Post by JFK on Sept 12, 2009 13:08:20 GMT -6
The scene opens up on the back of a white dress shirt, as the camera pans backwards we see that shirt is on the man we've come to know as JFK. He's standing in front of a mirror adjusting his tie. As it pans out more into the next room we can now tell JFK is in the bathroom asking as if he's getting dressed up to head out somewhere, his white dress shirt tucked into a pair of baggy grey with black pin stripes pants. His hair combed back and pulled into a pony tail, and from the reflection in the mirror we can tell his beard has been trimmed down to a thin 5 o'clock shadow. We hear a voice come from the side of the room.
"Man this Xtreme Warfare match, as a former hardcore champion, let me tell ya, matches like this make me giddy as a girl on prom night."
JFK looks over his shoulder raising an eyebrow, the camera pans over a bit and we see the voice is coming from JFK's passed mentor, the former Messiah of Hardcore, David J. Price. Better known to the rest of you as simply, Price.
"I will admit I am a bit confused with the lineup of the match however. I mean, some of these guys make sense, you, DP, Jason since he's the champion, but the other two? Ace? Really? And this kid Xaiver Cross? Who the smurf is he?"
JFK just shrugs as he continues to work on his tie.
"When's Conway going to admit to himself and everyone else that he's just not as good as he thinks he is? I mean the dude comes out day after day, talks like a broken record and no one ever listens. It's the same ol **** over and over again, it always has been even over at the other place. And this Champion they got, Sexy Jason? I mean...really? Does this guy listen to himself? I thought the Ace was bad about repeating himself but this dude takes it to a whole new level. Same ol drivel over and over again, at least that kid Cross comes out with some, off the wall yes, but original ****."
JFK "hrms" as he walks out of the bathroom fixing his cufflinks.
"Are you even listening to me boy? You got your biggest match to date coming up this Sunday, and your getting dressing up in a...is that a zoot suit?"
"Y'eap."
JFK sits on the edge of the bed and grabs a pair of dress shows that match his outfit.
"Boy you need to be off training getting ready for this match!"
JFK shakes his head.
"Not really."
"Not really!? As much as I might not like these dude's in this match, a lot of them are very very capable of handling themselves in that ring James. You need to be ready for them. Ready for anything."
"I am."
"You...your getting dressed to take your wife out on a night on the town how is that getting ready for your match this Sunday!?"
"The best way to prepare for war is to live your life to the fullest before hand, you...of all people should know that."
Price blinks taken aback a bit by that.
"I appreciate your concern Dave, I really do, but this is my match, and my regiment. Don’t worry, I'll be ready for war this Sunday, I'll be more than ready to put it all on the line to get what I want, but I'd be a fool not to enjoy my time before that. Because after this Sunday, none of us in this match will ever be the same."
"Touché, I'll give you that, fine. Do whatcha want. I think I'll go smurf with Steve's head a little bit."
The camera pans over to JFK whose still tying his shoe, and then back to where Price is sitting, was sitting, as the chair is now empty. JFK just shakes his head.
"I'm actually glad to see you back Dark Prophet, glad to see you in that ring kicking ass and taking names, now Kole doesn’t have anything to brag about at the family picnics, and my god would he brag, he'd tell anyone that would listen the story of how he took you out for good, so for that I am glad you are back, but with that aside, you my large friend, are a brick wall in my way of my goals, a very...large...brick wall, but one that needs to be torn down none the less, your right big man. This Sunday will be a war. This Sunday will be hell on earth for all five of us, and the winner, will be more of a survivor, then actual winner. And to be quite honest with you, and everyone else, you’re the only one I see in this match who can take as much punishment as me. Maybe even more. I guess we'll find out this Sunday.
This Sunday, Battlegrounds, American Airlines Arena, Dallas, Texas. Xtreme Warfare Match."
JFK raises his head and grins at the camera.
"Sounds like fun to me. But I am one who realizes what's in store for me in this match, what's in store for ALL of us in this match. Cross, you should have listened to your wife son, you should have spent as much time with them as you could before this Sunday. You should
Enjoy life.
You ask of me Cross what I am willing to do to win that title, I ask you Cross, how much are you willing to take to survive. I've been fighting all my life Cross, for my life. For my lively hood. I put my own flesh and blood into the hospital, not for a title, not for even a title shot, just...because...I could. I'm willing to put it all on the line Cross, my flesh, my blood, my tears, all of it, will shed this Sunday, as will yours, how will YOU react Cross? How will YOU react when your body gives, when it tells you it cannot go on anymore, when it's life or death, will you crumble? Or will your crawl? Rest assure boy, there's only two ways I am leaving Xtreme Warfare this Sunday, as the new Xtreme Champion, or in a stretcher. Either way. I'm more than willing to put it ALL on the line. That's why I am
Enjoying my life.
I don’t need to train for hours on end, not for a match like this, not for a match that's not going to be about wrestling skill and talent, but who can dish out, and more importantly who can TAKE the most damage.
You will hurt.
You will bleed.
Speaking of bleeding...
Is it your time of the month Conway? Because it sure sounds like your bleeding like a little smurf, god knows your whining like a smurf with PMS. I didn’t make an Impact? Better check your face again Conway, that cut under your eye? My fist. That bruise on your ribs? My knee. Yeah, Jason interfered with our match, but the end result was still the same, even if he didn’t interfere Conway it was just a matter of time before I kicked your teeth clean down your neck, and drilled your head into the mat with your last Nail in the Coffin. I'll just have to finish what I started this Sunday. But if you really...REALLY want to try and make me pay for what happened, come and collect. I got your payment right here."
JFK holds his fist up with a grin. He stand's cracking his neck and grabbing a jacket that matches his pants from the back of a nearby chair.
"Just so we are clear Conway, the knee, feeling better than ever. My mind, as clear as a sunny Florida summer day. I'm more prepared for this match than any other I've had before. So you can come out here, you can run your mouth all you want, talk talk talk all day long I don’t care Ace. I don’t give a rats ass what you have to say anymore, it's tiresome, and trivial. I give you the same advice I gave Cross, shut your trap, take your wife and kid out on the town and
Enjoy your life.
There is one person out of all of us in this mix who is living his life.
As an asshole.
But living it none the less.
That is of course the Current, and soon to be FORMER Xtreme Champion, Sexy Jason."
JFK chuckles a bit as rotates his jacket over his shoulders and slides his arms in.
"Did you forget so soon Jason? The reason WHY we kicked you out of the Empire in the first place? You couldn’t hang with us Jason, not in a million years. We were a special breed of assholes Jason, you....your just a joke. smurf the fans you say huh? Sounds familiar. Oh...that’s because we already did it...and BETTER. But it’s ok Jason, I understand you’re bitter, hurt, and alone, the need to lash out, the need to piss everyone off around you. It's because no one will except you for who you are.
But who are you really? I mean, when you’re not trying to pull your best Kole Kaos? Being an asshole is nothing new Jason, it's nothing special, it's actually just a cheap way to get heat, and you can’t even do THAT right.
You know why you've had the longest reign with that belt Jason? Because I never set my eyes on it before now. You know WHY you've held that title so many times? Because it's the only one you can get your sweaty little hands on.
History lesson Jason, my first month here, first MONTH, I won the National Title. Can you say the same? Have you even HAD a National Title SHOT!?
So keep running your mouth Jason, keep blowing your own ego, get it all out of your system now, because at Xtreme Warfare, it ALL comes to an END. I won’t guarantee a win this Sunday, in a match like this anything can happen, but I will guarantee you this Jason, if I get carted out in a stretcher, you'll be right next to me. You will NOT walk out of Battleground as the Xtreme Champion Jason. Not this time."
The door opens up and in walks JFK's wife Kelly Karn, wearing a short little 30's style black dress and a matching hat and garter belt. She walks up to her husband wrapping her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"You almost done sweetie? We need to head out soon."
"All done darlin."
"Good, I got something to say real fast if you don’t mind?"
"Go for it sexy."
Kelly grins at the camera and gives a light wave.
"Hello boy's, first let me wish you all luck this Sunday, I honestly hope all of you make it throw this match with no serious injuries, but with that said I have one person I need to address. Jake Conway, The Ace, you need to keep my husband's name out of your mouth, it's not a smurf for you to suck on, even tho god knows you want to. Let me make something perfectly clear to you, his name...is James. Franklin. Karn. Not Jim, not Jimbo, Jimmy, or any other variation, but if you can’t remember that, how about you just call him...Mr Better...then you."
"Ya damn right."
Kelly and JFK smile at the camera. JFK grabs a fedora hat that matches his hat off a nearby hat rack as they head for the door. He turns back to the camera one last time.
"Enjoy your life boys, after this Sunday; it will never be the same. War changes people, I know firsthand, as I’m the only one in this match who's actually SEEN war. I have spoken."
With that the happy couple leave the room and we fade to black.
"Man this Xtreme Warfare match, as a former hardcore champion, let me tell ya, matches like this make me giddy as a girl on prom night."
JFK looks over his shoulder raising an eyebrow, the camera pans over a bit and we see the voice is coming from JFK's passed mentor, the former Messiah of Hardcore, David J. Price. Better known to the rest of you as simply, Price.
"I will admit I am a bit confused with the lineup of the match however. I mean, some of these guys make sense, you, DP, Jason since he's the champion, but the other two? Ace? Really? And this kid Xaiver Cross? Who the smurf is he?"
JFK just shrugs as he continues to work on his tie.
"When's Conway going to admit to himself and everyone else that he's just not as good as he thinks he is? I mean the dude comes out day after day, talks like a broken record and no one ever listens. It's the same ol **** over and over again, it always has been even over at the other place. And this Champion they got, Sexy Jason? I mean...really? Does this guy listen to himself? I thought the Ace was bad about repeating himself but this dude takes it to a whole new level. Same ol drivel over and over again, at least that kid Cross comes out with some, off the wall yes, but original ****."
JFK "hrms" as he walks out of the bathroom fixing his cufflinks.
"Are you even listening to me boy? You got your biggest match to date coming up this Sunday, and your getting dressing up in a...is that a zoot suit?"
"Y'eap."
JFK sits on the edge of the bed and grabs a pair of dress shows that match his outfit.
"Boy you need to be off training getting ready for this match!"
JFK shakes his head.
"Not really."
"Not really!? As much as I might not like these dude's in this match, a lot of them are very very capable of handling themselves in that ring James. You need to be ready for them. Ready for anything."
"I am."
"You...your getting dressed to take your wife out on a night on the town how is that getting ready for your match this Sunday!?"
"The best way to prepare for war is to live your life to the fullest before hand, you...of all people should know that."
Price blinks taken aback a bit by that.
"I appreciate your concern Dave, I really do, but this is my match, and my regiment. Don’t worry, I'll be ready for war this Sunday, I'll be more than ready to put it all on the line to get what I want, but I'd be a fool not to enjoy my time before that. Because after this Sunday, none of us in this match will ever be the same."
"Touché, I'll give you that, fine. Do whatcha want. I think I'll go smurf with Steve's head a little bit."
The camera pans over to JFK whose still tying his shoe, and then back to where Price is sitting, was sitting, as the chair is now empty. JFK just shakes his head.
"I'm actually glad to see you back Dark Prophet, glad to see you in that ring kicking ass and taking names, now Kole doesn’t have anything to brag about at the family picnics, and my god would he brag, he'd tell anyone that would listen the story of how he took you out for good, so for that I am glad you are back, but with that aside, you my large friend, are a brick wall in my way of my goals, a very...large...brick wall, but one that needs to be torn down none the less, your right big man. This Sunday will be a war. This Sunday will be hell on earth for all five of us, and the winner, will be more of a survivor, then actual winner. And to be quite honest with you, and everyone else, you’re the only one I see in this match who can take as much punishment as me. Maybe even more. I guess we'll find out this Sunday.
This Sunday, Battlegrounds, American Airlines Arena, Dallas, Texas. Xtreme Warfare Match."
JFK raises his head and grins at the camera.
"Sounds like fun to me. But I am one who realizes what's in store for me in this match, what's in store for ALL of us in this match. Cross, you should have listened to your wife son, you should have spent as much time with them as you could before this Sunday. You should
Enjoy life.
You ask of me Cross what I am willing to do to win that title, I ask you Cross, how much are you willing to take to survive. I've been fighting all my life Cross, for my life. For my lively hood. I put my own flesh and blood into the hospital, not for a title, not for even a title shot, just...because...I could. I'm willing to put it all on the line Cross, my flesh, my blood, my tears, all of it, will shed this Sunday, as will yours, how will YOU react Cross? How will YOU react when your body gives, when it tells you it cannot go on anymore, when it's life or death, will you crumble? Or will your crawl? Rest assure boy, there's only two ways I am leaving Xtreme Warfare this Sunday, as the new Xtreme Champion, or in a stretcher. Either way. I'm more than willing to put it ALL on the line. That's why I am
Enjoying my life.
I don’t need to train for hours on end, not for a match like this, not for a match that's not going to be about wrestling skill and talent, but who can dish out, and more importantly who can TAKE the most damage.
You will hurt.
You will bleed.
Speaking of bleeding...
Is it your time of the month Conway? Because it sure sounds like your bleeding like a little smurf, god knows your whining like a smurf with PMS. I didn’t make an Impact? Better check your face again Conway, that cut under your eye? My fist. That bruise on your ribs? My knee. Yeah, Jason interfered with our match, but the end result was still the same, even if he didn’t interfere Conway it was just a matter of time before I kicked your teeth clean down your neck, and drilled your head into the mat with your last Nail in the Coffin. I'll just have to finish what I started this Sunday. But if you really...REALLY want to try and make me pay for what happened, come and collect. I got your payment right here."
JFK holds his fist up with a grin. He stand's cracking his neck and grabbing a jacket that matches his pants from the back of a nearby chair.
"Just so we are clear Conway, the knee, feeling better than ever. My mind, as clear as a sunny Florida summer day. I'm more prepared for this match than any other I've had before. So you can come out here, you can run your mouth all you want, talk talk talk all day long I don’t care Ace. I don’t give a rats ass what you have to say anymore, it's tiresome, and trivial. I give you the same advice I gave Cross, shut your trap, take your wife and kid out on the town and
Enjoy your life.
There is one person out of all of us in this mix who is living his life.
As an asshole.
But living it none the less.
That is of course the Current, and soon to be FORMER Xtreme Champion, Sexy Jason."
JFK chuckles a bit as rotates his jacket over his shoulders and slides his arms in.
"Did you forget so soon Jason? The reason WHY we kicked you out of the Empire in the first place? You couldn’t hang with us Jason, not in a million years. We were a special breed of assholes Jason, you....your just a joke. smurf the fans you say huh? Sounds familiar. Oh...that’s because we already did it...and BETTER. But it’s ok Jason, I understand you’re bitter, hurt, and alone, the need to lash out, the need to piss everyone off around you. It's because no one will except you for who you are.
But who are you really? I mean, when you’re not trying to pull your best Kole Kaos? Being an asshole is nothing new Jason, it's nothing special, it's actually just a cheap way to get heat, and you can’t even do THAT right.
You know why you've had the longest reign with that belt Jason? Because I never set my eyes on it before now. You know WHY you've held that title so many times? Because it's the only one you can get your sweaty little hands on.
History lesson Jason, my first month here, first MONTH, I won the National Title. Can you say the same? Have you even HAD a National Title SHOT!?
So keep running your mouth Jason, keep blowing your own ego, get it all out of your system now, because at Xtreme Warfare, it ALL comes to an END. I won’t guarantee a win this Sunday, in a match like this anything can happen, but I will guarantee you this Jason, if I get carted out in a stretcher, you'll be right next to me. You will NOT walk out of Battleground as the Xtreme Champion Jason. Not this time."
The door opens up and in walks JFK's wife Kelly Karn, wearing a short little 30's style black dress and a matching hat and garter belt. She walks up to her husband wrapping her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
"You almost done sweetie? We need to head out soon."
"All done darlin."
"Good, I got something to say real fast if you don’t mind?"
"Go for it sexy."
Kelly grins at the camera and gives a light wave.
"Hello boy's, first let me wish you all luck this Sunday, I honestly hope all of you make it throw this match with no serious injuries, but with that said I have one person I need to address. Jake Conway, The Ace, you need to keep my husband's name out of your mouth, it's not a smurf for you to suck on, even tho god knows you want to. Let me make something perfectly clear to you, his name...is James. Franklin. Karn. Not Jim, not Jimbo, Jimmy, or any other variation, but if you can’t remember that, how about you just call him...Mr Better...then you."
"Ya damn right."
Kelly and JFK smile at the camera. JFK grabs a fedora hat that matches his hat off a nearby hat rack as they head for the door. He turns back to the camera one last time.
"Enjoy your life boys, after this Sunday; it will never be the same. War changes people, I know firsthand, as I’m the only one in this match who's actually SEEN war. I have spoken."
With that the happy couple leave the room and we fade to black.
