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Learned my Lesson; Last RP for Mayhem
Topic Started: Nov 21 2007, 06:28 PM (26 Views)
Jay Encina
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It’s a cold rainy day in Downtown, New York City. It’s about 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and a yellow Taxi pulls up to a building. The camera zooms out and the building becomes a familiar site. . The sign out front reads 40/40. The back door on the passenger side of the Taxi swings open and Jay Encina steps from the vehicle. He's wearing a black "Tap Out or Knock Out" t-shirt. A faded black St. John Bay jeans and white Nike Air sneakers. He goes on to peek at the windows of the front seat. After a few seconds, he scrambles to his pocket and retrieves a dollar bill. He gave to the driver the dollar bill and the Taxi drove away. Jay picks up his backpack and rushes to the front door and walks in but a blond-long-haired-slicked-back muscular bouncer standing 6 foot 7 inches tall and was wearing a custom black suit with a white shirt and a black tie along with a black pressed pants and black leather shoes stopped him.

Hey man. The club is not yet open to the public. Only VIPs are allowed to go in or people that are in my list.

I was supposed to meet a friend here. His name's David Kennedy. Is his name on the list?

The bouncer looks through his list by pointing his fingers one by one to the names listed. He nods his head then look back at Jay.

Yeah he's in the list of VIPs here. And yes he did informed us that he had invited a guest here today but unfortunately he's still not here but usually comes around during this time of the day after work.

Well can I just wait for him inside? Ive got nowhere to go.

Alright (taking off the velvet rope barricade) I'll inform him that you're here already when he comes around.

Jay just nods and enters the bistro.

Cut to

Jay entering the $4 million 12,000 square feet of pure sports and entertainment multi-level space which is adorned by various sports memorabilia like jerseys and posters as well as state of the art entertainment technologies that includes a 24’ x 8’ slate bar, a 16-foot-wide staircase furnished with sleek seating on the steps, 15 LCD TV’s, 8 plasmas (three of which are 60"), four 12' X 12' two-sided big screen TV's. This sports bar and lounge owned by hip hop mogul Jay-Z and partner Juan Perez also consist of premium Cognac Room and three private VIP rooms. Two of the VIP rooms, the "Rémy Lounge" and "Jay's Room" (24' X 16' each), are fully equipped with their own personal entertainment centers, 60" plasma TV's, Italian leather wrap-around couches, all controlled by their own touch-screen remotes. Each room can hold up to 70 people for private parties and events. The third VIP room, The Hall of Fame room, is 46' X 20' and can hold up to 150 guests. The place is not very busy, there are a few women walking around but business hasn’t really picked up yet. Jay Encina walks to the bar and sits on one of the stools as a bartender attends to him.


What can I get for you today sir?

Crown and coke please.

Just a minute.

The bartender started pouring drinks on a glass. Suddenly, a voice is heard from the back of the club. It’s that idiot that Shawn Carter is trusting his club to. The annoying little Italian fucker Tony Mayorga. As he comes close, we can now understand what's he's saying. Jay just stay put and never even give any attention towards him. Mayorga is now beside Jay.

What the F*ck are you doing in my club?

Jay turns around to face him. Jay looks at him mockingly.

Hi to you too Tony. Is that how Italians greet their old friends?

Look here fucker! I dont have time to joke around with you! I have a club to ran and I'm about to ran your ass outta here!

What have I ever did to you Tony?

F*ck you! You paralyzed my brother during your underground fight! You heartless piece of shit!

Not my fault. He faked his documentations. We didnt knew he was 17 until you fuckers came on. And the fact he knows how things work in the underground, he should've seen it coming. Plus the fact that he had signed a wager with Kennedy that the organization is not responsible for whatever happened to him in that octagon so we're off there. That's his fault not anybody else.

It was your fault! You didnt even had the heart to let him off! You beat him the moment the bell rang! You pounded him like a rag doll! And then you pounced him with your german suplexes and you never let go until his spine is shattered! You remorseless bitch!

Two muscle-bound guys came to the back of Mayorga. One of them is the bouncer from the front door. Both of them looking fiercely at Jay and clenching their fist.

Well he wanted to experience our world so I gave him an experience that he'll never forget...

...And I'm about to give you an experience you'll never forget! Boys get 'em!

Jay stood up from the stool he is sitting and goes on to a fighting stance. The long haired muscle bound guy first attacked Jay. Jay manage to duck out of the punch and at the same time hits the guy with a HUGE punch in the gut. The guy falls into the bar in agony. Meanwhile, the spiked haired guy took advantage of Jay having his attention on the long haired guy, as he grabs Jay from the behind. This guy's much bigger than the long haired guy. He maybe 6'9 to 6'10 all pure muscle. The bald headed guy holds Jay as he shouts to the long haired guy who is now getting up. The long haired guy saw the opportunity, goes up swiftly and attacked Jay. The long haired guy punched Jay as hard as he can. Jay winced because of the impact of the punch to his jaw. The long haired guy delivers blow after blow to Jay's already bleeding face and body as Mayorga laughs and shouts in glee. Suddenly...

BANG!

Mayorga in fear of the gunshot, hurriedly runs and jump into the back of the bar. The bald headed guy who's holding Jay, lets him go and hurriedly ducks. So is the long haired guy. The other people in the club also scrambles around to duck. The camera pans to reveal David Kennedy wearing a custom maid black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, a pressed pants and newly shined black leather shoes. His hair is clean cut and gelled to perfection. He stands there with a .48 Pistol in the air. He slowly raises down the pistol and slid it back to his gun handle attached on his belt. We now see Tony carefully peeking from under the bar and stands up hurriedly when he realize it was David Kennedy. He goes round the bar to get out and went straight face to face with Kennedy.


Doesnt mean you're a member and VIP here, you can just fire a gun! I'm gonna stripped you off your membership privileges and you'll be ban from this club ever again!

Wow Mayorga... Still dreaming that you're the owner of this club eh? Nice one man. It's not wrong to dream. But it's not right to assume that dreams are the same as reality. The last time I checked, your just the manager here and I am friends with Juan Perez. In fact, Juan is a fan of my organization...

Kennedy scrambles to his pocket and retrieve his phone and raises it up to face level of Mayorga.

And I can just punch seven numbers and your gone from here.

Mayorga looks at him and is turning red because of anger as Kennedy is just smiling mockingly. He then shifts his stare to Jay Encina.

Ready to go kid?

Where are we going?

(As he is facing Mayorga)Somewhere there is no foul mouthed dead rat smelling Italian bastard...

Jay just nodded as Kennedy gestured him to move. Jay moves on to the exit as Kennedy also moves too but still looking face to face with Mayorga. Kennedy and Jay exits the club..

Fade out

Fade in to the an office. The office is painted white and had posters of various fighting events and framed photos of fighters and news articles on various spots on the walls. On the far end of the room, there stand a black metallic case that holds trophies, awards or any kind of accomplishments and awards. The camera pans and we now see Jay Encina and David Kennedy. Jay is sitting on a gray traditional chair while in front of him is a light brown mahogany desk with a lot of paperwork and posters and flyers of various events scattered on it. David Kennedy is behind the mahogany desk sitted on his leather swivel chair crossed legged. Beside Kennedy is another double decked mahogany desk that is rather much smaller than that in front of Jay and Kennedy. There's a monitor of a computer on the first deck of the table as well as its keyboard and mouse. On the second deck of the desk is a machine which is a combination of a printer and scanner. There's also a TV rack behind David with a 36'' plasma tv that is hooked on a DVD player. It's currently turned on as we see the logo of Sony on its screen. We can sense the silence in the room. The two men looks at each other. Kennedy has a glass of red wine in hand. Kennedy suddenly breaks the silence.


So what makes you call me out of the blue? I mean I was really surprised. I havent heard from you for how long? 2 years? And then out of the blue I got a phone call from you. So what's wrong man?

I just need to regain my focus David. If you've been following my career lately, you know that I'm not on the winning end lately. And I hate it already. I need to regain the fire that I used to have when I first began.

So what role do I play in this regaining of focus or whatever it is you want to regain?

I think it's time for me to go and find my roots. I need to go back to the place I had my first success. And you know exactly where it is David.

Yeah I know exactly what you means... But are you up to it? Every thinking human beings know the difference between Pro Wrestling and real fights. Can your body still take it?

Would I ask you this favor if I'm not up to it?

Well if that's what you want then you got it kid. I'll see you Tuesday night.

Be sure that my opponent will bring me to my limit David.

Oh he will kid... He will.

I gotta go... I need to train...

Alright.. Good luck...

Both men stood up as David Kennedy extends his hands and Jay reach it and shakes it. Jay exits the room as Kennedy just looks at him and sits back down as the scene fades.

Fade Out

Fade in to Jay in a gym. He is clad in a black muscle shirt, a black boxing shorts and a white Reebok basketball sneakers. He's doing his stretching on one corner when Robert Morgan, his trainer, approaches him.


Yeah ready kid?

Jay looks up at Morgan and nods.

Let's do it...

Jay gets up from the floor and follows Morgan as the scene fades to...

A montage of Jay's training. We hear the intro of “Headstrong” by Trapt as Robert Morgan oils out Jay's body, torso and legs. Jay has that intense look in his eyes.


Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said


We see Jay Encina doing pull ups on a handle bar.

Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out. See you later


We see Jay doing bench presses with a 500 pound weights.

I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)


Jay is now running on a thread mill and sweating hard.

Go kid! You can do it! Push it yourself harder!

Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide


We now see Jay doing jumping jacks inside the ring and one member of team Encina comes in wearing paddings on his head, body, his elbows and hands.

(F*ck!)
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away


Jay barrage his sparring partner with a series of punches, elbows and knees. We see Jay take the sparring partner down and barrages the sparring partner with heavy punches and elbows on the face and knees to the midsection. This continues until the scene fades along with the song.

Fade out

Fade in to Robert Morgan's office. Jay enters the room newly showered and wears a white Nike t-shirt, a blue pants and a black Converse sneakers. Robert Morgan is on his desk which is cluttered with paper work.


You called for me Robert?

Yeah. Have a seat Jay.

Jay sat at the metal folding chair by Robert's desk.

I have something to show to you...

Robert stands up and goes to the TV. He turns on the power as well as his VCR. We now see the image of Jay in the screen.

We see Jay Encina wearing his usual ring gear. He had his face buried on his hands. Slowly he lifts his head as we his eyes fiercing with flames of anger as he begins to speak.

I remember being about 8 years old and watching the then WWF prancing around with the legends that were Andre The Giant... Hulk Hogan... Yokozuna.. all those stars. All those star's I wanted to imitate.. I loved it to watch them in the middle of the ring holding the gold.. holding the one thing that you knew would make them remembered... that would make them a great.. the fact that they could say to their kids.. to their grandkids that they were the WORLD CHAMPION... see that WORLD... that's the key word.. just think.. there are what? 6 Billion people on this planet... and you have the god damn right to be the WORLD CHAMPION... It really hits a spot.. A small child like myself grew up watching the stars of the past.. but there are kids everywhere now watching Me.. watching Jay Encina in the middle of the squared circle... I see the kids when I walk down the streets, they have their wrestling shirts like I did.. these dont say Hulk Hogan all over them.. these don't say Stone Cold Steve Austin all over them.. they dont say John Cena all over them... they have my name... JAY ENCINA... they all want to be there... they all want to be what I am... They all have TAP OUT OR KNOCK OUT written on the back of their shirts.. They all wish they were... but the fact is one of them some where out of the many may possibly grow up to be a wrestling star... they could be the future.. but right now is my time and right now is what will be remembered in the future.. because this is going to be an event that people are going to look back on... people recall the great matches... people recall the big stay points of wrestling history.... The Wrestlemania's, The Screw Jobs... But the dream never happened... I'm still in the same place right when I started.

I've dedicated my whole life to it. I had gave my everything I have. I honed my body to physical perfection. For it to be a machine of mass destruction. I have dominated every opponents that they've put in front of me. Some of me them are still here to tell the stories of how I beat their asses or how I made them tapped. Some them are confined now either on a wheel chair or on a bed. Or much worse... Some of them are six feet under and being feasted by maggots. I've put my body on the line. I've defied every ounce of my physical limitations. I've gave it all my best shot... But all of those are not enough for me to be given a shot on the top prize. I have been held back, held on. Wasnt given a chance to shine.

Jay bows his head as he punches the bench he is sitting on. He suddenly stands and moves closer to the camera as he looks at it with more intensity and anger in his eyes as he begins to speak again.

IT PISSES ME OFF! IT PISSES ME OFF SEEING ALL THIS GUYS RUNNING AROUND LOOKING LIKE THEY'VE BEEN RIPPED OFF FROM A CARTOON CHARACTER BUT YET THEY HAD ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE SHOTS AT THE TITLE ALREADY!! AND ME? ME JAY ENCINA! THE MAN WHO IS REAL AS REAL CAN GET! YET I HAVENT EVEN BEEN GIVEN A CHANCE TO TAKE A SHOT AT A CHAMPIONSHIP GOLD!!

Jay kicks the bench he was previously sitting and now is pounding on his locker door as well as throwing his ring gear all around. We see security come in and try to hold him back. Jay fought back against the security restraining him. The security are all laid out. We now see police comes in to Jay's locker room as he was beaten down to the ground with a billy club. We see Jay on the floor as his hands is being handcuffed behind his back.

Fade out.


Morgan pauses the VCR and turns towards Jay.

So did you like your stay at the county jail that night?

Where the hell did you get that Bobby? I thought I told the cameraman to not to air it!

Unfortunately Ms. Blaze found out about it. She approach the cameraman who took that footages and ask him for a copy. It was Ms. Blaze who masterminded its airing. She's playing mind games with you Jay.

I'm gonna kill that bitch!!

There's more... Looks what's her answer is to that footage...

Bobby fast forwards the tape on his VCR. He then plays it as we see Monica Blaze bitchy face on the screen. We hear a familiar voice.

The Octagon shaped room I stood in the middle of was to represent the ring of the U.F.C, one of the main mixed martial arts federations. On the walls were were pictures of many of Jay Encina's foul ups. And one large photo of one Jay with his head cut open using a graphic editing tool to show an empty head. Inside was a spider web, and on the top of the picture the words "Jay Encina "The Brainless Wonder." I was just walking around the room in a pair of cute little jeans and a nice silk, button up top of blue this time. Blue was the color to represent the sheer gloom of this situation. But of course I'm not going to expect him to catch that symbolism. So here I am walking around the room and I toss up my hands, roll my eyes, and just go to the center of the room, fall on the floor on my butt and sit indian style as I look to the camera and start talking as if I am just so distraught.

Monica: Ladies and gentleman. What does it take for me to continue to get challenges? I place the first defeat on Zack Riley, I put another loss on your Alex Liddel, who is supposedly one of Revolution's best, and when I think that with your help, and support with your fan mail, your support, the merchandise you buy that has my likeness or name upon it, the administration decides that I am to be put at the bottom rung of the ladder again, against someone that I think has about as much talent when it comes to wrestling as an overgrown toddler. Who am I talking about? I am talking about the ONE, the ONLY Jay Encina. And my friends thank God he is the only one. This man makes some sense some of the time, but most of the time, it is as if he has had half of his brain removed, and is just throwing tantrums.

I sigh slightly, just to accent how much I am really disturbed by the administrations choice in opponents for me. Not to mention the fact that this guy has given me enough to use against him for ten matches let alone one.

Monica: What am I talking about you ask? I am talking about his last promotion. Jay you're beating a locker and hoping that tossing a bit of a hissy fit is going to get you any closer to the world title you yearn for? You have your son drawing pictures of you with the world title, now what seven year old would do such on his own? Well perhaps a smart one, so you might want to ask yourself this, does the milk man, or the mail man spend a lot more time at your house than they should? Because either people put your little boy up to drawing the little picture, or that just shows how much you talk about it, OR he is smart enough to pick up on your own wishes and desires and hopes to please you with his drawing. In this case I would really take a long look at the milk man. Because I hate to point this out to to you but you just aren't the sharpest crayon in the box.

Yeah I'm not going to use too many big words here he might not understand me. So I keep it simple as I continue just out of frustration tossing a pillow which is near me at one of the pictures before I compose myself a little. No need to go down to his level... good lord I don't think I could if I tried.

Monica: Yeah, yeah I know this is all stuff that people normally say about each other in these wonderful things called promo's but goodness me, with so much evidence to support my theories about you what really can I say other than the truth. The public deserves to know the truth, and though I think that you know, you have shown the public a good amount but what would it hurt for me to point out in this time of Thanksgiving break for all and lots of food and so on, the biggest turkey of them all. But as I do I would also like to point out what I am thankful for. For it is very close to thanksgiving, and indeed our show falls on that evening. I'm not too happy about that since I have to miss a bit of time with my family but we are celebrating on Wednesday so that both myself and my fiance can work off our thanksgiving dinner before our matches. And with that I lead into what I am most thankful for. My family, my twins, my fiance, my sister, my parents, and yes even my soon to be brother-in-law Mr. Alexander Stryfe. It seems that I have acquired an interesting in law but still I'm thankful that my sister is happy. I am also thankful that my twins are healthy, happy, and extremely smart little children. Their drawings depict their own thoughts not just the thoughts of myself and their father.

I had to smile now as I thought about all I had to be thankful for. And of course I would be untouched this go round. Alex gave me some sore muscles and such for my trouble this guy I doubt will lay a hand on me before he is flat on his face and down for the count. Since well I really don't want to look at his face for damn thats an ulgy mug.

Monica: Your little boy is trying to make his daddy happy. Not to mention that trophy wife of yours, I don't know how you managed to get her to even look at you twice, maybe it was the fact you were going to be on T.V and that's the only chance she would ever get since she may be pretty but just not pretty enough to actually be anything more than your little house wife. How very sad for her, and how pathetic that she would use you for your fame. Because look in the mirror Jay dear, your not exactly in her class. So like I said your little boy may just be someone Else's. And if you come back with the "why doesn't Ryan test those kids of yours" I will be very disappointed in you. Since well, that's something I think everyone that doesn't really have anything better to say is going to try to point out that we aren't married. Or something to that extent. How lovely of them, but the frightening truth in that is that people with no tact will go and call me a whore without knowing anything about me, they will insult me with this or that insult with no real proof behind anything they say. I hide nothing from my public, but I do not go around with a camera zoomed in on me all the time like yourself and Mr. Liddel. I actually have a life that has points in it that I don't want everyone to see. But I assure you I want for nothing. My fiance is the number one contender for the Legacy title, and me, if he wasn't going to hold it I would soon enough. For now I'm just proving myself by having an undefeated record which I have no intention on letting you put a halt to.

I huffed a bit and went back to talking about Encina and well, I had to talk about him, and I was showing my distain for talking about him.

Monica: But enough about what I am thankful for let's talk about your little camera that is glued to your ass apparently. I can't deny hearing about how you dreamed about being a wrestler and how it makes you all choked up that you have SOME FANS, is touching in a little, sentimental, sort of way. I would expect that maybe from someone who doesn't change into the man who how did you put it "is built to be a machine of mass destruction." You know I have a helpful hint for you, if you want to come off as intimidating don't have the camera follow you around when your acting like a big outdated has been. You are talking about how you have fought to the top, how you have yet to get your big break, and then you play "We are the Champions" by Queen, and I'm not talking about that cunt who thinks she can have my sister's fiance either.

I just had to laugh there, my perfect smile shining as I make a quick jab in the name of my big sister. I might need her for something in the future so....might as well mention her as much as I can in order to make her happy with me. Yeah I know I'm sneeky...anyway on with the slaughter. ::

Monica: But back on track. You talk and talk about this and this and that and how you want to be the world champion, and yet you don't have the for-sight to say anything about me other than the following, when asked what you are planning on doing in this match you respond with "Beat her immediately and go on to my next match and move a little closer to my goal..." And who are you getting your advice from. Like I told Zack and Alex, if you are going to say moronic things at least for the love of GOD get advise from someone who knows something. You on the other hand go to a taxi driver, a random taxi driver and he is the one who is telling you how to win this match. How not to go in like you're going into win but to fight with your heart. Now as sweet as that is Jay, I would have to say that is stupid as all holy hell. Not to mention again I ask you HOW do you get this footage!? I mean come on first Alex Liddel gives me footage of him in a prison where the assumption is he is going to take it up the ass to not die by his lil mexican friend. But then you come along and have a little cabby giving you your fighting tips. WOW. That is all I have to say to that is WOW!

I tossed my hands up and acted as if the force made me fall onto my back. The camera would span so it would look down upon me as I spoke now, laying comfortably on the carpeted floor. ::

Monica: Come on guys, you get mad at what I say, how I talk to you, what I talk about, but hell if you give me enough ammo to use against you to supply a small army what do you think I'm going to do, just let it go and not make the public realize how much of a moron you are. I am so very pleased that ONCE again, will be the favorite in this match, one because I'm a girl beating a guy. For two I am a girl who can kick ass and look good doing it. And three I have an I.Q larger than my shoe size. Needless to say I think I've pretty much torn you apart Mr. Encina, so go lick your wounds and prepare for your massive beating. Because I am having a premonition that this is ANOTHER large loss for Mr. Encina, the man who wants a title shot without being able to win more than three out of five of his matches... and apparently according to your loss record you have had seven matches. Sooo two and three equals seven? In your world maybe. So what are you blowing the boss or something? Anyway.. I need to prepare for Thanksgiving... I would tell you to do the same but other than the milk man's son and your wife who loves you for something.. I don't know what but something you don't have much to be thankful for since well I'm going to beat your face in.

Ah yes that makes this ordeal a little better. I get to beat his face in at the end of the day. Not to mention be the crowd favorite. Ah how I love, being popular. ::

Monica: Oh And remember don't over eat before our match I don't want puke on me please and thank you.

I crinkled my nose up a little and just waved my hand in a dismissive manner.

Monica: Now away scare crow want-to-be, go and try to see the wizard to get a brain. I however have better things to do than waste anymore time on you.

And with that I would life my legs and just push them down, hoping up and smile and before the camera before all faded to black I heard Ryan from the other room.

Ryan: Honey where is the whipped cream, I wanna make you into a sundae er... I mean make you a sundae.

I just laughed

Monica: Yeah better things like him!


Morgan pauses the video again and faces Jay.

What do you have to say to this? I have a video camera if you want to send in a reply.

(looking at a distance) No... I have nothing to reply... And I dont want to reply...

You've been insulted by Blaze on National TV and you'll say nothing??

Yeah. Let her do all the talk... I'm gonna do all the actions... Let her bring that ass... I'll bring the whooping... I gotta go... I got an underground match tonight...

Jay stands up and exits leaving Robert Morgan still watching the Monica Blaze promo.

Fade out.

Fade in to Jay inside a taxi. He checks his phone and saw that there's a misscall and a voicemail that he havent listened to. He punched in the voicemail number and listens. The voice prompt said he have one new voice message and five stored voice message. The voice prompted to play the new voice message. We hear a familiar voice. It was Matt Sensation. Jay listens as the message begins to play.


Yo Jay! Where ya at man? When are you flying to Bulgaria man? You should come already man! So we could chill out and hang out and see the sites and get the feel of the town. And when I say site, you know exactly what I mean... Hehehe...

Jay laughs a little. Matt really knows how to make him break down laughing. They had clicked since the first time they met each other at WCF and became running buddies since then. When Matt got signed at DEW, Jay called him immediately and the fun times had continue. And now they've brought that friendship to the backstage of EWF. Jay eagerly listens as the message continues to play.

Speaking of site... I got myself quite a site right now... You see I am with some one and this lady is somewhat... have a very rare intimate... and steamy... moment with the Sexy King... Dont worry man... You'll be our audience... Though you're on the US and we're on Bulgaria... I will describe you what's going on while you sit there and try to imagine... To start off, this girl is a red head... Kinda reminds me of your opponent on Mayhem this week, Monica Blaze but hotter and prettier... Anyway, we're already positioned here man... And she's so down on me screwing her in the behind so we're in that position...

We hear a voice with unfathomable language. Matt just answers yes and no. Jay laughs a little.

Hear that man? German is a sexy language and it makes me want to F*ck her even more... Anyway, I'm gonna take off her undies now... Slowly... Slowly... Slowly... BAAMM!! Her pu**y is out!! And her... OH MY GOD!!

We hear Matt Sensation cursing in the background and screaming as the Bulgarian lady keeps on speaking in her Native tongue. We hear doors slamming. Matt continues talking.

That chick or... guy... or whatever you may call him or her... is a hermaphrodite!! He got a *i*k and balls bigger than mine!! EWWW!!! Anyway catch you when you arrive at Bulgaria. We'll find us a true chick not some fucking hermaphrodite!! Peace out man...

Jay breaks down and laughing hard. He replaces the phone on his jeans pocket as the scene fades.

Fade in to a locker room. Jay is busy lacing up his boots. It was the night he was waiting for. This is the night that will determine his fate on Mayhem. If he regained that intensity he had, maybe then MAYBE he will have a chance to beat Monica Blaze. If not then... this is not his option but it had to come to this... if he looses his match against Monica Blaze, he will just hang his pro wrestling boots and go back to MMA. It's not option for him because he fell in love with Pro Wrestling. He had a special attachment to it as it said in his life story DVD.

David Kennedy enters the room dressed in a black custom made suit with white stripes and a black shirt underneath. Jay looks up to him.


You sure you wanna do this? I can still picked someone to replace you.

No. I'm gonna do it. I'll be alright.

If something happens to you in that cage and wont be able to fly to Bulgaria, it's not...

I KNOW!!

Momentarily silence.

... And I'm ready to go back in the win column.

Let's do it...

Jay just nods and stands up and he and Kennedy exits the door.

Fade out.

Fade in to a warehouse with a caged ring in the middle. The warehouse is packed with people all screaming their lungs off and hungry for violence. In the middle of the ring, we see a fat guy wearing a red McDonald's t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He had a piece of paper on his left hands and the microphone on his right hand. The crowd makes all the other sound so audible.


Ladies and Gentleman! Our next bout is a one night only event! And features a returning fighter against a fighter who is dominating the ranks here in our fighting organization! Let's meet our combatants!

”The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson blairs the whole warehouse as Jay enters the curtain with Team Encina shaking his arms wearing a black Tapout hoodie and a black Tapout beanie. The crowd showers him with a chorus of boos. Jay stops at the top of the entrance ramp to do a jumping warm up.

I cant believe I'm here again. Feels like ages since the last time I've been here. I hope this place brings out what I wanted to bring out again in me.

Nothing suffocates you more than
the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you make
your children breath into survive


Crowd Chant: YOU SOLD OUT!! GET THE F*ck OUT!! YOU SOLD OUT!! GET THE F*ck OUT!!

Dont let them get in your head. Stay focus.

Jay walks down the ramp still with Team Encina behind him. He just looks on to the Octagon with an intense look.

But I'm not a slave to a god
that doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
that doesn't give a shit


Jay stops at the bottom of the Octagon where he starts removing his Tap Out hoodie and his Tap Out beanie and he handed it to a member of Team Encina.

And when we were good
you just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
we'll scar your minds


After being checked by the ref, Jay enters the ring and does a jumping warm up as well as some arms, wrists and head stretchings as he awaits his opponent.

Cant believe it. Still feels good being inside here. I thought I will feel awkward.

[color]“Sober” by Tool begins to blairs the whole warehouse as a mounting monster enters the curtain. The crowd blows the fucking roof off! He stands 7 feet tall and it's fully ripped as you see traces of veins all over his body. He's wearing a muay thai attire as he walks slowly to the cage not taking his eyes on Jay. From the cage, Jay eyes him too with intensity.

Holy F*ck! He's huge! But I wont let his size intimidate me...

The giant arrives at the foot of the cage is now being checked by the referee. Still he wont let his eyes off of Jay. The giant enters the cage. We see the fat guy goes in the middle of the ring for introduction.

Ladies and Gentlemen! This is for the main event of the evening! Introducing first to the Cage, fighting out of the blue corner, a Brawler weighing in tonight at three hundred and twenty five pound and standing twenty foot tall. Here is "Jamal Bryson"!!!!!

The crowd blows the fucking roof off as Bryson lifts his arms in the air.

Introducing our second fighter, fighting out of the red corner Is a Shootfighter weighing in tonight at two hundred and seventy five pounds and standing six feet and 4 inches tall. Here is “Jay Encina”l!!!!!

Jay raises his arms but the crowd just boo the shit out of him.

Focus... Focus... Dont let this crowd get in to you... Focus... Damn it!

The official calls the two competitors in the center of the cage. The ref are talking to them. Afterwards, the ref makes them go back to their respective corners. The bell is rang. Both men circles each other.

I'm not gonna lose...

Bryson throws the first punch but Jay ducks out of the way. Jay throws in a haymaker to the left side of Bryson's face. Bryson staggered but came on and hit Jay also. Jay is hit in the right side of his face. Jay throws another punch as he hits Bryson again. Bryson throws another punch as he also hits Jay. The crowd is on their feet as we feel the whole warehouse shakes because of the energy of the crowd. Jay and Bryson exchanges blows to the point that both of them had cuts and swells on their faces. The bell rings and its the end of round 1. The two men goes back to their respective corners. A member of Team Encina put the stool inside of the cage. Jay sat on it as he Robert talks with him.

What are you doing kid? Why are you just taking all his punches? I know he's taking all of your punches but dont imitate him. Duck out of his punches and then find an opening and then hit him hard! You're wasting energy!

Dont worry about me... I'm just testing him off... I'm gonna finish him off this next round...

The bell has been rang signaling the beginning of the second round. Robert step off the ring as Jay and Bryson returns to the middle of the cage. The crowd is on fire and the decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

You up for another round or two?

Sure... Are you?

Yeah I am... But I dont think about you...

With that Jay throws a left hook that rocks Bryson up. Jay follows it up with a barage of left and right as Bryson goes down! The crowd in the warehouse are screaming their lungs off! Jay continues to pound at the laying down Bryson! We see now the trainer throwing in the towel as we see Bryson is turning violet! The crowd is on their feet! The ref tries to pull back Jay but he just continues to pound on Bryson unconsciously! Bryson's mouth is busted open! His nose is broken! His eyes are sore and cut! The ref finally manage to pull Encina up from Bryson! Jay raises his hands as we see the rest of team Encina now enters to cage to celebrate! The crowd is on their feet. Some of them booing but majority of them just pay their respect to the effort this two men had gave!

Here is you winner by Knock Out!!! JAY ENCINA!!!

The crowd has mixed reactions. Some of them are throwing debris on Jay as he exits the cage and hurries to the back. The scene fades to black.

Fade in to the exteriors of John F. Kennedy Airport in cold but sunny New York City. We see Jay, dressed in a black suit, black pants and black leather shoes, unloading his baggage from the back of the taxi cab. He looks peeks into the open window of the front passenger seat. After several seconds, we see Jay pull out several bucks from his pocket and hands it to the driver as the taxi drove away. Jay picks up a doufle bag and puts it on his shoulders as he drags the wheeled baggage with him.

You see... I've been very obsessed in beating Monica Blaze... And this last few days, I've asked myself why? Is it because no male wrestlers in EWF had beaten her? Is it because you will be a hero in front of your peers and gain their respect? Well F*ck all of that! I dont need them to dictate my psyche. I'm gonna go there and bust my ass and give it all I've got. That way, win or lose, I know I did my very best. And if I ever lose, then no big deal. Move on and focus on the challenge ahead. So this is where it all ends. I guess I'll just see you all this Thursday at Bulgaria for EWF Thursday Night Mayhem...

We see Jay disappear as inside the JFK Airport as the automatic door closes. The scene then fades to block.

THE END
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