Post by JFK on Jun 24, 2010 14:27:25 GMT -6
We open up in, not outside, not near, but IN Lambeau Field, Green Bay Wisconsin. We can see JFK standing at the 50 yard line looking around the stadium, he's wearing a sleeveless (why have tattoo's if ya ain't going to show em off right?) white punisher shirt and a pair of jeans. The wind is blowing slightly from the north and the sky is a bit overcast. JFK takes note of the camera and grins ever so slightly.
"Not many people can say in their lifetime they've stood in the middle of the great Lambeau Field. A stadium where legends have been forged, and battles of epic proportions have been fought. Not battles of war, but battles of sport. Not unlike the battles we have every week with each other in this sport we call Professional Wrestling."
He looks around the stadium then down to the Green Bay Packers logo below him, he spits.
"**** the Packers, and **** this city. No wounder Brett left this town, it's horrible! It reeks of cheese and cheap beer. The woman are ugly as sin, and the men look like they've been inbreed since the dawn of time. I cant wait to get this match over with this week so we can get as far away from here as humanly possible. To say these people are morons is an understatement, hell I even saw a kid today wearing a Will Washington T-Shirt."
JFK chuckles a bit and he faces the camera.
"I will admit boy, you have come a long way. Maybe you remember, maybe you don't. But, seeing as I am a betting man, I'd bet you do remember, remember me, and when we FIRST crossed paths."
JFK waves his hand.
"This was long before nCw, long before either one of us even DECIDED to become pro wrestlers. This goes way back to another life almost, at least that's how it seams to me. It wasn't THAT long ago, but it FEELS like ages. Allot of people tend to forget, forget my past, and where I've come from. They forget, or just don't know, that I come from a broken home, one that...well...I broke up. You see my issues with my brother started at birth, and when I tried to kill the little bastard, my mom kicked me, and my dad, out of the house. He became a shell of his former self.
He too was a pro wrestler. Quite good too actually.
It was all down hill from there, he became a drunk, and I became a fighter. I've been fighting all my life boy's, and sure, some fights you win, some fights you lose. But not once, not ONCE in my life have I ever been in a fight where the OTHER guy didn't feel it the next morning. If you fight me, you better pre-pair for WAR. Because that's what my life has been, a constant war.
And I know a thing or two about war, been in a REAL one.
That brings us to Will Washington. You see, me and Will go way back, WAY back, I remember him as a young recruit when he first joined the military, wet behind the years, spoon feed by his parents till he was 18, the kid was shell shocked, in boot camp...BOOT CAMP. How he got past that is a mystery to even me. But he did. Even after I ran him throw the ringer a few times the kid came back for more, so I'll give you that Will, you got the drive, you got the ambition to become the best. It's just a shame that every time your about to climb that rung, you run into me.
Maybe that's why you've avoided me since being here in nCw, maybe that's why when you see me in the hall way you walk the other way. Because you know, that I know, your nothing more then some snot nosed punk kid who's trying to prove to him self, and his daddy, that your really a man, a man's man. But you ain't your still a kid, your still a punk, and this weekend, I do to you just as I did in the military.
I make you my bitch."
JFK chuckles a bit.
"Don't think I forgot about you Burns, I got a score to settle with your punk ass. You think just because you beat me, by cheating, that YOU deserve a World title match? HA! If that's the case then I should have gotten one MONTHS ago. What have you done since losing the Tag titles Burns? Not...A...DAMN...thing. Hell son you even lost last week! Yet you get a title shot, you get a shot at the big dog of the company. And I cant wait. I've been in the ring with Brad before boy and let me tell you.
He's going to eat you alive.
There is very few people on this roster that can stand toe to toe with Brad Kane when he's on his A game, and most of them share a locker room with me. So the way I see it, you...your just filler till Fox decided to give one of us a title shot and take the belt off of Kane, but for now, Fox is happy with letting you get the shot, mostly because I think he wants to see you get your ass kicked all over the arena, and I cant blame him.
That is, if there is anything left of you after we are done with you this week. I don't like being cheated Burns, and that's exactly what you did to me a few weeks ago, I was kicking your ass Burns, from ring post to ring post, and somewhere in there you exposed the turn buckle, well this week I got two other men watching my back to make sure you don't pull any of your shenanigans. Brand will be LUCKY if I leave you in one piece for him, cuz I fully plan on riping your arm off and keeping it as a trophy.
And as far as Ian Kline goes...well..."
JFK looks really confused.
"Who, the ****, are you? Some punk ass kid who's being carried by Will Washington? And you have the NERVE to call ME a loser? HA! Boy, look around you, look around me. I have everything YOU want. The fame, the fortune, the wife, the friends. I have it ALL Ian. So a loser? No. No son, far from it. I am a winner. Just because I've lost a few matches here and there doesn't mean I am a loser, let me remind you boy, I won the nCw National Title in my first month. FIRST MONTH. And now that I have my swagger back, now that you idiots have pissed me off to no end, I'm not going to stop until I get some gold around my waist, and if you ain't careful boy, it just might be YOURS I TAKE.
If I am a loser boy I have no clue what that makes you because the simple fact of the matter is this.
I am BETTER than YOU."
JFK spits once more on the Packers logo and laughs as he walks out of the stadium.
Tundra Lodge Resort & Waterpark in Green Bay. We see JFK walking from the parking lot towards the hotel as Charlie and Venom come walking out towards the parking lot, Charlie waves JFK down and the two men stop to chat for a second.
"Hey where's Christina at? My wife wanted to go over some of those business plans she sent her."
"I sent her home." JFK says in a cold somber tone.
Both Charlie and V look confused.
"Why?"
JFK's stairs beyond them towards well really nothing.
"I've gotten to soft, to laid back, life has been good, too good, and it's taken the hunger out of me. That's why I've been losing, because I haven't been trying as hard as I could be, I've been taking it pretty easy since my return, one to work out the ring rust, two maybe because I wasn't quite fully aware of how strong my knee is yet, and three, I've been spoiled. So, I sent her home. For her own safety."
"Safety?" Venom asks.
"There's a war brewing boy's, a lot of the roster doesn't like what we've done, or how we've done it. So before we become the hunted, it's time we've gone on the hunt. This weekend it will begin, this weekend I will help Steve and Doc get a win over 3 ass hat's who don't even deserve to be in the same ring with us let alone wear nCw gold, and then...I go after some gold for my self, a belt that's currently being warn by well quite literally...a ****ing clown." JFK turns his head to Charlie with a cold hard stair. "And I am going to kill that clown, and take what's rightfully mine, a belt that proves that not only is JFK a good wrestler, but he's a GREAT one at that. Any issues with that...BOSS?"
Charlie grins and back's up a step. "Not at all James."
"Good" JFK walks off and Venom slap's Charlie on the arm.
"What the hell was that all about?"
"I have no clue Vick, but I will tell you this, I haven't seen that look in his eyes for quite sometime. And trust me, I've been on the wrong end of that look before. It's a good thing he's on OUR side."
"I'll say, after a few week's of no sex with the wife he's going to be one MEAN son of a bitch."
With that the scene fades out.
"Not many people can say in their lifetime they've stood in the middle of the great Lambeau Field. A stadium where legends have been forged, and battles of epic proportions have been fought. Not battles of war, but battles of sport. Not unlike the battles we have every week with each other in this sport we call Professional Wrestling."
He looks around the stadium then down to the Green Bay Packers logo below him, he spits.
"**** the Packers, and **** this city. No wounder Brett left this town, it's horrible! It reeks of cheese and cheap beer. The woman are ugly as sin, and the men look like they've been inbreed since the dawn of time. I cant wait to get this match over with this week so we can get as far away from here as humanly possible. To say these people are morons is an understatement, hell I even saw a kid today wearing a Will Washington T-Shirt."
JFK chuckles a bit and he faces the camera.
"I will admit boy, you have come a long way. Maybe you remember, maybe you don't. But, seeing as I am a betting man, I'd bet you do remember, remember me, and when we FIRST crossed paths."
JFK waves his hand.
"This was long before nCw, long before either one of us even DECIDED to become pro wrestlers. This goes way back to another life almost, at least that's how it seams to me. It wasn't THAT long ago, but it FEELS like ages. Allot of people tend to forget, forget my past, and where I've come from. They forget, or just don't know, that I come from a broken home, one that...well...I broke up. You see my issues with my brother started at birth, and when I tried to kill the little bastard, my mom kicked me, and my dad, out of the house. He became a shell of his former self.
He too was a pro wrestler. Quite good too actually.
It was all down hill from there, he became a drunk, and I became a fighter. I've been fighting all my life boy's, and sure, some fights you win, some fights you lose. But not once, not ONCE in my life have I ever been in a fight where the OTHER guy didn't feel it the next morning. If you fight me, you better pre-pair for WAR. Because that's what my life has been, a constant war.
And I know a thing or two about war, been in a REAL one.
That brings us to Will Washington. You see, me and Will go way back, WAY back, I remember him as a young recruit when he first joined the military, wet behind the years, spoon feed by his parents till he was 18, the kid was shell shocked, in boot camp...BOOT CAMP. How he got past that is a mystery to even me. But he did. Even after I ran him throw the ringer a few times the kid came back for more, so I'll give you that Will, you got the drive, you got the ambition to become the best. It's just a shame that every time your about to climb that rung, you run into me.
Maybe that's why you've avoided me since being here in nCw, maybe that's why when you see me in the hall way you walk the other way. Because you know, that I know, your nothing more then some snot nosed punk kid who's trying to prove to him self, and his daddy, that your really a man, a man's man. But you ain't your still a kid, your still a punk, and this weekend, I do to you just as I did in the military.
I make you my bitch."
JFK chuckles a bit.
"Don't think I forgot about you Burns, I got a score to settle with your punk ass. You think just because you beat me, by cheating, that YOU deserve a World title match? HA! If that's the case then I should have gotten one MONTHS ago. What have you done since losing the Tag titles Burns? Not...A...DAMN...thing. Hell son you even lost last week! Yet you get a title shot, you get a shot at the big dog of the company. And I cant wait. I've been in the ring with Brad before boy and let me tell you.
He's going to eat you alive.
There is very few people on this roster that can stand toe to toe with Brad Kane when he's on his A game, and most of them share a locker room with me. So the way I see it, you...your just filler till Fox decided to give one of us a title shot and take the belt off of Kane, but for now, Fox is happy with letting you get the shot, mostly because I think he wants to see you get your ass kicked all over the arena, and I cant blame him.
That is, if there is anything left of you after we are done with you this week. I don't like being cheated Burns, and that's exactly what you did to me a few weeks ago, I was kicking your ass Burns, from ring post to ring post, and somewhere in there you exposed the turn buckle, well this week I got two other men watching my back to make sure you don't pull any of your shenanigans. Brand will be LUCKY if I leave you in one piece for him, cuz I fully plan on riping your arm off and keeping it as a trophy.
And as far as Ian Kline goes...well..."
JFK looks really confused.
"Who, the ****, are you? Some punk ass kid who's being carried by Will Washington? And you have the NERVE to call ME a loser? HA! Boy, look around you, look around me. I have everything YOU want. The fame, the fortune, the wife, the friends. I have it ALL Ian. So a loser? No. No son, far from it. I am a winner. Just because I've lost a few matches here and there doesn't mean I am a loser, let me remind you boy, I won the nCw National Title in my first month. FIRST MONTH. And now that I have my swagger back, now that you idiots have pissed me off to no end, I'm not going to stop until I get some gold around my waist, and if you ain't careful boy, it just might be YOURS I TAKE.
If I am a loser boy I have no clue what that makes you because the simple fact of the matter is this.
I am BETTER than YOU."
JFK spits once more on the Packers logo and laughs as he walks out of the stadium.
Tundra Lodge Resort & Waterpark in Green Bay. We see JFK walking from the parking lot towards the hotel as Charlie and Venom come walking out towards the parking lot, Charlie waves JFK down and the two men stop to chat for a second.
"Hey where's Christina at? My wife wanted to go over some of those business plans she sent her."
"I sent her home." JFK says in a cold somber tone.
Both Charlie and V look confused.
"Why?"
JFK's stairs beyond them towards well really nothing.
"I've gotten to soft, to laid back, life has been good, too good, and it's taken the hunger out of me. That's why I've been losing, because I haven't been trying as hard as I could be, I've been taking it pretty easy since my return, one to work out the ring rust, two maybe because I wasn't quite fully aware of how strong my knee is yet, and three, I've been spoiled. So, I sent her home. For her own safety."
"Safety?" Venom asks.
"There's a war brewing boy's, a lot of the roster doesn't like what we've done, or how we've done it. So before we become the hunted, it's time we've gone on the hunt. This weekend it will begin, this weekend I will help Steve and Doc get a win over 3 ass hat's who don't even deserve to be in the same ring with us let alone wear nCw gold, and then...I go after some gold for my self, a belt that's currently being warn by well quite literally...a ****ing clown." JFK turns his head to Charlie with a cold hard stair. "And I am going to kill that clown, and take what's rightfully mine, a belt that proves that not only is JFK a good wrestler, but he's a GREAT one at that. Any issues with that...BOSS?"
Charlie grins and back's up a step. "Not at all James."
"Good" JFK walks off and Venom slap's Charlie on the arm.
"What the hell was that all about?"
"I have no clue Vick, but I will tell you this, I haven't seen that look in his eyes for quite sometime. And trust me, I've been on the wrong end of that look before. It's a good thing he's on OUR side."
"I'll say, after a few week's of no sex with the wife he's going to be one MEAN son of a bitch."
With that the scene fades out.