Post by J-Mart on Nov 4, 2009 21:59:19 GMT -4
*The scene opens up as Joe Martinez sits on a small black chair in beige cargo pants and a dark blue button up t-shirt. He is wearing a long chain with a fist holding a microphone as the pendant. He has one leg resting on the other, as he observes the room around him. In front of him are huge black poles and vibrant different color lights hanging from the ends of each. Not a single light is the same color and they all shine brightly over, what appears to be, a boxing and or wrestling ring. Joe smirks at the APW camera man, but seems rather unaffected.*
Normally, I get a little agitated when camera's are around me...but, you know what, I've had cameras around me all day.
The camera man says nothing as Joe stands up, leans back, holding the chair for balances, and stretches his back. He gives a big sigh of relief, making sure that he was fit for whatever he might have to perform. He seems to be the only one in the surrounding area, but as the camera turns around, there is a few people mingling at the other end of the room. He walks towards them, but not directly at them, and makes his way to a brown door which he swings open. Inside, the room is much different and much smaller. It's an office of sorts, with a standard sized oak desk sitting in the middle of the room. On either sides, chairs filled with people, and on the desk messy paperwork scattered about across the top and a few pencil cases that line the front with a nametag placed directly center. It's in this nametag that we see our first hint of what in the world this place might be.
On the tag, in gold lettering, is the name of Stephen Spielberg, quite possibly the most famous director of our times. He is sitting with his hands on the desk looking across at Joe‘s girlfriend, Lauren, who looks up at Joe with a smile. Mr. Spielberg, as it says on the plate, stands up and shakes Joe's hand. Joe is enthusiastic with his shake, trying to make a good impression. Lauren pulls Joe down and whispers something in his ear, which Joe responds delightfully to. He turns, walks to the opposite side of the room, and grabs another chair which he places next to Lauren's. He makes himself somewhat comfortable, as Spielberg opens.
Hello, Mr. Martinez. I have been having a lovely conversation with your girlfriend, and apparent manager, and I'm very happy that you are interested in getting some practicing in the directing world.
Thank you very much Stephen, I appreciate your kindness. And yes, I am interested, directing has always been a hobby of mine.
Good...good, very good to hear. Lauren, would you care to tell Mason what we were just discussing?
The camera quickly pans over to Lauren, who pushes back her hair, smiling the whole time, and leans forward in her chair. She presses her hands together as she looks left to Joe.
Sure, I'd love to. Joe, what Stephen and I have been talking about is the fact that we think you could possibly have some sort of talent. However, the fact remains that you do not become a director over night. No...he said to me that certain things have to be tested, examined, and evaluated just like any other job.
You're fine with that, I assume?
No problem, I don't mind at all.
Splendid.
Stephen's face lit up in excitement, as he was loving how open minded Joe was being.
Alright, I'm sorry Lauren, I'm going to finish. Basically what is going to happen, Joe, is that we will take you in an environment that you are used to, and hopefully, comfortable with. Basically, we want to see how well you can act...before you direct anything. We'll put you in a few different scenarios and we'll see how you can do.
Joe rubbed the stubble that lined his chin and cheeks. He brushed back his braided hair, smiled, and stood up. He took a deep breath, reached his hand across the table, and waited.
When do we get started?
We start...right now.
Spielberg wheeled himself around the table with a swift motion, making it to the door, before opening it to let Lauren through. Joe gave a very slight nod as he walked through after. Spielberg picked up the caboose, shutting off the light in the office, followed by the office door, eventually catching up with Joe and Lauren. Spielberg walked over to a big machine with a seat built into and took a seat. This long contraption moved him wherever he controlled it too. So, naturally, he brought it right over to where Joe stood in front of that ring. Stephen raised his voice as he yelled down to them.
Alright, well I do watch a bit of wrestling myself, but I am not so sure as to what exactly goes on. So, I called in and got a list of drills to run you through. So, if you could step in the ring, we can begin.
Joe did as he was requested and walked up the steel ring steps into the ring, eventually standing in the middle and staring up at Stephen. Stephen looked at his list, which the camera caught a glimpse of. It looked as though it was filled with specific directions and Spielberg was to follow them.
Hey, Mr. Spielberg, what am I supposed to be doing.
Ah yes, Lauren. There is a seat behind you, back about 15 feet. I would like you to sit and watch until you are needed and take some notes to share with me at the end of the drill.
Lauren nodded her head knowing now what she would be doing. However, Joe still stood in the ring with a puzzled look on his face.
Yes and now that brings me to you. Joe Martinez, you are about to go head-to-head against Pence Weatherlight at the next Overdrive, are you not?
Yeah, it should be a great match.
Spielberg nodded in approval, and looked around with his eyes squinted and beady. When he found who he was looking for his eyes opened up wide, like an explosion had just occurred in his eyelids. He pointed a small woman in a traditional black t-shirt and black paints, as actors may wear. He lowered the machine, whispered something to her, and she gave him a thumbs up. She walked away to the other side of the ring, and returned a moment later with something in her hands. She rolled into the ring, looking at Joe Martinez, and walking to him. She handed the two items to him and fled the ring immediately, as to not get in the way. A smart move on her part.
Alright Joe, I'm sure you know what those two items are. A authentic APW microphone and a replica APW World Heavyweight championship belt. Those will be the only two props you will have while you do the first drill, alright? So, without further delay, let me give you the scenario in which you have to act. First drill will be a test of aggression. We want you to not be angry, per say, but we want you to perform a promo that is heated, tense, and has a meaning.
Also, here is where a director's instinct comes in. Normally, if we feel a part is missing or doesn't need to be there, we will make the right orders to get rid of it. We do this by creating the parts ourselves. In these drills, not only will you be acting, but you will be tested, as you will in other tests, on how well you can create and freestyle decisions and scenes without losing composure or character. Alright, and the first drill starts in three...two...one...action!
A small beep indicating that the cameras were rolling sounded and Joe knew that the cameras were on. He relaxed his shoulders, looked out at Lauren like she was the crowd, and gave a small grin. He walked around this replica of a ring, being filmed the whole time, just like they would in a movie scene and Joe pondered where to begin. There were so many people he could talk about and so many things he could say, but he didn't have any clue who to start with. So, he just decided to do what he does best, trash talk his next opponent.
Pence Weatherlight…Mr. Main Event, The Reaper, former APW World Champ. Truth be told, you’ve made what some would call, “a fucking impact,“ if you catch my drift.”
Joe cracks a grin.
Being involved in three straight PPV Main Event matches is an accomplishment indeed, even if you were the referee in one of those three and lost the other two.
Now, I know what your thinking, “But Joe, you ain’t never been in a main event match at a PPV!”
True that nigga. But everyone knows that if I was given all the opportunities your sorry ass was given, I’d be champ already. Shit, even that sorry excuse for wrestler, Michael Lively, could have won the belt by now.
Joe licks his lips, pauses, and cocks his head to the left a little, looking in the other direction of the ring before continuing.
I came out here, to put all the rumors down. I came to make sure that people understood the truth about Pence. Every time APW fans tune in on Wednesday, they’re tuning in to see me. I never disappoint. I’m an entertainer, that’s what I do. I entertain. If these fans aren’t happy with my performance, I’m not happy either.
I guess you know a thing or two about pleasing the crowd yourself. But you see, these fans know that you’re incapable of winning. And that’s exactly why they stick by your side all the time. People love seeing things built up, just to be knocked down again.
Ask yourself this Pence. So you become champ again, now what? What are these fans going to root for? For you to retain? Nah, I don’t think so.
Joe's tone starts to get a little more comfortable and a bit more agitated. He looks around the ring, with a devilish grin, thinking about Pence’s career.
It’s for the best Pence if you just step out of the title picture and let younger, better talent like myself in. I’m oh-so famished, and only the taste of championship gold can replenish my will to wrestle.
Lately I’ve been in a slump, true. But the great ones always prevail. This Wednesday on Overdrive, this will never be truer. I’m going to come in with a game plan. If you try to play the striking game with me, I’m taking it to the ground. If you’re trying to work the ground game, we’re standing up.
I will do everything in my power to assure I walk out victorious in this match.
Spielberg is sitting behind the camera, at this point glowing, because he sees that Joe is really getting into things now. Joe adjusts the APW World Heavyweight championship on his shoulder, switches mic hands, and adjusts his collar on his t-shirt. He voice gets a bit more raspy now.
Pathetic, is really the only word to describe him and his career. A man who could have been great...who let it all slide through his fingers. What a joke. Why is this match so important to me? Simple. Gold. I want some around my waist, and what better way to prove you’re a legit title contender than pinning The Reaper himself? You see, regardless of what Jeff tells you, he thinks you’re good. He gives you all of these title opportunities that most of the APW roster would kill for. If I beat you, maybe Jeff will wake up and smell what’s up. I’m the APW’s future, and you on the other hand, well, you had your chance. Several chances actually. You blew ‘em all. I won’t let that shit happen to me once I get my chance at gold.
It should have been me headlining that match with Level One at One Night In Hell. It should have been me instead of Jesse Nunez at Shockwave. Which reminds me, you’re a horrible referee.
You don’t know how frustrating it is to have to sit back and watch punk ass bitches like you getting title shots while the true contenders like me are forced to watch from the locker room.
Joe walks to a turnbuckle and leans against it, relaxing his tone a bit. Spielberg gives him a sign to wrap it up, and Joe sees it.
Consider this match to be a heads up folks. Joe Martinez is legit. It won’t be long until I’m the poster boy of the APW. I’m just waiting for Jeff to realize that the best thing the APW has got going for it right now, is this guy right here. Believe that.
And...cut! Excellent, I may not follow wrestling, but I saw history, I saw passion, and I saw that you really had something to say. If only that could have been for another drill. Still, very good.
Lauren is sitting in the crowd laughing, giving a thumbs up, very much enjoying what Joe just showed her and Stephen. Spielberg heard the noise, lowered himself and called Lauren over. For a brief moment, they talked in whispers, and Lauren relayed some information about the promo to Mr. Spielberg, and Stephen simply nodded.
Well Joe, I have to say, the aggression was there, and you certainly know how to talk on your opponents, but we still have a bit more ahead of us. Are you ready for the second drill?
After getting into it like that, I'm sure I'm ready for anything.
Joe also added in a slight chuckle to that phrase. Spielberg nodded, consulted his list again, and looked back at Joe.
Alright, according to my sheet of paper, the second drill will work on is desperation. So, we have a little more detail this time. You, again will have to figure out who you will cut the promo on, but the setting is that you've lost multiple times to a man you have yet to beat, but want to defeat oh so badly. Can you do that?
Hmm…This would be a better suited scene for Pence, but oh well. I’ll give it a shot. Countdown please.
Alright, no problem. 3....2....1...action!
Joe walks around the ring, rubbing his hands through his hair, pushing it back into big clumps, as he tries to make his eyes somewhat dull looking.
I can't believe it is really happening, but I get another shot at facing Pence Weatherlight. There are so many people in this company that have come and gone, and it's hard to find a guy who can stay through thick and thin and perform at his best the entire time. Well ladies and gentlemen, pence Weatherlight is that guy, and he has been here since what seems like forever and he performs at his top all the time. It's so hard to face against this guy for a couple of reasons. You could say that he is just such a nice guy, that it's almost as if you don't want to go against him...but that'd be a lie. The reason most don't want to face him, is not because he's nice or mean. Not because he is dirty or clean performer. It is because he is so hard to beat. You knock him down, he gets back up. He knocks you down...and he KEEPS you down. That just who he is. Full of power, full of excitement, full of talent.
Joe takes his APW World Heavyweight championship off his shoulder and hangs it up on the top rope, so it is in plain view. The camera pans in on it, but as Joe raises the mic to his mouth again, it pans over quickly.
And some people could say the same thing about me, Joe Martinez., but he has beaten some of the best of the best. He’s accomplished more than most people will in a lifetime and continues to be consistent. Well, that may be true in some circumstances...and against me, this is never truer. Pence Weatherlight is a guy I just can not beat...for whatever reason.
Joe sighs heavily and drops his arms to his sides, slapping his legs in a "C'mon now" type of manner.
Three matches between us...three of them. And three devastating losses later, and I'm sitting her contemplated what I did wrong. How could I lose to one person three times. It's not supposed to happen like this, and every time I look at a different excuse. First time, I thought he got me off guard. Second time, I thought my nerves got to me because of my last time. Third time, I thought I got to over confident to hide my nervousness. Well, thinking about it now, it's none of those three reasons. No, it is a much simpler reason.
Lauren giggles, watching, thinking she knows where it is going, and she is loving it. What she's loving even more is Spielberg's reaction. Joe starts to shake a little bit in his hands.
The reason is that Pence Weatherlight is better than Joe Martinez. No excuses, no if, ands, or buts about it...Pence is the superior wrestler, and up until this last week, have I actually realized it. So what am I supposed to do?
He pauses, as if he is asking the crowd or someone in the area.
Train for hours every day? Study him over and over again? Watch tapes of others who have beaten him? What...because I just can't figure it out.
Joe sighs heavily again, shaking a little more, eventually kind of losing his balance. He stumbles back into the turnbuckle where he sits down, trying to regain himself.
This win...this win would be without a shadow of a doubt, the greatest accomplishment of my career, and I just can't do it. No matter what I try, Weatherlight stops me at every corner, and he's been invading my personal life. I go to hang out with my boys, and I see him beat me at anything, darts, drinking, video games...and all I see is Pence f*cking Weatherlight. I go to sleep and I dream about winning against him, and then I wake up, and I'm devastated once again. He is breaking me down, without trying...and I can't do it anymore.
Joe looks up to the ceiling of the building, trying to contain himself.
I need to beat Weatherlight...for my personal health, for my career, and for my self esteem. And if I can't beat Weatherlight, I'm done. I'm finished and I'll admit it. But I am not going out without a brawl. Scratch, claw, punch, kick, bite, cheat...whatever I have to do...he is my nightmare and I have to do it. This Wednesday is my last chance...and I don't know what I am going to do or what I have to do, but I'll tell Weatherlight one thing...
Joe pauses for some dramatic effect.
I'm not going down without trying harder than I've ever tried before.
Joe stands up, regaining his composure, but drops the mic on the floor, leaving his title behind him, as he exits the ring.
Normally, I get a little agitated when camera's are around me...but, you know what, I've had cameras around me all day.
The camera man says nothing as Joe stands up, leans back, holding the chair for balances, and stretches his back. He gives a big sigh of relief, making sure that he was fit for whatever he might have to perform. He seems to be the only one in the surrounding area, but as the camera turns around, there is a few people mingling at the other end of the room. He walks towards them, but not directly at them, and makes his way to a brown door which he swings open. Inside, the room is much different and much smaller. It's an office of sorts, with a standard sized oak desk sitting in the middle of the room. On either sides, chairs filled with people, and on the desk messy paperwork scattered about across the top and a few pencil cases that line the front with a nametag placed directly center. It's in this nametag that we see our first hint of what in the world this place might be.
On the tag, in gold lettering, is the name of Stephen Spielberg, quite possibly the most famous director of our times. He is sitting with his hands on the desk looking across at Joe‘s girlfriend, Lauren, who looks up at Joe with a smile. Mr. Spielberg, as it says on the plate, stands up and shakes Joe's hand. Joe is enthusiastic with his shake, trying to make a good impression. Lauren pulls Joe down and whispers something in his ear, which Joe responds delightfully to. He turns, walks to the opposite side of the room, and grabs another chair which he places next to Lauren's. He makes himself somewhat comfortable, as Spielberg opens.
Hello, Mr. Martinez. I have been having a lovely conversation with your girlfriend, and apparent manager, and I'm very happy that you are interested in getting some practicing in the directing world.
Thank you very much Stephen, I appreciate your kindness. And yes, I am interested, directing has always been a hobby of mine.
Good...good, very good to hear. Lauren, would you care to tell Mason what we were just discussing?
The camera quickly pans over to Lauren, who pushes back her hair, smiling the whole time, and leans forward in her chair. She presses her hands together as she looks left to Joe.
Sure, I'd love to. Joe, what Stephen and I have been talking about is the fact that we think you could possibly have some sort of talent. However, the fact remains that you do not become a director over night. No...he said to me that certain things have to be tested, examined, and evaluated just like any other job.
You're fine with that, I assume?
No problem, I don't mind at all.
Splendid.
Stephen's face lit up in excitement, as he was loving how open minded Joe was being.
Alright, I'm sorry Lauren, I'm going to finish. Basically what is going to happen, Joe, is that we will take you in an environment that you are used to, and hopefully, comfortable with. Basically, we want to see how well you can act...before you direct anything. We'll put you in a few different scenarios and we'll see how you can do.
Joe rubbed the stubble that lined his chin and cheeks. He brushed back his braided hair, smiled, and stood up. He took a deep breath, reached his hand across the table, and waited.
When do we get started?
We start...right now.
Spielberg wheeled himself around the table with a swift motion, making it to the door, before opening it to let Lauren through. Joe gave a very slight nod as he walked through after. Spielberg picked up the caboose, shutting off the light in the office, followed by the office door, eventually catching up with Joe and Lauren. Spielberg walked over to a big machine with a seat built into and took a seat. This long contraption moved him wherever he controlled it too. So, naturally, he brought it right over to where Joe stood in front of that ring. Stephen raised his voice as he yelled down to them.
Alright, well I do watch a bit of wrestling myself, but I am not so sure as to what exactly goes on. So, I called in and got a list of drills to run you through. So, if you could step in the ring, we can begin.
Joe did as he was requested and walked up the steel ring steps into the ring, eventually standing in the middle and staring up at Stephen. Stephen looked at his list, which the camera caught a glimpse of. It looked as though it was filled with specific directions and Spielberg was to follow them.
Hey, Mr. Spielberg, what am I supposed to be doing.
Ah yes, Lauren. There is a seat behind you, back about 15 feet. I would like you to sit and watch until you are needed and take some notes to share with me at the end of the drill.
Lauren nodded her head knowing now what she would be doing. However, Joe still stood in the ring with a puzzled look on his face.
Yes and now that brings me to you. Joe Martinez, you are about to go head-to-head against Pence Weatherlight at the next Overdrive, are you not?
Yeah, it should be a great match.
Spielberg nodded in approval, and looked around with his eyes squinted and beady. When he found who he was looking for his eyes opened up wide, like an explosion had just occurred in his eyelids. He pointed a small woman in a traditional black t-shirt and black paints, as actors may wear. He lowered the machine, whispered something to her, and she gave him a thumbs up. She walked away to the other side of the ring, and returned a moment later with something in her hands. She rolled into the ring, looking at Joe Martinez, and walking to him. She handed the two items to him and fled the ring immediately, as to not get in the way. A smart move on her part.
Alright Joe, I'm sure you know what those two items are. A authentic APW microphone and a replica APW World Heavyweight championship belt. Those will be the only two props you will have while you do the first drill, alright? So, without further delay, let me give you the scenario in which you have to act. First drill will be a test of aggression. We want you to not be angry, per say, but we want you to perform a promo that is heated, tense, and has a meaning.
Also, here is where a director's instinct comes in. Normally, if we feel a part is missing or doesn't need to be there, we will make the right orders to get rid of it. We do this by creating the parts ourselves. In these drills, not only will you be acting, but you will be tested, as you will in other tests, on how well you can create and freestyle decisions and scenes without losing composure or character. Alright, and the first drill starts in three...two...one...action!
A small beep indicating that the cameras were rolling sounded and Joe knew that the cameras were on. He relaxed his shoulders, looked out at Lauren like she was the crowd, and gave a small grin. He walked around this replica of a ring, being filmed the whole time, just like they would in a movie scene and Joe pondered where to begin. There were so many people he could talk about and so many things he could say, but he didn't have any clue who to start with. So, he just decided to do what he does best, trash talk his next opponent.
Pence Weatherlight…Mr. Main Event, The Reaper, former APW World Champ. Truth be told, you’ve made what some would call, “a fucking impact,“ if you catch my drift.”
Joe cracks a grin.
Being involved in three straight PPV Main Event matches is an accomplishment indeed, even if you were the referee in one of those three and lost the other two.
Now, I know what your thinking, “But Joe, you ain’t never been in a main event match at a PPV!”
True that nigga. But everyone knows that if I was given all the opportunities your sorry ass was given, I’d be champ already. Shit, even that sorry excuse for wrestler, Michael Lively, could have won the belt by now.
Joe licks his lips, pauses, and cocks his head to the left a little, looking in the other direction of the ring before continuing.
I came out here, to put all the rumors down. I came to make sure that people understood the truth about Pence. Every time APW fans tune in on Wednesday, they’re tuning in to see me. I never disappoint. I’m an entertainer, that’s what I do. I entertain. If these fans aren’t happy with my performance, I’m not happy either.
I guess you know a thing or two about pleasing the crowd yourself. But you see, these fans know that you’re incapable of winning. And that’s exactly why they stick by your side all the time. People love seeing things built up, just to be knocked down again.
Ask yourself this Pence. So you become champ again, now what? What are these fans going to root for? For you to retain? Nah, I don’t think so.
Joe's tone starts to get a little more comfortable and a bit more agitated. He looks around the ring, with a devilish grin, thinking about Pence’s career.
It’s for the best Pence if you just step out of the title picture and let younger, better talent like myself in. I’m oh-so famished, and only the taste of championship gold can replenish my will to wrestle.
Lately I’ve been in a slump, true. But the great ones always prevail. This Wednesday on Overdrive, this will never be truer. I’m going to come in with a game plan. If you try to play the striking game with me, I’m taking it to the ground. If you’re trying to work the ground game, we’re standing up.
I will do everything in my power to assure I walk out victorious in this match.
Spielberg is sitting behind the camera, at this point glowing, because he sees that Joe is really getting into things now. Joe adjusts the APW World Heavyweight championship on his shoulder, switches mic hands, and adjusts his collar on his t-shirt. He voice gets a bit more raspy now.
Pathetic, is really the only word to describe him and his career. A man who could have been great...who let it all slide through his fingers. What a joke. Why is this match so important to me? Simple. Gold. I want some around my waist, and what better way to prove you’re a legit title contender than pinning The Reaper himself? You see, regardless of what Jeff tells you, he thinks you’re good. He gives you all of these title opportunities that most of the APW roster would kill for. If I beat you, maybe Jeff will wake up and smell what’s up. I’m the APW’s future, and you on the other hand, well, you had your chance. Several chances actually. You blew ‘em all. I won’t let that shit happen to me once I get my chance at gold.
It should have been me headlining that match with Level One at One Night In Hell. It should have been me instead of Jesse Nunez at Shockwave. Which reminds me, you’re a horrible referee.
You don’t know how frustrating it is to have to sit back and watch punk ass bitches like you getting title shots while the true contenders like me are forced to watch from the locker room.
Joe walks to a turnbuckle and leans against it, relaxing his tone a bit. Spielberg gives him a sign to wrap it up, and Joe sees it.
Consider this match to be a heads up folks. Joe Martinez is legit. It won’t be long until I’m the poster boy of the APW. I’m just waiting for Jeff to realize that the best thing the APW has got going for it right now, is this guy right here. Believe that.
And...cut! Excellent, I may not follow wrestling, but I saw history, I saw passion, and I saw that you really had something to say. If only that could have been for another drill. Still, very good.
Lauren is sitting in the crowd laughing, giving a thumbs up, very much enjoying what Joe just showed her and Stephen. Spielberg heard the noise, lowered himself and called Lauren over. For a brief moment, they talked in whispers, and Lauren relayed some information about the promo to Mr. Spielberg, and Stephen simply nodded.
Well Joe, I have to say, the aggression was there, and you certainly know how to talk on your opponents, but we still have a bit more ahead of us. Are you ready for the second drill?
After getting into it like that, I'm sure I'm ready for anything.
Joe also added in a slight chuckle to that phrase. Spielberg nodded, consulted his list again, and looked back at Joe.
Alright, according to my sheet of paper, the second drill will work on is desperation. So, we have a little more detail this time. You, again will have to figure out who you will cut the promo on, but the setting is that you've lost multiple times to a man you have yet to beat, but want to defeat oh so badly. Can you do that?
Hmm…This would be a better suited scene for Pence, but oh well. I’ll give it a shot. Countdown please.
Alright, no problem. 3....2....1...action!
Joe walks around the ring, rubbing his hands through his hair, pushing it back into big clumps, as he tries to make his eyes somewhat dull looking.
I can't believe it is really happening, but I get another shot at facing Pence Weatherlight. There are so many people in this company that have come and gone, and it's hard to find a guy who can stay through thick and thin and perform at his best the entire time. Well ladies and gentlemen, pence Weatherlight is that guy, and he has been here since what seems like forever and he performs at his top all the time. It's so hard to face against this guy for a couple of reasons. You could say that he is just such a nice guy, that it's almost as if you don't want to go against him...but that'd be a lie. The reason most don't want to face him, is not because he's nice or mean. Not because he is dirty or clean performer. It is because he is so hard to beat. You knock him down, he gets back up. He knocks you down...and he KEEPS you down. That just who he is. Full of power, full of excitement, full of talent.
Joe takes his APW World Heavyweight championship off his shoulder and hangs it up on the top rope, so it is in plain view. The camera pans in on it, but as Joe raises the mic to his mouth again, it pans over quickly.
And some people could say the same thing about me, Joe Martinez., but he has beaten some of the best of the best. He’s accomplished more than most people will in a lifetime and continues to be consistent. Well, that may be true in some circumstances...and against me, this is never truer. Pence Weatherlight is a guy I just can not beat...for whatever reason.
Joe sighs heavily and drops his arms to his sides, slapping his legs in a "C'mon now" type of manner.
Three matches between us...three of them. And three devastating losses later, and I'm sitting her contemplated what I did wrong. How could I lose to one person three times. It's not supposed to happen like this, and every time I look at a different excuse. First time, I thought he got me off guard. Second time, I thought my nerves got to me because of my last time. Third time, I thought I got to over confident to hide my nervousness. Well, thinking about it now, it's none of those three reasons. No, it is a much simpler reason.
Lauren giggles, watching, thinking she knows where it is going, and she is loving it. What she's loving even more is Spielberg's reaction. Joe starts to shake a little bit in his hands.
The reason is that Pence Weatherlight is better than Joe Martinez. No excuses, no if, ands, or buts about it...Pence is the superior wrestler, and up until this last week, have I actually realized it. So what am I supposed to do?
He pauses, as if he is asking the crowd or someone in the area.
Train for hours every day? Study him over and over again? Watch tapes of others who have beaten him? What...because I just can't figure it out.
Joe sighs heavily again, shaking a little more, eventually kind of losing his balance. He stumbles back into the turnbuckle where he sits down, trying to regain himself.
This win...this win would be without a shadow of a doubt, the greatest accomplishment of my career, and I just can't do it. No matter what I try, Weatherlight stops me at every corner, and he's been invading my personal life. I go to hang out with my boys, and I see him beat me at anything, darts, drinking, video games...and all I see is Pence f*cking Weatherlight. I go to sleep and I dream about winning against him, and then I wake up, and I'm devastated once again. He is breaking me down, without trying...and I can't do it anymore.
Joe looks up to the ceiling of the building, trying to contain himself.
I need to beat Weatherlight...for my personal health, for my career, and for my self esteem. And if I can't beat Weatherlight, I'm done. I'm finished and I'll admit it. But I am not going out without a brawl. Scratch, claw, punch, kick, bite, cheat...whatever I have to do...he is my nightmare and I have to do it. This Wednesday is my last chance...and I don't know what I am going to do or what I have to do, but I'll tell Weatherlight one thing...
Joe pauses for some dramatic effect.
I'm not going down without trying harder than I've ever tried before.
Joe stands up, regaining his composure, but drops the mic on the floor, leaving his title behind him, as he exits the ring.
