| Subject: A Call From A Nephew, And a Few Words From The Madman |
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Jake Tanner
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Date Posted: 22:41:02 01/06/02 Sun
**The scene opens up in a cafeteria. Not just any cafeteria though. It is the cafeteria of a high school. Yet it's surprisingly empty. There is one lone teacher sitting at one table closest to the door. The table across from it is where everyone else is. A group of four boys sitting down eating breakfast. We zoom in on them as we begin to hear there convestation...**
Corey: It's way too early.
Frank: Well, when you wake up at like 2 in the morning-
Corey: Hey. That's the highlight of my day.
Mike: *sigh* What a pathetic little town we live in when waking up is the highlight of our day.
Joe: Hey, did you guys see Fear?
Mike: NO, Joe. It's not like my uncle, Jake Tanner is a wrestler there or anything. Jeez.
Frank: Yeah, that was awsome when he beat that Dow guy.
Corey: Yeah, that guy sucks. What was REALLY cool is when that Jason Crisis dude nailed your uncle Jake Tanner with a superkick. WHAM!! I like that guy!
Mike: What are you, high? Had my uncle known that was comin', he woulda nailed that ass, right then an' there. My uncle don't take shit from anybody, 'specially punks like him. I mean really, who else do you like, VINCENT CAPELLI?
Corey: Well...
Joe: Which reminds me, I heard on the internet that your uncle has a match with Jason Crisis for the Windy City title. Him an' some other man named Mystic.
Mike: Izzat so? Well we all know who's gonna win that one.
Corey, Frank, & Joe: Who?
Mike: Who the hell else? MY UNCLE. JAKE TANNER, that's who. In fact, I'm gonna call him when I get home just so I can hear what he's gonna do to both of those fucks.
**And so, another boring day of school goes amazingly slow for the nephew of the Madman From Queens. After school, Mike heads home and calls The HWA Arena in Chicago...**
Receptionist: Hello, HWA Arena. How may I help you?
Mike: Yeah, hi. Um, I wanted to know if I could speak to Jake Tanner? I'm his nephew, Mike. I wanted to talk with him.
Receptionist: One moment please............................................................
Jake Tanner: >click< Hello?
Mike: Uncle Jake?
**The scene changes to Jake Tanner talking on a phone in the HWA Arena.**
Jake Tanner: Mike! How the hell are ya?
Mike: I'm good Uncle Jake. An' you?
Jake Tanner: I'm fine. So what's up? Is somthin' wrong?
Mike: No, nuthin's wrong. I just heard that you had a title match comin' up. Aaaaaaan', none of my friends think you can win. I just wanted to hear what you're going to do to your opponents so I can tell them.
Jake Tanner: You're friends aren't to bright are they? Ah, whatever. Yeah, I got a match. A Windy City title match against Mystic and "The Innovator of Crappiness" Jason Crisis... You know what I'm gonna do. Like always...go in there and KICK ASS!! Which reminds me...I gotta go nephew. I got things to take care of concerning that. I'll talk to you later, O.K.?
Mike: O.K. Uncle. See ya.
Jake Tanner: So long, Mike. >click< I've been meaning to make that promo regarding those two...Aight, to the interview room.
**The scene fades into Max Wulf conversing with some hot chick, a HWA staff member of some sorts. They seem to be having fun when Jake Tanner pops into the scene...**
Jake Tanner: Oh, hey Max. I got that cream for your anal warts for ya. And do you still want that product they were selling on the internet to enlarge your penis?
**The girl talking with Max tries hard to hold back a laugh as she slowly backs away from him. When she disappears, Wulf turns and scowls at Jake...**
Max Wulf: And just WHAT THE HELL did I ever do to you to deserve THAT?!
Jake Tanner: You were born. C'mon slappy, we got an interview to do.
Max Wulf: *sigh* Why me?
**The scene fades out and back in again to the interview room. Max Wulf is sitting in a couch across from Jake Tanner. Max cues the cameras as he begins to speak...**
Max Wulf: Hello HWA fans, I'm Max Wulf. I'm here once again with that ALWAYS pleasant ray of sunshine, Jake Tanner.
Jake Tanner: I'm detecting sarcasm Max. Watch it.
Max Wulf: Whatever. Jake, this coming Terror, you have an important match ahead of you. You face Jason Crisis and Mystic to claim the vacant Windy City title. What are your thoughts on this?
Jake Tanner: Well, I'll give credit where credit is due...wait. Scratch that. Jason Crisis has more balls then brain, cheap-shotting me after my match with Dow. Never have I seen such an arrogant cocky dumbass. I heard the pansy was recently on MTV. The WORST music channel in the history of television, with its sellouts, and tools. Hell, DisMissed isn't even a show about MUSIC! But I'm leaving the topic. That was a very brave thing he did, brainbustin' that girl and all. That takes true skill to knock an innocent defenseless female unconcious. Watch what happens when he tries to pull that sh*t on me. He can't cheap shot me when we are face to face on Terror. One superkick on Tuesday won't keep me down for long, I can assure you.
Max Wulf: Good point. And what of Mystic? What threat does he pose in this affair?
Jake Tanner: Mystic is a major threat. Yet he seems too lax to me, too self confident. I don't really think he is taking this matter seriously. The Windy City Title is a major belt in this federation. One must be totally focused when going for the gold here in the HWA. However, he has respected me, and in turn, I respect him. Still, respect is of no concern in this match. I plan to become the champion, no matter who gets in my path. And I hafta be constantly aware in this match as well. Keep in mind, I don't hafta be pinned to lose! That's one of my major concerns.
Maw Wulf: Well, thank you for your time, Jake. I'm Max Wulf for the HWA.
**We fade to black.**
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