What Doesn't Kill Me: from JK to The Revenant...
Mar 31, 2020 14:20:26 GMT -5
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Post by The Revenant on Mar 31, 2020 14:20:26 GMT -5
A TV feed filled with that obnoxious snow spews to life and suddenly after a crackle the image of Vincent Pryde sitting in a shotty bingo hall with a black sheet backdrop behind him, comes to life. Pryde sits with a young neckbearded man with that "It's still real to me, Jimmy" glazed look in his eyes who can barely hold back his shaking microphone.
"Leon Frost here and I am elated to have the one and only Vincent Pryde here as my guest on In The Cage today. Thanks for venturing out in this Coronavirus pandemic to put on such a show like the one we saw tonight."
Pryde leans back in his black steel chair and he crosses his right leg over his left.
"It was nothing, Leo… I obviously can't call my company New Blood Wrestling anymore thanks to my absolute love for money and Action Wrestling's absolute love for acquiring everything popular under one roof… But New Blackout Wrestling is taking off faster than toilet paper at a Walmart at this moment. We've got talent that hasn't even been seen yet and some of the old are still loyal to me as well… Since they weren't on the list of wanted talent by AW or didn't venture off to APW. We still got depth is what I'm trying to say…"
"Well NBW part deux is something to be admired man and when you put on that Blackout main event, god how inviting it is to the fans. You've literally created something intimate and connective to the fans from a personal human level. How'd you come up with it?"
Pryde smirks.
"You want me to give away all my secrets, Leo? Heh, well it all started with the name of course… Blackout… Then it hit me, turn off the lights and let those flashlights and phones light up the match, since the fans love that shite! The people surely didn't know what to expect at first, but you saw their faces when the match was over… They were ecstatic! They had the time of their lives and that's what NBW is all about."
Leon nods along.
"I'm happy for you for sure… Before, you were talking about your old talent sticking it out with you… Did you happen to hear who's coming back?"
Pryde rubs his chin and then shrugs.
"I have no place for that piece of shit Kaine family, I'll tell you that."
"No, not them, we're getting the long awaited return of Jake Karnes, dude."
Pryde's eyes go wide for a second.
"That joker? Ha, Mr. Good Guy, Just Kidding Jake Karnes is returning, huh? God that guy was a great comedy act, it's a shame he could never defend that NBW World title he won…"
Pryde snarls a bit behind his fake laugh.
"Well he's not coming to NBW… So who grabbed him up? Don't tell me it was that knuckle dragging company, Outlaw Pro Wrestling…"
Leon shakes his head no.
"Nope, he's officially signed to Alpha Pro Wrestling and god man, you haven't seen him as of late?"
"If I had I probably would spat in his face for leaving my company without a champion all those years ago! Where the hell has he been, Bornio kicking it with Jimmy Hoffa?"
"Um… He nearly died, Vincent… One of your boys left him for dead after that show in Detroit all those years ago…"
Pryde scoffs.
"Well, it seems like Cassidy Kaine didn't have the balls to finish the job, now did he? Fucking rookie, let him live and my company didn't have a World champion after that… For fuck sake, why do you think that fucking Masuda guy was able to swoop in to cripple us enough for AW to buy us? Every domino was lined up for Pryde to fall down with THEM!"
The screen stops on Vincent Pryde enraged and the camera pulls back to show a man with long and blonde scraggly hair with streaks of grey that matches his beard. He turns from the screen and looks to the camera in front of him.
"That man is such a blood sucking bastard…"
The man shakes his head and the camera pulls back to notice he's wearing a black t-shirt that says What Doesn't Kill Me in red writing with white under lines. The look on his face is a bit calm if not annoyed by Vincent Pryde's face on the frozen screen.
"Hi, the name's Jake Karnes and I gotta say it has been a long time coming to get to that next tier in my career. I've been running that lazy journeyman lifestyle, a regular rambling man if you will, playing it up on the independents. But it was that goatsucker who truly fucked me, pardon my poor french. I was having a good old time just being the one and only, Just Kidding Jake Karnes. I was a jokester who could work any dead crowd… I truly had a gift…"
Jake nods with a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"The fans loved me because I wasn't afraid to be ME. I went out there and I entertained! But what happened to that guy? What happened to the joking, laughing guy?"
Jake points a finger pistol at the camera with his right hand.
"Bang, he was gone in an instant… Believed to be dead and gone… Believed to be the guy who couldn't really be World champion… Believed to be the guy who couldn't compete hard enough to make it to that next level…"
Jake shakes his head softly and nonchalantly shrugs.
"But as I said… BANG, it was all washed away… Now I have adopted the moniker of The Revenant and I am back to prove that little shit he was wrong about me!"
Jake shows his shirt to the camera.
"This is more than a t-shirt available at ProWrestlingTees.com… What Doesn't Kill Me is my driving factor in my life now… I was given a second shot at this game we call life and I am not backing down from anything or anyone… I was left out in the cold in NBW and even that short stint of when it went japanese I wasn't good enough for that Jubei fella… I will not allow myself to be regulated to the bench in the locker rooms… I will not be the perpetual curtain jerker day in and day out… I'm going to navigate the Alpha Pro Wrestling waters better than anyone before me, because I literally have nothing to lose…"
Jake spreads his arms out to the camera.
"APW… I've already been shot once, so here's YOUR CHANCE… GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"
Jake nods with a slight smile on his face and the camera returns to the image of Vincent Pryde pissed off beyond belief.
"Leon Frost here and I am elated to have the one and only Vincent Pryde here as my guest on In The Cage today. Thanks for venturing out in this Coronavirus pandemic to put on such a show like the one we saw tonight."
Pryde leans back in his black steel chair and he crosses his right leg over his left.
"It was nothing, Leo… I obviously can't call my company New Blood Wrestling anymore thanks to my absolute love for money and Action Wrestling's absolute love for acquiring everything popular under one roof… But New Blackout Wrestling is taking off faster than toilet paper at a Walmart at this moment. We've got talent that hasn't even been seen yet and some of the old are still loyal to me as well… Since they weren't on the list of wanted talent by AW or didn't venture off to APW. We still got depth is what I'm trying to say…"
"Well NBW part deux is something to be admired man and when you put on that Blackout main event, god how inviting it is to the fans. You've literally created something intimate and connective to the fans from a personal human level. How'd you come up with it?"
Pryde smirks.
"You want me to give away all my secrets, Leo? Heh, well it all started with the name of course… Blackout… Then it hit me, turn off the lights and let those flashlights and phones light up the match, since the fans love that shite! The people surely didn't know what to expect at first, but you saw their faces when the match was over… They were ecstatic! They had the time of their lives and that's what NBW is all about."
Leon nods along.
"I'm happy for you for sure… Before, you were talking about your old talent sticking it out with you… Did you happen to hear who's coming back?"
Pryde rubs his chin and then shrugs.
"I have no place for that piece of shit Kaine family, I'll tell you that."
"No, not them, we're getting the long awaited return of Jake Karnes, dude."
Pryde's eyes go wide for a second.
"That joker? Ha, Mr. Good Guy, Just Kidding Jake Karnes is returning, huh? God that guy was a great comedy act, it's a shame he could never defend that NBW World title he won…"
Pryde snarls a bit behind his fake laugh.
"Well he's not coming to NBW… So who grabbed him up? Don't tell me it was that knuckle dragging company, Outlaw Pro Wrestling…"
Leon shakes his head no.
"Nope, he's officially signed to Alpha Pro Wrestling and god man, you haven't seen him as of late?"
"If I had I probably would spat in his face for leaving my company without a champion all those years ago! Where the hell has he been, Bornio kicking it with Jimmy Hoffa?"
"Um… He nearly died, Vincent… One of your boys left him for dead after that show in Detroit all those years ago…"
Pryde scoffs.
"Well, it seems like Cassidy Kaine didn't have the balls to finish the job, now did he? Fucking rookie, let him live and my company didn't have a World champion after that… For fuck sake, why do you think that fucking Masuda guy was able to swoop in to cripple us enough for AW to buy us? Every domino was lined up for Pryde to fall down with THEM!"
The screen stops on Vincent Pryde enraged and the camera pulls back to show a man with long and blonde scraggly hair with streaks of grey that matches his beard. He turns from the screen and looks to the camera in front of him.
"That man is such a blood sucking bastard…"
The man shakes his head and the camera pulls back to notice he's wearing a black t-shirt that says What Doesn't Kill Me in red writing with white under lines. The look on his face is a bit calm if not annoyed by Vincent Pryde's face on the frozen screen.
"Hi, the name's Jake Karnes and I gotta say it has been a long time coming to get to that next tier in my career. I've been running that lazy journeyman lifestyle, a regular rambling man if you will, playing it up on the independents. But it was that goatsucker who truly fucked me, pardon my poor french. I was having a good old time just being the one and only, Just Kidding Jake Karnes. I was a jokester who could work any dead crowd… I truly had a gift…"
Jake nods with a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"The fans loved me because I wasn't afraid to be ME. I went out there and I entertained! But what happened to that guy? What happened to the joking, laughing guy?"
Jake points a finger pistol at the camera with his right hand.
"Bang, he was gone in an instant… Believed to be dead and gone… Believed to be the guy who couldn't really be World champion… Believed to be the guy who couldn't compete hard enough to make it to that next level…"
Jake shakes his head softly and nonchalantly shrugs.
"But as I said… BANG, it was all washed away… Now I have adopted the moniker of The Revenant and I am back to prove that little shit he was wrong about me!"
Jake shows his shirt to the camera.
"This is more than a t-shirt available at ProWrestlingTees.com… What Doesn't Kill Me is my driving factor in my life now… I was given a second shot at this game we call life and I am not backing down from anything or anyone… I was left out in the cold in NBW and even that short stint of when it went japanese I wasn't good enough for that Jubei fella… I will not allow myself to be regulated to the bench in the locker rooms… I will not be the perpetual curtain jerker day in and day out… I'm going to navigate the Alpha Pro Wrestling waters better than anyone before me, because I literally have nothing to lose…"
Jake spreads his arms out to the camera.
"APW… I've already been shot once, so here's YOUR CHANCE… GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"
Jake nods with a slight smile on his face and the camera returns to the image of Vincent Pryde pissed off beyond belief.
