Post by BomberJake on Jul 25, 2006 15:03:58 GMT -5
Somewhere in Indiana, the setting of this Thursdays HWF Lockdown, the superstars are settling into their hotel rooms. It's nearing midnight, but not everyone is obeying the curfew. Late at night, in a seemingly empty boxing ring, who would've thought that BomberJake would be up training with Charlie? Charlie has padded gloves as Jake throws lefts and rights at his hands. Charlie looks like he could use some sleep, but Jake is driven, full of energy with every fist that he throws.
[ Charlie | "Man, we've been here since dinner--talk about a never say die attitude." ]
Jake doesn't respond. He just keeps punching at the gloves.
[ Charlie | "Champ, don't worry about Shane. At least LJ won his match for the team--good to know you're still in the lead." ]
[ BomberJake | "Yes, but by disqualification. Summer knew she would lose so she hired a hitman to cut the lights and sounds during her match and sabotage it." ]
Neither of them say anything for a few seconds, but Jake continues to punch at the gloves as hard as ever.
[ Charlie | * yawn * "Jake, it's gettin' late. Don't you think you should hit the showers?" ]
[ BomberJake | "You don't understand, Charlie."" ]
BomberJake is still punching at Charlies hands, taking heavy breaths between each punch as he's been tiring himself out for hours now.
[ BomberJake | "That loss… opened my eyes. That's why you're helpin' me train right now." ]
[ Charlie | "Jake, it's past 11:30--so what if Shane beat you?" ]
Jake immediately stops punching. Charlie's eyes widen as Jake tightens the tape around his fists.
[ BomberJake | "So what? I'll tell you what--Shane Ralston is the only person since the Legendary Alliance of Wrestlers to hold a win over me. I went through the World Wrestling Alliance and Only The Best wrestling without ever losing a match. I won my debut match in the Hybrid Wrestling Federation, but a week later, Shane put an end to my thirteen match winning streak…" ]
Slowly, Jake walks to a corner of the ring and picks up a water bottle. He takes a long drink from it before putting the cap back on and placing it back on the mat.
[ BomberJake | "Now he's gonna go around, demanding the next title shot 'cause he pinned the champ--that sorry excuse for a pin. No hook of the leg, no pressure on the chest… it was very non-chalant. You think I'm gonna let him get away with that?" ]
[ Charlie | "Not with you, Jake." ]
[ BomberJake | "That's right. Y'know why? 'cause I've pinned the top champ too--I pinned Saint in the WWA when he was the champ, and what did I get? A steel cage match with Deshaun to impress Saint, as if I hadn't done that already. And if that wasn't enough, the winner of the match would face Saint in two weeks in a non-title match! I was getting nowhere! I never even got to taste the fruits of that victory, and neither will Shane. He'd better take a number 'cause the line is growing." ]
Jake moves towards the ropes and climbs out of the ring--he grabs the water bottle and chucks it in a gym bag. He loads some more items into the gym bag as he speaks.
[ BomberJake | "First, the fatal four way at One Ring left Deamon Cohln wanting more. Then Bloodbath called me out, but nobody's seen him since then, or any member of Hells Army for that matter. THEN I face the Director Of Authority, Shane Ralston, who wins 'cause some bastard on the HybriTron trys to send out a message. If he wants some, he'd better come n' get it, 'cause if you want to step up to the champ, you've gotta do it face-to-face." ]
Jake slings the gym bag over his shoulder as Charlie puts his gloves away. Jake takes a seat on the bunch and undoes the tape around his hands.
[ BomberJake | "I tell ya, Team Jake is getting screwed! LJ was THIS CLOSE to becoming the UN-Limited X Champion 'til Summer got disqualified, and this mysterious stalker of mine kept me from winning the match--do you know how close I was to hitting The BOOM on Ralston?!" ]
[ Charlie | "More close than I could possibly imagine." ]
[ BomberJake | "You're damn right! That damn video caught me off guard, but it won't happen again! I swear it, no matter who I'm facing! Whether it's Deshaun Smith, Willie Bard, Deamon Cohln, Bloodbath, or Shane Ralston again, I will NOT have a slip up like that, EVER." ]
Jake rips the last of the tape off of his hands and chucks it across the room. It's difficult to see where the tape lands as the room is dimly lit. Jake takes several deep breaths before continuing.
[ BomberJake | "When Shane Ralston pinned me at Lockdown, he ended my winning streak--an undefeated streak that spanned three federations. He put a stain on my perfect record. But I'm not mad at Shane--it might've been a cheap win, but my shoulders were down. I'm mad at that son of a bitch that lit up the HybriTron and stuck his nose where it didn't belong. That match was between Shane Ralston and I, nobody else. Whoever it is that's after my title better rear his ugly head before I have to start a game of hide n' seek. He's reponsible for more than just a loss--he's responsible for a whole lot more, and he'll find that out when I get my grubby little hands on him." ]
Jake stands up from the bench and walks out the door with Charlie. It slams shut and a camera outside catches up with them--it is rather quiet. There is no one to be seen on the street as BomberJake and Charlie read the street signs.
[ Charlie | "Hey, where's your golfcart?" ]
[ BomberJake | "Remember? We parked it in the underground parking lot across the street." ]
[ Charlie | "What?! You mean we have to go across the street to get to your golfcart?!" ]
[ BomberJake | "Yup!" ]
BomberJake runs out into the crosswalk on his way across the street.
[ Charlie | "Son of a--" ]
Charlie takes one step onto the street and out of nowhere comes an orange Lamborghini Murciélago--it hits Charlie dead on and he flies across the intersection at an alarming speed. BomberJake rushes over to Charlies aid, praying for a miracle. The driver cuts the engine and rushes over as well. Jake is shocked to find out that the driver of the Lamborghini is--
[ BomberJake | "TINA!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Jake! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I hit Charlie! Is he okay?" ]
[ BomberJake | "What the hell kinda question is that?! He just got hit by a sports car!" ]
As BomberJake stands over Charlies lifeless body, Tina turns her attention to the Murciélago.
[ Tina Latina | "The car! It's totaled!" ]
[ BomberJake | "So is Charlie! Show some compassion for Christs sake!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "I'm sorry, I just… I can't go to jail!" ]
In the distance, sirens can be heard.
[ Tina Latina | "Oh my God! Jake, where are your keys?!" ]
[ BomberJake | "I'm not gonna tell you! Not for your sick--" ]
Before Jake can finish his sentence, Tina plants a long, passionate kiss on Jakes lips. Jake is somewhat stunned and, without saying a word, reaches in his pocket and pulls out his keys.
[ Tina Latina | "To the hotel, c'mon!" ]
Tina Latina starts running in the direction of the underground parking lot. BomberJake sits up and tries to get to his feet.
[ BomberJake | "Wait, you can't do that! That's grand theft auto! Er… something like that!" ]
Tina jumps into the drivers seat and starts the engine--she puts it in reverse and Jake jumps in after her.
[ BomberJake | "This is bad! Really, really bad! Hit n' run, stolen vehicles, evading police, MURDER!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Don't tell me you haven't broken the law your share of times." ]
[ BomberJake | "Yeah, but not like this! Never like this!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Oh, shut up and kiss me!" ]
Once again, Tina leans in and lays a big kiss on Jake, putting him in a daze for several seconds. The golfcart pulls out of the parking lot and speeds away--the scene fades out to them dashing down the street, leaving Charlie a bloody mess.
[ Charlie | "Man, we've been here since dinner--talk about a never say die attitude." ]
Jake doesn't respond. He just keeps punching at the gloves.
[ Charlie | "Champ, don't worry about Shane. At least LJ won his match for the team--good to know you're still in the lead." ]
[ BomberJake | "Yes, but by disqualification. Summer knew she would lose so she hired a hitman to cut the lights and sounds during her match and sabotage it." ]
Neither of them say anything for a few seconds, but Jake continues to punch at the gloves as hard as ever.
[ Charlie | * yawn * "Jake, it's gettin' late. Don't you think you should hit the showers?" ]
[ BomberJake | "You don't understand, Charlie."" ]
BomberJake is still punching at Charlies hands, taking heavy breaths between each punch as he's been tiring himself out for hours now.
[ BomberJake | "That loss… opened my eyes. That's why you're helpin' me train right now." ]
[ Charlie | "Jake, it's past 11:30--so what if Shane beat you?" ]
Jake immediately stops punching. Charlie's eyes widen as Jake tightens the tape around his fists.
[ BomberJake | "So what? I'll tell you what--Shane Ralston is the only person since the Legendary Alliance of Wrestlers to hold a win over me. I went through the World Wrestling Alliance and Only The Best wrestling without ever losing a match. I won my debut match in the Hybrid Wrestling Federation, but a week later, Shane put an end to my thirteen match winning streak…" ]
Slowly, Jake walks to a corner of the ring and picks up a water bottle. He takes a long drink from it before putting the cap back on and placing it back on the mat.
[ BomberJake | "Now he's gonna go around, demanding the next title shot 'cause he pinned the champ--that sorry excuse for a pin. No hook of the leg, no pressure on the chest… it was very non-chalant. You think I'm gonna let him get away with that?" ]
[ Charlie | "Not with you, Jake." ]
[ BomberJake | "That's right. Y'know why? 'cause I've pinned the top champ too--I pinned Saint in the WWA when he was the champ, and what did I get? A steel cage match with Deshaun to impress Saint, as if I hadn't done that already. And if that wasn't enough, the winner of the match would face Saint in two weeks in a non-title match! I was getting nowhere! I never even got to taste the fruits of that victory, and neither will Shane. He'd better take a number 'cause the line is growing." ]
Jake moves towards the ropes and climbs out of the ring--he grabs the water bottle and chucks it in a gym bag. He loads some more items into the gym bag as he speaks.
[ BomberJake | "First, the fatal four way at One Ring left Deamon Cohln wanting more. Then Bloodbath called me out, but nobody's seen him since then, or any member of Hells Army for that matter. THEN I face the Director Of Authority, Shane Ralston, who wins 'cause some bastard on the HybriTron trys to send out a message. If he wants some, he'd better come n' get it, 'cause if you want to step up to the champ, you've gotta do it face-to-face." ]
Jake slings the gym bag over his shoulder as Charlie puts his gloves away. Jake takes a seat on the bunch and undoes the tape around his hands.
[ BomberJake | "I tell ya, Team Jake is getting screwed! LJ was THIS CLOSE to becoming the UN-Limited X Champion 'til Summer got disqualified, and this mysterious stalker of mine kept me from winning the match--do you know how close I was to hitting The BOOM on Ralston?!" ]
[ Charlie | "More close than I could possibly imagine." ]
[ BomberJake | "You're damn right! That damn video caught me off guard, but it won't happen again! I swear it, no matter who I'm facing! Whether it's Deshaun Smith, Willie Bard, Deamon Cohln, Bloodbath, or Shane Ralston again, I will NOT have a slip up like that, EVER." ]
Jake rips the last of the tape off of his hands and chucks it across the room. It's difficult to see where the tape lands as the room is dimly lit. Jake takes several deep breaths before continuing.
[ BomberJake | "When Shane Ralston pinned me at Lockdown, he ended my winning streak--an undefeated streak that spanned three federations. He put a stain on my perfect record. But I'm not mad at Shane--it might've been a cheap win, but my shoulders were down. I'm mad at that son of a bitch that lit up the HybriTron and stuck his nose where it didn't belong. That match was between Shane Ralston and I, nobody else. Whoever it is that's after my title better rear his ugly head before I have to start a game of hide n' seek. He's reponsible for more than just a loss--he's responsible for a whole lot more, and he'll find that out when I get my grubby little hands on him." ]
Jake stands up from the bench and walks out the door with Charlie. It slams shut and a camera outside catches up with them--it is rather quiet. There is no one to be seen on the street as BomberJake and Charlie read the street signs.
[ Charlie | "Hey, where's your golfcart?" ]
[ BomberJake | "Remember? We parked it in the underground parking lot across the street." ]
[ Charlie | "What?! You mean we have to go across the street to get to your golfcart?!" ]
[ BomberJake | "Yup!" ]
BomberJake runs out into the crosswalk on his way across the street.
[ Charlie | "Son of a--" ]
Charlie takes one step onto the street and out of nowhere comes an orange Lamborghini Murciélago--it hits Charlie dead on and he flies across the intersection at an alarming speed. BomberJake rushes over to Charlies aid, praying for a miracle. The driver cuts the engine and rushes over as well. Jake is shocked to find out that the driver of the Lamborghini is--
[ BomberJake | "TINA!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Jake! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I hit Charlie! Is he okay?" ]
[ BomberJake | "What the hell kinda question is that?! He just got hit by a sports car!" ]
As BomberJake stands over Charlies lifeless body, Tina turns her attention to the Murciélago.
[ Tina Latina | "The car! It's totaled!" ]
[ BomberJake | "So is Charlie! Show some compassion for Christs sake!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "I'm sorry, I just… I can't go to jail!" ]
In the distance, sirens can be heard.
[ Tina Latina | "Oh my God! Jake, where are your keys?!" ]
[ BomberJake | "I'm not gonna tell you! Not for your sick--" ]
Before Jake can finish his sentence, Tina plants a long, passionate kiss on Jakes lips. Jake is somewhat stunned and, without saying a word, reaches in his pocket and pulls out his keys.
[ Tina Latina | "To the hotel, c'mon!" ]
Tina Latina starts running in the direction of the underground parking lot. BomberJake sits up and tries to get to his feet.
[ BomberJake | "Wait, you can't do that! That's grand theft auto! Er… something like that!" ]
Tina jumps into the drivers seat and starts the engine--she puts it in reverse and Jake jumps in after her.
[ BomberJake | "This is bad! Really, really bad! Hit n' run, stolen vehicles, evading police, MURDER!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Don't tell me you haven't broken the law your share of times." ]
[ BomberJake | "Yeah, but not like this! Never like this!" ]
[ Tina Latina | "Oh, shut up and kiss me!" ]
Once again, Tina leans in and lays a big kiss on Jake, putting him in a daze for several seconds. The golfcart pulls out of the parking lot and speeds away--the scene fades out to them dashing down the street, leaving Charlie a bloody mess.
Rest In Peace
Charles
Charles
