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When the world tuned into Breakdown on January 14th, 2015, the question was obvious, would Jake Starr follow through on his assertion that he would not hesitate to cause complete anarchy, and do so because of his personal grudges toward the front offices and the decisions they have made? Early on, it seemed like maybe Jake wouldn't go as crazy as he had professed that he would, but as the match slowly came to an end, all of the thoughts that he was "just running his mouth" came to an abrupt end.
Jake unleashed hell inside that ring, that night. When Jake attacked his opposition, more thoughts went through the minds of the fans. They thought it was Jake doing what he had done in the past, and utilizing the steel chair to take the "bad guys" out. Then Jake turns his attention to his own partners. Jake Starr single-handedly cleared the ring by himself, with the aide of a steel chair. It was a sight that was different than moments past, when Jake had utilized similar tactics. This time, Jake looked menacing. It wasn't about fun and games. This assault was about destruction and pain. It was a sight that left many fans wondering what had just happened. As Jake stood above his foes, looking down on them and surveying the carnage for himself, he began to realize what this meant. He began to realize that he was truly in this battle for the long haul, and he had just made a definitive statement on the legitimacy of his claims. The rage boiling inside him that he had been able to contain for so long, the desire to be "ok" with everything that has gone on around him, it all came out, and has been unleashed. Looking over the bodies, Jake felt a sense of accomplishment. He felt that it was truly the "first strike" in a battle that SCW has no desire to ultimately fight. Once Jake admired his own handy work, he made his exit. Walking up the ramp, some fans were on board, screaming their praises for the apparent return of the "don't give a damn" encarnation of the "Social Misfit." Those fans saw the man who was blacklisted from organizations for doing exactly what he did that night. They saw the man who fought back against what he felt was hypocritical and oppressive, and didn't think twice. Other fans, even once who once supported Jake, felt he had officially crossed a very fine line with them, and jeered him. In their eyes, attacking those who were on his side, and those who had stated they'd watch his back was an unforgiveable offense. Jake walked slowly up that ramp, taking each one of those sounds in, without once acknowledging any fan on either side of the spectrum. Jake simply walked up the aisle, with Thören and Brandon in toe, and let all of the praise and hatred be showered upon him. In his mind, it was the attention he's been waiting for, and he knew the crowd wouldn't be alone in the attention he'd be receiving. He knew at the moment he laid out 5 of the top SCW stars, and issues his challenge to the powers that be, everyone was going to have their eyes set on him. As Jake crosses the threshold between the arena and backstage area, a lot of the eyes of the production staff are immediately drawn in his direction. Many of the personnel are in a state of complete shock as to what they saw, especially since Jake assaulted without discretion. This animosity and anger is something that none of them have seen out of the three time World Champion. Even though he can feel the stares, Jake doesn't bother making eye contact. He knows they want to know why, and what he was thinking, but rather than giving them answers, he cocks a smile on one side of his face, and walks past them all. While the cockiness in Jake's eyes is unmistakeable, for Thören and Brandon, the same thrill that Jake is having, is not there. For the two comerades of Jake Starr, the feeling is a sense of uncomfortableness. The amount of attention they now have from agents, production staff, and other superstars is not what they had expected. On top of that, they aren't quite sure what came over Jake, and brought out such a vengeful side of his personality. When you factor in the irrationality of Jake's happiness with the situation, knowing the backstage atmosphere is now one of anger and contempt, Thören and Brandon know they now are just as much a target as he is. As they follow Jake closely all the way to the door of their locker room, Jake pauses, and slowly turns his head to the left. A member of the SCW staff is, like most others, staring Jake down in shock. Jake looks the man in the eyes, and grins again, before opening the door to the locker room and walking in. As the trinty of Social Misfits walk into the locker room, Jake is quick to throw the chair onto the ground, making a big crash. Jake Starr: God DAMN did that feel good! Brandon is the first to quickly jump in and try to make heads or tails over what they just witnessed.
Brandon Evans: Dude! What in the FUCK was that about? Jake cocks an eyebrow.
Jake Starr: What do you mean? Brandon Evans: Dude... You flipped your shit out of nowhere! Jake Starr: Did you not hear my little "truth bomb" before the match? Brandon Evans: Umm... The world did... Besides, you're arguably the BEST shit talker, and most repeated "threat-issuer" in this industry. You've made so many threats, so many times, I didn't honestly think I would see you follow through. I mean it has been YEARS since I've seen you legitimately go "FUCK IT!" and go after everyone. Jake Starr: That's what happens when I finally reach my breaking point. It was like those other extinct fed that dicked me over all those years back. I hit the point where I just didn't fucking care anymore. For YEARS I have forgotten that anger that drove me to the point where everyone agreed I was the "Social Misfit" of this industry. For YEARS I truly forgot about the hypocrisy that plagued this industry, and drove me to not care anymore. I repressed those feelings because I felt it was what was necessary to finally get another fair shake in this industry again. Now, I've had that fair shake, and a hypocritical one at that, I realized that there was NEVER anything fair about it. I'm fed up, and I'm SICK of people allowing that shit to happen! I watch guys like Kayl get pushed to the front of the line, all so I can play patsy for some broad hoping for her ascension. So I'm openly saying that I am NOT letting that happen anymore. I am NOT letting SCW go in that direction anymore. Thören looks at Jake with a sense of confusion in his eye.
Thören Holt: What about doing things "right?" When I first came to you, I said I liked doing things my way, and beating people a little more than normal, and you told me no. You told me I had to do things a little more conventionally, otherwise I would face the same kind of backlash you faced. Now, magically, all of that has changed? It seems a little hypocritical, don't you think? Jake approaches Thören and nods.
Jake Starr: Yes... Yes it does... It is terribly hypocritical of me, and for that I owe you a sincere apology. For a long time I thought I had found the "moral high ground" of how to do things in this business. I became "one of the crowd." I thought I knew how to be "right," versus "wrong." I thought moving away from the "fuck the world/my way or the highway" mentality was the right decision. And truthfully, I was wrong about that, and you were right. Sometimes being held back means you have to put forth a little extra effort, and sometimes it isn't seen as a "good" idea. You reminded me of that, Thören... You reminded me that when people hold you down, you have to take manners into your own hands, and ultimately do things your own way... It doesn't matter how popular the decisions may be, you still have to do it. Thören Holt: How did I manage that? Jake looks into his nephew's eyes.
Jake Starr: Your parents held you back from what you wanted, right? Thören Holt: Yeah... And still trying to... Jake Starr: Were you the one who decided to say, "screw it," and do it anyway? Thören Holt: Yeah, I did, but doing it "my way" in this industry put me in a hospital bed. Jake Starr: That was mere inexperience... You did it your way because you HAD to. You HAD to step up, and tell your own family that they could kiss your ass because you wanted YOUR happiness. It wasn't a popular decision. It wasn't a decision people approved of. But you made it anyway because it needed to be made. Now I'm in the same boat! What I am doing is a very unpopular decision. SCW, as a whole, is just like your dad. They're holding me back because they don't approve of me, or they feel I am better suited in some other role. I don't want that. I want my OWN happiness. I want to be MYSELF. You were kind enough to give me the insight that I needed to do that. You gave me the motivation to actually follow through with that decision, too, because like Brandon said, I'm notorious for saying a lot, and delivering a little. I have to change that! I had to go out there and remind people of who I am, and what lengths I would go to get what I want. SCW is becoming another organization that just panders to a couple of people, and if that is going to happen, I am going to ruin the lives of everyone involved. You helped me awaken the TRUE Social Misfit inside of myself. This is the game. This is the business. This was what you thought it was all along... Thören begins to get a bit of a fire in his eyes, liking the idea of getting a little more freedom to do as he pleases, like Jake. Brandon still has a bit of concern.
Brandon Evans: You serious about doing this? Jake Starr: Why not? At this point, what do I have to lose? I've been given NOTHING from management and I've been passed over for some people who's claim to fame is running their mouths on Twitter, so if I don't do it, things are just going to continue down the path they are on already. So seriously... Nothing to lose here! If SCW shit-cans me, they expose their hypocrisy in the flesh. If they suspend me, I unleash you two to take care of business. If they appease me, I may think of calming down, but let's be real here, that scenario isn't likely to ever happen, so why consider it? To be honest, I have EVERYTHING to gain here. If they expose themselves, I'm the martyr. If they show the world they're screwing me over, and holding me back, guess what? I'm still the martyr. I have put this company in a position where they're scared, and don't know what to do. They don't know how to deal with what just happened. So things will change, or they'll see something they hold so near and dear to their dumb pocketbooks crumble before them... Jake looks at both men.
Jake Starr: ... I'm sick of this shit, guys... I'm done with the bullshit... Brandon sighs to himself.
Brandon Evans: ... So what's next, then? Jake looks at Brandon with a smirk on his face.
Jake Starr: We go to work! Brandon sees a look in Jake's eye that he hasn't seen in many years. It gives Brandon a flashback to the "hay day" of the Social Misfit group, where they were one of the most feared groups in professional wrestling. The look energizes Brandon, and reignites a fire that reassures him that Jake is truly "all in" on this mission. His loyalty to Jake tells him he will be by his side every step of the way, and seeing the old look in Jake's eyes tells him this isn't all talk. It tells him it is for real, and Jake is liable to do whatever it takes and say whatever it takes, to ruffle feathers and get what he wants.
Jake looks over at Thören, and utters a simple question to his nephew. Jake Starr: So... You in? With those final words, Jake stares his nephew down with a grin on his face. What happened that night, Jake knows, sent shockwaves through the professional wrestling world, and especially Supreme Championship Wrestling. It's attention he wanted, and now knows he has to endure the repercussions that come with it. Will he succeed? Will SCW cave to protect itself? Will this turn into complete chaos, the likes of which SCW has never seen?
Jake Starr: Well folks, here we are. I stand before you as the butt of your jokes, and someone you all are getting a massive hard-on laughing at, all because of what happened at Jealousy. Go ahead... Enjoy the moment because here shortly, your glee will all but dwindle into sadness and disappointment, as I thoroughly bash your dumbasses verbally, and if necessary physically as well. But Jealousy isn't everything on my agenda today. I have a few topics that need to be discussed, and I am not going to hesitate to do just that. Eventually, yeah, I'll get to Tommy Valentine and Breakdown, but let's be real here... There are a few more pressing issues that need to have the air cleared first... Let's start with the big female elephant in the room, Kennedy Street, and Jealousy... This night didn't go as well as I had planned, let me be clear. But at the same time, the hypocrisy that I am out to exploit was forced from the shadows into the light, and made me smile from ear to ear. Even though I lost, and even though I got clobbered with a chair, my point was proven so vehemently that NOBODY can deny the truth now. How do I figure this? It's simple, and to address it, I'd like to address Kennedy herself, directly... How does it feel, Kennedy? How does it feel knowing you walked into Jealousy WANTING to be the most hated person in the building, and ruin the hopes and dreams of the fans AND the locker room, only to walk out almost a hero? How does it feel knowing that you weren't public enemy number one in that locker room, but instead were a hero? How does it feel having all of that hard work be for NOTHING, all thanks to me? Feels good, right? Oh, it doesn't? I stole your little "bad person" thunder? Now you're a sad panda? Jake smirks.
Good! Quite frankly, I had said it all along, when I dropped my little "truth bomb" on SCW, and said that beating you meant NOTHING to me. Wins and losses meant SHIT, unless it was for something that rewarded my hard work. That's why I gave Kayl the finger, and that's why I could care less if you won. It doesn't bother me, and I've moved on. Deep down, however, I know you haven't. I know that in your little black heart, you feel robbed of your moment in the sun. From the moment I stole your thunder on Breakdown, to the moment you were actually PRAISED by your peers for beating me, it all just made you feel like you didn't accomplish what you wanted to accomplish. Kennedy, I know you wanted to be seen as rough, tough, and a bad ass chick who was out to scare everyone, but instead you just became the one everyone praised. You simply became the "face" of our brief relationship, and now you have to try and do something to rebuild that "bad girl" mentality. I'm sorry I derailed you... Jake goes to continue, then pauses to rethink what he just said.
... Ok maybe I'm not, but what happened at Jealousy was PRECISELY what I needed to happen. It made YOU the perfect foil and patsy for Jake Starr, instead of, as the suits wanted, the other way around. It also has forced a bit of a knee-jerk reaction by them, to try and appease me, if you ask me. You see, Kennedy, did you see the report about the new Elite 15 being released? Did you see where you ranked? More importantly, did you see where I ranked? Did you see how they're trying to calm me down, and try to keep me from bashing more people's heads in, by trying to say I'm being recognized now? And they're doing it at your expense! You beat me, and I'm now ahead. How does that make you feel? It should make you angry, but it does me, too. They're placating me, hoping I slow down, and my message to them is simple... Nice try, DICKS! I don't play that nicely when it comes to missions like this. I don't just succumb to a little appeasing, and give up on my quest. I was CAST ASIDE for people who couldn't sniff my jock strap, and magically I'm supposed to be happy that SCW has put me at number three in the Elite 15? That's supposed to satiate my appetite for the rewards I deserve? Fuck that shit! They'll have to do more to hope to salvage the health and wellbeing of their precious superstars, and more so, they'll have to do more to keep me from exposing their stupidity to the masses. I don't care if I have to do it myself, or USE others to do it for me, it will happen time after fucking time! Jake stretches his neck out, and smirks again.
... With that out of the way, let's get onto a topic I know a lot of you are creaming your Underroos waiting to hear me talk about, and that's the chronic hoopla on Twitter involving the most popular human being on the planet, ME! Since railing on SCW, people have come out of the woodwork to try and talk shit, and magically run their mouths to me. First it was Dylan Howell, then Porno Lad, then Regan Street, I mean it seems like an endless cavalcade of has-beens and wannabes that want to run their damn mouths at me, thinking I give a damn about what they think. So since they want to know what I think in more than 140 characters, let's get into it... To start with, Dylan Howell is hell bent on trying to be relevant for the first time in his SCW career. Never once has anyone looked at him and gone, "now THERE is a talented SCW superstar." NEVER ONCE! Any time in the past that hopeless retard opened his mouth, a match between us was magically made! Each time a match was made, he was EMBARRASSED by me, and made to look like the blithering idiot that he is, and now that I've told the world to suck a nut, HERE HE COMES OUT OF HIDING AGAIN, clamoring to be the "big bad superstar" who takes me out... Jake walks up to the lens of the camera, and cups his hands around his mouth. He begins shouting into the camera, hoping that Dylan actually hears him.
Hey Dylan... SHUT UP! YOU'RE A NOBODY! YOU SUCK! GET A FUCKING CLUE! Jake lowers his hands, and steps back to where he previously stood.
That's why I said I wouldn't fight the guy. There is NOTHING in it for me. Beating his dumb ass again wouldn't do SHIT for my career, so why should I expend the energy? Why should I waste my time with the dregs of the roster, like him? For Christ's sake, the guy tends to forget he's done the same shtick EACH FUCKING TIME we have faced off, and EACH FUCKING TIME, if he actually showed up, HE WAS FUCKING BEATEN DOWN WITH EASE! It's like he a fucking goldfish who doesn't remember if he did or didn't wipe after he took a shit. Jesus... He's a waste of precious air in the world, and needs to be put out of his misery. With Porno Lad, who is now trying to be classy by having some magical name change, and sucking the penis of Kennedy Street, he's still bitter because he knows how EVERYONE realizes how fluky his win was. Shit, me pointing it out to him pissed him off because I wouldn't pander to his little ego trip. Sorry dipshit, I don't acknowledge your legitimacy, especially since you came to a fair fight, and LOST like the BITCH you are. If you don't like having a dose of reality shoved down your throat, you should have been smarter about running your piece of shit mouth. If you want to try and talk big, you better be ready to have someone bigger talking right back. The fact is, bitch, I could give two shits about whatever false reality you live in. I don't care if you think you won, I know I've beaten you, and done so without even trying. Lastly there is Regan Street, and by association, David Helms. This is one where I feel a strong case of deja vu because it seems like right before David took his ride on the "wild side" with, then flavor of the month Syren, this is how it all began. He found a broad who didn't like me, she ran her mouth first, I put her in her place, and he swooped in like Superman. And while I appreciate his defense of someone he cares about, he should also take into consideration who the fuck I am, and how I do NOT take shit from ANYONE. I don't care who they are, who they're fucking, or how tough they think they may be, they still are talking shit, and I don't allow that to happen. So when Regan opened her unhinged jaw at me, I wasn't going to let it slide. If David wants to involve himself, he knows I respect him, but he's just becoming part of the hypocrisy. He went down a path that lead him to turning on me, and he's threatening me for taking things in a direction I see fit? Yeah... Play into the truth of SCW's hypocrisy, David... Or realize sometimes you have to play a little dirty to get things right! Jake takes a deep breath, and growls as he exhales.
My final topic, before getting on to Breakdown, involves a lot of BITCHES behind the scenes, who are going around throwing temper tantrums. These are people who are too scared of me, and can't be a fucking adult, but have to cry a river because their little feelings got hurt... Jake pulls out a box of Kleenex, pulling one out at a time, and throwing them in the air. They each slowly fall to the floor.
... Well here you all go. Blow your little noses, wipe your crybaby tears away, and go back to the nursery. You all are children. You can't handle someone calling shit like he sees it so badly, that you have to cry and try and blackball me? You think my feelings are hurt if you avoid me? NO! Instead, what it does is makes my life easier. It puts me in better positions because there are less of you babies to deal with. I don't have to waste my time with people who can't come up to me, like an adult, and say, "hey I didn't appreciate what you said," and walk away. No... They can't approach me because they're too scared... Jake pulls out pacifiers, and throws them at the camera.
... Here you go, babies! Take your binky, and go have nap time! Avoiding me doesn't avoid the inevitable, and that is that I will be atop the heap in SCW again one day, and if you don't like it, I don't care. I won't lose sleep. I won't feel bad. I won't feel like I caused you harm because you guys and girls were too big of a chicken shit to step up to me and tell me your beef to my face. So it's too bad, so sad, for you! You're only upsetting yourself because I don't care. Like I said, you're making my life easier because there will be fewer nobodies to deal with. And if the top dogs thing they'll avoid me, then they have another thing coming. They can try, they can refuse, but I will make their lives even more miserable both in that ring, and in that locker room! And yes, you sons of bitches, that is a fucking threat! Jake throws the box of Kleenex down, and gets a more serious look on his face.
... And now we're onto Breakdown. We're onto my first fight since the locker room erupted in cheers for Kennedy Street. We're onto Tommy Valentine, a man I know quite well. It's a match that puts my desires to beat the shit out of everyone into question because I honestly don't know how I'll feel staring someone down who was so close to me for so long. Sure, I could go in there, and just picture the "Infamous Version" of him, and I wouldn't hesitate to smack him in the head, but I don't know where my mind will be at with him. But nevertheless, we're going to fight! For those of you who don't remember, Tommy, then Thorn, was the first guy I befriended in SCW. He was someone who I saw as, like me. He didn't fit in with a group, and damn sure didn't fit in with that Kinney guy. We buddied up, and for a number of years, we ran together with The Brotherhood. He beat me for the World Championship, and ultimately I got to beat him and that fat fuck Greg Cherry to return the favor, once Lucas Knight decided he was "too cool for the room." But the fact is, Tommy and I have been through a lot, and now, he is walking into that ring at ABSOLUTELY the WRONG time. See, while I may spare him the beat down that I wouldn't spare the likes of Porno Lad and some of those other nobodies I've bashed over the head, I'm not letting him walk out of there thinking he won anything. While I respect him, I still have a touch of animosity for the fact that since the whole Infamous debacle went down, and ultimately they all decided their group sex wasn't as enjoyable with Ravyn sporting a larger penis than the rest of them, he hasn't approached me once. He hasn't come to me to say he was sorry for what he did. He hasn't manned up... It's something I don't quite understand or appreciate for that matter. I don't get why he hasn't come to me and simply said he was sorry. So there is a sense of frustration there, on my part. It's not enough to make me hate him, but it's there. He also represents a member of that locker room, and because I haven't heard shit from him, he could be in that group who cheered Kennedy Street on, I just don't know. Regardless of if he is or isn't, he's going down. He's getting beaten. He's going to be shown that I mean business. It's not that I don't think he can beat me because he has, but this time around, the stakes are different. I don't have shame. I don't have anything to lose because in the eyes of SCW, I've lost it all. Calling out the rejects, and showing the WORLD how incredibly biased the powers that be are has sent me to the bottom of the barrel. I know that they have basically blacklisted me from ANY chance, and that's why I am out to take their little hopes and dreams of keeping me there, and squashing them! The suits NEED me to continue to fail. They need me to lose so they can justify their oppression of me, especially now that I have told them their little olive branch, the Elite 15 ranking, can go fuck itself in the ass. They know I'm the best here. They KNOW I'm the most dangerous here. They need me to come up short in any match or any goal put in front of me because if I don't fail, and I succeed, their lives will become more and more shitty. They know that if I can beat people they deem "talented" then their excuses become fewer and farther between. They LOSE the ability to hold me down, and Tommy Valentine is one of those people that will help me make a statement. He is a name that people still praise repeatedly, while forgetting I exist. Hell, he's been involved in more opportunistic moments than I have, and that's something that makes me want to win even more. I mean, face it, folks... This is my last hoorah. This is my last stand. This is when I take the SCW World Championship for my own, or I take SCW down as my final statement! I'm tired of people questioning me, my passion, my heart, my DESIRE, to be the best because that fire burns. It burns hot and heavy. Why else would I do what I've done? People think it's all about selfishness, but they're the ones who inflicted that desire on me. Everyone who thinks Jake Starr is selfish only has themselves to blame. That's why, at Breakdown, Tommy will leave intact. He will be shown mercy in that regard. But if he thinks, for one second, that he'll be shown enough mercy to be allowed to say he beat me again, then he's wrong. Nevermore to be held down... Nevermore to be cast aside... THIS DAY IS MINE! Fin |
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