuing the “YES” chants, and to the ring announcer where he basically took the microphone out of her hands. Adrian then simply sat down on the steel steps and held the microphone just below his lips before beginning to speak.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“My name is Adrian Jobs…and I am the current Television Champion!!!”
A simple introduction and it brought out an electric response from the people he would be normally sitting with months ago, would he hope to get a decent amount of support over at the place where Third-Degree Burns will take place?
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“My apologies for being late, I was planning to come out sooner but I was busy running away from those damn creepy fan girls…whoever said that Chicago is a boring city were clearly wrong. But I must admit that the main reason I’m out here is because of this woman…”
The crowd cheered extremely loudly at their Champion’s words, even though he never takes himself serious the people in attendance still consider him as brilliant…perhaps it could be because no other Chicago native is currently holding a Championship in World Elite Wrestling. But at the end of his words Jobs looked over his right shoulder and pointed at the titantron as it revealed a picture of Karolina Graf, his number one contender, which instantly brought boos out people who chose to stay behind. Adrian simply chuckled lightly at this revelation of negativity before continuing to speak.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“A few weeks ago Karolina Graf won a match against a nobody to get a shot at MY Television Championship. The same Championship I’ve worked so damn hard to get. Admittedly she could make a fun Title defence since its not everyday that you get to fight a twenty-first century Marty Janetty. What? Can’t I call that worthless piece of trash a ‘Janetty?’ …Really? Really? REALLY? Just compare her to her former partner Sophie Oliveira…Oliveira won the WEW Championship on her first attempt while you’ve practically done nothing worthwhile. Heck the main reason Sophie went for and currently is the Starlet Champion is because you simply weren’t good enough to be her Tag Team Championship partner. So do you expect me to hand you my Championship so your career won’t be such a disappoint? Am I just going to lay down and let you take MY Television Title? No. Are you just going to show up at Third Degree Burns and win MY Television Title? No! will you become more than just twenty-twelve’s biggest disappointment? NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!”
While saying his words a classically confident grin appeared on the Television Champion’s face, more than proudly holding his Title against his right shoulder. The male isn’t a complete idiot, he knows that his first challenger holds a vast experience advantage over him but this fact seems to be possessing no effect on him as the tone of his voice grew with more and more confidence. The crowd were liking their homegrown Champion even more, possibly evidenced by the majority of them shouting out ‘really’ every time Jobs said the word ‘really.’ Another stroke of evidence came when they were not only shouting out ‘no’ moments after he said that very word but began to either chant ‘NO’ or cheer the male extremely loudly after Adrian finished his ‘no’ screams. The Champ simply chuckled again and stood up before beginning to talk through the microphone again.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But seriously…why do you think you can beat me Karolina? Yes I’ve hit a slump but last time I remember…when have you ever stood out? You can speak about accomplishments you’ve got at other places but that has nothing to do with me, the WEW and MY Television Title. All you’ve done before is irrelevant and that matters is what you’ve done here which, in you case, is downright nothing. I’ve only got like ten or so match experience and I’m more successful than you, heck, this beautiful Title on my shoulder is perfect proof of that. I defeated once unstoppable Serenity for this Title while the biggest name you’ve ever beaten is…is…who? Oh wait, I’ve suddenly lost interest. You’re dreary, dated and worthless while I, Adrian Jobs, am not only the current Television Champion but also the ‘Main Event.’ You can put me at the end or the start of any show and I can guarantee you that people pay to see me, the ‘Real Star of Adrenaline.’ Yes I’ve lost the last three or four matches but on the last Adrenaline I offered Beck Ramsey, the guy who’ve cleanly beaten me twice in a row, a spot in this Television Title match…and yet people like you and Kaitlyn bitched about it until the board simply ignore my simple request, thus robbing these people of a brilliant triple threat match.”
Now Adrian was clearly directing his words towards his Third Degree Burns opponent. While speaking out his words Jobs took the two steps off the steel steps before beginning to slowly walk around the ring, the microphone not moving from its position just below his lips. There was obvious swagger in his steps and tone as Adrian continued to talk and talk and talk like a political debate set on loop. By the time he finished his set of words the Chicago native has successfully gone around the ring, back up the stages and onto the ring apron before hearing the audience boo at his very last sentence. He knew that his last line was going to gather some heat but the quickly became much louder than Mister Gallahan wanted.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Oh please don’t boo people, I’m sure them two has their reasons to be complete bitches. But whatever those reasons may be, I have no interest in looking into them. After all, all I know, they could have bitched about it simply because they had nothing better to do at the time. If anything, refusing my request of a triple threat has basically raised my chances of successfully defend MY Television Championship from thirty-three percent to sixty-eight percent…wait a second, that wasn’t right…oh yeah. I meant fifty percent not sixty-eight percent, bloody maths…but anyway, I’m going to be completely honest right now. I don’t think I’ll be able to defeat you Karolina…I KNOW that I can beat you Karolina Graf. At Third Degree Burns, just like World War One and Two, the American is going to beat the German without too many problems. And if you doubt that I can win then just talk to people like Kevin Kilbourne and Serenity…since they doubted me and I pinned them both, the latter being for MY TV Title and the former being for a shot at this beautiful belt. But wait a second…have you ever main evented any major shows since coming back again?”
While speaking out his first sentence the male bent over the middle rope and entered the ring, almost dropping the Television Title while doing so. Once inside the squared circle walked over to the set of ropes to his right and rested his chest against it, letting part of the Championship’s strap rest over the top rope instead of on his shoulder. He didn’t want to interrupt the crowd but Jobs knew that the building is required to be emptied in half an hour…so Adrian sprung himself off the ropes, into the middle of the ring, and began to speak with a heightened volume.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Yes you have won the main event some pre-show for a shot at this Championship but while you’ve done that guess what I have done in the two months I’ve been here for. I was featured in the main event of Adrenaline more times than any other superstar. Yes you’ve won this shot and yes you want this Title to escape Sophie’s shadow…but guess what? There’s a problem with your goal…not only am I the Television Champion and I am going to be the longest reigning Television Champion in WEW history. I’ve already held this Championship for almost eight weeks and I’m more than happy to beat the reason into you Karolina. Just please don’t hold any grudges Karol…since I’ve got nothing against someone so irrelevant…what? Do you have something against me calling you relevant? Well then…what was the last relevant thing you’ve ever done? I’ve already spoke about myself very much so now I’m curious about you…since I should at least know something about my challenger, either they’re important or simply worthless. So what is so important about you? You were Sophia’s number two then you disappeared and came back as Sophie’s number two only to disappear after a few days. Then you came back and…er…done nothing. That’s not very impressive, at all…but who am I to complain? Instead of getting a guy who’ve kicked my ass twice in a row, my first contender ends up being Little Miss Disappointment…what a breeze.”
The crowd lowered their own volume as the TV Champion began his words, Adrian successfully hiding the fact that he is quite surprised at how well-behaved his hometown crowd are being, which caused Jobs to lower his own voice a bit after completing his first sentence. But with each word that left his smug lips the male’s confidence grew very quickly, dangerously approaching the verge of sheer overconfidence. It was at the moment he called his opponent ‘Little Miss Disappointment’ that Jobs has gone over the edge of overconfident.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“I mean, look at yourself Karolina…your success here is minute, if even existent, the greatest thing you’ve ever done was carry Sophie’s suitcases. And now you have split up with your mistress you plan on taking this Title from me…who do you think I am? Some rookie from a random dump? No! A glorified slut like Charliedoll? No! Some Britney Spears wannabe like Sayge Jemson? NO! I am not some dumb-ass kid…I am Adrian Jobs, I have been the WEW Television Champion for fifty-five days and I am from motherfucking Chicago!!! I am not the best wrestler in World Elite Wrestling…I am not the quickest, strongest or smartest guy on the roster but I can guarantee you all that I am not someone you should EVER underestimate. You can train all you like Miss Graf but frankly all its going to do is delay the inevitable by, I don’t know, a couple of minutes perhaps. The reason for this is quite simple…the truth. I know it, the people know it and you secretly know it…I’m better than you and you can’t beat me. Hell the main reason you signed those trainer is only partly because you were getting ready for this match but mainly because you don’t want to look too bad when someone, that you have a massive experience advantage over, kicks your sorry ass.”
Adrian must have been quite a fidget when he was a youth because never once did the young Champion ever stood still as he spoke out his words. Even if Adrian possibly looked like a dingbat for walking in circles over and over and over again, he didn’t care since the crowd were loving his words…especially when he proudly shouted where he is from. Even though his confidence is simply oozing Jobs knew that he had to leave soon if he wishes to make it to Third Degree Burns in time for his match. So he moved over to the ropes, the nearest set to the ramp-way, and got out onto the apron before speaking out for a final time in his first, in-ring, promo.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Unfortunately there is much time left for me to speak so I guess the best way to end is by stating the obvious. Karolina…are you going to lose at Third Degree Burns? Yes! Have all your training been for nought? Yes! Are you a ‘Miststück?’ YES! YES! YEEESSSS!!! In just one day and one night you shall get a first lesson of three subjects. One, why I am entering and leaving Third Degree Burns as the Television Champion. Two, why I am ‘The Main Event.’ And three, why I’m simply…”
As he begun his words the male jumped off the apron and began to make his way up the ramp. The crowd delightfully got themselves involved by screaming out ‘yes’ in response to his yeses. By the time Adrian began to speak about his ‘lesson of three subjects’ the Television Champion was already on the stage, with his back towards the black curtain, and at the moments Jobs was about to finish his words…he suddenly stopped. It could have been a moment of ‘shit, I’ve messed up my lines’ but instead the audience shouted out ‘AWESOME’ and the Chicago born Champion smiled lightly at this, dropped his microphone on the stage and mouthed ‘thank you’ before leaving through the black curtains. Chicago crowd were delighted to see their Champion, even if it was just for a promo he planned, as they slowly began to leave the arena in flocks. Adrian Jobs meanwhile wasted no time in getting into the parking lot, getting on his red & black Suzuki Hayabusa and rode off…idiotically forgetting that he has left his clothing, except for the ring gear he’s currently wearing, in the men’s locker room.
Today is twenty-seventh of October twenty-twelve, just one night away from Third Degree Burns, and here we are at the WEW House Show in the city of Chicago. The matches have been alright even though none of them really got a good reaction from this unimpressed crowd. The last match just ended and both combatants have gone through the black curtains but before anyone could move “Sorry You’re Not a Winner” by Enter Shikari blast out of the PA system, finally the show has got massive cheers to come out the lips of the Chicago audience. It didn’t take long for the current Television Champion, Adrian Jobs, to come through the black curtains and was instantly greeted by a tsunami of cheers from his hometown crowd as he rubbed the Television Title over his right shoulder. The Chicago born Champion then clutched the gold with his right hand and started to fist-pump with that hand as he began to move down the ramp-way, getting the crowd to chant “YES” repeatedly. At the very moment he got to ringside Adrian made his way around the ring, continuing the “YES” chants, and to the ring announcer where he basically took the microphone out of her hands. Adrian then simply sat down on the steel steps and held the microphone just below his lips before beginning to speak.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“My name is Adrian Jobs…and I am the current Television Champion!!!”
A simple introduction and it brought out an electric response from the people he would be normally sitting with months ago, would he hope to get a decent amount of support over at the place where Third-Degree Burns will take place?
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“My apologies for being late, I was planning to come out sooner but I was busy running away from those damn creepy fan girls…whoever said that Chicago is a boring city were clearly wrong. But I must admit that the main reason I’m out here is because of this woman…”
The crowd cheered extremely loudly at their Champion’s words, even though he never takes himself serious the people in attendance still consider him as brilliant…perhaps it could be because no other Chicago native is currently holding a Championship in World Elite Wrestling. But at the end of his words Jobs looked over his right shoulder and pointed at the titantron as it revealed a picture of Karolina Graf, his number one contender, which instantly brought boos out people who chose to stay behind. Adrian simply chuckled lightly at this revelation of negativity before continuing to speak.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“A few weeks ago Karolina Graf won a match against a nobody to get a shot at MY Television Championship. The same Championship I’ve worked so damn hard to get. Admittedly she could make a fun Title defence since its not everyday that you get to fight a twenty-first century Marty Janetty. What? Can’t I call that worthless piece of trash a ‘Janetty?’ …Really? Really? REALLY? Just compare her to her former partner Sophie Oliveira…Oliveira won the WEW Championship on her first attempt while you’ve practically done nothing worthwhile. Heck the main reason Sophie went for and currently is the Starlet Champion is because you simply weren’t good enough to be her Tag Team Championship partner. So do you expect me to hand you my Championship so your career won’t be such a disappoint? Am I just going to lay down and let you take MY Television Title? No. Are you just going to show up at Third Degree Burns and win MY Television Title? No! will you become more than just twenty-twelve’s biggest disappointment? NO! NO! NOOOOO!!!”
While saying his words a classically confident grin appeared on the Television Champion’s face, more than proudly holding his Title against his right shoulder. The male isn’t a complete idiot, he knows that his first challenger holds a vast experience advantage over him but this fact seems to be possessing no effect on him as the tone of his voice grew with more and more confidence. The crowd were liking their homegrown Champion even more, possibly evidenced by the majority of them shouting out ‘really’ every time Jobs said the word ‘really.’ Another stroke of evidence came when they were not only shouting out ‘no’ moments after he said that very word but began to either chant ‘NO’ or cheer the male extremely loudly after Adrian finished his ‘no’ screams. The Champ simply chuckled again and stood up before beginning to talk through the microphone again.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“But seriously…why do you think you can beat me Karolina? Yes I’ve hit a slump but last time I remember…when have you ever stood out? You can speak about accomplishments you’ve got at other places but that has nothing to do with me, the WEW and MY Television Title. All you’ve done before is irrelevant and that matters is what you’ve done here which, in you case, is downright nothing. I’ve only got like ten or so match experience and I’m more successful than you, heck, this beautiful Title on my shoulder is perfect proof of that. I defeated once unstoppable Serenity for this Title while the biggest name you’ve ever beaten is…is…who? Oh wait, I’ve suddenly lost interest. You’re dreary, dated and worthless while I, Adrian Jobs, am not only the current Television Champion but also the ‘Main Event.’ You can put me at the end or the start of any show and I can guarantee you that people pay to see me, the ‘Real Star of Adrenaline.’ Yes I’ve lost the last three or four matches but on the last Adrenaline I offered Beck Ramsey, the guy who’ve cleanly beaten me twice in a row, a spot in this Television Title match…and yet people like you and Kaitlyn bitched about it until the board simply ignore my simple request, thus robbing these people of a brilliant triple threat match.”
Now Adrian was clearly directing his words towards his Third Degree Burns opponent. While speaking out his words Jobs took the two steps off the steel steps before beginning to slowly walk around the ring, the microphone not moving from its position just below his lips. There was obvious swagger in his steps and tone as Adrian continued to talk and talk and talk like a political debate set on loop. By the time he finished his set of words the Chicago native has successfully gone around the ring, back up the stages and onto the ring apron before hearing the audience boo at his very last sentence. He knew that his last line was going to gather some heat but the quickly became much louder than Mister Gallahan wanted.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Oh please don’t boo people, I’m sure them two has their reasons to be complete bitches. But whatever those reasons may be, I have no interest in looking into them. After all, all I know, they could have bitched about it simply because they had nothing better to do at the time. If anything, refusing my request of a triple threat has basically raised my chances of successfully defend MY Television Championship from thirty-three percent to sixty-eight percent…wait a second, that wasn’t right…oh yeah. I meant fifty percent not sixty-eight percent, bloody maths…but anyway, I’m going to be completely honest right now. I don’t think I’ll be able to defeat you Karolina…I KNOW that I can beat you Karolina Graf. At Third Degree Burns, just like World War One and Two, the American is going to beat the German without too many problems. And if you doubt that I can win then just talk to people like Kevin Kilbourne and Serenity…since they doubted me and I pinned them both, the latter being for MY TV Title and the former being for a shot at this beautiful belt. But wait a second…have you ever main evented any major shows since coming back again?”
While speaking out his first sentence the male bent over the middle rope and entered the ring, almost dropping the Television Title while doing so. Once inside the squared circle walked over to the set of ropes to his right and rested his chest against it, letting part of the Championship’s strap rest over the top rope instead of on his shoulder. He didn’t want to interrupt the crowd but Jobs knew that the building is required to be emptied in half an hour…so Adrian sprung himself off the ropes, into the middle of the ring, and began to speak with a heightened volume.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Yes you have won the main event some pre-show for a shot at this Championship but while you’ve done that guess what I have done in the two months I’ve been here for. I was featured in the main event of Adrenaline more times than any other superstar. Yes you’ve won this shot and yes you want this Title to escape Sophie’s shadow…but guess what? There’s a problem with your goal…not only am I the Television Champion and I am going to be the longest reigning Television Champion in WEW history. I’ve already held this Championship for almost eight weeks and I’m more than happy to beat the reason into you Karolina. Just please don’t hold any grudges Karol…since I’ve got nothing against someone so irrelevant…what? Do you have something against me calling you relevant? Well then…what was the last relevant thing you’ve ever done? I’ve already spoke about myself very much so now I’m curious about you…since I should at least know something about my challenger, either they’re important or simply worthless. So what is so important about you? You were Sophia’s number two then you disappeared and came back as Sophie’s number two only to disappear after a few days. Then you came back and…er…done nothing. That’s not very impressive, at all…but who am I to complain? Instead of getting a guy who’ve kicked my ass twice in a row, my first contender ends up being Little Miss Disappointment…what a breeze.”
The crowd lowered their own volume as the TV Champion began his words, Adrian successfully hiding the fact that he is quite surprised at how well-behaved his hometown crowd are being, which caused Jobs to lower his own voice a bit after completing his first sentence. But with each word that left his smug lips the male’s confidence grew very quickly, dangerously approaching the verge of sheer overconfidence. It was at the moment he called his opponent ‘Little Miss Disappointment’ that Jobs has gone over the edge of overconfident.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“I mean, look at yourself Karolina…your success here is minute, if even existent, the greatest thing you’ve ever done was carry Sophie’s suitcases. And now you have split up with your mistress you plan on taking this Title from me…who do you think I am? Some rookie from a random dump? No! A glorified slut like Charliedoll? No! Some Britney Spears wannabe like Sayge Jemson? NO! I am not some dumb-ass kid…I am Adrian Jobs, I have been the WEW Television Champion for fifty-five days and I am from motherfucking Chicago!!! I am not the best wrestler in World Elite Wrestling…I am not the quickest, strongest or smartest guy on the roster but I can guarantee you all that I am not someone you should EVER underestimate. You can train all you like Miss Graf but frankly all its going to do is delay the inevitable by, I don’t know, a couple of minutes perhaps. The reason for this is quite simple…the truth. I know it, the people know it and you secretly know it…I’m better than you and you can’t beat me. Hell the main reason you signed those trainer is only partly because you were getting ready for this match but mainly because you don’t want to look too bad when someone, that you have a massive experience advantage over, kicks your sorry ass.”
Adrian must have been quite a fidget when he was a youth because never once did the young Champion ever stood still as he spoke out his words. Even if Adrian possibly looked like a dingbat for walking in circles over and over and over again, he didn’t care since the crowd were loving his words…especially when he proudly shouted where he is from. Even though his confidence is simply oozing Jobs knew that he had to leave soon if he wishes to make it to Third Degree Burns in time for his match. So he moved over to the ropes, the nearest set to the ramp-way, and got out onto the apron before speaking out for a final time in his first, in-ring, promo.
AWESOME! ONE, ADRIAN JOBS
“Unfortunately there is much time left for me to speak so I guess the best way to end is by stating the obvious. Karolina…are you going to lose at Third Degree Burns? Yes! Have all your training been for nought? Yes! Are you a ‘Miststück?’ YES! YES! YEEESSSS!!! In just one day and one night you shall get a first lesson of three subjects. One, why I am entering and leaving Third Degree Burns as the Television Champion. Two, why I am ‘The Main Event.’ And three, why I’m simply…”
As he begun his words the male jumped off the apron and began to make his way up the ramp. The crowd delightfully got themselves involved by screaming out ‘yes’ in response to his yeses. By the time Adrian began to speak about his ‘lesson of three subjects’ the Television Champion was already on the stage, with his back towards the black curtain, and at the moments Jobs was about to finish his words…he suddenly stopped. It could have been a moment of ‘shit, I’ve messed up my lines’ but instead the audience shouted out ‘AWESOME’ and the Chicago born Champion smiled lightly at this, dropped his microphone on the stage and mouthed ‘thank you’ before leaving through the black curtains. Chicago crowd were delighted to see their Champion, even if it was just for a promo he planned, as they slowly began to leave the arena in flocks. Adrian Jobs meanwhile wasted no time in getting into the parking lot, getting on his red & black Suzuki Hayabusa and rode off…idiotically forgetting that he has left his clothing, except for the ring gear he’s currently wearing, in the men’s locker room.