08-14-2013, 10:34 AM
The smell of beer, marijuana, cigarrett smoke and sweat fills the room as the scene opens. Old, pitted gray bars come into view. They stand strong, running vertically and hold back an environment of mean, pissed-off, irate thugs, drunks and possible dealers. Jonny rebel comes into view, sitting alone, on one side of the large holding cell. On the other side, crowded on a bench, are a group of 10 local Philadelphians, looking busied and beaten. Is this another case of police assault and aggression on the peoples of Philadelphia? NO! As the cameras pass by the numerous cell bars, Jonny can be seen staring a hole through the people on the other bench. He is noticeably worse looking now, more so than when he was originally taken into custody. Was this also a case of police brutality? NO!
The camera looks back and forth across the holding cell. After a few passes, another smell is in the air. Jonny sniffs it and grins.He directs his words towards both, the camera and the other inmates in the holding cell.
The camera looks back and forth across the holding cell. After a few passes, another smell is in the air. Jonny sniffs it and grins.He directs his words towards both, the camera and the other inmates in the holding cell.
You smell that? It's ripe in the air and is plentiful. It is thick and filling that entire half of the holding cell.
As Jonny points to the other side of the holding cell, containing the other ten imprisoned, you get the sense that the camera crew is looking for smoke of something, as the camera looks wildly around. Eventually landing back on Jonny, who is shaken his head slowly.
It is nothing that can be physically seen. But it is thick in the air. It's FEAR!
Jonny leans forward, giving a menacing smile to the other prisoners. They all tense up and squish together even tighter on the lone bench. One of the camera crew pass Jonny a piece of paper. His eyes dart to the white paper scan it quickly, then return to the single stare down he has with the others in the cell, although it seems as if the other he is staring down, are making it a top priority to not look Jonny in the eyes.
Well, I'm guessing that most people are going to think that if I'm one of the Lumberjacks, I would only beat up on John Madison and maybe Pete Gilmore, Well I think I have a better idea.
I was all on board with this "rookie uprising", but after watching Caliban disrespect management and get fired and watching the way that some of the other rookies act, I don't want to be aligned with that. Unlike most of the rookies, I respect what John Madison has done. I've went back and watched his matches. The man is a genius and as much as he is going to thrive on that statement, it's the simple truth.
Madison has the largest target on his back and he finds a way to retain his title at every defense. Although some of those ways might be controversial, they are, to say the lest, effective.
And Peter Gilmore......as much as the man gets made fun of for eating everything and anything, he is a tough son of a bitch. He fights his ass off, not that you can physically see any size changes in his ass, every chance he gets. He has been in some wars.
I was all on board with this "rookie uprising", but after watching Caliban disrespect management and get fired and watching the way that some of the other rookies act, I don't want to be aligned with that. Unlike most of the rookies, I respect what John Madison has done. I've went back and watched his matches. The man is a genius and as much as he is going to thrive on that statement, it's the simple truth.
Madison has the largest target on his back and he finds a way to retain his title at every defense. Although some of those ways might be controversial, they are, to say the lest, effective.
And Peter Gilmore......as much as the man gets made fun of for eating everything and anything, he is a tough son of a bitch. He fights his ass off, not that you can physically see any size changes in his ass, every chance he gets. He has been in some wars.
Jonny takes his gaze away from the people in the cell and looks into the camera. With a much more humbled tone:
It's going to be 1 month on Monday since I've been in the XWF. I have yet to win a match. While they are wins, I don't count beating those slackers in the Number One Contenders Match for the European title. My first real match was against Luca and I lost. Then I was involved in the Rumble and lost. I entered the Ladders Match this past Sunday, thinking I would finally get that elusive win, only to slip and lose to Alexandra Callaway. Then earlier tonight, I did what I promised. I beat Hunter Payne's ass all over Philly. We both beat the hell out of each other all the way to the Liberty Bell. I had him beat. But I again, made another rookie mistake and lost the match.
Now, I get to fight Mr. Radio on Mega Madness. I don't know a whole lot about Radio, but I've seen his matches and watched what he has had to say to other people in XWF. I'm looking forward to the match and view this as a measuring stick, to see how far I have come and where I need to go. Mr. Radio, I can promise you this though. I'm bringing everything I have because I'm craving that first true win. I don't just want it, I need it to justify me being in XWF. I came from an indy league where I quickly rose to fame and dominated until XWF signed me. I'm going to do the same here, but I have to get that first win.
But alas, Mr. Heyman, I don't care who it is that lands outside the ring, I'm going to beat them a bit and toss them in the ring. LJ, Pete or Madison, it make no difference to me. None of them are my friends. I've got respect for them all, but that won't stop me from curb-stomping each one of them.
Now, I get to fight Mr. Radio on Mega Madness. I don't know a whole lot about Radio, but I've seen his matches and watched what he has had to say to other people in XWF. I'm looking forward to the match and view this as a measuring stick, to see how far I have come and where I need to go. Mr. Radio, I can promise you this though. I'm bringing everything I have because I'm craving that first true win. I don't just want it, I need it to justify me being in XWF. I came from an indy league where I quickly rose to fame and dominated until XWF signed me. I'm going to do the same here, but I have to get that first win.
But alas, Mr. Heyman, I don't care who it is that lands outside the ring, I'm going to beat them a bit and toss them in the ring. LJ, Pete or Madison, it make no difference to me. None of them are my friends. I've got respect for them all, but that won't stop me from curb-stomping each one of them.
As Jonny finishes up, a policeman walks up to the holding cell. Clad in his blue uniform, the officer looks at Rebel. He gestures for him.
Rebel, you've made bail. Lets go!
The clicking of the cell being unlocked is heard and Jonny walks out. The door is closed and locked. A huge sigh of relieve can be heard escaping the mouths of the other prisoners as Jonny walks out of the room.
The scene fades as Jonny walks out of the police station, along side a slender figure who can't be identified due to the darkness.
The scene fades as Jonny walks out of the police station, along side a slender figure who can't be identified due to the darkness.
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