Post by Homeland Security on Aug 8, 2016 22:33:53 GMT -5
The scene begins and we see a shot of Jason Phoenix standing in the middle of a graveyard inside an empty grave.
"The Living Legend” Jason Phoenix: "I want you to get a feel of the suffering I experience every day in and out. I want you to look into the eyes of Phoenix and see it for yourself. Prepare yourself for the Phoenix has his eyes set on you!”
Jason Phoenix sits up from the grave as he uses the sides of the grave to help him up to his feet. He pulls himself up on solid land as he looks down at the grave. He holds his hands out as he begins to pray over it. Lighting starts to strike preceded by loud thunder. The scene fades to black and after a couple seconds the view slowly zooms out to reveal a television screen. The television is mounted on a wall adorned with rustic looking stained oak and as the view zooms out even more the room appears to be a private bar area. A pool table is set in the middle of the room and the remaining walls are adorned with several photos and other memorabilia. The view focuses on one of the photos, one containing former NAW superstar Theodore Justice standing alongside Luke Savage in front of a Sikorsky HH-60 Pave Hawk helicopter. Both are geared up in their marine attire and surrounding them are several other marines all posing for the photo with smiles on their faces. The camera view then pans away from the photo and over to the bar area set in the back of the room. Luke Savage is seen sitting on a stool in front of the bar and he’s aiming a TV remote up at the television where Jason Phoenix’s promo was just playing. The screen goes black and Luke turns to face the camera as it focuses on him.
Luke: Well Jason Phoenix…if you want me to suffer you’re sure as hell off to a good start. Tryin’ to listen to you talk and make a point just about gave me a headache already…and we ain’t even in the ring yet. It’s time’s like this when I really wish my cousin Teddy were still here to help decipher some of this nonsense that you got spillin’ out of your mouth. “My word is my vow and I vow to you what I intend to do to you at Hall of Fame.”
Luke thinks for a few moments, a confused look in his eyes before he just shakes his head.
Luke: I’ll probably be scratchin’ my head for a few days on that one. Doesn’t seem to make much sense. In fact, I’m not even sure you’re plannin’ on fightin’ me anymore after hearin’ this promo. I mean you want to tie me up and suffocate me? What kind of fetish you after Jason? It’s soundin’ like maybe you’re lookin’ for somebody to replace that queen of yours. Can’t blame you I guess. She’s about as charmin’ as a dried up turd. And me? Well I am pretty damned good lookin’ ain’t I?
Luke laughs.
Luke: Anyway, this is a fight we’re about to get into at Hall of Fame...or at least I hope it still is…so neither one of us has to make sense anyway right? We just have to be ready to start throwin’ these bad boys right here once that bell get to ringin’.
Luke holds up his balled fists briefly to the camera.
Luke: So if you want to keep playin’ in the graveyard and babblin’ on about being some sort of satan worshipin’ jackass, then so be it. It’s a free country. But me? I ain’t never been one for that kind of stuff. I’ve always been the kind of guy who likes to view the world for what it is, either good or bad. Sure, I might be viewing it through beer goggles now and again, but hey like I said…free country. But playin’ in the graveyard and actin’ like you’re the devil who can shoot lighting from your hands? Nah, they don’t brew enough beer in America to make that look appealing to me. I mean, when I was a kid that might have sounded like a little fun, but coming from a grown man knocking on the door to bein’ 40 years old? I don’t know it just seems kinda weird to me. But you’ve already shown that you are certainly one weird son of a bitch Jason so I guess it’s to be expected. However, even though you had a hard time with your delivery right there in that video, I did manage to grasp a few of the highlights. For example, your take on our match on Meltdown last week when I teamed with Mad Man Simon and took on you and your slave…er’ I mean associate, Mike Smith. You accused somebody of callin’ your win a fluke didn’t you?
Luke again looks confused.
Luke: I’m not sure if it’s the voices in your head messin’ with you or just your guilty conscience showin’…but I don’t remember anybody ever sayin’ your win last week was a fluke. That don’t mean it didn’t happen though…I do drink a lot of beer on the weekends and I tend to forget a few things occasionally. But anyway, we both know that Mad Man Simon was never in that fight to begin with so even if somebody did call it a fluke…how can you really argue that it wasn’t? It was easy pickins’ for you and your partner once you got him in the ring. And you know what? There ain’t no shame in that. Mad Mad Simon had no business even bein’ out there in the first place. He’s a damned quitter. Who in the hell starts a war with somebody and then doesn’t stick around to see it though? That ain’t nobody I want in my corner. It didn’t hurt me a bit watching him get his ass handed to him because that’s what he deserved. So if you think I cared about anything that happened inside that ring last week to Mad Man Simon, you been drinkin’ a hell of a lot more than I have.
Luke laughs again.
Luke: Aside from your take on our match last Meltdown Jason, I also took note at the injuries you claimed to have sustained workin’ in the wrestlin’ business. You said you’ve broken bones after bones…your back a couple of times, your neck several times…and I can tell just by hearin’ you talk that you’ve clearly suffered numerous blows to the head. So yeah, I gotta admit that I do have respect for the people who have paved the way for men and women like myself to come into this business. But still, don’t think you’ve impressed me with your list of injuries. I’ve bounced back from injuries that would make inferior men like yourself whimper like a little baby for months. So spare me the details on how you hurt your girlish figure inside the wrestin’ ring Jason because I ain’t buyin’ it. You see, while you were standin’ in your mommy & daddy’s basement as a teenager lookin’ in the mirror and wonderin’ what gimmick you were gonna come up with in order to begin your wrestlin’ career, I was preparin’ to fight real battles on foreign soil. While you were a young adult and wrestlin’ in some low budget casino or some weddin’ hall for a hundred bucks a show I was overseas protectin’ our freedom and fightin’ for my life. So don’t try to talk to me about injuries and death because I’ve stared the devil right in the face more times than I can count. And you know what Jason, I’m fixin’ to let you in on a little secret…
Luke leans in towards the camera and puts his hand to his mouth like he’s about to whisper a secret.
Luke: You ain’t him! So if you want to continue this charade then by all means, be my guest. Hell, I guess Halloween is only a few months away isn’t it. But if you want get serious and settle this once and for all then take my advice; climb up out of that hole you just dug, go home to your trailer park and take a shower for cryin’ out loud, and then get your ass to the gym and prepare for what’s to come at Hall of Fame. Because once that bell sounds Jason and the referee tells us to “get it on” there ain’t gonna be no funny business like you’re hopin’. Ain’t nobody getting’ tied up, or suffocated, or spanked, or whatever else you have cookin’ in that goofy brain of yours. The only thing that’s gonna happen at Hall of Fame when we meet inside the ring is you and I are going to war…
Luke’s smile disappears and is replaced by a much more serious expression as he leans in and points at himself with his thumb and growls into the camera.
Luke: …and I’m fixin’ to be the only one walkin’ away from it!
Luke continues to glare into the camera as the scene fades.
"The Living Legend” Jason Phoenix: "I want you to get a feel of the suffering I experience every day in and out. I want you to look into the eyes of Phoenix and see it for yourself. Prepare yourself for the Phoenix has his eyes set on you!”
Jason Phoenix sits up from the grave as he uses the sides of the grave to help him up to his feet. He pulls himself up on solid land as he looks down at the grave. He holds his hands out as he begins to pray over it. Lighting starts to strike preceded by loud thunder. The scene fades to black and after a couple seconds the view slowly zooms out to reveal a television screen. The television is mounted on a wall adorned with rustic looking stained oak and as the view zooms out even more the room appears to be a private bar area. A pool table is set in the middle of the room and the remaining walls are adorned with several photos and other memorabilia. The view focuses on one of the photos, one containing former NAW superstar Theodore Justice standing alongside Luke Savage in front of a Sikorsky HH-60 Pave Hawk helicopter. Both are geared up in their marine attire and surrounding them are several other marines all posing for the photo with smiles on their faces. The camera view then pans away from the photo and over to the bar area set in the back of the room. Luke Savage is seen sitting on a stool in front of the bar and he’s aiming a TV remote up at the television where Jason Phoenix’s promo was just playing. The screen goes black and Luke turns to face the camera as it focuses on him.
Luke: Well Jason Phoenix…if you want me to suffer you’re sure as hell off to a good start. Tryin’ to listen to you talk and make a point just about gave me a headache already…and we ain’t even in the ring yet. It’s time’s like this when I really wish my cousin Teddy were still here to help decipher some of this nonsense that you got spillin’ out of your mouth. “My word is my vow and I vow to you what I intend to do to you at Hall of Fame.”
Luke thinks for a few moments, a confused look in his eyes before he just shakes his head.
Luke: I’ll probably be scratchin’ my head for a few days on that one. Doesn’t seem to make much sense. In fact, I’m not even sure you’re plannin’ on fightin’ me anymore after hearin’ this promo. I mean you want to tie me up and suffocate me? What kind of fetish you after Jason? It’s soundin’ like maybe you’re lookin’ for somebody to replace that queen of yours. Can’t blame you I guess. She’s about as charmin’ as a dried up turd. And me? Well I am pretty damned good lookin’ ain’t I?
Luke laughs.
Luke: Anyway, this is a fight we’re about to get into at Hall of Fame...or at least I hope it still is…so neither one of us has to make sense anyway right? We just have to be ready to start throwin’ these bad boys right here once that bell get to ringin’.
Luke holds up his balled fists briefly to the camera.
Luke: So if you want to keep playin’ in the graveyard and babblin’ on about being some sort of satan worshipin’ jackass, then so be it. It’s a free country. But me? I ain’t never been one for that kind of stuff. I’ve always been the kind of guy who likes to view the world for what it is, either good or bad. Sure, I might be viewing it through beer goggles now and again, but hey like I said…free country. But playin’ in the graveyard and actin’ like you’re the devil who can shoot lighting from your hands? Nah, they don’t brew enough beer in America to make that look appealing to me. I mean, when I was a kid that might have sounded like a little fun, but coming from a grown man knocking on the door to bein’ 40 years old? I don’t know it just seems kinda weird to me. But you’ve already shown that you are certainly one weird son of a bitch Jason so I guess it’s to be expected. However, even though you had a hard time with your delivery right there in that video, I did manage to grasp a few of the highlights. For example, your take on our match on Meltdown last week when I teamed with Mad Man Simon and took on you and your slave…er’ I mean associate, Mike Smith. You accused somebody of callin’ your win a fluke didn’t you?
Luke again looks confused.
Luke: I’m not sure if it’s the voices in your head messin’ with you or just your guilty conscience showin’…but I don’t remember anybody ever sayin’ your win last week was a fluke. That don’t mean it didn’t happen though…I do drink a lot of beer on the weekends and I tend to forget a few things occasionally. But anyway, we both know that Mad Man Simon was never in that fight to begin with so even if somebody did call it a fluke…how can you really argue that it wasn’t? It was easy pickins’ for you and your partner once you got him in the ring. And you know what? There ain’t no shame in that. Mad Mad Simon had no business even bein’ out there in the first place. He’s a damned quitter. Who in the hell starts a war with somebody and then doesn’t stick around to see it though? That ain’t nobody I want in my corner. It didn’t hurt me a bit watching him get his ass handed to him because that’s what he deserved. So if you think I cared about anything that happened inside that ring last week to Mad Man Simon, you been drinkin’ a hell of a lot more than I have.
Luke laughs again.
Luke: Aside from your take on our match last Meltdown Jason, I also took note at the injuries you claimed to have sustained workin’ in the wrestlin’ business. You said you’ve broken bones after bones…your back a couple of times, your neck several times…and I can tell just by hearin’ you talk that you’ve clearly suffered numerous blows to the head. So yeah, I gotta admit that I do have respect for the people who have paved the way for men and women like myself to come into this business. But still, don’t think you’ve impressed me with your list of injuries. I’ve bounced back from injuries that would make inferior men like yourself whimper like a little baby for months. So spare me the details on how you hurt your girlish figure inside the wrestin’ ring Jason because I ain’t buyin’ it. You see, while you were standin’ in your mommy & daddy’s basement as a teenager lookin’ in the mirror and wonderin’ what gimmick you were gonna come up with in order to begin your wrestlin’ career, I was preparin’ to fight real battles on foreign soil. While you were a young adult and wrestlin’ in some low budget casino or some weddin’ hall for a hundred bucks a show I was overseas protectin’ our freedom and fightin’ for my life. So don’t try to talk to me about injuries and death because I’ve stared the devil right in the face more times than I can count. And you know what Jason, I’m fixin’ to let you in on a little secret…
Luke leans in towards the camera and puts his hand to his mouth like he’s about to whisper a secret.
Luke: You ain’t him! So if you want to continue this charade then by all means, be my guest. Hell, I guess Halloween is only a few months away isn’t it. But if you want get serious and settle this once and for all then take my advice; climb up out of that hole you just dug, go home to your trailer park and take a shower for cryin’ out loud, and then get your ass to the gym and prepare for what’s to come at Hall of Fame. Because once that bell sounds Jason and the referee tells us to “get it on” there ain’t gonna be no funny business like you’re hopin’. Ain’t nobody getting’ tied up, or suffocated, or spanked, or whatever else you have cookin’ in that goofy brain of yours. The only thing that’s gonna happen at Hall of Fame when we meet inside the ring is you and I are going to war…
Luke’s smile disappears and is replaced by a much more serious expression as he leans in and points at himself with his thumb and growls into the camera.
Luke: …and I’m fixin’ to be the only one walkin’ away from it!
Luke continues to glare into the camera as the scene fades.