Post by Jay Impact on Aug 12, 2024 19:58:10 GMT -5
Scene 1: The Mailbox and Livestream
[Exterior: Jay Impact's House - Morning 9am]
The camera opens up on a bright morning, the sun shining down on Jay Impact’s suburban home. Jay, dressed casually in a dark blue hoodie and sweatpants, steps out onto his front porch. He stretches, visibly tense as he shakes off the memories of his recent losses. His focus is evident as he walks down the pathway to his mailbox.
Jay Impact: Buddy, today’s the day, no more slip-ups.
He opens the mailbox and pulls out a stack of letters. He flicks through them until one catches his eye, a letter from Adam, his most dedicated fan who wants Jay to give him a birthday present during his match against Cassandra. Jay’s expression softens slightly as he tears open the envelope and pulls out the letter.
"Dear Jay,
I know the past few weeks have been rough, but I believe in you.
You’ve always been the backbone of SFT, and I know you can kick Cassandra’s butt
and reclaim your reputation. Don't let the losses define you.
The World Title is yours, Jay—don't let anyone take it away from you!
All the best.
Birthday boy, Adam.
I know the past few weeks have been rough, but I believe in you.
You’ve always been the backbone of SFT, and I know you can kick Cassandra’s butt
and reclaim your reputation. Don't let the losses define you.
The World Title is yours, Jay—don't let anyone take it away from you!
All the best.
Birthday boy, Adam.
Jay smiles, then quickly turns serious as the words sink in. He pulls out his phone and begins recording a livestream on Twitter.
Jay Impact: Hey everyone, this is Jay Impact, your SFT World Champion. Yeah, pals and peeps ya'll heard it right. Your FREAKING World Champion. Just got a letter from my biggest fan, Adam, and let me tell you, this guy’s words hit home. Adam, you’re right, I’ve had a couple of setbacks, but tomorrow… tomorrow’s different.
Jay's tone becomes more intense, his eyes narrowing as he stares into the camera.
Jay Impact: Blundra (Cassandra) who? The one have been riding high, thinking she has got what it takes to dethrone me. Fart! Poop! Doodie! This is how I will summarize your Past, Present and Future. Which means that, that World which has been sleeping with me since almost a year now is staying with Jay "FREAKING" Impact. And as for the rest of the championships, they'll be home too to join their sister soon. Who knows!
Jay pauses and looks around and seeing the people walking around and the vehicles pass by.
Jay Impact: Just look at me! Just look at this Charisma, Droolendra! You know its like a better be late than never kind of a situation between us. If you look it wisely, foresightely, you will realize that the collision between you and me is good for our own good. How they say it that the rugs of the ladder to success are the failures you learn from. Whatever you might have witnessed in past weeks might be pixel upon which you might gish-gallop and dance and tell your husband. (Jay mimics Cassandra voice) "Hey look, honey bunny! I won the SFT World Championship at Titans 4." ... Wait a minute! Is it some sort of a lotto lottery 2024, huh?
Jay pauses and stares at the camera with a wondering look.
Jay Impact: The guys who YOU BEAT in those championship races? I’ve been devouring them every week there at Strike Fantasy Towers, while you were running from one mice hole to another. I ate, I burped, I ate them again, and I burped again. Now it’s time to flush them out. But here’s the good news: I’m not gonna eat you. The bad news? I’m gonna flush you out of the toilet with the same stuff I ate!
He finishes the livestream with a confident smirk, but before he can even take a breath, a black SUV pulls up in front of his house. Jay lowers his phone, puzzled as two figures step out, dressed in dark, heavy coats. Before he can react, they rush him.
Jay Impact: Whoa, who the hell—?
The camera cuts to black as Jay is quickly overpowered, a sack thrown over his head as he’s dragged into the SUV. The only sound is the screeching of tires as the vehicle speeds away.
Scene 2: The Psychological Test
[Interior: Inside a Mysterious Chapel - Night 9pm]
Exactly after 12-hours, Jay is seen shackled to a cold metal chair in a dimly lit, eerie room that has the smell of earth and decay. The camera pans around to show tombstones faintly illuminated by candlelight, hinting that this is no ordinary room. Jay's head is down, his breaths heavy, trying to piece together what’s happening. Suddenly, two figures step into the light - a man and a woman, whose faces are blurred due to the dizziness in his eyes!
The Woman: Do the water!
Suddenly a splash of water through a jar comes right at Jay's face to stop his zone out moment and bring his back to his sense.
The Man: Whoa! Welcome buddy. We figured you might need some… motivation.
Jay’s eyes flash with anger as he struggles against his restraints, but they hold firm. As soon as both figures come close to Jay's face, he realized that they are no other than the former SFT World Champions: Rumpke and Candace. And that no ordinary room is Candace's permanent residence, St. Louis Cemetery No. 2.
Jay Impact: What the hell am I doing here? Is this some kind of a prank?
Rumpke looks at Jay with a chuckle as Candace leans in close.
Candace: Oh, look. Who's talking about the pranks here. The SFT World Champion, the man who doesn’t bow to anyone… not even his own doubts. Yet he wasn't determined enough to keep his winning streak and lost all he got ... well.. atleast a handsome amount of value he got and all he is left with is people like Cassandra mocking at him?
Rumpke: You’ve been slipping, champ. Losing belts left and right. What's wrong with your head? Or has it turned into a butt?
Rumpke circles Jay, his voice dripping with mockery.
Jay Impact: What kind of movie are you filming over here? A comedy psycho-thriller? Because this ain't funny. Heck, I'm better comedian than both of you. Heck, I can crack better jokes than all of you combine in SFT's lockerroom.
Candace: What about the joke that you have done with yourself after losing your titles to some pathetic souls like Mr. Amazing and Zybala?
Candace looks at Rumpke with a smirk on her face.
Candace: Zybala! That name sounds funny to me.
Rumpke: Exactly, sis! Imagine we cast a reloaded version of Child's play movie, named 'Cassandra play's'. Where if she can't beat Zybala, she's gonna say the spell like this:
"Ade due ZAYBALAAA!!!
Give me the victory I beg of you."
Give me the victory I beg of you."
Saying this both Rumpke and Candace laugh out loud, and Rumpke is a little drunk too so he also spills the drink out of his mouth. Controlling his laugh, gives his attention back to Jay.
Rumpke: Sorry about that, buddy! But the fact of the matter is that you’ve been dragging your feet, letting people think they can just walk all over you. But deep down, you know the truth… You’re better than them. Better than Cassandra. You just need to let it out.
The camera zooms in on Jay’s face, sweat pouring down as his frustration builds. The shackles clank as he strains against them.
Jay Impact: Listen to me very carefully, pals! I don't need YOU (Rumpke).. and I don't need YOU (Candace)... to beat that that defecation holes, Disastra..
Candace: Cassandra!
Jay looks into the camera that was setup there and starts addressing Cassandra. knowing that the recording is gonna make public and reach her too.
Jay Impact: Hey, listen, you Awkwardra (Cassandra), a peek-a-boo chicken. When you are listened, it is identical to spewing another round of your verbal diarrhea. You’ve been playing the game of hide and seek like a poop that is waiting to get flushed out, but can't because there's no water left in the tank. For how long now? Wandering around the SFT locker room like a lost tourist who can’t find the damn exit. But now, this Doodendra decides to grow a pair and step up, just when you think I’m down and out? Give me a break, LOSER!
Candace smiles and looks at Rumpke in awe. As Jay looks at both his buddies.
Jay Impact: You see, pals? How she had all the time in the world to come at me, but she only decided to crawl out of whatever hole she was hiding in after I dropped the Hardcore and Intercontinental titles?
Rumpke: How convenient!
Candace is impressed by Jay's words and lip curls and puts the SFT World Title over his shoulder, as he continues to address Cassandra.
Jay Impact: So, Mud Monkey Petite, if you think losing those titles means I’m down, then you must be as delusional as you are desperate. While you were busy shadowboxing with your own insecurities, I've been sharpening my skills, ready to slap the taste out of your mouth the moment you finally decided to grow some courage. The only thing you're taking is an ass-whooping, and believe me, it’s long overdue. You’ve been wandering around, trying to find your place in this fed like a dog chasing its own tail.
With a swift movement, Rumpke cuts the shackles, freeing Jay.
Jay Impact: People see how you blowing the triumph of hunting Jay Impact and now you finally get him like a cheesecake. Not realizing that it is Jay who has been hunting you like a Falcon gazes at little-mouse. And of course, little you are pathetic dwarf, often hired by a local restaurant owner as a table cleaner. And with that I couldn’t help but wonder if you're gonna need a step stool just to reach my belt!
Rumpke: A step stool? Man, she might need a whole ladder! I’m just saying, it’s not easy being a fun-sized fighter in a big-league world.
Candace: Oh, please, you know she’ll just borrow one of those booster seats they give to kids at restaurants. It’s the only way she’ll see eye-to-eye with you in that ring, Jay.
Rumpke snigger at Candace's expense and spills some drinks out of his mouth again.
Jay Impact: Hey, I’m not judging - being pocket-sized has its perks! She can sneak right under the ropes without even ducking. But she might want to bring some binoculars, just to see what it’s like at the top of the mountain. Too bad she’ll be viewing it from the bottom!
Rumpke cracks and smacks the beer bottle right over his own head out of laugh.
Rumpke: Maybe we should get her one of those “you must be this tall to challenge the champ” signs. You know, for safety reasons!
Candace: And while we’re at it, let’s throw in a personalized booster cushion. We wouldn’t want her to strain her neck trying to keep up with you, Jay!
Jay Impact: You’re right. I just hope she doesn’t get lost in my shadow when we step into that ring. I’d hate for her to call off the match because she can’t find her way around!
Jay, who's all free now, lifts the World Championship higher, letting it catch the light as he stretches his body.
Jay Impact: You know, I was thinking about getting a new entrance theme for our match. Something like “Short People Got No Reason” by Randy Newman. What do you think?
Rumpke: Perfect! But you know, Jay, you might want to double-check if the ring is childproof. We don’t want Cassandra getting hurt trying to climb in there.
Candace giggles covering her face with her hand.
Candace: Maybe we should leave a trail of bread crumbs so she doesn’t get lost on her way to the ring. It’s a big arena for someone her size!
Jay Impact: Good idea! And I’m definitely gonna need to watch my step. Wouldn’t want to trip over her by accident. I mean, if I look down, she might just blend in with the floor!
Rumpke and Candace both crack and laugh out loud.
Rumpke: She’s like a fun-sized snack trying to take on a full-course meal. But hey, maybe she’ll surprise us… by fitting inside the championship belt like a hula hoop!
Candace: Oh, dear! You guys are hurting my stomach. We should definitely get a special belt made just for her - one of those tiny belts you get from toy stores. It’ll be a perfect fit!
Jay Impact: Now, now, guys, let’s be fair. Chocolendra (Cassandra) might be small, but she’s got big dreams. Unfortunately, those dreams are gonna stay right where she is. Way below the bar!
Rumpke: At least she’s got one advantage. She can duck and dodge real quick. That’s if she doesn’t get blown away by the draft of you swinging your arm, Jay!
Candace: Maybe we should get her a cape too, so when she flies out of the ring, she’ll at least look like a superhero. You know, “The Amazing Ant-Girl!”
They all three laugh out loud as Jay puts his hands over Rumpke's and Candace's shoulders.
Jay Impact: Hey, listen! This is the last one I swear..
Candace: Go on..!
Jay Impact: I wouldn’t put it past her! She’s so small that if she turns sideways, she might just disappear. Poof! Gone, just like her chances of winning this match.
Candace: Or we could just tell her it’s a “no jumping” zone. We don’t want her getting a nosebleed from trying to reach the second turnbuckle!
Jay Impact: This one was great sis! That’s it! “The Incredible Shrinking Challenger!”
Jay then notices some scars over his forearms that were hurting him earlier while he was chained, as he rubs them with his hand.
Jay Impact: Gosh! That hurts, man! You guys could have called for a party at my house instead of doing all kind of drama here in this spooky cemetery. But hey... being in this cemetery reminds me of another one.
Candace: You said that was the last one?
Rumpke: Let him spill. I'm enjoying it!
Jay Impact: You know, I’ve been thinking. After I’m done taking care of Stinkendra (Cassandra) in that ring tomorrow, we might save a lot on burial expenses. Instead of digging a grave, we could just hand her over to the ants for a proper underground send-off. I hear ants are excellent at “mudding” in their own little way. Hey, Rumpke, call her husband Deno Restiny (Reno Destiny) and tell him that no need to spend thousands on a fancy funeral!
Candace: I guess she’ll get a “down-to-earth” farewell, literally.
Rumpke lets out a loud burp in Jay and Candace's faces before strolling out of the room to grab another bottle of beer. Both Jay and Candace are visibly grossed out by Rumpke’s action, with Jay holding his nose as he exchanges an uncomfortable glance with Candace.
Jay Impact: Why does Rumpke's beer smell like Pissendra's (Cassandra's) piss?
Candace: Oh gosh! You both are equally disgusting.
Jay Impact: Yeah, right. If SFT had tag team titles, Rumpke and I'd be the most deserving custodians of those belts!
Rumpke: ALL HAIL DISGUSTING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Rumpke shouts from outside the room while holding his beer bottle as Candace walks out of the room, leaving Jay alone in the eerie space with only a dangling light bulb overhead. Jay stares at the bulb and quips, “Hey, want to hear another joke about Jerkendra (Cassandra)?
Scene 3: The Awakening
[Interior: Jay Impact’s Bedroom - Morning 9am]
Exactly 12 hours after his night-journey Jay jolts awake, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He sits up, gripping the back of his head where he felt the impact in his dream, or was it more than that? He pulls his hand away, shocked to see a small smear of blood.
Jay Impact: What the…?
Confused and disoriented, Jay glances over at his bedside table and freezes. The letter from Adam lies there, but it’s been altered. Scribbled in red ink at the bottom are the words:
"YOU CAN DO IT!"
-- Candace and Rumpke
-- Candace and Rumpke
Jay stares at the letter, his determination growing. Whatever had happened. dream or reality, he knew one thing: he had to retain his World Title. This wasn’t just about winning anymore. It was about proving that Jay Impact is still the top dog in SFT. The camera zooms in on Jay’s intense expression as he clenches the letter in his hand. He gets up, throws on his gear, and heads out of the room, ready to take on Cassandra and anyone else who dares to stand in his way.
