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Date Posted: 22:19:16 05/01/03 Thu
Author: Springheel Jack
Subject: Breaking you down

{The interior of the production truck is shown. Springheel Jack is standing by a monitor, fast-forwarding and rewinding some footage on two of the screens. The camera zooms in, and on one screen there is footage from Blaze from a few months ago. The second screen shows footage of the Fatal Four-Way match for the World Title, with Phenom ultimately winning. Springheel Jack has a confused look on his face.}

Springheel Jack: Nightmare, I just don’t get it. I’m trying to do some research on you for our match at Blaze, so I figured I’d look up some of your title defenses. Yet I get to this tape, the big pay-per-view match you were supposed to have with NoBody, and what do I find? A Fatal Four-Way, with you nowhere to be found. I don’t get it. I mean, here you are on Blaze, right before the event. You’re holding the World title, you’re talking about your match with NoBody, but then….nothing. No injury, no disqualification. You just disappeared.

{Springheel Jack moves to another monitor, where Nightmare’s return at Pheonix Rising is shown.}

Springheel Jack: This is the next available clip of you that I could find. This clip where you stand next to your own brother in the ring, after he had fought a long and grueling match, and what do you do? You attack him. You cheap shot him and leave him lying. And you call me the one who utilizes sneak attacks? Please.

{Springheel moves to yet another monitor, where Nightmare’s match against Jack Hammer is shown.}

Springheel Jack: And your big return match. You know I watched that one. Hell, we all had to in the back, it was all that was on. And you know what? You shouldn’t be complaining about me taking down Jack Hammer earlier in the night. From the looks of things, your ring rust would have cost you the match if it wasn’t for my help. You should be thanking me, not running your mouth on me on the radio.

That’s right, Nightmare. I heard your little piece on the Stern show. Hey, if you want to have your ego padded by Howard Stern, that’s fine by me. If you want to feel like a big man by intimidating a studio full of radio talent, but not in-ring talent, that’s ok, too. Just don’t think for a minute that I’m buying any of it. I know all about you now, Nightmare. I know the type of man you are. You’re no champion, and you’re certainly not glorious. You’re just a coward. A big, whining pussy. You got the World Title the same way Phenom got his, by sucking up to the backstage suits. Now you have the nerve to bash Phenom as champion? And then what do you do as champion? You get NoBody. You finally get an opponent who you know can, and would have, beaten the crap out of you to take that title away. And what do you do? You run away. You pack up shop and get the hell out of Dodge! Like a thief in the night you steal away and you hide under a rock somewhere until your ego couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to feel important once again. So you come back to this company. You attack your own brother, just seconds after a brutal match had weakened him. You step into the ring with a piece of crap like Jack Hammer and barely beat him. You run your mouth about Phenom and NoBody and the World Title. You say that you deserve to be champion, even though the last time you were champion you ran away like a scared little bitch. But that’s all fine and dandy by me, Nightmare. Or it was, until you dragged my name into all of it.

You see, unlike you, Nightmare, I am a true champion. I am the most Glorious Champion this company has ever seen! When I was in the MWA, I was a champion. I faced every competitor that wanted my title, and I beat them all. Then the company closed down. Did I run away? Did I go home and cry? No. I sucked up my pride and marched right into The Pheonix Promotion and right onto Blaze and I laid down a challenge to Vic Vegas for this very title. And I worked hard. I didn’t expect a title shot just to be handed to me because of who I was. I didn’t say that Vic Vegas wasn’t the true champion. I just walked into the ring when I’d earned that right, and I kicked the hell out of him. Just like I’m going to kick the hell out of you come Monday night. Because at Blaze, it won’t be about your ego, and I won’t be as easy an opponent as Icon or Jack Hammer or even, “gasp,” Artie Lange. No, Nightmare, at Blaze you get to step into the ring with pure Glory and get your ass handed to you. That is, if you don’t quit the company again before our match!

{With that, Springheel Jack turns back to a monitor showing Nightmare’s match from last Blaze as the scene ends.}

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