| Subject: Final Thoughts |
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Jake Tanner
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Date Posted: 15:01:23 02/08/02 Fri
**The scene opens up in the HWA Arena. You can just tell it's the day where a PPV is going to take place. You can feel it in the atmosphere. The drama. The tension. The excitement. The RAW POWER of it all. Final preparations are being made. The ring is almost set. The stage has been constructed. The HWA-Tron is up. The pyro is ready to blast as spectacular as ever. The wrestlers involved in the PPV Battle For the Gold match are getting ready.**
**However, there is one man who is already prepared. He's been ready his entire life. He isn't lifting weights. He isn't cutting a promo. He isn't postulating a game plan for tonight's big match. He is doing nothing. Jake Tanner sits alone in his locker room, the lights are off. He is laying flat on the couch provided for him, his legs draped over the arm of the couch. Even though the PPV begins in five or so hours, he already has his wrestling gear on: his boots, his blue jeans with the initals "JT" on the back pocket, his black kneepads, and his wrists wrapped in white tape. The only thing missing is his lucky elbow pad that goes on his left arm, and that is sitting neatly on the grey table next to him. Suddenly, Jake begins to talk to himself as we just sit and listen...**
Jake Tanner: God damn. Tonight's the night, isn't it. Jake Tanner goes in the history books tonight, huh. (silently chuckles) You son of a bitch. They don't know. You've heard them. You know what they are thinking. You know what they are saying. "Who are you to think you have a chance in Hell of winning?" "Jake Tanner can't measure up to the top talent here in the HWA", they say. They don't think you can do it. No one thinks you can do it. Not the fans. Not the production crew. Not Pimp 2 Dope. Not Krazy King Mike. Not John Taylor. Not Sean Ferguson. Not Jason Chambers. Not DBR. NOBODY. Spare for you and Lisa.
Hmpf. Well? You know what to do, don't you? That's right. You're going to prove them ALL wrong. That's right. Ain't nobody gonna stop you tonight. Tonight you are an animal. Tonight you are a MACHINE. You're JAKE TANNER god dammit. You're the meanest son of a bitch out there. The same people who think you can't do it? They ain't gonna stop you. The fans? They ain't gonna stop you. DBR? John Taylor? Jason Chambers? Sean Ferguson? Pimp 2 Dope? KKM? Justin Sane? Jason Crisis? Mystic and the rest? No way. No way in Hell.
Because you know it. You know that you're better than all of them. You can't be stopped by anybody. Tonight, you are the man. You are the king. You are going to be the legend. The one that came from behind. The man who did it against all odds. The man who was the last person in everybody's mind to be victorious. You are going to be the next HWA Champion. And no one's gonna stop you, pal. NOBODY.....nobody....
**Jake's deep trance is broken by a sound at the door. He slowly turns his head to see Lisa Catera peeking her head in. She knocks and steps in the room...**
Lisa: *ahem* Am I interrupting you baby?
Jake Tanner: Hm? Oh, no. Not at all. C'mon in, honey.
Lisa (sitting on Jake's lap): Who're you talkin to?
Jake Tanner: Oh, nobody. I was just thinkin' aloud. Are you ready?
Lisa: ME? The question should be are YOU ready?
Jake Tanner (gazing deeply into Lisa's eyes): Baby.....I was BORN ready.
**Lisa kisses Tanner on the cheek and gives him a big hug. Tonight is the night that history is made...**
**We fade to black...**
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