Getting Ready for another Rasslemania

[President Jeff]

~~Prologue~~

Who ever would have thought that there would be 9 Rasslemania’s. Rasslemania started as a joke between two friends, which is now an event that everyone around the world can’t wait to see. Its an experience like no other. For President Hurricane Jeff, Rasslemania holds a special place in his heart, as he’s wrestled in every single Rasslemania. He’s faced off against APW Hall of Famers including Matt Metal, Dr. Matt and Twister. He’s also faced Biggs, and has been in a War Games match at the event. Every year, Rasslemania gets bigger and bigger. Just when you think “How will they top this years” somehow, they do.

This year, We have Carrer Vs Carrer, Hell in a Cell, Buried Alive, Last Man Standing, Ladder match, an Iron Man Match. And that’s not even half of it. Rasslemania is the night where Career’s can be made. What happens at Rasslemania could set the path for the next 12 months. This is the event everyone works all year for. This is the event that separates the boys from the men. Rasslemania only happens once a year, and only one thing is guaranteed at Rasslemania. Hurricane Jeff comes out of retirement for one more match. Hurricane Jeff has planted his name in the history book of Rasslemania, and on March 24th, he will do it again, as he takes on the The Killerplauze, Stefan Raab. A Match six months in the making. A match that everyone is looking forward too. Stefan Raab has been talking Trash about Jeff for months now. Is everything Raab said true? Will Jeff be able to shut him up once and for all. Only one way to find out, March 24th, Rasslemania IX, Don’t Cha Dare Miss It!

The scene opens up outside the Squared Circle Wrestling school in Toronto. A place that “President” Hurricane Jeff holds dear to his heart. It’s a wrestling school that Jeff has been going to all his life. When ever he needed some extra training, to take off some ring rust, or even just go to work with student and share his knowledge of this crazy business.

With a gym bag over his shoulder and a water bottle in his left hand, Jeff steps out of the wrestling school, and who just happens to walk by, its none other than his former tag team partner, and the man who he broke into this business with, APW Hall of Famer, Dr. Matt. Jeff extends his right hand and Matt does the same as the two shake and then hug.

Jeff: How’s it been buddy. Its been a long time.

Matt: Pretty good.

The two release the hug before people start getting the wrong impression of them

Jeff: What brings you here to Toronto?

Matt: Rasslemania, what else. I’m alsoon Vacation, here to check out some Leafs games, and you know me, I can’t pass up a chance to see Rasslemania. Its crazy to think that you took our creation and made it as big as you have. Its just awesome. And its even crazier that your wrestling in it.

Jeff: Hey man, you know the door is always open for you to wrestle at Rasslemania.

Matt: I know, but the passion just isn’t there anymore. I dunno how your still doing this.

Jeff: I don’t know either, but its still fun.

Matt: So I hear your going up against that German comedian and musician Stefan Raab.

Jeff: Not quite, its another guy that shares the same name.

Matt: Really? I was watching Asylum the other night, I’m positive I saw that German entertainer inside the ring with you.

Jeff: Trust me, their not the same person, there’s nothing entertaining about the Stefan Raab I’m wrestling

Matt: Then that’s one hell of a Doppelgänger

Jeff: Tell me about it.

Matt: So are you ready for Rasslemania. I know you don’t wrestle much anymore.

Jeff: I’ve been taking some bumps for the last few days. Hitting the ropes a bit, working on a few things. I think I’ll be alright. People always talk about ring rust, but when you have passion for this, and you’re a natural like myself, as soon as you step into the ring, its like, it all goes away.

Dr. Matt: I know what you mean. I’ve gone through that myself.

Jeff: The thing that sucks is that, I want to get back in the ring so bad, its just that, its almost impossible for me to run a company and wrestle too. Maybe if APW wasn’t so big, but now, its an empire. Three shows, I’ve had to hire extra staff. Its crazy.

Dr. Matt: I remember when APW was struggling to get people, pretty much on the verge of folding. I know we joked that APW would get past a couple of shows, but it blows my mind that its been over 5 years now.

Jeff: And looking back, its like time flew by.

Matt: Indeed. Anyways, I have to get going.

Jeff: Listen, I’m in town all week. Give me a call whenever, we’ll go to lunch or something, catch up a bit. There’s a spot for ya backstage at Rasslemania too. I’m sure some of the boys would love to see ya.

Matt: I may just take you up on that offer. Catch ya later.

The two friends, known as “The Perfect Storm” shake hands once more and then head off into opposite directions as the scene fades.


Inside the APW Headquarters, we are in a room where there is a Rasslemania IX poster hanging on a wall. A few feet from the wall is a camera on a tripod. In the corner of the room are lights. This room, is where APW Megastars go before getting signed to a contract. They cut a promo to see if they are what APW is looking for. The door of the room opens and in walks President Jeff along with a camera man.

Jeff: Alright, lets cut this promo for Rasslemania. I hope Raab is ready.

The Camera guy gets in position

Camera man: Just stand in front of the poster and we’ll go whenever your ready.

In his black, Rasslemania IX T-shirt, President Jeff stands in front of the poster with his back to the camera.

Jeff: I’m ready

The camera man hits record.

REC

Jeff slowly turns himself around as he’s talking.

Jeff: March 24th. Rasslemania IX. The event where Boys become men. Men become Hero’s. Where Hero’s become legends. The story of my Rasslemania career. I’m the only man to have wrestled at every single Rasslemania, and this year, at Rasslemania IX, after one year of being in the ring, I lace up my boots once again, and this time, to take on, Stefan Raab.

The self proclaim hated man in APW. The man who has no respect for anyone. The man who is nothing but an attention whore. For months and month, Stefan Raab, you’ve been calling me out on shows and on Twitter. And for what reason Raab? To this day, I still don’t see your obsession with me. From what I can remember, I said something about Yarmouth and from that day, you we’re all over me. I really hope that’s not the reason for your obsession Raab, because that would be really sad of you.

So you’ve been calling me out for months Raab. And your probably wondering why I ignored your challenges. No, its not because I’m scared of you. That’s far from it. See Raab, incase you haven’t noticed, I run a wrestling company. My days are full of meetings and promotional work. As well as scouting talent. You started calling me out during a time when Survive and Conquer was coming up, which was our 5 year anniversary show mind you. I was busting my ass off, to ensure that a event, where the main event featured 100 wrestlers, would go off without a hitch. And as always, it did. But you know something Raab, maybe this is just my old school way of thinking, considering I’ve been in this business for over 10 years. But back in my day, we didn’t call each other out over the internet. We didn’t show up to a show where if you called someone out, you knew they wouldn’t come out to accept, because you knew they weren’t in the house. You don’t call someone out, and then sneak attack them, hitting them with a pipe.

Raab, where I come from, you go where that person is at. You go to the middle of the ring, you call them out. If they don’t come out, you go to the locker room, grab that some bitch by the throat, dragging their sorry ass to the ring, and you beat the crap out of them until they accept the challenge. But you couldn’t do that Raab. You hid behind your computer screen, your cell phone, or whatever the hell you use to post on Twitter. You show up on Asylum, when you damn we’ll know that I’m not there and call me out. Hell, you even show up on Overdrive, attack me with a pipe with the lights out.

Your no tough guy Raab. You’re a scared punk. You called me out, and at One Night in Hell, we go face to face backstage and you do nothing about it as I suspend you for your actions. At Survive and Conquer, again, you had your chance as I was sitting at Ringside, and again, you cowardly avoided me. Like I said, your no tough guy. Your bark is bigger than your bite Raab. I’ve seen guys like you come and go so many times that I’ve lost count. But that’s ok. Because I know how to handle punks like you. Punks who think they are the baddest guys on the plant. Guys who think that they are a Rebel, the most hated person in the world, but in reality, you’re the most annoying person in the world. And that’s not something you should be proud of. Annoying people get a bad and I mean, bad reputation. And hopefully, after I’m done with you at Rasslemania, you will learn once in for all, to step back, give some respect, and look at the bigger picture, and realizes, that calling everyone out and getting beat every week, isn’t the way to go.

And the reason for that Raab. As a veteran in this business, I’ve seen it all and I’ve been though it all, so let me give you some advice. You have to be careful with who you call out. And calling me out Raab, what a foolish move on your part. Because, think about it this way. I’ve wrestled once in the past year, and that was a year a go at Rasslemania VIII. An event where I defeated Nathaniel Havok. So Raab, hypothetically, lets say you beat me, then what? What does it prove. That you can beat a guy who wrestles once a year. Beat a guy who’s had 2 matches in two years? Prove that you can beat a guy who’s basically retired from in ring completion but you can’t beat people who wrestle every week.

Lets flip things around, lets say I beat you. What does that say for you Raab. It shows that a guy who is basically retired, wrestled once in the past year, has ring rust, and I’ll admit, I’m not in the shape I used to be. Lets say I beat you, it buries your career. Its basically me, taking your career, dropping it in the toilet and flushing it. Look at Nathaniel Havok last year, his career hasn’t been the same after I beat him. He went into hiding, came back under a mask, and failed numerous times at capturing the North American Championship. Raab, this is a match, that any wrestler with half a brain, wouldn’t want to be in. I have nothing to gain and nothing to lose in this match. You Raab, have nothing to gain, and everything to lose.

I only accepted your challenge for this match Raab because you left me no choice. I knew that if I didn’t accept, you wouldn’t stop bugging, and that’s because you’re a stubborn sum bitch, and I give you credit for that. You wanted something and you didn’t stop till you got it. However, its just a shame, that I’m going to have to be the one who ends your career.

And don’t think for a second Raab, that just because my last match was last year at Rasslemania, and that I’m retired from in ring competition that I’m just going to lay down and let you beat me. Anyone who knows me know that Hurricane Jeff doesn’t lay down for anyone. Hurricane Jeff doesn’t back down from anyone. Raab, at Rasslemania, your going to wish you never called me out. I’m called Mr. Rasslemania for a reason. I’m one of few men who has headlined Rasslemania. I’m one of few men who have won a word title at Rasslemania. I’ve wrestled at every single Rasslemania. More than anyone else. The thing with Rasslemania, it doesn’t compare to wrestling at an ordinary show or any other Pay Per View. This is Rasslemania, the stakes are higher, the pressure if higher. The strong will prevail, the weak will crumble. You don’t understand the feeling that goes through someone’s body when they are at Rasslemania. And I’ve experienced that 8 other times. And the closer we get to the event, the more excited I get. The more pumped I get. The more jacked I get. This is the event I live for. This is the event that made me the man I am today.

Stefan Raab, you have absolutely no idea what you signed up for. We are in my home town, friends, family and fans will be cheering my name, and I’ll take that as my advantage going into this match. Like it or not, love it or hate it, at the end of the day, there can only be one winner, and I will stop at nothing, to ensure that my hand in raised. Raab, I’m expecting your best. You’ve been wanting me in the ring for a long time, we’ll now you have it, make the most of it. I hope that you’ve spent your time wisely. I hope you’ve been hitting the gym, studying my tapes, doing everything in your power to prepare. I want you at your best, so when I do win Raab, there will be no excuses. The better man will win.

So Stefan Raab, get ready, because once you get caught in the Eye of the Hurricane, and your looking up at the heavens, you will hear the sweet wispers in the wind saying “Your winner, HURRICANE JEFF” And it will be at that very moment Stefan Raab, that Thru Howling Winds….And Pouring Rain….YOU WILL FEAR……………..THE HURRICANE!

The camera zooms in on Jeff’s face and then his eyes before fading out to black.