Post by Icon Kellar on Jul 21, 2016 14:45:36 GMT -6
GZW2K1 Coliseum
31 December 2006
Kellar throws a right hand but the exhaustion of having already fought one title match, and being betrayed by his acolytes, has taken its toll. "The Ace" Zac Sharpe, his former teammate, spins the World Champion around and drops him to the mat with an Ace Crusher.
Nelson: And Zac Sharpe lands it!!!
Samson: So long Lord Fathead!!!
Kellar lies prone on the mat and Leon Corbin throws the referee back into the ring and orders him to count the three. Sharpe covers for the full three count as Jon Kellar's reign as NEOGZW/GZW2K1 Undisputed World Champion comes to an end at the hands of people he considered his friends.
Kellar: Ten Years…
Sean: Huh?
Kellar raised his head up from pushing his lunch around the plate. He looked at Sean, his trainer, who was sat opposite him at the dojo table still examining various bits of paper.
Kellar: It's been nearly ten years since I held a World Championship...
Sean: Oh... right...
Kellar: Where did the time go? Has it really been that long...
Sean: I guess so...
Kellar frowned
Kellar: You could be a little more supportive.
Sean: Sorry, I was distracted... reading up on Raab. Did you know he had his knee repaired a few years ago before he became a wrestler.
Kellar: Ten years...
Sean: Jon, stop it.
Kellar: Stop what?
Sean: Dwelling. I know you wish that your career had gone differently, but given the back injury, the drug addiction and the exile from the business frankly you haven't done all that badly.
Melissa: Daddy!!!!
Kellar turned to see his daughter running towards him, paper in hand.
Melissa: Look!!
Kellar took the piece of paper. It showed a stick man, minus anything that could reasonably be described as a torso, holding what appeared to be a black stick with a gold circle in the middle.
Kellar: It's... lovely... what is it?
Melissa: It's you, with the Chamionship...
Kellar: Awww... thank you sweetheart...
He turned it over
Kellar: And you've drawn it on the back of Uncle Sean's scouting report too.
Sean: WHAT??!!!
Sean snatched the paper away from Kellar
Kellar: Calm down... she's only 3...
Sean glared at the piece of paper.
Sean: I've been looking everywhere for this... it's the scouting report from the match between Darkthorne and Raab at Tag Team Tropolis...
Kellar raised an eyebrow
Kellar: You scouted that match? I wasn't even in NJFC then...
Sean: No but you were thinking about it. To be honest, I was concentrating more on Darkthorne at the time. He seemed like the real threat. Given that you and he have a victory over Darkthorne in common, something no one else in NJFC can boast, this document could be key to...
Sean felt a tug at his t-shirt and looked down to see Melissa staring up at him.
Melissa: I want drawing!
Sean: Not now Mel... Uncle Sean needs the "drawing" for now.
Melissa's promptly voice rose approximately five hundred thousand octaves, and millions of decibels.
Melissa: I WANT DRAAAAAAWIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!
Sean hurriedly covered his ears at the screech
Sean: Okay Okay!!!! Here...
With a look that spelled a cry for mercy, Sean handed the drawing, and with it his scouting report, back to Melissa, who happily ran off into the corner where her toys awaited their newest adventure.
Kellar: I thought you said that report was important?
Sean: So are my ear drums... how the hell are you immune to that?
Kellar: Genetics I guess... or possibly head trauma. I'm surprised you haven't built up an immunity. You spend almost as much time with her as I do...
Sean: Not so far... anyway, before her Royal High-pitchedness took it I did manage to get a look at the report. Raab's got good technical skills but where he's really at his best is with powerful suplexes, so we need to work on your speed and agility so you can stay away. Also, that surgically repaired kn...
Sean looked at Kellar, who was clearly 1000 miles away. He was engrossed in a magazine that he had apparently pulled from somewhere.
Sean: Jon, I'm trying to coach you here...
Kellar: Powerful suplexes, speed and agility, don't get suplexed. Surgically repaired knee, tear it to bits. Rinse, repeat...
Sean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms
Sean: Sorry, your majesty, am I boring you?
Kellar: Ten years...
Sean: Are we still on that?
Kellar snarled
Kellar: Ten... Years!!!!
Kellar slammed his hand on the table, making Melissa and Sean jump. Kellar held up his hand to his daughter apologetically, then moved in closer to Sean.
Kellar: Read this...
Kellar threw the magazine over to Sean, who took the magazine.
Sean: Jon Kellar will enter the ring aiming to win a World Title for the first time since he lost the GZW2K1 World Championship at Aftermath 2K6. At the time, many felt it was just the beginning for Kellar, but his career quickly spiralled downwards after a very public falling out with the company over a failed drugs test. Since then Kellar has flitted between federations, making occasional appearances, without building much in the way of momentum. Many commentators believe this may be...
Sean sighed
Sean: ...a last desperate attempt at glory...
Kellar: Desperate... that's how they see me…
Sean: Jon, feeling sorry for yourself isn't...
Kellar: Sorry??!!!
Kellar glared at his coach
Kellar: I'm not sorry... I'm angry... I am angry as hell. I know I'm no saint Sean... I know that I had to pay the price for my choices but... ten years Sean. Ten years and still it's all anyone talks about. I'm better than a scandal that ended nearly a decade ago...
Sean: I get it, you feel owed...
Kellar: Owed? Nobody owes you anything in this business, I have earned this. I have paid the price for my bad decisions long enough... and yet... well...
Kellar gestured towards the magazine
Kellar: It's still the footnote on the Kellar legacy... and I'm sick of it... sick to to back of my great grandmother's baby teeth...
Kellar buried his head in his hands.
Kellar: This has to end Sean... I will not be a footnote, I will not be a drug warning story. Come Resurgence, this chapter ends…
He looked up, the rage visibly burning in his eyes
Kellar: ...and it ends with me putting this boot through Konrad Raab's head.