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Post by "The Saviour" Jacob Senn on Oct 2, 2011 15:20:39 GMT -5
"The ladder of success is best climbed by stepping on the rungs of opportunity." - Ayn RandClimbing the Ladder of Success September 30th, 2011
Undisclosed ChurchWe begin with a camera closeup on a cross. The cross looks like it is very old and weathered and it is hanging above the pedestal where we Jacob Senn in front of it. Jacob has his eyes closed, on his knees, and his arms are extended out to his sides making it out to be like he is praying. It is a few minutes before Jacob rises and looks over at the cameraman with a content look on his face. He is wearing his usual street gear with his necklaces and everything. The glass mosaic behind him really sets the tone around the church. We see that he is beginning to speak to the cameraman, but his eyes are looking up in the sky and after this statement they come back down to look at the camera.Jacob Senn:
What is with the world and sin? Every single time I look around there is sin here, sin there. People stealing from markets and stores, people killing each other over petty arguments that started for no particular reason and more for reasons unknown to itself. They believe in the lies that the sins they commit are not by choice, but they are. These types of people all around the world have made this world run on their sins and corruption that makes us seems so evil and cruel to the people who know the truth. My mission to save ThyWWE of this evil and the temptations to do those evil that the world has to offer the the people that make up it up. Once all of ThyWWE has been cleansed, it will spread like a wave of glorification and salvation to the lands around us. Then, the whole entire world that we call Earth will be in peace, not at constant war, and no more sin will be in existence or in the knowledge of the future generation of it. People like Drew McIntyre, or our world champion Sheamus, or their manager Jim Cornette do not care or wish for this to happen because they are few of the many people who keeps the sin going and keeps it rejuvenated. They are the ones who want to spread this evil to every reach of the world like a black tar-like poison or an incurable disease like AIDS or HIV. It is time for a rebellion against these men who use those evils, those sins to get what they think they deserve when really they do not deserve anything that this world has to offer to them. It is time for a revolution against them and declare an order of peace and tranquility and make sure that this world will not be eaten by the beast of destruction and sin like it is right now. It is time for a new era here in this world. [/color] He takes a breather and continues on his speech to the ThyWWE universe while he is now at the pedestal.Jacob Senn:
Today, I have a message to the fans of our wrestling company, the ThyWWE universe. My message is truth. What is truth? Truth is that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality. The people that have to go against me on that night have not faced the reality of what will happen. They have not faced the truth of what is destined to come. Wrestlemania belongs to The Saviour of ThyWWE, me. Wrestlemania is where my light shines brighter, where I am at the best of my best. I train my hardest, I get my mindset on that victory, and I enlighten myself to the fact that anyone can lose at Wrestlemania. But, I will try my best to make sure that I will be the one to make it out of the greatest show of ThyWWE with a shot against the world champion and retain my ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship. Those are the realities, those are the truths about what will happen at Wrestlemania. But, the lies and false accusations about Wrestlemania is that I will be in defeat and lose my ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship. Many people think that I have dropped the ball when it comes to the ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship and believes that Drew McIntyre will take advantage of the situation and win his first championship here in ThyWWE. He has those lies and fallacies all in his head and has believed in them so much that he believes that those are actually the reality in the situation. But, he has been plagued by the sin of greed like many here and his downfall will happen just like the rest. The sad thing is, it will happen at the biggest PPV of the year, Wrestlemania. People have used their mouths and words to tell you the lies so you will be mislead in the belief of you defeating me for my ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship. They use their words as weapons to make it where you can defeat me when it is inevitable that it will be me who walks out with the championship in hand. The people feeding you these lies are the same who are said to be your friends, Jim Cornette and Sheamus. As scripture says in Psalms 52:2-4,"Thy tongue deviseth mischiefs; like a sharp razor, working deceitfully. Thou lovest evil more than good; and lying rather than to speak righteousness. Selah. Thou lovest all devouring words, O thou deceitful tongue." You are working beside deceivers and people who use other to get what they want. I am truthful and I am the closest to the truth than anyone in ThyWWE. [/color] He takes a breath and begins a different subject while having his black Bible with the weird looking cross on the front that he has read from.Jacob Senn:
I am going to talk directly to you now, Drew McIntyre. Drew, you are obsessed with the fact the I am holding something that you think belongs to you. Your crazed obsession must have blinded you from the truth and reality of this situation. I am the current ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion and you are just the eager and hungry man waiting idly by for his chance to shine in the spotlight. Your obsession is blinding you from the reality of what is to happen at the Grandest Stage of Them All. I will walk out of Wrestlemania with victory while the rest of my opponents, that includes you Drew, will be lying on their backs writhing in defeat. The people want someone who can stare in the face of the beast of adversary and be able to spit in its face and take it out. I am that man. I am a man born without a conscious for this reason. To exile the evil of this world back where it belongs, that is my reason. That reason, that goal, that mission is what I was sent here to do. I have preached this message already to the ThyWWE universe and now it it your turn to hear this message and let it sink in to that thick skull that the usual Scotsman has. You are pure unadulterated evil, Drew. You have attacked me from behind, stolen my ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship, and have accused me of having something that belongs to you, this championship belt that I have on my shoulder. At Wrestlemania, you will be taken out of the championship picture for good. You will be exterminated like the common household bugs that those men who call themselves exterminators kill with their pesticides and bug bombs. You will sit there in pain, whining to the fact that you are not the champion and that you will not be the face of this company. I am the face of ThyWWE because I am also the Saviour of ThyWWE. I am the one who has the best of everything you need to be a professional wrestler these days. I have to communication with the fans, I have the microphone skills, I have the in-ring ability, I have it all. There is nothing I can not do. I can risk it all and do the most extreme move that you have ever seen in your career. But, I can also physically and mentally dissect you and break every bone in your body so you can't get up. The choice is yours. Since you have the match stipulation choice, you have the decision. But I will win and still be the reigning champion here. I will be the one who is superior while you will still be waiting to become a wrestler at my level of stardom. Because I am better because I am a Saviour while you are just a regular normal man. You may want to deny it, but deep down you have always known it ever since you stepped foot in my company. [/color] Jacob takes another breath to get some more oxygen into his lungs and begins to depart from the church.
Jacob Senn:
Well, my time in this religious ground is through. I have one final stop on the Wrestlemania Week Tour. I need to get there before I miss my short screen time that I have there. All I have to say is that Drew, you better be ready for what is to come in that ring. Because, when it is just me and you, one on one, mono y mono, I am going to hold nothing back. I will leave the consciousness that I have out, all my emotions gone, and make sure that you will never be able to get me in the ring for this ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship ever again. You can trust me on that. Jacob goes outside and into his regular Mustang that he drives in and leaves for the final stop on the Wrestlemania Week Tour in Los Angeles.Monday Night RAW Live Event
October 1st, 2011
Los Angeles Memorial ColiseumWe begin by the cameras looking all across the sea of fans and they are all screaming their heads off, standing up, waving at the camera, and so excited to be seeing this live event. The Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum is the stage that has been set for us tonight. According to research, this coliseum is able to hold about 100,000 people. Every seat is packed and the people are starting to anxious. We see that the lights begin to turn off and the titantron begins to show this countdown.After a few seconds we see this firework display and then we see this titantron signaling the arrival of "The Saviour" Jacob Senn.Once the drums and guitar begin to play we see Jacob pop out of the backstage area with his ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder. He walks out and taunts toward the fans. The fans are cheering and showing there respect to the current champion. He walks to the steps and goes on the top turnbuckle to do his own signature taunt. He drops down and takes the microphone from the announcer, Steve Cruise, and begins to speak.Jacob Senn:
Hello, Los Angeles! Welcome to my show, the show that belongs to me, Jacob Senn! Many of you are thinking that this is a mirage, this is a hallucination, but you would all be wrong. This is real! This is Jacob Senn, your ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion, in the flesh. You know me. I want you to pull your cell phones and cameras out and I want to you to text your family and friends, take a picture, shoot a video, shoot an e-mail, go on Facebook, go on Twitter, and call everyone and tell them that the ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion, Jacob Senn, is here in Los Angeles, California! I promise to ignite you, to excite you, to delight you and I invite you to strap on your seatbelt, ease the seat back, click it into gear, and throw it into overdrive because ever since I have stepped foot here I have tried to make it 100% entertainment, 100% electricity, and 100% Jacob Senn! Many people all the time ask me the same question because of my moniker. What are you saving us from? Not only the evils that surround us, but also trying to save us from people like Drew McIntyre and Sheamus. Because when I get in the ring with McIntyre, I will take him out and I will get my shot and Sheamus, if he wins at Wrestlemania, and take that championship from him. Then, I will have two championships on this righteous body of mine and when I do Monday Night RAW, ThyWWE, professional wrestling, sports entertainment, entertainment itself, the state of California, the United States, the Western Hemisphere, the whole planet Earth, the heavens above us, the galaxy, and the universe itself will never, never, never, EVER be the same again! Thank you and have a great time on my show! [/color] His theme song begins to play and he begins to depart as this image begins to appear on the titantron while his theme song is playing.END OF RP
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Post by Drew McIntyre on Oct 3, 2011 3:24:07 GMT -5
A car screeches to a halt outside of Drew McIntyre's home in Ayr, Scotland. The driver side door flies open and is quickly slammed shut as a red faced Jim Cornette storms out of the car and begins to angrily approach the front of the house.
Jim Cornette: God fucking damnit. Where the fuck is he? He better be here...he hasn't returned my calls all week, hasn't been to the gym...I bust my ass to get him into a title match, I keep him undefeated...three weeks to go to Wrestlemania, all he has to do is prepare for t he match with Jacob Senn and he falls off the face of the fucking planet! God damnit!
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Not bothering to knock, he flings the door wide open, and before he can take one step, he pauses in shock and almost horror.
Jim Cornette: What the...
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The normally tidy, immaculately clean house of Drew McIntyre, is in a state of fluctuating chaos. Lamps are overturned, clothes are hanging off of picture frames, and there appear to be strange multicolored stains on the floor and the walls. As his eyes approach the ceiling, he winces in disgust, as he views what appears to be a used condom, securely stuck to the ceiling. He proceeds in, careful of where he steps, as if the floor is a mine field. Jim takes a deep breath to steady his nerves, and calls out...
Jim Cornette: Drew? Drew! DREW!!!
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As Cornette exits the entrance hall and enters the living room, he sees three naked women who all appear to be sleeping in various places. A blond is asleep in a chair, a brunette appears to be sleeping on the floor amidst the ruins of what looks to be a coffee table, and a red haired woman is seen sleeping on the counter of the bar in the back of the room. His eyes finally fall on the only male in the room, Drew McIntyre. He is also asleep, his naked form lying half on the couch, and half on the floor, his legs spread wide leaving everything in plain sight. Cornette's face scrunches up in a sight he wished he could forget.
Jim Cornette: Jesus fucking Christ...WAKE THE FUCK UP!
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Cornette yells out, and hears a loud "thump", as the red haired lady on the bar falls to the ground, grunts a bit, then rolls over and falls back asleep as a loud snore echoes through the chamber. Drew's eyes flutter open, the first image he sees upon awakening is an angry fat man in his face screaming at the top of his lungs.
Jim Cornette: WHAT THE FUCK DREW?! YOU HAD OVER THREE WEEKS TO PREPARE FOR WRESTLEMANIA, AND YOU BLOW THE FIRST WEEK IN SOME KIND OF DRUNKEN ORGY? FUCK! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER
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Drew raises himself to a seated position on the couch, hands cradling his head as if its about to explode.
Drew McIntyre: Huh? What? Okay, hold on. Put down the bull horn, you don't need to yell so damn loud. As a matter of fact, whispering is just perfect.
Jim Cornette: You had over three weeks Drew...THREE WEEKS.....after you beat Triple H, to prepare for this match. You blow the first week at home..you aren't working out, you don't return my calls, nobody has even spotted you at the gym...and I had to haul my fat ass to Scotland to make sure you weren't dead, or even worse.
Drew McIntyre: Its been a week already? You said I had three weeks to start with right? So I still have like...a month!
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Cornette sighs and shakes his head in disbelief
Jim Cornette: Don't add Drew...its three weeks minus one week...you've got two fucking weeks until Wrestlemania!
Drew McIntyre: Oh right, yeah, two weeks. Gotcha.
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All of a sudden, a crash is heard from the back rooms. Jim Cornette's jaw drops as another naked wrestler, none other than Sheamus, comes staggering down the hall and into the living room, scratching himself with one hand and holding a beer in the other.
Sheamus: Eh fella, whatsh with all the yellin'...oh, hey Jimmy boy, come to join usshh? I think we can shhpare one
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Sheamus takes a few steps closer, raising his beer in salute to Cornette, before tilting his head back for another swig. Just as the liquid begins to ease down his throat, the beer is quickly snatched out of his hands by Jim Cornette.
Jim Cornette: Jesus Christ, you're here too?! No wonder I couldn't get a hold of you either-
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Cornette is cut short, as Sheamus' eyes narrow, and holds up a wavering finger in front of Cornette's face, as Sheamus teeters, his balance not quite steady.
Sheamus: Letsh get one thing shtraight...never...take an Irishman's beer...you'll get your *hic* kicked assh thing!
Jim Cornette: What?[/i][/color]
Sheamus nods his head repeatedly, as if he made his point clear, as he snatches his beer back. Cornette grumbles to himself and turns to Drew.
Jim Cornette: You two have to get ready for Wrestlemania!
Sheamus: Eashy there Jimmy boy...we shtill got like a month, we're okay! We're workin' on our shtamina! Shee Jimmy...trading parntersh and everything![/i] [/color]
He drunkenly gestures to the "ladies" in the room, and points a thumb to the back rooms.
Drew McIntyre: Not a month, two weeks Sheamus, we lost some...somewhere. I need to go back to bed...
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Drew proceeds to crawl down on the floor and use the breasts of the brunette on the floor as a pillow, making sure to give them a complimentary fluffing.
Sheamus: Good idea fella...its workout, rest...workout, rest....work...rest....
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Sheamus continues to ramble on as he heads towards the now recently vacated couch.
Jim Cornette: Alright you two, you leave me no choice...Its like my Dad said, its time for the instant sober treatment...
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Drew and Sheamus pay him no need, as Cornette exits the living room, heading out towards the backyard. The squeak of a pipe is heard, followed by maniacal laughter, and a strange "thwap thwap thwap" as if something is being dragged through the house.
Jim Cornette: Wakey wakey you fucking morons!
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It is now apparent that what was being dragged into the house, was a rather large diametered garden hose with a high pressure nozzle, that is soon turned on the room, starting with Jim Cornette's two clients. The house which was once in a state of fluctuating chaos, now erupts into something akin to Armageddon. Both men and women jumping to their feet, women trying to find shelter behind furniture, the two men however leap to their feet, both trying to find a quick exit amidst much cursing and drunken slurring. Their plans for an exit are quickly dashed as they are both trying to flee in opposite directions, their naked bodies quickly running into each other. Instinctively, the two comrades arms wrap around each other in the chaotic scene. Realizing the situation they are now in, their eyes lock and widen in absolute horror of their predicament. Each man's hands fly backwards off each other above their head, flailing around in panic. Both men begin to yell at the same time, the exactly same phrase.
Drew McIntyre: No homo! No homo!
Sheamus: No homo! No homo!
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Wanting to put as much distance between himself and the chaos, Drew bolts through the front door, fleeing the scene, buck naked out into the streets. Cornette's raucous laughter can be heard from blocks away, as he runs after McIntyre with the hose. A few curious neighbors peek their heads outside the front door, as looks of bewilderment cross their face.
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For the second time this morning, Drew McIntyre is running down the street. However this time he is properly outfitted with clothes and shoes, and there is not a laughing fat man behind him. He is, however, following Drew in the car, honking at him when he feels the pace needs to pick up. Drew mutters to himself angrily...
Drew McIntyre: Why the hell did I hire him?
Jim Cornette: Speed up you slow ass bitch! My car doesn't idle this slow!
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The three and a half miles to the gym pass rather quickly as Drew becomes lost in thought over his career in Thy WWE.
Drew's Inner Thoughts[/u]
I can't believe Wrestlemania is coming up. Its taken long enough to fucking get here, but I'm glad that it is here. Probably shouldn't have blown a whole week, but who can blame me for wanting to blow off some steam and have a little fun? I mean, its not like I had a chance to do it in the ring. My only tough competition since I started was Triple H..I mean, Jacob Senn...is nothing but an afterthought compared to Triple H. Besides that I already faced Jacob Senn twice...once was one on one, an easy win, and the other he had to get the United States champion Barton and they still couldn't beat me. I started off going against another legend in the Rock, who I showed to the world was nothing but an ancient mossy pebble, way past his prime. This match against Jacob Senn will be the same as the match with Triple H, winning by submission only. It was in my first match, that I truly showed that I can pull off this maneuver, the Highlander, my own invention, at any time. I proved that even the hardiest of opponents can fall to it. Even the United States Champion Barton felt its sting, when his leg was broken. Soon Jacob Senn will have no choice but to tap out and relinquish his title to me, or risk having his legs and his back snapped in half as I fold him into a pretzel.
I couldn't believe it when Cornette told me who he had gotten me to train with for Wrestlemania. He can teach me how to counter anything when it comes to submissions, and will be able to tutor me in the finer points of chain wrestling. He is one of the most underrated mat technicians of all time...Cornette, for all his bluster, is nothing short of a genius, and I think really does have my best interests at heart. Hes still a dick for using the hose...
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Drew looks up from his contemplations and personal musings as a jogger running in the opposite direction passes by...he stops, tensing up, his heart rate increasing, as Jacob Senn runs by him. He whips himself around, and yells out, ready for a fight...
Drew McIntyre: HEY!
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A lady turns around, with a surprised look on her face, and Drew blinks, shaking his head, he could have sworn it was Jacob Senn. Without a word, he turns around, and continues running the other way. Cornette can be heard yelling out to Drew from the car.
Jim Cornette: Leave the damn broads alone! You've trained that part of your body enough, remember? God damnit....
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Drew continues running, trying to ignore the barbs from Cornette. Perhaps the alcohol was still in his system he thought to himself. But a few blocks later, he does a double take at a large billboard he comes across. It reads "Jacob Senn passes Final Judgment on Drew McIntyre", with a picture of Jacob Senn holding up his Intercontinental title, standing over Drew McIntyre's body. Again he blinks, and shakes his head. The sign quickly transforms, into another image. It reads "Believe and be saved, for Judgment Day is at hand", with an image of a preacher holding up a bible to the congregation below. Drew picks up the pace...the sooner he got to the Blue String Gym, the better.
Finally arriving at his destination, trying to shake the strange thoughts from his mind, he takes a drink of water from a bottle tossed to him via Jim Cornette. Feeling a little better, Cornette exits the vehicle, and the two enter the Gym together. They check in at the front desk, and Drew gets changed for his workout. He skips the bikes and treadmills all together, already having that part done. He does some quick stretching, and light weight lifting, before heading to the training ring.
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Drew rolls into the ring, and begins to run the ropes, getting a feel for them once again. A week of not being in the ring for a wrestler feels like being lost in the desert for a month. He begins to get the feel for his playground once again, and his attention is then diverted to Jim Cornette.
Jim Cornette: Hey Drew, are you ready?
Drew McIntyre: Yeah, where is he?
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Dean Malenko comes striding out from the locker rooms, wearing his classic "Ice Man" ring attire, black trunks with icy blue, jagged shapes. He rolls into the ring and approaches Drew.
Jim Cornette: Drew, Dean Malenko. Dean Malenko, Drew.
Drew McIntyre: Its a pleasure to meet you
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Drew extends his hand for a handshake, and Malenko reaches forward, gripping his hand. Suddenly before Drew knows what is happening, Malenko brings Drew's arm up and behind him in a hammerlock. He continues to bring the arm up behind him.
Dean Malenko: See how just a small, simple move can increase the pressure on the hold? You feel that?
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Dean brings the arm up higher, making Drew wince.
Drew McIntyre: Yeah, I fucking do.
Dean Malenko: Good, that's step one. More pressure, means more pain.[/i] [/color]
Malenko lets go of the arm and pushes Drew forward. Drew turns around and glares at him, until Malenko begins to speak again.
Dean Malenko: Many submissions have a counter, if you are knowledgeable enough, and skilled enough to pull it off. Some submissions however, have no real counter. The best way to get out of these submissions, are to either find a way to the rope, or to quell them before they get locked in. For instance, the Boston Crab-
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Just as he is finishing his last word, he sweeps McIntyre's legs, and Drew falls to the mat. Malenko keeps a hold of a leg, and hooks the ankle under his armpit.
Dean Malenko: You see, you are in the best position you have to counter this move, otherwise you will have to grab the rope.
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Drew, quick on the uptake, plants his free foot onto Malenko's chest, and powers out of it, kicking forward. Malenko falls backwards, but in one fluid motion, rolls up to his feet.
Dean Malenko: Good. Lets try this again, but there is -one- way to counter this once it is locked in, but you have to do it before your opponent has full control.
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Drew lays down on his back, and Malenko grabs the leg, and turns his body around, Drew now on his stomach, his leg just about to be bent back.
Dean Malenko: Now, before your opponent realizes what you are doing...and from what I've experienced, you have about a two to three second window to pull this off....grab my closest leg, and trip me up.
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Drew does as instructed, grabbing his leg and pulling backwards, sending Malenko tumbling onto his stomach. Malenko gets up and nods in approval, and they move onto to the next hold.
Dean Malenko: Now, I've extensively scouted your opponent, and from what I have seen, he does not have many submission moves in his arsenal. What this means, is that Jacob Senn will resort to what most wrestlers do in this situation. They stick to the basic submissions, that don't take alot of training or skill to pull off. Now, I'm not going to insult your intelligence and waste your time with "simple" headlocks and arm bars. If you don't know how to get out of those, then you are beyond help, and we know that is not the case.
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Malenko suddenly spins behind Drew, kicking at the back of his knees. Drew goes down to his knees, and Malenko comes from behind, locking in a dragon sleeper hold. He speaks calmly as he slowly applies pressure to the hold.
Dean Malenko: See, the pressure here is on your neck and back, as I slowly put my weight to bend you backwards. Now, not every submission can be reversed into another submission, so you must explore other avenues. Now, can you think of a way to get out of this? Think of your basic move set.
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Drew pauses for a moment, and reaches up, snapmaring Malenko over and down to the mat. Without thinking, Drew immediately locks in a chinlock following the snapmare, then releases.
Dean Malenko: Good thinking...Cornette, I like him already, hes smart.
Drew gets to his feet, but is summarily taken down again and Malenko grabs one of Drew's legs, wrapping his own around them, locking in a leg lock/knee bar type submission. He secures his arms around the ankle for grip.
Dean Malenko: Now this one can be quite tricky, but I think you already have a submission move in your arsenal to reverse this. I'm quite comfortable, so I'll just sit here until you think of what it is.
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Drew bangs his fists on the mat in pain, gritting his teeth as Malenko smiles and puts more pressure on the leg, causing Drew to grunt in agony. He tries to twist his body, but Malenko uses his position of leverage to keep hold. Drew cannot seem to loosen the grip, and screams out in frustration. Again, seemingly on instinct, Drew uses his arms to turn himself onto his stomach, from his back. Still caught, Drew pushes himself up, and backwards, being able to bend his knee a bit. He straights himself up, and grabs Malenko's leg, attempting to lock in the Highlander, but Malenko is too quick, and easy wriggles himself free before Drew can get it locked in.
Dean Malenko: Excellent counter, now don't be discouraged that it did not work on me. I know the ins and outs of submissions, and it is rare to catch me in such a counter. As for your opponent, Jacob Senn...he won't see whats coming if he chooses that route.
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The two exchange a grin for a brief moment before Malenko gets right back to business.
Dean Malenko: You know how to perform the Fujiwara armbar?
Drew McIntyre: Aye
Dean Malenko: Alright, go for it.
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Drew turns his body sideways, and takes Malenko down, hooking the arm and pulling backwards, turning his body perpendicular to Malenkos. Suddenly, Malenko turns his body, and wraps his free arm around Drew McIntyre's neck. Pulling with the choking arm, he brings McIntyre over him, loosening his grip on the armbar. Malenko relinquishes the hold altogether, turning a circle while rising, quickly grabbing Drew's legs, crossing the knees, and turning him around, locking in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Dean Malenko: Alright, now I want you to try that.
Drew McIntyre: You...have to let go of me first...
Dean Malenko: Details details...
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Dean Malenko: Not bad, but we may need to practice this one a few times. You have to move in one fluid motion, and get your timing down. You need to move faster.
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McIntyre nods, acknowledging that he understands, and they practice the sequence a few times until Drew feels more comfortable with it. The two spend the next seven days performing submissions and reversals on each other. Drew is taught a few new unique submissions from Japan, and is taught how to improve his technique with more common holds. Drew practices his form and timing, as well as recognition of when to go for the counter and when to simply grab the rope. It became a competitive game between the two of them, Malenko obviously winning the majority of contests...but Drew manages to get a few surprises on Dean Malenko. After a week, the two part ways, and exchange contact information, a bonding of sorts having occurred. Drew comes out of the encounters feeling much more confident, and almost feeling a slight tinge of pity for what Jacob Senn will have to endure.
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Drew spends the next couple of days preparing, and traveling Ayr, Scotland to Los Angelas, California. The hotel that Drew is staying in already has become a place of honor among the wrestlers, due to the frequent passing through by celebrities and other stars. This was mainly due to its close location to the Staples Center. Upon arriving Drew takes a short nap to help sleep off the jet lag. A couple of hours later he is awoken by Jim Cornette coming into his room.
Jim Cornette: Hey Drew are you awake? Your not naked and drunk this time are you?
Drew McIntyre: No its okay lad, just sleeping off some of the jet lag.
Jim Cornette: I have your appearance schedule. Now you have only got about four days before Wrestlemania, and McMahon has you booked, you're everywhere. The only people showing up more than you are Jacob Senn, Sheamus, and Triple H.
Drew McIntyre: Okay whats it look like?
Jim Cornette: Tomorrow they got you hanging out with a bunch of retards down at the L.A. Coliseum, then they-
Drew McIntyre: Hey! Don't use those derogatory remarks. They have special needs, but they are people just like me or you, that doesn't make them any less than me or you.
Jim Cornette: Alright whatever, anyway. Then after that they got you making some school appearances, and then in the evening you've got a dinner with a reporter from PWI magazine. The day before Wrestlemania you are going to be down at the Staples Center posing for pictures and signing autographs and all of that other bullshit that goes along with a pay per view except bigger, since its Wrestlemania and all.
Drew McIntyre: Aye, what have we got for me today?
Jim Cornette: Nothing, why?
Drew McIntyre: Good, you woke me up, now get the fuck out I want to go back to sleep.
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Drew catches up on his rest throughout the rest of the day and night and spends the entire proceeding day and well into the evening at the LA Coliseum with the special needs kids and the representatives from the Special Olympics committees. Staying far later than most other celebrities, Drew seems to really enjoy what he is doing that day, he doesn't even seem to notice the media and the cameras. For the first time in awhile, he really seems to be relaxed and enjoy himself. The next day Drew is chauffeured by a Thy WWE driver, and taken to specific schools where he ends up spending about an hour speaking at school assemblies, promoting Thy WWE's anti-bullying and "Stop the Violence" campaigns. Drew found this highly ironic, and started to think that maybe McMahon purposely had Drew go on these campaigns for obvious reasons.
That evening the driver takes Drew down 8th street, and stops outside of Taylor's Steakhouse. Upon entering the restaurant, Drew is informed that his party has already arrived and is taken immediately to a corner table. There he meets the reporter from PWI magazine, Brooke Thomas.
After politely shaking hands and exchanging normal pleasantries, they both sit down at the table. Brooke pulls out a tape recorder and places it on the table, for when the interview begins. A waiter comes by immediately to service them. Drew immediately looks up to regard him, and his muscles tense, immediately grabbing a steak knife, not seeing the waiter, but instead his Wrestlemania opponent in Jacob Senn.
Jacob Senn: Can I get you something to drink?
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Drew blinks for a moment, realizing that Jacob Senn wouldn't be asking him what to drink, and it snaps him out of the minor delusion. Drew looks down at the knife for a moment, then back at the waiter.
Drew McIntyre: I'll have the steak please....
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As they began to eat, Brooke Thomas turns the tape recorder on and begins the interview while enjoying their meal.
Brooke Thomas: So, thoughts on your opponent this Sunday, Jacob Senn?
Drew McIntyre: Hes a great competitor in his own right, and the Intercontinental Champion. However since winning the title, he has forgotten how to win. He had a major losing streak that only recently got broken with the win to qualify him in the contenders ladder match. Physically, he is very good, hes very solid and he definitely has a knack for the high flying aspects of our business. He just doesn't have the technical and tactical mental capacities to go with it, otherwise he truly would be a great wrestler.
Brooke Thomas: It sounds like you believe you have the mental edge here, but do you think his physical talent is superior to your own?
Drew McIntyre: Of course I've got the mental edge, but as for the physical aspects, we are two completely different styles. But my style is obviously the superior one, I've already proven my case. Ask Orton, ask Barton, or even Triple H. Nobody has been able to stop me yet, Jacob Senn included...twice.
Brooke Thomas: Now you have been deemed the "Sinister Scotsman", for obvious reasons. What does this moniker mean to you, personally? How do you think it will come into play this Sunday?
Drew McIntyre: What people call me, doesn't really matter one way or another. All that matters to me is winning. How I win, I don't really care, because at the end of the match, the only thing that matters is whether your arm is raised or not. Do I feel bad about what happened to Randy Orton? Not really, it comes with the territory of this business. Do I feel bad about breaking Barton's ankle? He was too stupid and didn't tap out like he should have. Besides that, everyone in this business should know, when they step into the ring with me, they better plan on losing, because I will do whatever it takes to win.
Brooke Thomas: Do you feel that you are underestimating Jacob Senn? We've seen it hundreds of times before in this sport, and in any sport for that matter. Teams, players, or individuals who tend to look past their opponent, have a tendency to get upset once in awhile. Thoughts?
Drew McIntyre: I'm not underestimating him at all, and I don't really feel like I'm being overconfident either. I've wrestled him twice in the ring, both times resulting in my walking out, with him flat on his back. I've studied hundreds of hours of film on him. I know his moves, probably as well as he knows himself. Each and every opponent I go against, I study, and I work hard, and I train like there's no tomorrow. Because its just like my Dad told me, your never going to get anything handed to you in this world, everything that you want you have to bust your ass for. You have to be smarter than the next guy, you have to be stronger than the next guy, you have to be better than the other guy. And this wrestling business is just like any other business, if I'm going to keep my job, if I'm going to be the best, then I have to be smarter, stronger, better, than everybody else. That's why I align myself with people who are experienced that I have learned, Mr. Cornette, Mr. O'Shaunessy...its why I study the films of all my opponents. And since this is a submission match coming up at Wrestlemania, I just got done with training with Dean Malenko himself, the master of one thousand holds. So like I just said, this has nothing to do with being overconfident or underestimating Jacob Senn, I'm just being realistic. Everything Jacob Senn has thought about doing to me, I've already figured out a way to counter it.
Brooke Thomas: Alot of people are wondering how you feel about the way your match with Triple H went down, and the ending. Can I get your thoughts on that?
Drew McIntyre: Hmm. Curious question, the way I see it...I got the win. As I've started to demonstrate, once I get my own patented submission hold, the Highlander locked in, nobody can withstand it. I get it locked in and you're done. Its just a matter of time before you tap out, and if you refuse to tap out then you'll have a Barton like experience won't ya?
McIntyre stated plainly, himself still completely unaware of Sheamus' interference in the match, when Drew faced Triple H.
Brooke Thomas: Do you feel any pressure at all, any nerves going into such a high profile match such as this? This is your first pay per view here, on the biggest stage of them all. No pay per view is bigger than Wrestlemania, and all eyes will be scrutinizes your every move. There is alot of pressure to prove yourself, and validate all the claims you have been making. How do you feel going into Sunday?
Drew McIntyre: Am I nervous or scared, or even excited? Aye, I am nervous, I am scared, I am a little excited. But I'm a man, I'm a Scotsman, and I'm a wrestler in this business going for one of the most prestigious titles in this business in the grandest stage there is. So of course, I'm going to have those feelings. But the difference between me and most other people, is I'm not going to let them control me. I'm going to keep my emotions in check, I'll keep them locked away. I need to be cold, calculating and clear of thought, because once your emotions start to take over, there is no way you can tactically win. Your best laid plans can always be undone by your own emotions.
Brooke Thomas: Thank you for your time, Mr. McIntyre...
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On the conclusion of the interview, Brooke shuts off the recorder, and they finish their meal over a conversation. This time, the questions asked are regarding the plans for later that evening...but that is a story for another time.
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The last day before Wrestlemania, that is long and arduous for Drew, he spends most of the day well into the evening posing for pictures with fans, and shaking hands and signing autographs. But eventually as everything does, that day finally came to an end, and the day that Drew has been looking forward to since he started with Thy WWE had finally arrived. The day in which he was going to win the Intercontinental title, the day he was going to beat Jacob Senn, and almost of equal importance, to accomplish both of Drew's goals on the grandest stage of them all in the wrestling business....Wrestlemania, where legends are born and careers are made.
The day of Wrestlemania Drew arrives at the Staples Center earlier than usual by a couple of hours. The crews are still setting up the ring and the barriers and the different stages that will be used during Wrestlemania. Drew meanders the halls for awhile, eventually finding his dressing room. Upon arriving at his dressing room, he immediately changes in his ring attire and begins to get ready for the night even though he has hours before his match. Without much of a thought to it, Drew pulls out his laptop, begins going over highlighted move sets of Jacob Senn, refreshing his mind on what to watch for with Jacob. He also thinks back to his path to this point, and becomes lost in his thoughts and lost in numerous video clips that he had saved on his computer, and before he even realizes it Jim Cornette lets himself into the dressing room.
Jim Cornette: Drew, its time, your match starts in a few minutes.
Drew McIntyre: Aye, lets go, lets be done with it. Let me claim what is rightfully mine from Jacob Senn for good.
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Drew begins to get his mind right for the match that is now just minutes away. With a confident smirk on his face, he stalks down the hallway behind Jim Cornette. Cornette, having done this many times before, casually tapping his racket against his hand, not showing any signs of stress or angst, leads Drew down the hallway to the staging area. A few public relations people are staged backstage, taking a few last pre match photos as Drew walks past. As Drew is walking past them, the flashes startle his eyes and he once again sees Jacob Senn, but this time, everyone is Jacob Senn. Drew speaks quietly, almost to himself, as his music begins overhead, announcing his entrance to the crowd.
Drew McIntyre: You are out of time...you had it in your grasp Jacob, but in a breath your minute passed. What is yours...now is mine.
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