Post by Jeff Young on Sept 7, 2008 20:58:24 GMT -6
The sun was bright, the warmth of the air was surrounding the Young people in the city country Jail. Pass the gate, with all the guard and their Riffle at the tower, and even the long mile, the long walk inside the place. Was a man sitting in the 5feet by 5 feet cell. Looking at the ceiling talking about the Sins he as commit in his life time, is cell mate was laughing through out the tales.
The man shared a good bound with him, As if they knew one and other for a long time, and yet He knew that the time as come to leave. After three long weeks in the Pen.
The sweat, the blood shade and all, is gone behind me.. The man turn and embraced the other man as a brother. He looked at the man in the staying in the cell one last time. And then he walk off..
______________________________
The time as come for me to leave. I was happier then people could of imagine, who would of though that I would ever get Cough, Drinking under the Influence, but that’s was not all and with Cocain in the car also, I said to myself that Bitch could of cleaned up her Empty Flaps, but No it never happens like that. Although I was once again a Free man.
When I got to the Desk to get my belonging, there was Mail for me, every time I open an Envelope it always Contain bad news, I left it on the counter for a few moments. As I when in the changing Room to get all my Formal clothes on. My normal Armani Silk Suit, with a nice Dress shirt with it, and my dog tags as the reminder of my service In the Young Familia, I sat down to Tie my louis Vuitton shoe, I start Standing up and I get Nose to Nose with the Warden of the place.
I Looked at him strait in the dead Cold eyes of his, and he Glared at mine. He knew that I was going to go do something psycho, but he had no choice to let me go it was part of life, He hand to me the envelope I left at the desk
“You should Look at it. It might be a good thing for you to take the invitation over there” {The warden said with a smile on his face,
As for me I just glaceed at him and then I walk away, to the outside world once more... _______________________________________________
Walking pass the Gates, I glare at the Dark and desolate place, that I’ve been calling home, I look in the front and Happy to see a familiar face standing beside My classic 1974 chevy Nova..
“Rayne Young, My brother from and other Father, Same mother though...” { I said with a grin on my face}
“Hey little Brother Finally have you learn now. Not to let little biatch in the car while you are gone. That’s what happen. They hide there shit in your nice ride, and I know you are the car collector Jeff” {Rayne said to me as he is trowing me the set of Key}
“Don’t lecture me, you might be older then me, but I am still the best looking in the two of us.” {I laugh and same with him} “ Now don’t get your panties up your butt crack, I think we are going to go and Hit the club I miss going out.. I miss doing the wild things and Most of all I miss the Good old days” {Rayne looked at Me and I got a Smile on my face}
“What do you mean by the Good old Days” {He asked}
“Never Mind that Rayne, here can you open this for me” {I hand him the envelope that was waiting for me}
Rayne took a few moments to open the damn thing. Always taking is time I always said, but that how we was.. I guess..
“Its and invitation to go to a privet concert ” {Rayne Said with a smile} "And you got Front Row sit, I guess some one what you to be close enough to be part of the Action, or just so you can see what you miss out on.”
“Would you shut Up” {I said to Him while Driving off in the distance}
______________________________________
Later that Night....Video footage opens up to the streets of New York City, In front of Jeff’s favourite place to Eat is the exact location as the evening sun gleams over the cars and street signs. Children scurry past, presumably running home so not to miss curfew. An old man begs for change outside of the Dunkin Donuts, before being hassled by the cops. Moments later a car alarm goes off as the thief makes a run, car stereo in his hands. All this matters little to the man above. He does not care, for he is none other than a former Wrestler, Jeff Young. A man torn between himself, other organizations and his home life. The call of the ring, as much as he wanted to call it quits, was going to bring him back one final time to AWS Wrestling. The excitement that the fans get seeing him perform is a feeling that is more than indescribable. The roar of the crowd when he's the good guy, the booing of the crowd when he's the bad guy, these are both factors and reasons why he keeps doing what he was born to do. Because it makes people happy, and in turn, it makes him happy. But this man, at this moment, appears to be not quite himself right now. Young goes to walk past the camera as the cameraman stops him.
“What the hell? You're supposed to be cutting a promo.” {they said to me}
“Point being?” {I replied}
“Dude, I don't get paid if I got nothing to use.”{ They said to me}
“Okay, fine. You want a promo, here's your promo. This is supposed to be my big, triumphant return to AWS Wrestling. But, it doesn't feel right. Knowing that I am not able to fight for the title. It sucks I know I was gone for far to long. But that time gone. The Time I spent those days in the fucking Cell talking with a crazy man. It got me thinking. Im crazy as well. Every week I get in the ring. I try to pull a new stunt and what do I fucking get for it. Nothing. Oh wait I get fucking Xavier thinking he is all that. Yeah thats what I fucking get.” {I said with a bit of hanger in my voice}
Young continues walking forward down the street as the cameraman follows him down the road leading away from the restaurant. He walks inside a small coffee shop, possibly owned by a friend of his father. Of course, Young doesn't seem to care much about the coffee shop or who owns it at this moment in time. All things considered, he only cares about one thing... and that is to find a way to steel the spotlight at the show...
“How do you take measure of one's career? Is it in titles? Is it in victories? By all measurements of that sort, I have won more titles over my career, and certainly earned more victories than Any in the federation. But still, after all these years, i’m always the underdog in all the federation . Does that make them better? Some people would say that should be the defining factor. But I feel the true measure of a man in this business is not always measured in wins and losses, but in his contributions to the business. And by that measure, they are all certainly a better man and or woman than I am. I left the federation due to some personal issues. They stuck it out through AWS's entire existence, and for that I applaud All of them. But if this match, if it goes on as plan I will make and entrance Pass the Curtains or even From the Crowd and I will compete. Win, lose or draw, Jeff young, Myself is going to give everything I got for the fans and for All the people that think they can come and interfere like happen last week think again, last week it was a fluke. It wont happen twice..
Despite the ego of all the people in the federation, I know that they will all be upset if I just showed up and went through the motions. I became one of the best by beating some of the best, and this match shall be no different.”
A brunette waitress, about five feet six inches, with a perfect body and a just as perfect face walks up to Young, her hips swaying back and forth as she has a smirk on her face. Young, in his own private hell, seems indifferent to her very existence. She makes her way to the table and stops in front of it.
“Hey there, I'm Ashlyn, what can I get ya?”
“What do you recommend?”
“Well, we've got this amazing pumpkin spice blend, that's.....well.....orgasmic is the only way to describe it.....but don't tell my boss I said that”.
“I won't say anything. Get me one of those, light and sweet.”
“Anything else? Maybe my number for added pleasure?”
“I'm taken.”
“I don't mind.”
Ashlyn's face went from a natural tan shade to red in an instant as she obviously didn't flirt very often with customers. Young rolls his eyes as he looks out the window for a moment at the rain that had begun to fall.
“I'm good, thanks”
“Well, I'll leave my number with you incase you change your mind.”
Ashlyn writes the number down on her notepad, tears it off and folds it in half before setting the piece of paper down in front of Him. She then writes down his order and then turns to walk back to begin making it for him.
“I'll be right back with that.”
Young nodded as she walked away swaying her hips again trying to get him to pay attention, but Young continued to look outside the window. The cameraman hits Jeff causing me to snap his head towards him
“The hell was that for?”
“Because you're not gonna hit that, so I hit you.”
“I don't cheat.”
“Jeff, you and I both know you're single now. She Died over two years ago. It's time to move on man.”
“I'm not moving on.”
“Cut the crap, she's not coming back.”
“I've known you a long time, Jon. That's the only reason I'm not going to knock your head off your Fucking shoulders.”
He sets down the camera and aims it towards the table to maintain a good shot and then sits across from Jeff. The Jon that Young was speaking to happens to be and old friend of his adopted family. A man who knew Jeff wife her entire life and a man who happens to run a local under ground news fed.
“Jeff, Rebecca is not coming back. When you get over that, you'll be better off.”
“I don't give a shit what you think, Jon. Just worry about holding that fucking camera and stay out of my personal life, got it?”
“No, I don't got it. I'm doing you a favor, hell, I'm doing your Dad a favor by carrying around this camera for you.”
“And he's doing you a major favor at your show, so knock the shit or I'll see to it that he backs out.”
“You and I both know your father wouldn't back out of something when there's a signed contract.”
“Keep it up. I'll make sure it happens. And trust me you wont just lose the contract”
“Fine, whatever. Hold the fucking camera yourself.”
Jon goes to stand up and walk out on Jeff, but I grabs Jon by the arm. Jon tries to pull away, but Young has too much of a grip on the arm of Jon who looks down at Me.
“Let go.”
“Sit your ass down.”
“I'm out of here,Jeff. I'm tired of this shit.”
“No, sit the fuck down. Now..”
“You gonna cut the crap?”
“Yeah...whatever, just sit.”
“Fine.”
Jeff releases Jon's arm and Jon returns to his seat as Ashlyn has returned with Young’s Pumpkin Spice. She sets it down in front of Me with a smile on her face. Her face lighting up at the sight of Jeff every time she looks at him
“There you go. And if you change your mind, my phone's always on.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Don't look so down. Can I get anything else?”
“Yeah, just surprise me.”
“Okay.”
Ashlyn makes her way off to start on a drink for Jon as Jeff continues staring into the rain outside now pouring down. Jon looks outside and then back to Me a little confused.
“What the hell is it with you and staring outside when it rains?”
“Her and I met in a rainstorm.....I..... still remember it.....”
***Flashback: some where in Italy June 15th, 1991, 4:32 AM***
Rain is falling from the heavens, lightning is crashing and thunder is clapping outside as a very young Jeff begins to come to.
“Here, let me help you.”
“Where am I?”
That was an interesting question indeed. Young Jeff Young was a child of the streets. Son of an absentee father and an alcoholic mother, Jeff fled home when he was 12. Living on the streets, life was never easy. Though he spent most of his days in the library, educating himself to compensate for his lack of formal education, he spent his nights searching for food. Though it was not his usual routine to break into houses to steal food, he saw an open window and felt the pangs of hunger and could not resist. This night, he never got to the food, he passed out from exhaustion on the kitchen floor below the open window. As he awoke, there was a young girl, no more than a year his junior, covering him with a warm blanket.
“I don't want you getting all wet.”
He answered hesitantly. He looked around, confused by his surroundings. The girls parents stood in the doorway, but the only thing he could focus on was her.
“Thank... you... What's your name?”
“Rebecca.... who are you and what are you do in my kitchen?”
Her tone was not that of fear or anger, rather it was more a tone of kindness and curiosity.
“Do you want the truth or a happy lie?”
“Truth.”
“well... I guess I can't lie, I was looking for food.”
“Don't your parents feed you?”
“No, my parents don't even know I'm alive. Dad left and mom's a drunk. I've been on my own for about two years.”
Rebecca's mother at that point walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a sandwich, and hands it to Rebecca. She, in turn, hands it to Jeff.
“Really you don't have to.... Really you didn't have to do that for me. Please, just don't call the cops. That's all I'm asking.”
“Why we would do that if we haven't already?”
“But I broke into your house...”
Just then, Rebecca's father interrupts.
“So we've noticed. Today happens to be your lucky day, son. Go hop in the shower, I'll loan you some clean pants and a shirt for the night. They might be big, but they're clean. You can sleep on the coach. We'll discuss everything else in the morning.”
Rebecca looks up at Jeff again. It would be an interesting start to the best and worst days of Young's life. She would follow Jeff into the world of professional wrestling, but that is another story for another time. Jeff is snapped back to reality when Jon interrupts him.
“Nice story, 'Romeo', but that girl wants you now. Rebecca is gone. It's time to start over. It's time to move on.”
“I'm not ready to move on, Jon”.
“Well, Rebecca would want you to. Now take your ass up there and talk to that girl, or else I'll do it.”
“Fine, but let's finish that promo first.”
“Fine.”
Jon picks up the camera and counts down from three...two...one and points at Jeff...
Alright, I'm gonna get straight to the point. Xavier, we faced once in the ring in the past. And now you are the one of the champion, and I am amazed by it. You made it far. But now.. This is a new game. I am back. You couldn’t beat me back in the past. And you can’t beat me now. Get ready for the match of your life. This is going to be like old days and its going to be a lesson for you. Not to ever stick your nose in my match. . . I told you once. Welcome to My nightmare. I am going to by the Freddy of your nightmares. I am going to make sure you will walk out of the match bloody and fucking Bruised and for all I care. You might be a champion. But I am the fan favorite. I am going to make it to the end. Where you will find yourself at home cry for mommy every night why don’t they respect you...
Guess why don’t they respect you. They don’t fucking like you. And I don’t blame them. Have you look at yourself in the mirror. Hell I bet you cant even do that. Yeah I would have a hard looking at myself also. With all the things you have done. But its all good come at the show you will look in a mirror for the first time in the longest time. . the doctors will have to fix your face cause once I am done with you. You wont be the same...
Ashlyn brings overJeff's order, and for the first time, Young smiles warmly at her. She smiles back as she turns and walks away.
Get ready for the return of the great one. Get all geared up and ready the the thrill of a lift time. Cause once I start going there is no stopping the Young legend. Ask any one.. And Every one..
Jeff Young stands up from the table, picks up his Pumpkin Spice and begins to towards Ashlyn. Jeff walks up to Ashlyn and the two start talking. A few flirts are traded before some laughter as the scene slowly fades to black.
The man shared a good bound with him, As if they knew one and other for a long time, and yet He knew that the time as come to leave. After three long weeks in the Pen.
The sweat, the blood shade and all, is gone behind me.. The man turn and embraced the other man as a brother. He looked at the man in the staying in the cell one last time. And then he walk off..
______________________________
The time as come for me to leave. I was happier then people could of imagine, who would of though that I would ever get Cough, Drinking under the Influence, but that’s was not all and with Cocain in the car also, I said to myself that Bitch could of cleaned up her Empty Flaps, but No it never happens like that. Although I was once again a Free man.
When I got to the Desk to get my belonging, there was Mail for me, every time I open an Envelope it always Contain bad news, I left it on the counter for a few moments. As I when in the changing Room to get all my Formal clothes on. My normal Armani Silk Suit, with a nice Dress shirt with it, and my dog tags as the reminder of my service In the Young Familia, I sat down to Tie my louis Vuitton shoe, I start Standing up and I get Nose to Nose with the Warden of the place.
I Looked at him strait in the dead Cold eyes of his, and he Glared at mine. He knew that I was going to go do something psycho, but he had no choice to let me go it was part of life, He hand to me the envelope I left at the desk
“You should Look at it. It might be a good thing for you to take the invitation over there” {The warden said with a smile on his face,
As for me I just glaceed at him and then I walk away, to the outside world once more... _______________________________________________
Walking pass the Gates, I glare at the Dark and desolate place, that I’ve been calling home, I look in the front and Happy to see a familiar face standing beside My classic 1974 chevy Nova..
“Rayne Young, My brother from and other Father, Same mother though...” { I said with a grin on my face}
“Hey little Brother Finally have you learn now. Not to let little biatch in the car while you are gone. That’s what happen. They hide there shit in your nice ride, and I know you are the car collector Jeff” {Rayne said to me as he is trowing me the set of Key}
“Don’t lecture me, you might be older then me, but I am still the best looking in the two of us.” {I laugh and same with him} “ Now don’t get your panties up your butt crack, I think we are going to go and Hit the club I miss going out.. I miss doing the wild things and Most of all I miss the Good old days” {Rayne looked at Me and I got a Smile on my face}
“What do you mean by the Good old Days” {He asked}
“Never Mind that Rayne, here can you open this for me” {I hand him the envelope that was waiting for me}
Rayne took a few moments to open the damn thing. Always taking is time I always said, but that how we was.. I guess..
“Its and invitation to go to a privet concert ” {Rayne Said with a smile} "And you got Front Row sit, I guess some one what you to be close enough to be part of the Action, or just so you can see what you miss out on.”
“Would you shut Up” {I said to Him while Driving off in the distance}
______________________________________
Later that Night....Video footage opens up to the streets of New York City, In front of Jeff’s favourite place to Eat is the exact location as the evening sun gleams over the cars and street signs. Children scurry past, presumably running home so not to miss curfew. An old man begs for change outside of the Dunkin Donuts, before being hassled by the cops. Moments later a car alarm goes off as the thief makes a run, car stereo in his hands. All this matters little to the man above. He does not care, for he is none other than a former Wrestler, Jeff Young. A man torn between himself, other organizations and his home life. The call of the ring, as much as he wanted to call it quits, was going to bring him back one final time to AWS Wrestling. The excitement that the fans get seeing him perform is a feeling that is more than indescribable. The roar of the crowd when he's the good guy, the booing of the crowd when he's the bad guy, these are both factors and reasons why he keeps doing what he was born to do. Because it makes people happy, and in turn, it makes him happy. But this man, at this moment, appears to be not quite himself right now. Young goes to walk past the camera as the cameraman stops him.
“What the hell? You're supposed to be cutting a promo.” {they said to me}
“Point being?” {I replied}
“Dude, I don't get paid if I got nothing to use.”{ They said to me}
“Okay, fine. You want a promo, here's your promo. This is supposed to be my big, triumphant return to AWS Wrestling. But, it doesn't feel right. Knowing that I am not able to fight for the title. It sucks I know I was gone for far to long. But that time gone. The Time I spent those days in the fucking Cell talking with a crazy man. It got me thinking. Im crazy as well. Every week I get in the ring. I try to pull a new stunt and what do I fucking get for it. Nothing. Oh wait I get fucking Xavier thinking he is all that. Yeah thats what I fucking get.” {I said with a bit of hanger in my voice}
Young continues walking forward down the street as the cameraman follows him down the road leading away from the restaurant. He walks inside a small coffee shop, possibly owned by a friend of his father. Of course, Young doesn't seem to care much about the coffee shop or who owns it at this moment in time. All things considered, he only cares about one thing... and that is to find a way to steel the spotlight at the show...
“How do you take measure of one's career? Is it in titles? Is it in victories? By all measurements of that sort, I have won more titles over my career, and certainly earned more victories than Any in the federation. But still, after all these years, i’m always the underdog in all the federation . Does that make them better? Some people would say that should be the defining factor. But I feel the true measure of a man in this business is not always measured in wins and losses, but in his contributions to the business. And by that measure, they are all certainly a better man and or woman than I am. I left the federation due to some personal issues. They stuck it out through AWS's entire existence, and for that I applaud All of them. But if this match, if it goes on as plan I will make and entrance Pass the Curtains or even From the Crowd and I will compete. Win, lose or draw, Jeff young, Myself is going to give everything I got for the fans and for All the people that think they can come and interfere like happen last week think again, last week it was a fluke. It wont happen twice..
Despite the ego of all the people in the federation, I know that they will all be upset if I just showed up and went through the motions. I became one of the best by beating some of the best, and this match shall be no different.”
A brunette waitress, about five feet six inches, with a perfect body and a just as perfect face walks up to Young, her hips swaying back and forth as she has a smirk on her face. Young, in his own private hell, seems indifferent to her very existence. She makes her way to the table and stops in front of it.
“Hey there, I'm Ashlyn, what can I get ya?”
“What do you recommend?”
“Well, we've got this amazing pumpkin spice blend, that's.....well.....orgasmic is the only way to describe it.....but don't tell my boss I said that”.
“I won't say anything. Get me one of those, light and sweet.”
“Anything else? Maybe my number for added pleasure?”
“I'm taken.”
“I don't mind.”
Ashlyn's face went from a natural tan shade to red in an instant as she obviously didn't flirt very often with customers. Young rolls his eyes as he looks out the window for a moment at the rain that had begun to fall.
“I'm good, thanks”
“Well, I'll leave my number with you incase you change your mind.”
Ashlyn writes the number down on her notepad, tears it off and folds it in half before setting the piece of paper down in front of Him. She then writes down his order and then turns to walk back to begin making it for him.
“I'll be right back with that.”
Young nodded as she walked away swaying her hips again trying to get him to pay attention, but Young continued to look outside the window. The cameraman hits Jeff causing me to snap his head towards him
“The hell was that for?”
“Because you're not gonna hit that, so I hit you.”
“I don't cheat.”
“Jeff, you and I both know you're single now. She Died over two years ago. It's time to move on man.”
“I'm not moving on.”
“Cut the crap, she's not coming back.”
“I've known you a long time, Jon. That's the only reason I'm not going to knock your head off your Fucking shoulders.”
He sets down the camera and aims it towards the table to maintain a good shot and then sits across from Jeff. The Jon that Young was speaking to happens to be and old friend of his adopted family. A man who knew Jeff wife her entire life and a man who happens to run a local under ground news fed.
“Jeff, Rebecca is not coming back. When you get over that, you'll be better off.”
“I don't give a shit what you think, Jon. Just worry about holding that fucking camera and stay out of my personal life, got it?”
“No, I don't got it. I'm doing you a favor, hell, I'm doing your Dad a favor by carrying around this camera for you.”
“And he's doing you a major favor at your show, so knock the shit or I'll see to it that he backs out.”
“You and I both know your father wouldn't back out of something when there's a signed contract.”
“Keep it up. I'll make sure it happens. And trust me you wont just lose the contract”
“Fine, whatever. Hold the fucking camera yourself.”
Jon goes to stand up and walk out on Jeff, but I grabs Jon by the arm. Jon tries to pull away, but Young has too much of a grip on the arm of Jon who looks down at Me.
“Let go.”
“Sit your ass down.”
“I'm out of here,Jeff. I'm tired of this shit.”
“No, sit the fuck down. Now..”
“You gonna cut the crap?”
“Yeah...whatever, just sit.”
“Fine.”
Jeff releases Jon's arm and Jon returns to his seat as Ashlyn has returned with Young’s Pumpkin Spice. She sets it down in front of Me with a smile on her face. Her face lighting up at the sight of Jeff every time she looks at him
“There you go. And if you change your mind, my phone's always on.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Don't look so down. Can I get anything else?”
“Yeah, just surprise me.”
“Okay.”
Ashlyn makes her way off to start on a drink for Jon as Jeff continues staring into the rain outside now pouring down. Jon looks outside and then back to Me a little confused.
“What the hell is it with you and staring outside when it rains?”
“Her and I met in a rainstorm.....I..... still remember it.....”
***Flashback: some where in Italy June 15th, 1991, 4:32 AM***
Rain is falling from the heavens, lightning is crashing and thunder is clapping outside as a very young Jeff begins to come to.
“Here, let me help you.”
“Where am I?”
That was an interesting question indeed. Young Jeff Young was a child of the streets. Son of an absentee father and an alcoholic mother, Jeff fled home when he was 12. Living on the streets, life was never easy. Though he spent most of his days in the library, educating himself to compensate for his lack of formal education, he spent his nights searching for food. Though it was not his usual routine to break into houses to steal food, he saw an open window and felt the pangs of hunger and could not resist. This night, he never got to the food, he passed out from exhaustion on the kitchen floor below the open window. As he awoke, there was a young girl, no more than a year his junior, covering him with a warm blanket.
“I don't want you getting all wet.”
He answered hesitantly. He looked around, confused by his surroundings. The girls parents stood in the doorway, but the only thing he could focus on was her.
“Thank... you... What's your name?”
“Rebecca.... who are you and what are you do in my kitchen?”
Her tone was not that of fear or anger, rather it was more a tone of kindness and curiosity.
“Do you want the truth or a happy lie?”
“Truth.”
“well... I guess I can't lie, I was looking for food.”
“Don't your parents feed you?”
“No, my parents don't even know I'm alive. Dad left and mom's a drunk. I've been on my own for about two years.”
Rebecca's mother at that point walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a sandwich, and hands it to Rebecca. She, in turn, hands it to Jeff.
“Really you don't have to.... Really you didn't have to do that for me. Please, just don't call the cops. That's all I'm asking.”
“Why we would do that if we haven't already?”
“But I broke into your house...”
Just then, Rebecca's father interrupts.
“So we've noticed. Today happens to be your lucky day, son. Go hop in the shower, I'll loan you some clean pants and a shirt for the night. They might be big, but they're clean. You can sleep on the coach. We'll discuss everything else in the morning.”
Rebecca looks up at Jeff again. It would be an interesting start to the best and worst days of Young's life. She would follow Jeff into the world of professional wrestling, but that is another story for another time. Jeff is snapped back to reality when Jon interrupts him.
“Nice story, 'Romeo', but that girl wants you now. Rebecca is gone. It's time to start over. It's time to move on.”
“I'm not ready to move on, Jon”.
“Well, Rebecca would want you to. Now take your ass up there and talk to that girl, or else I'll do it.”
“Fine, but let's finish that promo first.”
“Fine.”
Jon picks up the camera and counts down from three...two...one and points at Jeff...
Alright, I'm gonna get straight to the point. Xavier, we faced once in the ring in the past. And now you are the one of the champion, and I am amazed by it. You made it far. But now.. This is a new game. I am back. You couldn’t beat me back in the past. And you can’t beat me now. Get ready for the match of your life. This is going to be like old days and its going to be a lesson for you. Not to ever stick your nose in my match. . . I told you once. Welcome to My nightmare. I am going to by the Freddy of your nightmares. I am going to make sure you will walk out of the match bloody and fucking Bruised and for all I care. You might be a champion. But I am the fan favorite. I am going to make it to the end. Where you will find yourself at home cry for mommy every night why don’t they respect you...
Guess why don’t they respect you. They don’t fucking like you. And I don’t blame them. Have you look at yourself in the mirror. Hell I bet you cant even do that. Yeah I would have a hard looking at myself also. With all the things you have done. But its all good come at the show you will look in a mirror for the first time in the longest time. . the doctors will have to fix your face cause once I am done with you. You wont be the same...
Ashlyn brings overJeff's order, and for the first time, Young smiles warmly at her. She smiles back as she turns and walks away.
Get ready for the return of the great one. Get all geared up and ready the the thrill of a lift time. Cause once I start going there is no stopping the Young legend. Ask any one.. And Every one..
Jeff Young stands up from the table, picks up his Pumpkin Spice and begins to towards Ashlyn. Jeff walks up to Ashlyn and the two start talking. A few flirts are traded before some laughter as the scene slowly fades to black.
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