Post by ADudeFromCLE on Feb 26, 2017 20:26:30 GMT
{JFK hooks the leg and goes for the pin attempt but Noah kicks out at two and a half! JFK sits up and looks over his shoulder at the champion and shakes his head. He rolls out of the ring and grabs hold of the base of the steps he was forced to dislodge earlier and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope.}
Terri Morasco: I don’t even want to know what he has planned…
Vasco Dias: Look out Noah!
{JFK positions the stairs in the center of the ring and grabs hold of Noah, but Noah then returns the favor from earlier, connecting with a LOW BLOW!
Noah stumbles back into a seated position on the mat as JFK falls off to the side clutching at his groin area.}
Terri Morasco: Son of a…
Vasco Dias: Terri, turnabout is fair play.
Terri Morasco: I guess...it is legal.
{Noah smiles at his handy work before pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. He goes over and grabs JFK by the hair and pulls him up and toward the steps. He goes behind JFK and hoists him up for the “Honour Killing” (Olympic Slam)!
JFK LANDS ON HIS FEET!
He spins Noah around and kicks him in the gut, lifting him in the air and driving him down on top of the stairs with a BRAINBUSTER!}
Terri Morasco: Modified Final Nail on the top of the steps!
{JFK holds his back that hit the edge of the steps before turning and seeing that Noah is out cold on the top of the steps, a gash opened on his forehead from the grooves in the steps! He crawls over, pulling Noah off the stairs, hooking the leg…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...AND NEEEEEEEEW IWF INVICTUS CHAMPION...JAMES...FRANKLIN...KAAAAAAAAAAARN!!!
{The referee raises his arm and gives him the championship as he holds it high in the air.}
The feed fades as it transitions over to the devilish grin of The One JFK. He walks along the Mississippi River in Woldenberg Park, New Orleans. He's wearing a short sleeved brown on brown plaid unbuttoned shirt with a black KIWA "The One JFK" tank top underneath and a light black leather jacket over, a pair of boot cut jeans and some black Vans. The Invictus championship resting over his shoulder.
"There's been a lot of talk the past few weeks about how I am not a legitimate champion. That, if you listen to the fake news coming out of the House, that I somehow DIDN'T defeat Noah Field and I am NOT the new Invictus champion."
He stops, he looks at the title, then back at the camera, then back to the title, then back to the camera.
"I'm many things, but a thief is not one, so if I am not the true Invictus champion then...why do I have this? If I am not THE ONE who ended Noah's undefeated streak then why has he not challenged me for a rematch? Why hasn’t he demanded that I hand this title back over to him? It's because he knows its bullshit. He knows I not only beat him, I humiliated him, I destroyed him, I cracked his skull so hard he now thinks he's a legit threat to the Imperial Championship.
So just in case you've been living under a rock, been in a coma, or just believe whatever bullshit people sell you without checking for yourself, there's the video evidence. The One JFK is your UNDISPUTED IWF Invictus Champion. And there ain’t a damn thing Howlett or her band of cucks can say about it that will change that fact."
He gives an ever so slight grin as he adjusted the title on his shoulder.
"Now that I've cleared the air on that, it's time to do what one of my favorite Diamonds likes to say, time to move forward, always forward. And heading forward, this Sunday, February 26th at the Mercedes Benz Superdome right here in the birthplace of Jazz, New Orleans Louisiana I get to step into the ring, one on one, with the highly decorated, highly talented, misfit of misinformation, Bob Pooler."
He pauses for a second to let that last part set in.
"I once liked you Bob, that's no secret. I tried twice to get you to join us here in KIWA because I thought....thought, you'd be a good fit, that you were all about the IWF and wanted to see it rise to bigger and better heights, that you wanted to help this company and brand grow to be an unstoppable force. But I was wrong about you Bob...I was so very wrong.
See, you might have these people fooled Bob. They cheer for you because you sell yourself as a hero to the people and they eat it up, I'm not a fool Bob, I know damn well I'll be going into a hostile enjoyment this week when I face off against you, I had all the fans behind me when I won this title, and they will be against me this week because you've sold them a bail of falsehoods and they bought it all up."
He holds up 4 fingers.
"4 weeks ago just before your number one contenders match, you made a statement about...my title. You talked about how you were the Cruiserweight champion, and how that title was somehow...taken...from you.
But that's not entirely true is it Mr. Pooler?
You LOST that title, when you LOST to Kristoff Liam Bates.
Management, or “the suits” as you call them, they didn't TAKE this belt from you, The Notorious KLB did.
And then it's been a thorn in your side since.
A thorn in your side that you did NOTHING about for THREE YEARS.
THREE YEARS you've let this title be a pain in your ass....I'm sorry boy but are you just dumb, or a coward? If I felt like I was truly cheated out of something I wouldn’t have waited THREE FUCKING YEARS to get my rematch. No Bob, you lost all claim on this title when KLB sent you packing with your tail between your legs.
And then you have the balls to claim that YOUR name is written all over MY title!?"
He takes the title off his shoulder, looks at it closely, then holds it up to the camera so everyone can see the nameplate clearly.
"In case you can’t read, the only name on this title is JFK."
We open up on a convertible Mustang flying down Interstate 10 in New Orleans heading east from the Louis Armstrong Airport towards the city. The top is down and one half of the IWF tag team The Renegades, Chris Fenell is behind the wheel driving, his brother Will sitting in the front seat with his feet up on the dash, and JFK laying down across the backseat. We can hear the end of Rae Sremmurd's Black Beatles playing loudly on the radio. As the song ends Will turns his head towards the back seat.
Will: So?
JFK doesn’t move, his dark tint aviator glasses over his closed eyes he simply states.
JFK: This is why I don't car pool with y'all anymore.
Will and Chris: What!?
JFK: That was pure trash. T.I, Luda, Outkast, even Big KRIT, I can get down with all that but this new shit yall into? Garbage.
Will: This shit is fire!
JFK: Meh, the beat and music are good but lyrically?...Grandpa Kaos could write better bars.
Chris: He can't even complete full sentences!
JFK: And it would still be better than whatever the fuck that was you just subjected me too.
Will: That's cold, almost as cold as the ice in Nighthawks veins last week.
JFK turns his head slightly to face the front.
JFK: Was that to be a rib?
Will: ...maybe.
JFK shrugs and goes back to relaxing.
JFK: No shame in losing to The Nighthawk in a tag team WRESTLING match.
Chris: Yeah but don't you think this will give him confidence that he could beat you for your title if he chooses to challenge you for it?
JFK: He can challenge all he wants, I welcome it, but facing me one on one in an Invictus rules match is different than facing me in a tag team match. One is a wrestling match that Hawk has all the advantage in the world against me in, the other is a fight for survival that no one on this roster has a chance of outlasting me in.
Chris's phone starts ringing over the speakers, he hits a button on the drivers wheel and it picks up over the speakers via Bluetooth.
Chris: What's up babe?
We can hear someone in the background making WOOing sounds over and over.
Victoria: ~~Hey, I need your help with something, can you get a hold of James? Grandpa has this crazy idea he won’t let go of.~~
JFK: I'm right here kiddo what's up?
~~ Oh thank god, James! Help! Grandpa has this crazy idea that you gave him permission to be involved with KIWA ~~
JFK: We may have talked about him doing something but we haven’t hashed out the detail...
~~ Yeah well he's figured out the details...he thinks he's your manager now!~~
JFK: Wait what?
The two brothers start to snicker to themselves.
~~ He wants to know when he's going to be flown in to New Orleans so he can start this week at Danger Zone~~
JFK: I never said he could be my manager! I don’t WANT anyone anywhere NEAR the ring during my matches Vic you know this, he should know this also, no fucking excuses, just me one on one with whoever they put against me.
~~ I know this but Grandpa thinks you told him yes and now I don't know what to do, he won’t stop wooing around the house! Now he’s strutting and posing!~~
JFK: First off tell him just because he looks like the man doesn’t mean he is the man, and...
JFK sits up, looks at the two brothers and lightly says so only they can hear him "Rib me will ya" both of them look at JFK and start shaking their head.
JFK: I got an idea Vic.
Chris: No...
Will: Dude...
JFK: Tell Grandpa he can start managing The Renegades next time they are booked.
Will just snarls at JFK as Chris starts banging his head on the wheel, JFK smacks him upside the head and points to the road as to say pay attention.
~~ That... just could very well work...I'll call you back and let you know how it goes! Bye, love you babe be safe.~~
Chris: Love you too ~~click~~ WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MAN!?
JFK flops back into the seat throwing his arms across the back of it while laughing.
Will: I don't like you much right now...
"Another mistruth misfit Bob has sold you people is that he's a hero of the people, and he's the hero the IWF needs."
JFK starts to laugh.
"Please. You had an opportunity to be a hero Bob, we all had a huge opportunity to end the House once and for all at the Extinction Event, all you had to do was play nice, swallow your pride, put your ego to the side and follow my lead. We ALL would have walked out of there as champions. Imperial, Invictus, Man of Steel, it wouldn’t have mattered to me who had what either. But NO, you couldn’t do that, just like Dre Cutler, you couldn’t put our own fucking ego aside and play nice with your tag partners to help dismantle the House, instead of being the IWF Justice League we wound up looking like the Great Lake Avengers. Or maybe A-Force as it was only the WOMEN who showed up to FIGHT.
You're no hero Bob, you're no friend of the fan, you're just another egotistical asshole who is only out for his own. I am also, but at least I don't lie about it.
Go back and watch the event people, you will see while I am being attacked by Rob Diamond, who was not in the match by the way, as I am being attacked and eliminated from the match due to outside interference, look to see where my tag partners were, look and see the dumb blank stares on their faces as they just WATCH their odds of winning that match get flushed down the drain.
Then try to tell me with a straight face that Bob Pooler is a fucking hero. He's no hero, he turned his back on the IWF when it needed him the most.
So me and Awesome had to step up and do it for him since people like him and Dre Cutler just couldn’t seem to CUT IT. WE took down the House Bob, not you, not Falcon, not Dre Cutler not even Andrew Jacobson, NO! It was Steve Awesome and ME.
You're welcome."
JFK runs a hand over his head pulling his hair up and away from his face.
"You're a liar, and a coward Bob.
Let me explain another thing to you. And this is one of the main reasons why you WONT be leaving Danger Zone with MY IWF Invictus Championship belt.
Look at the way you've been treating Spike Kane, the way you've been trying to be his friend, yet his challenger. You ain’t his fucking friend Bob, if you truly were his friend, then you'd KNOW what you were dealing with when it came to him.
See, I've known Spike for well over a decade, we've been good friends, and we've been bitter enemies, and even I know that...that right there, right now? The man you are trying to reach? Michael Kane? He's not home right now Bob, the man you can reason with, the man that can be talked to, he's checked out.
All that is left is the God of Steel Spike Kane, and he...he only responds to one thing, violence. And the only person that can bring him back to his former self, is himself Bob, not you, not me, not Steve, not Jake, not Rob, only Michael can save Michael from Spike.
But you won’t ever see that, you won’t give up on your friend, and that’s commendable, it really is. But it's also the reason you won’t beat me this week at Danger Zone Bob. You don't have it in you to do what needs to be done to beat a man like me Bob."
His hazel green eyes pierce into the camera.
"Yes, you have all the talent in the world. Yes you are one of the most highly regarded IWF superstars of ALL time, yes you are a GREAT former champion who has been all around the world, seen and done it all! But you have NEVER...EVER faced off against a man like me, in a match like this, where the only true way to win...is to survive.
Just like I told Dev two weeks ago, you don't have to worry about me "cheating". There will be no outside interference on my behalf Bob I assure you.
But Bob.
I am going to hurt you. I've got a lot of pent up frustration and anger towards you ever since the Extinction Event, and I plan on unleashing ALL OF IT on your ASS this Sunday.
I won't injure you Bob, I'm not that type of man anymore, but I am going to hurt you, I'm going to beat and pound on you like you’re a piece of meat I'm getting ready to cook up on the grill, and I am going to make you wish I HAVE injured you so you can take time off to lick your wounds like the scared little cat that you are.
If this was any other match, at any other event then maybe, just maybe you'd have a punchers chance Bob, but it isn’t, this is the Danger Zone, this is an Invictus rules match, and you have to face off with me, THE ONE…J..F…K. Your current, defending, and UNDISPUTED, IWF Invictus Champion.
Sucks to be you."
Well howdy there pardner.