Post by BomberJake on Aug 13, 2006 12:38:37 GMT -5
We open to a pitch black scene with nothing to be seen. Only heard.
[ BomberJake | "How… how could this happen? How could I have lost the tournament?
A cheap shot? A low blow? Yet still legal? I knew it was legal, but that doesn't change the fact that it was cheaper than Shane Ralstons schoolboy pin." ]
The camera comes closer to Jakes face. A clicking noise is heard and a TV turns on--the light from the TV slightly illuminates Jake, displaying the HWF World Heavyweight Title resting on his left shoulder. On the TV is the end of the last man standing match, being played over and over.
[ BomberJake | "Ten seconds… I'd gotten up by the count twice before… how the hell did he stand up? I targeted his knee with those chairshots, six of them! How the hell did he stand up?!" ]
BomberJake sits up and leans closer towards the TV, watching the match intently.
[ BomberJake | "Low blow… Flame Bomb… ten count… I was screwed--this is the DETROIT Screwjob! I was about to BOOM him straight to HELL 'til he used his underhanded tactics!" ]
Jake tosses the remote aside and it can be heard cracking on the concrete floor.
[ BomberJake | "And now the card is made, the matches are set, and I'm defending my HWF World Heavyweight Title against Flame AGAIN! What's worse, I have to go through everything I did at Trial By Fire, and then some--in a barbed wire steel cage, surrounded by a salted moat. A match invented by Flame to tear at the skin and flesh before tossing an opponent into stinging salt water." ]
Just then, the door to the locker room opens and Jake looks over to the door--it's Tina.
[ Tina Latina | "Jake? You okay?" ]
[ BomberJake | "I've been getting better since Sunday, but Flame really did a number on my back." ]
[ Tina Latina | "That Flame Bomb couldn't have been good, not to mention that deep cut above your right eye." ]
Tina walks closer and sees the TV.
[ Tina Latina | "Oh, Jake… please, forget about Trial By Fire--what's done is done and all that's left is Lockdown this week." ]
[ BomberJake | "I vowed I would not lose to a man who worships a planet supposedly made of cheese! I can't believe he got to his feet in time…" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Oh, Jake…" ]
Tina sits down next to Jake and gently runs her delicate fingers through his hair.
[ Tina Latina | "Let's go for a drive to clear your mind--y'know, get some fresh air. You've been in this stuffy locker room for hours now." ]
[ BomberJake | "You're right… it would be a good idea to stretch the legs." ]
Jake stands up from his chair, puts the HWF World Heavyweight Title down, and picks up his jacket from the back of his seat. Tina stands up as Jake puts his jacket on and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his keys. He picks up the title and they walk to the door, shutting it behind them and leaving the TV on in the locker room. In the backstage hall, Jake and Tina have already climbed into his golfcart and are headed for the back exit.
[ BomberJake | "I know Flame invented this match, but who in their right mind thinks of putting a moat around the ring?" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Flame's not thinking in his right mind." ]
[ BomberJake | "Yeah… but he's thinking of something--he beat me on Sunday just by thinking while I was out actually training. There's no point in training if Flame can just sit around, gathering positive energy from aliens and all that bullshit." ]
Jake imitates Flame's rituals and plays "motorboat" in Tinas cleavage. She doesn't seem phased by it, but slowly pushes Jakes face away from her chest.
[ Tina Latina | "I thought we were leaving to escape the thought of Flame." ]
[ BomberJake | "Right… but what's the point of escaping if that won't win me the match? I mean, I'd just fall into a ditch of salty water and--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Forget about escaping--you've just gotta be the last man standing. I know you have it in you! You were robbed of the victory at the Pay-Per-View, but now's the time for you to be at your feet for the ten count! That's all there is to it! Now stop thinking of the match and relax!" ]
[ BomberJake | "Sorry… it's just hard to think of anything else, but I'll try." ]
By now, the golfcart is on the road, somewhere in the Nevada desert. Cactuses fly by at alarming speeds, mere feet from the cart. Tina holds tighter to the passengers seat as BomberJake drives faster.
[ Tina Latina | "Heh, those cactuses are mighty prickly--it'd sting to hit one at the speed we're goin'." ]
[ BomberJake | "Just like it would to hit a barbed wire steel cage--damnit, I can't get it off of my mind! In all my years of wrestling, I've never had to go through anything like this!" ]
Jake is breathing heavily, almost leaning on the steering wheel. Tina looks over without saying anything, but she has a look of worry on her face.
[ BomberJake | "I've climbed ladders, I've fought in a Dennys, I've battled with gardening tools, I've delivered atomic wedgies, I've scaled double-stacked steel cages--I've buried a man ALIVE, but NONE OF THAT compares to what I have to do to Flame this Thursday!" ]
Jake looks over at Tina, then back at the road.
[ BomberJake | "I have to rip open his arms n' legs, then toss him over the steel cage and watch him plummet fifteen, maybe twenty feet, into stinging, salty water! And ensure that he can't stand up by the count of ten! For the love of God, I may have to break his legs!" ]
Tina looks frightened now, scrunched up in shock and fear. BomberJake still looks straight ahead at the desert road and accelerates even more.
[ BomberJake | "This will be more gruesome than I could ever imagine! Having to remove cartilage and put Flame into that kind of pain is the most heartless thing I can do!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "And that's what you will do!" ]
[ BomberJake | "What?!" ]
Tina turns her body and looks at Jake as he keeps the steering wheel steady.
[ Tina Latina | "Remember, Flame booked this match! He's asking for it! He plans to wipe you all over the chainlink fence, into the metal bars, and throw you into the barbed wire--you've never been in this match, so he expects you to lose! But expect the unexpected 'cause you're gonna go in there, put your moral conscience in the back of your mind, and rip him a new one all over that cage!" ]
Jake seems to be taking in what Tina's just said, but she isn't finished.
[ Tina Latina | "You've been in a steel cage before! And like you said earlier, even a double-stacked steel cage! All that's left is the barbed wire, and y'know what that equates to?" ]
Jake doesn't respond, still watching the road and going over what Tina said before.
[ Tina Latina | "HARDCORE! You've competed in numerous federations that had Hardcore Titles! The WWA had one! The OTB had one! Your second match ever was in a triple threat match for the BwFv2 Hardcore Title! You beat six other wrestlers to become the one and ONLY Hardcore Champion of the XCW!" ]
Nothing but silence eminates from BomberJake.
[ Tina Latina | "Jake, I know you're still focused on how you'll get out of this match with the HWF World Heavyweight Title. Y'know why? 'cause you're STILL hardcore!" ]
There isn't a word from Jake until roughly thirty seconds pass. He leans back in his seat, still driving fast, but he has now taken in everything Tina has said.
[ BomberJake | "I haven't tapped into Hardcore Jake for a while now… BwFv2 and XCW are both long gone, and I never faced anyone in the OTB or the WWA for their Hardcore Titles… but I surpassed them." ]
Jake looks over at Tina and grins.
[ BomberJake | "In the WWA, I wouldn't settle for the second-rate title, so I tossed Todd Tellanskis ass out of the battle royale and won myself a shot at the Canadian Title. In the OTB, while Nikki Law was holding the Hardcore Title, I was after the World Heavyweight Title, and I won that too." ]
He looks back to the road, still grinning as he was. The HWF World Heavyweight Title still sits over his shoulder.
[ BomberJake | "I may be STILL hardcore, but I'm also BETTER than hardcore, and now that Flame is fusing them both together, I'm gonna dig deep and bring 'em both to the ring at Lockdown. This may be Flames kinda match, but this is my kinda title, and I'm gonna keep it that way!" ]
As Jake finishes his sentence, he hears a siren and looks in his rear-view mirror--one of Las Vegas' Finest is chasing after him on a motorbike.
[ BomberJake | "Aw, damnit! Better pull over." ]
[ Tina Latina | "He's just a Mexican bike cop--he only wants your autograph." ]
Jake looks over at Tina and raises an eyebrow as he slows down the golfcart.
[ BomberJake | "The last thing I need is a speeding ticket and points on my license…" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Then let's do what we can to stop that from happening!" ]
Tina, with her spiked heel, presses down on Jakes right foot--the spike forces Jake to move his foot in pain as Tina floors it!
[ BomberJake | "What the hell are you doing?!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Jake, we're criminals--remember Charlie?" ]
[ BomberJake | "That was you!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Ah, but you were there--they'll label you as an accomplice!" ]
[ BomberJake | "But I--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "And this is a golfcart! This isn't street legal!" ]
[ BomberJake | "…yes, but--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Do you even have insurance on this thing?!" ]
Jake gives Tina an odd look, as if he means to say, "What's insurance?".
[ Tina Latina | "I didn't think so." ]
Tinas left foot continues to press down on the accelerator, but the policeman behind them is still trailing after them! Jake can see him radio for back-up.
[ BomberJake | "He's in hot pursuit! And he's calling in more of the NVPD!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Nevada Police, pfft! They let people get away with gambling here!" ]
[ BomberJake | "…you do know it's legal here, righ--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Of course I know it's legal!" ]
Jake looks in the rear-view mirror and sees the cop still on his radio. However, as they go over a patch of sand, the policeman has difficulty and ultimately, his bike slips on the pavement--sparks fly behind them as the policeman scrapes across the road.
[ BomberJake | "Ooooh! That's gotta hoit!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "The same way you're gonna hurt Flame this Thursday! You don't need to put on eyeliner to look tough! You're not some gimmick!" ]
Tina, still pressing on the accelerator hard as ever, is leaving the bike cop in the dust with no sign of any other policemen.
[ BomberJake | "That was close--we were lucky this time!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Luck may've played a role here, Jake, but it won't at Lockdown! It'll take pure, raw drive! And y'know what that drive is, Jake?" ]
Jake looks down at the HWF World Heavyweight Title sitting on his shoulder.
[ Tina Latina | "Exactly!" ]
Jake looks over with a smirk on his face.
[ BomberJake | "This is all the drive I need right here--if that Ronald McDonald wannabe wants to stand toe-to-toe with me, he won't be standing for long! That I guarantee!" ]
The scene fades out to the golfcart roarin' down the road past a sign--"Las Vegas, 3 miles".
[ BomberJake | "How… how could this happen? How could I have lost the tournament?
A cheap shot? A low blow? Yet still legal? I knew it was legal, but that doesn't change the fact that it was cheaper than Shane Ralstons schoolboy pin." ]
The camera comes closer to Jakes face. A clicking noise is heard and a TV turns on--the light from the TV slightly illuminates Jake, displaying the HWF World Heavyweight Title resting on his left shoulder. On the TV is the end of the last man standing match, being played over and over.
[ BomberJake | "Ten seconds… I'd gotten up by the count twice before… how the hell did he stand up? I targeted his knee with those chairshots, six of them! How the hell did he stand up?!" ]
BomberJake sits up and leans closer towards the TV, watching the match intently.
[ BomberJake | "Low blow… Flame Bomb… ten count… I was screwed--this is the DETROIT Screwjob! I was about to BOOM him straight to HELL 'til he used his underhanded tactics!" ]
Jake tosses the remote aside and it can be heard cracking on the concrete floor.
[ BomberJake | "And now the card is made, the matches are set, and I'm defending my HWF World Heavyweight Title against Flame AGAIN! What's worse, I have to go through everything I did at Trial By Fire, and then some--in a barbed wire steel cage, surrounded by a salted moat. A match invented by Flame to tear at the skin and flesh before tossing an opponent into stinging salt water." ]
Just then, the door to the locker room opens and Jake looks over to the door--it's Tina.
[ Tina Latina | "Jake? You okay?" ]
[ BomberJake | "I've been getting better since Sunday, but Flame really did a number on my back." ]
[ Tina Latina | "That Flame Bomb couldn't have been good, not to mention that deep cut above your right eye." ]
Tina walks closer and sees the TV.
[ Tina Latina | "Oh, Jake… please, forget about Trial By Fire--what's done is done and all that's left is Lockdown this week." ]
[ BomberJake | "I vowed I would not lose to a man who worships a planet supposedly made of cheese! I can't believe he got to his feet in time…" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Oh, Jake…" ]
Tina sits down next to Jake and gently runs her delicate fingers through his hair.
[ Tina Latina | "Let's go for a drive to clear your mind--y'know, get some fresh air. You've been in this stuffy locker room for hours now." ]
[ BomberJake | "You're right… it would be a good idea to stretch the legs." ]
Jake stands up from his chair, puts the HWF World Heavyweight Title down, and picks up his jacket from the back of his seat. Tina stands up as Jake puts his jacket on and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his keys. He picks up the title and they walk to the door, shutting it behind them and leaving the TV on in the locker room. In the backstage hall, Jake and Tina have already climbed into his golfcart and are headed for the back exit.
[ BomberJake | "I know Flame invented this match, but who in their right mind thinks of putting a moat around the ring?" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Flame's not thinking in his right mind." ]
[ BomberJake | "Yeah… but he's thinking of something--he beat me on Sunday just by thinking while I was out actually training. There's no point in training if Flame can just sit around, gathering positive energy from aliens and all that bullshit." ]
Jake imitates Flame's rituals and plays "motorboat" in Tinas cleavage. She doesn't seem phased by it, but slowly pushes Jakes face away from her chest.
[ Tina Latina | "I thought we were leaving to escape the thought of Flame." ]
[ BomberJake | "Right… but what's the point of escaping if that won't win me the match? I mean, I'd just fall into a ditch of salty water and--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Forget about escaping--you've just gotta be the last man standing. I know you have it in you! You were robbed of the victory at the Pay-Per-View, but now's the time for you to be at your feet for the ten count! That's all there is to it! Now stop thinking of the match and relax!" ]
[ BomberJake | "Sorry… it's just hard to think of anything else, but I'll try." ]
By now, the golfcart is on the road, somewhere in the Nevada desert. Cactuses fly by at alarming speeds, mere feet from the cart. Tina holds tighter to the passengers seat as BomberJake drives faster.
[ Tina Latina | "Heh, those cactuses are mighty prickly--it'd sting to hit one at the speed we're goin'." ]
[ BomberJake | "Just like it would to hit a barbed wire steel cage--damnit, I can't get it off of my mind! In all my years of wrestling, I've never had to go through anything like this!" ]
Jake is breathing heavily, almost leaning on the steering wheel. Tina looks over without saying anything, but she has a look of worry on her face.
[ BomberJake | "I've climbed ladders, I've fought in a Dennys, I've battled with gardening tools, I've delivered atomic wedgies, I've scaled double-stacked steel cages--I've buried a man ALIVE, but NONE OF THAT compares to what I have to do to Flame this Thursday!" ]
Jake looks over at Tina, then back at the road.
[ BomberJake | "I have to rip open his arms n' legs, then toss him over the steel cage and watch him plummet fifteen, maybe twenty feet, into stinging, salty water! And ensure that he can't stand up by the count of ten! For the love of God, I may have to break his legs!" ]
Tina looks frightened now, scrunched up in shock and fear. BomberJake still looks straight ahead at the desert road and accelerates even more.
[ BomberJake | "This will be more gruesome than I could ever imagine! Having to remove cartilage and put Flame into that kind of pain is the most heartless thing I can do!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "And that's what you will do!" ]
[ BomberJake | "What?!" ]
Tina turns her body and looks at Jake as he keeps the steering wheel steady.
[ Tina Latina | "Remember, Flame booked this match! He's asking for it! He plans to wipe you all over the chainlink fence, into the metal bars, and throw you into the barbed wire--you've never been in this match, so he expects you to lose! But expect the unexpected 'cause you're gonna go in there, put your moral conscience in the back of your mind, and rip him a new one all over that cage!" ]
Jake seems to be taking in what Tina's just said, but she isn't finished.
[ Tina Latina | "You've been in a steel cage before! And like you said earlier, even a double-stacked steel cage! All that's left is the barbed wire, and y'know what that equates to?" ]
Jake doesn't respond, still watching the road and going over what Tina said before.
[ Tina Latina | "HARDCORE! You've competed in numerous federations that had Hardcore Titles! The WWA had one! The OTB had one! Your second match ever was in a triple threat match for the BwFv2 Hardcore Title! You beat six other wrestlers to become the one and ONLY Hardcore Champion of the XCW!" ]
Nothing but silence eminates from BomberJake.
[ Tina Latina | "Jake, I know you're still focused on how you'll get out of this match with the HWF World Heavyweight Title. Y'know why? 'cause you're STILL hardcore!" ]
There isn't a word from Jake until roughly thirty seconds pass. He leans back in his seat, still driving fast, but he has now taken in everything Tina has said.
[ BomberJake | "I haven't tapped into Hardcore Jake for a while now… BwFv2 and XCW are both long gone, and I never faced anyone in the OTB or the WWA for their Hardcore Titles… but I surpassed them." ]
Jake looks over at Tina and grins.
[ BomberJake | "In the WWA, I wouldn't settle for the second-rate title, so I tossed Todd Tellanskis ass out of the battle royale and won myself a shot at the Canadian Title. In the OTB, while Nikki Law was holding the Hardcore Title, I was after the World Heavyweight Title, and I won that too." ]
He looks back to the road, still grinning as he was. The HWF World Heavyweight Title still sits over his shoulder.
[ BomberJake | "I may be STILL hardcore, but I'm also BETTER than hardcore, and now that Flame is fusing them both together, I'm gonna dig deep and bring 'em both to the ring at Lockdown. This may be Flames kinda match, but this is my kinda title, and I'm gonna keep it that way!" ]
As Jake finishes his sentence, he hears a siren and looks in his rear-view mirror--one of Las Vegas' Finest is chasing after him on a motorbike.
[ BomberJake | "Aw, damnit! Better pull over." ]
[ Tina Latina | "He's just a Mexican bike cop--he only wants your autograph." ]
Jake looks over at Tina and raises an eyebrow as he slows down the golfcart.
[ BomberJake | "The last thing I need is a speeding ticket and points on my license…" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Then let's do what we can to stop that from happening!" ]
Tina, with her spiked heel, presses down on Jakes right foot--the spike forces Jake to move his foot in pain as Tina floors it!
[ BomberJake | "What the hell are you doing?!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Jake, we're criminals--remember Charlie?" ]
[ BomberJake | "That was you!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Ah, but you were there--they'll label you as an accomplice!" ]
[ BomberJake | "But I--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "And this is a golfcart! This isn't street legal!" ]
[ BomberJake | "…yes, but--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Do you even have insurance on this thing?!" ]
Jake gives Tina an odd look, as if he means to say, "What's insurance?".
[ Tina Latina | "I didn't think so." ]
Tinas left foot continues to press down on the accelerator, but the policeman behind them is still trailing after them! Jake can see him radio for back-up.
[ BomberJake | "He's in hot pursuit! And he's calling in more of the NVPD!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Nevada Police, pfft! They let people get away with gambling here!" ]
[ BomberJake | "…you do know it's legal here, righ--" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Of course I know it's legal!" ]
Jake looks in the rear-view mirror and sees the cop still on his radio. However, as they go over a patch of sand, the policeman has difficulty and ultimately, his bike slips on the pavement--sparks fly behind them as the policeman scrapes across the road.
[ BomberJake | "Ooooh! That's gotta hoit!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "The same way you're gonna hurt Flame this Thursday! You don't need to put on eyeliner to look tough! You're not some gimmick!" ]
Tina, still pressing on the accelerator hard as ever, is leaving the bike cop in the dust with no sign of any other policemen.
[ BomberJake | "That was close--we were lucky this time!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Luck may've played a role here, Jake, but it won't at Lockdown! It'll take pure, raw drive! And y'know what that drive is, Jake?" ]
Jake looks down at the HWF World Heavyweight Title sitting on his shoulder.
[ Tina Latina | "Exactly!" ]
Jake looks over with a smirk on his face.
[ BomberJake | "This is all the drive I need right here--if that Ronald McDonald wannabe wants to stand toe-to-toe with me, he won't be standing for long! That I guarantee!" ]
The scene fades out to the golfcart roarin' down the road past a sign--"Las Vegas, 3 miles".
