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Earn Your Keep; Prime
Topic Started: Mar 12 2009, 08:13 AM (59 Views)
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Prime: Isn't it nice when we can all get along..?

Prime asks rhetorically while surveying and smirking at the on screen love-fest between Ethan Adams and El Lumberjacko. Turning away from the monitors third person perspective, Primes face disfigures itself into something of a sour sneer. He treads deeper into SS&S territory... namely their locker room... and takes a seat on the end of a long wooden bench that stretches parallel to a walls length of wooden lockers. Sighing greatly, Primes scoots his gear bag from beneath the bench and digs deep inside, drawing out his gear, but most importantly, the Dual Crown title belts.

Prime: And since we're on the subject of assholes, I figured I'd take some time here and tear both Ethan Adams and El Lumberjacko a new one. Take that any way you want, Jacko...

Prime offers with both a mocking smirk and a dismissive shrug.

Prime: See, here are a couple of guys who have drunk so much of their own koolaide that they don't know what's up and what's down. Case in point... Ethan Adams is still on this new blood bandwagon. And far be it for this political old timer to blow your conspiracy theory, Ethan, but there really is no theory to your conspiracy. To be honest, I find it extremely difficult to accept the fact that you believe in all this shit of yours. As far as I'm concerned, you're just another mouthpiece spewing just another sound byte. You're trying to get over with both the people out there and the boys back here... pathetic really.

A shake of the champs head sets his disgust on display.

Prime: But for arguments sake, let's say Ethan Adams is truly a genuine crusading sum bitch.

Shrug. Pause.

Prime: I said sum bitch, Jacko... wanna make an even bigger deal out of it?

Prime asks with a grin. He shakes his head though and casts the obvious flame-bating off.

Prime: Anyway, back to Etham Adams... right off the hop, your plot's got more holes in it than Highlander two! You drop names like Blake Orange and Harrison O'Reily... friend, those two cats signed on the SS&S dotted line. So as near as Smark and the rest of us associates are concerned, their future and the success there in are well assured.

He says with a chuckle, openly mocking Ethan and his opinions.

Prime: You sit back and you point fingers saying, that guy... that guy is what's wrong with FIW. Guys like Jim and I, right? Guys who had their shot and now need to shuffle on outta the spotlight, right? But you see, Ethan Adams, you've got it all backwards. Guys like Jim and myself... we're not dinosaurs. We're mainstays. We're not selfish. We're dedicated. Think about this...

Prime inches forward on the bench and leans in close to the camera for a more intimate engagement.

Prime: If guys like Jim O'Brien and I weren't as dedicated to the success of FIW as we clearly are and always have been, then your sniveling little ass wouldn't have a job! And even if you did, you certainly wouldn't be as famous as you are because, dare I say, there would be no FIW. Certainly not the global phenominon that is FIW anyway. What it all boils down to is there would be no grand stage... no celebrity springboard for you to ply your trade. So do yourself a favor, Ethan Adams, and heed the old saying, never bite the hand that feeds you.

Prime leans back from the camera.

Prime: It takes a lot of sand to spit in the face of those who paved the way, so maybe Jim and I should remind you why we've managed to stay at the top of this game for as long as we have, hmm? Bottom line, Ethan Adams... a whining attitude like yours accounts for shit all when you're in a business that expects a man to earn his keep. So shut your mouth and earn it like you use to!

After plunging forth a pointed finger, Prime reels back and sighs while his open hands slap heavily against his bare thighs. The slap of flesh on flesh resonates in the room a moment while Prime prepares to say more.

Prime: Now as far as your little buddy, Jacko is concerned... I think I've listened to all I'm willing to listen to when it comes to him. It's the same old shit, Jack, and yet for all your talk you've failed to make good on any of it. You're still a loser. You're still a crying little bitch. But apart from what you are, what you aren't is the Dual Crown Champion. And in my mind, you aren't the number one contender. Why? Because you haven’t done anything to earn it.

Prime puts a lot of stress on the word, "earn".

Prime: You're just a kid with a chip on his shoulder that the spin-doctors here in FIW can twist and turn into ratings and money. Beyond that, what have you got going for you? What have you done?

Prime puts the question to El Lumberjacko while pausing a moment. An answer obviously won't come from Jacko right now, so Prime forges on.

Prime: I'll say it because I know you're too proud and stubborn to... nothing! Not a damn thing! Did you win the Condemned Fetish match to be the number one contender at Anarchy in the UK? Nope. You weren't even among the final four. Did you win Sundays ReVolt Rumble? Seeing as I put down Ash Koopa in the main event, I'm going to have to go with no again. You're not a contender, Jack, and certainly not the number one contender... you're a pest. Plain and simple. You said so yourself... you won't ever go away. You'll keep coming back. So really, what you're telling me is a table isn't enough. What you're telling me is I need a bigger bug swatter.

Prime sets narrowed eyes upon the camera and glares beyond its lens.

Prime: Don't fool yourself with delusions of grandeur, Jack, because in the grand scheme of things you're nothing special at all. Not when you're being compared to me. Oh sure... you can try and knock me down a peg or two while taking a jab at the SS&S boys, and maybe you're a clever little fuck when you draw comparisons between us and those Reject failures, but at the end of the day what I've got working in my favor is the fact that I am still the Dual Crown Champion. And more on that, I won these titles despite your best efforts to stop me. And even more so, I beat two guys in one night to actually earn them. There's that word again, Jack... earn.

More exaggeration burdened upon the word, "earn".

Prime: That's a word that's beyond the likes of you and Ethan Adams. It's a foreign concept. You're not willing to do what it takes to earn your way here in FIW. You want to whine and bitch and moan so you can fast track to the front of the line. You want to make noise so the powers that be will pacify you with what you want. Bottom line, Jack... for a man who has everything falling at his feet, you've got nothing to show for it. And because of that very obvious fact, you'll get no regard or respect from me or anyone else like me.

Prime crosses his huge arms over his broad chest and draws a deep breath.

Prime: About a week back, Ash Koopa said he was the man to beat here in FIW, but I proved him wrong when I squashed him and his little up-rising Sunday night. See, Ash Koopa forgot about the most fundamental fact that there is in this business, and it's simply this... to be the man you have to beat the man.

Having been laying on top of his gear bag through out his monologue, Prime hoists both Dual Crown titles from the floor and slings them over his shoulders. After glancing at both championship plates that do indeed bare his namesake, Prime settles a confident gaze upon the camera.

Prime: And who's the man?

Prime asks while again leaning toward the camera, this time dripping with championship chrome. A thumb answers that question as it stabs at his chest while a confident smile threatens to cross the line into arrogance.

Prime: I'm the man.
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