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#MemeQueen Luca Torchwick · (05-27-2014)

Date: 5/27/2014
Time: 0732 MT
City: Denver, Colorado
Place: Blunt Force Training Gym

The morning was a bit brisk, as it should of been up in the mountains of Colorado. The sun had not been up for too long, as Jeff Taylor, his trainer Kevin Harvey and a XWF film crew, had left their hotel rooms bright and early to hit a session at the gym. The gym was crowded with people, which wasn't surprising as the population of Denver was right at six hundred and fifty thousand people. Jeff and Kevin started some stretching techniques to get loose. After they had completed this, they began jogging on the treadmills. Jeff set his speed to 4.6 mph just to start out with. His body wasn't quite used to the high elevations of Denver. That is what this training was all about. To prepare his body for a match, in these conditions. A lot had been on Taylors mind in the past few days, and as he began to run, they all started to circulate again. He put his ear buds in his ears and plugged them into his iPod. He had a playlist just for this sort of occasion. As the sounds of Avenged Sevenfold and Metallica rang through his eardrums, he readjusted the toothpick in his mouth as the thoughts he was pondering, began a day dream.

He hadn't heard a word from the man that was suppose to be his partner at Warfare. He wondered if the man even planned on showing up to the event. If that was the case, then all the training he has been doing, preparing for a handicap match would not be in vein. It wouldn't be anyway. He trained harder than any person he had ever met before in his life. This wasn't going to be any different. But he knew it wouldn't hurt putting in that extra mile. As far as he knew, he was going into Wednesday Warfare, alone. He was fine with that, but it actually went against everything he knew. Being a soldier, he fought for the man or woman that was dressed the same as him, standing at his side. His brothers and sisters. He was pretty sure he wouldn't find that kind of comradery during his run in the XWF He had come to terms with that. He didn't need any one to help him. He was going to go out there every time he was suppose to, and do what he knew he had to do. Decimate the opponent. Fortunately for his future opponents, the matches weren't to the death. But what if his partner did show up. Would he do his part in the match? Would he be there for the tag if Jeff needed it? Jeff didn't want to put his faith in someone and get stabbed in the back. He thought on this a little more, mentally preparing himself for the worst possible outcome, concerning his partners position during the match Wednesday.

Another person he hadn't heard hide nor hair from was Cain's partner. It seemed to him that the match should be a one on one match instead of bringing in people that didn't want to be apart of it to begin with. Jeff wondered how this was affecting Cain. Did he have his faith in the man that was suppose to be in his corner? Was he expecting his partner to show up and pull his own weight? What if Cain had the same attitude and mental state that Jeff did? What if Cain didn't need a partner and was preparing himself for a handicap match as well. He wasn't concerned about the man who was suppose to be at Cains side. If he was concerned about anything, it was beating Cain himself. If he could beat a monster as big as Cain, there was no stopping him at all. Or at least not when it came to brute strength. He knew nothing of Cain's partner, but he knew Cain was a big guy. Jeff decided when he returned to the hotel room, to get on his lap top and do some research on some of the superstars in the XWF. Not just Cain and his, to be or not to be, partner at Warfare, but everyone. He wanted as much intel as he could gather. Never leave base camp, unprepared.

Then there was Cain. Just Cain. Jeff figured that if he wanted to win this match, he should concentrate on the biggest threat in the ring. Cain was the only one that had put forth any effort to explain himself to the fans and to Jeff. Showed himself, if you will. Jeff wasn't scared of any man. He would fight them all, but Cain isn't the normal man. Cain was a huge, massive and strong demon. Jeff knew he had never had to fight such a beast, but had more than enough confidence that he would be able to take out the big monster. He was going to do it. He had his mind set to the task of banishing the demon, so it would be done.

After a couple of miles, Jeff started to notice that his lungs had grown accustom to the thin air Denver had to offer. "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold has just cycled to play on his iPod. He decided it was time to crank it up a notch. He turned the speed up to 5.6 mph and increased the incline.

Kevin Harvey: Don't over do it there Taylor.

Jeff Taylor: There's no such thing Kev.

Jeff just smiled and looked back ahead of him. After another fifteen minutes, Jeff decided he wanted to go for some high intensity interval training. Jeff cranked the speed up to 9 miles per hour and sprinted for a good minute, before lowering the speed back to 6 mph for two minutes. He continued this cycle for 21 minutes. After completing it, he turns the treadmill off and hopped down onto the floor, performing a Hulk Hogan pose, feeling pumped.

Kevin Harvey: Well then, you seemed pumped and ready to go.

Jeff Taylor: Shiiiiiiit chyeah son!

The both of them just laughed and headed to a different section of the gym. A boxing ring was set up in the middle of this room with heavy bags hanging around the other open areas. Kevin directed Jeff to follow him over to a heavy bag. Kevin held the backside of the bag as Jeff strapped on some MMA gloves. Kevin started to call out different punch combinations. Jeff would slam his rights and lefts into the bag as hard as he could, rocking the bag back enough to startle Kevin, a boxing veteran.

Kevin Harvey: Dude, why didn't you get into mixed martial arts or boxing? You would of been amazing. You hit like a semi truck and you got intelligence and speed. You would of be ridiculous. How much can you cut down to if needed?

Jeff Taylor: I can cut down to 170 pounds if I needed too. Which I am the best shape of my life at that weight. Problem is, I need to keep my muscle while in the XWF. I don't know why I didn't choose the MMA or boxing path Kev. Maybe after a few years of wrestling, I'll think about it.

Kevin continued to call out punch combinations as Jeff was drilling the bag with left and right handed punches in succession. After a few sessions of five minute rounds, Kev decided he needed to take a short break. Jeff looked over to the cameraman. Jeff then turned his eyes to Kala, who was producing todays interview. Jeff cracked a smile at Kala. She blushed slightly, before realizing that they were strapped for time. She shook her head and pointed at her watch. Jeff understood what she was wanting and walked over to where they were posted. He sat down on the outer ring apron. After he got situated he looked into the camera and began to speak.

Jeff Taylor: Deeeenver, Colorado. Home of the Broncos. Peyton should of stayed in Indianapolis, but that's just my two cents, because I'm a Colts fan. Wednesday Warfare is ever so close. Just around the corner. Within this event, stars of the XWF are going to do battle against one another. The ones that train the hardest are the ones who are going to win those battles. I have trained my ass off for the one that I'm about to pursue. A tag match against a demon, and some other fella that just doesn't think it necessary to show himself. Which I can't say much for my partner neither, as he has also, been a bit of a no show. That's all well and good. Because I don't think the XWF authority, wanted to display our tag team abilities on Wednesday. No no. I think they wanted to put four guys in the ring, with the hopes of someone stabbing the other in the back, or all of us just beating the immortal hell out of each other. Again, that's well and good, because I didn't train for a tag match. I trained for a handicap match. Not just a two on one handicap match either, no no, I trained for the possibility that I would be facing three men at once. Which is a possibility. It could happen. I don't know any of these fucks I'm going to be in the ring with, so it only makes sense, to go in over prepared and ready for any situation that may surface during this bout. I have heard words from Cain. From the monster. But only a little. I know he has the heart. I know he is up for the task of getting in the ring with the "Devil Dog," but as for his partner in crime, I don't know if that fella is going to be ready. That is, if he even shows up. My thought on the matter is; he doesn't need to. As far as that goes, neither does the man they selected to be in the corner with me. I don't think that either of them can put on a performance like Cain and I could do, just one on one. Maybe that'll happen, maybe it won't. Maybe Cain and I both will be surprised that the two of them even laced their boots up Wednesday night. Either way, I'm ready to go. Always ready to go. Always prepared for anything. I'm only hoping that whoever is in the ring with me come Warfare, that they are ready as well. I know that I'm a force to be reckoned with. I know that I am beast in the ring. I know that I am strong, fast and tactical. I know who I am. I'm "Devil Dog" Jeff Taylor. "The Emerald Isle Badass." "The Marine." Though the first and the last are true. They're just names. Given to me by those who have seen the carnage that I can bring to a man, on the battlefield, or in the squared circle. Underneath all that flare for the fans amusement, I'm just a man. Jeff Taylor. Born a normal kid in Jacksonville, North Carolina. Raised to be a fighter, a Marine, a... "Devil Dog." People are going to find out who Jeff Taylor really is. My match last week didn't show much of what it means to be "Devil Dog" Jeff Taylor. I wiped the floor with those two "superstars" of the XWF. I respect all my competition, but that doesn't mean I like them. Its a long and lonely road, down the path of acception. It takes a special kind of breed to get on my good side. None of which are superstars of the XWF. I'm a lone wolf, when it comes to that matter. I don't want anybodys help and I damn sure don't need anybodys help. But when you're forced into a match with a tag team partner, you kind of don't have a choice. But still yet, I don't need his help. I don't even know the mother fuckers name. All I know is, come Warfare, I'm going to walk down to the ring, stare evil in the eyes, then I'm going to annihilate it. I'm going to banish the so called demon back to from winced it came. I got a bit more training to take care of, but I will leave you with this... Cain, and that other fuck, whatever your name is, Luca? Something stupid like that. You two fellas are in for a world of hurt come Wednesday Warfare. I respect you both, but I don't like either of you and don't ever plan to. So remember what I said the other day. Before you step in the ring, before you have walked down the ramp, before you have stepped onto that stage area, before you have walked through the curtain. Backstage.. pass catering, the locker rooms, authority offices and the like. The door you walked in after you have arrived at the arena. Check your ego there, at that door, with all the rest of the body parts you are planning to keep... You two fucks... ARE NOT!..... Prepared......

Jeff winks at Kala, and turns around to slam an over hand right into an unmanned heavy bag, sending it up parallel to the floor before it swings back down pulling the anchor from the ceiling, as the bag and all the chains hit the floor. Jeff stands there, pumped up beyond belief, before turning his head back to the camera, twisting the toothpick around in his mouth...

Jeff Taylor: Oorah...

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