Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:15:38 GMT -5
Presque Isle Lighthouse, Presque Isle State Park, Erie PA.
"Was last week fun or what people? Man it felt so good to be back out there in front the IWF faithful, dropping Spike on his empty head, and hearing the roar of the crowd as I did so. Most importantly it felt good to finally be cleared to be able to even get my foot threw the curtain to do that all in front of y'all."
JFK chuckles and shakes his head slightly, the wind picking up a bit blowing his long dirty blond hair back off his face.
"It wasn’t by choice that I took as much time off as I did, see we were fighting a political battle behind the scenes trying to get me cleared to compete. A real Chris Bosh type situation. My doctors, and other independent doctors, cleared me, but IWF's medical staff would not. Something about it "It hasn’t been enough time to heal" and other bullshit they were most likely paid off to say."
JFK grins directly into the camera.
"And even though I cannot prove it, I'm sure as shit Laura and her house of bitch boy's had something to do with it. But the surprise is on them, and the rest of the IWF gets to benefit.
See, Laura, you have deep pockets, but mine? Mine are what you would call a bag of holding, there is no end on how deep my pockets go, and with the power of KIWA, and Roberto's blessing, we fired the old medical staff and brought in a new more competent, and completely cutting edge medical staff to replace them. The difference of pay between the old crew and the new will be covered by KIWA. And this isn’t just for members, this is for all of the IWF roster.
Even you Rob, they have some cutting edge healing methods for concussions, you really should swallow your pride and give them a shout. That's me looking out for you as a man, as another member of the IWF roster however, if you get involved in my match this week, not even the best technology in the world will be able to heal you, that's not a threat, that’s a promise."
JFK chuckles again and rubs his hands together.
"Speaking of my match this week, looks like it should be a fun one. Dre Cutler teaming up with the IWF Imperial Champion Cable Arcane, VS Bob Pooler and me JFK, with all of HoH at ringside. Fun times. On paper this match looks like it's going to be a complete clusterfuck. And it just very well might be, but what I see is four men who are very, VERY hungry to prove themselves. To prove that they are where they belong, or that they belong where they think they should be."
He holds up one finger before continuing on.
"First and foremost let me address my partner in this match one Mr. Pooler. Bob, I think we got off on the wrong foot and have completely misunderstood each other."
He pats himself on the chest with an open hand.
"That's on me. That's my bad. See, I've been trying so hard to out Spike Spike that I kinda lost myself in the process. Lost track of what our goal in KIWA is, and what my goals personally.
This goes to you also HoH so listen up closely.
We here at KIWA. We ain’t trying to "take over" or "rule" the IWF, that's not what we are about. We want to make the IWF BETTER. Better for the boys, better for the Diamonds, and most importantly better for the FANS.
And we've been doing that, step by step day by day we've been making the IWF better for everyone involved.
So I say to you again Bob, an invite to KIWA is still open, this time with no dues to be paid, I don't want you to throw a match for me or take a dive, that was my bad for even asking that of a man of your character.
Know this Bob, we might have to face each other in a few weeks for the IWF Man of Steel championship, and if we do, cool. We'll blow the fucking roof off the joint. But this week, no matter what happens, I got your back, KIWA has your back. If HoH starts any shenanigans, we'll finish it. Deal?"
He snaps his fingers at the camera and nods.
"Good. And Dre, same thing goes to you kid. You need people to watch your back, and I offer you the same thing, if this match goes sideways and Cable decides to try and take a cheap shot at you, we gotchu, we gotcha back no questions asked, and if you want to join us down the road, the door is always open. As is the buffet we have, we added that spice you like to the chicken wings by the way, so come early because Will tears threw them.
But as far as the match goes, I expect nothing but your best Dre. No pulled punches, no worrying about what the clowns at ringside are going to do, just two dudes trying to get the belts they think they deserve going at it full bore. Not for KIWA not for HoH, but for the IWF fans. Let's tear the house down Dre. Whatcha say? Sound good? Sounds good to me.”
He pauses and runs his hand down his face stroking his beard that is growing in.
"And then we have the head bitch boy himself. Cable Arcane. Ya know Cable, after I ran Addyson Starr outta here I thought I was done with bitches that have daddy issues. But seeing you talk this week, showed me that I am not.
What a delusional little prick you are. You think you know me Cable but you don't know shit. I hate to toot my own horn, I'm not like you and Spike where I have to keep saying I'm the best in the world until I believe it. I know I am one of the best, my track record proves it. I've made waves EVERYWHERE I've been, and sure, I haven’t been a world champion, but that's mostly because I haven’t NEEDED the title.
See, there are two types of people in this business Cable, those who make the titles they wear, and those who the titles make. I'm the former, you and Spike are the later. You NEED that vindication, you NEED other people to praise you, you NEED for people to respect you. But not me Cable. I can walk away all of this tomorrow and not feel empty at all. I do this because I can, because I am GREAT at it, I do this for the fans, I do this because I LOVE it and them.
So you think that I'm bitching because I lost?
HAHAHAHA"
He slaps his knee as he laughts
"Son, I aint mad I lost, Dre knocked me silly fair and square I even done said that, naw what I'm not happy about is the way you and Spike have WON your titles, yet claim to be"
He mocks their accents
"Da best in da world!"
He chuckles again.
"Bitch please, Laura should be wearing both those belts because without her, neither one of you are shit.
And yeah, I demanded my rematch, it's part of my contract, just like you'll be demanding your rematch when Dre whoops your ass and takes your Imperial title away from you, will that make you and entitled asshole also? No, because when you little bitch boys do it its protocol, but when others do the same damn thing that is in their contract, they want “handouts”.
Your whole title reign as been a handout Cable."
He shakes his head no and gives that devilish grin of his to the camera.
"You really want to prove you are the man Cable? Leave the rest of Laura's cucks in the locker room. Tell Rob and Spike to take the night off and go get some drinks, face us alone. KIWA won’t get involved unless HoH does, you have my word on that. But I know you won’t. You need that crutch, because if you do come out there by yourself I will expose you for the fraud that you are, and at the end of the night you will finally realize.
That it sucks to be you."
He holds up a finger gun pointed right at the camera, his thumb moves downwards as he whispers. "Bang", goes to black.