Post by Jeff X on Aug 19, 2006 20:41:25 GMT -5
“I told you I still had it.”
We hear that familiar thick, southern accent of the Rock Solid Redneck, Jeff X, as the scene opens up.
“I said that I hadn’t missed a beat. I said that I still had all of the ability that I had when I was a top SuperStar in WEW…and I was right.”
Jeff X is sitting on the front steps of an old run-down wooden house. It’s more like a shack, actually, as it isn’t very large at all. The white paint is chipping off of the place and there is actually duct-tape above one of the dusty windows. The front porch, or patio, has railing that runs all the way around it, with two posts that hold up an overhead covering. Two rocking chairs and an old porch swing sit on opposite sides of the front door. Jeff is sitting on one of the two steps that lead from the red dirt to the floor of the porch. He’s dressed in a black NASCAR #29 Kevin Harvick cap, an old black Jeff X T-Shirt from his WEW days, blue Levi’s jeans, a pair of work boots, and a silver watch wrapped tightly around his left wrist. In his left hand, he holds a silver 12 oz. can of Natural Light. He slowly brings the can to his lips as he takes a long swig of the beverage. Just to the left of him, sits a red and black NASCAR #8 Dale Earnhardt Jr. cooler, with the lid unzipped. There are at least two more cans of beer covered in ice that can be seen inside the small plastic cooler. Jeff squints his eyes due to the bright sun that shines down on the scene, as he looks out at the small plot of land that lies before him. The grass is a little too long and looks like it needs to be cut. There is a stretch of gravel, that leads from the very edge of the house to the red dirt road, that is apparently being used as a driveway as there is a white 1994 Chevy Silverado parked in it.
“Last week, in the First Round of the Ringmaster Tournament, I proved that I still have what it takes to be a Champion. I proved that I can and will win this Tournament and there isn’t a man alive that can stop me. Ask Justin Sane…he tried…and he failed. In less than six minutes, I beat and embarrassed that pathetic excuse for a professional wrestler. Don’t take it to hard though, Justin. You are not the only man that will fall to me in this Tournament…you were just the first.”
Jeff pauses momentarily as he takes another sip of alcohol.
“You were the first of Four Men that will face defeat at the hands of me, Jeff X, in this tournament. The second? None other than the so-called ‘Giant’, Kronik. Kronik, I told you last week that the rumors were true, you are a Giant. You are 7’2”. You weigh 328 lbs. You have all the tools…speed, power, strength, ability…but none of that will help you against me. I am a man on a mission. A mission to prove that I am better than what my former employers gave me credit for. A mission to force the asshole I used to call my boss to regret the day he released me. A mission to become the 2006 Ringmaster Champion.”
Again, Jeff takes a break to chug down some of the Natural Light.
“Kronik…this week I will show you that I can overcome a size disadvantage. I’ve done it before and I will do it again. It’s nothing new to me. My whole career I’ve fought big men. I’ve fought powerful men. I’ve fought freakishly buff men. They’ve all fallen at my feet. You see there is one thing that guys like you overlook when you step into the ring with true competitors like me. You may be bigger than me…you may be stronger than me…but you are in no way, shape, or form better than me. I am faster than you. I have more talent than you. I have more natural ability than you. And I am a flat-out better fighter than you.”
After taking another swallow of beer, Jeff holds up his right hand, which is tightly clenched into a fist.
“Ask anyone who has ever stepped into the ring with me. Whether they beat me, or whether I beat them, they will tell you there is no one…I mean NO one that can throw fists with me. There is not a man alive that can match me punch for punch…but I don’t have to tell you that…you will find out soon enough.”
Jeff tilts the can high as he finishes off the last bit of the beverage before crushing the can and dropping it into a small patch of grass by his feet. He reaches next to him and grabs another ice-cold can of Natural Light. He lifts his shirt up to wipe the water from the ice off of the can, revealing a set of tight six-pack abs. He drops the shirt and cracks open the can. Bringing it to his lips, he chugs down quite a large bit of the drink.
“The rest of the men in this tournament…they want something different than I do. They are looking to add another notch in their wrestling resume’, or they are looking to successfully represent their respected companies. Me? I’m not looking for either of those things. I have no company to represent and I personally couldn’t give two shits about calling myself the Ringmaster Champion for the next twelve months. This whole tournament…for me is about proving that I was not wrong. That I, Jeff X, one of the world’s most popular wrestlers, can still get it done in the ring. That no matter what, hard-work and dedication still pay off at the end of the day. Not sucking up and kissing ass like some people I know have, but working hard, putting in an honest effort, and giving the people what they want will end in victory. If I could win this thing and walk up to my previous ‘C.E.O.’ and shove it right in his face that I won the 2006 Ringmaster Tournament…it would be the highlight of my career…wait…scratch that…it WILL be the highlight of my career.”
Jeff downs a bit more beer before going on.
“Some of you might consider me overly confident and maybe a little arrogant in this tournament, but that’s not how I see it. I’m not arrogant because I can back the things I say up. When I say I will win…I will. The odds are all in my favor…I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Here I do not have to worry about all the bullshit and all the politics. I don’t have to sign anything or make any kind of obligations to any one or any federation. There is no one here who can push me up to Main Event or keep me down as a Curtain-Jerker…this Tournament…it relies soley on talent and ability. It all comes down to who wins…and who loses. That…that is what I live for. I live for being able to compete and be victorious. That is what I worked my whole life for. I didn’t train for years to kiss somebody’s ass to make it to the Main-Event spotlight, I trained to win matches and earn my way into the Main-Event spotlight. But that point in my career is gone now. I could care less whether I am in the Main-Event…I could care less whether I am headlining Pay-Per-Views and being a Champion…all I want to do now I win and prove every single person who looked down on me, what I do, the things I say, and what I stand for. Because when I win this championship I am going to walk right up to all of those people and stick it straight up their ass because then they will know that I am much more than what they gave me credit for…I am the Rock Solid Redneck and this Sunday, I will prove it when I step into the ring with the 7’2” giant, Kronik, and kick the living shit out of him.”
You can hear the tone in Jeff’s voice getting angrier and angrier, but Jeff slows down and chugs down quite a lot of beer before continuing his rant.
“I should not, can not, and will not lose this match this Sunday. I don’t care if you are 10-foot tall and 900 lbs, Kronik, there isn’t a man alive who can slow me down. Justin Sane will agree with me when I say that I am a determined man…and that…is all there is to say…about THAT!”
Jeff X swigs down the last of that can and crushes it as the scene slowly fades to black.
We hear that familiar thick, southern accent of the Rock Solid Redneck, Jeff X, as the scene opens up.
“I said that I hadn’t missed a beat. I said that I still had all of the ability that I had when I was a top SuperStar in WEW…and I was right.”
Jeff X is sitting on the front steps of an old run-down wooden house. It’s more like a shack, actually, as it isn’t very large at all. The white paint is chipping off of the place and there is actually duct-tape above one of the dusty windows. The front porch, or patio, has railing that runs all the way around it, with two posts that hold up an overhead covering. Two rocking chairs and an old porch swing sit on opposite sides of the front door. Jeff is sitting on one of the two steps that lead from the red dirt to the floor of the porch. He’s dressed in a black NASCAR #29 Kevin Harvick cap, an old black Jeff X T-Shirt from his WEW days, blue Levi’s jeans, a pair of work boots, and a silver watch wrapped tightly around his left wrist. In his left hand, he holds a silver 12 oz. can of Natural Light. He slowly brings the can to his lips as he takes a long swig of the beverage. Just to the left of him, sits a red and black NASCAR #8 Dale Earnhardt Jr. cooler, with the lid unzipped. There are at least two more cans of beer covered in ice that can be seen inside the small plastic cooler. Jeff squints his eyes due to the bright sun that shines down on the scene, as he looks out at the small plot of land that lies before him. The grass is a little too long and looks like it needs to be cut. There is a stretch of gravel, that leads from the very edge of the house to the red dirt road, that is apparently being used as a driveway as there is a white 1994 Chevy Silverado parked in it.
“Last week, in the First Round of the Ringmaster Tournament, I proved that I still have what it takes to be a Champion. I proved that I can and will win this Tournament and there isn’t a man alive that can stop me. Ask Justin Sane…he tried…and he failed. In less than six minutes, I beat and embarrassed that pathetic excuse for a professional wrestler. Don’t take it to hard though, Justin. You are not the only man that will fall to me in this Tournament…you were just the first.”
Jeff pauses momentarily as he takes another sip of alcohol.
“You were the first of Four Men that will face defeat at the hands of me, Jeff X, in this tournament. The second? None other than the so-called ‘Giant’, Kronik. Kronik, I told you last week that the rumors were true, you are a Giant. You are 7’2”. You weigh 328 lbs. You have all the tools…speed, power, strength, ability…but none of that will help you against me. I am a man on a mission. A mission to prove that I am better than what my former employers gave me credit for. A mission to force the asshole I used to call my boss to regret the day he released me. A mission to become the 2006 Ringmaster Champion.”
Again, Jeff takes a break to chug down some of the Natural Light.
“Kronik…this week I will show you that I can overcome a size disadvantage. I’ve done it before and I will do it again. It’s nothing new to me. My whole career I’ve fought big men. I’ve fought powerful men. I’ve fought freakishly buff men. They’ve all fallen at my feet. You see there is one thing that guys like you overlook when you step into the ring with true competitors like me. You may be bigger than me…you may be stronger than me…but you are in no way, shape, or form better than me. I am faster than you. I have more talent than you. I have more natural ability than you. And I am a flat-out better fighter than you.”
After taking another swallow of beer, Jeff holds up his right hand, which is tightly clenched into a fist.
“Ask anyone who has ever stepped into the ring with me. Whether they beat me, or whether I beat them, they will tell you there is no one…I mean NO one that can throw fists with me. There is not a man alive that can match me punch for punch…but I don’t have to tell you that…you will find out soon enough.”
Jeff tilts the can high as he finishes off the last bit of the beverage before crushing the can and dropping it into a small patch of grass by his feet. He reaches next to him and grabs another ice-cold can of Natural Light. He lifts his shirt up to wipe the water from the ice off of the can, revealing a set of tight six-pack abs. He drops the shirt and cracks open the can. Bringing it to his lips, he chugs down quite a large bit of the drink.
“The rest of the men in this tournament…they want something different than I do. They are looking to add another notch in their wrestling resume’, or they are looking to successfully represent their respected companies. Me? I’m not looking for either of those things. I have no company to represent and I personally couldn’t give two shits about calling myself the Ringmaster Champion for the next twelve months. This whole tournament…for me is about proving that I was not wrong. That I, Jeff X, one of the world’s most popular wrestlers, can still get it done in the ring. That no matter what, hard-work and dedication still pay off at the end of the day. Not sucking up and kissing ass like some people I know have, but working hard, putting in an honest effort, and giving the people what they want will end in victory. If I could win this thing and walk up to my previous ‘C.E.O.’ and shove it right in his face that I won the 2006 Ringmaster Tournament…it would be the highlight of my career…wait…scratch that…it WILL be the highlight of my career.”
Jeff downs a bit more beer before going on.
“Some of you might consider me overly confident and maybe a little arrogant in this tournament, but that’s not how I see it. I’m not arrogant because I can back the things I say up. When I say I will win…I will. The odds are all in my favor…I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Here I do not have to worry about all the bullshit and all the politics. I don’t have to sign anything or make any kind of obligations to any one or any federation. There is no one here who can push me up to Main Event or keep me down as a Curtain-Jerker…this Tournament…it relies soley on talent and ability. It all comes down to who wins…and who loses. That…that is what I live for. I live for being able to compete and be victorious. That is what I worked my whole life for. I didn’t train for years to kiss somebody’s ass to make it to the Main-Event spotlight, I trained to win matches and earn my way into the Main-Event spotlight. But that point in my career is gone now. I could care less whether I am in the Main-Event…I could care less whether I am headlining Pay-Per-Views and being a Champion…all I want to do now I win and prove every single person who looked down on me, what I do, the things I say, and what I stand for. Because when I win this championship I am going to walk right up to all of those people and stick it straight up their ass because then they will know that I am much more than what they gave me credit for…I am the Rock Solid Redneck and this Sunday, I will prove it when I step into the ring with the 7’2” giant, Kronik, and kick the living shit out of him.”
You can hear the tone in Jeff’s voice getting angrier and angrier, but Jeff slows down and chugs down quite a lot of beer before continuing his rant.
“I should not, can not, and will not lose this match this Sunday. I don’t care if you are 10-foot tall and 900 lbs, Kronik, there isn’t a man alive who can slow me down. Justin Sane will agree with me when I say that I am a determined man…and that…is all there is to say…about THAT!”
Jeff X swigs down the last of that can and crushes it as the scene slowly fades to black.
