Post by jacksantore on Dec 2, 2017 21:17:41 GMT -5
”Momentum.”
That's the sound of Jack Santore, the resident New Yorker who stands in front of a WCG logo. He's dressed in his ring gear and a plan black t-shirt.
Jack: ”I used to think that momentum didn't mean much. I mean, you head about it a lot in sports, right? One time comes out of the gate and strong. They just pound away at their opponents and it looks like it's over. It looks like it's about to be a blowout and a win for this team.”
Jack pauses before shaking his index finger at the camera with a click of his tongue.
Jack: ”Then what happens?”
Jack shrugs his shoulders with a tiny smirk.
Jack: ”That momentum swings the other way, doesn't it? Just one play happens, right? One touch down, one run scored, one strong punch thrown. Whatever sport it may be, it begins to change things and suddenly that person you or team or whatever that you thought was finished starts clawing their way back into things.”
Jack shrugs a very “dismissive” shrug, even throwing his hands as so.
Jack: ”But it's over, right? Momentum or not it still appears over. It looks like that team that got that strong start is going to storm back. But then that underdog just keeps fighting back. They never lay down and die. They just keep on going. One step at a time, just go one step at a time and get back into things and give yourself a chance. That's all you need.”
Jack nods at his own words with a smile on his face.
Jack: ”I bet you're asking what my point is, right? What does this have to do with anything? Who do I sound like the head coach during halftime of the random sports movie?”
Jack chuckles a bit but otherwise remains serious as he leans against the wall.
Jack: ”I know that everyone thought I was done. I mean what was it 4 losses in a row? Something like that. I can't really remember and I'd really much like to continue to not remember cause it wasn't fun. It wasn't fun to lose as much as I did. No one likes losing. It sucks. It makes you question yourself, question your preparation and the more that you lose, it starts to almost become a habit. One loss turns into two, two turns into three and so on. But at Unscripted I finally turned it aground.”
He emphasizes how happy he was to finally get a win with a clap of his hands and a big smile on his face.
Jack: ”I know it's only one win. I know it was against a person that's fairly new. But it doesn't matter. I had to work for that win and I'm proud to have beat such an opponent. Because I desperately needed that. I needed to feel like my preparation and my training were paying off. I needed momentum to swing my way for once. I mean, I know I'm not here winning a title of anything but I won and it's enough to get me going and get me feeling good again. My momentum will carry me to a win again, despite it not being easy.”
Jack exhales as he folds his arms across his chest and looks directly into the camera.
Jack: ”I'm not overlooking you, Trina Bishop. Not in the least. I know how it is when people do that and I have no intention of doing that and setting myself up for a let down and a loss. I've seen what you're about and you seem like a nice girl. I'm sure you're going to have a long career ahead of you with many wins. But I'm sorry...it won't be this match. No, because momentum is swinging my way and I have zero intentions of letting it swing back the other way. Not again. Not now and not ever.”
Jack shakes his head emphatically.
Jack: ”I know you're probably out to prove the same thing. To me, to your family and everyone it is that supports and loves you, but I'm sorry to say that you're going to disappoint them this time. You're going to have to brush yourself off and try to swing the momentum back to you after I teach you about perseverance too. After I teach you about coming back from the brink and not giving up, as cheesy as it sounds.”
He looks down to the floor for a moment before he looks back up, intensely and passionately.
Jack: ”I don't wanna stand here and say that I have to win this match. But I have to win this match. Not because of your inexperience. I mean we're all rookies here but I can't afford to go another losing streak. I won't go on another losing streak. I refuse. And no offense, Trina, but I refuse to lose to you. Not because it's you but it's just the way that the dice rolled. I got you and not anyone else. It would be all the same to me if I were facing up against anyone else. If it were CJ Lorson, Austen Blackwell or Tasmin Richards I'd feel the same way. Nobody is going to be too big for me or too much for me. I want this.”
He nods again, trying his best to pump himself up.
Jack: ”It's about time that I start to look forward to getting into that ring again. Like I used to. Because for a while it was a tense time. A time for anxiety and wondering and it lead me to a crappy path. But now, hell its like it used to be. Like when I would step out onto the football field and lead my team to victory. Or when I'd step into the cage and knock someone out with a hard left. It was fun. It was a blast. So let's have some fun, Trina. But not too much fun, huh?”
Jack winks into the camera again with a smile as he rubs his hands together and walks off to warm up for his match.
That's the sound of Jack Santore, the resident New Yorker who stands in front of a WCG logo. He's dressed in his ring gear and a plan black t-shirt.
Jack: ”I used to think that momentum didn't mean much. I mean, you head about it a lot in sports, right? One time comes out of the gate and strong. They just pound away at their opponents and it looks like it's over. It looks like it's about to be a blowout and a win for this team.”
Jack pauses before shaking his index finger at the camera with a click of his tongue.
Jack: ”Then what happens?”
Jack shrugs his shoulders with a tiny smirk.
Jack: ”That momentum swings the other way, doesn't it? Just one play happens, right? One touch down, one run scored, one strong punch thrown. Whatever sport it may be, it begins to change things and suddenly that person you or team or whatever that you thought was finished starts clawing their way back into things.”
Jack shrugs a very “dismissive” shrug, even throwing his hands as so.
Jack: ”But it's over, right? Momentum or not it still appears over. It looks like that team that got that strong start is going to storm back. But then that underdog just keeps fighting back. They never lay down and die. They just keep on going. One step at a time, just go one step at a time and get back into things and give yourself a chance. That's all you need.”
Jack nods at his own words with a smile on his face.
Jack: ”I bet you're asking what my point is, right? What does this have to do with anything? Who do I sound like the head coach during halftime of the random sports movie?”
Jack chuckles a bit but otherwise remains serious as he leans against the wall.
Jack: ”I know that everyone thought I was done. I mean what was it 4 losses in a row? Something like that. I can't really remember and I'd really much like to continue to not remember cause it wasn't fun. It wasn't fun to lose as much as I did. No one likes losing. It sucks. It makes you question yourself, question your preparation and the more that you lose, it starts to almost become a habit. One loss turns into two, two turns into three and so on. But at Unscripted I finally turned it aground.”
He emphasizes how happy he was to finally get a win with a clap of his hands and a big smile on his face.
Jack: ”I know it's only one win. I know it was against a person that's fairly new. But it doesn't matter. I had to work for that win and I'm proud to have beat such an opponent. Because I desperately needed that. I needed to feel like my preparation and my training were paying off. I needed momentum to swing my way for once. I mean, I know I'm not here winning a title of anything but I won and it's enough to get me going and get me feeling good again. My momentum will carry me to a win again, despite it not being easy.”
Jack exhales as he folds his arms across his chest and looks directly into the camera.
Jack: ”I'm not overlooking you, Trina Bishop. Not in the least. I know how it is when people do that and I have no intention of doing that and setting myself up for a let down and a loss. I've seen what you're about and you seem like a nice girl. I'm sure you're going to have a long career ahead of you with many wins. But I'm sorry...it won't be this match. No, because momentum is swinging my way and I have zero intentions of letting it swing back the other way. Not again. Not now and not ever.”
Jack shakes his head emphatically.
Jack: ”I know you're probably out to prove the same thing. To me, to your family and everyone it is that supports and loves you, but I'm sorry to say that you're going to disappoint them this time. You're going to have to brush yourself off and try to swing the momentum back to you after I teach you about perseverance too. After I teach you about coming back from the brink and not giving up, as cheesy as it sounds.”
He looks down to the floor for a moment before he looks back up, intensely and passionately.
Jack: ”I don't wanna stand here and say that I have to win this match. But I have to win this match. Not because of your inexperience. I mean we're all rookies here but I can't afford to go another losing streak. I won't go on another losing streak. I refuse. And no offense, Trina, but I refuse to lose to you. Not because it's you but it's just the way that the dice rolled. I got you and not anyone else. It would be all the same to me if I were facing up against anyone else. If it were CJ Lorson, Austen Blackwell or Tasmin Richards I'd feel the same way. Nobody is going to be too big for me or too much for me. I want this.”
He nods again, trying his best to pump himself up.
Jack: ”It's about time that I start to look forward to getting into that ring again. Like I used to. Because for a while it was a tense time. A time for anxiety and wondering and it lead me to a crappy path. But now, hell its like it used to be. Like when I would step out onto the football field and lead my team to victory. Or when I'd step into the cage and knock someone out with a hard left. It was fun. It was a blast. So let's have some fun, Trina. But not too much fun, huh?”
Jack winks into the camera again with a smile as he rubs his hands together and walks off to warm up for his match.