Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:49:03 GMT -5
We open up on JFK's infuriating yet handsomely sly devilish grin. Cool calm and collected a man speaks.
Ryan Shane.
What?
Did you really think I didn't know your name boy?
Do you really take me to be that much of a fool?
A joker yes, but a fool? Boy, never.
He gives a wink.
I damn well know your name boy, I know who you are, and I know all about that belt you hold over your shoulder.
I know you've only defended that title twice, both times against the same man. I know that you haven’t held that title for any sort of time either, a paper champion is what they will know you as. A transitional champion.
You're mad, you are infuriated with me. You think I don't deserve this title shot because I was disrespectful.
Get used to it boy because I'm going to disrespect your ass all night come Jun 20th in <whatever arena we are at>.
But let’s be honest for a second here Ryan, it's not me who is disrespecting that title.
It's you.
You may be the champ, but the man that you beat...twice...is higher up on the card than your title defense Ryan.
Hell.
Adam Knite vs Teddy Steele gets a higher billing than you.
He looks shocked.
Really?
Adam Knite who hasn’t been relevant since he laid off the roids is getting higher billing that Ryan Shane the "Man of Steel champion"?
He makes the air quotes with his fingers
That's disrespectful Ryan.
Not me using words to get under your skin, that's strategy.
But you, and what you represent, and how you are dragging that title down to the pile of shit that you are?
That's the true disrespect.
To that title.
To the fans.
To the entire IWF.
You've been a...OK champion...good at best.
I'll be a GREAT one.
When I hold that title you can bet your ass it won’t be playing second fiddle to the SHIELDMAIDEN title. And it sure as shit won't be sitting on the card lower than a match with Teddy Steele in it.
Teddy Steele...
Fuck outta here with that shit.
Forbidden Planet, Shaftesbury Avenue, London. A single person camera (documentary style) is following JFK around as he heads into London's largest comic book and entertainment shop. The shop just opened and no one else is in the building so he has it all to himself.
"I don't wear my geekdom on my sleeve like a Trent Helms but I have always been a huge comic book geek. It all started when I was young. Just after my pops moved us down to South Florida and my uncle gave me a pile of them to keep me outta their hair."
JFK grins as he starts flipping through a long box.
"It was stack of Conan, Moonknight and some X-Men comics. I immediately was drawn in to the X-Men stuff, social outcasts on the run, nowhere feeling like home. I could relate. But as I grew older I became fonder of the villains. Not just any run of the mill bad guy's, not like Jigsaw or Rhino. No, more like Doctor Doom, Kingpin, Doc Ock, the more cerebral villains, the one's that actually won a fight here and there against the heroes."
He grins as he pulls a comic out of the box, Daredevil Vol 1 #134 "Two Against the Chameleon"
"But one of my all-time favorites is Dmitri Smerdyakov, otherwise known as Chameleon. Spider-Man's first, and in my opinion greatest, rouge. He, like myself had a troubled past with his own brother. He was also a survivor, a lot like myself. We've had to take ourselves from nothing and make something of our lives, survive and overcome all odds to become the men we are today. And also like Dmitri, I was a Chameleon. I had to learn to change and adapt to my settings and surroundings."
JFK takes the comic and continues to walk around the store checking out all the different action figures, pop funko figures and other junk
"When we were still a "happy" family I had to adapt to being a big brother, I had to pretend that I actually cared and loved my little brother even though he was tearing our family apart. Most know my history but here's the footnotes, mom was a mat rat, dad was a decent worker in the mid-west, dad thought Mikey, my piece of shit junky brother who is now laying in a ditch somewhere, wasn’t his, I hated the tension it was creating, I tried to kill Mikey, pops moved us away from mom and Mikey. Years of resentment and hate later I get my revenge on Mikey and now we are here.
It was during those years of resentment and hate, living in South Florida where I really learned how to be a Chameleon. When we first moved here we were living in a....what most of you would call a "urban" neighborhood. But let's be honest, it was poor and primarily black. I learned to adapt and survive. To the point where to this day I am one of the few "white boys" that can walk down the heart of Liberty City, Miami’s biggest ghetto, and not have a single person fuck with me.
I can walk the beaches of Miami and jump right into a drum circle with no one batting an eye.
I've rubbed elbows with the elite of the elite, the richest of the rich and not a one of them could tell I grew up poorer than dirt."
He grabs a Caption Marvel statue and hands it to a clerk to box up.
"Blend in, act like you belong there, and soon enough it will become true. This is what I have done my whole life, this is who I am. I'm a survivor. And come this Monday in that Man of Steel match that is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to adapt and overcome, I will survive, and I will walk out as the NEW IWF Man Of Steel champion."
He hands the clerk a credit card and a business card.
"Have these shipped to this address. Thank you."
Don't get me wrong Ryan, I may not think of you as a good champion, but I cannot, I will not deny you of your talent in that ring.
You may be the one of the best technical wrestlers we have in the IWF today. Hands down.
And even with us not headlining the show, we very damn well could steal it.
But this isn’t going to be a wrestling match Ryan, this isn’t even going to be a fight, it's going to be a war.
I’ve actually seen war Ryan, I've seen the front lines of war up close and personal, and not only did I survive it, I thrived in it. I relished in it, I loved the carnage and mayhem it brought, I loved the rush of adrenalin when putting my life on the line.
This Monday will be no different.
And while yes, we could very well steal the show, hell son we could very well have the match of the year, even the best Man of Steel match EVER but know this son, it's going to end in one way and one way only.
First, I'm going to put the Final Nail into the coffin that is known as your championship reign.
But worry not, because I plan on putting you to sleep right after so you don't have to witness me, standing over your broken limp body, hand raised high, as your NEW, IWF Man of Steel Champion.
James. Franklin. Karn.
Ryan Shane....
What kind of name is that anyways?
Never trust a man with two first names.
The Projo aka The Progress Dojo home of Progress Wrestling school, just minutes from Central London.
We open up in the musty gym where we see only three people inside, JFK is currently working out in the ring with a man who looks a lot like Austin Ares (Will) and a slightly younger man outside the ring with a stop watch who looks like Johnny Gargano (Chris). nCw and XHF fans, and fans of the current Mexican and Japanese tag team divisions will recognize the men as the tag team The Redneck Renegades. They also happen to be JFK's cousins.
JFK and Will are working in the ring going over technical moves and their counters, when Chris who is standing on the outside clicks the stopwatch.
"Time. Give it a rest boy's good work."
Both men come over to the ring apron, Will slides down and under sitting on the edge resting his back on the ropes, JFK leans on the corner sweat dripping down onto the padded turnbuckle.
"Dawg, you sure you should be pushin' yourself dis hard before ya big match mang?"
"You're the best technical wrestler I know Will, this is the BEST training I can have to get ready for Ryan Shane."
"Fuckin two first name havin ass bitch...."
"Ight mang, whatevah you say you da boss."
"Speaking of, have you guys changed your mind yet on my proposal?"
"We've been thinkin about it cuz but it still stands, no tag straps, no Renegades. As much as we'd love to get back to the states in a big way, the IWF just don't have notin for us."
"Unless you can get me some alone time with dat Crystal Millar....yum."
"No can do Will, hell I haven’t even talked to Zelda since I've been back, got no ties to them Diamond's sorry."
"Eh, is what it is."
"Well y'all know how to get a hold of Riley Gordon if you change your mind right?"
"Please, she's been hittin up my line at least once a week, she wants the hottest tag team on the planet but till dey give us a reason, we ain't signing shit."
"What bout ya brother..."
"NO!!!"
If looks could kill the one JFK is giving Will right now would kill all of the populace of China.
"Dawg shit let me finish, fuck MGK I wasn’t talking about that junkie trash, your brother in law mang, Kole. What bout bringin him in?"
JFK goes back to a more rested look.
"I tried reaching out to him but he's still up in the mountains somewhere trying to become enlightened or some shit. Christina said he's become a full blown monk, shaved head and everything."
All three laugh
"Kole the Monk, that I gotta see."
"Can't be pretty, at least with hair he could kinda hide his ugly mug but now if he be bald? Shiiiit dat man's gotta be UGLY"
"You’re one to talk you pit-bull lookin ass"
"Child please, I'm fresh to death aint no shame in my game."
"You wouldn’t know shame if it slapped you across the face."
"And it has."
JFK claps his hands.
"Enough bullshitin around, rest time is over let’s get back to work."
"Word."
Will slides back into the ring as JFK heads to the other side and they continue with their workout.
There's one other thing, one other reason why I am going to go out there and try to utterly dismantle you Ryan, and it's no fault of your own, nothing you did or can change. It's the sunken eyes, the anemic jawline, and the dark greasy hair.
But you remind me of him Ryan, you look a lot like my washed up, junkie brother Mikey, otherwise known as MGK.
And if you haven’t caught on yet. I don't like my brother.
At all.
It’s a hate that has been going back since he was born, since he tore our family apart. I tried to kill him as a baby, and then I buried him alive in the XHF, granted after that we mended fences for a while, hell we even restarted Overdrive with AJ for a bit, but then when it came time to be a part of a family, to be there for the birth of his niece, my daughter, he picked ODing in some flophouse in Michigan over being with his family.
And we all know nothing good has ever came out of, or happened in Michigan.
He died to me that night Ryan, and this Monday, I get to take that rage out on your face. I get to unleash the devil you don’t know upon the IWF through you Ryan, you get to be my muse for my greatest work to date.
I'm going to bash that smug look you have on your face all the time into the cage over and over again, I'm going to inflict as much pain and punishment I legally can before I finish you off. I'm going to hurt you in ways you've never been hurt before boy.
Sucks to be you.