Post by Jake Keeton on Oct 10, 2012 23:03:18 GMT -6
My name is Jake KEETON… that’s two E’s no A.
Sorry, that’s been buggin’ the **** out of me for over a week now and it feels good to have it out of the way.
Now, I could spend all day coming up with excuses for why I tapped out at Trauma. I could tell ya I had a 114 degree fever and the gout which may or may not be true but the fact of the matter is no excuse is a good excuse. My opponent was NOT better than me and should a rematch happen at some point I’ll prove just that. Just like I’ll prove that Jackson King is a ****ing poser who’s gonna get an ass whoopin’ worse than the one J.J. Biggs laid on him last week.
Before I verbally assault some skinny jean wearing reject who has no business stepping into the ring with a Modern Day Outlaw, how bout a brief history lesson for the mildly retarded so there’s no confusion as to who I am and why I’m here.
It was late 2009 and I was coming off a very successful run as the World Champion in another promotion. I’d done all there was to do there and would go on to be one of the first people inducted into their Hall of Fame, but at that time I was looking for a fresh start so I jumped ship to nCw. I dominated and won a Battle Royal in my first match here which catapulted me into the Main Event of my second nCw show in a Three Way Dance, which will always show on my record as a loss but I wasn’t pinned or submitted. My final match in nCw was a close, close matchup that I came out on the losing end of against then World Champion, Falcon. I asked for and was given my release shortly after that, so that puts my nCw record at a dismal 1-2. Since then I’ve had my ups and downs. The downs included losing everything I cared about and almost my life. The ups? That’d be two more shiny gold World Championships and getting back everything I lost.
My plan was to enlighten you all on how this is my second chance to make a first impression but that didn’t go so well at Trauma. So we’ll just chalk what happened last week up as a minor miscalculation on my part, doesn’t change the fact that I’m now 1-3 inside an nCw ring which eats at me like you wouldn’t believe. It also angers me, and yeah I’m 5’9” and under 200lbs, but ask anyone who’s every pissed me off real good if they regret it and I guarantee the answer is yes. Calm, cool, and collected Jake Keeton is still dangerous, but angry Jake Keeton is ****in’ deadly.
Which means Jackson King is a dead man walking. I could tell you I’m looking forward to our match Jack, but the truth is you’re an appetizer before the main course. I can look up and down the nCw roster and see guys who’s asses I been kicking for years like Nighthawk, Dexter Davis, Joe Everyman… Wait that’s not the least bit impressive except for Dex. You get my point though, they’re all better than you and I beat’em. You lost last week to a guy who’s been retired for two years, up till about two weeks ago I was beating some of the best wrestlers in the World on a weekly basis. I’m the best wrestling walking the planet and you, Jackson, you’re…
Not.
The scene opens to complete darkness but suddenly the screen of an HTC One X lights up and the phone begins to ring. A hand passes in front of the screen and flips on a bedside lamp. Jake Keeton, dressed in nothing but a pair of plain white Fruit of the Loom briefs, sits up in bed and answers the phone.
Jake: Hello?
Jake is silent for a few moments and his wife Kassie sits up in bed next to him, the baby blue sleep shirt she was wearing was pulled to one side and her long blonde hair flowed down onto her sexy tanned shoulders. Kassie looks concerned as Jake gets out of bed and begins getting dressed being sure to hide the sly grin on his face from his wife as he continue to listen to the voice on the other end of the line.
Jake: I’m sorry about all of this Mr. Ross, I’ll be over to pick him in a few minutes.
Jake touches end on the phone and slide the phone in to the pocket of the tattered jeans he’d just thrown on along with a Lynyrd Skynyrd hoodie.
Kassie: What on earth is going on?
Jake: Dave Ross down the street just caught J.C. in his daughters bedroom.
Kassie glances over at the clock that reads 12:30am.
Kassie: How? He came in here at 11 to say he was done studying and was going to bed early.
Jake: I guess he snuck out.
Kassie looks at her husband that she knows so well and can tell he’s totally faking the angry tone in his voice.
Kassie: You’re not upset? Please tell me you don’t find some kind of macho pride in the thought of your teenage son sneaking into some innocent girl’s bedroom?
Jake tries to ignore the question and leans down to give her a kiss before he leaves but she puts her hand up to stop him.
Kassie: You’re gonna answer me, Mister!
Jake: Kass I don’t have time for this, JC didn’t break into the house, that “innocent girl” let him in and now her old man and from the sounds of it, you, are placing all the blame on the boy. He’s 15, and he’s a smart kid but I was 15 once myself and I know which head he’s thinkin’ with.
Kassie: So you’re going to encourage this kind of behavior?
Jake looks at her like she’s just grown a second head.
Jake: Hell no I’m not gonna encourage it, thank God I don’t have a daughter because I’d shoot some little bastard for sneaking in her window. I just can’t be too hard on him for being drawn in by the power of a woman especially with one as damn sexy as you lookin’ up at me right now.
Kassie: That’s a good answer, come here.
She motions for him and he leans down and kisses her.
Kassie: Now go get our boy.
Jake: If I’m not back in an hour call the police cause that probably means I had to break Mr. Ross’ jaw.
Kassie: Don’t do anything stupid, I love you.
He just flashes her a smile as he’s walking out the door.
Jake: Love you too.
To be continued
Sorry, that’s been buggin’ the **** out of me for over a week now and it feels good to have it out of the way.
Now, I could spend all day coming up with excuses for why I tapped out at Trauma. I could tell ya I had a 114 degree fever and the gout which may or may not be true but the fact of the matter is no excuse is a good excuse. My opponent was NOT better than me and should a rematch happen at some point I’ll prove just that. Just like I’ll prove that Jackson King is a ****ing poser who’s gonna get an ass whoopin’ worse than the one J.J. Biggs laid on him last week.
Before I verbally assault some skinny jean wearing reject who has no business stepping into the ring with a Modern Day Outlaw, how bout a brief history lesson for the mildly retarded so there’s no confusion as to who I am and why I’m here.
It was late 2009 and I was coming off a very successful run as the World Champion in another promotion. I’d done all there was to do there and would go on to be one of the first people inducted into their Hall of Fame, but at that time I was looking for a fresh start so I jumped ship to nCw. I dominated and won a Battle Royal in my first match here which catapulted me into the Main Event of my second nCw show in a Three Way Dance, which will always show on my record as a loss but I wasn’t pinned or submitted. My final match in nCw was a close, close matchup that I came out on the losing end of against then World Champion, Falcon. I asked for and was given my release shortly after that, so that puts my nCw record at a dismal 1-2. Since then I’ve had my ups and downs. The downs included losing everything I cared about and almost my life. The ups? That’d be two more shiny gold World Championships and getting back everything I lost.
My plan was to enlighten you all on how this is my second chance to make a first impression but that didn’t go so well at Trauma. So we’ll just chalk what happened last week up as a minor miscalculation on my part, doesn’t change the fact that I’m now 1-3 inside an nCw ring which eats at me like you wouldn’t believe. It also angers me, and yeah I’m 5’9” and under 200lbs, but ask anyone who’s every pissed me off real good if they regret it and I guarantee the answer is yes. Calm, cool, and collected Jake Keeton is still dangerous, but angry Jake Keeton is ****in’ deadly.
Which means Jackson King is a dead man walking. I could tell you I’m looking forward to our match Jack, but the truth is you’re an appetizer before the main course. I can look up and down the nCw roster and see guys who’s asses I been kicking for years like Nighthawk, Dexter Davis, Joe Everyman… Wait that’s not the least bit impressive except for Dex. You get my point though, they’re all better than you and I beat’em. You lost last week to a guy who’s been retired for two years, up till about two weeks ago I was beating some of the best wrestlers in the World on a weekly basis. I’m the best wrestling walking the planet and you, Jackson, you’re…
Not.
The scene opens to complete darkness but suddenly the screen of an HTC One X lights up and the phone begins to ring. A hand passes in front of the screen and flips on a bedside lamp. Jake Keeton, dressed in nothing but a pair of plain white Fruit of the Loom briefs, sits up in bed and answers the phone.
Jake: Hello?
Jake is silent for a few moments and his wife Kassie sits up in bed next to him, the baby blue sleep shirt she was wearing was pulled to one side and her long blonde hair flowed down onto her sexy tanned shoulders. Kassie looks concerned as Jake gets out of bed and begins getting dressed being sure to hide the sly grin on his face from his wife as he continue to listen to the voice on the other end of the line.
Jake: I’m sorry about all of this Mr. Ross, I’ll be over to pick him in a few minutes.
Jake touches end on the phone and slide the phone in to the pocket of the tattered jeans he’d just thrown on along with a Lynyrd Skynyrd hoodie.
Kassie: What on earth is going on?
Jake: Dave Ross down the street just caught J.C. in his daughters bedroom.
Kassie glances over at the clock that reads 12:30am.
Kassie: How? He came in here at 11 to say he was done studying and was going to bed early.
Jake: I guess he snuck out.
Kassie looks at her husband that she knows so well and can tell he’s totally faking the angry tone in his voice.
Kassie: You’re not upset? Please tell me you don’t find some kind of macho pride in the thought of your teenage son sneaking into some innocent girl’s bedroom?
Jake tries to ignore the question and leans down to give her a kiss before he leaves but she puts her hand up to stop him.
Kassie: You’re gonna answer me, Mister!
Jake: Kass I don’t have time for this, JC didn’t break into the house, that “innocent girl” let him in and now her old man and from the sounds of it, you, are placing all the blame on the boy. He’s 15, and he’s a smart kid but I was 15 once myself and I know which head he’s thinkin’ with.
Kassie: So you’re going to encourage this kind of behavior?
Jake looks at her like she’s just grown a second head.
Jake: Hell no I’m not gonna encourage it, thank God I don’t have a daughter because I’d shoot some little bastard for sneaking in her window. I just can’t be too hard on him for being drawn in by the power of a woman especially with one as damn sexy as you lookin’ up at me right now.
Kassie: That’s a good answer, come here.
She motions for him and he leans down and kisses her.
Kassie: Now go get our boy.
Jake: If I’m not back in an hour call the police cause that probably means I had to break Mr. Ross’ jaw.
Kassie: Don’t do anything stupid, I love you.
He just flashes her a smile as he’s walking out the door.
Jake: Love you too.
To be continued