Post by JFK on Mar 17, 2009 19:20:45 GMT -6
The scene opens just outside of Madison Square Garden where we can see the man known as JFK standing on the sidewalk looking up at the marquee that reads "Live This Sunday, nCw presents Sovereign 2009, Main event Overdrive vs Angel vs Philip Burns vs Adam Knite. JFK turns to the camera with a sly grin on his face.
"It took greasing a few palms but by god, they finally got it right"
He says in his slight southern drawl.
"Let's face facts here boys, this is how it should read, this is how the fans see it, and this is how it will be. Come this Sunday boys, right here in the Mecca of all sports, Madison Square Garden, you 3 boys, from the age, will be locked, in a cage, with your worst nightmare, us...Overdrive."
JFK reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a pack of smoke, he pulls one out with his teeth and lights it up with a black Zippo, which just happens to have the Overdrive logo on it.
"You hate us because we call it like it is, we speak what's on our minds without second guessing our selves, and you know why? Because we speak the truth, like I said before, just because you don't believe it, doesn't make it not true. And the truth of the matter, is the age is nothing but a farce, and it has been since day one"
He takes a deep drag from his smoke to let that settle in. He exhales from his nose a billow of smoke that engulfs his face for a second.
"For months now we've been listening to Adam, Falcon, Angel, and the rest of the patsies talk about their agenda in secret code "oh we can tell you want we are doing, but we want you to guess"...well here's a guess for you, or at least the way I see it.
The age was formed for one reason and one sole reason only, to win back Kelly Fox for Adam, all this bull**** about fighting against stables and egos? Just that, bull****. And now that Adam has his love, he needs to keep her, because let's face facts, she gets bored pretty easily, and when Adam isn't on top of the food chain, she goes off with whoever is, Adam knows this, the boys in the back know this, all too well, hell even the fans know this. I aint sayin she's a gold digger but....I don't know how the rest of that song goes you get the point."
He grins that devils grin once again as he takes another long hard pull from his smoke.
"Adam wants to keep his wench so bad that he would even stoop so low as to ask, no demand, that his fellow stable mate, his comrade in arms against the non honor having heathens, that’d be us, to commit the biggest cardinal sin this business knows, he asked the man to take a dive, to lay down for him, like his name was Kelly Fox."
JFK raises his eyebrow.
"Really? REALLY!? This is what you consider honorable Adam? This is what you are fighting for Angel? You fight beside a man who would ask to cheat for him, so he can get an easy victory? How long has it been Angel? How long have you been fighting, scraping, scratching, clawing your way up to the top, to finally get your chance to become the number one contender to the world title, only to be asked to take a back seat, and for what Angel? So Adam can impress his lil bitch? This is what you've become? It’s sad, it truly is."
JFK grabs a bottle out of some guy that's passing by's hands, he pours the contents out to the ground.
"This is for my dead hommie, Angel, we will miss you. This is what they do right?"
He asks the man. The stranger looks pissed at first then his eyes widen.
"Hey your that JFK guy right? My kid is a huge fan."
JFK grins, pulls out a marker and signs the bottle.
"Here give that to the kiddo"
The fan grins and says thanks as he walks off.
"As far as you go Phil, you don't mind if I call you Phil do ya? Don't matter I don't care, you Phil, you get a front row seat, front row to the demise of the age, after this Sunday, this war, is OVER. And we, not the age, but Overdrive will be standing tall, united, together, regardless of who wins, as long as it isn't one of you 3. Because the way I see it Phil, after this Sunday, one of us will be going after the world title, and the other two. Well...we'll be coming for your tag titles, so you might want to do yourself a favor, and take a breather this match Phil, because you have no chance in hell in winning it. And you’re sure as hell going to need your energy for us when we do come after those straps, it’s just a matter of time before we take everything away from you, just a matter of time"
JFK flicks his smoke out into the street and looks up at the marquee once more and we fade out.
"It took greasing a few palms but by god, they finally got it right"
He says in his slight southern drawl.
"Let's face facts here boys, this is how it should read, this is how the fans see it, and this is how it will be. Come this Sunday boys, right here in the Mecca of all sports, Madison Square Garden, you 3 boys, from the age, will be locked, in a cage, with your worst nightmare, us...Overdrive."
JFK reaches into his leather jacket and pulls out a pack of smoke, he pulls one out with his teeth and lights it up with a black Zippo, which just happens to have the Overdrive logo on it.
"You hate us because we call it like it is, we speak what's on our minds without second guessing our selves, and you know why? Because we speak the truth, like I said before, just because you don't believe it, doesn't make it not true. And the truth of the matter, is the age is nothing but a farce, and it has been since day one"
He takes a deep drag from his smoke to let that settle in. He exhales from his nose a billow of smoke that engulfs his face for a second.
"For months now we've been listening to Adam, Falcon, Angel, and the rest of the patsies talk about their agenda in secret code "oh we can tell you want we are doing, but we want you to guess"...well here's a guess for you, or at least the way I see it.
The age was formed for one reason and one sole reason only, to win back Kelly Fox for Adam, all this bull**** about fighting against stables and egos? Just that, bull****. And now that Adam has his love, he needs to keep her, because let's face facts, she gets bored pretty easily, and when Adam isn't on top of the food chain, she goes off with whoever is, Adam knows this, the boys in the back know this, all too well, hell even the fans know this. I aint sayin she's a gold digger but....I don't know how the rest of that song goes you get the point."
He grins that devils grin once again as he takes another long hard pull from his smoke.
"Adam wants to keep his wench so bad that he would even stoop so low as to ask, no demand, that his fellow stable mate, his comrade in arms against the non honor having heathens, that’d be us, to commit the biggest cardinal sin this business knows, he asked the man to take a dive, to lay down for him, like his name was Kelly Fox."
JFK raises his eyebrow.
"Really? REALLY!? This is what you consider honorable Adam? This is what you are fighting for Angel? You fight beside a man who would ask to cheat for him, so he can get an easy victory? How long has it been Angel? How long have you been fighting, scraping, scratching, clawing your way up to the top, to finally get your chance to become the number one contender to the world title, only to be asked to take a back seat, and for what Angel? So Adam can impress his lil bitch? This is what you've become? It’s sad, it truly is."
JFK grabs a bottle out of some guy that's passing by's hands, he pours the contents out to the ground.
"This is for my dead hommie, Angel, we will miss you. This is what they do right?"
He asks the man. The stranger looks pissed at first then his eyes widen.
"Hey your that JFK guy right? My kid is a huge fan."
JFK grins, pulls out a marker and signs the bottle.
"Here give that to the kiddo"
The fan grins and says thanks as he walks off.
"As far as you go Phil, you don't mind if I call you Phil do ya? Don't matter I don't care, you Phil, you get a front row seat, front row to the demise of the age, after this Sunday, this war, is OVER. And we, not the age, but Overdrive will be standing tall, united, together, regardless of who wins, as long as it isn't one of you 3. Because the way I see it Phil, after this Sunday, one of us will be going after the world title, and the other two. Well...we'll be coming for your tag titles, so you might want to do yourself a favor, and take a breather this match Phil, because you have no chance in hell in winning it. And you’re sure as hell going to need your energy for us when we do come after those straps, it’s just a matter of time before we take everything away from you, just a matter of time"
JFK flicks his smoke out into the street and looks up at the marquee once more and we fade out.