| Subject: Not The Best Day To Mess With Me |
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Jake Tanner
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Date Posted: 22:13:06 01/10/02 Thu
**The scene opens up inside one of the various locker rooms of the HWA Arena. We move in on the door which says in bold red lettering JAKE TANNER. The door opens yet...no one is there. Then Lisa Catera walks in wearing just a towel. (Noonch!!) She looks up and notices the camera crew for the first time...**
Lisa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cameraman: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lisa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cameraman: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lisa: CHRIST!!! Haven't you heard of KNOCKING?!?! Jeez!
Cameraman: I'm sorry Ms. Catera...it's just that Mr. Tanner was scheduled to cut a promo now....'cept I haven't been able to find him. Um, would you happen to know where he is right now?
Lisa: Your guess is as good as mine. He's been avoiding everybody since he lost his match on Terror. He's pretty pissed off about that. I feel bad for you, if you expect to get within 500 feet of him in the mood he's in. Good luck, buddy.
Cameraman: *gulp* W-w-well, thanks a lot, M-Ms. Catera. See ya around.
Lisa: Yeah, whatever.
**The cameraman quickly backs out of the locker room. However, he peeks back in to see Lisa start to unveil her towel. Lisa, noticing once again, quickly snaps the towel back around her body.**
Lisa: WOULD YOU GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE?!?!?! Pervert...
**She slams the door in the cameraman's face as we fade to black. As we fade in again, we are looking at the spot where the ring should be, from what appears to be the nosebleed section of the HWA Arena. A group of technicians are seen near the stage where the HWA-Tron goes. You can vaugely make out one of them yell out, "O.K! Let 'er rip!!" And with that, the pyro for Friday Fear blazes off in all of it's glory. Even from up here, it's still a spectacular sight. A cloud of thick smoke rises off of the stage toward the stands, higher and higher until it is up to the nosebleed seats themselves. Across the arena, through the smoke, the cameraman notices a figure sitting in the same section. The man seems to be sleeping, his head back with both arms around the chairs next to him. As the smoke clears, and we zoom in a bit more, we see the man to be Jake Tanner, trying to get away from it all. The cameraman walks over to Tanner. Taking a deep breath, he tempts fate and taps on the Madman From Queens' shoulder. He stirs a bit, but doesn't wake up. The cameraman, (who had jumped like 18 feet back when Tanner moved a bit), musters up enough courage to tap Tanner's shoulder again. This does the trick...but is that a good thing? Or a horribly BAD thing.....?**
Jake Tanner: *yawn* Whoever just woke me has five seconds before I throw them off these stands.
Cameraman: Oh......oh crap.
Jake Tanner (groggily looking at the cameraman): And just who in the HELL are you to wake me up?
Cameraman: I-I-I'm the cameraman, sir. You are sc-sc-scheduled to cut a p-p-p-promo today.
Jake Tanner: F*ck.......Alright, alright. Let's get the damn thing over with. I've got some sh*t ta say anyway.
Cameraman: O.K. sir, ready when you are.
Jake Tanner: Okey dokey, here it goes.......This hasn't been the best week for me. Since Tuesday I haven't been in the greatest of moods. So first things first. Jason Crisis, you lil' punk bastard. Don't think it's over between me and you. Oh no, boy, not by a long shot. Hold on to that title as hard as you can. Because some time in the near future...VERY near future...I will be taking that title away from you. We ain't through yet, oh no. But you ain't number one on my list today. No, today, the lucky guy who caught me in a ROYAL f*cking bad mood and has a match with me on Tuesday is Justin Sane.
Justin, you really HAVE to be insane if you think you're leaving Fear intact. No, this is not gonna be a victory for you. I have a lot of pent up anger inside of me right now. A lot of frustration I need to vent. And guess who I'm gonna take out all of that crap on. No, Friday is DEFINITLEY not going to be the greatest night for you. Have you even given thought to our match on Friday? Have you even considered the CONSEQUENCES of facing a man like me after a loss like that? I've seen your pathetic attempt to get inside my head. You think that I'm a ROOKIE?! That's gonna make it WORSE for you. It'll be like a small puppy standing in front of a steamroller if THAT'S you're attitude. Maybe it's the name. I'm just not some crap BRAWLER anymore. My name is Jake Tanner. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the nicest guy. I get my kicks by throwing people of that HWA-Tron right there. I dont give a rat's ass if you've been five time hardcore champion. I don't give a f*ck if you've beaten DBR twice. 'Cuz I ain't DBR. I'm Jake Tanner, but not just Jake Tanner, no no no. I'm PISSED OFF Jake Tanner. So I hope you're ready for Fear, Justin. And you can bring you're little bat of yours if you feel you can't handle a real fight. I sure as hell know I can.
Aight, promo over. Get that sh*t outta my face.
**Jake Tanner shoves the camera backwards and leans back again as we fade to black...**
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