Post by Jayson Matthews on Mar 27, 2016 7:34:30 GMT
“I'd love to tell you that I'm the guy.....”
We open up to the Invictus Champion standing in what looks like his bedroom. Posters of comic book heros and metal bands adrorn his walls. The Invictus Title hanging over his shoulder over his Megadeth t-shirt.
“I'd love to tell you that I'm the guy that's going to go out there at High Stakes, compete in the Roulette and outlast 29 some odd guys, and walk out with the golden ticket to The Night of the Immortals. The guy that has the chance to become immortalized with the best in a single night. It's truly the pinnacle of this industry. Your going to hear that this is there dream from a lot of other guys in the back and I'm not going to be any different.
He shifts his title to the other shoulder.
“It would be a DREAM COME TRUE to main event Night of the Immortals. It would be an honor. A privilege that I couldn't even possibly fathom the day I'd actually deserve, and then going on to win the title.....
He shakes his head.
“I know I'm getting a little too far ahead of myself but to possibly become Imperial Champion, man, I'd defend it every week! I'd sign every autograph and go to every event they wanted me too. To be the guy that finally takes the belt away from that Roberto Verona and end his epic reign of terror on this company. To bring the title back home to Detroit Rock City.....everyone is all like, YAY Jayson is a hero, and they all hoist me up on there shoulders and chant and all the girls are like “Make Love to us Jayson” and I would, I would totally bang those chicks and everything would be totally cool and we all would live happily ever after.”
He imagines the scenario playing out in his head, before snapping out of it a few minutes later. He glares into the camera.
“I would absolutely love to tell you that I'm going to be that guy, because I feel it in here......
He points to his heart.
“but then I remember that stupid fat ugly...”
Finger quotes.
“Reality”
End quotes.
“Rears it's ugly head and suddenly I remember that instead of a super awesome badass world champion that gets tons of girls, I'm an adorable, resilient punching bag loser, who has spent the past two weeks hanging out with an old man in his small home in the suburbs. I've only won two matches since I've got here and I probably based on odds and logic have no actual shot in Hell, Michigan of winning this thing.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“But I mean come on, would I really be Jayson Matthews if I didn't blindly walk into something where I was in completely over my head only to die valiantly in a pool of my own blood and spit? Would I really be the greatest never was there ever was if I didn't go down to that roulette and RAISE HELL the only way Jayson Matthews can and then get my ass kicked so stunningly?
He pounds the side of his chest that he didn't have the title on.
“Double Heck NO!
Then he shrugs.
“So I'm coming to the roulette ready to toss people out the ring, ready to punch, kick, struggle in the corner ALL NIGHT LONG BABY! Twentynine guys between me and a dream.....it's a fight for your life kind of night. So either I get to call myself the guy and beat all the other guys and become the last man in the ring and I go on to face whomever it may be for the imperial championship and be the lucky one that wins the roulette.....or I don't win but you can rest assured that I'm taking mo-fo's with me!
And I......
Suddenly he heard some muffled crying in the background.
“Hold on a second.”
Jayson leaves his bedroom and walks down the hall toward the crying. He had a feeling who it belonged too, and it broke his heart to see her like this. After all this time and all the bullshit that Steve Awesome put her through, you'd think she'd be used to it, but every time it happened it was a fresh wound. A lot of the things were starting to be moved from there original places, down into a moving van outside. Since the money was cut they wouldn't be able to afford the house so they had to move. He spotted her in the living room crying on the sofa.
Jayson Matthews: Mandi...why are you crying?
He knew, but he asked anyway.
Jayson Matthews: He'll be back. I'm sure of it.
He wanted to tell her about the impromptu wedding that Steve had planned, but he promised him he wouldn't spoil it. Steve Awesome has burned a lot of bridges in the past but this time he'd go out on a limb to say this time he was on the level.
Jayson Matthews: The guy is just going through a rough patch. He just lost a huge deal due to some past racial misconduct.
Mandi nods her head and wipes her eyes.
Mandi Matthews: I know he's stressed. But i'm stressed too, all day today there have been movers coming into the house and wheeling things out. Everything is changing around us and I don't know what to do. I'm worried about him, he's been gone for four days.....normally he at least sends me a dick pic or something just to show me he's okay....
Yeah that's the only reason he's doing that.
Mandi Matthews: But I wish he was here to at least deal with all this crap.
Just then Mandi and Steve's three year old daughter Lauren came running into the room and up to her mother.
Lauren: Hey mommy....where's dad at?
And Mandi struggled to think of an answer. She turned and looked at Jayson.
Mandi Matthews: I'm starting to run out of things to tell her.
And that's when Jayson realized just how serious this situation really was. He couldn't have his only niece growing up the way he did without his dad. But that wouldn't happen. Steve loved his family. He was going to marry her right there in front of everyone. He was going to come back. Right?......
Right?
Jayson Matthews: Look I'll see if I can track him down while I'm out. Maybe someone like Rob or Spike have seen him. I can talk to Rob like that...were cool now....
Mandi rolled her eyes while he wasn't looking.
Jayson Matthews: I'll see you later tonight. I got a meeting with the old man later. I think he's finally going to tell me what this is all about.
Mandi places her hand on his shoulder and looks at him with concern.
Mandi Matthews: You let me know if he tries to touch you inappropriately. Call me immediately.
Jayson glares at her as she couldn't help but giggle a little.
Mandi Matthews:I'm kidding but Just be careful....I don't want both my boys to end up lost on me.
Jayson smiles.
Jayson Matthews: What could go wrong?
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“As much as I would love to win the roulette there's only one thing that I deem more important than winning it all right now and that is my invictus championship. This is my first championship in quite a long time and it's an honor to have it. And while the roulette is a whole bowl full of what if's, the invictus title is a cool collected reality sitting right here on my shoulder. And I would like to keep it that way. Expecially now while the getting is good baby, now when the division is starting to heat up. I know you saw the end of Sacrifice...
...that was the biggest brawl I've ever been in that did not have nuns in it.
He starts to paint the picture.
There I was, in the match of my life against Rob Diamond, and I was giving him the what for, when all of a sudden out walk the league of jerk stains to distract me and cost me another match here in IWF. Then the next thing I know I'm becoming acquainted with there MEAN manager lady, Janeane Gorafolo, or whatever her name is. Then it's all out brawl. Everyone is after everyone. Some people gunning for my belt, other people showing there stuff before the Roulette but it was just crazy. Then just when the fight was getting good, I cash in on my air miles and I get german suplex out of the ring by this freak of freaking nature named Steel O'Buffington, I'm pretty sure that name is fake, but that power wasn't. I could have broken my neck man.....but luckily my spine broke my fall.
He gives a goofy grin and a thumbs up.
“But that's how it's going to be when the title is on the line twenty four seven! And I welcome it. I welcome the challenge. Some people think im crazy but if you don't strive to achieve you just live to die. I know Cyrus “afternoon nap” Daniels wants another title shot. Well I say cha'mon, Cyrus! I'm not afraid of you “mate”. If you even try anything against me in the roulette I'll slap you so hard you'll end up back asleep, dreaming about the time you stepped into my invictus world. It could be the league of jobbers. I'm ready for those dummies now. I have some revenge to dish for costing me the match of my career. Hell.....it could be....
He sighs and gulps.
“It could be Steel O'Buffington. That gigantic mess of a man could be coming after me for my invictus title. But i'm not scared of you man-mountain, I was fighting giants on my first day! It could be anyone on the roster. Spike or Warren Kane. Jack Gaither. It could be the gosh dang Easter Bunny for all I care.....it doesn't matter because they have to catch me first.
He laughs and rubs his palms together in excitement.
“That's right, I got the ultimate advantage. See everyone that wants my championship has to pin my shoulders to the mat. They have to actually beat me, but all I have to do it get away. All I have to do is survive the night long enough to compete in the Roulette then get the hell out of there and I stay Invictus Champion just a little bit longer.“And I have plans with the belt folks. I don't know if you've been paying attention, but I might be the chosen one for some ancient lore. I need to keep it for continuity's sake.So at High Stakes, if you wanna get it on, then Cha-mon! Come one, come all and try and give it your best shot. Try and take my title if you must....
He smiles and winks at the camera.
“Catch me if you can.”
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Jayson was standing in the middle of the what you would assume to be the old man's house. Seemed ordinary. Pictures of him and his grand kids, a chair with a cross word puzzle book and a magnifying glass on it. And an old box tv from the early nineties that he refused to get rid of because it “still worked”. The old man slowly walked into the room Jayson was in and joined him.
Jayson Matthews: “Alright man, I've doing a few training sessions with you and so far you've brought me to the belt and helped me keep it. But you have got to explain to me....what is the ancient art of Invictus and what in the blue heck does it have to do with me?”
The old man took a deep breath. It would be a long story, but one he felt Jayson was ready for. But suddenly his eye sight is caught by a small pink match book on the floor. The old man points directly at it.
Old Man: What's that on the ground?
Jayson bends down to grab it and he examines it and finds its a matchbook with a logo to a strip club.
Jayson Matthews: It's a match book to a naughty bar. Is it yours?
The old man shakes his head as he looks around it's home.
Jayson Matthews: Well it's not mine. Stop dancing around the question, what is the story.
The old man shakes his head.
Old Man: We must go,
And with that the old man drags Jayson with him to the car and they drive off. Moments later the League of Jobbers dressed up as ninjas come running up to the house. Gibberg and Thunder Sid stand watch while Afro-American Rob Diamond goes inside the house and looks around. Shortly after he comes out with an angry look on his face.
Afro-Rob: You bitch ass muthfuckah Sid! Were too late. We were already here once before. We would have made it on time if your stupid punk ass didn't have to stop and take a piss every five minutes.
Thunder Sid: Sorry, my bad....I had a lot of water at the club....i have a weak bladder.
Gibberg: BLARGH!!!!!
Afro-Rob: Brilliant point Gibberg! But if only we knew where they were going.
Afro-Rob reaches into his pocket to grab a menthol cigarette and then he reaches into his pocket again but doesnt seem to find what he was looking for.
Afro=Rob: Where are my matches.....oh shit I think I know where they are going........
Fade.
We open up to the Invictus Champion standing in what looks like his bedroom. Posters of comic book heros and metal bands adrorn his walls. The Invictus Title hanging over his shoulder over his Megadeth t-shirt.
“I'd love to tell you that I'm the guy that's going to go out there at High Stakes, compete in the Roulette and outlast 29 some odd guys, and walk out with the golden ticket to The Night of the Immortals. The guy that has the chance to become immortalized with the best in a single night. It's truly the pinnacle of this industry. Your going to hear that this is there dream from a lot of other guys in the back and I'm not going to be any different.
He shifts his title to the other shoulder.
“It would be a DREAM COME TRUE to main event Night of the Immortals. It would be an honor. A privilege that I couldn't even possibly fathom the day I'd actually deserve, and then going on to win the title.....
He shakes his head.
“I know I'm getting a little too far ahead of myself but to possibly become Imperial Champion, man, I'd defend it every week! I'd sign every autograph and go to every event they wanted me too. To be the guy that finally takes the belt away from that Roberto Verona and end his epic reign of terror on this company. To bring the title back home to Detroit Rock City.....everyone is all like, YAY Jayson is a hero, and they all hoist me up on there shoulders and chant and all the girls are like “Make Love to us Jayson” and I would, I would totally bang those chicks and everything would be totally cool and we all would live happily ever after.”
He imagines the scenario playing out in his head, before snapping out of it a few minutes later. He glares into the camera.
“I would absolutely love to tell you that I'm going to be that guy, because I feel it in here......
He points to his heart.
“but then I remember that stupid fat ugly...”
Finger quotes.
“Reality”
End quotes.
“Rears it's ugly head and suddenly I remember that instead of a super awesome badass world champion that gets tons of girls, I'm an adorable, resilient punching bag loser, who has spent the past two weeks hanging out with an old man in his small home in the suburbs. I've only won two matches since I've got here and I probably based on odds and logic have no actual shot in Hell, Michigan of winning this thing.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“But I mean come on, would I really be Jayson Matthews if I didn't blindly walk into something where I was in completely over my head only to die valiantly in a pool of my own blood and spit? Would I really be the greatest never was there ever was if I didn't go down to that roulette and RAISE HELL the only way Jayson Matthews can and then get my ass kicked so stunningly?
He pounds the side of his chest that he didn't have the title on.
“Double Heck NO!
Then he shrugs.
“So I'm coming to the roulette ready to toss people out the ring, ready to punch, kick, struggle in the corner ALL NIGHT LONG BABY! Twentynine guys between me and a dream.....it's a fight for your life kind of night. So either I get to call myself the guy and beat all the other guys and become the last man in the ring and I go on to face whomever it may be for the imperial championship and be the lucky one that wins the roulette.....or I don't win but you can rest assured that I'm taking mo-fo's with me!
And I......
Suddenly he heard some muffled crying in the background.
“Hold on a second.”
Jayson leaves his bedroom and walks down the hall toward the crying. He had a feeling who it belonged too, and it broke his heart to see her like this. After all this time and all the bullshit that Steve Awesome put her through, you'd think she'd be used to it, but every time it happened it was a fresh wound. A lot of the things were starting to be moved from there original places, down into a moving van outside. Since the money was cut they wouldn't be able to afford the house so they had to move. He spotted her in the living room crying on the sofa.
Jayson Matthews: Mandi...why are you crying?
He knew, but he asked anyway.
Jayson Matthews: He'll be back. I'm sure of it.
He wanted to tell her about the impromptu wedding that Steve had planned, but he promised him he wouldn't spoil it. Steve Awesome has burned a lot of bridges in the past but this time he'd go out on a limb to say this time he was on the level.
Jayson Matthews: The guy is just going through a rough patch. He just lost a huge deal due to some past racial misconduct.
Mandi nods her head and wipes her eyes.
Mandi Matthews: I know he's stressed. But i'm stressed too, all day today there have been movers coming into the house and wheeling things out. Everything is changing around us and I don't know what to do. I'm worried about him, he's been gone for four days.....normally he at least sends me a dick pic or something just to show me he's okay....
Yeah that's the only reason he's doing that.
Mandi Matthews: But I wish he was here to at least deal with all this crap.
Just then Mandi and Steve's three year old daughter Lauren came running into the room and up to her mother.
Lauren: Hey mommy....where's dad at?
And Mandi struggled to think of an answer. She turned and looked at Jayson.
Mandi Matthews: I'm starting to run out of things to tell her.
And that's when Jayson realized just how serious this situation really was. He couldn't have his only niece growing up the way he did without his dad. But that wouldn't happen. Steve loved his family. He was going to marry her right there in front of everyone. He was going to come back. Right?......
Right?
Jayson Matthews: Look I'll see if I can track him down while I'm out. Maybe someone like Rob or Spike have seen him. I can talk to Rob like that...were cool now....
Mandi rolled her eyes while he wasn't looking.
Jayson Matthews: I'll see you later tonight. I got a meeting with the old man later. I think he's finally going to tell me what this is all about.
Mandi places her hand on his shoulder and looks at him with concern.
Mandi Matthews: You let me know if he tries to touch you inappropriately. Call me immediately.
Jayson glares at her as she couldn't help but giggle a little.
Mandi Matthews:I'm kidding but Just be careful....I don't want both my boys to end up lost on me.
Jayson smiles.
Jayson Matthews: What could go wrong?
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“As much as I would love to win the roulette there's only one thing that I deem more important than winning it all right now and that is my invictus championship. This is my first championship in quite a long time and it's an honor to have it. And while the roulette is a whole bowl full of what if's, the invictus title is a cool collected reality sitting right here on my shoulder. And I would like to keep it that way. Expecially now while the getting is good baby, now when the division is starting to heat up. I know you saw the end of Sacrifice...
...that was the biggest brawl I've ever been in that did not have nuns in it.
He starts to paint the picture.
There I was, in the match of my life against Rob Diamond, and I was giving him the what for, when all of a sudden out walk the league of jerk stains to distract me and cost me another match here in IWF. Then the next thing I know I'm becoming acquainted with there MEAN manager lady, Janeane Gorafolo, or whatever her name is. Then it's all out brawl. Everyone is after everyone. Some people gunning for my belt, other people showing there stuff before the Roulette but it was just crazy. Then just when the fight was getting good, I cash in on my air miles and I get german suplex out of the ring by this freak of freaking nature named Steel O'Buffington, I'm pretty sure that name is fake, but that power wasn't. I could have broken my neck man.....but luckily my spine broke my fall.
He gives a goofy grin and a thumbs up.
“But that's how it's going to be when the title is on the line twenty four seven! And I welcome it. I welcome the challenge. Some people think im crazy but if you don't strive to achieve you just live to die. I know Cyrus “afternoon nap” Daniels wants another title shot. Well I say cha'mon, Cyrus! I'm not afraid of you “mate”. If you even try anything against me in the roulette I'll slap you so hard you'll end up back asleep, dreaming about the time you stepped into my invictus world. It could be the league of jobbers. I'm ready for those dummies now. I have some revenge to dish for costing me the match of my career. Hell.....it could be....
He sighs and gulps.
“It could be Steel O'Buffington. That gigantic mess of a man could be coming after me for my invictus title. But i'm not scared of you man-mountain, I was fighting giants on my first day! It could be anyone on the roster. Spike or Warren Kane. Jack Gaither. It could be the gosh dang Easter Bunny for all I care.....it doesn't matter because they have to catch me first.
He laughs and rubs his palms together in excitement.
“That's right, I got the ultimate advantage. See everyone that wants my championship has to pin my shoulders to the mat. They have to actually beat me, but all I have to do it get away. All I have to do is survive the night long enough to compete in the Roulette then get the hell out of there and I stay Invictus Champion just a little bit longer.“And I have plans with the belt folks. I don't know if you've been paying attention, but I might be the chosen one for some ancient lore. I need to keep it for continuity's sake.So at High Stakes, if you wanna get it on, then Cha-mon! Come one, come all and try and give it your best shot. Try and take my title if you must....
He smiles and winks at the camera.
“Catch me if you can.”
``````````````````````````````
Jayson was standing in the middle of the what you would assume to be the old man's house. Seemed ordinary. Pictures of him and his grand kids, a chair with a cross word puzzle book and a magnifying glass on it. And an old box tv from the early nineties that he refused to get rid of because it “still worked”. The old man slowly walked into the room Jayson was in and joined him.
Jayson Matthews: “Alright man, I've doing a few training sessions with you and so far you've brought me to the belt and helped me keep it. But you have got to explain to me....what is the ancient art of Invictus and what in the blue heck does it have to do with me?”
The old man took a deep breath. It would be a long story, but one he felt Jayson was ready for. But suddenly his eye sight is caught by a small pink match book on the floor. The old man points directly at it.
Old Man: What's that on the ground?
Jayson bends down to grab it and he examines it and finds its a matchbook with a logo to a strip club.
Jayson Matthews: It's a match book to a naughty bar. Is it yours?
The old man shakes his head as he looks around it's home.
Jayson Matthews: Well it's not mine. Stop dancing around the question, what is the story.
The old man shakes his head.
Old Man: We must go,
And with that the old man drags Jayson with him to the car and they drive off. Moments later the League of Jobbers dressed up as ninjas come running up to the house. Gibberg and Thunder Sid stand watch while Afro-American Rob Diamond goes inside the house and looks around. Shortly after he comes out with an angry look on his face.
Afro-Rob: You bitch ass muthfuckah Sid! Were too late. We were already here once before. We would have made it on time if your stupid punk ass didn't have to stop and take a piss every five minutes.
Thunder Sid: Sorry, my bad....I had a lot of water at the club....i have a weak bladder.
Gibberg: BLARGH!!!!!
Afro-Rob: Brilliant point Gibberg! But if only we knew where they were going.
Afro-Rob reaches into his pocket to grab a menthol cigarette and then he reaches into his pocket again but doesnt seem to find what he was looking for.
Afro=Rob: Where are my matches.....oh shit I think I know where they are going........
Fade.
Well howdy there pardner.