Post by J.C. Keeton on Sept 2, 2020 12:33:31 GMT -5
We open to JC Keeton, clad in jeans and a green t-shirt, standing between two trees. One tree is tall, healthy, full of leaves and flourishing. The other is puny, void of leaves, dried up, and dying with mold growing on it.
"As I expected, Deruty didn't do the right thing and add me to the main event at the last CruiserClash. He started the night off saying "if'' I won I'd get an even bigger opportunity. First off what is this "if" shit? Me beating Kaine was a foregone conclusion. Then I wait to find out who I've got next thinking it'll be Kaz or Teo and it's fucking Sara Pettis. Are you serious? Even after everything I said to make Damien's accomplishments seem as mediocre as they are at least he's held gold and won some big matches in AW. On what planet is a grieving widow who can't even speak for herself and no one would give two shits about had her husband not died more of a challenge than a guy who held the Television title and challenged for the Cruiserweight title on multiple occasions? Sue Cooley would have been more of a challenge."
JC shakes his head in disgust and looks at the dying tree.
"Wrestling is the family business right Sara? Mother, father, step father, uncle, brothers, dead husband, the list goes on. What a disappointment it must have been for your parents that you're so bad at this. The only reason you're relevant and receiving the kind of fan fare you have lately is because you took dick from a washed up wrestler 14 years older than you, married him, and rode his coattails until Frank Lowe rid the world of the fucking pedophile. Now you're the flavor of the month while everyone memorializes that piece of shit all while ignoring the fact he was in high school when you were born. Sick fuck. I dunno who took advantage of who in that situation."
Now JC focuses his attention on the other tree, the healthy one.
"We both come from wrestling families though, Sara. I don't go listing mine off to everyone that'll listen but everyone knows my Dad. He held 11 World Championships and they were won in some of the biggest promotions in the world not some niche flea market show like SFT or wherever else your family slummed it up cause they knew they couldn't hack it in the big leagues. Had my birth mother not succumbed to her demons at such a young age she surely would have been a World Champion as well. Three uncles and an aunt also were World Champions. None of this step this, step that, this is in my blood. I was born and bred to be a championship caliber professional wrestler. They used to call me a blue chip prospect but they were wrong I'm not a blue chipper I'm the fucking blueprint."
With one hand JC shoves the dead tree and it topples over roots and all.
"Comparing our lineages is like comparing you and me when it comes to our importance to the Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Division. I was the champion and all I need is the opportunity and I will be again. You had a very undeserved chance to get a shot at my title that Kaz is holding for me in the #1 contender match last week and you blew it like it was Gust's rotting corpse. There is no comparison. I'm not just going to out wrestle you I'm gonna out EVERYTHING you. After I put an end to this farce that is you being an actual threat to anyone with real talent in the division I built I'm going to demand real competition that puts me on the path to where I belong which is on the very top sitting on a throne reigning over my Cruiserweight kingdom. If I don't get it I'm going to slap the shit out of the second ever AW World Champion and maybe he'll step out from behind the desk, dust his boots off, and I'll embarrass him worse than my old man did 10 years ago."
End.
"As I expected, Deruty didn't do the right thing and add me to the main event at the last CruiserClash. He started the night off saying "if'' I won I'd get an even bigger opportunity. First off what is this "if" shit? Me beating Kaine was a foregone conclusion. Then I wait to find out who I've got next thinking it'll be Kaz or Teo and it's fucking Sara Pettis. Are you serious? Even after everything I said to make Damien's accomplishments seem as mediocre as they are at least he's held gold and won some big matches in AW. On what planet is a grieving widow who can't even speak for herself and no one would give two shits about had her husband not died more of a challenge than a guy who held the Television title and challenged for the Cruiserweight title on multiple occasions? Sue Cooley would have been more of a challenge."
JC shakes his head in disgust and looks at the dying tree.
"Wrestling is the family business right Sara? Mother, father, step father, uncle, brothers, dead husband, the list goes on. What a disappointment it must have been for your parents that you're so bad at this. The only reason you're relevant and receiving the kind of fan fare you have lately is because you took dick from a washed up wrestler 14 years older than you, married him, and rode his coattails until Frank Lowe rid the world of the fucking pedophile. Now you're the flavor of the month while everyone memorializes that piece of shit all while ignoring the fact he was in high school when you were born. Sick fuck. I dunno who took advantage of who in that situation."
Now JC focuses his attention on the other tree, the healthy one.
"We both come from wrestling families though, Sara. I don't go listing mine off to everyone that'll listen but everyone knows my Dad. He held 11 World Championships and they were won in some of the biggest promotions in the world not some niche flea market show like SFT or wherever else your family slummed it up cause they knew they couldn't hack it in the big leagues. Had my birth mother not succumbed to her demons at such a young age she surely would have been a World Champion as well. Three uncles and an aunt also were World Champions. None of this step this, step that, this is in my blood. I was born and bred to be a championship caliber professional wrestler. They used to call me a blue chip prospect but they were wrong I'm not a blue chipper I'm the fucking blueprint."
With one hand JC shoves the dead tree and it topples over roots and all.
"Comparing our lineages is like comparing you and me when it comes to our importance to the Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Division. I was the champion and all I need is the opportunity and I will be again. You had a very undeserved chance to get a shot at my title that Kaz is holding for me in the #1 contender match last week and you blew it like it was Gust's rotting corpse. There is no comparison. I'm not just going to out wrestle you I'm gonna out EVERYTHING you. After I put an end to this farce that is you being an actual threat to anyone with real talent in the division I built I'm going to demand real competition that puts me on the path to where I belong which is on the very top sitting on a throne reigning over my Cruiserweight kingdom. If I don't get it I'm going to slap the shit out of the second ever AW World Champion and maybe he'll step out from behind the desk, dust his boots off, and I'll embarrass him worse than my old man did 10 years ago."
End.