Post by Jeff James on Jan 22, 2007 18:22:37 GMT -5
As the scene comes to life we see a city bus driving throughout the streets of Edmonton. After a few seconds of viewing this bus we zoom in and through the roof to see that it is quite crowded. Everyone is on a road to nowhere. Yes they may be going to their homes, or their jobs but their lives are only dragged out and quite dull. We then see a quite familiar face with his head leaning against the wall, with a quick close up we can see it is Jeff James. He wears a black skully, a hoodie and jeans. Headphones pump music into his ears as he bobs his head rhythmically. At first glance you would infer that he is only listening to music...But his mind is much more complex. His life has reached a time of turmoil...One of his best friends is against him and two of the biggest matches of his life are just around the corner...His sixth defense of the TV Title and a Tag Team Gauntlet match against Nightmare and the Kurtis'. He goes into the match as a member of the Foundation, but the Foundation isn't at is best. Thomas Young is being pulled apart due to an ongoing feud between Darko and Jeff James himself...Jeff also looks to aid the Foundation to the top yet he must deal with constant arrogance. Enough of my description, lets just take a look into the mind of this man.
Thoughts: (calm voice with a hint of disappointment) Its just...I don't understand it anymore. I've never done anything against Darko, I've always tried to be cool with his policies...He brung me into NAPW. He dragged me to Edmonton to see my brother...A man who I didn't see for close to 6 years. He was my friend, my ally but more importantly he was like my brother. Yes we had our rough times like everyone else. But at the end of the day we we're cool. Thats how life was. I idolized Darko and Thomas. Back when they were in the backyard fed...I idolized them. I wanted to be just like them. Everyone thinks that just because they wrestled in a backyard fed that they aren't as good. That they are lesser people. Yes they weren't professionals at the time and they are advised to not try it at home...But they weren't insane like the rest of them. They focused on WRESTLING. What they did was some of the most strategic Tag Team wrestling I've ever seen. They worked soo well of of each other. They could read each others mind and had their matches so planned out. They could read what their opponent was going to do minutes before the opponent even thought about doing...Oh how I idolized them. Then when it came to the hardcore matches, they showed that they had the balls to do it. Of course hardcore is risky but when it came to it. They could give and take some of the sickest bumps...Oh how I idolized them. Then we drifted apart for 6 years.
His voice changes...He seems to talk as if he was cutting a promo in his mind. His thoughts are now directed to people who aren't really there...His voice seems deeply depressed and his eyes seem to swell up with tears...No tears do manage to escape as he does a pretty good job of holding it back.
Thoughts :Back in Hollywood, Florida. I (BLEEP)ed up...I nearly killed a backyarder during that feds biggest "show". We had quite a crowd...About 100-150 people. For a backyard fed we actually made a little money... That night I attempted a ridiculously insane move. The same move I pulled on Chad Kurtis not too long ago. I've improved immensely since that day. The move was picture perfect yet I now can land it without fear of killing someone...But back to my story. When we had to rush him to the hospital I feared for my life...If he died then there went my life. I'd be jailed for manslaughter... I thank god every night for letting that man live. The man didn't press charges but we needed police surveillance in order to run the fed...Sadly that was when Thomas no longer wanted anything to do with me. I moved back to Chicago...By myself. I was on my own. I tried to put wrestling behind me but I just couldn't. It ran through my veins. The adrenaline rush, the winning, the fun...All of it... So I got a job cleaning up after indie promotions held their shows...Day in and Day out I got to watch some of the best indie wrestlers Chicago had to offer. It was a life changing experience because I finally saw wrestling after the backyard. One of the days while cleaning I decided to hop into the ring and see if I still had my moves. After doing a few flips some of the company's top athletes came up to me and asked me if wanted some training... I was ecstatic...Imagine giving a little boy 2000 dollars and sending him inside of Toys "R" Us... telling him he can buy anything he wants. That was me, except I was getting free training from some of the greatest wrestlers I've ever seen... So after a few months or so I get my first break in the company...I managed to pull out a win. The guys in the back through a little celebration for me and from then on I went on quite a winning streak...Till that cockiness I've spoken of came around...I was given the opportunity of a lifetime when I got a shot to go for their World Title...To tell you the truth, I blew it... I blew the spot of the night and then he picked me up and moments later I was hit with a reverse Death Valley Driver. You people will never understand how weak you feel looking the Ref in the eyes as their hand comes down for the three and theres nothing you can do about it.
Well after that I kept wrestling in the mid-card until the company went bankrupt and I was jobless once again...A few weeks later I get a call that my dad is in the hospital and it was off to Quebec...Well, he made it out alright...I tried to go into a few indie feds while I was there. But since I was new there and the youngest on the roster...I was on the wrong end of HUNDREDS of ribs.
Heh you learn to deal with it...So heres where my NAPW life started.
I'm sitting in a bar drinking the night away after a show gone wrong...When a man comes up to me with a mask around his face.
Oh how I was ready to fight him. (chuckle) What do you expect? I'm drunk and a man in a mask just grabbed my shoulder! So anyways, you all know this man as Prince (BLEEP)ing Darko. Yep, there it is. The very man who brung me into NAPW Prince Darko...Well, the rest of the story is pretty well known. Darko drags me to Edmonton...I reunite with Thomas and he apologizes... And the Foundation is back together after six years...Oh how long that reunion was.
Not even a year after we're back together Darko goes back to picking fights with me. The man I idolized 6 years ago is now the man I look down on as I walk by...He is dirt to me... The Foundation could be on top of NAPW right now but Darko has held us back...He doesn't realize it but boy does he hold us back...He may be jealous that I've held my own in singles competition, he may be jealous that I've been the Champion for Eleven weeks or maybe he's just jealous at the fact that I can win matches...Whatever the reason he should just grow a pair and talk to me man to man.
But no, he goes against my wishes and has Thomas interfere in matches where I don't need him...Then when he's getting his ass beat I have to come for the save... Darko...We're in a tag match come Cold Snap...I love you and all but if you get in my way I'm sorry bro...But I'm no longer holding back...Every man has a point where they can't take being pushed around anymore, I've reached it. Thomas will reach it too Darko. Do you want to lose both of us? Your lucky Mr.B is back. Your lucky Saki hasn't left. Your becoming a burden Darko. All your raw talent is becoming a waste. I just wish you'd listen to me for once! I love you man! I (BLEEP)ing do! I've known you for just about 12 years Darko! You want to (BLEEP) me over now?
I just can't take this...
Jeff James' face shows struggle of holding tears back, a few manage to escape. He wipes his eyes and leans his head back, he seems like he's about to implode. His heart torn to pieces by a man he considers his brother. His insides have gone through a shredder all thanks to Prince Darko. A powerful ally has been lost Darko...
Jeff James: (Not thought) I'm sorry Darko...But this has gone on long enough...Come this Friday our "beef" is coming to an end. Your not coming out the victor this time Darko. Your no longer going to manipulate me into following your orders. Its my turn to pull the strings...And guess what, your the puppet.
Fade To Black
Thoughts: (calm voice with a hint of disappointment) Its just...I don't understand it anymore. I've never done anything against Darko, I've always tried to be cool with his policies...He brung me into NAPW. He dragged me to Edmonton to see my brother...A man who I didn't see for close to 6 years. He was my friend, my ally but more importantly he was like my brother. Yes we had our rough times like everyone else. But at the end of the day we we're cool. Thats how life was. I idolized Darko and Thomas. Back when they were in the backyard fed...I idolized them. I wanted to be just like them. Everyone thinks that just because they wrestled in a backyard fed that they aren't as good. That they are lesser people. Yes they weren't professionals at the time and they are advised to not try it at home...But they weren't insane like the rest of them. They focused on WRESTLING. What they did was some of the most strategic Tag Team wrestling I've ever seen. They worked soo well of of each other. They could read each others mind and had their matches so planned out. They could read what their opponent was going to do minutes before the opponent even thought about doing...Oh how I idolized them. Then when it came to the hardcore matches, they showed that they had the balls to do it. Of course hardcore is risky but when it came to it. They could give and take some of the sickest bumps...Oh how I idolized them. Then we drifted apart for 6 years.
His voice changes...He seems to talk as if he was cutting a promo in his mind. His thoughts are now directed to people who aren't really there...His voice seems deeply depressed and his eyes seem to swell up with tears...No tears do manage to escape as he does a pretty good job of holding it back.
Thoughts :Back in Hollywood, Florida. I (BLEEP)ed up...I nearly killed a backyarder during that feds biggest "show". We had quite a crowd...About 100-150 people. For a backyard fed we actually made a little money... That night I attempted a ridiculously insane move. The same move I pulled on Chad Kurtis not too long ago. I've improved immensely since that day. The move was picture perfect yet I now can land it without fear of killing someone...But back to my story. When we had to rush him to the hospital I feared for my life...If he died then there went my life. I'd be jailed for manslaughter... I thank god every night for letting that man live. The man didn't press charges but we needed police surveillance in order to run the fed...Sadly that was when Thomas no longer wanted anything to do with me. I moved back to Chicago...By myself. I was on my own. I tried to put wrestling behind me but I just couldn't. It ran through my veins. The adrenaline rush, the winning, the fun...All of it... So I got a job cleaning up after indie promotions held their shows...Day in and Day out I got to watch some of the best indie wrestlers Chicago had to offer. It was a life changing experience because I finally saw wrestling after the backyard. One of the days while cleaning I decided to hop into the ring and see if I still had my moves. After doing a few flips some of the company's top athletes came up to me and asked me if wanted some training... I was ecstatic...Imagine giving a little boy 2000 dollars and sending him inside of Toys "R" Us... telling him he can buy anything he wants. That was me, except I was getting free training from some of the greatest wrestlers I've ever seen... So after a few months or so I get my first break in the company...I managed to pull out a win. The guys in the back through a little celebration for me and from then on I went on quite a winning streak...Till that cockiness I've spoken of came around...I was given the opportunity of a lifetime when I got a shot to go for their World Title...To tell you the truth, I blew it... I blew the spot of the night and then he picked me up and moments later I was hit with a reverse Death Valley Driver. You people will never understand how weak you feel looking the Ref in the eyes as their hand comes down for the three and theres nothing you can do about it.
Well after that I kept wrestling in the mid-card until the company went bankrupt and I was jobless once again...A few weeks later I get a call that my dad is in the hospital and it was off to Quebec...Well, he made it out alright...I tried to go into a few indie feds while I was there. But since I was new there and the youngest on the roster...I was on the wrong end of HUNDREDS of ribs.
Heh you learn to deal with it...So heres where my NAPW life started.
I'm sitting in a bar drinking the night away after a show gone wrong...When a man comes up to me with a mask around his face.
Oh how I was ready to fight him. (chuckle) What do you expect? I'm drunk and a man in a mask just grabbed my shoulder! So anyways, you all know this man as Prince (BLEEP)ing Darko. Yep, there it is. The very man who brung me into NAPW Prince Darko...Well, the rest of the story is pretty well known. Darko drags me to Edmonton...I reunite with Thomas and he apologizes... And the Foundation is back together after six years...Oh how long that reunion was.
Not even a year after we're back together Darko goes back to picking fights with me. The man I idolized 6 years ago is now the man I look down on as I walk by...He is dirt to me... The Foundation could be on top of NAPW right now but Darko has held us back...He doesn't realize it but boy does he hold us back...He may be jealous that I've held my own in singles competition, he may be jealous that I've been the Champion for Eleven weeks or maybe he's just jealous at the fact that I can win matches...Whatever the reason he should just grow a pair and talk to me man to man.
But no, he goes against my wishes and has Thomas interfere in matches where I don't need him...Then when he's getting his ass beat I have to come for the save... Darko...We're in a tag match come Cold Snap...I love you and all but if you get in my way I'm sorry bro...But I'm no longer holding back...Every man has a point where they can't take being pushed around anymore, I've reached it. Thomas will reach it too Darko. Do you want to lose both of us? Your lucky Mr.B is back. Your lucky Saki hasn't left. Your becoming a burden Darko. All your raw talent is becoming a waste. I just wish you'd listen to me for once! I love you man! I (BLEEP)ing do! I've known you for just about 12 years Darko! You want to (BLEEP) me over now?
I just can't take this...
Jeff James' face shows struggle of holding tears back, a few manage to escape. He wipes his eyes and leans his head back, he seems like he's about to implode. His heart torn to pieces by a man he considers his brother. His insides have gone through a shredder all thanks to Prince Darko. A powerful ally has been lost Darko...
Jeff James: (Not thought) I'm sorry Darko...But this has gone on long enough...Come this Friday our "beef" is coming to an end. Your not coming out the victor this time Darko. Your no longer going to manipulate me into following your orders. Its my turn to pull the strings...And guess what, your the puppet.
Fade To Black