Post by Jeff Purse on Jul 7, 2013 13:56:43 GMT -5
“Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.”
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The scene opens to a shot of Jeff in an all too familiar place, a hospital bed. It would seem that Sarah Twilight was successful in putting him in the hospital again. It was three days after Blast, and Jeff was scheduled to go home today. He didn’t want to though. All he wanted to do was lie in this bed until he died. He couldn’t do it. He tried, and he tried so hard to defeat Sarah Twilight. He was supposed to be the one…the ‘savior’ for everyone in WCF. He was supposed to stick it to the man…well woman.
But he didn’t get the job done. And despite the visitors that he had, his brothers in arms from Cryogenix, there was nothing that they could seem to do to get Jeff out of this funk. So there he lay, in the hospital bed, feeling pity for himself. It was the first time that Jeff could honestly say he was ‘sad’ about something that didn’t involve Kari, and he hated it just as much. He felt like a failure. He reached over and pressed the nurse alert button. It seemed it was a slow day in the hospital, because the nurse came running in rather fast.
Nurse June: Hi, did you need something Jeff?
Jeff: Yeah…can you pull the plug?
Nurse June: …I’m sorry Jeff, what plug.
Jeff: The plug. You know like…Terry Shivo or something. The plug.
Nurse June: Jeff, you aren’t on life support. There is no plug.
Jeff: …damn. Well…in that case will you bring me some more hand sanitizer?
Nurse June: No. I just gave you a bottle.
Jeff: I used it.
He points to a bedside table, cluttered with hand sanitizer bottles.
Nurse June: Jeff it’s not good to use that much hand sanitizer.
Jeff: JUST PLEASE!
Nurse June: …fine. But NO MORE after this next bottle.
She exits and he lets out a disappointed sigh. If he couldn’t die, he at least wanted his hands to be clean. He pulled the television over to him, flicking it on. It just so happens that upon flicking it on, they were playing a promo for the upcoming Slam. Strange that it would happen that way…
TV Announcer: Slam coming to you live live LIVE on Sunday Sunday SUNDAY! See Polar Phantasm take on the returning Jonathon Jakobs for the WCF Television Title. Polar Phantasm just won it, can he defend it. Also, main event action with Bravado’s Sarah Twilight and Steeltoe Joe take on Cryogenix FPV and Steve Orbit. Sarah Twilight is hot off of her title defense at Blast against Jeff Purse! Speaking of Jeff Purse, he gets his shot to be in the Ultimate Showdown match when he goes one on one for Denise D’Evil for the WCF Hardcore Championship! This and many mo-
Jeff shut the TV off. He just shook his head. He decided right there and then that he wouldn’t show up for the match. He wasn’t feeling good about himself right now, and didn’t think he could win anyway. Why would he want to? He failed to recapture the WCF Championship. He failed to defeat Sarah Twilight. He failed Cryogenix and he failed WCF. It was EPPW now, and it would be forever. And that’s when his phone rang. He looked over at it, not sure who could be calling him in the hospital…and he ignored it. The nurse came back and brought him more sanitizer, as the phone rang again. Jeff shook his head, sanitized his hands, and answered, thinking to tell whoever was on the other line to stop calling.
Jeff: Hello…?
Jay Price (On other side of phone): Dude, you have a shot at the Hardcore Championship? Why didn’t you tell me?
Jeff: I don’t…I just found out myself. Why is it your business?
Jay Price: Because remember? A while back? I said “I was going to win all the championships” and then you said “Nope, I am hot on your tail and I am going to do it before you.” Remember?
Jeff: Jay that was a long time ago…
Jay Price: YEAH! But I am still going to win that competition
Camel: (In Background) HUMP DAYYYYY
Jay Price: SHUT UP CAMEL! This thing is driving me crazy. Worst investment ever.
Jeff: Jay I was joking around when I said that.
Jay Price: Shut up. I hope you win, but I am still going to get all the titles before you.
Camel: GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS JAY? JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY!
Jay Price: CAMEL SHUT THE FUCK UP I AM ON THE FUCKING PHONE!!!!
Jeff: Alright Jay, I am going to go, you have fun with that camel.
Jay Price: If he doesn’t shut up I am going to have camel steaks today.
Camel: YEEEEAAAAAHHHH
Jeff: Bye.
Jeff hangs up the phone and smirks just a bit. Jay Price was always good to cheer a guy up. Though not that much, as Jeff had already decided that he wasn’t going to compete on Sunday. The phone rings again, and Jeff grabs it, answering it quickly…
Jeff: Jay, look, I don’t care about the ‘bet’ we made.
FPV: (On other side of phone) Not Jay Price, Boudle.
Jeff: Oh…hey Franky.
FPV: What are you up to?
Jeff: I am in the hospital…clearly.
FPV: Yeah whatever man. Look, here is the deal. You should have killed Twilight, and you damn near did. Good job Boudle.
Jeff: Yeah. I know. Thanks.
FPV: Fuck up D’Evil, alright man?
Jeff: Yeah…ok.
FPV: (an explosion is heard in the background) FUCK! I gotta run. Get better soon Boudle.
Before Jeff can say goodbye, FPV hangs up. Jeff shakes his head, chuckling to himself. He puts the phone down, but as soon as he does, it rings again. Shaking his head, he picks up the phone, first sanitizing his hands.
Jeff: Hello…?
Steve Orbit: (Over Phone) I am only gonna say this once home boy, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED! Don’t worry bout that ho Twilight. She will get hers. You damn sure gave her some shit. She got lucky dude.
Jeff: Thanks Steve. But, I don’t know man.
Steve: Fuck that bitch! Get up before I come down that and whoop your cracker ass.
Steve hangs up the phone. This makes Jeff laugh out loud. He enjoyed it when Steve was stereotypical. Found it funny. He didn’t have much time though to laugh about it, as the phone rang again. This was becoming like the scene in the movie Jack, where Jack wouldn’t come out of his room and all of his friends gathered at on his front yard asking “Can Jack come out and play.” Regardless, Jeff picked up the phone.
Jeff: Hello?
Corey Black: I know you aren’t going to be a bitch.
Jeff: What?
Corey Black: You heard me. We have been through some shit together and I have never seen you throw in the towel like a bitch. Kari said you were being a bitch…in more or less words.
Jeff: How could she have said it in less than one word?
Corey Black: Shut up. Get out of bed or I am bringing the helicopter and breaking your ass out of there. And then there will be more training. Is that what you want?
Jeff: No. No more training with you.
Corey Black: You loved it. Seriously Jeff, go home, recover, and whoop D’Jobbers ass.
Jeff: Alright Corey. No need to get your fucking panties in a knot.
Corey Black: My panties are just fine. I’ll see you in a little bit.
Jeff: What do you mean?
Click. Corey Black hung up. A little bit? Jeff was a bit confused, but still didn’t have time to think about what he meant, as the phone rang again. So after another session of sanitizing his hands, Jeff answered.
Jeff: Hey Polar.
Polar Phantasm: (Over Phone) How did you know it was me?
Jeff: All the other guys called me. Figured you would be next, you are the only one left.
Polar: Oh. Makes sense. I need you to come on camera with me. I need to make an example of you.
Jeff: What do you mean?
Polar: I have Jakobs at Slam.
Jeff: Oh, you want to show him what a loser looks like?
Polar:…no. I don’t know why you would think I would say that about you. You must be high on morphine. You should pocket some for me. But no, I need to show him what heart looks like. Aka, Jeff Purse.
Jeff: What are you talking about?
Polar: What do you mean what am I talking about? Jeff, I have said this since day one; you are the heart of the group man. You have more heart than anyone in this fucking promotion.
Jeff: No, I don’t. I don’t think-
Polar: Yes, you do. You have had so much shit against you. Eric Price and Sarah Twilight made Bravado to take YOU down. And they still haven’t accomplished that. Everything that they have done, it’s been to take you out. And all that they have done, you still stand tall and give them a giant middle finger.
Jeff: No...I think they won this time.
Polar: No they didn’t. You are coming on camera with me man. Also, there is a party later at the HQ. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but fuck it. So hurry the fuck up and get ready to kick a bunch of ass on Sunday.
Jeff:…Alright man. Goodbye.
Jeff hangs up and sighs. He wouldn’t be going to that party. He wouldn’t be going to Slam. Sarah Twilight and Eric Price have won. There was no way he would ever get another chance at either of them. Hell, with Eric in charge…well, he didn’t want to think about that. He looked up, and it would seem that someone had snuck in the room while he was on the phone. He jumped a bit, almost pressing the nurse alert button…
Jeff: Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.
Kari: Well, it’s a good thing we are at a hospital then.
Jeff: Yeah…I suppose you are here to pick me up? Well I am-
Kari: Shut up for a minute Jeff. I need to say something to you.
Jeff; Kari look I-
Kari: I said shut up. You put me through a lot of hell over the past month or so. You fucked with my head, with my heart, with everything…and yet somehow, and for some reason, I still love you. I know, I am a moron. So here is the deal, we are going to get back together. I don’t know if I am ready to say we are still engaged, but we are going to get back together. And you are going to be on a very, very thin leash, got it?
Jeff: That’s nice of you Kari, but...I don’t think-
Kari: Jeff, do you know why you feel so shitty right now?
Jeff; because I had two monitors smashed over my head and my ankle smashed by the ring steps. I went through a table, and got my ass kicked.
Kari: Because you feel like you let everyone down. That’s why you dumb ass. You said it yourself, you felt like you were fighting for everyone. Me, FPV, Steve, the fans, Jonny Fly…and that was mighty noble of you Jeff. But you forgot one thing, and it’s the reason you lost.
Jeff: I am a bad wrestler, that’s why I lost.
Kari: No you idiot. You forgot to fight for yourself. Sure you thought you were, but you weren’t. You were trying to get Sarah back for everything that she has done to everyone else, and god damn it Jeff that is really great of you. That’s why your friends called you today to get you out of this slump. That’s why people want you to succeed. That’s why I love you. That’s why children look up to you. That’s why Polar has chosen you as his number 2 and his tag team partner for life. He said you have the most heart of anyone Jeff…and it’s true.
Jeff: It didn’t work, Kari.
Kari: Jeff…don’t you see though? It did. You pushed her to her limit. You pushed her farther than anyone, even further then Jonny did when he beat her. You had her scared. And that was just on the strength from everyone else. And you walk into Slam on Sunday, you beat D’Evil. You get into the Ultimate Showdown match and you get your chance to destroy Eric Price. Because he is the United States Champion. You win the Ultimate Showdown, and you get another chance at Sarah Twilight. You fight for everyone, AND yourself, and you put her in her place for good. Understand?
Jeff: Kari…
Kari: I had to go through a lot to get you this fucking match Jeff. You are going to wrestle on Sunday, and you are going to win. You are going to destroy Eric Price, and you are going to destroy Sarah Twilight.
Jeff: I love you Kari.
Kari: I know. Now come on, we have a party to get to.
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The scene reopens to Jeff standing outside of the Cryogenix HQ. He is looking up at the moon. It’s quite whimsical. He looks into the camera, smiling.
Jeff: Today, I learned something. I learned that you can’t always be the guy to win. I learned that sometimes, you have to take your hits. I have been taking hits since January of this year, when I got run down by that bitch Sarah Twilight. And still, STILL, the biggest hit I have taken this year was Sarah Twilight pinning me for the one, two, three at Blast. I thought I would never have what it took to beat that bitch. But then I was reminded that I have something that most people in this company, shit, in this business don’t have…heart.
Denise D’Evil, unfortunate for her, gets to witness how much fucking heart I have first hand on Sunday. Denise, I really, really feel bad for you. You are the first person who gets to face me after I lost a match that I SHOULD have won. You are the first person who I get to get my hands on after that fucking slut Sarah Twilight pinned me in the middle of the ring.
And while Sarah came out victorious over me last week Denise, you will not be so lucky. I know, you might be thinking to yourself “Jeff is weak now, perfect. There is no way he can win.” But one thing that you may not have counted on was my brothers in arms rallying around me. My beautiful, talented, smart girlfriend Kari to lay some knowledge on me. You never could have expected that…shit, I didn’t. But I am lucky in that way. I have people around me who are there for me when I am down. What do you have Denise? The fact that you beat Oblivion?
Been down that road, beaten that road. Let me tell you why I am more qualified for the Hardcore Championship than you are D’Evil. Before I started wrestling I was a pro BMX competitor. I competed in and won a ton of gold medals at the X-Games. I have broken almost every single bone in my body pushing the fucking limits of that sport.
And then I got into wrestling. And it was no different Denise. I have pushed the fucking limit every time I step into that ring. I completely destroyed Gravedigger in a hardcore match. That’s right D’Evil; I defeated the Epitome of Hardcore in a hardcore match. Have you? I just pushed the World Champion Sarah Twilight, the sickest, most maniacal person I know to her fucking limits. Have you? I was hit by a FUCKING CAR, and recovered in five months JUST so I could come back here and fuck up Eric Price. Have you?
The answer to all that is no, Denise. All you have done is beat Oblivion. That’s the most notable thing you have ever done. Oh, I am not saying that some day you won’t have your own accolades. I am not saying that you are not someone to take lightly, Denise. Not by any means. I am not stupid, someone who defeated Oblivion isn’t someone to think is a cake walk. I am just explaining why you won’t be beating me.
I am going to be honest Denise. I never thought to myself, ‘hey, I want to destroy Denise D’Evil.’ You were never even a blip on my radar. You are small potatoes to me right now. And not because you aren’t talented, but because I have bigger things to worry about. But apparently you don’t realize just exactly the force that I am. So I am going to remind you, D’Evil. It’s like my buddy, and best friend, Polar Phantasm said. Bravado was formed specifically to take me down. Oh sure, they might say it’s because they wanted to take the WCF over, but there was one person standing in their way, me. A whole fucking force, of the meanest people in WCF formed so I could be taken out of commission. They have been trying to destroy me since LAST FUCKING YEAR D’Evil. So tell me how I don’t know what it’s like to be in a fucking war again, sweet heart.
Let me explain something to you, D’Evil. Do you know what almost EVERYONE who has faced me will say is the WORST part about facing me? It’s the fact that I can come from literally NO WHERE and hit you with a mother fucking super kick. I can come back from the dead and end your fucking life. It’s what I have built my career on. Being the guy who keeps you guessing in the ring and keeps you on your toes. So how many of my old matches did you actually watch, D’Evil. Did you watch the match where Sarah Twilight was pissed because I wouldn’t stay down? What about the match where I beat the entire fucking federation to win the WCF World Heavyweight Championship.
Clearly, you are not ready for this match, Denise, because you think it’s on Monday. So, I mean, you may be at the arena on Monday, but I will be there Sunday, and if you don’t show up, I will win the match by default. So, hey, either way you lose, Denise, its fine with me. You can either show up on the wrong day and lose, or you can show up and I can kick the shit out of you. Your choice darling. You are going to lose either way, and you are going to have the shortest title reign since Waylon Cash, FPV, and Jay Price held the WCF World Title. One week. New record I suppose.
I am done talking to you Denise; you clearly are under estimating me. So, what can I say more than that is the biggest mistake you will ever make? I have a party to get back to Denise; you have a really good time being delusional. Denise, welcome to The Future.
And with that Jeff turns and walks back into the HQ, to party it up a bit more with his friends.
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The scene opens to a shot of Jeff in an all too familiar place, a hospital bed. It would seem that Sarah Twilight was successful in putting him in the hospital again. It was three days after Blast, and Jeff was scheduled to go home today. He didn’t want to though. All he wanted to do was lie in this bed until he died. He couldn’t do it. He tried, and he tried so hard to defeat Sarah Twilight. He was supposed to be the one…the ‘savior’ for everyone in WCF. He was supposed to stick it to the man…well woman.
But he didn’t get the job done. And despite the visitors that he had, his brothers in arms from Cryogenix, there was nothing that they could seem to do to get Jeff out of this funk. So there he lay, in the hospital bed, feeling pity for himself. It was the first time that Jeff could honestly say he was ‘sad’ about something that didn’t involve Kari, and he hated it just as much. He felt like a failure. He reached over and pressed the nurse alert button. It seemed it was a slow day in the hospital, because the nurse came running in rather fast.
Nurse June: Hi, did you need something Jeff?
Jeff: Yeah…can you pull the plug?
Nurse June: …I’m sorry Jeff, what plug.
Jeff: The plug. You know like…Terry Shivo or something. The plug.
Nurse June: Jeff, you aren’t on life support. There is no plug.
Jeff: …damn. Well…in that case will you bring me some more hand sanitizer?
Nurse June: No. I just gave you a bottle.
Jeff: I used it.
He points to a bedside table, cluttered with hand sanitizer bottles.
Nurse June: Jeff it’s not good to use that much hand sanitizer.
Jeff: JUST PLEASE!
Nurse June: …fine. But NO MORE after this next bottle.
She exits and he lets out a disappointed sigh. If he couldn’t die, he at least wanted his hands to be clean. He pulled the television over to him, flicking it on. It just so happens that upon flicking it on, they were playing a promo for the upcoming Slam. Strange that it would happen that way…
TV Announcer: Slam coming to you live live LIVE on Sunday Sunday SUNDAY! See Polar Phantasm take on the returning Jonathon Jakobs for the WCF Television Title. Polar Phantasm just won it, can he defend it. Also, main event action with Bravado’s Sarah Twilight and Steeltoe Joe take on Cryogenix FPV and Steve Orbit. Sarah Twilight is hot off of her title defense at Blast against Jeff Purse! Speaking of Jeff Purse, he gets his shot to be in the Ultimate Showdown match when he goes one on one for Denise D’Evil for the WCF Hardcore Championship! This and many mo-
Jeff shut the TV off. He just shook his head. He decided right there and then that he wouldn’t show up for the match. He wasn’t feeling good about himself right now, and didn’t think he could win anyway. Why would he want to? He failed to recapture the WCF Championship. He failed to defeat Sarah Twilight. He failed Cryogenix and he failed WCF. It was EPPW now, and it would be forever. And that’s when his phone rang. He looked over at it, not sure who could be calling him in the hospital…and he ignored it. The nurse came back and brought him more sanitizer, as the phone rang again. Jeff shook his head, sanitized his hands, and answered, thinking to tell whoever was on the other line to stop calling.
Jeff: Hello…?
Jay Price (On other side of phone): Dude, you have a shot at the Hardcore Championship? Why didn’t you tell me?
Jeff: I don’t…I just found out myself. Why is it your business?
Jay Price: Because remember? A while back? I said “I was going to win all the championships” and then you said “Nope, I am hot on your tail and I am going to do it before you.” Remember?
Jeff: Jay that was a long time ago…
Jay Price: YEAH! But I am still going to win that competition
Camel: (In Background) HUMP DAYYYYY
Jay Price: SHUT UP CAMEL! This thing is driving me crazy. Worst investment ever.
Jeff: Jay I was joking around when I said that.
Jay Price: Shut up. I hope you win, but I am still going to get all the titles before you.
Camel: GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS JAY? JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY!
Jay Price: CAMEL SHUT THE FUCK UP I AM ON THE FUCKING PHONE!!!!
Jeff: Alright Jay, I am going to go, you have fun with that camel.
Jay Price: If he doesn’t shut up I am going to have camel steaks today.
Camel: YEEEEAAAAAHHHH
Jeff: Bye.
Jeff hangs up the phone and smirks just a bit. Jay Price was always good to cheer a guy up. Though not that much, as Jeff had already decided that he wasn’t going to compete on Sunday. The phone rings again, and Jeff grabs it, answering it quickly…
Jeff: Jay, look, I don’t care about the ‘bet’ we made.
FPV: (On other side of phone) Not Jay Price, Boudle.
Jeff: Oh…hey Franky.
FPV: What are you up to?
Jeff: I am in the hospital…clearly.
FPV: Yeah whatever man. Look, here is the deal. You should have killed Twilight, and you damn near did. Good job Boudle.
Jeff: Yeah. I know. Thanks.
FPV: Fuck up D’Evil, alright man?
Jeff: Yeah…ok.
FPV: (an explosion is heard in the background) FUCK! I gotta run. Get better soon Boudle.
Before Jeff can say goodbye, FPV hangs up. Jeff shakes his head, chuckling to himself. He puts the phone down, but as soon as he does, it rings again. Shaking his head, he picks up the phone, first sanitizing his hands.
Jeff: Hello…?
Steve Orbit: (Over Phone) I am only gonna say this once home boy, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED! Don’t worry bout that ho Twilight. She will get hers. You damn sure gave her some shit. She got lucky dude.
Jeff: Thanks Steve. But, I don’t know man.
Steve: Fuck that bitch! Get up before I come down that and whoop your cracker ass.
Steve hangs up the phone. This makes Jeff laugh out loud. He enjoyed it when Steve was stereotypical. Found it funny. He didn’t have much time though to laugh about it, as the phone rang again. This was becoming like the scene in the movie Jack, where Jack wouldn’t come out of his room and all of his friends gathered at on his front yard asking “Can Jack come out and play.” Regardless, Jeff picked up the phone.
Jeff: Hello?
Corey Black: I know you aren’t going to be a bitch.
Jeff: What?
Corey Black: You heard me. We have been through some shit together and I have never seen you throw in the towel like a bitch. Kari said you were being a bitch…in more or less words.
Jeff: How could she have said it in less than one word?
Corey Black: Shut up. Get out of bed or I am bringing the helicopter and breaking your ass out of there. And then there will be more training. Is that what you want?
Jeff: No. No more training with you.
Corey Black: You loved it. Seriously Jeff, go home, recover, and whoop D’Jobbers ass.
Jeff: Alright Corey. No need to get your fucking panties in a knot.
Corey Black: My panties are just fine. I’ll see you in a little bit.
Jeff: What do you mean?
Click. Corey Black hung up. A little bit? Jeff was a bit confused, but still didn’t have time to think about what he meant, as the phone rang again. So after another session of sanitizing his hands, Jeff answered.
Jeff: Hey Polar.
Polar Phantasm: (Over Phone) How did you know it was me?
Jeff: All the other guys called me. Figured you would be next, you are the only one left.
Polar: Oh. Makes sense. I need you to come on camera with me. I need to make an example of you.
Jeff: What do you mean?
Polar: I have Jakobs at Slam.
Jeff: Oh, you want to show him what a loser looks like?
Polar:…no. I don’t know why you would think I would say that about you. You must be high on morphine. You should pocket some for me. But no, I need to show him what heart looks like. Aka, Jeff Purse.
Jeff: What are you talking about?
Polar: What do you mean what am I talking about? Jeff, I have said this since day one; you are the heart of the group man. You have more heart than anyone in this fucking promotion.
Jeff: No, I don’t. I don’t think-
Polar: Yes, you do. You have had so much shit against you. Eric Price and Sarah Twilight made Bravado to take YOU down. And they still haven’t accomplished that. Everything that they have done, it’s been to take you out. And all that they have done, you still stand tall and give them a giant middle finger.
Jeff: No...I think they won this time.
Polar: No they didn’t. You are coming on camera with me man. Also, there is a party later at the HQ. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but fuck it. So hurry the fuck up and get ready to kick a bunch of ass on Sunday.
Jeff:…Alright man. Goodbye.
Jeff hangs up and sighs. He wouldn’t be going to that party. He wouldn’t be going to Slam. Sarah Twilight and Eric Price have won. There was no way he would ever get another chance at either of them. Hell, with Eric in charge…well, he didn’t want to think about that. He looked up, and it would seem that someone had snuck in the room while he was on the phone. He jumped a bit, almost pressing the nurse alert button…
Jeff: Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.
Kari: Well, it’s a good thing we are at a hospital then.
Jeff: Yeah…I suppose you are here to pick me up? Well I am-
Kari: Shut up for a minute Jeff. I need to say something to you.
Jeff; Kari look I-
Kari: I said shut up. You put me through a lot of hell over the past month or so. You fucked with my head, with my heart, with everything…and yet somehow, and for some reason, I still love you. I know, I am a moron. So here is the deal, we are going to get back together. I don’t know if I am ready to say we are still engaged, but we are going to get back together. And you are going to be on a very, very thin leash, got it?
Jeff: That’s nice of you Kari, but...I don’t think-
Kari: Jeff, do you know why you feel so shitty right now?
Jeff; because I had two monitors smashed over my head and my ankle smashed by the ring steps. I went through a table, and got my ass kicked.
Kari: Because you feel like you let everyone down. That’s why you dumb ass. You said it yourself, you felt like you were fighting for everyone. Me, FPV, Steve, the fans, Jonny Fly…and that was mighty noble of you Jeff. But you forgot one thing, and it’s the reason you lost.
Jeff: I am a bad wrestler, that’s why I lost.
Kari: No you idiot. You forgot to fight for yourself. Sure you thought you were, but you weren’t. You were trying to get Sarah back for everything that she has done to everyone else, and god damn it Jeff that is really great of you. That’s why your friends called you today to get you out of this slump. That’s why people want you to succeed. That’s why I love you. That’s why children look up to you. That’s why Polar has chosen you as his number 2 and his tag team partner for life. He said you have the most heart of anyone Jeff…and it’s true.
Jeff: It didn’t work, Kari.
Kari: Jeff…don’t you see though? It did. You pushed her to her limit. You pushed her farther than anyone, even further then Jonny did when he beat her. You had her scared. And that was just on the strength from everyone else. And you walk into Slam on Sunday, you beat D’Evil. You get into the Ultimate Showdown match and you get your chance to destroy Eric Price. Because he is the United States Champion. You win the Ultimate Showdown, and you get another chance at Sarah Twilight. You fight for everyone, AND yourself, and you put her in her place for good. Understand?
Jeff: Kari…
Kari: I had to go through a lot to get you this fucking match Jeff. You are going to wrestle on Sunday, and you are going to win. You are going to destroy Eric Price, and you are going to destroy Sarah Twilight.
Jeff: I love you Kari.
Kari: I know. Now come on, we have a party to get to.
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The scene reopens to Jeff standing outside of the Cryogenix HQ. He is looking up at the moon. It’s quite whimsical. He looks into the camera, smiling.
Jeff: Today, I learned something. I learned that you can’t always be the guy to win. I learned that sometimes, you have to take your hits. I have been taking hits since January of this year, when I got run down by that bitch Sarah Twilight. And still, STILL, the biggest hit I have taken this year was Sarah Twilight pinning me for the one, two, three at Blast. I thought I would never have what it took to beat that bitch. But then I was reminded that I have something that most people in this company, shit, in this business don’t have…heart.
Denise D’Evil, unfortunate for her, gets to witness how much fucking heart I have first hand on Sunday. Denise, I really, really feel bad for you. You are the first person who gets to face me after I lost a match that I SHOULD have won. You are the first person who I get to get my hands on after that fucking slut Sarah Twilight pinned me in the middle of the ring.
And while Sarah came out victorious over me last week Denise, you will not be so lucky. I know, you might be thinking to yourself “Jeff is weak now, perfect. There is no way he can win.” But one thing that you may not have counted on was my brothers in arms rallying around me. My beautiful, talented, smart girlfriend Kari to lay some knowledge on me. You never could have expected that…shit, I didn’t. But I am lucky in that way. I have people around me who are there for me when I am down. What do you have Denise? The fact that you beat Oblivion?
Been down that road, beaten that road. Let me tell you why I am more qualified for the Hardcore Championship than you are D’Evil. Before I started wrestling I was a pro BMX competitor. I competed in and won a ton of gold medals at the X-Games. I have broken almost every single bone in my body pushing the fucking limits of that sport.
And then I got into wrestling. And it was no different Denise. I have pushed the fucking limit every time I step into that ring. I completely destroyed Gravedigger in a hardcore match. That’s right D’Evil; I defeated the Epitome of Hardcore in a hardcore match. Have you? I just pushed the World Champion Sarah Twilight, the sickest, most maniacal person I know to her fucking limits. Have you? I was hit by a FUCKING CAR, and recovered in five months JUST so I could come back here and fuck up Eric Price. Have you?
The answer to all that is no, Denise. All you have done is beat Oblivion. That’s the most notable thing you have ever done. Oh, I am not saying that some day you won’t have your own accolades. I am not saying that you are not someone to take lightly, Denise. Not by any means. I am not stupid, someone who defeated Oblivion isn’t someone to think is a cake walk. I am just explaining why you won’t be beating me.
I am going to be honest Denise. I never thought to myself, ‘hey, I want to destroy Denise D’Evil.’ You were never even a blip on my radar. You are small potatoes to me right now. And not because you aren’t talented, but because I have bigger things to worry about. But apparently you don’t realize just exactly the force that I am. So I am going to remind you, D’Evil. It’s like my buddy, and best friend, Polar Phantasm said. Bravado was formed specifically to take me down. Oh sure, they might say it’s because they wanted to take the WCF over, but there was one person standing in their way, me. A whole fucking force, of the meanest people in WCF formed so I could be taken out of commission. They have been trying to destroy me since LAST FUCKING YEAR D’Evil. So tell me how I don’t know what it’s like to be in a fucking war again, sweet heart.
Let me explain something to you, D’Evil. Do you know what almost EVERYONE who has faced me will say is the WORST part about facing me? It’s the fact that I can come from literally NO WHERE and hit you with a mother fucking super kick. I can come back from the dead and end your fucking life. It’s what I have built my career on. Being the guy who keeps you guessing in the ring and keeps you on your toes. So how many of my old matches did you actually watch, D’Evil. Did you watch the match where Sarah Twilight was pissed because I wouldn’t stay down? What about the match where I beat the entire fucking federation to win the WCF World Heavyweight Championship.
Clearly, you are not ready for this match, Denise, because you think it’s on Monday. So, I mean, you may be at the arena on Monday, but I will be there Sunday, and if you don’t show up, I will win the match by default. So, hey, either way you lose, Denise, its fine with me. You can either show up on the wrong day and lose, or you can show up and I can kick the shit out of you. Your choice darling. You are going to lose either way, and you are going to have the shortest title reign since Waylon Cash, FPV, and Jay Price held the WCF World Title. One week. New record I suppose.
I am done talking to you Denise; you clearly are under estimating me. So, what can I say more than that is the biggest mistake you will ever make? I have a party to get back to Denise; you have a really good time being delusional. Denise, welcome to The Future.
And with that Jeff turns and walks back into the HQ, to party it up a bit more with his friends.