Post by Jake Keeton on Sept 28, 2011 23:36:12 GMT -5
The scene opens with Jake Keeton inside a gym throwing punches, kicks, knees, and elbows at a heavy bag in rapid succession. With each thudding blow from the former WCF Television Champion and multiple time World Champion elsewhere, the bag sways and the chains holding it from the ceiling rattle. The camera follows Keeton as he walks towards the boxing ring in the center of the rundown looking gym. Jake walks up to the apron of the ring and removes the sweat soaked orange beater he had been wearing along with black basketball shorts and tosses it over his shoulder. A sly grin crosses his face as he turns and looks back at the camera.
Jake: I hear a lot of gums flapping about WAR, and if you listen to it all it’s pretty obvious that not one of’em have a fuckin’ clue what they’re talking about. You know why I know that? Cause none of them have even mentioned my name. It’s all about Odin Belfore and Logan. Forget them, because one by one I’m picking you all off and walking out of WAR as the WCF World Champion.
He opens up a bottle of water that had been sitting on the ring apron and takes a sip from it before continuing.
Jake: Neither Logan or Odin probably have a clue what I bring to this match. You wanna know boys? Ask Doc Henry… Ask D-Day…Ask Oblivion… want me to go on cause I could? In fact, the only guys in this big shindig to ever beat me are Johnny Reb and Brad Kane, but I’ve beat BK a time or two too. I know I may not be as big a name or have the kind of legacy in WCF that I’ve created other places but that changes at WAR.
After a long pause the smile begins to fade from Keeton’s face.
Jake: Seems like everyone is focused on two guys because Logan has won the WAR more than anyone else and Odie thinks he’s the rightful champion. You know what I have to say about that? Logan has won WAR so many times because I’ve never been in one before and the only reason Odie was ever World Champion is because of the obvious lack of talent in this place when he was on top. This is a new day in WCF and I’ve decided that being the greatest TV Champion in WCF history just ain’t good enough for me. I want the big prize, I want the World Title and this is the perfect opportunity to claim it. Everyone who has had anything to say about WAR so far has overlooked me but that’s Ok with me because I like being the underdog, hell most of the guys in this thing must have been living under a rock for the past fifteen years cause it’s like they don’t ever know who I am. I got news for ya though, keep on talking about Belfore and Logan, focus all your attention on them, cause that just means you won’t be expecting it when I drop you on your fucking head. When it’s all said and done though each and every one of you will know who I am and that’s Jake Keeton, the next WCF World Champion.
He leaps up on the ring apron and climbs into the ring. Leaning forward against the ropes he continues to speak in his slow methodical southern drawl, with the empty gym providing great acoustics.
Jake: Now that we have the formal introductions out of the way, I’m gonna address a few guys personally. I’ve encountered a lot of inflated egos in my day but I’d never had the displeasure of having to watch a Logan promo until recently. You’re certainly one of a kind Logan, but that’s not a compliment in the least. You’ve won 3 WARs but I promise you that you’re not winning a fourth, at least not this year. You’re full of yourself and full of shit. You’re stuck in the past and think that your prior success in this match means you’re guaranteed to win it and you very well may have been until I resigned with WCF and then your chances of winning an unprecedented four WAR matches went right out the window. You think you’re some kind of comedian but where I come from we take our wrestling serious and your witty wise cracks and one liners never made me crack a smile once, what’s gonna be cracking though is your neck when I drop you on that swelled head of yours. You’re the face of treachery, well this…
He points to his face and the camera zooms in close.
Jake: This is the face of the guy that’s gonna kick the shit out of you come WAR.
The camera pans back but the intense glare remains on the face of The All-American Nightmare.
Jake: The second guy I hope is listening loud and clear is the man who thinks there’s some kind of conspiracy and the whole world is against him and that’s the most recent WCF Champion, Odie Belfore. I know your name is Odin but I prefer Odie and I’m not gonna ask you if you mind if I call you that cause I’m not giving you a choice you big dumb goof. You’re fucking delusional, you claim to be the most dominant man in WCF history but you were dominant when there was no one to dominate. I kept my eye on WCF as a fan even when I wasn’t employed here and you were the champion of a pack of nobodies. You’re big, you’re bad, and you’re pissed off but if you think this is the first time in my 35 years on this Earth I’ve had to deal with someone big, bad, and pissed off you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. Your game is intimidation and I ain’t intimidated in the least because I’m the best fucking wrestler alive.
Suddenly Jake’s cell phone that was resting on the ring apron begins to play Black Stone Cherry’s “Like I Roll” alerting him that a call is coming in. He swipes his finger down the screen of the HTC EVO 4G.
Jake: Hello?
Keeton looks panic stricken by whatever is being said on the other end of the line.
Jake: I’ll be right there.
He begins rushing towards the exit as the scene fades to black.
To be continued....
Jake: I hear a lot of gums flapping about WAR, and if you listen to it all it’s pretty obvious that not one of’em have a fuckin’ clue what they’re talking about. You know why I know that? Cause none of them have even mentioned my name. It’s all about Odin Belfore and Logan. Forget them, because one by one I’m picking you all off and walking out of WAR as the WCF World Champion.
He opens up a bottle of water that had been sitting on the ring apron and takes a sip from it before continuing.
Jake: Neither Logan or Odin probably have a clue what I bring to this match. You wanna know boys? Ask Doc Henry… Ask D-Day…Ask Oblivion… want me to go on cause I could? In fact, the only guys in this big shindig to ever beat me are Johnny Reb and Brad Kane, but I’ve beat BK a time or two too. I know I may not be as big a name or have the kind of legacy in WCF that I’ve created other places but that changes at WAR.
After a long pause the smile begins to fade from Keeton’s face.
Jake: Seems like everyone is focused on two guys because Logan has won the WAR more than anyone else and Odie thinks he’s the rightful champion. You know what I have to say about that? Logan has won WAR so many times because I’ve never been in one before and the only reason Odie was ever World Champion is because of the obvious lack of talent in this place when he was on top. This is a new day in WCF and I’ve decided that being the greatest TV Champion in WCF history just ain’t good enough for me. I want the big prize, I want the World Title and this is the perfect opportunity to claim it. Everyone who has had anything to say about WAR so far has overlooked me but that’s Ok with me because I like being the underdog, hell most of the guys in this thing must have been living under a rock for the past fifteen years cause it’s like they don’t ever know who I am. I got news for ya though, keep on talking about Belfore and Logan, focus all your attention on them, cause that just means you won’t be expecting it when I drop you on your fucking head. When it’s all said and done though each and every one of you will know who I am and that’s Jake Keeton, the next WCF World Champion.
He leaps up on the ring apron and climbs into the ring. Leaning forward against the ropes he continues to speak in his slow methodical southern drawl, with the empty gym providing great acoustics.
Jake: Now that we have the formal introductions out of the way, I’m gonna address a few guys personally. I’ve encountered a lot of inflated egos in my day but I’d never had the displeasure of having to watch a Logan promo until recently. You’re certainly one of a kind Logan, but that’s not a compliment in the least. You’ve won 3 WARs but I promise you that you’re not winning a fourth, at least not this year. You’re full of yourself and full of shit. You’re stuck in the past and think that your prior success in this match means you’re guaranteed to win it and you very well may have been until I resigned with WCF and then your chances of winning an unprecedented four WAR matches went right out the window. You think you’re some kind of comedian but where I come from we take our wrestling serious and your witty wise cracks and one liners never made me crack a smile once, what’s gonna be cracking though is your neck when I drop you on that swelled head of yours. You’re the face of treachery, well this…
He points to his face and the camera zooms in close.
Jake: This is the face of the guy that’s gonna kick the shit out of you come WAR.
The camera pans back but the intense glare remains on the face of The All-American Nightmare.
Jake: The second guy I hope is listening loud and clear is the man who thinks there’s some kind of conspiracy and the whole world is against him and that’s the most recent WCF Champion, Odie Belfore. I know your name is Odin but I prefer Odie and I’m not gonna ask you if you mind if I call you that cause I’m not giving you a choice you big dumb goof. You’re fucking delusional, you claim to be the most dominant man in WCF history but you were dominant when there was no one to dominate. I kept my eye on WCF as a fan even when I wasn’t employed here and you were the champion of a pack of nobodies. You’re big, you’re bad, and you’re pissed off but if you think this is the first time in my 35 years on this Earth I’ve had to deal with someone big, bad, and pissed off you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. Your game is intimidation and I ain’t intimidated in the least because I’m the best fucking wrestler alive.
Suddenly Jake’s cell phone that was resting on the ring apron begins to play Black Stone Cherry’s “Like I Roll” alerting him that a call is coming in. He swipes his finger down the screen of the HTC EVO 4G.
Jake: Hello?
Keeton looks panic stricken by whatever is being said on the other end of the line.
Jake: I’ll be right there.
He begins rushing towards the exit as the scene fades to black.
To be continued....
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