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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Nov 29, 2015 4:09:14 GMT
Golden Dreams Qualifier Match: Jacob Daniels vs Xavier Laroux
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Nov 29, 2015 8:36:03 GMT
::The scene opens to Jacob Daniels tossing a few things into his travel bag. He lightly shakes his head before looking at the camera.::
"So I didn't get the job done with Carmen. Honestly, I don't mind because being in this sport, you have to have memory loss, you have to get back and get over things to be able to focus and move on. I've already shown I could do that. After Faolan Reid beat me, I came back hard and knocked off Jason Richards. Just like I'm going to come back and knocked off Xavier Laroux. I listened to the guy's promos last show and I wasn't impressed. It was like the guy was reading right out of 'Cliché Promos For Idiots'. Sitting or standing on a balcony? In or out of a gym? What's next? Inside the arena or in front of a webcam? Sitting with the typical look at me I'm an edgy badass starter kit of jeans, a white tank and a cigarette."
::Jacob smirks at the camera.::
"I hoped that maybe the words you'd say would be maybe uplifting enough to change my view on him but it was nothing more than a mix of typical I'll kick your ass and bullshit catch phrases. It's no wonder officials here haven't given you the one thing you came here for. You wanted Carmen Cambridge and so far you're zero for two. All this talk on Twitter about how you'd be a money fight with her and how she's the reason you signed and bam... You're not getting that match. Maybe Pariah heard about how you could barely win a match in SCW or how you couldn't win any big time matches in UWF. Or how your knee is a weakness of yours. You see Xavier, I know about you, I know about your girl and I know what you put her through. Me? Well I doubt you know so much about me."
"You had a good win to start your career here, I won't take that from you. But Sophia and I are totally different animals. I easily have a hundred pounds and over a foot of height on her. Any size and strength advantage you had against her, is instantly gone against me. With my six inch height advantage, I'm going to be able to out reach you too Xavier. So go ahead and go for the ribs like you are fond of doing, go ahead and go for them. Just know much like anyone else, you get close enough for me to grab onto you... I'm going to toss you all around that ring. Cause that's the nice thing about the ribs, you need to get close to pop them and I don't think you'll get that chance with me."
::Jacob pats at his ribs for moment, then winks and smiles at the camera before he turns and tosses a few more things into his bag as the scene fades out.::
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Nov 29, 2015 16:37:38 GMT
"That right there is exactly what I was looking for in Sophia. Daniels did his homework, he dug and actually took the effort to find out things to use against me. Now this is gonna be fun."
The scene came into view, revealing none other than "YOUR Favorite Drug" Xavier Laroux. A simple setting really, Laroux seated in a black steel chair, a giant display of Daniels getting pinned by Carmen behind him on a loop, repeating over and over again as he spoke.
"Figured since you didn't like my choice of locations last time this woulda been a lot more pleasing to your eyes, amirite? But then againnn, you talk shit to me about generic and what did you just do? Oh Ima shove some shit into my bag, ohohoho, Ima fuckin' paragon of orginality."
"Fuck outta ya hypocrite. See, thing with me is...I'm not gonna put out more effort than I need to. Sophia was too caught up in whatever bullshit she's gonna fall back on so the effort was minimal at best..."
"But with you...ohhh with you...Ima have fun with this. I'm impressed though, really. I mean...who else woulda dug up my losing streak over in Vegas? Who else woulda dug up the fact that I never won the big one in UWF? Who else woulda dug up my kindasorta extensive knee problems?"
"Same person who failed to mention that I was the longest reigning Bare Knuckle Champion in ACW...failed to mention that I ended the reign of Brian Harris as United States Champion, a feat multiple World Champions and Hall of Famers couldn't do."
"And my knee? Mannn, shit’s never felt better than it did when I bounced it offa Sophia's face. Probably gonna feel better after I do the same to ya, ya fuckin' goon."
Laroux reached up, rubbing the stubble across the back of his head.
"Fuck else did you say? Tryinta make myself seem like a bad ass, tank top, jeans, and a cigarette. Hey now, maybe I can pick up a banana hammock and cover myself with baby oil and shitty tattoos like you, ya? Do I gotta throw my arms out and roar like a lion too? Or is that just optional?"
"Fact of the matter is...I won. You didn't. Success versus failure, the whole nine yards. The exact same thing is gonna happen when you step up to me."
"I'm happy about this tho, oh yeah. You seem like you're worth the time and the effort. Not in ring wise, of course, I could kick your ass while half asleep and hungover. I meant with these little videos of ours."
"If you don't know...you will. You can't go back and forth with me. I can already hear it, trippin' over your words, lack of confidence, not even believin' the shit you're saying. But that's okay, you can believe it when I say..."
"I am YOUR Favorite Drug. Time for a new Addict."
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Nov 30, 2015 10:35:06 GMT
"Think I mighta broke Daniels. I mean he ain't said shit in a while. I don't think he liked being put on the spot like that. Ah well, let's make that spotlight even brighter."
The scene would pick up, revealing a local soup kitchen in the state of Nevada. "YOUR Favorite Drug" Xavier Laroux would be standing outside of that building, a pair of khaki cargo pants that hung loosely from his waist, his torso covered in a baggy black t-shirt with an arrow pointing down to his crotch, the words "Your Favorite Drug" across the chest. A lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth that moved with every word he spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am YOUR Favorite Drug and here I am, just about to spend some of my valuable time here helping the less fortunate. It's what I do, y'know. That's why I'm still here in Redefine despite not getting my match with Carmen."
"See...I'm a generous man, very kind and caring. I give so much of myself for the less fortunate, Jacob Daniels included. Now that that's outta the way, I have a secret I think I'm ready to reveal to the world. Come in close, I want you to catch the heart wrenching emotion on my face..."
The camera would zoom in, getting a closer view of Laroux, his face in general as that smirk grew.
"Every bit of that was utter bullshit. Ahaha, c'mon man, y'all know better than that. This my last cigarette so Ima go grab a pack from the corner store. Walk with me, talk with me, revel in the sorry ass existence of Jacob Daniels with me."
That smirk radiating pure arrogance as he walked, on his quest for cigarettes.
"You said something about my girl and what I put her through. I wanna hear your side of the story. Especially cause this is the first time I've even encountered you. That's not an exaggeration, I only just found out who you are. So tell me man, you got all this private information on my life, tell me the story. I'll handle it depending on your answer. Word it carefully, Jake."
"Now that the touchy stuff is outta the way, we can get down to the shit talkin'. I thought you mighta been able to verbally throw down with me...but I'm kinda disappointed. What's wrong?"
"Did you blow your wad on that first piece? You outta material? Come on man, this shit is important. You didn't get spooked when I flipped everything you said, did you?"
"See, I could do this forever and never run outta shit to say. I'm just better than you at the shit talkin'. And in a few days? I'm gonna show you that I'm better than you there too. Not only that, but when I've got you on your knees and you look up to see me throwing my knee up into your face...you'll know how much better I am."
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Nov 30, 2015 16:07:45 GMT
::The scene opens with Jacob Daniels sitting at a hotel bar. He has on a black dress shirt with a red tie and black dress pants. He has a beer in his hand and a smile on his face.::
"You wanna know why you haven't heard from me? Because I don't work on your time, Xavier. If I wanted to be like you spouting off, half cocked in some ill attempt at trying to gain some upper hand, sure I'd come out like you. But me? I like a more refined approach. You? You say you're only putting out as much effort as it would take to beat me and bam, you've been quick on the draw to speak your mind on things. But let me ask you this Xavier, what's something new you brought to the discussion? So far everything you have talked about has been stuff I brought up. Except for talking about some guy named Brain Harris that no one cares about and other companies that mean nothing."
"Don't tell me you didn't even have a wad to blow on me cause I heard through the grapevine you were asking about me. It's funny how connected people can be. I have a buddy named Cody Hawkins that was part of that Infinity fed a ways back and he became 'funzie' friends with your now fiancé, Xavier. So while you try to play cool, calm and collected... I know you're reaching out to find anyone that has info on me. Well, other than your idea of me being in a banana hammock all oiled up. Hell, you've even gotten so far as trying to rile me up on Twitter just so you could have something to talk about."
::Jacob takes a drink of his beer and sets it back on the bar top.::
"Sure you won your last match and I lost mine. But everyone has seen what happens after I get beat, I came back and won again. You? Well after REDEFINE28 I guess we will see if you're a get back on the horse kind of guy or running off with his tail tucked between his legs type. As far as your whole girl and what you did, I'll save that for another time... Remember you're on my time here. I did find it funny how you had all this time to question why I hadn't talked but yet you couldn't offer how my size advantage is going to do you in. I mean, against other people I'm sure your skill set is great but against someone that could toss you around like a small child? Maybe not so much."
::Just then a beautiful, tattooed woman in a tight black dress walks over and puts her arm around Jacob.::
"Sorry Xavier, I have a date with this lovely lady here, but I won't keep you waiting too long."
::He gets up from the barstool and walks off with the woman as the scene fades out.::
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 1, 2015 3:27:47 GMT
"Fuck if I care about your size advantage. I've beaten bigger and better before. There's a lot you don't seem to understand so lemme clear it up for ya. Take a seat Daniels, class is already in session."
The scene would pick up in the interior of an Elementary School classroom. Xavier stood in front of about ten, fifteen kids, bumming it up as usual in a white tank top and blue jeans, no cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth this time.
"Alright class, what you just saw was Jacob Daniels's half assed excuse for a response to what I had to say. Now, I'm going to show you all the mistakes he made and mannn, there was a lot."
"First off, I never woulda brought up those companies that mean nothing and that Brain Harris guy nobody cares about had you not brought up UWF and SCW. See, you brought up negative points in my past. I countered by bringing up positive points in my past. See how that works? You can't do something then try and down me for doing the same thing. That's called hypocrisy and nobody likes a hypocrite. It's an ugly thing to be, bout as ugly as that olegirl you paid to leave with you at the end of your piece...but I ain't gotta lotta time so I'll move on."
"One of the biggest mistakes you can make is relying on information given to you by others. Let's take lil Cody for example. Sure he mighta heard a couple stories, but your best bet woulda been to come to me or Kaci about our past. But nooo, you hadda be a bitch about it. Look, if you wanna know 'bout me and Kaci...ask me or Kaci. It's a simple fuckin' concept."
"Ohh but Drug, you asked about me too. You're right, I did. Problem was everyone asked didn't give a damn enough about you to have any information to give. No surprise there, seein' as you're a terribly boring person, dry personality, the sense of humor of a chunk of wood, so on and so forth."
"Is there any questions, class?"
Laroux tilted his head to the side, looking out to the dumb founded looks of confusion spread amongst those kids. Sighing out, Laroux rubbed the back of his head a bit.
"Y'all impersonation of Jacob Daniels is on point, good shit. Now, Daniels talked a little bit about my time, his time, our time, whatever. Fact'a the matter is, we're not on our own time."
"Our job is to get people interested. That's why I took to Twitter to try and stir a little hype. But of course you wouldn't understand that, not much of you to advertise."
"But me? I fuckin' love promotion. Makes more people come to these shows so they can see the thrilling conclusion to our litle back and forth. Hey, if you wanna continue being a fuckin' after thought, go ahead. Class dismissed."
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 1, 2015 12:41:06 GMT
::The scene opens with Jacob Daniels leaning against a brick front of a Vegas gym. He's in a black REDEFINE hoodie and jeans.::
"You know Xavier, what you call being a hypocrite, I call you just following the breadcrumbs I laid out for you. And much like a good little peon, you followed without hesitation. Of course I was the first to bring up your past failures you goon, I just wanted you to admit that all that shit you talked was nothing new and that you followed my lead with just about everything this week. Like that talk about your girl and what you did to her? I was bluffing and even that got you more than riled up. If I cared at all about that situation maybe I'd look in on it but man did that get you all riled up."
"Hell, you got so riled up you completely missed my point about you asking for information on me. Don't get me wrong Xavier, I like having information on who I face and I follow this sport so I knew how pathetic your career was already. I didn't need to ask around like you did. But I'm not surprised the people you asked didn't have much to say about me since I've not been in a company for the past year. Hard to dig dirt on someone when they haven't been seen. Go ahead say something idiotic for a reason why I wasn't competing. You know you will. Fact is, I'm like Teflon, you got nothing that's going to stick to me. Everything you have brought to the discussion has been because I started the talk on it. Your thoughts this week have been nothing more than piggybacking off of mine."
::A smirk comes over Jacob's face.::
"You know I was asked about this new kind of attitude I've been showing lately and best thing to say is to play the card that your opponent doesn't even know is in the deck. You see Xavier, I was just going to go out there and compete with you. I was going to get it everything I had, give the fans a great match and leave them with something to talk about on the way home. Now? Now I'm going to humiliate you. I'm going to make you wish you got T-Boned by a semi truck because that would be seen as merciful to what I have in store for you. You said on Twitter that you want to have those golden dreams? I'm sure you'll have plenty of those when I leave you comatose in a hospital bed."
::Jacob shrugs his shoulders.::
"I doubt it'll bother you too much though, just one more failure shouldn't hurt you too bad."
::Jacob let's out a laugh as he turns and starts into the front door of the gym. Just before going inside, he looks back and nods his head while he also flashes a smile.::
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 1, 2015 14:01:21 GMT
"Blahh blahhh fuckin' blahhhh. Dontcha dare lean up against that gym, thinkin' you got this all figured out. That's where you fucked up. You wanna talk about someone following breadcrumbs? You sure as shit followed them right to Twitter where the whole world saw you grasping for the slightest bit of momentum. They saw you attack me for my grammar, my grammar. Last I checked I didn't need to be educated to smash your fuckin' face in my knee. But you'll see. Oh you'll see."
The scene cut in, "YOUR Favorite Drug" Xavier Laroux would enjoying a day at the beach. Not revealed where or when, just that we was at the beach midday. Laroux's attire would be simple an inflatable body suit and a pair of black wrestling trunks. That suit was inflated to the max and it looked like someone took a Sharpie and scribbled all over it, resembling tattoos.[/i]
"Grrr rawrr, me Jacob Daniels. Me here to tell you same thing all big guys say. Me going to hit Drug like a truck. Me going to throw Drug around like ragdoll. Me no like my words thrown at me, it shows whattan unoriginal cunt I am and I don't really have a comeback. Me want to insinuate about certain personal situations then act surprised when Drug acts accordingly."
Xavier stomped around that beach, kicking up sand, roaring at seagulls who swoop in to pick at scraps of food. Suddenly, a light skinned female stepped into the picture, obviously a mockup of Carmen Cambridge, as seen by the baggy black t-shirt she wore, the words "Something about a boss" scrawled across the chest.
"Gucciguccigucciguccigucci. C'mere boy, come to my feet."
He stomped around, hobbling up to her as he threw himself at her feet. She kneeled down, patting the top of his head.
"You finna beat that dirty Drug for me? You finna follow the same trail of stank comin' off of my ass like Deadeye and Darryl? Sure I was only Tag Champ for likea week here but I still need everyone to think I'm main event quality, you know, insecurities."
"Me do good against Drug. Me make Carmen happy, hopefully me get hand in Carmen's pants. Me can't get any better otherwise."
Climbing back to his feet, caught with a sudden burst of laughter. Reaching around behind him, he pulled the zipper down, peeling the top portion of that body suit down to his waist.
"Whatcha think Jake? Guess them lil kids aren't the only ones with a good impression of you. Look, Ima be honest with you. Half the shit you just said was inconsequential, in one ear out the other. It's cute though, you thinkin' you can hang with me on this level. S'like this, while you're still tryinta figure out Checkers, I'm fixinta put yo ass in Checkmate."
"Don't be surprised when someone gets a little riled up about their personal life being brought up. It's only natural. This has just begun, Jake."
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 2, 2015 0:21:32 GMT
::The scene opens to a large darkened stage. The stage lights turn on and Jacob Daniels is center stage in black dress pants, black dress shirt and a red tie.::
"You know what they say... Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Who could blame you Xavier? You see me and how great a physical specimen and how articulate I am and of course you are forced to play dress up in hopes to for once be able to feel not like a failure, not like a total fuck up, not like yourself. Hell you have been repeating my talking points all week why not just make an attempt to look like me? Of course all you managed to do was to make people laugh at how low you've had to go against me so far."
"Then again you have to be scrapping the bottom of the barrel when all you can think to do is play dress up. Not only that but you had to drag Carmen Cambridge into your failed folly because you needed the filler. I don't blame you really, when you're at the end of your rope, you'll grasp at anything to try to keep a grip. I called you out and asked you to bring something new to the conversation and what did you do? You dressed up and pretended to be someone else. Are you that bad off that you need to become someone else? I mean, I would never need to but then again, I'm not you. I can think of creative things that haven't been done over and over..."
::Just then a little person comes running over to Jacob wearing just a wife beater and ripped jeans. He stops and starts coughing before reaching in his back pocket for a cigarette that he hangs in his mouth. He then makes it over to Jacob and starts to knee his shin again and again.::
"Is this really what we've come to Xavier? Are you happy with how... Little... I think of you?"
::Jacob then kicks over the little person who lays out flat on his back.::
"Xavier, last week against Sophie you came out with the same constant demeanor. With me? Every time I would comment on something it was like you'd jump up and change it around. Well, except for the wife beater cause only garbage like you would consider that fashionable. But I pulled your strings and made you dance all over the stage, even to the point where you had to resort to low brow humor to hide your lack of intelligence. Face it Xavier, so far this week you have been out matched mentally and in the ring I'm going out match you physically. But just know, when my hand in raised in victory... And it will be raised in victory... Don't say I didn't tell you this was a war you cannot win."
::Jacob steps over the little person and walks off stage as the scene fades out.::
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Post by yourfavoritedrug on Dec 3, 2015 14:28:20 GMT
"See, clearly the idea of a parody flew right over that shitty haircut ya got, Daniels. Let me set you straight right now...there is nothing about your life that I envy...there is nothing about your life that I want. After our match, I'm going to go on and win Golden Dreams. And you? Go get in line, Carmen might let you smell it, ya fuckin' lapdog."
Scene picked up, revealing none other than "YOUR Favorite Drug. Deep within the baby section of a random Wal-Mart, Laroux would be looking at little girl clothes, completely thrown.
Shaking his head, he grabbed up a couple outfits, placing them back into his cart. His attire for today would be a pair of khaki cargo pants and a black t-shirt, the front of the shirt displaying a picture of a roaring lion with a syringe stuck in its ass end.
"You talk about me doing the same shit over and over but the only thing you've tried to hammer in is trying to put yourself as this puppet master. Saying I'm doing the exact things you want me to do..."
"Funny thing is, the only string you're pulling at is attached to the tampon shoved up Carm's puss. This whole time, I've treated you as just another opponent. You're not special so, no I will not give you anything I haven't given a hundred people before you."
"You don't deserve anything more. Why? Because you're no different than an atypical musclehead. You're not this big fuckin' mastermind, you're not in my head. Believe me, if you were you wouldn't last five minutes in there. Trust me, it's not a good place up there. It's really not."
Moving on, Laroux took a moment to look at a few more things, blankets, pacifiers, little dissolving yogurt bite thing.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that lil fuckin' guy you kicked over? That's the only fight you're winning this week. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than what you're capable of to put me down like that."
"You talk about a war. Man, you're the only one taking the match that seriously. This isn't a war. This isn't even going to be a wrestling classic. Just gonna be two guys who don't like eachother beating the high holy hell outta one another."
"See, I ain't got the patience for a war. I don't need to wage war. I need to drop your sloppy ass for a total of three seconds. One...two...three. That's all I need to do, nothing more, nothing less. Any other aspirations for this match is fuckin' delusions on your end."
"You stand there and whine, bitch, and complain. Wahhh wahhh, all you're doing is countering my words. That's what I do. Now, if you were worth the original thought, you'd see a completely different Drug. But sadly enough, you're not."
"Let me say it again. You're just another faceless opponent to me."
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Post by Jacob Daniels on Dec 4, 2015 16:25:28 GMT
::The scene opens to Jacob Daniels standing at the pick up area of the airport. He smiles when he sees the camera.::
"I'm glad to see you took my advice about the whole wife beater thing and changed that up. Nothing about my life that you envy? Nothing about me you want to be like? Yet, every criticism and comment I've given you, it would seem you take to heart with changing up your game plan each time. Sure you may deny deny deny like some kind of politician trying to save face but let's be honest, nothing about you compares to me. I will say this, you're entertaining Xavier. But then again so was the show Jackass where people enjoyed seeing those guys beat the crap out of themselves and look like idiots. And trust me Xavier, this week you have looked like an idiot."
"You see me as just another opponent? That you'd never give me anything you haven't given a hundred people before me? So are you just openly admitting you haven't brought anything original to this match up? That for you this is just going through the motions, that you've done this whole song and dance before? I mean, aren't you supposed to be hip and edgy? Seriously, it's like you enjoy being the dime a dozen asshat that likes to pretend he's the badass. Seriously, that song and dance is so overplayed in this sport. It's like you sat at home and saw how cliché the 90s were where everyone wants to buck the authority and seem like they couldn't give a shit about anything. It's overdone and honestly never came off right in the past few years."
"Cause let's be honest, Xavier, you care about beating me. For you, this isn't just some here today gone tomorrow match up. You want this win because then all this shit talk by you would be meaningless... You know much like most of your career. You've spend plenty of time combing over everything I've said and either adjusted what you've been doing or tried to cover it up by yacking about it. You can't help yourself Xavier, it's like when you see I've said anything you feel the need to comment on it. Sure you can say that all you care about is the Golden Dreams qualifying but come on, you keep going and going."
"I think you saw me, fresh off a tough loss and figured you could pick up a cheap win off me and keep skating through. Boy, did you peg me wrong. Look what you have planned for me, you're going to knee me. Okay that's fine and good... Me? I'm going to fuck you up. As much as Carmen wants to get her hands on you and make money on that battle, I doubt there will be much left of you for a prize fight when I am done."
::Just then a black town car pulls up and he gets inside.::
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