New Jam Fades | First Contact Post-Show
Jun 20, 2022 21:25:41 GMT -5
Jack Diamond, Jimbo, and 1 more like this
Post by Drag on Jun 20, 2022 21:25:41 GMT -5
Who Are The Jamrockers?
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A locker room lies quiet. This would not be unusual were it not for the name on the front door.
‘The Jamrockers’
Swinging open, the creak of the door interrupts their solace. Jason Long, smile engraved on his face. Unaware or ambivalent at the current mood.
“Gents, great showing. Really, I mean, incredible stuff! That right there is what IPW is all about.”
“Why so glum?”
“So you guys didn’t win, it happens! The Icons didn’t make it in CTA despite being the most dominant force on the XHF Network. You gotta roll with the punches and use it.”
“In fact, I remember back in AWF when I-”
“Yeah well it ain’t about you is it?”
“Ya wanna come in here and give us the pep talk and the big speech. But really, all you want is to hear yourself talk and make sure we keep bustin’ our ass to line your POCKETS.”
“They told us the plans for next show. Ya couldn’t give the slightest shred of shit if we won or lost tonight same as if I win or lose ‘gainst Spike Kane. What you’re really after, is to have us keep dancin’ and jumpin’ around cause, on a roster with Recobas and Chaos Theory’s and now Jack Fuckin’ Diamonds, we’re your biggest earners.”
“Listen to me you little shits. You don’t talk that way to me. You ESPECIALLY don’t compare yourselves to a Jack Diamond. Before me, you two were no-names selling T-shirts in gymnasiums and injuring yourselves for hot dogs and handshakes. So you’d better show me the RESPECT THA-”
“THAT’S THE FUCKIN’ PROBLEM AIN’T IT!?”
“We’ve done nothin’ BUT give respect! Sure, there’s the jokes and the razzing but we ain’t ever looked down or stuck our noses up at the competition. Despite everything! Motherfuckers who sound like they’re gargling balls in their mouth when they speak having the gall to look down on us. Call us fuckin’ clowns, have nothing else to say ‘cept calling us gay.”
“The worst of it is, ’Unc’ The person we’ve given respect to most of all: is you.”
“We’ve been nothing but grateful for the opportunity and you damn well better admit we’ve been makin’ the most of it. But, no matter how high we could climb, you won’t give a shit. Y’only give a damn about your bottom dollar. No matter what fuckin’ group you were in or how rousing a speech you give to the IPW fans, you’re no different than any other greedy little promoter!”
“You’ve done nothin’ but spit in our face since we got here!”
“GUYS LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SPITTIN’ IN OUR FACES FOR YEARS!”
Silence. Then, rearing back, Touchdown lets loose a glob of spit into the eye of Jason Long. Marching out of the room as the Owner of IPW recoils in disgust. Cooldown follows suit, turning his head before leaving to deliver a goodbye laden with spite.
“So there’s a fuckin’ spit in yours.”
Jason Long, in tranquil fury, tries in vain to wipe the spit from his eye.
A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets.
