Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:10:51 GMT -5
Karn residence, Star Island, Miami FL. Night
I quit smoking cigarettes a few years ago when Anna was born, she was born with a heart condition and couldn’t be around the 2nd hand smoke, even if it was on my clothing. And I needed a reason to quit anyways and she's as good as any, if not the best reason. But I still sneak one in here and there, usually when I'm on the road and I know I'm not going to be around her for a while. Right now the wifey is putting her to bed, and I'm standing on the far end of our property on my suicide patio that overlooks the ocean. It's a quite night, no clouds to be seen, I can see the stars I can normally see due to the light pollution from the city of Miami, but it's still quite a view. I'm lost in thought as I slowly take a small drag from my Newport, I love menthol, sue me.
"Those things will kill you, I should know."
A familiar voice creeps out from the darkness, I mutter to myself "not again" but slowly turn and see my old trainer, mentor, and father figure I never had growing up, the man who broke me into wrestling, an extreme wrestling legend, the man simply known as Price, he's also been dead for five years. He's sitting on the banner of our patio looking out to the ocean.
"This is quite a view my friend. I'm always amazed at how far you came, from the streets of Liberty City to here, you done good white boy."
"I definitely married up."
"And completely outta your class."
I shrug, I won’t deny it. I was a street rat, she was a princess. These stories are not supposed to have a happy ending, but I always seem to find a way to beat the odds.
"So what do I owe this pleasure?"
I take another light drag from my smoke, leaning on the railing with my elbows looking out to the ocean night next to my old mentor.
"Saw your match with my old dancing partner Spike, wanted to see how you were holding up."
"Been better."
"You've been worse also."
"True."
"You really thinking about retiring?"
I take another small drag off my port.
"Passed my mind for a second."
"And"
"Moment passed, I have unfinished business."
He sits in silence for a few moments.
"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. You going to demand a rematch with Spike?"
"No."
He raises an eyebrow.
"Listen, the Man of Steel championship, it was nice, I enjoyed my time as champion, and fighting with a legend like Spike, we'll that just prints money, but that was never my ambition, that was never my mission, that became a distraction from my true goal."
"The Imperial Championship."
"Damn right. I've been in championship matches before, but I have never...NEVER have I had a one on one title match. That's the goal, that's the finish line, then and only then will I decide what I'll do after that, win or lose, but I will have my title match."
"Against Cable?"
"Whoever has the title, I don't care who it is."
"That's my boy. That Cable kid tho, he's the real deal."
"Surrounds himself with cowards..."
"Whatever gets the job done I say."
He snatches the smoke from my mouth and puts it to his own lips as he jumps to his feet, now standing on the railing he turns to face the house.
"Welp...my time here is over, be seeing you kid, hopefully next time I'll be callin you champ."
I hear my wife’s voice coming from the bedroom.
"Honey, who are you talking to?"
I turn to face Price who is now taking a long hard drag from the Newport, and then dissolves into a cloud of smoke himself.
"...Ghosts of the past."
"Oooooo..Kay... well can you keep it down I just got Anna to sleep"
I pick up the butt of the cigarette that was left behind and toss it into my ashtray as I head back into my house, it's time to get to work.
Toledo Speedway, Toledo Ohio. Noon.
We open up with JFK standing in front of the track at the Toledo Speedway, it's a simple oval track noting fancy about it, but they do allow you to take your own supercar out around the track to open them up without having to worry about the police. We can see a brand new Porsche 918 Spyder and a McLaren P1 off to the side ready to hit the track. JFK is wearing a racers jumpsuit but only has it half on, the top half hanging down around his waist while he wears a black IWF t-shirt.
"The rumor of my demise has been greatly exaggerated. So before we start I'd like to invite "The Spotlight" as he insists we call him down, Chris Fenell to the camera to issue an apology. Come on Chris."
We can hear him off camera say "Aww man" and he slowly makes his way on camera, JFK wraps his arm around the young man’s shoulders in a light headlock.
"Tell the nice people you are sorry for lying to them."
"I'm sorry...."
"For?"
"For speaking out of turn."
"And why did you do so?"
"Because I was eavesdropping on a conversation that I shouldn’t have been."
"And what did you hear?"
"My your wife and my girlfriend, her sister, talking about the old man retiring..."
"And you assumed that old man was me?"
Chris's lowers his head in shame.
"...yes."
"But who were they really talking about?"
"Grandpa Kaos."
JFK let's him go and he walks off camera while JFK is grinning to himself.
"So, there you have it. JFK is not retiring, so all the IWF faithful can now sleep easy. I will admit however, that I did go under the knife this week, that was not a mistake on Chris's part, but the part he neglected to mention is it was a simple outpatient procedure to remove a bone spur from my ankle. Nothing a little tape and support can’t fix. Normally I wouldn’t tell people of such a weakness but this week, well this week I'm facing someone with a bit more morals and honor than most. But before I get to this week’s match I'd like to address the last match I was in.
Spike, congratulations son. You finally proved to me, and to the IWF fans that you can actually win a match, on your own, when you want to."
JFK starts to clap.
"You beat me Spike, fair and square, clean, right in the middle of that ring, you made me do what very few ever could; you made me tap. I'm not going to deny it, I can’t deny it. It is fact, it is truth, it's even been documented on video for the world to see. And unlike some people in this company, I'm not going to sit here and complain or bitch about it, you beat me. I can handle that with dignity because there is one simple fact in life, we are defined by the way we handle victory, and defeat. A lesson some of my right leaning friends in this country could learn. But I digress.
So where do I go from here? Do I demand another rematch with Spike? I mean sure, it'd been a ratings draw, and I'd love nothing more than to take the Man of Steel championship from Spike, but to be quite honest with you folks.
It's not enough for me.
It's not why I came back in the first place.
It's not why I am here in the IWF.
So for as much respect as I have for that title, for now. I'm done with it. If the powers to be feel the need to put me back in its scene, then fine I'll do my job, but I am not going to go out and actively seek it anymore.
It's time to focus back on the two main reasons I came back to this business, and the IWF specifically.
Making sure NCW's legacy lives on properly here in the IWF.
And The Imperial Championship.
Unfortunately, my championship ambitions will need to be put on hold for a bit as I concentrate on NCW's and legacy, and making sure the IWF continues to grow and prosper and not get run into the ground by a bunch of cowards on a power trip. Now granted, if I win this week and get put into the Extinction Event, where I will have a chance at well...any of the titles to be honest with you. But the titles in that match, to me at least, are secondary, the main goal of that match is to eliminate the Whores of Howlett once and for all."
We can hear Will off camera yell "House"
"I know what I said. But even there, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm not even in that match yet. This week I have a qualifying match right here in Toledo Ohio, Monday November 21st at the sold out Huntington Center against arguably one of the best technical wrestlers I have ever seen."
Once again we can hear Will off camera "Hey!" JFK shoots him a wink.
"Nighthawk, I know you have your own personal grudges with the HoH, and rightfully so. What they did to you was completely uncalled for, unsportsmanlike and just plain cowardly. And yes, I am partially at fault for that, for not coming to your aid when you needed it, I was too wrapped up in my own feud and ego that I lost track of what we in KIWA, and I as a man stand for.
That won’t happen again Hawk I can guarantee you that, if you ever need back up, if you ever need a partner, or someone just to watch your back, KIWA and I, we've got it.
BUT
But this week Hawk, you and I go to battle to qualify for the Extinction Event. A match I know we BOTH desperately want to be a part of for our own reasons, but only one of us will be able to go on and represent the IWF and its fans against the HoH and their partners. And as much as I respect your talents Hawk, as much as I respect your honor and dignity as a man, and as a person.
I will be the one walking out of Huntington Center with my hand raised in victory. I will be the one going on to the Extinction Event as the anchor of that team. No disrespect to you Nighthawk but at the end of the day, you have to get into the ring with a very focused, very determined JFK and yes, you maybe the better technical wrestler than I am, but I’m a man on a mission, who will do everything in his power to make sure that mission is a success. Long story short Hawk, there's a bullet with your name on it, sucked to be you."
He holds up two fingers in a gun type style, pulls the trigger with his thumb and winks at the same time.
"Now...if you'll excuse us, I saw these cars on The Grand Tour this week and I am itching to get behind the wheel. Who's up first with me?"
We hear Chris say "Me!" off camera but JFK shakes his head.
"No...come on Vic, you're a better driver then those two numbskulls anyways."
JFK pulls up the top half of his overalls as Victoria, who is ready to drive helmet and all, comes walking towards the cars, immediately heading for the McLaren P1.
~FIN~