Numbers.

[ADudeFromCLE]

This is business: no faces, just lines and statistics 

Mid-America All-Indian Center, Wichita, Kansas. 

We hear the sound of a light golf clap as the scene opens up on JFK standing in front of the 44 foot high statue The Keeper of the Plains. JFK is donning his usual ensemble of a plaid button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of warn jeans and some chucks. He's in a surprisingly good mood after taking a loss on this past weeks Monday Night Sacrifice.

"Congratulations Derek on your victory this week over that decrepit and helpless...thing that was in our match this past week. I can't even be mad at you for stealin’ the match as well...let’s be honest, I'd have done the same thing given the opportunity. That's the nature of the best when it comes to those type of matches, and my ring rush showed by makin’ sure you were not taken care of before I went after...whoever the hell that was. I highly doubt we'll ever see him again."

JFK shivers as if he just saw a train wreck as he thinks back on this past weeks match.

"I'm sure we will see each other in that ring again sometime down the road, two talents like us there's no way they don't try to book that again at some point. But Derek, if you ever...I mean ever, need someone to watch your back, grab a brew or just shoot the shit while drivin’ down these long roads we are always on, hit me up."

JFK runs his hand up over his head to pull the hair away from his face. He looks back up at the statue then back to the camera.

"Did you know the Indians invented math? No...not the natives. The real Indians. Natives don't like being called that, learned that the hard way from my grandmother on my Mom's side of the family. Boy oh boy do they NOT like being called that, anyways. I bring this up because I'm a fan of math. And I love looking at and figuring out patterns. And I've noticed one already in my short time here in IWF."

JFK holds up his index finger.

"First match, I throw one person out of the Roulette, only to be later eliminated from the ONE person I'd figured would have my back...silly me I should have known better, he turns his back on all his friends and partners. Isn’t that right Roberto?"

He now holds up two fingers.

"Second match, ONE on ONE, meaning two people in the ring, your normal affair, and I got to showcase what I can do in that ring. But then."

Holds up 3 fingers now.

"THIRD match, a TRIPLE threat match...see where I am going with this? And now...now I am in a Fatal FOUR way match...I really hate these type of matches I've already said that but I'd just like reiterate that, this is not what I came here for. But I'll play the game, I'll play all the numbers games they want. You want me in a 5 man elimination tag match next? Fine. 6 man tag? Sure why not. 7 way chamber match? Sounds like fun. But eventually....and soon, it will come back down to..."

He holds up just one finger again.

"ONE...ONE number ONE contender, for a ONE on ONE match, for the ONE Imperial Championship. And to be quite honest, I don't care who the ONE other person is on the other side of the ring, it could be Roberto, it could be Rob or Warren, it could even be that douche Ace, it doesn’t matter. ONE of them will fall to the new Champion...Jay...Eff...Kay. But hey, I'm gettin’ ahead of myself here, puttin’ the cart before the horse if you will. This week I have to worry about 3. 3 men...well 2 and 1 woman? Enter into a Fatal Four way match this weekend at Destiny at the Intrust Bank Arena right here in the middle of Wichita, Kansas."

He looks up at the statue once more before continuing on.

"And like the natives before me, I will fight tooth and nail for what I believe in, I will fight tooth and nail to not only survive, something I do quite well by the way, but also walk out of that arena...victorious. See, I made my debut here in IWF with really no fan fair, no build up, none of that garbage, I just showed up and started kicking ass. It's what I do, it's one of the few things I am VERY good at doing. And this month, in a few days at Destiny, that won’t change."

"Now I know, I don't have an easy task ahead of me, there's some real studs in this match. Take Maelstrom. He likes to call himself a bulldozer, but let’s be honest. The dude is a fucking tank. Six feet tall three hundred plus pounds? Fucking tank. This would normally be the type of dude I'd recruit to watch my back to be all honest with you, but this time around. Well this time I'm doing things solo. No Empire, no Young Guns, none of that shenanigans, Just me VS the world. I have nothing but respect for you Mal, I'm sure you’re a good dude trying to do the right thing, but you just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where you just want to compete, I need to prove myself. Where you just want to fight, I'm fighting for my legacy. And I won’t be stopped by you, or anyone else in this match to achieve my goals."

JFK chuckles a bit to himself.

"Speaking of goals and ambitions, that brings us to the next person in this match, Addisyn Starr...now here's a chick I'd want nothing to do with. My wife is a billionaire, and she doesn’t have HALF the...what’s the word I'm looking for...gall? I don't know I dropped out of high school before going into the Army. This chick wants everything, the fame the fortune, and the gold. But she...well she doesn’t want to work for it. She has some...what's she call them. slaves? To do her bidding. Now, I'm from the south. That type of mentality is rampant down there, but you girl...you bring it to a whole other level. You've got this Steel O'Buffington...sorry kid don't know your real name...wrapped around your finger. And I honestly...I find it sickening. Now I've traveled the world and I've seen all types of fetishes in my time, but Steel, dude...grow a spine. My wife wears the pants there's no denying that, hell almost any married man that is honest with himself will tell you the same but you son...what do you get out of this? If you win anything she takes credit. But if you fail, she blames you...but hey, I'm not going to try and change your mind, people are who people are and maybe this is what gets you off, but me...makes me sick. And I sure as hell am not going to allow HER to walk out of Intrust Bank Arena with her arm held high for someone else hard work."

"Speaking of hard work, that brings us to our final member of this match. Demonio Blanco. Have you folks seen this dude? If you haven’t you need to, boy can GO. These lucha dude's never sees’ to amaze me with some of the stuff they can do in that ring. The runnin’ around and all the flipity flopping, but what I don't understand Blanco, is well...let me ask you. ¿Por qué estabas sus chicas de maquillaje ? Te ves como un payaso. All joking a side, the dude can go. But people like that, that move a mile a minute, come to a crashing stop once they run into a foot to the jaw via a Karn Kick.”

JFK's Spanish is fluent with a hint of a Cuban accent.

"All and all, we have some real talent in this match. But none of you have the ambition, or the drive to be the very best, not on the same level as I do, you might think you do, you might think you are even better than me, and on some nights, you just may very well be. But this is a big night, and the big stars shine the bright on nights like these, and there is no bigger star than JFK. Someone's getting planted on their head, or someone is going to tap out, either way, this star is going straight to the top."

JFK give his signature devilish grin.

"Sucks to be you."

Numbers is hard and real and they never have feelings 

But you push too hard, even numbers got limits 

Why did one straw break the camel's back? 

Here's the secret 

The million other straws underneath it: it's all mathematics