Post by La Familia Price on Jan 28, 2018 21:50:53 GMT -5
I'm lounging on my large sectional couch with my beautiful wife Christina Karn-Kaos (who happens to look a LOT like Alison Valance but prettier) as we watch the end of Night Of The Immortals 3 at Soldier Field. I shake my head as the final bell goes off, my wife responds to the match, and pretty much the whole event.
"What the hell was that!?" I just shake my head. "Is he for real? This is how you end the biggest event of the year? What a crock of shit!" I nod my head in agreement. "And how were you not on this card?"
She turns to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek "I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you were working for someone who is so clearly on drugs." I shrug.
Am I annoyed that I'm not on the biggest show of the year? Damn right I am, but that's the way things are, they would rather give time to people who are clearly not fully invested in the company over a man who equals ratings, a man who has given them a huge boost the past few weeks by just being present on the card. My name brings eyes to the company that were never there before, but yet here I sit, watching.
Never again.
"Well at least we got this nice long week together before you head off for the European tour and I head over to Japan for business." She gives me a light kiss on the lips then flashes me a devilish grin, she learned that from me. "I'm going to go slip into that little black outfit you like so much." she winks and slides off me walking towards the bed room. "Did you ever make that call?" "Not yet, I'm going to make it later tonight."
Just not to the person you want me to call.
You might be living your dream Johnny, but come this Monday June 6th at the MEN Arena in Manchester, UK that dream becomes a nightmare.
I really don't know who you pissed off in the booking committee but you might want to smooth it out with them before your career becomes very very short. Last time you were in the ring it was with Spike Kane, this week it's with me, JFK, who's next for you? Angel? Roberto? I'm happy for you to get to live out your dream Johnny boy, I just pray you survive it.
I'm a man who, yes I've come from nothing. My dad moved us to Florida as I was a young boy with nothing to our name, and we had nothing until I left his house on my 18th birthday and never looked back. From there I've done nothing but fight, scrap, and claw my way to the top. To the top of this business, to the top of the business world, to the top of the entertainment business. I've gone from rags to riches, from selling magazines to being on the cover of them, and now, well now I am a man who enjoys the finer things in life. I'm a man who expects only the best from myself.
This week I plan on giving the IWF the best version of JFK they have yet to see. This week I make sure I am NEVER overlooked for a big show again, this week I put the entire roster on notice.
None of you are safe.
I will hurt, I will break, I will ruin ANYONE who gets in my way.
And that starts with you Johnny boy.
When I first came to the IWF I made it very, very clear as to what my goals were. Imperial Championship or bust. I even had a plan, see...winning titles, it's all about timing, and I thought my timing was going just as scheduled, then Roberto happened.
I should have seen it coming.
Roberto is a smart and savvy man. But honestly, I never thought he was going to walk out of Night of Immortals as the champion. I thought it would be Ace, or even Mike, and then, then it would be the right time to strike, but then Roberto goes and shows just how much of a coward he truly is. A smart, clever and cunning coward, but a coward none the less. And now the whole Championship picture is a mess, and the timing is wrong.
So it's time to refocus my attention on something else.
I like the finer things in life Johnny, and to get the best of the best you have to have gold around your waist.
I feel naked without a belt.
I feel hallow.
Empty.
I don't like feeling like that.
So I'm going to change it.
I'm looking at you "Man of Steel" Paul Shane. Keep that belt nice and shiny for me, as it's only a matter of time before I get you in my cross-hairs, and take it from you.
But that's down the road, and this week I get to start clean. After that embarrassing loss I felt 2 weeks ago I've been at home recharging my mind and body, working even harder to be the best JFK I can be.
I've said it before and I'll say it again boy's, I am in the best shape of my life, I have never, EVER felt better, even when I first came into this business I have NEVER felt as prepared, as ready as I do now. And I've done some amazing things in the past, just imagine what I am capable of doing now.
You won’t have to imagine for long, I start showing y'all this week.
Johnny boy, I understand you want to think big, dream big but boy, you've bitten off more than you can chew. You have to get into the ring this week with an American Monster who, will use your disadvantages against you. My left hook, my left kick to the temple, you will never see coming, not because I am that much faster than you, but because I WILL exploit the fact that you cannot see out of your right eye.
I might not be the biggest dude in the company, but you are going to feel like you are in the ring with a giant this week Johnny.
But this won’t be no David vs Goliath type of story, not for you. Not this time. This time Goliath squashes David, this time I take that surf board of yours and break it over your back, this time I kick you in the head so hard you thing you're back in the indies getting coffee for the vets. This week I put the final nail in your short short career.
This week, I'm going to drop you on your head so hard that your right eye will start working again.
Sucks to be you.
Standing out on my balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, the cool night breeze blows over me as I stand in just basketball shorts. I take a few puffs of my Cuban Cigar, man I am so glad we can get these so much easier now the embargo is over. I was able to get them before but now it's so much less of a hassle. I pull my phone out of my pocket and make a call.
"What's up guys?"
"Yo cuz what's up....What it do dawg."
"Y'all think about that?"
"Yeah mang, we even got the paper work from Riley Gordon but..."
"I don't like buts not attached to my wife."
"Dawg, they ain't got no tag straps mang!"
"Listen cuz, we love you like a brother, you know dat, but truth be told, we can't be going to no company without no tag straps mang. We'd love to come over and watch your back but."
"Dey aint got not tag straps what the fuck is that shit!?"
I sigh, I fully understand where they are coming from. These boy's Will and Chris are tearing it up around the world, Mexico, Japan, the UK where ever they go they win, Price would be very proud of them, two of his best students he ever had. After me that is.
"I understand."
"Dawg, dey get dem straps, we be there in a heartbeat ya heard?"
"I hear ya, aight, well thanks for getting back to me, oh hey, we are going to be touring the UK starting next week yall still over there?"
"For a few more weeks den we head back over to Mexico"
"Ight we'll try to get together for a pint before yall head out."
"Rather go to one of dem tea houses in Amsterdam ya dig?”
"Deal, 'aight talk to yall later."
"Later cuz....Peace bruh!"
I toss my phone onto the beach chair in frustration, I see in the corner of my eye another phone, the flip phone my wife gave me to call someone to watch my back. I shake my head and put out my cigar. I mumble to myself.
"No. Never him."
"What the hell was that!?" I just shake my head. "Is he for real? This is how you end the biggest event of the year? What a crock of shit!" I nod my head in agreement. "And how were you not on this card?"
She turns to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek "I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you were working for someone who is so clearly on drugs." I shrug.
Am I annoyed that I'm not on the biggest show of the year? Damn right I am, but that's the way things are, they would rather give time to people who are clearly not fully invested in the company over a man who equals ratings, a man who has given them a huge boost the past few weeks by just being present on the card. My name brings eyes to the company that were never there before, but yet here I sit, watching.
Never again.
"Well at least we got this nice long week together before you head off for the European tour and I head over to Japan for business." She gives me a light kiss on the lips then flashes me a devilish grin, she learned that from me. "I'm going to go slip into that little black outfit you like so much." she winks and slides off me walking towards the bed room. "Did you ever make that call?" "Not yet, I'm going to make it later tonight."
Just not to the person you want me to call.
You might be living your dream Johnny, but come this Monday June 6th at the MEN Arena in Manchester, UK that dream becomes a nightmare.
I really don't know who you pissed off in the booking committee but you might want to smooth it out with them before your career becomes very very short. Last time you were in the ring it was with Spike Kane, this week it's with me, JFK, who's next for you? Angel? Roberto? I'm happy for you to get to live out your dream Johnny boy, I just pray you survive it.
I'm a man who, yes I've come from nothing. My dad moved us to Florida as I was a young boy with nothing to our name, and we had nothing until I left his house on my 18th birthday and never looked back. From there I've done nothing but fight, scrap, and claw my way to the top. To the top of this business, to the top of the business world, to the top of the entertainment business. I've gone from rags to riches, from selling magazines to being on the cover of them, and now, well now I am a man who enjoys the finer things in life. I'm a man who expects only the best from myself.
This week I plan on giving the IWF the best version of JFK they have yet to see. This week I make sure I am NEVER overlooked for a big show again, this week I put the entire roster on notice.
None of you are safe.
I will hurt, I will break, I will ruin ANYONE who gets in my way.
And that starts with you Johnny boy.
When I first came to the IWF I made it very, very clear as to what my goals were. Imperial Championship or bust. I even had a plan, see...winning titles, it's all about timing, and I thought my timing was going just as scheduled, then Roberto happened.
I should have seen it coming.
Roberto is a smart and savvy man. But honestly, I never thought he was going to walk out of Night of Immortals as the champion. I thought it would be Ace, or even Mike, and then, then it would be the right time to strike, but then Roberto goes and shows just how much of a coward he truly is. A smart, clever and cunning coward, but a coward none the less. And now the whole Championship picture is a mess, and the timing is wrong.
So it's time to refocus my attention on something else.
I like the finer things in life Johnny, and to get the best of the best you have to have gold around your waist.
I feel naked without a belt.
I feel hallow.
Empty.
I don't like feeling like that.
So I'm going to change it.
I'm looking at you "Man of Steel" Paul Shane. Keep that belt nice and shiny for me, as it's only a matter of time before I get you in my cross-hairs, and take it from you.
But that's down the road, and this week I get to start clean. After that embarrassing loss I felt 2 weeks ago I've been at home recharging my mind and body, working even harder to be the best JFK I can be.
I've said it before and I'll say it again boy's, I am in the best shape of my life, I have never, EVER felt better, even when I first came into this business I have NEVER felt as prepared, as ready as I do now. And I've done some amazing things in the past, just imagine what I am capable of doing now.
You won’t have to imagine for long, I start showing y'all this week.
Johnny boy, I understand you want to think big, dream big but boy, you've bitten off more than you can chew. You have to get into the ring this week with an American Monster who, will use your disadvantages against you. My left hook, my left kick to the temple, you will never see coming, not because I am that much faster than you, but because I WILL exploit the fact that you cannot see out of your right eye.
I might not be the biggest dude in the company, but you are going to feel like you are in the ring with a giant this week Johnny.
But this won’t be no David vs Goliath type of story, not for you. Not this time. This time Goliath squashes David, this time I take that surf board of yours and break it over your back, this time I kick you in the head so hard you thing you're back in the indies getting coffee for the vets. This week I put the final nail in your short short career.
This week, I'm going to drop you on your head so hard that your right eye will start working again.
Sucks to be you.
Standing out on my balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, the cool night breeze blows over me as I stand in just basketball shorts. I take a few puffs of my Cuban Cigar, man I am so glad we can get these so much easier now the embargo is over. I was able to get them before but now it's so much less of a hassle. I pull my phone out of my pocket and make a call.
"What's up guys?"
"Yo cuz what's up....What it do dawg."
"Y'all think about that?"
"Yeah mang, we even got the paper work from Riley Gordon but..."
"I don't like buts not attached to my wife."
"Dawg, they ain't got no tag straps mang!"
"Listen cuz, we love you like a brother, you know dat, but truth be told, we can't be going to no company without no tag straps mang. We'd love to come over and watch your back but."
"Dey aint got not tag straps what the fuck is that shit!?"
I sigh, I fully understand where they are coming from. These boy's Will and Chris are tearing it up around the world, Mexico, Japan, the UK where ever they go they win, Price would be very proud of them, two of his best students he ever had. After me that is.
"I understand."
"Dawg, dey get dem straps, we be there in a heartbeat ya heard?"
"I hear ya, aight, well thanks for getting back to me, oh hey, we are going to be touring the UK starting next week yall still over there?"
"For a few more weeks den we head back over to Mexico"
"Ight we'll try to get together for a pint before yall head out."
"Rather go to one of dem tea houses in Amsterdam ya dig?”
"Deal, 'aight talk to yall later."
"Later cuz....Peace bruh!"
I toss my phone onto the beach chair in frustration, I see in the corner of my eye another phone, the flip phone my wife gave me to call someone to watch my back. I shake my head and put out my cigar. I mumble to myself.
"No. Never him."