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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 3 2007, 10:02 PM (13 Views) | |
| Jay Encina | Nov 3 2007, 10:02 PM Post #1 |
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A flash back scene. Two weeks prior. October Twenty Second, Two Thousand Seven. Monday Night Revolution. Jay Encina watches ringside. Blood running down his forehead, a nasty gash by a loser. Near the curtain, "The Wonderboy" Tom Burgess and Big Poppa Jim celebrates Tom's win over Jay in their First Blood match due to Big Poppa Jim's interference. Heavy breathing and a face full anger, Jay charges down to the office of Alexander Stryfe demanding a rematch. Stryfe sets it on EWF's cross-branded PPV, Xtreme Collision. Walks out Stryfe's office, still bloodied, and went straight to the medic station. Scene fades. A week prior. A warehouse outside of West Covina, California. A sparsely lit hallway and a slightly cracked door down at the end. A sweet stench emminating from it. Inside is a bare bones work out set, tape covering most of the handles for a better than nothing grip. A bench press set in the middle of the room in front of a mirror, with enough space around it to be considered the center of the ratty work out station. An empty air fills the room, only the echo sounds of straining, and exhertions are heard. Jay Encina sits on the weight bench facing the mirror. A forehead full of stitches. With in his eyes burn determination, a future solidified, and a desire to achieve greatness. Almost had that match in the bag until that prick Big Poppa Jim interfered in the match and distracted me. It's not over yet. I have to have my payback. Flash to the present. A week later. A now focused,determined, excited Jay Encina sits infront of the mirror again. A slight scar from the stitches mars his face. A jacket covers his upper torso, which seems more defined, a better built chasis per say. I'll never make the same mistake again... I'll never make the same mistake again... I'LL NEVER MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE AGAIN!! A brief pause as his gaze transfixes on a certain point on the mirror. Tom, you might have won that match but you havent won the war... In fact we're just reaching the climax of it... And at Xtreme Collision, the whole world will bare witness to the ending of the Tom Burgess and Jay Encina saga as I end yours and your bitch's pathetic existence... You see Tom I am working hard... I am pushing myself to the limits working out day in and day out... Because at Xtreme Collision, I want every part of my body something I can use as a weapon... I want every part of my body to be able to knock you and your bitch out or make you both tap out! And this time, there will be no tricks Tom... You're in my world now... And it would be a miracle if you come out alive... As for Cash Jeremy... You will be my warm up for Xtreme Collision... See you this Monday night... He blinks a few times, and lays back down on the bench. You hear the controlled breathing, the slow and methodicle counting of somebody taking his time. This sound repeats as the screen goes blank. |
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