01-07-2019, 10:48 PM
Resolutions
Jordan: And you’re sure people will be into this thing if we post it online?
Karen: Trust me, everyone loves a good internet message. That’s what they thrive on. That interaction with superstars that feels like a 1-to-1 conversation.
Jordan: Sounds a bit like a load of crap. Come on Karen, this better produce.
Karen: (Muttering) It’s not like you’re paying me that much…
Jordan: What was that?
Karen: Nothing! Go! Action!
(Jordan looks in the camera and does her best smug look before showing a half grin.)
Jordan: If you didn’t know who Jordan Majors was before, you all know now. I might not have won that end of the year invitational, but that doesn’t matter in the end. The impact I left behind is sure to force inevitable change in this company. They will try to diminish the minor accomplishments I made throughout that contest and they will hope that what they say gets under my skin and cuts me deep. But my skin ain’t that thin, ladies and gents. I’m not so deft that a simple comment will make me go into the corner, cross my arms and pout until someone notices. This will never be about getting someone to notice me. Every one of you noticing me will be a result of me putting this entire roster on notice week after week as I continue to stomp and kick through whoever and whatever they put in my path. It’s going to be swift and my actions will be strong. Before you know, you’ll all be looking up at Jordan Majors and admiring her accomplishment and fearing what one minute in a match with me can mean.
(Jordan shifts to one side and crosses her arms, one eyebrow lifting slightly above the other as she stares directly into the camera that stands in front of her.)
Jordan: I’m not too big on resolutions, but since it’s a new year and I have all of your attention, let me tell you what mine is going to be for this 2019. I’m making a resolution to care even less about everything you people have to say about me this year. I’m going to care even less about the opinions you have about SCW. Whether that opinion or belief be positive or negative in nature toward me, I could honestly care less. Spend your days tweeting me what you think. You won’t get a laugh, a frown or a groan from me. Waste your bathroom breaks at work commenting on my Instagram. I will mentally swat you away like a cow unconsciously waves away a fly with its tail and I will move on with my day and celebrate the future of SCW. A future where Jordan Majors reigns supreme and where her kicks are legend. Prepare yourselves for the moment where every time I throw a foot in the direction of any of my opponents the crowd in attendance and watching from all over the world will drop their jaws and anticipate seeing that opponent close their eyes and go to sleep right before their precious glances. This future I’m talking about is coming very soon. I don’t care if you’re considered to be a perennial champion, an undercard resident or a current Hall of Famer. Getting in a ring with me will be very bad news for your health, and very good fortune for Jordan Majors.
(Karen pauses the tape and steps forward.)
Karen: Jordan, umm, just a thought. The idea of this was to connect with the fans, and I feel sort of like you’re doing… how do I explain this… the opposite of that? Like they might catch this video and decide that you sort of come across as a tad bit mean.
Jordan: A tad bit mean? Are you a preschooler?
Karen: No, I can liven it up. I’m just still getting to know you and I want the best for you. For us. For all of us.
Jordan: But, what you want doesn’t really mean anything. You work for me. And this is what I want. If they love me, they love me. If they hate me, they hate me. So what? I mean, look at Nickleback. They’re the biggest faces in rock music history, but they have the kind of heel heat that people pray for their promos to garner. And how did they accomplish that, Karen?
Karen: I’m really not sure.
Jordan: They did it by absolutely kicking ass and taking names. They made hit after hit and they wiped the haters off their shoulders and just celebrated the success that came in constant waves. They’re the best of their era.
Karen: So you’re a big Nickleback fan, good to know.
Jordan: Hell no. They’re terrible. They’re the worst. Now Taylor Swift…
Karen: Note to self, Taylor Swift tickets for Jordan.
Jordan: She has a reputation that is well earned and that’s as good as it gets.
Karen: I’m not sure what to do with any of this.
Jordan: Hit record and keep going you sweat monkey.
(Karen sighs and hits record and Jordan simply smiles to the camera.)
Jordan: Now… where was I. Ah, yes. Before I was interrupted off screen by me new friend Karen, I was in the process of really cutting to the point I was trying to make here. Max Kane? Konrad Rabb? They really don’t matter any more than the next goofball that tries to step to me. I hear the same thing all the time. I hear that they’re interesting. But what makes them interesting? Are they interesting because you people react to them? Are they interesting because they act like idiots in and out of the ring and a horde of equally stupid people salivate over their every move? I could care less what you people think about me. If you follow me, you follow me. Whatever. But know if you follow me you are instantly following the most interesting person in SCW. I’ve been here, what, two weeks? One week? And already you can separate me from the people who spend all their time flaunting their cash and Hollywood lifestyle. You can know I’m not the person that’s driving the fancy cars or acting like I crawled out of the insane asylum or pretending my family is the next great dynasty. I’m here as me, for me, and love me or hate me, I’m going to be the person on the tip of all of your tongues for years and years to come. I’m not a dynasty. I’m not a one-woman revolution. I am the evolution of this business embodied in one, small but mighty package that packs a big punch and an even bigger kick. And I’m just getting started. Let me witness just how interesting these two idiots are this week. And when I’m finished with them, I can dust off these hands and look forward to knocking the next person off their pedestal. Welcome to the era of Jordan Majors, people. I’m the next great Star in this business and I have arrived.
(Jordan shoots the camera a smile and a knowing look before looking to Karen and slowly letting her stare turn annoyed.)
Jordan: For real, Karen? Turn off the damn camera. This thing is finished.
Karen: Sorry, Jordan, I was just thinking. That was pretty intense. Well maybe that’s not the right way to describe it. You were really going in on the fans there.
Jordan: And your point is?
Karen: I’m just hoping it won’t backfire in the end.
(Jordan smiles and folds her arms, shaking her head slowly as she looks down at the ground and slowly paces her way over to Karen.)
Jordan: Listen, Karen, hunny… I brought you in to replace the last idiot that did this job because I interviewed you and I thought you were, I don’t know, intelligent. I spent the last several months preparing for this with my cousin by my side. But I grew annoyed by her. And I got rid of her. My own cousin. So what do you think that means for you?
Karen: I get it. I get it.
Jordan: I’m not sure if you do, honestly. But I’m going to stick with you and give you a chance. But I want you to do something. I want you to keep your eyes peeled on this match on Breakdown and I want you to see what happens to these two men when they try to make things interesting with me. I want you to see how it ends for them and I want you to study it. Take notes. I want you to understand that what happens to them, it could happen to you. No, I’m not talking about taking you out back and roughing you up with the hardest kicks you’ve ever seen and felt. I’m talking about ripping out your very soul, stomping on it and tossing it out for the scavengers to gobble up and take for their own. I’m talking about ruining everything that makes you, you. Does that make sense to you?
Karen: Yes, it’s crystal clear.
Jordan: Good! Because if I can tell you one thing to prepare yourself for this job it’s this: if you thought Nickleback was bad, you haven’t seen what I’m capable of. And you don’t ever want to see it. I promise you hunny. Now, let’s get to the gym and get this posted.
(Jordan grabs her gym bag and heads for the door as Karen takes a deep breath, gathers her things and tags along behind.)