Post by #DI-WHY? on Mar 5, 2016 1:48:55 GMT -5
[in the gym and Jette is punching a punching bag. It's dark in the gym and Jette has a blindfold on]
Jette: ing. Fatal. 4-Way. ing. Fatal 4-Way.
"You've been repeating that for a while now"
[Jette turns and takes the blindfold off. He smiles at the sight of his old trainer]
Jette: Jesus Hank, you're a sight for sore eyes. What are you doing here?
Hank: I'm here to help you with your match. You know, the one you seem so "hyped" for. I figured it'd be like old times.
Jette: I don't know. The kind of stuff we did was enough for the minor leagues, but this is the WFWF, I need to get intense. I've been through rough times.
Hank: You look like it. Have you.... been sleeping here?
Jette: ........no.
Hank: Heh. That tent says otherwise.
Jette: Hank, it's a fatal 4-way. My first match is a fatal 4-way. I have to leave my mark. I won't fade off into obscurity. I can't be a one hit wonder here. There's too much riding on this.
[Jette puts the blindfold back on and continues his training]
Hank: So why the blindfold?
Jette: Easy. Helps me envision the other three with each punch.
Hank: Mikey, you need my help. Unless, of course, you don't care about this match...
Jette: [stops punching] My entire career has climaxed into this one match. It'd be hard enough to beat one guy, but THREE!? I've given my entire career to this industry. I can't let it stop here. My fans deserve more from me.
Hank: It always was about the fans for you. Why do you care so much about what they think?
[Jette pauses]
Jette: That's a story for another time. Let's just leave it at my childhood wasn't pretty. I wasn't well liked. Torment can change a person.
Hank: Well, that's all well and good, and frankly it doesn't matter right now. Shouldn't have asked. You have a match. Do you need my help or not?
Jette: Thanks, but no thanks. I can handle this.
Hank: Whatever. Call me when you lose your "ing fatal 4-way"
Jette: Heh. At least I have something new. "ing. Fatal. 4-way." was getting old.
[Jette continues to train, his past, his match, and his recent encounter with his trainer on his mind]
Jette: ing. Hank. Hansen. ing. Hank. Hansen.
[Jette stops and slouches against the wall]
Jette: This is my start. Let's make it a memorable one. For me. For the fans. And to prove to that asswipe that I can win the big one.
Jette: ing. Fatal. 4-Way. ing. Fatal 4-Way.
"You've been repeating that for a while now"
[Jette turns and takes the blindfold off. He smiles at the sight of his old trainer]
Jette: Jesus Hank, you're a sight for sore eyes. What are you doing here?
Hank: I'm here to help you with your match. You know, the one you seem so "hyped" for. I figured it'd be like old times.
Jette: I don't know. The kind of stuff we did was enough for the minor leagues, but this is the WFWF, I need to get intense. I've been through rough times.
Hank: You look like it. Have you.... been sleeping here?
Jette: ........no.
Hank: Heh. That tent says otherwise.
Jette: Hank, it's a fatal 4-way. My first match is a fatal 4-way. I have to leave my mark. I won't fade off into obscurity. I can't be a one hit wonder here. There's too much riding on this.
[Jette puts the blindfold back on and continues his training]
Hank: So why the blindfold?
Jette: Easy. Helps me envision the other three with each punch.
Hank: Mikey, you need my help. Unless, of course, you don't care about this match...
Jette: [stops punching] My entire career has climaxed into this one match. It'd be hard enough to beat one guy, but THREE!? I've given my entire career to this industry. I can't let it stop here. My fans deserve more from me.
Hank: It always was about the fans for you. Why do you care so much about what they think?
[Jette pauses]
Jette: That's a story for another time. Let's just leave it at my childhood wasn't pretty. I wasn't well liked. Torment can change a person.
Hank: Well, that's all well and good, and frankly it doesn't matter right now. Shouldn't have asked. You have a match. Do you need my help or not?
Jette: Thanks, but no thanks. I can handle this.
Hank: Whatever. Call me when you lose your "ing fatal 4-way"
Jette: Heh. At least I have something new. "ing. Fatal. 4-way." was getting old.
[Jette continues to train, his past, his match, and his recent encounter with his trainer on his mind]
Jette: ing. Hank. Hansen. ing. Hank. Hansen.
[Jette stops and slouches against the wall]
Jette: This is my start. Let's make it a memorable one. For me. For the fans. And to prove to that asswipe that I can win the big one.