Post by Jesse Nuñez™ on Aug 30, 2009 20:08:53 GMT -4
Shocking News
* There are thousands of people screaming and cheering at the top of their lungs. Music is blasting out the speakers from around the arena, mostly from the stage. There are lights flashing from the rafters and flashes of light from cameras from around the arena. Everybody is out of their seats singing along with the music. On the stage is a large Phoenix, similar to what Jesse Nunez’ latest album cover looks like. Jesse Nunez is on stage wearing blue baggy jeans being held up with a black leather belt. Though they sag just a bit as you could see just the top of his boxers he is wearing underneath them. He does not have a shirt on, but around his neck there is a chain with his wedding ring on it. On his head is a black New Era hat that reads “PHX” on it, backwards.*
* Tonight Jesse Nunez just kicked off a mini United States tour to help promote his new album that just recently came out. He is in the middle of his song The Fallen that Linkin Park is also in, but is not there. Instead a local band is there to take their place as that is what Jesse is having at every stop on his twenty city tour. As he raps though, his voice and lyrics are there but he is not focused. Not even the Phoenix fans in the US Airways Center can bring him back into reality right now.*
Damn these fuckin’ lights are bright as fuck. I feel like I’m about to just melt right on this stage right now. Yeah, but you know the album is hot right now. Sold over 1.18 mill on its first week. Nobody could fuck with me. Fuck you you’re a nobody. You’re no Prodigy. Look at you! Piece of shit couldn’t beat another piece of shit like Jason Royce. Why the fuck should you get to face Level One at Shockwave?
That’s right you won a little tournament. Come on get real, even a ten year old could’ve won that tournament. Look who was your competition.
Joey Orsome. Haha The guy came back with some magnificent return the Overdrive before Test for the Best, but come on. The guy was not a has ban, he was a never was.
Streets Wilson. That motherfucker couldn’t wrestle himself out of a paper bag let alone even belong in a wrestling ring. Who the fuck is he facing at Shockwave? Joe Martinez, what a joke! What could these two do? Probably the only thing those two could do to even bring in a crowd is probably giving out a speech on who is a better rapper out of 50 Cent or J-Mart in his failure of a rap album that came out a few weeks before mine.
Fuck your album Nunez! The Death of the Phoenix is a proper name for that album. Because I wish you would just fucking die. Fuck you asshole!
Slade Craven. He never really stood a chance to begin with. His partner Shadow has to carry him out through every match. Without him he couldn’t even beat his swollen penis. He beat you didn’t he? Well I guess that’s not saying much considering everyone has been doing that lately. Why don’t you get into the ring with me!? And see you back your own words up! What the Hell are you going to do to me Nunez? Yell “Yo Yo Yo Yo” so many times that my head explodes?
Carl Cruz. I personally would rather have seen him win the tournament than you Nunez. Shit he could’ve paid to win all his matches too, him as a number one contender is a lot better than having some thug have another shot at glory. Yeah? Well look where he is at now. Where is he at? That’s exactly my point! He ain’t fucking nowhere near wrestling. He packed his bags and fucking left after about two weeks of APW. Why don’t you do the same? Nobody will miss you.
My fans will. Fuck your fans; they don’t give a shit about you. Just ask Level One. He knows the fans better than anyone else, especially you. My fans love me. You don’t fucking have fans. Let alone friends and family! Speaking of which when was the last time Anarchist ever hung out with you? My wedding day. Maybe he was the guy that sent that gang to kill you? Even your own cousin wants you dead and buried.
You don’t know me. I know you better than you think Nunez!
Jason Royce. How the fuck did you win this tournament with this guy in it? He’s the motherfucking Iceman. He pinned you like you were a lesser version of him. He got lucky. No he didn’t. He didn’t get to face you in the tournament and that’s why he didn’t win it. I let him beat me. Really? Because it looked like he just straight up whooped your ass in front of the whole world on cable television. Well…
Exactly, you don’t have a quick and clever comeback for that one don’t you Nunez? Who was also in that tournament?
Biggs. Some smartass that came from nowhere that’s hops around in the ring flapping around his arms like a fucking parakeet on crack. I like the kid, why didn’t he win? Because I pinned him. Bullshit, you cheated! How the fuck did I cheat? Well for one you brought out Chris Cyrus to the ring. He came to help him! Well then how did you win? I gave him the Resurrection, twice! Well I must’ve fell asleep because your matches are just as boring as your rambling that you call promos.
John Green. The man I defeated in the finals to become number one contender. Well obviously he is worse than you. Why is that? Because he lost to you.
Well it don’t matter I won and now I got my shot at the Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Good for you. It’s not like you are going to win it, so enjoy the time you have with that status as number one contender.
Why the Hell wouldn’t I win it? There are like a billion reasons why you wouldn’t win it! Enlighten me then.
Well for one Pence Weatherlight is the special guest referee. Why would that bother me? If he tries to screw me over I’ll just kick his ass all over Toronto. Actually I should’ve done that last week on Overdrive when his bitch ass got in my business to take out Level One before Shockwave. He stopped you so it would be a fair match Sunday. Fuck that! Level One would’ve done the same if given the chance. I just beat him to the punch. It was his turn to get what he has done to everyone in APW. Obviously not because Pence had other plans. Like I said before, if he tries anything funny… He’s the ref dumbass he’ll disqualify you if you even as much lay a finger on his pretty little face. What a bitch.
Which brings me to my second reason as to why you will not beat Level One. It is in Toronto! His fucking hometown. He is going to want to perform at his best in front of his people. Because all of the Puerto Rican looking Canadians will be there to cheer him on! There ain’t no Puerto Ricans in Canada. Then why the fuck does Level One look Puerto Rican if they aren’t no Puerto Ricans in Canada. Fucking stupid ass bitch.
And just look at him! He’s like eighteen feet tall. He’s only six inches taller than me! Shit that ugly motherfucker looks like that Michael Myers in Halloween 2. Don’t get me started on all his accomplishments. I have done just as much as he has, even more. Don’t matter, all his shit is current. You can’t mess with the guy he will just be too much for you.
He is going to kill you, you know. He’s not going to kill me. Yeah he will. No he won’t, I’ve killed men before. Yeah BDC’s brother. Don’t say it like you’re proud of it. We both know you didn’t mean to kill him. It was part of the skit and somebody called off the fire trucks. And some dipshit didn’t do his job by untying him from that chair you put him in just before you watched him burn from outside the house.
I know. That was an accident. But he was actually not the man I was referring to. Then who? John Green’s brother. Why would you kill him? You know the story, he killed my friends, and just missed killing me. Few years later he tried killing me again by kidnapping me in Phoenix and taking me to some warehouse. But I got loose and killed him before he had the chance. I had to fight for survival and I came out on top.
Shockwave, I have to do the same. I will have to fight for my survival. To prove to everyone in this world that I can beat Level One. That I can be World Champion again.
Then after Sunday, I have a meeting with my agent to go over some new scripts on my next movie. If It All Ended Tomorrow was a hit in theaters, for a week. Critics said it was too soon for a movie of that altitude to show up after 9/11. Nonetheless the DVD and Blu-Ray sales made more than enough to make up for it. Call of Duty was great. Everyone loves that movie. No they didn’t.
Fuck, thought you were gone. You can’t get rid of me. Both your movies sucked Nunez. You should stick to your day job to jobbing to guys like Jason Royce. HAHAHAHA! Oh come on, cheer up. At least in the next match you will lose, you will lose to a champion. At least you won’t look too much like a pussy. Except for the fact he will pin you in a six count instead of a three. To be honest I think Level One could pin you in a twenty count and still walk out without so much as a tare from his shirt.
Face it Nunez. You have too much going with you that wrestling is just not your thing anymore. Pick a career and stick with it, because we all know that wrestling is just not working too much for the so called Prodigy.
Fuck you. I’m the EwC United States Champion!
What an accomplishment.
Dammit who are you!?
I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Nothing.
What is that suppose to mean?
Look in the mirror.
* Jesse looks up into his rearview mirror and sees himself. A loud horn is heard and a strong flash of light shines in the car. It blinds Jesse for a moment, but then he realizes he is driving on the wrong side of the road. Jesse serves back into his right lane and just barely misses getting hit by a large semi truck transporting furniture. Jesse takes a deep breath and looks at his rearview mirror and notices that his eyes are a crimson red. He does not remember getting into his car and driving. Last he remembers is performing his concert back at the arena.*
* Jesse looks at the time inside the car. It reads “3:22.”*
Jesse Nunez: “Is that right?”
* Jesse pulls out his cell phone from his left pocket and presses the “CLR” button. It reads “3:23 a.m.” The concert was supposed to end at “11:30 p.m.”*
What the fuck was I doing for four hours?
* Jesse then continues driving back to his house. He finally gets there about a half hour later. He parks his red 2010Chevrolet Camero Coupe inside the garage. Jesse presses a button in his car and the garage door behind him slowly begins to close. Jesse gets out of his car and walks over to the door leading to inside the house. Jesse slowly opens it and as he closes it slowly he looks around and sees there are no lights on anywhere. Assuming Victoria is already in bed.*
* Jesse goes to walk over to the stairs trying not to make any noise. As he walks he steps on a chew toy. He cringes at the sound, shortly after barking from his three dogs come from behind him. He turns around and sees them running along the tile. They all jump onto him.*
* The light in the living room turns on.*
Jesse Nunez: “Shit.”
Victoria: “Jesse.”
* Jesse walks over to the living room. He sees Victoria looking beautiful as usual in her purple night gown. He tries to smile to see if she is angry. To be honest, she looks pissed.*
Victoria: “Where the Hell have you been? It’s four in the morning and you are just getting home.”
Jesse Nunez: “I know honey. I lost track of time. Hell I was kinda out of it. One minute I was doing the concert, the next I’m driving on the wrong side of the road day dreaming.”
Victoria: “Oh really. Were you at some strip club!?”
Jesse Nunez: “What?”
Victoria: “Were you!?”
Jesse Nunez: “No.”
Victoria: “Then why the Hell are you just getting home!?”
Jesse Nunez: “I just told you.”
Victoria: “That wasn’t a reason.”
* She looks at his eyes.*
Victoria: “Are you high?”
Jesse Nunez: “No, why would you think I’m high?”
Victoria: “Your eyes are bloody red!”
Jesse Nunez: “Oh, I’m just tired. I had this concert, then in a few hours we have to go catch a plane to Toronto. I have that match against Level One. Then after that we have to fly back to Los Angeles to talk about that movie deal. That same night do another concert.”
Victoria: “Jesse, we need to talk.”
Jesse Nunez: “I didn’t go to a strip club!”
Victoria: “Not that. About you work.”
Jesse Nunez: “What about it?”
Victoria: “I think, you should lay off of it for a bit.”
Jesse Nunez: “What?”
Victoria: “Not like all of it, I mean. Look you are promoting your album, I understand that. You want to be an actor to and conquer Hollywood. But you also want to be a World Wrestling Champion, on the road for two hundred forty days a year. I think you need to think about dropping one of those three careers. Preferably wrestling.”
Jesse Nunez: “I’m not going to give up wrestling. That’s my life.”
Victoria: “That’s exactly what I mean. It is interfering with you personal life, here at home. We are never home Jesse, and personally I love this house and would enjoy being here for more than just two days a week. Jesse, please just give up wrestling.”
Jesse Nunez: “I’m not giving up wrestling.”
Victoria: “At least think about it.”
Jesse Nunez: “There is nothing to think about. I make the decisions here, and I say wrestling stays put. Now I’m tired and I’m going to bed.”
Victoria: “Well fine, then your ass is sleeping down here tonight.”
Jesse Nunez: “Oh really?”
Victoria: “Really.”
* Says Victoria as she walks pass him toward the stairs as she climbs the first three of many.*
Jesse Nunez: “Well fine, I’m just going to a hotel and I’ll see you in a week after my meeting in LA!”
* Jesse walks back toward the door leading to the garage.*
Victoria: “Don’t you leave me here alone Jesse Nunez!”
Jesse Nunez: “And why the Hell not!?”
* Jesse reaches for the door knob and turns it not caring what Victoria has to say.*
Victoria: “Because I’m pregnant!”
* Jesse freezes as the scene begins to fade.*
Promo
Digging your smile apart
With my spade tongue.
The hole is where the heart is.
We built this tomb together,
And I won't fill it alone.
Beyond the pale
Everything is black
No turning back.
If I was your vampire,
Certain as the moon,
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other
Until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
Across your face,
Because I think
Our time has come.
6:19 and I know I'm ready
Drive me off the mountain.
You'll burn,
I'll eat your ashes.
The impossible wheels seducing
Our corpse.
This is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
* The scene opens up inside a dark room. Slowly a light in the middle of the room turns on. Putting a spotlight on a man sitting on a blue steel chair. The scene moves closer showing the man looking down at the floor beneath him. His hands are held together. A ring dangles around his neck by a silver chain. The man does not have a shirt on, but is wearing blue jean shorts and black Nike Air Force Ones. The man lifts up his head revealing himself to be none other than Jesse Nunez, the current number one contender for the Action Packed Wrestling Championship.*
* Jesse does not have his usual grin before talking in his promo. Instead this is a more focused Jesse Nunez. Something that has not been seen since 2008 when Jesse defeated Moses Lake and BDC in a triple threat Electric Barbed Wire Steel Cage match at Rumble in the Bronx. There must be no air conditioning or ceiling fan in the room he is in as sweat could be seen on his upper torso and shoulders as it flows down to his arms. His face is surprisingly is cool with no trace of sweat coming from his pores.*
Jesse Nunez: “Shockwave.”
“The pay per view that has been hyped up for weeks since Test for the Best took place last month. Taking a look at the card’s final line up, why shouldn’t it be? It is stacked from the beginning to the end; all but the main event.”
“I’ve heard the people talkin’ in the stands. I hear the whispers backstage in the locker room. They all say the same exact thing. Why does Jesse Nunez get a title shot? He doesn’t deserve it. His performance in the ring has been less than mediocre. Losin’ to guys that nobody should lose to. So what if he won the Test for the Best tournament. That didn’t prove nothing except for he was the best, that night.”
“I lost to Jason Royce. Yeah I get it. What do you want me to say? That I slipped on the dried blood on the wrestling mat? No, simple fact is that I lost. But tell me this; did that match matter at all? Win or lose will I not be in this World Championship match at Shockwave? I’m still here for a reason. I could have easily just decided to pack my bags and leave this company for good. But I didn’t.”
“Why? Because I’m too proud to let anything like a few simple losses get to me.”
“You all believe that I’m some super hero. That I’m Superman and Lex Luthor comes in the form of the World Heavyweight champion. I’m supposed to win every fight I’m pit up against. You rely on me to pick up the ratings because guys like Assassin and Chris Cyrus can’t cut it to be the next big star this business needs. I have that burden to carry around on my back every single day of my life. I never asked for the spotlight on me for every minute I breathe. I never told you to count on me to make the bad guys lose. All I simply did was go out to that ring or that stage and I performed to entertain the Hell for you people every night. With that came wins, with that came championships, with that came glory, fame, and money.”
“Up to this point I think I handled myself pretty well. Right now I do not know what to think. Do I go out there in front of millions of people and win the championship for them? Do I go out there to win the championship for myself? Do I go out there and fight the hardest fight of my life because that is what is expected of me? Do I go out there and fight the good fight because I want to be the best?”
“Last week I went out to Toronto for an autograph signing. Just one single person came to see me. When he walked up to the table I sat at. I smiled as usual and greeted him as I would do any fan. But he did not want an autograph. He didn’t want a picture. I asked him why come out here if you did not want either from me?”
“He simply replied.”
“I just wanted to see you one last time before Level One finishes you off. Kills off and spits at whatever Legacy you created for myself. You’re nothing Nunez. Nobody likes you; they just feel sorry for you because you don’t know when to just give it up and leave. Enjoy your last chance at redemption, because after Shockwave, there will be no more Prodigy to make a difference.”
“Then he turned around and left, leaving me in the empty Best Buy with nothing to say.”
* Jesse shakes his head.*
Jesse Nunez: “You know what I thought out of all that? I thought that he was right. Word for word, everything he said to me, he was right.”
“What else is there for me to do in the wrestling world? I’ve won championships, I’ve fought in the greatest feuds of all time. I’ve performed around the world. What is there left for me to do that I haven’t already done. Ever since I lost the EwC World Championship I haven’t been to the top. I’ve never even been close to that until now.”
“Now I have my chance and look what I have been doing. Nothing, I’ve sit back and let lesser men take me out of the game for weeks. Level One knows a hundred percent in his mind that I cannot beat him. That there is no chance in Hell that I could defeat him and take his championship from his grasp. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I cannot defeat him. Maybe I cannot take away his most prized possession.”
“But what if he’s wrong? What if I can beat him? What if I can become the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World?”
“Then what?”
“So many questions that need to be answered. But nobody can answer them. Nobody could see into the future. Not me or Level One. Not the fans that waited in line for days waiting to buy tickets for Shockwave. Not the guys in the back. Nobody.”
“Level One I know what you have accomplished in the ring. I know you’ve been in plenty of wrestling tournaments that had men and women from all around the world. I know you came out on top. You’ve basically been champion since the day you stepped foot in this APW ring.”
“I know what you are all about. You are gonna come out call me a bitch. I couldn’t beat you at Overdrive, how am I gonna beat you at Shockwave? The answer is simple L-One. I will beat you with something you don’t have anymore; heart.”
“Every time you send me to the ground. I will get back up. Every time you toss me into the barricade. I will bounce right back. Every time you hear my spine crack with every time my flesh hits steel. I will rise back up. For every time you scream at the top of your lungs for me to quit. I will shake my head no. Every lil’ dirty trick you try to do to me, I will not stop. I will always be there in your face begging for more! I will get out down! I will make you suffer the same pain you have made others before you felt! I will make you want to wish that you were still that rookie back in EwC! I will make you cry out in agony! I will leave you floating dead in a river of your own blood! Level One YOU WILL NOT KILL ME!”
“You don’t want this match more than I do. Fuck Pence, he is not a part of this! It is just you and I. Not even the end of the fucking world will stop us from tearing each other a part.”
“Fuck this match is not even a match. It is judgment day Level One! Don’t you get it!? Heaven will not let us in. Hell will not accept us! We do not belong anywhere but between the ropes! That square circle is our home, our life, our battlefield! The World Championship is the Beauty of Annihilation.”
“I wish this opportunity will come to me once again down the road, but from what I'm told that is highly unlikely. To me, this match is all I have left. For you to retain your title is not an option for me. Its either become World Champion or die tryin’.”
“Shockwave will be the event of the summer. There is no doubt about it. All eyes will be on the main event. Pressure is nothing new to me. I thrive on having my back to the wall. I feed off being the underdog. Nobody expects me to win this Sunday. They will all expect me to go in that ring and have my ass handed to me on a silver platter. It is called Shockwave for a reason.”
“I plan on shocking Level One and the rest of the world. Because after the flames from our mass destruction clears the arena air. You will all remember one man. That one man will be me. I will become the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World.”
“Tell me I can’t. I won’t hear you.”
* Jesse stares into the camera as the scene begins to fade.*
