Post by JC Keeton on Aug 27, 2021 20:15:32 GMT
We open to JC walking through the backstage area moments after the August 20th edition of Sacrifice has gone off the air. He still in his ring gear and is holding his elbow pads in his hands before he's stopped on the way to the locker room by his old family friend Dave, the head of IWFs ring crew.
Dave: Hey JC, tough one out there. Don't tell the boss but all us guys on the ring crew were pulling for you.
JC tries to force a smile.
JC Keeton: Thanks Dave, means a lot. I know there was a lot of people rooting for me. I'm sorry I let y'all down.
Dave: Whoa, if anyone feels let down by what you did out there then they're not a real fan. You were really damned impressive. Listen buddy, I know it's probably a touchy subject but he and the boys were just wondering how your old man is doing?
JC's eyes drop to the floor before he looks back up at Dave.
JC Keeton: Not good. Still on life support, but he's hanging on.
Dave: Man I'm so sorry. We all though… think a lot of your Dad. I'll let you go get cleaned up. Keep us updated on how he's doing.
JC Keeton: Thanks Dave, I will.
They go their separate ways and JC enters the empty locker room and slings his elbow pads. He sits on a bench, exhausted and disappointed. He reaches under the bench where his gear bag is and pulls out an envelope. He opens it and begins to read as the camera zooms in on the letter.
The camera pulls back as tears stream down JC's face and he stuffs the letter back in his gear bag. The scene fades.
Impressive.
Breathtaking.
Starmaking.
Tons of words have been used to describe my performance against Roberto Verona in the Heir to the Throne finals but the one word that I wanted to hear more than anything I didn't get to hear.
Victorious.
Now I'm faced with defending a title that means so much to me but because of my focus on the HTTT I've neglected to even mention the last several weeks. I should have just pulled out of the HTTT and focused on the IWF World Television Championship but I got greedy.
I should be excited about stepping into the ring with Pax Stormcrow for the second time in a little over two weeks, but I'm not. I'm not excited about much at all right now to be honest. I know that's not the right attitude to have but I've never wanted anything as bad as I wanted beat Verona and to come so close so many times only to lose in the end just took all the wind out of my sails.
I apologize for not coming at you with the same enthusiasm I had for our first meeting a few weeks ago Pax. You deserve better but between the most disappointing loss of my career and the near certainty that my Dad isn't gonna come out of this medically induced coma I just ain't got much left.
I'm not saying I'm just gonna come in expecting to lose cause my brain ain't wired that way. I always feel like I have a chance so I'm gonna fight you with what little I do have left. If I don't beat you this time though I think we're destined to fight for years to come, so I'll see ya around.
Dave: Hey JC, tough one out there. Don't tell the boss but all us guys on the ring crew were pulling for you.
JC tries to force a smile.
JC Keeton: Thanks Dave, means a lot. I know there was a lot of people rooting for me. I'm sorry I let y'all down.
Dave: Whoa, if anyone feels let down by what you did out there then they're not a real fan. You were really damned impressive. Listen buddy, I know it's probably a touchy subject but he and the boys were just wondering how your old man is doing?
JC's eyes drop to the floor before he looks back up at Dave.
JC Keeton: Not good. Still on life support, but he's hanging on.
Dave: Man I'm so sorry. We all though… think a lot of your Dad. I'll let you go get cleaned up. Keep us updated on how he's doing.
JC Keeton: Thanks Dave, I will.
They go their separate ways and JC enters the empty locker room and slings his elbow pads. He sits on a bench, exhausted and disappointed. He reaches under the bench where his gear bag is and pulls out an envelope. He opens it and begins to read as the camera zooms in on the letter.
The camera pulls back as tears stream down JC's face and he stuffs the letter back in his gear bag. The scene fades.
Impressive.
Breathtaking.
Starmaking.
Tons of words have been used to describe my performance against Roberto Verona in the Heir to the Throne finals but the one word that I wanted to hear more than anything I didn't get to hear.
Victorious.
Now I'm faced with defending a title that means so much to me but because of my focus on the HTTT I've neglected to even mention the last several weeks. I should have just pulled out of the HTTT and focused on the IWF World Television Championship but I got greedy.
I should be excited about stepping into the ring with Pax Stormcrow for the second time in a little over two weeks, but I'm not. I'm not excited about much at all right now to be honest. I know that's not the right attitude to have but I've never wanted anything as bad as I wanted beat Verona and to come so close so many times only to lose in the end just took all the wind out of my sails.
I apologize for not coming at you with the same enthusiasm I had for our first meeting a few weeks ago Pax. You deserve better but between the most disappointing loss of my career and the near certainty that my Dad isn't gonna come out of this medically induced coma I just ain't got much left.
I'm not saying I'm just gonna come in expecting to lose cause my brain ain't wired that way. I always feel like I have a chance so I'm gonna fight you with what little I do have left. If I don't beat you this time though I think we're destined to fight for years to come, so I'll see ya around.