Post by Jake Keeton on Feb 29, 2016 5:00:40 GMT
February 23rd 2016
The scene opens to Jake Keeton walking through the front door of his home, dressed in jeans and a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt carrying a small black duffle bag. Jake sets the bag down and winces in pain just from the slight bend it took to place the bag down, Sitting in the living room are his wife Kassie, son JC, and mother Katherine none of which look very happy.
Jake: What?
Kassie: What? Don’t what us, you resigned with IWF? After the beating that Ryan gave you?
Jake: I really don’t want to deal with this right now, I just want the pain meds to kick in so I can sleep.
Katherine stands up and walks over to her son who is obviously in an enormous amount of pain.
Katherine: Honey why are you doing this to yourself?
Jake: Mom… stop. I know you’re gonna guilt trip me and try and talk me out of it but the ink is already dry on the contract.
Katherine: Isn’t there some way you can get out of it?
Jake: I don’t want to! What is this some kinda intervention or some shit?
JC: I’m just a broke college kid and they invited me over for dinner. If you wanna kill yourself that’s your deal, I’m just ready to eat.
Katherine turns to her grandson.
Katherine: Jonathan! You’re supposed to be helping us talk some sense into him.
JC: Sorry Grandma, but you raised him, you know how stubborn he is. There’s nothing we’re gonna say to him that’s gonna keep him out of the ring if that’s what he wants to do.
Jake: I knew my boy was smart.
JC: A lot smarter than you, I sure wouldn’t be trying to wrestle if I could barely stand up which is how you look.
Jake sighs, his frustration with the whole situation building.
Jake: I’ll be ready to go by the time Danger Zone gets here. Ya’ll can sit down here and bitch about me all you want but I’m gonna go soak in the tub, take way too many pain pills and sleep for 16 hours.
Jake starts towards the steps to go upstairs when Kassie cuts him off.
Kassie: Are you not even going to eat supper? Your Mom and I fixed all your favorites.
Jake: I ate on the plane, and even if i hadn’t I’d rather go to bed hungry than listen to any more of this.
He steps around her and goes up stairs as the scene fades.
Before I began let me tell Jack Gaither that if my name ever comes out of his mouth again I’ll make the beating that Spike Kane gives him at Danger Zone look a fucking pillow fight.
Now that that’s out of the way… Ryan Shane. The ungrateful piece of shit that I found sleeping outside my gym 9 years ago wants to try to make people who have never given a shit about him and will never give a shit about him finally do so at my expense.
It ain’t happening, kid.
You’ve beat me down and I’m not gonna walk into the pay per view anywhere close to a one hundred percent but Jake Keeton at ten percent is better than you’ll ever be Ryan. You’re full of untapped potential but you don’t have enough going on between your ears to let it out and at this point it’s never going to happen.
You should have just stayed on your couch because I’m gonna hurt you, boy.
The scene opens to Jake Keeton walking through the front door of his home, dressed in jeans and a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt carrying a small black duffle bag. Jake sets the bag down and winces in pain just from the slight bend it took to place the bag down, Sitting in the living room are his wife Kassie, son JC, and mother Katherine none of which look very happy.
Jake: What?
Kassie: What? Don’t what us, you resigned with IWF? After the beating that Ryan gave you?
Jake: I really don’t want to deal with this right now, I just want the pain meds to kick in so I can sleep.
Katherine stands up and walks over to her son who is obviously in an enormous amount of pain.
Katherine: Honey why are you doing this to yourself?
Jake: Mom… stop. I know you’re gonna guilt trip me and try and talk me out of it but the ink is already dry on the contract.
Katherine: Isn’t there some way you can get out of it?
Jake: I don’t want to! What is this some kinda intervention or some shit?
JC: I’m just a broke college kid and they invited me over for dinner. If you wanna kill yourself that’s your deal, I’m just ready to eat.
Katherine turns to her grandson.
Katherine: Jonathan! You’re supposed to be helping us talk some sense into him.
JC: Sorry Grandma, but you raised him, you know how stubborn he is. There’s nothing we’re gonna say to him that’s gonna keep him out of the ring if that’s what he wants to do.
Jake: I knew my boy was smart.
JC: A lot smarter than you, I sure wouldn’t be trying to wrestle if I could barely stand up which is how you look.
Jake sighs, his frustration with the whole situation building.
Jake: I’ll be ready to go by the time Danger Zone gets here. Ya’ll can sit down here and bitch about me all you want but I’m gonna go soak in the tub, take way too many pain pills and sleep for 16 hours.
Jake starts towards the steps to go upstairs when Kassie cuts him off.
Kassie: Are you not even going to eat supper? Your Mom and I fixed all your favorites.
Jake: I ate on the plane, and even if i hadn’t I’d rather go to bed hungry than listen to any more of this.
He steps around her and goes up stairs as the scene fades.
Before I began let me tell Jack Gaither that if my name ever comes out of his mouth again I’ll make the beating that Spike Kane gives him at Danger Zone look a fucking pillow fight.
Now that that’s out of the way… Ryan Shane. The ungrateful piece of shit that I found sleeping outside my gym 9 years ago wants to try to make people who have never given a shit about him and will never give a shit about him finally do so at my expense.
It ain’t happening, kid.
You’ve beat me down and I’m not gonna walk into the pay per view anywhere close to a one hundred percent but Jake Keeton at ten percent is better than you’ll ever be Ryan. You’re full of untapped potential but you don’t have enough going on between your ears to let it out and at this point it’s never going to happen.
You should have just stayed on your couch because I’m gonna hurt you, boy.
Well howdy there pardner.