Old School versus New School [Invite]

[champ]

It's the beginning of the GCW pay per view Absolution. The fireworks have gone off and the introduction has already rolled. It was time to kick off the show. What better way than to start off the show with a little legendary showdown? Well, maybe not legendary... but... How about a little old school? Cue in "Gonna Fly Now" to his the PA system. He didn't make the MayheM show, nor did he make it to the LockUp! show. Jack Douglas had been recuperating from his previous bout with Chris Calloway. It was technically his first real match back in the ring. The one before it didn't necessarily count since it didn't last long. Exodus was when he really put some hard work out there. He managed to pull off another victory over Calloway. It seems like that second loss must've hurt his pride pretty bad because we haven't seen too much of him after that. Missed the next two shows to heal up. Can't make this a common thing though. Can't necessarily rebuild a shattered career with just pay per view events. It was time now. Jack Douglas pushed his way through the stage curtain. The fans gave him some cheers as he threw an arm up into the air. He began to start making his way down the ramp. He gazed around the arena, looking at the crowd tonight. It was pretty packed. Seemed like there's been a lot of hype going into tonight's show. Jack walked around to the steel steps on the left side of the ring. Then he walked up the steps and climbs into the ring through the ropes. He threw his arm up into the air again as he walked over to the ropes. Another round of cheers from the audience for Jack. It brought a smile to his face to get such a warm reception. He headed towards the other side of the ring, requesting the microphone from a ringside staff member. They didn't waste any time retrieving him one. Once Jack got the microphone, he headed towards the middle of the ring. His theme music died down and he raised the microphone up to his mouth to start speaking. Time to kick off this show right...

"Heh, heh, heh... Now that's what I call a greeting..."

More cheers for Jack. He nodded his head as he paused for a brief moment. Soaking in the support from the fans. Can't blame him for holding on to these moments. He raised the microphone once again after the crowd died down again...

"Heh, heh, heh... Yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Heh, heh, heh... Yeah. I know what you've been thinking. Where in the world is Chris Calloway? Heh, heh, heh... I guess that loss at Exodus must've not gone over too well... My eyes aren't as good as they used to be... But I must say... Heh, heh, heh... Could have sworn I saw his face on the back of a milk carton the other day... Heh, heh, heh..."

Another round of cheers for Jack.

"I know that I wasn't in the ring either since Exodus but.... You can't blame me for taking a little time to oil the old gears and shake the cobwebs out of these boots. Heh, heh, heh... Now I guess that brings us here to tonight... There's no Calloway in sight... So I guess I'm free for tonight... Heh, heh, heh... So... I'll just cast out the old rusty fishing line out there and offer up an open challenge to any Titan sitting in the locker room looking to take on old Jack Douglas here... Heh, heh, heh... Let's sit here and wait to see if I get a nibble.... Shall we?"

Jack Douglas lowered the microphone from his lips and folded his arms across his chest. Awaiting for someone in the back to answer the challenge he's just laid out to start off Absolution with...

[Jerry Massey]

The cameras switch Jack Douglas, to the fans, to the stage and whatnot. Timesaticking. The arena is in silence, other than some impatient fans yelling words not to be repeated. It takes time to catch a fish. "I am the Evil" hits the PA system as Massey's titantron is played on the screen. At the same time, the silence is quickly replace with an uproar of booing. Talk about your unwanted catch.

Jerry Massey finally walks out from behind the stage, dressed casually in white sneakers, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt with the Absolution logo on it. He makes his way down to the ring, looking at Jack in confusion as he grabs a microphone and slides in.

... Eeh ...

Hmm...

Who the hell are you?

Massey slowly circles Jack looking at him head to toe. Before holding up the mic and stopping in front of him again.

Wait. Wait a damn minute. I know you. You're a former, what is it, eight time World Champion? A top athlete from the 1870's? You're Jack Daniels!

Yeah... that's it. I knew I recognized you.

The crowd boos as Massey stands there looking at Jack Douglas with such a smartass smirk and sparkling eyes (knowing he's dead wrong) that you'd just want to smack him in the face.

[champ]

Great. Just great. Here we have another one of the wrestling industries young up and coming guys in this business. And what do you know? It happens to be some cocky punk who has absolutely no respect for those who have built this business into what it is today. Jack shook his head and pointed at the challenger who had accepted his challenge...

"Actually youngster..."

He began to shake his finger from side to side for a brief moment.

You're close... But no cigar..."

He placed that free hand on his waist. Turning to the young man who was circling around him. Jack was going to have to correct this punk on who he really is...

"What I believe you meant to say was... Aren't you JACK DOUGLAS....? The 10 time All Star Champion of the World... Now... I'm not one for tooting my own horn or anything but... Heh, heh, heh... I think you need to get your facts straight, son. You don't want to make the mistake of forming a game plan that would work on one person, but would not work on someone else. That there we would call a rookie mistake."

[Jerry Massey]

Massey licks his lips and smirks again before talking.

Right before he gets the words out the crowd chants for Jack. So he looks around and waits.

Yeah, yeah... I knew exactly who you were all along, Zack. I mean, how would I not? I've watched old tapes of you my whole life. Literally. Like those two or three times you lost to the late, the great, the Supernova, Antonio Banks. My mentor. My father figure. The guy who taught me all about wrestling history and old school wrestling styles. The guy who gave me the Supernova Wrestling Gym in New York. The guy who has beaten you time and time again. Several times for the All-Star Championship.

You see, I've studied you since I was in diapers. And well, now you're in diapers and I doubt you've studied me much at all. You want to talk about plans? I know everything you've got. I even watched your matches with Chrissy. For one, congrats. But don't let it get to your head. Looks to me like you're still rusty.

[champ]

Jack nodded his head with a smile on his face. Supernova Antonio Banks... That name brought back some memories. He remembered Antonio Banks. He remembered the battles they used to have in the ring. He pointed at his challenger and responded to him...

"Heh, heh, heh... Old Supernova Antonio Banks... Heh, heh, heh... I remember him. I remember him all too well. Heh, heh, heh... You must not have paid too close attention to the history then... If you had... You would have remembered that your mentor, Supernova Antonio Banks, only managed to beat me a couple of times... Only a couple of times... Sure. He had taken the championship from me before, however... Heh, heh, heh... His title reigns lasted... What? Like a single week? Heh, heh, heh... Don't let Banks fool you. Heh, heh, heh... He talks a big game and likes to flex around like he's some kind of god... But when it really came down to it, he couldn't cut the mustard..."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Being your mentor, I wonder what Banks has taught you... Heh, heh, heh... If the Supernova couldn't even lace my boots years ago... How can I expect someone spawned from his training grounds to stack up...? Heh, heh, heh... As jealous as that man was at the success that I've experienced... I can only imagine the kind of trash spewed from his mouth from whatever bias stories he's spun to you as a kid.... Heh, heh, heh..."

[champ]

Complete and utter silence from his challenger. That must've really burned to come to the realization that your mentor was a big lie. He raised his microphone up and broke the silence...

"What wrong there? Cat got your tongue or something? Heh, heh, heh... I guess you must be having some kind of epiphany or something about your mentor. Can't handle the fact that Supernova Antonio Banks is a lying, coniving, jealous piece of work? I'm sorry to burst your bubble there, buddy. Heh, heh, heh... But those are the breaks... So... Come on... Say something...."

He pauses for a moment. Waiting for some kind of response from this kid. Waving his free hand for him to go. Jack lifts the microphone up once again and says...

"Well, junior...? I'm waiting..."

Jack shook his head in disappointment. Is this what the future of this industry has to rely on? Is this was we're supposed to look forward to in the future? What is wrong with these kids? He lowered his microphone and continued to wait for a response from his challenger.