Jacoby Capone is standing in a used record shop looking through an assortment of CDs. His voice begins narrating the scene...
Vintage Vinyl has over 100,000 CDs in this building. I’ve probably inspected and debated on buying each and every one of them. Collecting music is a bit of a hobby of mine. I’m passionate about it.
Capone’s concentration breaks as he finds a bit of a treasure in the mixture of albums. He placed it on top of a growing stack of CDs that he was balancing in his left hand.
"Ahh.. The Pixies, Bossanova."
As I was saying, I’m passionate about collecting these albums. By my estimation, this stack of CDs I’m purchasing today will push my collection over the 2,500 mark. I believe it is quite evident to anyone who’s observed my actions over the past few months that my passions become obsessions. As of late these obsessions have been working against me. For example, these albums. This is a good $200 dollars in my hand and hardly makes up one percent of my entire collection. My money in other hands would probably be set aside for savings, bills, groceries; not for me though. I’m obsessed with seeing my collection grow. But in the ring, I’ve let my passion for wrestling for myself and avoiding help become an obsession. I went from two straight victories to two consecutive losses.
Capone walks to the front counter and gently lays the stack of albums down to be checked out. He pulled out his phone while waiting for an employee to come and ring him up.
A previously expressionless face twisted was quickly etched with frustration, anger.
“Williams, damn it, man,” Capone said under his breath.
The phone in Capone’s hand made a creek as Jacoby squeezed it and shoved it back in his pocket.
Directly after failing to take advantage of a match that would have made me the number one contender for the Mayhem Championship, I was informed of my next match: I was again frustrated to find out that I must tag up with another partner. I am already weary of partners. Before the week of Apocalypse, I was teamed with Vega who eventually was pinned by the Beard. Only to further my irritation at Apocalypse, more than not winning in itself, was that Vega, the same man who cost me a victory at Aftershock, was the man that pulled me out of the ring and went on to gain the victory. It marked two weeks in a row for me to have come up short in a match and still yet to be personally defeated. Needless to say, I didn’t like the idea of having a partner at Ascension this week. But while I prefer to handle my own business, I realize how vital it is to have confidence in my partner this week, so I sent an email to my partner, Scott Williams. I offered my allegiance for this one match. Williams of course is hardly hanging on to his roster spot, if, of course, he even has one. He certainly can’t afford to lose. Yet I offer my allegiance and he has the nerve, THE FUC-
An employee had rang up Jacoby’s purchase and requested the payment to which Capone obliged. Following the completion of the transaction and receiving his bagged albums, Capone exited the store and began walking down the sidewalk of the boulevard.
I never heard back from Williams. I guess the man doesn’t like me - no different from the rest of roster of course - and I prefer it that way. But when Jacoby Capone wants to offer his allegiance, you’d better be sure you embrace the rare opportunity.
He repeated the action of looking at his phone and refreshing his email inbox.
I’m not keen on allowing Beard to steal the victory again like he accomplished on Aftershock. Granted, he has worked well with The Masked Gentleman before, the two seem to be on the same page, more than I can say for my partner and I, but I can promise that the end result will once again be another man besides myself on the mat for the three count.
Capone ruffled his bangs and turned down the street where his condo was located a mile further down.
I’ll admit, I’ve yet to make the impact that I am capable of making in WZCW. But I reiterate: no opponent has defeated Jacoby Capone. This week will be no different, only this time, I won’t allow an inferior partner to take the fall either. Whether Williams is ignoring me, is intimidated by me, or has something else up his sleeve, I won’t allow us to come out of this match with a loss. While I guarantee this victory for Williams and myself, I can’t guarantee that Williams won’t suffer any repercussions for his ignorance after I’ve finished with Beard and Masked Gentleman.
Capone finally made it to his apartment. He entered through the door and walked to his large bookcase of a CD collection. Removing the haul he’d just bought, he began placing the albums into the throng alphabetically. When he was finished he again checked his email.
Time was running out for him to connect with Williams. Capone spoke aloud to himself.
“This must be a joke. Williams was fired, was he not? It only can mean that I’m in a handicap match. That’s my new mentality: prepare for Beard and Gentleman..by myself.”
Capone, in a fit of rage, chucked his phone across the room and then punched the side of the bookcase which caused a chunk of the CD collection to fall off the shelves into a cluster on the floor. Capone gasped and slid down to wall. Sitting on the floor against the wall, he ran his hands through his bangs while leaning his head back. His phone had landed against an opposite wall and lied there next to Capone’s wrestling boots.
Capone would not hear back from Williams.
