Post by Jenson Idol on Jun 23, 2016 4:15:17 GMT -5
[Off Camera]
[Don’t Come Back][Liverpool, England]
[2:00 AM on June 23rd, 2014]
Two Years Ago…
Jenson Idol is standing in the middle of his room, wearing a black hoodie and a blue pair of jeans; a packed bag is slung over his shoulder as he looks down at the twin sized bed that’s slept on the majority of his life. Jenson then glances around the room, looking at the posters of wrestlers on his wall and then his eyes stop on an old color TV that has a VCR on top of it. Jenson rubs his hand on top of the TV and smiles before kneeling down and looking at what appears to be dozens of video tapes. Jenson’s fingers run over the up front side of the video tapes and it’s clear that it’s recorded wrestling shows over the years as company names appear on it like CHZ, XWF, Inferno Wrestling and many others. Jenson stands back up and closes his eyes before taking a deep breath as if he were breathing in the scent of his room for the last time.
He slowly exhales as he opens his eyes which turn their attention to the door to the room. Jenson walks towards the door and places his hand on the doorknob and he pauses before looking back and taking one last look at the room. He lets out a sigh before he finally opens the door and exits the room, no longer looking back as he shuts the door behind him. The house is dark and everyone else who lives there, Jenson’s two brothers, his sister and his mum, all seem to be asleep. Jenson looks over at the door to his mother’s room and stares at it for a few seconds before shaking his head and whispering under his breath.
Jenson: ”She wouldn’t understand.”
Jenson shakes his head and turns away from the door and makes his way through the hallway before making it to the front door of the house. Jenson grabs the door handle and as he starts to turn it, the kitchen light turns on and a loud female voice can be heard and Jenson knows immediately that it’s his mother, Annabel Idol.
Annabel: ”Jenson! Where do you think you’re going, boy?”
Jenson pauses and grits his teeth before he slowly turns around to face his mother. His mother, who has long brown hair and hazel eyes, is standing there in her work clothes, which are what a typical server at a restaurant would wear and she has a cup of tea in her hand. Her eyes are confused as she looks at the bag in Jenson’s hand.
Annabel: ”Did I stutter, Jenny? Where do ya think you’re goin’ at this time of night with that packed bag?”
Jenson sighs as he looks at the ground and shakes his head.
Jenson: ”Mum, I’ve got an opportunity to train as a wrestler in the states. I’ve got everything I need to get over there, Tyson helped me take care of all of-...
Annabel slams her cup of tea down on the kitchen counter in front of her and it breaks into a bunch of pieces with tea splashing everywhere. Annabel charges towards Jenson and there’s a fire in her eyes as she points her index finger in Jenson’s face.
Annabel: ”What in the fuck do ya think you’re doin’? You have one year left of college and you want to throw it all away for that silly wrestling shite you’re obsessed with? Don’t do something you’re goin’ to fail at! Finish school, get your degree and make your family proud. You were always the smart one, Jenny.”
As she talks, Annabel’s tone calms down while she tries to convince Jenson that finishing college is the right thing to do. Jenson sets his bag down and places his hands on his mum’s shoulders as he pleads his case.
Jenson: ”Mum, this is my only chance to chase my dream… This is what I’ve always wanted. Me in school is always what you wanted and I can always finish that last year later. I won’t always get this opportunity to train under Josh Anderson, the same guy who trained Ty.”
Annabel slaps Jenson’s arms down from her shoulders as she glares at him.
Annabel: ”That’s what you want, Jenson? You want to go roll around a wrestling ring with other men in a shite sport that gets no respect? Then go ahead and leave. Leave my fucking house and don’t you dare ever come back.”
Jenson’s two older brothers are now standing behind his mum after hearing all of the shouting and as one of them tries to intervene, Annabel points at him and tells him to not get involved. Jenson sighs and looks at his family before glancing at his bag full of his belongings. Jenson nods while looking at the bag before lifting it up and slinging it back on his shoulder.
Annabel: ”So, that’s the decision, aye? You’re going to abandon your family, your siblings and me, your mum. For what? Your own unselfishness.”
Jenson’s eyes are glassy as he looks at his mum and shakes his head before responding in a quiet tone.
Jenson: ”I’m tired of trying to achieve the dream that you have for me. I need to follow my own dreams and this is my only chance to be truly happy. You don’t understand it now but I hope for both of our sakes that one day, you will.
Jenson turns and opens the front door and steps outside and it’s pouring rain. He starts to have second thoughts and begins to turn around when the door is slammed behind him. His frowns as he hears the door click locked and for the first time since his dad ran off with his ‘other’ family, a few tears stream down Jenson’s face. He wipes his eyes and shakes it off before walking away from the home he grew up in for the last time.
Two Years Later... Present Time...
And at that moment, Jenson wakes up and sits up on the couch that he had fallen asleep on next to Janell Roberts as they were watching movies. Jenson glances over at Janell and feels relieved as he sees that she is still asleep. He carefully gets up off of the couch and pulls out his phone and looks at the date and sees that it’s June 23rd… It’s been two years exactly since he left home, since he last saw his mother, his brothers and his sister. Two years since he was disowned for chasing his dream. Jenson shakes his head before he walks to the front door and gently cracks it open before walking outside in the middle of the night. The porch light illuminates Jenson as he raises up his phone and clicks the record button, starting his first ever NGW promo.
[On Camera]
[Your Own Destruction]
[Los Angeles, CA]
[12:55 AM on June 23rd, 2016]
Jenson is looking up into the camera of his phone as it records and he has a smile on his face. After a couple seconds pass, Jenson starts to speak.
Jenson Idol: ”Aye, I thought that my first ever match in NGW would be some type of NGW versus IPW schtick or some shite but instead it’s the unbeatable IPW star versus winless NGW twat. Something that I’ve noticed about Gray Malone is that he likes to run his mouth but he never knows how to back any of the shite up that he says. Hell, the majority of the time, nobody knows what in the hell the wanker is even talking about. Gray, you need to stop running your mouth like a git because all it does it get you into more trouble. You ran your mouth towards Ashleigh Jericho and what did that lovely bird do? She decimated you like she promised she would.”
“The thing with you, Gray, is that your head is shoved so far up Corey Bull’s arse that you never take the time to do some research. Like that time you told Ashleigh Jericho how you would show her something ‘new’ but you didn’t realize that anything you’ve done she already had in her head due to her eidetic memory. But that’s not where it stops, mate. You asked for this scaffolding match against me and began to Tweet how I should be afraid and how I’m scared of heights or some shite. Do you even know who in the fuck you’re talking to, you knobhead? Being up on high stuff is kind of my thing.”
Jenson rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Jenson Idol: ”My bio on the IPW website clearly states that I am quite acrobatic and even have a parkour background. Let me ask you something, you dim-witted cunt, do you really think somebody with a parkour background is afraid of heights? Do you really believe that the guy in IPW who is known for jumping off of the turnbuckle and outside of the ring, doing all sorts of crazy flips and shite, is afraid of heights? You know how fucking stupid you sound? But aye, we’re all used to you sounding like a stupid fuck. I’d love to see that AWA company that you’re in where you’re a ‘hall of famer’ and shite, because that place must truly be rubbish. A shite wrestler in a shite hall of fame of a shite company, it all makes sense!”
“This match between you and I, Malone, it has the scent of a man who’s desperate. A man who desperately needs to prove himself and so he chose to choose the hottest talent in IPW since everyone else in NGW were too busy not being in dark matches, unlike yourself. Question, Malone, if it weren’t for me, do you think that you’d even be on the main card? Shite, your name drags this match down so far that it’s the third match on the card. Aye, my name can only do so much when I’m working with a shitty wrestler like yourself. I mean, come on, you’re so bad that you lost Kenzie Rydell’s Five Lakes Championship to Shelley Silver. Poor Kenzie never had a chance with you in that match. It’s quite unfair that the poor girl’s reign was ended because Shelley took advantage of your shitty ability to wrestle.”
Jenson laughs and shrugs as he keeps his eyes on the camera.
Jenson Idol: ”But that’s what you do, right mate? You ruin everything that you ever fucking touch. Your family is broken and what do you decide to do? Leave your poor teenage daughter at home to fend for herself while you travel the road and wrestle. Sure, you can say she’s ‘okay’ with it, but is she really? I mean, it must be shitty to have a deadbeat dad who’s never there and well… A dead mum. Home life must get lonely for the poor girl while you’re out partying it up with the Angelz of Destruction… Heh, that destruction name is quite fitting, isn’t it? Not only did you ruin all of those things that I’ve mentioned but you also ruined Janell’s business relationship with Persephone because your sick obsession…”
Jenson pauses and waves his finger in the air as he shakes his head.
Jenson Idol: ”You know what, mate? I won’t go there because sometimes I’m a nice guy. But I will say that you’re a cunt for breaking Nell’s heart. What was it that you said about Janell in your last promo? Something along the lines of, ‘It is true that I have met another woman. Janell is her name. I've never met a woman, quite like her. As beautiful as she is on the outside....it is what rests on the inside of this woman's soul, and heart, that has me quickly and suddenly falling for her.’ Way to go, Gray, you showed the world how much of a fucking piece of shite liar you truly are. What I touched on earlier before I stopped myself, you might as well fess up and come clean, you stupid idiot. You destroyed a beautiful girl’s heart with your lies but don’t worry, Gray, I was there to pick up the pieces and put her heart back together despite her world crashing down around her due to your actions, you fuck.”
“All you do is destroy things and not in the good way. You’re not going to ‘destroy’ me by pushing me off of the scaffolding and through the tables stacked in the ring. I have a lot more balance and athletic ability than you do at that height and like I said earlier, the fact that I have no fear of heights will help me in the match. My heart won’t be racing and my nerves won’t get the best of me, no, I’ll be calm, cool and collected. Can we say the same about you? The man who is by far the biggest disappointment in AoD, next to their supposed ‘leader’, Corey Bull.”
“Why’s he the leader anyway when Aurora and Damon are obviously the only good thing about your group of cronies and that’s not really saying much, is it? What? Are Angelz of Destruction supposed to intimidate? As far as I’m concerned, you twats ain’t shite. Sure, you sneak attacked Levi, Avery, Dirk and Gavin but what else have you done? Nothing at all! No belts, no significant victories, NOTHING! ZILCH! NADA! When will all of you get it through your heads that nobody gives a fuck about any of you or your stupid group? Let me guess, never, right? AoD is about as annoying as the Sparrows in Game of Thrones but the only difference is that the Sparrows have the ability to actually have an impact to the story of Game of Thrones. AoD has little to no impact at all when it comes to NGW, you’re all just a blip on the radar. This shite is the worst group I’ve seen since Untouchables was a thing in IPW and even they weren’t as bloody bad as you twatwaffles!”
Jenson lets out a laugh as he shakes his head.
Jenson Idol: ”You told Koro emotions wouldn’t get in your way anymore but then why did you lose to him and why did you challenge me? You seemed quite angry when you challenged me to a match. And a person that is void of emotions doesn’t take part in a full on ‘revenge’ attack on Dirk Bentley. All you are is just a flip-flopping idiot who doesn’t know how to make up his mind. Like I said before, you’re desperate, which is why you asked for this scaffolding match. You can’t ‘beat anyone in the ring’ so you want to take the fight above the ring. And let me guess, you’re going to win and I’m going to lose because you’re an angel who was given wings by his lord master Corey ‘Red’ Bull, because you know, Red Bull gives you wings!”
Jenson stops talked and his eyes move side to side as the sound of a cricket is heard.
Jenson Idol: ”Aye, that was lame and I apologize to you folks watching at home. My point is that it doesn’t matter if we fight in the ring, outside of the ring, backstage or above the ring on a scaffold; the facts are that I’m going to beat the bloody hell out of you before I throw you off of the scaffolding. So say your prayers to whatever God you worship, mate, because the only way you’re going to win this match against me is through divine intervention. You might be an ‘Angel of Destruction’, mate, but the fact is that you’re going to be your own destruction and when I break your back in half, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.
The door opens behind Jenson and he quickly drops his phone and the recording ends.