Post by Jack Severn on Feb 6, 2021 22:53:49 GMT -6
A suited and sunglasses wearing Jack Severn walks into frame, sitting and relaxing on a lavish red leather couch. He pours a glass of wine for himself before setting it down on the table in front of him. An unseen male interviewer clears his throat from behind the camera. Jack speaks first, however.
JS: Are you comfortable?
I: I.. I suppose so.
JS: Good, good. You can see I'm quite comfortable, so it's only right that you're comfortable as well. I do appear comfortable, right?
I: Um.. right, right.
JS: I look comfortable?
I: Yes.. Yes you look very comfortable.
Jack smiles before suddenly and angrily throwing his wine glass against the wall behind him.
JS: I AM NOT COMFORTABLE! NOT ONE FUCKING BIT.
I: I...
JS: Well, do you want to know why?
I: I guess-
JS: Come on Mr. Interviewer-Man, do your job and interview me!
I: W-Why aren't you comfortable?
Jack laughs.
JS: Because I just signed a contract to the EWC.. and they didn't award me a championship match on my debut. They didn't give me the highest tier contract. They didn't roll out the red carpet. They didn't treat me like a star. Do you know how insulting that is?
I: I mean.. You are fairly young and might have to prove-
JS: Prove?! Prove what? Look at me. I'm a stud. I've grinded on the independent scene to get to this point. I've hurt so many people just to get to this one specific opportunity: a television contract. How many wrestlers at my age get a television contract?
I: N-Not many.. but wrestlers are getting younger every day..
JS: So what? I'm just another wrestler? I'm just another face getting eaten up by this corporation, enslaved to work towards a brass ring that doesn't even exist? No, no no no. I'm a different breed. Another animal entirely. I deserve better, because I am better.
I: What makes you different from everybody else?
JS: That's a very good question. What makes me different? Is it my good looks? No, there's plenty of attractive people in wrestling. Maybe it's my age and ability ratio? We just went over that. Or... maybe it's that I'm the very definition of extreme. This company IS called Extreme Wrestling Corporation, is it not?
I: ...Yes, yes it is.
JS: Then I am the most extreme wrestler you will ever lay eyes upon.
I: Why do you say that?
JS: Heading into this company, I thought it was going to be wrestlers like me. Athletes who take their job seriously. But when I got here, all I saw was... a clown as champion and a bunch of garbage wrestlers lining up for their next chance to spill their own blood. That's not what I'm about. That's not what extreme means to me.
I: Then what does extreme mean to you?
JS: It means you do anything it takes to achieve your goals. It means you work smarter than anyone else in the back. It means you will stop at nothing to get recognized as the best. It has nothing to do with going through tables or fighting to the death in a cage.
I: And you believe you have those qualities?
JS: I don't just have them, I embody them. I know everyone's move before they make it. Everything that I do is to push me a little further to becoming champion. Not just any champion, but THE champion. The one Ronald McDonald holds. That's my goal right there. And I can hear you already, "Jack, why do you think you deserve to be champion already? You just debuted!". I know it sounds ridiculous coming from anyone else, but look at me. Look into my eyes. Listen to every word coming out of my glorious bearded face. I am the truth. I am pro wrestling. And I am extreme.
I: So do you think you're going to become champion soon?
JS: Maybe not as soon as I deserve, no, everything takes time. But have patience. Everyone can look back to this interview and remember it as the beginning of my era. My era on top. But Rome wasn't built in a day, nor will my empire be. The throne from which I will sit upon will be made of many fallen opponents, none of whom are as good as me.
I: Then what are your immediate plans? Any opponents in mind?
JS: It doesn't matter who you put me against, it all ends the same way. What you should be asking is where am I going to be seen next in the EWC.
I: Okay then, where are you going to be making your debut?
JS: Monday Night Brawl, I'm scheduled to debut on the February 22nd edition. It is currently February 6th. Which means, my debut is 16 days away. A month after that is the EWC's biggest show of the year, Stranglemania. And while I might not be on that PPV card, simply because I came in a bit late, I expect everyone on that show to know that I'll be watching. Studying the ones who think they're the best in this industry. Planning for next year, where I'll surely be main eventing. Planning my hit-list, so to speak. But for now... all of you on the Monday Night Brawl roster, and throughout the other brands of the EWC... you have 16 days. 16 days of normalcy before my throne begins its construction. 16 days before things actually get extreme around here. 16 days before everything you love becomes mine. Enjoy the peace. Enjoy the silence.
Jack leans back, finished with his rant.
I: Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, that was HEARTLESS Jack Severn, coming soon to Monday Night Brawl.
Fin.
JS: Are you comfortable?
I: I.. I suppose so.
JS: Good, good. You can see I'm quite comfortable, so it's only right that you're comfortable as well. I do appear comfortable, right?
I: Um.. right, right.
JS: I look comfortable?
I: Yes.. Yes you look very comfortable.
Jack smiles before suddenly and angrily throwing his wine glass against the wall behind him.
JS: I AM NOT COMFORTABLE! NOT ONE FUCKING BIT.
I: I...
JS: Well, do you want to know why?
I: I guess-
JS: Come on Mr. Interviewer-Man, do your job and interview me!
I: W-Why aren't you comfortable?
Jack laughs.
JS: Because I just signed a contract to the EWC.. and they didn't award me a championship match on my debut. They didn't give me the highest tier contract. They didn't roll out the red carpet. They didn't treat me like a star. Do you know how insulting that is?
I: I mean.. You are fairly young and might have to prove-
JS: Prove?! Prove what? Look at me. I'm a stud. I've grinded on the independent scene to get to this point. I've hurt so many people just to get to this one specific opportunity: a television contract. How many wrestlers at my age get a television contract?
I: N-Not many.. but wrestlers are getting younger every day..
JS: So what? I'm just another wrestler? I'm just another face getting eaten up by this corporation, enslaved to work towards a brass ring that doesn't even exist? No, no no no. I'm a different breed. Another animal entirely. I deserve better, because I am better.
I: What makes you different from everybody else?
JS: That's a very good question. What makes me different? Is it my good looks? No, there's plenty of attractive people in wrestling. Maybe it's my age and ability ratio? We just went over that. Or... maybe it's that I'm the very definition of extreme. This company IS called Extreme Wrestling Corporation, is it not?
I: ...Yes, yes it is.
JS: Then I am the most extreme wrestler you will ever lay eyes upon.
I: Why do you say that?
JS: Heading into this company, I thought it was going to be wrestlers like me. Athletes who take their job seriously. But when I got here, all I saw was... a clown as champion and a bunch of garbage wrestlers lining up for their next chance to spill their own blood. That's not what I'm about. That's not what extreme means to me.
I: Then what does extreme mean to you?
JS: It means you do anything it takes to achieve your goals. It means you work smarter than anyone else in the back. It means you will stop at nothing to get recognized as the best. It has nothing to do with going through tables or fighting to the death in a cage.
I: And you believe you have those qualities?
JS: I don't just have them, I embody them. I know everyone's move before they make it. Everything that I do is to push me a little further to becoming champion. Not just any champion, but THE champion. The one Ronald McDonald holds. That's my goal right there. And I can hear you already, "Jack, why do you think you deserve to be champion already? You just debuted!". I know it sounds ridiculous coming from anyone else, but look at me. Look into my eyes. Listen to every word coming out of my glorious bearded face. I am the truth. I am pro wrestling. And I am extreme.
I: So do you think you're going to become champion soon?
JS: Maybe not as soon as I deserve, no, everything takes time. But have patience. Everyone can look back to this interview and remember it as the beginning of my era. My era on top. But Rome wasn't built in a day, nor will my empire be. The throne from which I will sit upon will be made of many fallen opponents, none of whom are as good as me.
I: Then what are your immediate plans? Any opponents in mind?
JS: It doesn't matter who you put me against, it all ends the same way. What you should be asking is where am I going to be seen next in the EWC.
I: Okay then, where are you going to be making your debut?
JS: Monday Night Brawl, I'm scheduled to debut on the February 22nd edition. It is currently February 6th. Which means, my debut is 16 days away. A month after that is the EWC's biggest show of the year, Stranglemania. And while I might not be on that PPV card, simply because I came in a bit late, I expect everyone on that show to know that I'll be watching. Studying the ones who think they're the best in this industry. Planning for next year, where I'll surely be main eventing. Planning my hit-list, so to speak. But for now... all of you on the Monday Night Brawl roster, and throughout the other brands of the EWC... you have 16 days. 16 days of normalcy before my throne begins its construction. 16 days before things actually get extreme around here. 16 days before everything you love becomes mine. Enjoy the peace. Enjoy the silence.
Jack leans back, finished with his rant.
I: Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, that was HEARTLESS Jack Severn, coming soon to Monday Night Brawl.
Fin.