Post by JC Keeton on Mar 18, 2022 4:17:07 GMT
JC Keeton, dressed in gray sweats and a plain white t-shirt, sat on the couch in his living room. The TV on the wall in front of him was playing Jason Cashe's latest promo and JC just shakes his head and laughs before muttering to himself.
"This dude is delusional."
Suddenly the doorbell rings causing JC's daughter Lian who was sleeping on her play mat a few feet away to stir. As JC gets up to answer the door he stops and brushes his hand against her cheek causing her to smile.
"It's ok baby."
She rolls back over, scrunching her nose and falling back asleep within seconds. JC grins with pure joy before answering the door. Standing before him wearing a very low cut shirt and short skirt that leaves very little to the imagination is interim IWF Senior Producer Ali Quinn. She smiles.
"Hey! Can I come in?"
Before getting a response she just steps into the apartment anyway.
"Uh…I guess so."
Ali kneels down by Lian.
"Oh my JC, she's an absolute doll. Where's Dizzie?"
"She's taking a nap."
She stands up and adjusts her skirt.
"You mind if I sit down?"
He motions for her to take a seat on the couch and she does so, glancing up at the TV that's paused on Cashe's promo.
"Ugh, that guy is so gross."
"Yeah he is, what are you doing here Ali?"
"I just dropped Blayze off with your Dad and Kassie, they're going to keep her while I'm on the road with IWF. I figured since I was in the area I would stop and see you since we haven't spoken since…"
"Since you admitted to fucking Steve Awesome."
She glares at him.
"I didn't come here to fight about who's fucking who, I wanted to talk business."
JC puts his hand up accepting that he was in the wrong.
"I'm sorry that was uncalled for, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life with Dizzie and our little girl so who and what you do shouldn't matter. You want something to drink?"
He turns towards the kitchen.
"Sure. We'll talk in the kitchen, don't want to wake that precious baby."
"So what kind of business do you wanna discuss?"
She follows him into the kitchen and he opens the refrigerator but she pushes it closed and corners him against the wall. She runs her hands over his chest and leans towards him.
"I want you JC."
"What the hell are you doing? My girl's in the next room."
She grins as he awkwardly tries to move away but she begins rubbing his crotch.
"And I bet you wish she was me, but this isn't some terrible mid-2000s rock song and I'm no angel. In my new position with IWF I can make sure you get everything you want but I have wants too…"
JC grabs her wrist.
"Lemme make this crystal fucking clear. I'm happy. You're not going to ruin that. So you're gonna leave here with your wants unfulfilled and you can either leave on your own or you can leave missing some teeth."
"Are you threatening me?"
He chuckles.
"No, I'm not gonna hit an untrained woman but I can hold you right here and yell for Dizzie and tell her your little plan. Trust me when I say this.. Injured or not she'd beat your ass."
She jerks her hand free and stares daggers through.
"Fine, I'll leave but you just killed your career!"
"That's the same shit your Dad said two years ago and here I am about to win the Roulette and headline Night of the Immortals despite his threats or yours. Now get the fuck out."
She stomps towards the door causing Lian to cry. Before walking out the door she turns around and looks at Lian then to JC.
"Your baby is fucking ugly by the way!"
With that she leaves, slamming the door behind her and the scene fades.
I want to win the Roulette.
I want to headline Night of the Immortals.
I want to be IWF World Champion.
I want to be regarded as one of the best to ever step into the ring for this promotion.
But I refuse to compromise my morals to get there.
I'm sure you're probably thinking "What morals?". After some of the shit I've done that's understandable but to me there's a big difference between me taking a few minor shortcuts to win some matches and someone behind the scenes pulling strings so I have an advantage.
I'm sure because I declined Ali Quinn's highly tempting advances that I'll find myself as one of the early numbers drawn for the Roulette. You know what though? I've been fighting through adversity since I was six years old and they said I'd never live to hit puberty.
Fooled them didn't I?
And I'm about to fool 29 of the best wrestlers in the world from both IWF and outside who are overlooking me. If you're signed up for the Roulette and you don't consider me a threat go ask my best friend Ulf who the only person to pin him inside an IWF ring in 2021 was. He'd already beaten me once and no one gave me a chance of winning.
But I did.
Go ask Stephen Terrella. He wanted to kill me twice and both times I walked out victorious. The second of which his girl was forced to throw in the towel while I choked the life out of him with my arm wrapped in barbed wire. When I want something bad enough I won't stop til I get it
I want this.
"This dude is delusional."
Suddenly the doorbell rings causing JC's daughter Lian who was sleeping on her play mat a few feet away to stir. As JC gets up to answer the door he stops and brushes his hand against her cheek causing her to smile.
"It's ok baby."
She rolls back over, scrunching her nose and falling back asleep within seconds. JC grins with pure joy before answering the door. Standing before him wearing a very low cut shirt and short skirt that leaves very little to the imagination is interim IWF Senior Producer Ali Quinn. She smiles.
"Hey! Can I come in?"
Before getting a response she just steps into the apartment anyway.
"Uh…I guess so."
Ali kneels down by Lian.
"Oh my JC, she's an absolute doll. Where's Dizzie?"
"She's taking a nap."
She stands up and adjusts her skirt.
"You mind if I sit down?"
He motions for her to take a seat on the couch and she does so, glancing up at the TV that's paused on Cashe's promo.
"Ugh, that guy is so gross."
"Yeah he is, what are you doing here Ali?"
"I just dropped Blayze off with your Dad and Kassie, they're going to keep her while I'm on the road with IWF. I figured since I was in the area I would stop and see you since we haven't spoken since…"
"Since you admitted to fucking Steve Awesome."
She glares at him.
"I didn't come here to fight about who's fucking who, I wanted to talk business."
JC puts his hand up accepting that he was in the wrong.
"I'm sorry that was uncalled for, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life with Dizzie and our little girl so who and what you do shouldn't matter. You want something to drink?"
He turns towards the kitchen.
"Sure. We'll talk in the kitchen, don't want to wake that precious baby."
"So what kind of business do you wanna discuss?"
She follows him into the kitchen and he opens the refrigerator but she pushes it closed and corners him against the wall. She runs her hands over his chest and leans towards him.
"I want you JC."
"What the hell are you doing? My girl's in the next room."
She grins as he awkwardly tries to move away but she begins rubbing his crotch.
"And I bet you wish she was me, but this isn't some terrible mid-2000s rock song and I'm no angel. In my new position with IWF I can make sure you get everything you want but I have wants too…"
JC grabs her wrist.
"Lemme make this crystal fucking clear. I'm happy. You're not going to ruin that. So you're gonna leave here with your wants unfulfilled and you can either leave on your own or you can leave missing some teeth."
"Are you threatening me?"
He chuckles.
"No, I'm not gonna hit an untrained woman but I can hold you right here and yell for Dizzie and tell her your little plan. Trust me when I say this.. Injured or not she'd beat your ass."
She jerks her hand free and stares daggers through.
"Fine, I'll leave but you just killed your career!"
"That's the same shit your Dad said two years ago and here I am about to win the Roulette and headline Night of the Immortals despite his threats or yours. Now get the fuck out."
She stomps towards the door causing Lian to cry. Before walking out the door she turns around and looks at Lian then to JC.
"Your baby is fucking ugly by the way!"
With that she leaves, slamming the door behind her and the scene fades.
I want to win the Roulette.
I want to headline Night of the Immortals.
I want to be IWF World Champion.
I want to be regarded as one of the best to ever step into the ring for this promotion.
But I refuse to compromise my morals to get there.
I'm sure you're probably thinking "What morals?". After some of the shit I've done that's understandable but to me there's a big difference between me taking a few minor shortcuts to win some matches and someone behind the scenes pulling strings so I have an advantage.
I'm sure because I declined Ali Quinn's highly tempting advances that I'll find myself as one of the early numbers drawn for the Roulette. You know what though? I've been fighting through adversity since I was six years old and they said I'd never live to hit puberty.
Fooled them didn't I?
And I'm about to fool 29 of the best wrestlers in the world from both IWF and outside who are overlooking me. If you're signed up for the Roulette and you don't consider me a threat go ask my best friend Ulf who the only person to pin him inside an IWF ring in 2021 was. He'd already beaten me once and no one gave me a chance of winning.
But I did.
Go ask Stephen Terrella. He wanted to kill me twice and both times I walked out victorious. The second of which his girl was forced to throw in the towel while I choked the life out of him with my arm wrapped in barbed wire. When I want something bad enough I won't stop til I get it
I want this.
Well howdy there pardner.