Post by Jimmy Kort on Nov 17, 2014 22:35:03 GMT
[Jimmy Kort is sittin' on the front porch of the ranch he inherited from his Father. The hired hands didn't leave, they still care to the land, the cattle, the crops. They do all the busy work, Jimmy collects money from the farm but it isn't enough to live off of. That's why he fights, why he wrestles.]
Jimmy Kort:
Gracie Bell, I don't think ya know what kinda trouble you dun got yourself into.
[Kort grabs a glass of Sweet Tea and takes a sip. He's wearing a black hoodie with the Rebel Flag printed on the front, a pair of work jeans, and a pair of faded brown Cowboy boots.]
Jimmy Kort:
Ya see I known people like you my whole damned career, girl. People who think they can get somewhere with just battin' their eyes 'n ridin' the name a' whomever they know. Don't matter if it's Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister. Nepotism ain't got no damned place in this business.
[Some people might be impressed with Kort's vocabulary but he's an avid student. Always reading something these days.]
Jimmy Kort:
I gotta work for all I got, Gracie Bell. When times get tough, when I'm backed into a corner, I can't run to my Daddy and cry into his shoulder. My Daddy don't wave a magic wand and make my problems go away. Oh no.
Mainly cause my Daddy, the bastard that he is, is buried six feet under. But also 'cause he ain't never held my hand through it all.
He made me go out n' be my own person. A'course his way a' doin' that was by leavin' my Mom when she was carrying me in her belly. His way a' doin' that was not seein' me till I was seventeen years old. His way a' makin' me self made was by lightin' a table on fire and Powerbombin' me through it from that top turnbuckle.
That's my Daddy.
That was his way.
[Kort sets down the glass of Sweet Tea and goes back to looking out over the farm.]
Jimmy Kort:
I ain't gonna lie I don't go no problem hittin' a woman. I don't like to do it but it seems like someone needs to give you a spankin' girl, put you in your place. Remind you that no matter WHO you are, we all bleed the same, Gracie Bell.
Your Daddy ain't nothin' girl. Keep that in mind. I worked for better 'n Lord knows I've worked for worse. Think 'bout it, Gracie, think 'bout how much your Daddy must not give a damn about you.
[Kort smiles sadistically.]
Jimmy Kort:
He's alright with sendin' you into a Fatal Four Way with THREE behemoths. Three men who mean serious business 'n the girl worried 'bout what color polish she gonna use on dem nails. Ain't exactly a fair match up on paper now is it, Gracie.
He's alright with sending you into that ring to have you bleed all over it. He's alright with offerin' you up, girl. What does that say about what kind a DAMN man your Daddy is?
[Jimmy is getting a little hot under the collar.]
Jimmy Kort:
Think about it, Gracie. Think about it.
You got Kodi Jackson, who's scary. Not to me mind you. Oh no, not scaring me at all. I've taken on seven foot monsters destroyed by pysch wards tryin' to choke me with chains. I've taken on six foot monsters puttin' my ass through barbed wire tables. Kodi Jackson is laughable, but he's dangerous.
He's gonna wanna crack your head like an egg against the ring post, 'n I cant blame him in the slightest.
You got Vlad too. He ain't no slouch. You know he's gonna want in on the wreckage.
[Kort nods at himself half impressed he can remember his opponents without consulting the Internet.]
Jimmy Kort:
See Gracie Bell, I'd prefer to go at this one on one. To show all them folks watchin' in the arena 'n at home what I'm about. Cause they wanna see the wreckage, baby. They wanna see the bloodshed. They just can't admit it to them damned selves.
Deep down they would love to see me make the boss' daughter bleed like a stuck pig. They would love to see me fire the first shots a' this here war. And who knows, Gracie Bell, they just damn might yet.
Don't say I ain't warned you babe.
[And with that Jimmy Kort's Metro:PRO debut is over.]
Jimmy Kort:
Gracie Bell, I don't think ya know what kinda trouble you dun got yourself into.
[Kort grabs a glass of Sweet Tea and takes a sip. He's wearing a black hoodie with the Rebel Flag printed on the front, a pair of work jeans, and a pair of faded brown Cowboy boots.]
Jimmy Kort:
Ya see I known people like you my whole damned career, girl. People who think they can get somewhere with just battin' their eyes 'n ridin' the name a' whomever they know. Don't matter if it's Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister. Nepotism ain't got no damned place in this business.
[Some people might be impressed with Kort's vocabulary but he's an avid student. Always reading something these days.]
Jimmy Kort:
I gotta work for all I got, Gracie Bell. When times get tough, when I'm backed into a corner, I can't run to my Daddy and cry into his shoulder. My Daddy don't wave a magic wand and make my problems go away. Oh no.
Mainly cause my Daddy, the bastard that he is, is buried six feet under. But also 'cause he ain't never held my hand through it all.
He made me go out n' be my own person. A'course his way a' doin' that was by leavin' my Mom when she was carrying me in her belly. His way a' doin' that was not seein' me till I was seventeen years old. His way a' makin' me self made was by lightin' a table on fire and Powerbombin' me through it from that top turnbuckle.
That's my Daddy.
That was his way.
[Kort sets down the glass of Sweet Tea and goes back to looking out over the farm.]
Jimmy Kort:
I ain't gonna lie I don't go no problem hittin' a woman. I don't like to do it but it seems like someone needs to give you a spankin' girl, put you in your place. Remind you that no matter WHO you are, we all bleed the same, Gracie Bell.
Your Daddy ain't nothin' girl. Keep that in mind. I worked for better 'n Lord knows I've worked for worse. Think 'bout it, Gracie, think 'bout how much your Daddy must not give a damn about you.
[Kort smiles sadistically.]
Jimmy Kort:
He's alright with sendin' you into a Fatal Four Way with THREE behemoths. Three men who mean serious business 'n the girl worried 'bout what color polish she gonna use on dem nails. Ain't exactly a fair match up on paper now is it, Gracie.
He's alright with sending you into that ring to have you bleed all over it. He's alright with offerin' you up, girl. What does that say about what kind a DAMN man your Daddy is?
[Jimmy is getting a little hot under the collar.]
Jimmy Kort:
Think about it, Gracie. Think about it.
You got Kodi Jackson, who's scary. Not to me mind you. Oh no, not scaring me at all. I've taken on seven foot monsters destroyed by pysch wards tryin' to choke me with chains. I've taken on six foot monsters puttin' my ass through barbed wire tables. Kodi Jackson is laughable, but he's dangerous.
He's gonna wanna crack your head like an egg against the ring post, 'n I cant blame him in the slightest.
You got Vlad too. He ain't no slouch. You know he's gonna want in on the wreckage.
[Kort nods at himself half impressed he can remember his opponents without consulting the Internet.]
Jimmy Kort:
See Gracie Bell, I'd prefer to go at this one on one. To show all them folks watchin' in the arena 'n at home what I'm about. Cause they wanna see the wreckage, baby. They wanna see the bloodshed. They just can't admit it to them damned selves.
Deep down they would love to see me make the boss' daughter bleed like a stuck pig. They would love to see me fire the first shots a' this here war. And who knows, Gracie Bell, they just damn might yet.
Don't say I ain't warned you babe.
[And with that Jimmy Kort's Metro:PRO debut is over.]
