Post by Jake Keeton on Jun 2, 2013 17:49:16 GMT
Last week I told the IWF and the world who I was and on Monday night I showed them. I made a statement inside that cage and established myself as the one to beat in the Cruiserweight Division. When ever anyone has talked about IWF since the first Sacrifice aired the name that gets mentioned the most is mine. If you wanna make a quick buck bet on me wearing gold around here just as soon the opportunity presents itself.
Now, before we move on to my opponents for this week I can’t help but recognize the efforts of one of my opponents last week. Mike Machado you are the ultimate underdog and you came within inches of pulling off the upset of the night. You surprised me Mike and you made a fan out of me also. I really wish you were facing someone else this week cause I wanna root for you but I just can’t do that against a guy I trained. I almost feel sorry for you after getting me week 1 and Ryan Shane week 2. I know Ryan better than just about anyone, and yeah he’s a pompous ass but he can go inside the ring. He’s angry all the time but seems even angrier lately and that’s a very bad thing for you, better luck next week Mikey.
For the second episode of Sacrifice I’m once again placed against multiple opponents. I could bitch and moan about the fact that I could lose without being pinned but it’s not like this is my first time in a Triple Threat match, I know how they work. Honestly it makes no difference how few or how many people I’m in the ring with, I’m the best wrestler alive. I’m going to the ring on Monday night at the Allstate Arena and I’m going to beat the hell out of a former nCw World Champion and 50 year old man.
I’ll start with the previously mention 50 year old, Duke Winchester. At 36 years old I’m far from a spring chicken in the wrestling business. However, I truly feel like I’ve just hit my prime in the last few years. You take the cake though Duke. I’m sure you’ve faced people in the past and will face people in the future who’ll insult your age and use that as the focal point for their attacks on you but I think you should be commended for doing what you do. I won’t be wrestling when I’m your age because I know when to stop, but that doesn’t mean you should, if you feel like you can still go no one but you should tell you to stop. You sir are an inspiration to 50 year olds everywhere and I’m being serious when I say that. That however, won’t keep me from dropping you on your head the same as I would a man half your age. I won’t discriminate just because you’ve lived longer than I have , if you sign a contract to wrestle you’re fair game.
Then there’s Andrew Jacobsen, poor delusional former nCw World Champion Andrew Jacobsen. I’m no interviewer Andy, I’m not the least bit intimidated by you or the childish threats of you and your agent. It might not have seemed like it last week but I can give credit when it’s due, the thing is last week none of my opponents deserved any credit what so ever. You on the other hand do Andrew; you were the World Champion of one of the greatest promotions in the history of this business and you did it within the first three years of your career. That’s a hell of an accomplishment and certainly something to be proud of and takes skill well beyond that of anyone I was in the ring with last week, but this is the point where the praise stops and the verbal dismantling begins.
I’m better than you Andrew, I’m better than you in every sense of the word and I can tell you that without uttering the first cuss word. I apologize if my language offends your virgin ears or anyone elses for that matter. It’s just how I talk, I been called a redneck a time or two and I’m not ashamed of it and I’m too old to change it now. The words I use to tell you how I’m going to plant the point of my elbow against your temple and put you sound asleep won’t change the fact that it’s gonna happen. I’m seizing this opportunity at a clean slate just like you stated Jacobsen, the thing is you must have missed that there was indeed a show last week and you lost which means your slate is no longer clean and this week that 0-1 record of yours turns into 0-2.
Andrew, and Duke, you’ve been warned and you saw the show last week. You both know what I’m capable of and I welcome whatever challenge you may be able to offer but I’m coming to Sacrifice to kick the crap out of both of you and there ain’t a damn thing either of you can do about it.
Capital Plaza Office Tower, Frankfort, KY. The tallest building in the state outside of Louisville and Lexington. We open to the lobby of Demira & Mills Attorneys at Law on the 25th floor. Seated in a chair by the window fiddling with his phone is IWF superstar Jake Keeton. The multiple time World Champ glances up from his phone to stare out the window, looking out at the state capital. A pretty Italian receptionist sits behind a desk eying Jake.
Receptionist: Cat got your tongue Jake? I’ve never known of you to be quite.
Jake looks over at the gorgeous young woman.
Jake: It’s just weird to see Marc after all these years. You of all people know how close we used to be, Missy.
Melissa “Missy” Demira was the sister of Jake’s best friend and lawyer up until a few years ago, Marc Demira. Jake and Missy dated briefly but Jake’s addiction to drugs and alcohol ruined it. Jake walks over and stands in front of the desk so they continue their conversation without screaming across the lobby.
Missy: I do, it’s been hard on him. It’s good o see you though, you’re look rather… scruffy. You back on the bottle?
Jake: Absolutely not, I’ve only drank once in the last six years. I’m married and raising my boy.
Missy: That’s great, I’ve got a son too, he’s six.
Jake quickly tries to the math in his head before swallowing hard and glancing down at the floor.
Missy: Don’t worry, he’s not yours. I’ve been with a wonderful guy ever since you left me crying on the doorstep outside my apartment.
Jake: Well that’s good to hear, I hope he treats you better than I did. I was a real ass back then but I’ve changed a lot.
Missy: So I’ve heard.
The phone beeps and Missy picks it up.
Missy: Ok, I’ll send him in.
She hangs up the phone and glances up at Jake.
Missy: Marc’s ready to see you now. It was good seeing you.
Jake: Yeah, you too Missy.
Jake walks into the office and seated behind a large oak desk is the man that had been his best friend since kindergarten until a woman came between them nearly 5 years ago. Marc Demira stands up and shakes his former friends hand.
Marc: It’s really great to see you Jake, have a seat.
Jake sits down as does Marc, who looks down at the stack of papers in front of him.
Marc: Your case doesn’t look…
Jake: Let’s talk before we get down to business. I miss having you as a friend man, I could have certainly used you a few times over the last couple of years. We’ve been friends since we were drinking chocolate milk out of those little paper boxes. I’m sorry that I ever got you involved with Lyla and all her deception and lies.
Marc smiles and turns the framed photo on his desk showing a very recent picture of Marc and an unknown blonde woman sharing a very loving embrace.
Jake: What the hell?
Marc: Lyla and I are getting married Jake.
Jake looks dumbfounded.
Jake: You stayed with her while she was in prison for conning me out of thousands of dollars and almost getting you and me both shot?
Marc: I love her man, I would do anything for her, and I hope you can accept that. I’d really like for you to be at the wedding, hell I want you to be my best man but that might be a lil awkward for Lyla since you and he used to be together.
Jake: I can’t do that Marc. She conned me out of money that I needed to pay my kids medical bills, got you put in jail, lied about being pregnant first by me and then by you, and you almost died trying to save her even after all she put us through. Is her pussy magical or something?
Marc’s smile turns to a look of rage, he tosses the papers at Jake.
Marc: Get out of my office.
Jake: Fine, but I’m just trying to talk some sense in to you.
Marc: You of all people should know that people change Jake, Lyla has changed but if you’re not willing to give her a second chance then I’m not willing to give YOU one.
Jake turns around and walks towards the door but stops and looks back at his old friend.
Jake: I’m sorry, you’re right.
Marc: Just go dude, you’re just saying that so I’ll work on your case.
Jake: No I’m not, I understand how much second chances can mean. I’m not saying she’ll ever be my favorite person in the world but if she really makes you as happy as you say she does then I’ll support you. We’ve been through too much to let this end our friendship, I mean I thought it already had and was really shocked when my Mom told me she sent you the contract I signed with Julius King to try and get me out of it. I figured you’d just throw the file away but you didn’t.
Marc: I never would either, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had and even if you hated me I couldn’t not try to help you out.
Jake: I appreciate it and I’m sorry for the stuff I said, it’s just really hard to accept that someone who did things as horrible as she did could change.
Marc: She has, I promise. She got a degree in music while she was in prison, but enough about her I don’t want to get you wound up again. Come back over here and sit down so I can tell you what I’ve learned about this contract you signed.
Jake walks back over and has a seat.
Jake: Ok, so what’s my chances of getting out of this?
Marc: Pretty slim to be honest, it seems air tight. I’m researching a few historic contract dispute cases but it looks like this King guy is a smart dude and has all his bases covered.
Jake looks disappointed and lets out a sigh.
Jake: I kinda figured that, but I appreciate your help.
Marc: Well don’t give up, you know I’ll work my ass off to try and find some loophole to get you out of this but it’s not gonna be easy or a fast process. In the mean time just keep your contact with him as minimal as possible and whatever you do don’t let him know you’re trying to get out of the deal.
Jake: No problem man, I sure hope you can figure something out this guy is scum.
Marc: It seems like it, but listen, I meant what I said about my wedding. I really want you to be there, and bring your wife I’d really like to meet her.
Jake: I’ll do that, thanks so much for all your help man, and give me a call sometime just to shoot the shit and catch up. I miss our crazy conversations and hearing all remembering all the old stories of crazy stuff we used to do.
Marc: I will, take it easy Jake.
Jake stands up and shakes Marc’s hand and exits the office. As he’s approaching the elevator his phone rings and he answers it.
Jake: Oh hey Jules, I was just about to call you…
Fade to Black.
Now, before we move on to my opponents for this week I can’t help but recognize the efforts of one of my opponents last week. Mike Machado you are the ultimate underdog and you came within inches of pulling off the upset of the night. You surprised me Mike and you made a fan out of me also. I really wish you were facing someone else this week cause I wanna root for you but I just can’t do that against a guy I trained. I almost feel sorry for you after getting me week 1 and Ryan Shane week 2. I know Ryan better than just about anyone, and yeah he’s a pompous ass but he can go inside the ring. He’s angry all the time but seems even angrier lately and that’s a very bad thing for you, better luck next week Mikey.
For the second episode of Sacrifice I’m once again placed against multiple opponents. I could bitch and moan about the fact that I could lose without being pinned but it’s not like this is my first time in a Triple Threat match, I know how they work. Honestly it makes no difference how few or how many people I’m in the ring with, I’m the best wrestler alive. I’m going to the ring on Monday night at the Allstate Arena and I’m going to beat the hell out of a former nCw World Champion and 50 year old man.
I’ll start with the previously mention 50 year old, Duke Winchester. At 36 years old I’m far from a spring chicken in the wrestling business. However, I truly feel like I’ve just hit my prime in the last few years. You take the cake though Duke. I’m sure you’ve faced people in the past and will face people in the future who’ll insult your age and use that as the focal point for their attacks on you but I think you should be commended for doing what you do. I won’t be wrestling when I’m your age because I know when to stop, but that doesn’t mean you should, if you feel like you can still go no one but you should tell you to stop. You sir are an inspiration to 50 year olds everywhere and I’m being serious when I say that. That however, won’t keep me from dropping you on your head the same as I would a man half your age. I won’t discriminate just because you’ve lived longer than I have , if you sign a contract to wrestle you’re fair game.
Then there’s Andrew Jacobsen, poor delusional former nCw World Champion Andrew Jacobsen. I’m no interviewer Andy, I’m not the least bit intimidated by you or the childish threats of you and your agent. It might not have seemed like it last week but I can give credit when it’s due, the thing is last week none of my opponents deserved any credit what so ever. You on the other hand do Andrew; you were the World Champion of one of the greatest promotions in the history of this business and you did it within the first three years of your career. That’s a hell of an accomplishment and certainly something to be proud of and takes skill well beyond that of anyone I was in the ring with last week, but this is the point where the praise stops and the verbal dismantling begins.
I’m better than you Andrew, I’m better than you in every sense of the word and I can tell you that without uttering the first cuss word. I apologize if my language offends your virgin ears or anyone elses for that matter. It’s just how I talk, I been called a redneck a time or two and I’m not ashamed of it and I’m too old to change it now. The words I use to tell you how I’m going to plant the point of my elbow against your temple and put you sound asleep won’t change the fact that it’s gonna happen. I’m seizing this opportunity at a clean slate just like you stated Jacobsen, the thing is you must have missed that there was indeed a show last week and you lost which means your slate is no longer clean and this week that 0-1 record of yours turns into 0-2.
Andrew, and Duke, you’ve been warned and you saw the show last week. You both know what I’m capable of and I welcome whatever challenge you may be able to offer but I’m coming to Sacrifice to kick the crap out of both of you and there ain’t a damn thing either of you can do about it.
Capital Plaza Office Tower, Frankfort, KY. The tallest building in the state outside of Louisville and Lexington. We open to the lobby of Demira & Mills Attorneys at Law on the 25th floor. Seated in a chair by the window fiddling with his phone is IWF superstar Jake Keeton. The multiple time World Champ glances up from his phone to stare out the window, looking out at the state capital. A pretty Italian receptionist sits behind a desk eying Jake.
Receptionist: Cat got your tongue Jake? I’ve never known of you to be quite.
Jake looks over at the gorgeous young woman.
Jake: It’s just weird to see Marc after all these years. You of all people know how close we used to be, Missy.
Melissa “Missy” Demira was the sister of Jake’s best friend and lawyer up until a few years ago, Marc Demira. Jake and Missy dated briefly but Jake’s addiction to drugs and alcohol ruined it. Jake walks over and stands in front of the desk so they continue their conversation without screaming across the lobby.
Missy: I do, it’s been hard on him. It’s good o see you though, you’re look rather… scruffy. You back on the bottle?
Jake: Absolutely not, I’ve only drank once in the last six years. I’m married and raising my boy.
Missy: That’s great, I’ve got a son too, he’s six.
Jake quickly tries to the math in his head before swallowing hard and glancing down at the floor.
Missy: Don’t worry, he’s not yours. I’ve been with a wonderful guy ever since you left me crying on the doorstep outside my apartment.
Jake: Well that’s good to hear, I hope he treats you better than I did. I was a real ass back then but I’ve changed a lot.
Missy: So I’ve heard.
The phone beeps and Missy picks it up.
Missy: Ok, I’ll send him in.
She hangs up the phone and glances up at Jake.
Missy: Marc’s ready to see you now. It was good seeing you.
Jake: Yeah, you too Missy.
Jake walks into the office and seated behind a large oak desk is the man that had been his best friend since kindergarten until a woman came between them nearly 5 years ago. Marc Demira stands up and shakes his former friends hand.
Marc: It’s really great to see you Jake, have a seat.
Jake sits down as does Marc, who looks down at the stack of papers in front of him.
Marc: Your case doesn’t look…
Jake: Let’s talk before we get down to business. I miss having you as a friend man, I could have certainly used you a few times over the last couple of years. We’ve been friends since we were drinking chocolate milk out of those little paper boxes. I’m sorry that I ever got you involved with Lyla and all her deception and lies.
Marc smiles and turns the framed photo on his desk showing a very recent picture of Marc and an unknown blonde woman sharing a very loving embrace.
Jake: What the hell?
Marc: Lyla and I are getting married Jake.
Jake looks dumbfounded.
Jake: You stayed with her while she was in prison for conning me out of thousands of dollars and almost getting you and me both shot?
Marc: I love her man, I would do anything for her, and I hope you can accept that. I’d really like for you to be at the wedding, hell I want you to be my best man but that might be a lil awkward for Lyla since you and he used to be together.
Jake: I can’t do that Marc. She conned me out of money that I needed to pay my kids medical bills, got you put in jail, lied about being pregnant first by me and then by you, and you almost died trying to save her even after all she put us through. Is her pussy magical or something?
Marc’s smile turns to a look of rage, he tosses the papers at Jake.
Marc: Get out of my office.
Jake: Fine, but I’m just trying to talk some sense in to you.
Marc: You of all people should know that people change Jake, Lyla has changed but if you’re not willing to give her a second chance then I’m not willing to give YOU one.
Jake turns around and walks towards the door but stops and looks back at his old friend.
Jake: I’m sorry, you’re right.
Marc: Just go dude, you’re just saying that so I’ll work on your case.
Jake: No I’m not, I understand how much second chances can mean. I’m not saying she’ll ever be my favorite person in the world but if she really makes you as happy as you say she does then I’ll support you. We’ve been through too much to let this end our friendship, I mean I thought it already had and was really shocked when my Mom told me she sent you the contract I signed with Julius King to try and get me out of it. I figured you’d just throw the file away but you didn’t.
Marc: I never would either, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had and even if you hated me I couldn’t not try to help you out.
Jake: I appreciate it and I’m sorry for the stuff I said, it’s just really hard to accept that someone who did things as horrible as she did could change.
Marc: She has, I promise. She got a degree in music while she was in prison, but enough about her I don’t want to get you wound up again. Come back over here and sit down so I can tell you what I’ve learned about this contract you signed.
Jake walks back over and has a seat.
Jake: Ok, so what’s my chances of getting out of this?
Marc: Pretty slim to be honest, it seems air tight. I’m researching a few historic contract dispute cases but it looks like this King guy is a smart dude and has all his bases covered.
Jake looks disappointed and lets out a sigh.
Jake: I kinda figured that, but I appreciate your help.
Marc: Well don’t give up, you know I’ll work my ass off to try and find some loophole to get you out of this but it’s not gonna be easy or a fast process. In the mean time just keep your contact with him as minimal as possible and whatever you do don’t let him know you’re trying to get out of the deal.
Jake: No problem man, I sure hope you can figure something out this guy is scum.
Marc: It seems like it, but listen, I meant what I said about my wedding. I really want you to be there, and bring your wife I’d really like to meet her.
Jake: I’ll do that, thanks so much for all your help man, and give me a call sometime just to shoot the shit and catch up. I miss our crazy conversations and hearing all remembering all the old stories of crazy stuff we used to do.
Marc: I will, take it easy Jake.
Jake stands up and shakes Marc’s hand and exits the office. As he’s approaching the elevator his phone rings and he answers it.
Jake: Oh hey Jules, I was just about to call you…
Fade to Black.
Well howdy there pardner.