Post by estarr on Jun 8, 2008 5:00:00 GMT -4
Here we all are. Mississippi this week. North and South Carolina a few weeks before that. There was Mayhem in between there. All sorts of fun and adventure. Of course, last week in Alabama, something criminal happened. Something beyond the regular law-breaking that happens down there. Jake Ruby wasn't on the show.There were rumours flying around that he was fired. Those rumours aren't rumours. They're facts. It said so in the info box, just a click back and scroll up. Now it says that Bryan J. Greatness, Justin Job and Glibert have all been fired, and that Diana and someone are getting married. But trust me: Last week, it said Jake was fired.
So Jake walks into the Mississippi Coast Coliseum, his bags and all. He gets a few strange stares from people, from the staff and wrestlers. He finds the locker room and begins to unpack. As he does so, a mysterious person walks up to him. Mysterious because no one is online to ask permission to use their character in this promo. They tap Jake on the shoulder, who looks up to the person.
Jake: Can I help you?
Person: What are you doing here?
Jake: Setting up for my match of course. I thought I'd get here a little early to warm up, get relaxed, you know? *Jake sighs, looking dispirited and dejected* I've hit a bit of a rut. Lost a few matches, been a bit depressed. I haven't been able to pick myself up ...
Person: But ... you were fired.
Jake: What?
Person: Yeah, last week.
Jake: Really Ponyboy? No kidding?
Person: Yes, and you don't have a match this week.
Jake: Hmmm, that would explain why I didn't have one last week. Oh! And it also explains why I had to buy a ticket to get in too.
Jake rubs his chin, thinking about stuff. Thinking about potatoes. The person he's talking to looks awkward, not having anticipated having to tell a guy he got fired when he woke up this morning.
Jake: But why did I get fired? I turned up to all my matches. I even showed for Mayhem. If I'm being fired for losing my matches, I'm sure there's some sort of court-of-law I can appeal at. Maybe wrestler's court?
Person: Maybe they thought you weren't putting in as much effort as everyone else.
Jake: But I meant to do that! I got a memo a while ago saying that anyone interested in a world title shot should step up their game, because the managers were watching. Serious, I think everyone got that message. Some tournament was being started. Test for the Best? Who is the Best? Which Person, Who Says They're The Best, is the Best? Which Best is the Worst? I can't quite remember the details, but I I do remember thinking "The APW World Title doesn't deserve me", so I went out of my way to step-down my game, you know? So that I wasn't considered for the tournament or the title. If that so hard to conceive? That I might not want a shot at the world title?
Person: Yeah, that is pretty hard to believe ...
Jake: Well, it shouldn't be. I've won hundreds of title. They're all the same in the end.
Person: Yeah, well, you're still fired.
Jake looks around.
Jake: So ... does that mean I have to go?
Person: It does.
Jake, looks around again, then back to the person with misty eyes. His chin begins to quiver, and her turns to pack up his bag again. The person leaves, and Jake is all alone in the room, placing his boots, his trunks, and all his APW memories away. As he slings his bag over his shoulder, he sniffs, taking one final look around, then leaves the locker room. The door closing echoes down the corridors, and then all that is heard in between crew members yelling are the draw-out footsteps of Jake Ruby, walking towards the exit.
So Jake walks into the Mississippi Coast Coliseum, his bags and all. He gets a few strange stares from people, from the staff and wrestlers. He finds the locker room and begins to unpack. As he does so, a mysterious person walks up to him. Mysterious because no one is online to ask permission to use their character in this promo. They tap Jake on the shoulder, who looks up to the person.
Jake: Can I help you?
Person: What are you doing here?
Jake: Setting up for my match of course. I thought I'd get here a little early to warm up, get relaxed, you know? *Jake sighs, looking dispirited and dejected* I've hit a bit of a rut. Lost a few matches, been a bit depressed. I haven't been able to pick myself up ...
Person: But ... you were fired.
Jake: What?
Person: Yeah, last week.
Jake: Really Ponyboy? No kidding?
Person: Yes, and you don't have a match this week.
Jake: Hmmm, that would explain why I didn't have one last week. Oh! And it also explains why I had to buy a ticket to get in too.
Jake rubs his chin, thinking about stuff. Thinking about potatoes. The person he's talking to looks awkward, not having anticipated having to tell a guy he got fired when he woke up this morning.
Jake: But why did I get fired? I turned up to all my matches. I even showed for Mayhem. If I'm being fired for losing my matches, I'm sure there's some sort of court-of-law I can appeal at. Maybe wrestler's court?
Person: Maybe they thought you weren't putting in as much effort as everyone else.
Jake: But I meant to do that! I got a memo a while ago saying that anyone interested in a world title shot should step up their game, because the managers were watching. Serious, I think everyone got that message. Some tournament was being started. Test for the Best? Who is the Best? Which Person, Who Says They're The Best, is the Best? Which Best is the Worst? I can't quite remember the details, but I I do remember thinking "The APW World Title doesn't deserve me", so I went out of my way to step-down my game, you know? So that I wasn't considered for the tournament or the title. If that so hard to conceive? That I might not want a shot at the world title?
Person: Yeah, that is pretty hard to believe ...
Jake: Well, it shouldn't be. I've won hundreds of title. They're all the same in the end.
Person: Yeah, well, you're still fired.
Jake looks around.
Jake: So ... does that mean I have to go?
Person: It does.
Jake, looks around again, then back to the person with misty eyes. His chin begins to quiver, and her turns to pack up his bag again. The person leaves, and Jake is all alone in the room, placing his boots, his trunks, and all his APW memories away. As he slings his bag over his shoulder, he sniffs, taking one final look around, then leaves the locker room. The door closing echoes down the corridors, and then all that is heard in between crew members yelling are the draw-out footsteps of Jake Ruby, walking towards the exit.
