Posted by Jeffy Andrews on July 2, 2004, 2:56 am

# Neutrality is non existent # # Evil is a meaningless word # # But righteousness can flourish # # Until it becomes the monster you just heard # De Istemus, “Rock Of Ages” [What we have right now, is Jeffy Andrews.] [Jeffy Andrews looks somewhat different from last time we saw him. That was, of course, Absolute Power, where he was wearing the new black wrestling trunks he’d designed (or more likely, Heidi designed) for his NPW stint. New federation, new look.] [Seeing as wrestling trunks were coming back into fashion, after wrestling in street clothes had been the way of the 90s, he kept that. Only now, his trunks are silver. Honest to god silver. On the left leg, they have the same “Andrews” logo that the NPW trunks had. A crimson A inside an equally crimson circle. This, in turn, is surrounded by another circle, and the area in between the two circles is broken up by zigzag lines. On the right leg, in black letters that appear to have been torn into the material, it says two words, six letters, that define what Jeffy Andrews started his wrestling career with. ] The Man. [The Low Man Immortal is dead, and The Man has risen to take his place.] [To go with the new school trunks, he now wears an old school T-shirt. It is black, and was minted in IWA’s earliest days. It is a collectors item, to be precise. The shirt says on the back, “The Man. The Future. The Legacy”] [Jeffy Andrews used to make up monikers for his name. Back in the days when Rooser The Bruiser mocked him for being quite literally the only LBWF wrestler working under a real name. Unless you count Max Bryant, being forced to wrestle as Chris Jericho for whatever reason stupid LBWF.] [Or maybe not so stupid after all, considering he made all these names for himself while there, and if it wasn’t for the LBWF he wouldn’t have known both the wrong and right things to do while setting the groundwork for IWA.] [But this is all outside the topic of conversation, because Jeffy Andrews is about to grace the camera with him running his mouth.] [His hair is a few shades darker than it used to be, not drastically so, but by now definitely brown as opposed to brownish-blonde. And he has a small goatee of the same color. Or it looks the same color from a distance. Up close, it’s really tri-color, with red, black and blonde combining to form the light brown.] [His face is still scarred. His right eye is still dead gray.] [And now he’s going to speak.] Andrews: Y’know, I’ve been getting this ever since I stepped down from the seat of the IWA. ‘Why, Jeffy?’ Why’d you hand off the CAL Presidency? Why’d you screw over Sam Carnage and NPW? Why’d you do it? Why’d you turn your back on the fans? [He shakes his head.] Andrews: I think that’s the most damning thing I’ve heard since I did this stunt. You know, about turning on the fans before I get any further, I’d like to say something about wrestling fans. [Grin.] Andrews: Wrestling fans are fickle. That’s a good thing, in some ways – if the fans aren’t fickle, they can’t be fucked with. If the fans aren’t willing to cheer someone for saying the name of their town, or boo them for dissing the local sports team, how would we, as wrestlers, be able to do our job? And their fickleness is, in the long run, what keeps them interested. They’re never satisfied with anything, ever. No matter how good you are, you get boring eventually. Like poor Heidi. [Shrug.] Andrews: But now I’m on top of the world, and I’m going to make sure that the people who deserve it end up here with me starting with, obviously, her. [He laughs. Not in a ‘ha ha I’m amused’ way, but in an ‘isn’t this ironic’ way.] Andrews: And turning on the fans? The fans wish they were important enough to the political scheme of things to warrant me turning on them. Quite frankly, I did no such thing. I saved the CAL. I know what I’ll hear from others, I mean, I bet Killingbeck’s just itching for CRW to open so he can start shooting his yap off about me and everything else. They’ll say that I didn’t have the guts to fight NPW, that I took the cowards way out, the low road, the shortcut, the easy route, whatever the hell. [Now that grin’s wider than ever.] Andrews: But hey – I was never stupid. Even the naysayers admitted that. [A nod.] Andrews: And it wasn’t like I was a pawn. More along the lines of a rook, if you gotta know. But seriously – Angie may have been the queen and everything. But I would’ve, and could have, fought back, if it had come to that. [He probably means it.] Andrews: But enough about that. Since I don’t seem to be able to place myself in any situations that are either amusing or worthy of note, I’ll speak my thoughts on this match I’ve got. This match that, frankly, I don’t see any possible way I’m losing. [Business. Away goes the smirk.] Andrews: I’m teaming with two of the finest people I could have ever asked to be teamed with. Ronnie Long, indisputably the toughest man in wrestling. Nobody has taken as much as this guy, and he just keeps getting back up. It’s kinda insane. I’d be scared to be on his bad side. Me, scared. And then, of course, there’s Heidi, who is the best wrestler in the Coalition of Affiliated Leagues, and anyone who disagrees with that is just jealous. Jealous that she’s better than they are and I’m the one banging her. [He had to work at it to keep a straight face through all that.]