Post by Jake Keeton on Oct 30, 2011 14:22:16 GMT -5
October 26th, 2011
The camera focuses in on the closed eyes of Jake Keeton, his eye lids flutter and then they open. He squints adjusting to the light in the room, and the camera pulls back revealing that The All-American Nightmare is in a hospital bed, his arms strapped down, and his hospital gown clad body covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises. Sitting next to the bed are his wife Kassie, son J.C., and mother Katherine. They all have somber expressions until 13 year old J.C. sees his father’s eyes open.
J.C.: He’s awake!
Katherine and Kassie turn their attention to Jake and they breathe a sigh of relief. Kassie stands up and smiles before kissing her husband. Jake returns the smile but Kassie’s soon fades and she slaps the snot out of him.
Kassie: Glad you’re alive asshole. Come on J.C., you don’t need to hear what your grandmother has to say.
She takes the boy by the hand and they walk towards the door to the hospital room, J.C. turns back and looks at his Dad.
J.C.: I love Dad, I’m happy you’re awake.
Jake: I love you too, bud.
Kassie and J.C. exit the room after Jake’s slow, hoarse response. The room is silent for a few moments before Jake looks over at his mother who can’t even bring herself to look him in the eyes.
Jake: What the hell happened Mom?
A fire ignites in the eyes of the “sweet old southern lady” and the venom filled words directed at her son are anything but sweet.
Katherine: You almost died because you hit a guard rail on the interstate going 85 miles an hour while you were drunk out of your mind you moron! That’s what happened! Your truck is totaled, you’re all over the news, and you’re lucky you still have a job because Seth Lerch was very close to firing you for embarrassing his company but I talked him out of it because you’ve got a family to support and need the money. I thought for sure after Jimmy Cortez and PWA had you placed in rehab five years ago the drinking and drugs were a thing of the past but it’s in your blood!
Jake’s face contorts in anger and he glares at his mother.
Jake: Don’t you EVER compare me to him! You know damn good and well I’m not like him.
Katherine: Then stop acting like him! You need to get your shit together son before you wind up in the ground next to him. Unlike your father you do have people who care about you. The beautiful young woman that just walked out the door loves you and I could hear her heart breaking with every step she took. Then there’s the little boy who every single day becomes more and more of a spitting image of his hero. Did you even know he made the Freshman wrestling team?
Jake: Wrestling? What about basketball?
Katherine: He’s going to do both, because he said and I quote, “If I’m even half as good as Dad, this’ll be a piece of cake.” He doesn’t lack self confidence and neither do you, but you’ve got to put the damn bottle down or you won’t be around to see how good he’s going to be. I love you, but I’m honestly disgusted to be in the room with you right now.
A single tear rolls down the cheek of the former Television Champion as the scene fades out and reopens inside the empty WCF Arena in Reading, PA. I lone spotlight hangs above the ring where a ladder is set up. Sitting high atop the ladder is Jake Keeton dressed in jeans and a plain black t-shirt.
October 30th, 2011
Jake: We all have our demons, and I’ve been dealing with mine for 15 years. I’m an addict in the truest sense of the word. It’s a daily battle to keep the demons at bay and thanks to a chance encounter with Lawnmower Jones a few weeks back my demons snuck up on me and I succumbed to them. I’ve been a complete mess the last few weeks but I’ve continued to win every single time I’ve stepped foot in a WCF ring. I know what I have to do to get better and my road to recovery starts tomorrow night at Helloween when I will climb this very ladder I’m sitting on right now and take down the WCF TV Championship that I never lost almost two years ago because alcohol isn’t my only addiction, I’m addicted to winning and I will take back my title and then I’ll continue on my quest to become WCF World Heavyweight Champion because I am the best wrestler alive.
He pauses and looks down at the mat some 12 feet below him.
Jake: I know very well the dangers and the thrills that can come from a ladder match, it’s a constant adrenaline rush, and I’ve won my share of them in my career. There are three men steepin’ into the ring at Helloween for the TV Title, myself, Doc Henry, and Roy Speede’s handpicked replacement Vic, but there is one more factor to consider and that is the cold unforgiving steel ladder. It’s almost like adding a fourth competitor to the match, the placement of it, how you use it, and staying out of the way of it can all determine ones fate in this match. I plan to use the ladder to my advantage every chance I get. If that means hitting The Highlight of the Night on Doc Henry off the top of the ladder, or crashing down on Vic with Wasted Hopes from 12 feet in the air then so be it. Not only am I a better wrestler than both of my opponents, I’m more cunning, calculated, methodical, and intelligent then both of them combined.
Jake lets out a slight chuckle as he ponders his opponents chances for a moment before continuing.
Jake: I really don’t see this match as being fair, and I don’t mean to me, I mean to my opponents. I’m in a completely different class of athlete than either of them. Doc Henry made his name as a tag team wrestler and it’s obvious by who’s currently holding the World Championship as to who the more talented member of that team was. Doc you’ll be lucky to ever get to sniff the World Championship, you’re doomed to compete in the mid-card for you career which is just that, a career of mediocrity. I’m not content with being the Television Champion and I’m telling you and anyone else who is listening that all I need is one shot and I’ll be World Champion. You’re a fucking joke Doc, give me a reason to believe you have a snowballs chance in hell of beating me and don’t just regurgitate my words back to me, say something fucking original for once. And Vic? You’re an anarchist? Is that cause you think it’s the cool thing to be? Sorry shit stain but Aaron Miles has the trademark on cool and I think you’re just a moron who lucked his way into a match you have no business in. Unlike Doc Henry who has had some past success in WCF, you’re not even relevant enough to be mediocre and will never amount to shit. This is my match to win and you’re both just an afterthought as rung by rung I’ll climb this ladder and take down the title I never lost.
The spotlight slowly goes dark and the scene fades.
The camera focuses in on the closed eyes of Jake Keeton, his eye lids flutter and then they open. He squints adjusting to the light in the room, and the camera pulls back revealing that The All-American Nightmare is in a hospital bed, his arms strapped down, and his hospital gown clad body covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises. Sitting next to the bed are his wife Kassie, son J.C., and mother Katherine. They all have somber expressions until 13 year old J.C. sees his father’s eyes open.
J.C.: He’s awake!
Katherine and Kassie turn their attention to Jake and they breathe a sigh of relief. Kassie stands up and smiles before kissing her husband. Jake returns the smile but Kassie’s soon fades and she slaps the snot out of him.
Kassie: Glad you’re alive asshole. Come on J.C., you don’t need to hear what your grandmother has to say.
She takes the boy by the hand and they walk towards the door to the hospital room, J.C. turns back and looks at his Dad.
J.C.: I love Dad, I’m happy you’re awake.
Jake: I love you too, bud.
Kassie and J.C. exit the room after Jake’s slow, hoarse response. The room is silent for a few moments before Jake looks over at his mother who can’t even bring herself to look him in the eyes.
Jake: What the hell happened Mom?
A fire ignites in the eyes of the “sweet old southern lady” and the venom filled words directed at her son are anything but sweet.
Katherine: You almost died because you hit a guard rail on the interstate going 85 miles an hour while you were drunk out of your mind you moron! That’s what happened! Your truck is totaled, you’re all over the news, and you’re lucky you still have a job because Seth Lerch was very close to firing you for embarrassing his company but I talked him out of it because you’ve got a family to support and need the money. I thought for sure after Jimmy Cortez and PWA had you placed in rehab five years ago the drinking and drugs were a thing of the past but it’s in your blood!
Jake’s face contorts in anger and he glares at his mother.
Jake: Don’t you EVER compare me to him! You know damn good and well I’m not like him.
Katherine: Then stop acting like him! You need to get your shit together son before you wind up in the ground next to him. Unlike your father you do have people who care about you. The beautiful young woman that just walked out the door loves you and I could hear her heart breaking with every step she took. Then there’s the little boy who every single day becomes more and more of a spitting image of his hero. Did you even know he made the Freshman wrestling team?
Jake: Wrestling? What about basketball?
Katherine: He’s going to do both, because he said and I quote, “If I’m even half as good as Dad, this’ll be a piece of cake.” He doesn’t lack self confidence and neither do you, but you’ve got to put the damn bottle down or you won’t be around to see how good he’s going to be. I love you, but I’m honestly disgusted to be in the room with you right now.
A single tear rolls down the cheek of the former Television Champion as the scene fades out and reopens inside the empty WCF Arena in Reading, PA. I lone spotlight hangs above the ring where a ladder is set up. Sitting high atop the ladder is Jake Keeton dressed in jeans and a plain black t-shirt.
October 30th, 2011
Jake: We all have our demons, and I’ve been dealing with mine for 15 years. I’m an addict in the truest sense of the word. It’s a daily battle to keep the demons at bay and thanks to a chance encounter with Lawnmower Jones a few weeks back my demons snuck up on me and I succumbed to them. I’ve been a complete mess the last few weeks but I’ve continued to win every single time I’ve stepped foot in a WCF ring. I know what I have to do to get better and my road to recovery starts tomorrow night at Helloween when I will climb this very ladder I’m sitting on right now and take down the WCF TV Championship that I never lost almost two years ago because alcohol isn’t my only addiction, I’m addicted to winning and I will take back my title and then I’ll continue on my quest to become WCF World Heavyweight Champion because I am the best wrestler alive.
He pauses and looks down at the mat some 12 feet below him.
Jake: I know very well the dangers and the thrills that can come from a ladder match, it’s a constant adrenaline rush, and I’ve won my share of them in my career. There are three men steepin’ into the ring at Helloween for the TV Title, myself, Doc Henry, and Roy Speede’s handpicked replacement Vic, but there is one more factor to consider and that is the cold unforgiving steel ladder. It’s almost like adding a fourth competitor to the match, the placement of it, how you use it, and staying out of the way of it can all determine ones fate in this match. I plan to use the ladder to my advantage every chance I get. If that means hitting The Highlight of the Night on Doc Henry off the top of the ladder, or crashing down on Vic with Wasted Hopes from 12 feet in the air then so be it. Not only am I a better wrestler than both of my opponents, I’m more cunning, calculated, methodical, and intelligent then both of them combined.
Jake lets out a slight chuckle as he ponders his opponents chances for a moment before continuing.
Jake: I really don’t see this match as being fair, and I don’t mean to me, I mean to my opponents. I’m in a completely different class of athlete than either of them. Doc Henry made his name as a tag team wrestler and it’s obvious by who’s currently holding the World Championship as to who the more talented member of that team was. Doc you’ll be lucky to ever get to sniff the World Championship, you’re doomed to compete in the mid-card for you career which is just that, a career of mediocrity. I’m not content with being the Television Champion and I’m telling you and anyone else who is listening that all I need is one shot and I’ll be World Champion. You’re a fucking joke Doc, give me a reason to believe you have a snowballs chance in hell of beating me and don’t just regurgitate my words back to me, say something fucking original for once. And Vic? You’re an anarchist? Is that cause you think it’s the cool thing to be? Sorry shit stain but Aaron Miles has the trademark on cool and I think you’re just a moron who lucked his way into a match you have no business in. Unlike Doc Henry who has had some past success in WCF, you’re not even relevant enough to be mediocre and will never amount to shit. This is my match to win and you’re both just an afterthought as rung by rung I’ll climb this ladder and take down the title I never lost.
The spotlight slowly goes dark and the scene fades.
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