A chance (JM rp Cruiserfest)
Jul 20, 2023 23:15:02 GMT -5
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Post by Steve Awesome on Jul 20, 2023 23:15:02 GMT -5
“Hey what’s up. It’s ya boy! Mayson Jatthews.”
Jayson immediately stops and slaps himself on the forehead.
“Dang it! Cut!”
~
We open inside his wrestling school. “The Dojo of the Sandwich”. Jayson Matthews is standing ringside watching his students run drills.
“Why am I relevant? Jeeze, coming at me with the rude questions already, okay fine I see how it is. Some people might know me from tearing it up in SCCW. Others might know me from back in the day when I was Steve Awesome’s brother in law. But either way, I’m so much more than that now, dude.”
Jayson watches two of his students sparring. He steps up on the apron and calls a pause to offer up some advice.
“I’m a wrestling coach. Check out my student Close Collins over in Tapout, Wrestling. I’ve been wrestling for along time. Ya know, there is a good chance that I wrestled your favorite wrestler at some point or another.
It’s late now. Jayson is closing up the front doors of the school and walked down to his beat up Saturn.
I’d like to consider myself a good wrestler. I got a job in SCCW so I guess I must be doing something right but I suppose I don’t have the best of luck when it matters the most.
Jayson loads up his gym and gear bag into the trunk of the car. Jayson opens the driver door of the dust bucket he calls his car, gets in, and as soon as he slams the door shut his back left tire pops and the bumper falls off.
“It’s just, for damn near twenty years I’ve never really felt like I won the big one.”
It’s even later now, Jayson is at a twenty four hour gas station filling up some cheap gas station coffee. The lady ringing up his drink was pretty. Jayson was still single and ready to mingle so he made his move.
“So you work at the gas station, eh?”
The girl blinked once and nodded.
“Yeah…”
Jayson nodded his head in approval.
“You uh….you like gas?”
Jayson said, failing miserably at attempting conversation. The girl shook her head awkwardly.
“No.”
Jayson nodded and burnt his lip on the coffee and dribbled some onto his shirt before he scrambled away.
“Sometimes it just feels like I’m the type of guy that is just doomed to slip through the cracks of the wrestling business. And in life….”
Jayson puts the key in the door of his small lonely apartment when suddenly he is startled by the sudden appearance of a large stern old lady.
“GAH SATAN!!”
Jayson finally realized it was his landlord.
“I mean, hello Mrs. McAllister, what a pleasant surprise.”
She didn’t buy the sweet act.
Landlord: Jayson we are raising your rent one hundred dollars.
“But you just raised it one hundred dollars last week.”
The landlord shrugged her broad shoulders.
Landlord: Well we’re raising it again. If you don’t like it, move out.”
Jayson sighed and shook his head. He knew he couldn’t afford to move. So he just accepted what he couldn’t change and went into his small run down apartment.
“But you know what? It all is what it is. Don’t sweat the small stuff and be thankful for what you do have. That’s what I always say. I’m proud to have done the things I have done, and I thank the good lord above everyday for my chance to give back to this business.”
“But still….even though the odds are typically against me, even though life has been conditioning me to feel like I shouldn’t…..
I don’t know…
We see Jayson in his beat up apartment, just staring at the stars in the night sky outside his window.
“I still feel like I got a chance….”
~
[/b]Fade into see Jayson Matthews at a makeshift desk going over tape of some of his opponents. His jaw drops at the pure athleticism that he’s seeing.[/b]
“Well that finisher looks brutal.”
He says and then speaks out loud what he writes in his notes.
“Don’t get hit by finisher.”
Jayson looks at his long list of obvious notes and nods.
“Man, I’m really getting a lot of good notes today.”
His grumpy tag team partner, Johnny Rotten sipped his beer and stewed in anger. For some reason, Jayson’s note taking was pissing him off. Finally he slammed his empty beer on the table and went off.
“Kid, do you really think you got a shot in all this? Are ya that much of a dumbass!?”
Jayson was surprised by the sudden outburst of his giant, ugly partner.
“Well I mean-“
Johnny slammed his hands onto Jayson’s desk.
“Come on kid, you know as well as I do that guys like you, guys like me, we ain’t supposed to make it to the top in this business. Being on top, being some kind of fancy champion ain’t ever in the cards for us. We’re just here because it’s all we got in life and we can’t give it up.”
Jayson just hung his head. He wanted to argue but he just didn’t know how. It’s not like Johnny was completely wrong.
“You should know better than to sign up for these tournaments when ya know your scrawny fat ass is just gonna get eliminated right in the beginning. Especially when all this solo bullshit is just gonna cut into our tag team shit and more importantly my payday.”
Jayson sighed. He dropped the pencil and cut off the tv.
“Yeah, you're probably right Johnny….”
Johnny nodded and cracked another beer.
“I know I’m right. Now cheer up, squirt. It better you hear the truth from me, instead of someone who is just trying to bring ya down…”
Johnny goes back to watching tv.
~
We open on Jayson Matthews as he stands next to a blank television.
“Truth is, I know I’m a loser.”
He sighs.
“I’ve been one my whole life.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“But I still feel like I have a chance Cruiserfest. I still feel like I can go the distance and go toe to toe against El Rey himself at the end. El Rey has been one hell of a champion despite his arrogance. But I think it’s time for a new champion and I think I got a shot at being the one! And I don’t care what anybody, especially no Snoozerweights, A.K.A anyone over two hundred pounds.”
“And it’s not for nothing ya know….you know Random McConalogue. She was undefeated in TAPOUT wrestling until the kid that I helped train, Close Collins, got to her. It’s a bit of a lame claim to fame I know, but you know it’s gotta be worth something to have some influence in that. It definitely makes me feel like I got a chance.”
“I think I got a chance because in SCCW, I go out there and wrestle every chance I get and even though I Don't win every match, I have still become one of the ones to watch every single week.”
“I think I got a chance because I actually uhh…”
He hesitated, gulped, and mustered up the bravery to continue.
“Because I actually knocked Zoran Sainovich clean out with a……”
Jayson leaned back and cupped his mouth with his hands.
“…BANANARAMMA!!!!”
He yelled it because that’s the only way you can say the name of the move.
“I got the footage right here to prove it! Watch me celebrate on his old unconscious body!”
Jayson nods his head as he begins to believe a little bit of his own hype.
“You know what, I think I got a chance because I AM THE MIGHTY SANDWICH!”
“A sandwich may seem small. May seem like something you can handle. But I promise you under these two pieces of white bread, is a magnitude of ingredients and toppings and dressings that will make that sandwich hearty, and savory, and fresh and delicious and if you aren’t careful…..this sandwich may just wind up being too big for your appetite. You can ask Death Trap about that one!”
He sighs.
“But more importantly than all of that. Despite all the hardships and setbacks, despite all those times that I scratched and clawed my way so far only to come up short in the end…..”
Jayson looked up at the camera, his eyes filled with tears.
“I think I got a chance to win it all in Cruiserfest, because I just can’t allow myself to believe in any other option.”
His voice trembled a bit, but he sucked up his emotion and glared into the camera.
“That’s why each and every one of you in this match is going to know what it’s like to go bananas. The sold out crowd for Night of Champions. The millions watching at home. They're all going to see me fight like I got one last chance! I'm going BANANAS all over their faces!
Fade.
Jayson immediately stops and slaps himself on the forehead.
“Dang it! Cut!”
~
We open inside his wrestling school. “The Dojo of the Sandwich”. Jayson Matthews is standing ringside watching his students run drills.
“Why am I relevant? Jeeze, coming at me with the rude questions already, okay fine I see how it is. Some people might know me from tearing it up in SCCW. Others might know me from back in the day when I was Steve Awesome’s brother in law. But either way, I’m so much more than that now, dude.”
Jayson watches two of his students sparring. He steps up on the apron and calls a pause to offer up some advice.
“I’m a wrestling coach. Check out my student Close Collins over in Tapout, Wrestling. I’ve been wrestling for along time. Ya know, there is a good chance that I wrestled your favorite wrestler at some point or another.
It’s late now. Jayson is closing up the front doors of the school and walked down to his beat up Saturn.
I’d like to consider myself a good wrestler. I got a job in SCCW so I guess I must be doing something right but I suppose I don’t have the best of luck when it matters the most.
Jayson loads up his gym and gear bag into the trunk of the car. Jayson opens the driver door of the dust bucket he calls his car, gets in, and as soon as he slams the door shut his back left tire pops and the bumper falls off.
“It’s just, for damn near twenty years I’ve never really felt like I won the big one.”
It’s even later now, Jayson is at a twenty four hour gas station filling up some cheap gas station coffee. The lady ringing up his drink was pretty. Jayson was still single and ready to mingle so he made his move.
“So you work at the gas station, eh?”
The girl blinked once and nodded.
“Yeah…”
Jayson nodded his head in approval.
“You uh….you like gas?”
Jayson said, failing miserably at attempting conversation. The girl shook her head awkwardly.
“No.”
Jayson nodded and burnt his lip on the coffee and dribbled some onto his shirt before he scrambled away.
“Sometimes it just feels like I’m the type of guy that is just doomed to slip through the cracks of the wrestling business. And in life….”
Jayson puts the key in the door of his small lonely apartment when suddenly he is startled by the sudden appearance of a large stern old lady.
“GAH SATAN!!”
Jayson finally realized it was his landlord.
“I mean, hello Mrs. McAllister, what a pleasant surprise.”
She didn’t buy the sweet act.
Landlord: Jayson we are raising your rent one hundred dollars.
“But you just raised it one hundred dollars last week.”
The landlord shrugged her broad shoulders.
Landlord: Well we’re raising it again. If you don’t like it, move out.”
Jayson sighed and shook his head. He knew he couldn’t afford to move. So he just accepted what he couldn’t change and went into his small run down apartment.
“But you know what? It all is what it is. Don’t sweat the small stuff and be thankful for what you do have. That’s what I always say. I’m proud to have done the things I have done, and I thank the good lord above everyday for my chance to give back to this business.”
“But still….even though the odds are typically against me, even though life has been conditioning me to feel like I shouldn’t…..
I don’t know…
We see Jayson in his beat up apartment, just staring at the stars in the night sky outside his window.
“I still feel like I got a chance….”
~
[/b]Fade into see Jayson Matthews at a makeshift desk going over tape of some of his opponents. His jaw drops at the pure athleticism that he’s seeing.[/b]
“Well that finisher looks brutal.”
He says and then speaks out loud what he writes in his notes.
“Don’t get hit by finisher.”
Jayson looks at his long list of obvious notes and nods.
“Man, I’m really getting a lot of good notes today.”
His grumpy tag team partner, Johnny Rotten sipped his beer and stewed in anger. For some reason, Jayson’s note taking was pissing him off. Finally he slammed his empty beer on the table and went off.
“Kid, do you really think you got a shot in all this? Are ya that much of a dumbass!?”
Jayson was surprised by the sudden outburst of his giant, ugly partner.
“Well I mean-“
Johnny slammed his hands onto Jayson’s desk.
“Come on kid, you know as well as I do that guys like you, guys like me, we ain’t supposed to make it to the top in this business. Being on top, being some kind of fancy champion ain’t ever in the cards for us. We’re just here because it’s all we got in life and we can’t give it up.”
Jayson just hung his head. He wanted to argue but he just didn’t know how. It’s not like Johnny was completely wrong.
“You should know better than to sign up for these tournaments when ya know your scrawny fat ass is just gonna get eliminated right in the beginning. Especially when all this solo bullshit is just gonna cut into our tag team shit and more importantly my payday.”
Jayson sighed. He dropped the pencil and cut off the tv.
“Yeah, you're probably right Johnny….”
Johnny nodded and cracked another beer.
“I know I’m right. Now cheer up, squirt. It better you hear the truth from me, instead of someone who is just trying to bring ya down…”
Johnny goes back to watching tv.
~
We open on Jayson Matthews as he stands next to a blank television.
“Truth is, I know I’m a loser.”
He sighs.
“I’ve been one my whole life.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“But I still feel like I have a chance Cruiserfest. I still feel like I can go the distance and go toe to toe against El Rey himself at the end. El Rey has been one hell of a champion despite his arrogance. But I think it’s time for a new champion and I think I got a shot at being the one! And I don’t care what anybody, especially no Snoozerweights, A.K.A anyone over two hundred pounds.”
“And it’s not for nothing ya know….you know Random McConalogue. She was undefeated in TAPOUT wrestling until the kid that I helped train, Close Collins, got to her. It’s a bit of a lame claim to fame I know, but you know it’s gotta be worth something to have some influence in that. It definitely makes me feel like I got a chance.”
“I think I got a chance because in SCCW, I go out there and wrestle every chance I get and even though I Don't win every match, I have still become one of the ones to watch every single week.”
“I think I got a chance because I actually uhh…”
He hesitated, gulped, and mustered up the bravery to continue.
“Because I actually knocked Zoran Sainovich clean out with a……”
Jayson leaned back and cupped his mouth with his hands.
“…BANANARAMMA!!!!”
He yelled it because that’s the only way you can say the name of the move.
“I got the footage right here to prove it! Watch me celebrate on his old unconscious body!”
Jayson nods his head as he begins to believe a little bit of his own hype.
“You know what, I think I got a chance because I AM THE MIGHTY SANDWICH!”
“A sandwich may seem small. May seem like something you can handle. But I promise you under these two pieces of white bread, is a magnitude of ingredients and toppings and dressings that will make that sandwich hearty, and savory, and fresh and delicious and if you aren’t careful…..this sandwich may just wind up being too big for your appetite. You can ask Death Trap about that one!”
He sighs.
“But more importantly than all of that. Despite all the hardships and setbacks, despite all those times that I scratched and clawed my way so far only to come up short in the end…..”
Jayson looked up at the camera, his eyes filled with tears.
“I think I got a chance to win it all in Cruiserfest, because I just can’t allow myself to believe in any other option.”
His voice trembled a bit, but he sucked up his emotion and glared into the camera.
“That’s why each and every one of you in this match is going to know what it’s like to go bananas. The sold out crowd for Night of Champions. The millions watching at home. They're all going to see me fight like I got one last chance! I'm going BANANAS all over their faces!
Fade.
