Better than you. (JFK RP EOD R2)

[La Familia Price]

We open up just above water, almost as if the camera is flying (it is) over the water, it starts to raise and we can see fish swimming around, the waves crashing in, oh look at the size of that Stingray! We keep flying and eventually we hit the beach, palm trees all around, Cuban styled houses and shops along the coast, we continue on to a huge house right off the beach, the camera climbs to the patio of the house facing out towards the beach, an infinity pool along the edge, and a single man sitting pool side, the camera comes flying in around the man then stops in front of him, we can tell due to the clear 4k picture this is being recorded in that it is none other than The One, JFK. 

He sits in his lounge chair, with no shirt on and just a pair of swim trunks, catching some rays as we say in sunny South Florida, he pulls his sunglasses down just a bit and looks over the top of them.

"What? Did you expect me to be on the road or something making my way to Salem MA from Cali? Haha please. When you are The One, you have means of getting around that are not available to your normal talent, and that would be because, I am not your normal talent. 

After my match with D, and what a hell of a match that was, first and foremost D, good match, good show, and I for one, hope to see more of you down the road, this wasn't your time to win but I have no doubt that sometime in the future you'll be holding XHF Global Gold. But it wasn't good enough to get past me, but don't fret about it son, there are not many people who can get passed a focused JFK. Sleep well knowing you put up the best fight you could and that at the end of the night, the better man won."

He gives a light grin.

"And after I won, after I got past my first round match up in this years End Of Days tournament, I hopped on a heli, that took me to a small air strip, where I hopped onto my private Lear jet, went up to Seattle for a few days to visit my kid while she was on break from private school, and then headed back home, here, to paradise, some of you call it Miami.

Now, I get to sit here in my own home, with my own gym, work out and train for my next round match in the privacy and comfort of my own home, how many others in this tourney can say that? Not many. Because none of them are

The One."

He sits up a bit rubbing his hands.

"Momoko Honda. Darlin', honestly, I don't know you from Tom or Dick, I've never heard of you, and after this week I may well never hear of you again, my wife, my wife on the other hand, she's a fan, your not her favorite by any means, but she did inform me about you and what I am getting myself into with this match."

He looks down and away.

"I know you fight with pride, dignity, and honor."

He blinks, and opens his hazel eyes back up looking dead into the camera and says with all blunt honestly.

"I don't.

If I cant convince someone to give me what I want, I will lie, cheat, and steal to get it. I will do anything in my power to win this tournament Momoko Honda. Even if that means kicking your pretty little head square off your shoulders. And make no mistake about it, I have no issues fighting a girl, never had, hell I've had my ass handed to me by some of the best this company has ever seen, but you are no T-Bird, and I am no fresh rookie. 

I'm sure in your short active time you've already faced off against your own form of demons, vampires, and hell even a zombie, but those have all been the devils you know darlin'. The One, JFK, is the devil you don't.

Come Witching Hour, October 14th, 2018, live at the O'Keefe Sports Complex in Salem Massachusetts, you will learn first hand why they call me a legend, and why I claim to be the strongest, most vicious, most precise, striker this company, hell this business, has ever seen. Many people claim to have the best knees in the business, but they are all wrong, I have the most lethal knees in the business, and have had so for over the last decade.

But really its a simple fact of why I am going to walk out of Salem heading to the next round, to the semifinals and not you Momoko Honda. And it's not just because I have over 10 years of experience over you, its not because I am more cunning and sly than you and willing to do whatever it takes to win, no its for one simple reason and one simple reason only, mind you I've never said this about my self I always let people say it for me but this time around, for this tournament, for what it represent for me, and the legacy I am trying to leave I'll break my own rules. Simple matter of the fact is this Momoko Honda.

I am better than you."

JFK gives an ever so sly devilish grin.

"Come Witching Hour, you'll learn first hand just how hard I hit, and why, people tell you to fear the devil you don't. I wish you the best of luck Momoko Honda, I really hope you bring your A game so I don't get bored out there, but darlin', it truly does, suck to be you."

The camera stays on JFK as he gives his trademark devilish grin again, his shirtless body reflecting the sunlight (you almost done Mongo? Yeah? Close? Close?)

Cut.