Post by Jake Keeton on Jun 23, 2013 22:26:34 GMT
I should be IWF Cruiserweight Champion at this very moment, but I’m not. I walked out of IWF’s first ever Pay Per View just as empty handed as I walked in. Sure, I may have stole the show and spent more time in the ring that night than any other man or woman but the fact remains that I’m not a participant in the Heir to the Throne tournament or the first ever IWF Cruiserweight Champion.
You hear a lot of people spew that BS about “you’ve got no one to blame but yourself” well I got plenty of other people to blame. I blame Lex Sense for being a big mean son of a bitch who on that night just couldn’t be stopped. I blame Bushido for being in the right place at the right time and capitalizing on my misfortune. The person I blame the most though is the one I’ve become the most familiar with inside an IWF ring…
Mike Machado.
At the PPV Mike saw to it that I didn’t win the Cruiserweight title by knocking over the ladder just as I was about to win. It’s like he knew he had no chance of winning but he was still determined that I wasn’t going to either. That’s fine, the time will come when Mike and I are inside the ring just the two of us and I will cripple him.
This week however I was given the week off originally but I called up the IWF offices and I told them I didn’t care who it was or where they had to find them but I needed to beat someone up this week to get out a lil frustration. They found Mr. Happy.
What is it with clowns? I’ve already been in the ring with Feakke twice in my IWF career and now I get to beat up his fellow circus act. I’m gonna hurt this dude and I’m gonna hurt him bad. I promise no one will be laughing when this match ends.
A sweaty Jake Keeton wearing blue short and a gray tank top sat on the end of a weight bench when the door opens to the garage/home gym and his son JC pops his head in.
JC: Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here I’ll come back.
Jake: Wait… you wanna lift together?
JC: We can if you want. I was just kinda bored and figured I’d come out here and workout since I can’t do anything else.
Jake slides under the bar and JC stands behind the bench to spot him as he begins lifting. Jake does 10 reps and then sits back up.
Jake: You seem like you got something on your mind.
JC: Not really, I’m just sick of being stuck in this house. All I’ve done for the last week is go to work, come home and sit in my room with nothing to do till time to go to sleep then I get up and do it all over again.
Jake: Bet you’ve thought a lot about taking the rap for your dumbass friend then huh?
JC just drops his head as Jake stands up. JC sits down and slides under the bar and begins rapidly benching the weight until Jake grabs the bar.
Jake: No sense in hurting yourself just cause you’re pissed at me for trying to teach you a lesson.
JC puts the weights back on the rack and lets out a frustrated sigh.
JC: I just wish you’d meet Max and get to know him.
Jake: You know what JC, fine, invite him over for supper one night when I get back from Indiana and I’ll meet him, but it’s not gonna change anything.
JC: I think you’re wrong Dad, he’s a good guy he’s just had a rough life.
Jake: We’ll see, I’m gonna go get cleaned up, you good out here by yourself?
JC: Yeah.
Jake: Well don’t over do it.
JC: Ok.
Jake just walks out of the garage as JC begins lifting again and the scene fades.
You hear a lot of people spew that BS about “you’ve got no one to blame but yourself” well I got plenty of other people to blame. I blame Lex Sense for being a big mean son of a bitch who on that night just couldn’t be stopped. I blame Bushido for being in the right place at the right time and capitalizing on my misfortune. The person I blame the most though is the one I’ve become the most familiar with inside an IWF ring…
Mike Machado.
At the PPV Mike saw to it that I didn’t win the Cruiserweight title by knocking over the ladder just as I was about to win. It’s like he knew he had no chance of winning but he was still determined that I wasn’t going to either. That’s fine, the time will come when Mike and I are inside the ring just the two of us and I will cripple him.
This week however I was given the week off originally but I called up the IWF offices and I told them I didn’t care who it was or where they had to find them but I needed to beat someone up this week to get out a lil frustration. They found Mr. Happy.
What is it with clowns? I’ve already been in the ring with Feakke twice in my IWF career and now I get to beat up his fellow circus act. I’m gonna hurt this dude and I’m gonna hurt him bad. I promise no one will be laughing when this match ends.
A sweaty Jake Keeton wearing blue short and a gray tank top sat on the end of a weight bench when the door opens to the garage/home gym and his son JC pops his head in.
JC: Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here I’ll come back.
Jake: Wait… you wanna lift together?
JC: We can if you want. I was just kinda bored and figured I’d come out here and workout since I can’t do anything else.
Jake slides under the bar and JC stands behind the bench to spot him as he begins lifting. Jake does 10 reps and then sits back up.
Jake: You seem like you got something on your mind.
JC: Not really, I’m just sick of being stuck in this house. All I’ve done for the last week is go to work, come home and sit in my room with nothing to do till time to go to sleep then I get up and do it all over again.
Jake: Bet you’ve thought a lot about taking the rap for your dumbass friend then huh?
JC just drops his head as Jake stands up. JC sits down and slides under the bar and begins rapidly benching the weight until Jake grabs the bar.
Jake: No sense in hurting yourself just cause you’re pissed at me for trying to teach you a lesson.
JC puts the weights back on the rack and lets out a frustrated sigh.
JC: I just wish you’d meet Max and get to know him.
Jake: You know what JC, fine, invite him over for supper one night when I get back from Indiana and I’ll meet him, but it’s not gonna change anything.
JC: I think you’re wrong Dad, he’s a good guy he’s just had a rough life.
Jake: We’ll see, I’m gonna go get cleaned up, you good out here by yourself?
JC: Yeah.
Jake: Well don’t over do it.
JC: Ok.
Jake just walks out of the garage as JC begins lifting again and the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.