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Monday night madness, it was the mark of a new ECWF generation... A generation that is supposed to define the entire nine year history of this illustrious company, from the legends that stood before tall this time, guys like Kevin Nash, Shawn Michaels, Brett Hart, The Ultimate Warrior, and Triple H... To the legends that rule today This was the legacy generation of the East Coast Wrestling Federation and it kicked off with an astounding boom, many icons fell and may alliances formed... Retribution was also handed down at the hands of an ‘organization’ as Jeff Hardy and Christie Bishop dealt with the problem of Damien Draven -Beep!- “Jeff.... Hunny are you awake yet?... Look I’m at the arena so give me a call when you get this message okay?... I love ya, bye Nero...” -Click - Turning over in his bed Jeff picks his head up and stares fourth at the alarm clock that reads three-thirty in the evening... He’s been sleeping sense four this morning and after a night of partying, drinking, and drug consumption his head feels like it’s inside a hydraulic press. One could argue weather or not it was worth it but the after party was quite the celebration and even though he’s hung over today, he had a ball last night “Ugh...” Planting his face into the pillow Jeff attempts to go back to sleep but is quickly interrupted with a shark knock on his hotel room door, this has gotta be a bad dream... Why won’t these people just leave him alone? “Go away.... ugh...” After several more moments there is an another series of knocks at his door... Apparently this isn’t a dream; somebody is actually at his door. And just when he readies himself to curse out the maid for showing up too early, the voice of Christie Bishop calls out through the door. “You better open this door Cracker... We’re late for work!” Son of a bitch, the last thing he wants to do today is get his drunk ass up and go to work especially given the current condition of his rubs and the elevated urgency to ralph... However as Bishops repeated pounding on his door grows more aggressive Jeff rolls out of bed and to the floor with a heavy “THUD!” Giving a groan he listens as the door is pounded three more times, it’s grown to the point where it sounds like Bishop’s taking boxing lessons as opposed to knocking... And with every loud smack of the door, Jeff’s head throbs harder “Hold on man.... Give me a sec..” Reaching up he plants his hand firmly upon the side of the bed before pulling himself up to his feet, stumbling back a bit before finally regaining his footing Jeff then turns towards the door as Bishop speaks through it... “Dun... Are you painting your nails in there?” Upon meandering to the door Jeff unlocks it and swings it open to place his bloodshot eyes upon his newest friend and fellow teammate Christie Bishop who is dressed in a pair of baggy cargos and a black “Problem Solver” shirt. “Fuck you man...” “What the hell took ya dawg?” “The Trix Rabbit took my cereal... “ Jeff replies with a half-smirk to Bishop whose expression goes from humored to downright confused after the smart-ass reply by skittles. Shaking his head Bishop reaches out and grabs a hand full of Jeff’s shirt before dragging him into the hallway and then after shutting the door to Jeff’s room, Christie speaks “You can shower at the arena, right now we’re fuckin’ late... So let’s bounce nigga” Did he just say that?... With a shrugs of his shoulders Jeff nods and follows Christie through the hallways towards the elevators, last night’s events are a distant memory. From the post Madness party to the time he arrived at the hotel everything is a blur, in fact he just barely remembers going to bed, and was oblivious to his wife’s exit for work this morning... “Alright dun, we’re one step closer to that World Heavyweight Championship, you’ve made it past the first round like nobody expected you too and now you get to face a man who’s just as bad as he is big...” Shane Douglas, he’s a wrestling veteran known for his brutality and hostility... A strong arm built like a raging bull, his power is surprising and matches up well with his aggression. That topped with his recent UFC training has placed Jeff in a precarious position as he will step into the ring with busted rubs against a wrestling machine. Unlike Miss Holly Wood, Shane Douglas will not show mercy towards him... If he knows Jeff is nursing an injury, then he’ll attack it like a dog on a blood lust “Trust me, I know this guy and well. Shane Douglas is a big bad mother-fucka who cares about one thing and one thing only... Himself, he’s gonna walk into Madness with his sights on you and those busted ribs of yours and look to use them as his advantage. To him you’re not a man, your not a human being, you’re an obstacle that he’ll have to bulldoze through to get to what he desires the most...” The ECWF World Heavyweight Championship, it’s the title that everyone desires to have in the ECWF... The champion is instantly given a pay check that can rival what most federation owners make, not to mention the respect and prestige of holding a title backed by so much history... Jeff himself is familiar with this belt having held it on two separate occasions, but with great success has come great abandon and sacrifice.. “Yeah... Douglas isn’t any old tosser, I get it..” As they enter the elevator, Christie pushes the button labeled “lobby” and as the door closes leaving only the two of them inside he continues to speak while descending towards the ground floor level. “Do you really get it?... Seriously dun, The Franchise is no joker and he won’t go easy on you like Holly did just because you’re hurt... That some-bitch will target your rubs and try to snap each and everyone just to watch you choke on your own blood, why? Because he hates you Jeff, he hates you and everyone else in the ECWF and there ain’t a damned thing any of us can do about it!” “Alright, first of all Holly didn’t go easy on me... She’s not like that, I’m not like that Christie. We had a straight down the middle contested match and that particular night happened to be my night, trust me when I tell you that it could have gone either way” -ding!- The elevator door slides open on the main level and as the two of them make there way out of the elevator and through the large lobby, they continue to converse upon this matter. “Which is exactly why you have to prepare harder for Douglas, as good as Holly is and I ain’t takin shit away from her dun... But as good as she is, Shane Douglas is that much more intense, that much more powerful, and that much more driven to hurt you and anyone who stands between him and the World title” All valid points, Douglas isn’t rusty like Holly and he was, he’s not as small as her, nor is he as fast. However his power and size make Holly Hayes look like a pint-sized school girl and if Jeff struggled to defeat his friend Holly, how can he expect to be able to defeat the Franchise in a match of this caliber? “Okay, so what do you propose I do to defeat Shane Douglas and move forward into Legends?” “Get real fucked up before that match..” Getting fucked up before your big match.... BRILLIANT! (chuckles)”Naw dun I’m just messin’ with ya... Honestly the only thing you can do is play this smart, everyone whose faced this guy knows that if he can get you into his pace and work his power against you... Then odds are he’s gonna beat you, but at a high pace, with quick blitz like attacks Shane Douglas becomes like a scared schoolgirl... “ “Shit... I know all about that..” “WORD!” Bishop breaks out in a short spurt of laughter before regaining his composure and continuing his advice about Jeff’s big main event match Monday Night. “Naw for real dawg... If you can keep yourself from the grounded position then you’ve got an opportunity to defeat him, use your speed, agility, and flying ability to put a beat down on his bad ass. That should wear him down enough so that you can get the pin and head into Legends to compete for the title that belongs in the Organization!” “I hear ya, I’m not too concerned... I mean I am, but this isn’t the first time I’ve been the ‘underdog’ in a match. I’ve faced guys like Sandman, The Rock, Andy Maccavelli, The Undertaker, and Brock Lesnar before this and I’ve even won a few of them” And some still have an adverse effect upon his body even though they took place years ago, matches like the Hardcore match against Sandman where he suffered such a severe concussion that it brought on amnesia... The Hell in a Cell against Undertaker, this was a match that nearly ended his career and his life... “I can beat Douglas, this I’m certain of... I’ve been down this road so many times, I’ve walked into matches against men who were supposed to tear me limb from limb and end my wrestling career. I’ve been in matches that have tested my will and adversity, yet here I stand. My body is a roadmap of battle scars mostly internal... But I stand with my head held high waiting for the next guy to come along and try to take me out..” “True dat... I have faith in ya bro; I know that you have what it takes to defeat Shane Douglas and earn a spot at Legends to compete for the World Championship. It’s all the haters out there who think that Douglas will kill you or that you don’t have a chance of winning this thing... People love to underestimate you, and you just love to prove them wrong” “It’s what I do best....” “Hell yeah!” Making there way through the front doors, the two of them head down the sidewalk walking in synchronization on there way to Christie’s Hummer, which stands in wait on the far side of the lot. “So you talk to your old lady this mornin’?” “Not yet... Why am I in trouble?” His heart begins to race as all the possibilities begin to flood his mind; does Christie know something that Jeff doesn’t? Is Lisa mad at him for something, and if so what did he do to piss her off!? “Naw I haven’t seen her sense last night... She was pretty tipsy be the time y’all left the party so I was curious as to whether or not she was as hung over as you are right now?” “The hell if I know... If she’s half as fucked up as I am right now, then she’s having a rotten morning” (He shrugs) “She did leave me a voice message telling me that she was at the arena, so I’ll have to see how she feels once I get there” “It won’t take long to get there... And when we do I gotta find me a bitch to smack” He speaks about DMX of course, ever sense Monday Night Madness Christie’s had some pent up anger over getting blindsided by that bitch, and he intends on settling up as soon as he sees him. “I hear that man...” Upon making it to the Hummer, Bishop unlocks the doors and both guys get into the vehicle before shutting the doors. Starting the monster up, Christie throws it into gear and backs out of his space before driving off and out of the parking lot... “Word, I still think that if you can get past Douglas that you’ll cruise through which ever jobber win’s the Veteran’s Tournament... Shane is the toughest opposition left, the other two don’t have half his drive of determination...” “Genocide and Beniot?... I’ll worry about that after I take care of business with Douglas” “Just make sure that you watch your ass man, he’s gonna try to pull his shit... “ “Well you got my back anyway right?” “Dam straight I do” “So doesn’t Lisa, and Holly... So I’m not worried about it, I’ll get past Douglas by any means necessary and move onto the finals where I’ll become the next World Champion” “Fuck yeah!... And turn that noise up dun!” Reaching out Jeff turns up the volume on the radio blasting Kanye West’s “Sky High” as they roll down the highway and towards the ECWF Arena..... The eXtreme Daredevil  | ||
