Post by Jake Keeton on Oct 9, 2011 19:27:51 GMT -5
Jake Keeton sat on the foot of the bed in his dimly lit hotel room in Reading, PA, the location of this week’s edition of WCF SLAM where the veteran ring ace will be locking horns with Donald “D-Day” Deruty. Jake just stares at the bare walls of the hotel room as the events of the past week flood through his mind…
The scene shifts to a fuzzy “flashback” sequence that shows Jake hitting a picture perfect “Highlight Of The Night” and eliminating D-Day from WAR before moments later being eliminated himself by Brad Kane. A disappointed Keeton rolls out the ring with his head hung low and begins walking towards the back but he stops halfway up the ramp and listens to a sound he hasn’t heard in quite a while, the fans booing him, some even go as far as to rip up signs they were holding in support of him. He shakes his head puzzled by this and continues up the ramp.
That picture then fades to Keeton walking through the airport in Reading. He smiles as he walks past groups of fans who just whisper amongst themselves and give the former TV Champion the cold shoulder. Again Keeton looks puzzled as he exits the airport and gets into a taxi.
Driver: Where to pal?
Jake: Crown Plaza.
The driver who hadn’t looked up from the newspaper he was reading glanced in his rear view mirror when Keeton spoke; his unmistakable southern drawl was familiar to wrestling fans all over the world.
Driver: Sorry, I’ve got the right to refuse service to anyone and you need to get out of my cab.
Jake looks extremely frustrated as he grabs the door handle of the taxi but stops before he gets out.
Jake: Fine, I’ll get out but before I do you’re gonna tell me what the fuck I did that’s made the whole world hate me all the sudden.
Driver: That’s an easy one, you knocked D-Day out of the WAR match, he’s WCF’s American Hero.
Jake: You gotta be shitting me, you mean to tell me that me doing the same damn thing any other man in that match would have done has caused all you fickle fuckin’ fans to turn your backs on me? Never mind don’t answer that, I’m getting out.
He grabs his bag and gets out the taxi slamming the door hard. He hops in the back of another cab that pulls away as the flashback fades back into Jake alone sitting on the foot of his hotel room bed. He stares intensely into the camera and begins to speak.
Jake: I have to say that even though I didn’t walk out of WAR with the win, I had a hell of a showing. Only three men lasted longer than I did in that match and I think it’s pretty clear that this old dog has still got a few new tricks up his sleeve. This week though it’s back in a familiar territory as I’ll be stepping in the ring with a man who I’ve made a habit of kicking the shit out of inside a WCF ring and that’s D-Day. I gotta admit it felt like 2009 all over again when I planted you on your face and pinned you to send you packing from the WAR match, D-Day. Every time we’ve ever been in the ring together you’ve come out on the losing end and I hope you don’t think for a minute that’s gonna change this week at Slam. You’ve had a lot of success in WCF since the last time we faced each other one on one, even going as far as holding the World Championship which is my goal in returning to this company, not anytime soon mind you cause I plan on working my way to an eventual shot. When I was beating you at will in 2009 it was expected for the grizzled veteran to beat to retarded rookie, but now it means beating a former World Champion.
Jake stands up and walks over to the window and opens the curtains, lighting up the room on this unusually warm and sunny Pennsylvania afternoon. He stands looking down on the city and continues talking.
Jake: I just don’t get it. For 15 years I’ve busted my ass for the people and they turn on me at the drop of the hat. I dunno what kinda spell you’ve got over these people D-Day, other than the fact that it’s human nature to cheer for the underdog, but I can promise you that you’ll always be the underdog when you step in the ring with me. I spent the first 10 years of my career as one of the most hated men in this business but for the list 5 or so I’ve turned over a new leaf and it felt good to go out every night and have thousands of people chanting my name but if you or any of them think for one fucking second I’ve forgotten how to be the bad guy, you just wait. If all it took was me eliminating you from WAR for them to hate me they’re gonna fucking despise me after I make a fool out of you at SLAM and stand over your beaten, broken body with my arm raised in victory because I'm the best wrestler alive.
He turns to the camera with a sinister smile as the scene fades to black.
The scene shifts to a fuzzy “flashback” sequence that shows Jake hitting a picture perfect “Highlight Of The Night” and eliminating D-Day from WAR before moments later being eliminated himself by Brad Kane. A disappointed Keeton rolls out the ring with his head hung low and begins walking towards the back but he stops halfway up the ramp and listens to a sound he hasn’t heard in quite a while, the fans booing him, some even go as far as to rip up signs they were holding in support of him. He shakes his head puzzled by this and continues up the ramp.
That picture then fades to Keeton walking through the airport in Reading. He smiles as he walks past groups of fans who just whisper amongst themselves and give the former TV Champion the cold shoulder. Again Keeton looks puzzled as he exits the airport and gets into a taxi.
Driver: Where to pal?
Jake: Crown Plaza.
The driver who hadn’t looked up from the newspaper he was reading glanced in his rear view mirror when Keeton spoke; his unmistakable southern drawl was familiar to wrestling fans all over the world.
Driver: Sorry, I’ve got the right to refuse service to anyone and you need to get out of my cab.
Jake looks extremely frustrated as he grabs the door handle of the taxi but stops before he gets out.
Jake: Fine, I’ll get out but before I do you’re gonna tell me what the fuck I did that’s made the whole world hate me all the sudden.
Driver: That’s an easy one, you knocked D-Day out of the WAR match, he’s WCF’s American Hero.
Jake: You gotta be shitting me, you mean to tell me that me doing the same damn thing any other man in that match would have done has caused all you fickle fuckin’ fans to turn your backs on me? Never mind don’t answer that, I’m getting out.
He grabs his bag and gets out the taxi slamming the door hard. He hops in the back of another cab that pulls away as the flashback fades back into Jake alone sitting on the foot of his hotel room bed. He stares intensely into the camera and begins to speak.
Jake: I have to say that even though I didn’t walk out of WAR with the win, I had a hell of a showing. Only three men lasted longer than I did in that match and I think it’s pretty clear that this old dog has still got a few new tricks up his sleeve. This week though it’s back in a familiar territory as I’ll be stepping in the ring with a man who I’ve made a habit of kicking the shit out of inside a WCF ring and that’s D-Day. I gotta admit it felt like 2009 all over again when I planted you on your face and pinned you to send you packing from the WAR match, D-Day. Every time we’ve ever been in the ring together you’ve come out on the losing end and I hope you don’t think for a minute that’s gonna change this week at Slam. You’ve had a lot of success in WCF since the last time we faced each other one on one, even going as far as holding the World Championship which is my goal in returning to this company, not anytime soon mind you cause I plan on working my way to an eventual shot. When I was beating you at will in 2009 it was expected for the grizzled veteran to beat to retarded rookie, but now it means beating a former World Champion.
Jake stands up and walks over to the window and opens the curtains, lighting up the room on this unusually warm and sunny Pennsylvania afternoon. He stands looking down on the city and continues talking.
Jake: I just don’t get it. For 15 years I’ve busted my ass for the people and they turn on me at the drop of the hat. I dunno what kinda spell you’ve got over these people D-Day, other than the fact that it’s human nature to cheer for the underdog, but I can promise you that you’ll always be the underdog when you step in the ring with me. I spent the first 10 years of my career as one of the most hated men in this business but for the list 5 or so I’ve turned over a new leaf and it felt good to go out every night and have thousands of people chanting my name but if you or any of them think for one fucking second I’ve forgotten how to be the bad guy, you just wait. If all it took was me eliminating you from WAR for them to hate me they’re gonna fucking despise me after I make a fool out of you at SLAM and stand over your beaten, broken body with my arm raised in victory because I'm the best wrestler alive.
He turns to the camera with a sinister smile as the scene fades to black.
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