Post by JFK on Oct 17, 2009 13:54:17 GMT -6
"King of Pain? Really? REALLY?"
We hear Price's voice from off camera as we see JFK walking out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around his waist and another one over his head as he's drying his hair, fella's, please, pick your woman's jaw up off the ground, its embarrassing.
"I thought you were to be my second? The new Messiah of Hardcore, now I hear you going around calling yourself the King of Pain? Who do you think you are? Sting and the Police?"
JFK lowers the towel from over his head to rest on his shoulders, Price is sitting in the far side of the hotel bed room at a small table.
"You really pick the most...interesting time's to hound me about this ****."
"Hey, I'm a figment of your mind, not mine. If I had my choice we'd be at a strip club or some joint but nooooOOOOoooo you had to go get married and fall in love"
"You know what, I'm tired of this. You're just a figment of my mind? THEN GET THE **** OUT OF MY HEAD!"
With that JFK chucks an ashtray at Price, it goes right throw him and crashes into the wall making a shattering sound of glass, the image of Price slowly fades away.
"You're on your own from now on..."
"GOOD!"
JFK breaths heavy as he clinches his jaw and stairs at the empty space where his mentor once was.
"You ok in there honey?"
We can hear Christina Karn's voice from across the penthouse suite.
"I'm fine, I huh..though I saw a cockroach."
"EW GROSS KILL IT!"
"Already done. Already done."
We transition to the next scene a few hours later, or so it tells us on the screen, were all we see is JFK's face on the screen, he's looking down and makes a winching face every now and then.
"Respect. Esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability. Respect is not a word I use often, it's not something I had out to just anyone I met, it has to be earned, it has to be gained. Very few people have earned my respect; I can count them on one hand."
He holds one finger up in front of his face.
"My wife."
A second.
"My brother."
A third.
"Steve Awesome."
He lowers his hand. Yet continues to stair downwards.
"That's it, those are the only people in this world that I can think of off the top of my head that I actually, Respect. My wife for obvious reasons, she's smart, she's sexy, she says what she means, no matter how much the truth hurts. My brother, for the war's we've waged, together, and against each other. And Steve Awesome for taking me under his wing while we were with the empire, and for transforming himself into the man we always knew he could become. Respect is not a word I toss around lightly, and as much as I like a lot of people, as much as I get along with most of my fellow collages at work, I dont respect any of you. Especially not Shaddix, definitely not Fergus, and most importantly, not even you Xavier Cross."
He keeps his head down but his eyes shift up to the camera.
"Just because you've stated that you respect me, don’t expect the same type of treatment from me, not today, not tomorrow, not a month from now. Not until you've earned it Cross. You're a young kid, full of talent, full of potential, I'll give you that, I like what you do in the ring, I like your work ethic, but I don’t respect you. And this Sunday, October 18th, 2009. At The Target Center; Minneapolis, Minnesota Road to the Gold 3, in the most violent, most brutal match this company will ever see, The Xtreme Assault X Match, I will take away you're X-Treme title. You won’t luck out this time Cross, you won’t benefit from the damage I've inflicted, you won’t be able to just squeak by and survive, no. In this match, the man with the most ability, the man that can withstand the most pain, shall be the victor. All the hardships I've endured, all the pain I have suffered, will be nothing compared to what we do to each other this weekend. There can only be on outcome Cross, there can only be one winner, there can only be, one King."
The camera starts to pan out and we can now see hands working on JFK's hair, his long flowing blond locks now twisted and braded down across his head in corn rows.
"I've only been in this business for 4 years now Cross, four short years, and the impact I've created, will cement my legacy forever. I've been in the ring with some of the world’s best, and I've even beaten them, the one's I haven’t, have never gotten into the ring with me again, because just being in the ring with me one time, one time Cross, shortened their careers, and they know it, they know that I, JFK, James Franklin Karn, on any given night, can push the world’s best to their limits. And beyond. This Sunday will be no different. I will step into the ring with 3 other very hungry, very determined men, 3 men who all have something to prove, but none, that have more to prove then I. I've been able to steep outside of my brothers shadow here in the nCw, I've already held gold once, but that was a long time ago, and only for a short while, this Sunday, at the biggest show of the year, I get to prove that not only is JFK one of the best today, but that I am even BETTER then what people have first thought, and the only way to do that boy's, is to destroy each, and every one of you, systematically, one by one, till I am the last one standing, and once I have eliminated all 3 of you, then, and only then will I be able to get what I want, the X-Treme title, hanging high above the ring. Protected by wires covered with barb, each movement closer to the belt more painful then the last, a pain, I will love, a pain, I will cherish. Don’t let my good looks fool you boy's, I love pain. Look at my arms, covered in ink, delivered from thousands append thousands of needle pricks, and I kept going back for more. I enjoy it, I thrive on it, it reminds me that I am alive.
This Sunday, at nCw's biggest show, its biggest stars will shine, Steve Awesome will become a two time nCw World Champion, Spike Kane will finally destroy that waste of flesh Reckless Jack, and I, James Franklin Karn, will become the new King of X-Treme, the new nCw X-Treme champion, and all of you will bow before me, as the new...
King
Of
Pain.
I have spoken."
Static.
We hear Price's voice from off camera as we see JFK walking out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around his waist and another one over his head as he's drying his hair, fella's, please, pick your woman's jaw up off the ground, its embarrassing.
"I thought you were to be my second? The new Messiah of Hardcore, now I hear you going around calling yourself the King of Pain? Who do you think you are? Sting and the Police?"
JFK lowers the towel from over his head to rest on his shoulders, Price is sitting in the far side of the hotel bed room at a small table.
"You really pick the most...interesting time's to hound me about this ****."
"Hey, I'm a figment of your mind, not mine. If I had my choice we'd be at a strip club or some joint but nooooOOOOoooo you had to go get married and fall in love"
"You know what, I'm tired of this. You're just a figment of my mind? THEN GET THE **** OUT OF MY HEAD!"
With that JFK chucks an ashtray at Price, it goes right throw him and crashes into the wall making a shattering sound of glass, the image of Price slowly fades away.
"You're on your own from now on..."
"GOOD!"
JFK breaths heavy as he clinches his jaw and stairs at the empty space where his mentor once was.
"You ok in there honey?"
We can hear Christina Karn's voice from across the penthouse suite.
"I'm fine, I huh..though I saw a cockroach."
"EW GROSS KILL IT!"
"Already done. Already done."
We transition to the next scene a few hours later, or so it tells us on the screen, were all we see is JFK's face on the screen, he's looking down and makes a winching face every now and then.
"Respect. Esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability. Respect is not a word I use often, it's not something I had out to just anyone I met, it has to be earned, it has to be gained. Very few people have earned my respect; I can count them on one hand."
He holds one finger up in front of his face.
"My wife."
A second.
"My brother."
A third.
"Steve Awesome."
He lowers his hand. Yet continues to stair downwards.
"That's it, those are the only people in this world that I can think of off the top of my head that I actually, Respect. My wife for obvious reasons, she's smart, she's sexy, she says what she means, no matter how much the truth hurts. My brother, for the war's we've waged, together, and against each other. And Steve Awesome for taking me under his wing while we were with the empire, and for transforming himself into the man we always knew he could become. Respect is not a word I toss around lightly, and as much as I like a lot of people, as much as I get along with most of my fellow collages at work, I dont respect any of you. Especially not Shaddix, definitely not Fergus, and most importantly, not even you Xavier Cross."
He keeps his head down but his eyes shift up to the camera.
"Just because you've stated that you respect me, don’t expect the same type of treatment from me, not today, not tomorrow, not a month from now. Not until you've earned it Cross. You're a young kid, full of talent, full of potential, I'll give you that, I like what you do in the ring, I like your work ethic, but I don’t respect you. And this Sunday, October 18th, 2009. At The Target Center; Minneapolis, Minnesota Road to the Gold 3, in the most violent, most brutal match this company will ever see, The Xtreme Assault X Match, I will take away you're X-Treme title. You won’t luck out this time Cross, you won’t benefit from the damage I've inflicted, you won’t be able to just squeak by and survive, no. In this match, the man with the most ability, the man that can withstand the most pain, shall be the victor. All the hardships I've endured, all the pain I have suffered, will be nothing compared to what we do to each other this weekend. There can only be on outcome Cross, there can only be one winner, there can only be, one King."
The camera starts to pan out and we can now see hands working on JFK's hair, his long flowing blond locks now twisted and braded down across his head in corn rows.
"I've only been in this business for 4 years now Cross, four short years, and the impact I've created, will cement my legacy forever. I've been in the ring with some of the world’s best, and I've even beaten them, the one's I haven’t, have never gotten into the ring with me again, because just being in the ring with me one time, one time Cross, shortened their careers, and they know it, they know that I, JFK, James Franklin Karn, on any given night, can push the world’s best to their limits. And beyond. This Sunday will be no different. I will step into the ring with 3 other very hungry, very determined men, 3 men who all have something to prove, but none, that have more to prove then I. I've been able to steep outside of my brothers shadow here in the nCw, I've already held gold once, but that was a long time ago, and only for a short while, this Sunday, at the biggest show of the year, I get to prove that not only is JFK one of the best today, but that I am even BETTER then what people have first thought, and the only way to do that boy's, is to destroy each, and every one of you, systematically, one by one, till I am the last one standing, and once I have eliminated all 3 of you, then, and only then will I be able to get what I want, the X-Treme title, hanging high above the ring. Protected by wires covered with barb, each movement closer to the belt more painful then the last, a pain, I will love, a pain, I will cherish. Don’t let my good looks fool you boy's, I love pain. Look at my arms, covered in ink, delivered from thousands append thousands of needle pricks, and I kept going back for more. I enjoy it, I thrive on it, it reminds me that I am alive.
This Sunday, at nCw's biggest show, its biggest stars will shine, Steve Awesome will become a two time nCw World Champion, Spike Kane will finally destroy that waste of flesh Reckless Jack, and I, James Franklin Karn, will become the new King of X-Treme, the new nCw X-Treme champion, and all of you will bow before me, as the new...
King
Of
Pain.
I have spoken."
Static.