Post by GFY on Nov 18, 2017 11:26:53 GMT -5
The scene opens with Jay storming down the hallway of the arena, man on a mission style. His man-bun bounced on the top of his head with every quick step he'd take. He rounds a corner, and is met eye to eye with Hugh Jass. The round mound of human flubber was licking the jelly filling off of the sausages that he called fingers. Powdered sugar remained on his upper lip. He smiles bright at Jay
JAY! JAY O'NEIL!
Jay shakes his head and pushes past the slob standing in front of him.
You ain't got a name change, you ain't got a cool nickname, so you can shut your Goddamn mouth when you're talking to me, Hugh. I got my guy, my guy interviews me, I pay him 6-fiddy an hour to do his damn job. I ain't rockin' with you, fatty.
Jay continues on storming as Hugh Jass gurgles some nonsense in hopes of a response from "The Mega Heel", but to no avail. Jay continues on around one more corner, where he was confronted once more. This time by Alita Lower. She had a camera crew and microphone, almost as if she was awaiting the arrival of O'Neil.
Ladies and gentlemen, JAY O'NEIL!
Jay furrows his brow at this. He was ambushed.
Uhhhhhh... How 'bout no, Hoe?
Alita is taken back by this. You'd think she'd have learned from their first encounter, when Jay didn't let her say a peep.
I got my guy, lady. I pay Adam top dollar, 5.75 an hour. I put a roof over his head, I provide for him. I ain't doin' business with no one but him.
And like that, Jay carries on. Hugh Jass: rejected. Alita Lower: blown off. Jay knew he couldn't feel bad about either. Jass lived for rejection, Alita lived for blo- moving on. Jay was moving on. Jay makes it to his locker room, where there was what he believed would be his final encounter. "The Mega Heel" knew he'd find him here. Jay walks in on "The Mega Interview" Adam LePeiu. The kid still sat in his wheelchair. His top front teeth were still missing. Adam's knee was still wrapped up in a cocoon of pain and agony from Jay's lowest superkick EVAR. Now, "The Mega Interview" had an eye patch and bandages on his ears from their last 'interview'.
Jay...
Jay finally smiles.
Adam!
Adam releases a sigh.
Doctor's say I've got two ruptured eardrums and a corneal abrasion. All I hear is ringing, man. I can't walk, my knee is wrecked. I'm so damn light sensitive in my left eye that I can't take this patch off for awhile. I'm hurting, Jay.
That's why I wanna talk to you, Adam.
I want a raise, Jay. You're paying me 4.20 an hour.
I thought you'd find that funny... Alright, I'll boost you to 4.69 an hour, kiddo. Keep up the good work.
NO. No Jay. I want more than that. I was thinking in the range of--
BOOM!
Jay stepped back, his eyes wide. Adam dropped to the floor, completely black-out unconscious. For once, it wasn't Jay who cracked the kid. He looks up from his personal interviewer and his mouth drops. In front of him stood a little lady, maybe 4'11" on a good day. She brandished a purse, which was probably the method of attack. Jay steps back and closes the door that he had left open upon arrival. Turning back to the lady, who was glaring at him.
....mom...
Shut your Goddamn mouth when you're talking to me, Jayson Tiffany.
His catchphrase used against him. Classic.
You ever talk to me like you did on the phone again, and you'll be the body on the floor. I brought you into this world, boy, and I can take you out of it.
She takes a swing at him with her purse, probably filled with bricks, coming up a foot short of connecting with him. Jay reaches up and takes his man-bun out, letting his hair droop. He pushes it out of his eyes.
Why... you... here?
One more swing from the crazy wombat woman, missing by inches. Frustrated, she hits Adam once more for good measure.
Because you've become a Goddamn disgrace to our family, Jayson. You should have all the belts by now. If it was your older brother, He'd be successful. Sure, he's the black sheep and wanted to be a "hero", and change his last name, but at least I wouldn't disappointed how my kid is performing. You care more about your friends than winning now. What the Hell is wrong with your dumb skull!? You've gone soft.
Jay sits, absorbing all the verbal abuse.
Yeah, but Ben's built like a bull....
So was your father. You're built like me, small and quick. The difference is I had killer drive. I made what you call "The GFY Driver" a thing, and it was a thing that won me multiple titles and accolades. You can barely pull it off without looking like an idiot.
Once more, a swing at Jay. This time close enough to connect, with Jay blocking it last second.
I'll rebound..
You said that with the 6-Man Tag Titles. You said that with The World Title shot. You're a loser stuck on "The Newcomer" team for a 'Legion Gauntlet', whatever the hell that is. You gunna put that on your resume?
Every little thing helps...
No, it doesn't. You need to smarten the Hell up, Jayson Tiffany. Get The World Championship by years end, or I'll send family in that'll do it. Stop disrespecting our family name. Frank would be rolling in his grave if he knew you'd be treating his "Mega Heel" gimmick as you are. Your father was at least good at being the bad guy. I'm going home, Jayson. Don't make me return.
With that, ol' Mama Heel storms out of the room. Jay was left alone with his thoughts and a body, hopefully not dead.
JAY! JAY O'NEIL!
Jay shakes his head and pushes past the slob standing in front of him.
You ain't got a name change, you ain't got a cool nickname, so you can shut your Goddamn mouth when you're talking to me, Hugh. I got my guy, my guy interviews me, I pay him 6-fiddy an hour to do his damn job. I ain't rockin' with you, fatty.
Jay continues on storming as Hugh Jass gurgles some nonsense in hopes of a response from "The Mega Heel", but to no avail. Jay continues on around one more corner, where he was confronted once more. This time by Alita Lower. She had a camera crew and microphone, almost as if she was awaiting the arrival of O'Neil.
Ladies and gentlemen, JAY O'NEIL!
Jay furrows his brow at this. He was ambushed.
Uhhhhhh... How 'bout no, Hoe?
Alita is taken back by this. You'd think she'd have learned from their first encounter, when Jay didn't let her say a peep.
I got my guy, lady. I pay Adam top dollar, 5.75 an hour. I put a roof over his head, I provide for him. I ain't doin' business with no one but him.
And like that, Jay carries on. Hugh Jass: rejected. Alita Lower: blown off. Jay knew he couldn't feel bad about either. Jass lived for rejection, Alita lived for blo- moving on. Jay was moving on. Jay makes it to his locker room, where there was what he believed would be his final encounter. "The Mega Heel" knew he'd find him here. Jay walks in on "The Mega Interview" Adam LePeiu. The kid still sat in his wheelchair. His top front teeth were still missing. Adam's knee was still wrapped up in a cocoon of pain and agony from Jay's lowest superkick EVAR. Now, "The Mega Interview" had an eye patch and bandages on his ears from their last 'interview'.
Jay...
Jay finally smiles.
Adam!
Adam releases a sigh.
Doctor's say I've got two ruptured eardrums and a corneal abrasion. All I hear is ringing, man. I can't walk, my knee is wrecked. I'm so damn light sensitive in my left eye that I can't take this patch off for awhile. I'm hurting, Jay.
That's why I wanna talk to you, Adam.
I want a raise, Jay. You're paying me 4.20 an hour.
I thought you'd find that funny... Alright, I'll boost you to 4.69 an hour, kiddo. Keep up the good work.
NO. No Jay. I want more than that. I was thinking in the range of--
BOOM!
Jay stepped back, his eyes wide. Adam dropped to the floor, completely black-out unconscious. For once, it wasn't Jay who cracked the kid. He looks up from his personal interviewer and his mouth drops. In front of him stood a little lady, maybe 4'11" on a good day. She brandished a purse, which was probably the method of attack. Jay steps back and closes the door that he had left open upon arrival. Turning back to the lady, who was glaring at him.
....mom...
Shut your Goddamn mouth when you're talking to me, Jayson Tiffany.
His catchphrase used against him. Classic.
You ever talk to me like you did on the phone again, and you'll be the body on the floor. I brought you into this world, boy, and I can take you out of it.
She takes a swing at him with her purse, probably filled with bricks, coming up a foot short of connecting with him. Jay reaches up and takes his man-bun out, letting his hair droop. He pushes it out of his eyes.
Why... you... here?
One more swing from the crazy wombat woman, missing by inches. Frustrated, she hits Adam once more for good measure.
Because you've become a Goddamn disgrace to our family, Jayson. You should have all the belts by now. If it was your older brother, He'd be successful. Sure, he's the black sheep and wanted to be a "hero", and change his last name, but at least I wouldn't disappointed how my kid is performing. You care more about your friends than winning now. What the Hell is wrong with your dumb skull!? You've gone soft.
Jay sits, absorbing all the verbal abuse.
Yeah, but Ben's built like a bull....
So was your father. You're built like me, small and quick. The difference is I had killer drive. I made what you call "The GFY Driver" a thing, and it was a thing that won me multiple titles and accolades. You can barely pull it off without looking like an idiot.
Once more, a swing at Jay. This time close enough to connect, with Jay blocking it last second.
I'll rebound..
You said that with the 6-Man Tag Titles. You said that with The World Title shot. You're a loser stuck on "The Newcomer" team for a 'Legion Gauntlet', whatever the hell that is. You gunna put that on your resume?
Every little thing helps...
No, it doesn't. You need to smarten the Hell up, Jayson Tiffany. Get The World Championship by years end, or I'll send family in that'll do it. Stop disrespecting our family name. Frank would be rolling in his grave if he knew you'd be treating his "Mega Heel" gimmick as you are. Your father was at least good at being the bad guy. I'm going home, Jayson. Don't make me return.
With that, ol' Mama Heel storms out of the room. Jay was left alone with his thoughts and a body, hopefully not dead.