Post by Jack Jones on Mar 14, 2019 12:51:23 GMT -5
Jack is seen having lunch. His day is halfway done. His mother is in the kitchen cleaning and washing dishes.
“Everyone has their work to do. Everyone has their place. And right here right now my place is world champion. My place is atop SFT. And I know it wont last forever. There are always bigger and better opponents right around the corner. Guys like Emerson and Rumpke could come in and take this. Hell if I get past Robert I am facing Emerson again and that is never an easy task. And god forbid Redd decides he wants some spotlight, that’ll be the end of me.”
Jack smiles at that last part.
“But right now I need to focus on one ex IC champ Robert Saints. Your title got taken by a relative rookie. But in these days no one is really a rookie anymore. So it was a surprise but not a huge surprise. It’s happened to the best of us. If not all of us. But Robert you had been playing with fire for far too long, you were bound to get burned and sure enough ya did.”
Jack finishes the last bit of his trout and puts the little left into the trash hands the plate to his mom and he takes out the stinky trash. And gets back to his work on the ranch.
“Well as you see even I have to take out the trash on occasion, here and at SFT. Robert for far too long you have been skating by on luck and lucky booking, but the booking sh!t stops now. You were the IC champion and you acted like it was a curse and now by some good fortune or Harold being brain dead now you get a world title shot? And I can bet my bottom dollar, that you are gonna wast the next two weeks and wont do anything till Sunday afternoon. Hah, prove me wrong Robert. But odds are I will be proven right.”
Jack kick starts a small tractor as he gets on.
“You take things for granted. Instead of being a fighting champion you became a lazy champion. You killed time, you procrastinated, you did all the sins in SFT that we used to hate. Howd that happen? Did you stop caring? Was the weight of the title too much? Or did other things matter more than being a worthy champion?”
“Well I am a worthy champion. And I intend to prove that week in and week out. I care about SFT. I am not like those idiots on the outside watching us everyday, we dont hurt the ones we care about and we certainly arent the types to only care when its convenient or if we get our ways, hint hint. No, I stay in SFT and I help. I dont hurt it by thinking that what I do or dont do is in its best interest. This is everyones home and you dont ask others to be silent to satisfy others. They werent worth it then, they arent worth it now. This goes out to the Big Tree out there with still a dumbfounded look on his face. Ya messed up, ya royally messed up. Fix it or stop coming by, simple as that.”
“Time I get off my soap box. Last few words are for you Robert. You have a chance at my world title, dont let that chance go by.”
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“Everyone has their work to do. Everyone has their place. And right here right now my place is world champion. My place is atop SFT. And I know it wont last forever. There are always bigger and better opponents right around the corner. Guys like Emerson and Rumpke could come in and take this. Hell if I get past Robert I am facing Emerson again and that is never an easy task. And god forbid Redd decides he wants some spotlight, that’ll be the end of me.”
Jack smiles at that last part.
“But right now I need to focus on one ex IC champ Robert Saints. Your title got taken by a relative rookie. But in these days no one is really a rookie anymore. So it was a surprise but not a huge surprise. It’s happened to the best of us. If not all of us. But Robert you had been playing with fire for far too long, you were bound to get burned and sure enough ya did.”
Jack finishes the last bit of his trout and puts the little left into the trash hands the plate to his mom and he takes out the stinky trash. And gets back to his work on the ranch.
“Well as you see even I have to take out the trash on occasion, here and at SFT. Robert for far too long you have been skating by on luck and lucky booking, but the booking sh!t stops now. You were the IC champion and you acted like it was a curse and now by some good fortune or Harold being brain dead now you get a world title shot? And I can bet my bottom dollar, that you are gonna wast the next two weeks and wont do anything till Sunday afternoon. Hah, prove me wrong Robert. But odds are I will be proven right.”
Jack kick starts a small tractor as he gets on.
“You take things for granted. Instead of being a fighting champion you became a lazy champion. You killed time, you procrastinated, you did all the sins in SFT that we used to hate. Howd that happen? Did you stop caring? Was the weight of the title too much? Or did other things matter more than being a worthy champion?”
“Well I am a worthy champion. And I intend to prove that week in and week out. I care about SFT. I am not like those idiots on the outside watching us everyday, we dont hurt the ones we care about and we certainly arent the types to only care when its convenient or if we get our ways, hint hint. No, I stay in SFT and I help. I dont hurt it by thinking that what I do or dont do is in its best interest. This is everyones home and you dont ask others to be silent to satisfy others. They werent worth it then, they arent worth it now. This goes out to the Big Tree out there with still a dumbfounded look on his face. Ya messed up, ya royally messed up. Fix it or stop coming by, simple as that.”
“Time I get off my soap box. Last few words are for you Robert. You have a chance at my world title, dont let that chance go by.”
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