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Three Days Out

	CHARACTER KEY: Narration JaXion Geoff Hostess Waitress
The camera fades in looking at an ocean. The waves, although not too big, roll in to the shore at a very steady pace. To the right there is a large pier jetting out about 25 feet over the water. A few happy couples hold hands walking through the sand. The camera pans around showing JaXion standing in the sand. He is talking on his cell phone as it zooms toward him. He is wearing sunglasses, a white tank top, black shorts, and flip flops. As the camera gets closer it picks up his phone conversation. "Yeah man, I'm already here. How far out are ya? 15 minutes? Damn... alright I'll grab a seat. Call me when you get here. Later..." He closes the phone and puts it in his pocket. Then walks toward the camera. "You gotta love this. Its fuckin' Groundhog Day and I've been at the beach for hours. Wonder how the weather is in India. Probably hot. I'll know tomorrow, my plane leaves at four in the mornin'. Follow me. My buddy Geoff's coming to have a beer before I go." He walks past the camera toward a Key West-looking beach restaurant named Frenchy's. The camera follows him inside. The hostess does a double take and sort of sizes JaXion up. He looks back at the camera and smirks. "What can I do for you?" "Just headin' to the bar area darlin'. Is it seat yourself at the hightop tables?" "Yes it is... go right on in." The girl bites her lip as she watches him walk by. Then she turns back and sees the camera and quickly straightens out, not sure what its filming. JaXion sits down at one of the square high top tables by the bar. The waitress comes up and he orders a Miller Lite. Then looks toward the camera. "I guess you want more of my thoughts about the match coming up, huh? Well, I'm not sure what to tell ya. Two of my opponents haven't said a word yet. And hell, did you watch that Organized Criminal interview? I'm not sure if it was an interview or a soap opera." The waitress sets the bottle in front of him. He takes a quick drink and continues talking. "I'm serious, what the hell even happened. Between him yelling at interviewers and cameramen, yelling at his trainer, yelling at his father, and then his mother gettin' shot by someone, I have no idea where he even mentioned the match he's got. I'm not even sure he knows he's in a match! Let's really analyze what happened while the camera followed that jackass around, shall we? First of all, he's not even sure which belt he's getting a shot at. What did he call it? The intercontinationality title, or somethin'? C'mon, guy, its the International Title. And the only way you're going to win it, is by getting through me. Now that isn't too likely, and I'll tell ya why. One, you can't even stand up to your wrestling coach, brotha. Even that guy doubted you. He knows you aren't ready for this match, and so do I. Two, your just a little nineteen year old punk. You talked about being respected? The way you shoot your mouth off, nobody's gonna respect you. You've gotta earn respect, pal. And if you plan on doing that, its going to have to be after February fifth. And three, you sound a lot more like you want to fight the dude that killed you mom, not me, or Dynamite, or Klix for that matter. So here's my advice for ya. Get your head on straight, moron." He takes another drink from his beer as a few random people walk up and ask for his autograph. JaXion seems suprised by this, since he is a new face to the ACW. However he gladly signs them. As he is finishing up, his friend Geoff walks up to the table laughing. "Well aren't you the regular celebrity?" "I don't know about that, it was only a few people. It'll be more in a few weeks. Maybe after I get a title shot." "Can I get you anything to drink?" "Yeah, I'll just have a Corona." "Since when do you drink Corona?" "Hell if I know. Its the weather. Just trying to be festive." He laughs a little as the waitress sits the beer in front of him. "So, what's the deal? You're flying to India in the morning?" "Yes sir. Plane leaves at four in the morning." "Jesus, that's early as all hell! Have fun with that..." "Well thanks a lot man. Its cool though, I'm real excited about this match." "Yeah I saw that Criminal guy on TV the other night. That's one whacked out bastard. But I haven't seen much of the other two. What are you going to do about them?" "Well here's the way I'm looking at it. Klixx is a small guy. He's more of the high flying type wrestler, ya know? All of his best stuff is high risk. Things like 450's and hurricanranas. Things that are easily avoided if I know its coming. Not to mention, being that I've got size and a ton of strength over the guy, I'm just going to break him in half once I get my hands on him. He might be quick, but I'm not exactly slow. I'll catch up to him and when I do its lights out. This is all relative, however, to if he even shows up for the match. No one's heard or seen anything from him or on his behalf." "Well maybe he's bating you. Waiting for the right time to come out and address everything." "Well whatever he's doing, I can bet you it isn't going to work." They each order a couple more beers and a little food. They talk a little more about the rest of the talent in ACW. The world title match. Dreamer making his own weak title because he can't win one here. They finish eating and have one last beer. Then begin to walk out to the parking lot. "Well what about the other guy you're up against? TNT Terry or whatever? "Dynamite Daniel? I look at him the same way I see Klix. The only way he can beat anyone is from the top rope. The guy wants to be Chris Benoit with his diving headbutt garbage. All I have to do is keep him grounded and he doesn't stand a chance. How does he plan on landing a headbutt from the top rope when there are three other guys in the ring? No chance he gets up to the top at all. Unless of course I'm suplexin' him from up there. Seriously, I'm not worried at all about this guy, either. He lists himself at 260 pounds. That's funny, I'm twice his size and I'm around 240. I bet you that bastard's maybe at 225 soaking wet. Like I said before, I'm going to make an example out of him. He's the only proven fighter I'm up against, so he's the one I have to destroy. Organized Criminal talked about wanting to be respected in this league. Well I'm going to show him how to get it. When I beat a former champion in the middle of that ring on Monday and earn my shot at the International Championship, I'll be on my way to earning the respect I know I deserve." He looks into the camera. Then smiles a little before taking off his sunglasses, revealing a cold stare. "Organized Criminal, Klix, and Dynamite Daniel... you're just not ready. That I can promise you. I'll see you Monday. Sweet Dreams." He says goodbye to Geoff and jumps in his truck. Fade to black. Back to JaXion's Official Site!

CHARACTER KEY:
Narration
JaXion
Geoff
Hostess
Waitress

The camera fades in looking at an ocean. The waves, although not too big, roll in to the shore at a very steady pace. To the right there is a large pier jetting out about 25 feet over the water. A few happy couples hold hands walking through the sand. The camera pans around showing JaXion standing in the sand. He is talking on his cell phone as it zooms toward him. He is wearing sunglasses, a white tank top, black shorts, and flip flops. As the camera gets closer it picks up his phone conversation.

"Yeah man, I'm already here. How far out are ya? 15 minutes? Damn... alright I'll grab a seat. Call me when you get here. Later..."

He closes the phone and puts it in his pocket. Then walks toward the camera.

"You gotta love this. Its fuckin' Groundhog Day and I've been at the beach for hours. Wonder how the weather is in India. Probably hot. I'll know tomorrow, my plane leaves at four in the mornin'. Follow me. My buddy Geoff's coming to have a beer before I go."

He walks past the camera toward a Key West-looking beach restaurant named Frenchy's. The camera follows him inside. The hostess does a double take and sort of sizes JaXion up. He looks back at the camera and smirks.

"What can I do for you?"

"Just headin' to the bar area darlin'. Is it seat yourself at the hightop tables?"

"Yes it is... go right on in."

The girl bites her lip as she watches him walk by. Then she turns back and sees the camera and quickly straightens out, not sure what its filming. JaXion sits down at one of the square high top tables by the bar. The waitress comes up and he orders a Miller Lite. Then looks toward the camera.

"I guess you want more of my thoughts about the match coming up, huh? Well, I'm not sure what to tell ya. Two of my opponents haven't said a word yet. And hell, did you watch that Organized Criminal interview? I'm not sure if it was an interview or a soap opera."

The waitress sets the bottle in front of him. He takes a quick drink and continues talking.

"I'm serious, what the hell even happened. Between him yelling at interviewers and cameramen, yelling at his trainer, yelling at his father, and then his mother gettin' shot by someone, I have no idea where he even mentioned the match he's got. I'm not even sure he knows he's in a match! Let's really analyze what happened while the camera followed that jackass around, shall we? First of all, he's not even sure which belt he's getting a shot at. What did he call it? The intercontinationality title, or somethin'? C'mon, guy, its the International Title. And the only way you're going to win it, is by getting through me. Now that isn't too likely, and I'll tell ya why.
One, you can't even stand up to your wrestling coach, brotha. Even that guy doubted you. He knows you aren't ready for this match, and so do I.
Two, your just a little nineteen year old punk. You talked about being respected? The way you shoot your mouth off, nobody's gonna respect you. You've gotta earn respect, pal. And if you plan on doing that, its going to have to be after February fifth.
And three, you sound a lot more like you want to fight the dude that killed you mom, not me, or Dynamite, or Klix for that matter. So here's my advice for ya. Get your head on straight, moron."

He takes another drink from his beer as a few random people walk up and ask for his autograph. JaXion seems suprised by this, since he is a new face to the ACW. However he gladly signs them. As he is finishing up, his friend Geoff walks up to the table laughing.

"Well aren't you the regular celebrity?"

"I don't know about that, it was only a few people. It'll be more in a few weeks. Maybe after I get a title shot."

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Yeah, I'll just have a Corona."

"Since when do you drink Corona?"

"Hell if I know. Its the weather. Just trying to be festive."

He laughs a little as the waitress sits the beer in front of him.

"So, what's the deal? You're flying to India in the morning?"

"Yes sir. Plane leaves at four in the morning."

"Jesus, that's early as all hell! Have fun with that..."

"Well thanks a lot man. Its cool though, I'm real excited about this match."

"Yeah I saw that Criminal guy on TV the other night. That's one whacked out bastard. But I haven't seen much of the other two. What are you going to do about them?"

"Well here's the way I'm looking at it. Klixx is a small guy. He's more of the high flying type wrestler, ya know? All of his best stuff is high risk. Things like 450's and hurricanranas. Things that are easily avoided if I know its coming. Not to mention, being that I've got size and a ton of strength over the guy, I'm just going to break him in half once I get my hands on him. He might be quick, but I'm not exactly slow. I'll catch up to him and when I do its lights out. This is all relative, however, to if he even shows up for the match. No one's heard or seen anything from him or on his behalf."

"Well maybe he's bating you. Waiting for the right time to come out and address everything."

"Well whatever he's doing, I can bet you it isn't going to work."

They each order a couple more beers and a little food. They talk a little more about the rest of the talent in ACW. The world title match. Dreamer making his own weak title because he can't win one here.

They finish eating and have one last beer. Then begin to walk out to the parking lot.

"Well what about the other guy you're up against? TNT Terry or whatever?

"Dynamite Daniel? I look at him the same way I see Klix. The only way he can beat anyone is from the top rope. The guy wants to be Chris Benoit with his diving headbutt garbage. All I have to do is keep him grounded and he doesn't stand a chance. How does he plan on landing a headbutt from the top rope when there are three other guys in the ring? No chance he gets up to the top at all. Unless of course I'm suplexin' him from up there. Seriously, I'm not worried at all about this guy, either. He lists himself at 260 pounds. That's funny, I'm twice his size and I'm around 240. I bet you that bastard's maybe at 225 soaking wet. Like I said before, I'm going to make an example out of him. He's the only proven fighter I'm up against, so he's the one I have to destroy. Organized Criminal talked about wanting to be respected in this league. Well I'm going to show him how to get it. When I beat a former champion in the middle of that ring on Monday and earn my shot at the International Championship, I'll be on my way to earning the respect I know I deserve."

He looks into the camera. Then smiles a little before taking off his sunglasses, revealing a cold stare.

"Organized Criminal, Klix, and Dynamite Daniel... you're just not ready. That I can promise you. I'll see you Monday.

Sweet Dreams."

He says goodbye to Geoff and jumps in his truck. Fade to black.

Back to JaXion's Official Site!

Three Days Out

CHARACTER KEY: Narration JaXion Geoff Hostess Waitress

CHARACTER KEY:
Narration
JaXion
Geoff
Hostess
Waitress