And you call yourself a Legend (Jack Douglas)

[Jerry Massey]

^{Lock-Up: March 21, 2009
The Absolution Aftermath
Massey/Douglas Confrontation}

A nice highlight reel is shown. A video package of the Absolution Pay-Per-View not that long ago. From When Dark Meets Pink to the walking corpse with the gold. One thing to note from the video, the Supernova Student defeating a former ten-time Champion.

As the video settles, it is replaced with the titantron of that said student, as "I am the Evil" hits the PA system and Jerry Massey walks out from behind the curtain. Not dressed for action, he is wearing jeans and a t-shirt to add insult to injury. Or in this case, adding injury to insult. An old-school Jack Douglas t-shirt, slogan and all, with a graffiti like red X over the graphics.

Grabbing a mic, he waits for the crowd to end the booing so he can speak. They do, and the smirk arrives.

Heh, heh, heh... faded glory from the good ol' days. Heh, heh, heh... the ol' dog still has some bite.

Heh, heh, heh...

Massey licks his lips.

Heh, heh, heh... What a load of crap.

The smirk disappears as the crowd begin to boo Massey again.

Don't boo me! If you're going to boo anybody then you should boo that so-called Legend, Jack Douglas.

The boos get louder. Massey ignores them, and continues while wandering inside the squared circle.

Jackie, ol' boy, Chris Calloway has nothing on me. And even in your two "big return" matches against him, you got lucky. I saw you run around like a scared mouse until you finally got behind the cat, and rolled him up, tights in hand and all, to steal a victory.

You even tried that on me, twice in the same match. Which failed both times. I'm not Chris, you won't pull that kindergarten trick against a wrestling graduate.

I told you, you're still rusty. You may have reached the point where you are nothing but rust, old man. Just like Antonio Banks has time and time again, I wiped the canvas with you. I slammed your ugly, homeless face into the ground not once, but twice with a cutter. A Supernova Crusher, I call it.

You are no Legend, Douglas. I'm not going to say you're a has been, though, but your time has come and gone decades ago. And this spark of excitement you got from that Christina Gruber, taking you in under her giant, manly arms and saying you can still be a somebody, was nothing but false hope. And you should back down now, before you get hurt.

[champ]

Cue 'Gonna Fly Now' to hit the PA system. The fans attention turning to the LockUp! stage. Pushing his way through the backstage curtain, a defeated Jack Douglas steps out on stage in regular street clothes. Sneakers, jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. He already has a microphone in his hand when he steps onto the stage. Jack motions his free hand across his neck, signaling for his theme music to be cut. Once the music was off, the two men were left with the sound of cheering fans. Excited to see what Jack Douglas has to say to Jerry Massey. As he stands at the stage, he raises the microphone up to his lips...

"You're reaaaally funny, son. Heh, heh, heh... What a knee slapper that one was.... Heh, heh, heh..."

Jack points at Jerry in the ring.

"Guess you must be really proud of yourself, huh? Heh, heh, heh... Taking on an old, broken down piece of meat and gaining the victory. Congratulations. Heh, heh, heh... I guess Antonio must've really taught you something useful underneath all the envy and jealousy that radiates from him. Heh, heh, heh..."

He pauses for a moment. Looking out to the fans.

"I'm not going to make any excuses for my loss. Yeah, you got the better of an old dog. Heh, heh, heh... You came out and you beat me. Just like you said you were going to do. I'm not going to be like your mentor Antonio. I'm not going to say it was a fluke win. I'm not going to say that you cheated. I'm not going to say that you got lucky. I'm going to suck up my loss and accept that on that particular night, you got the better of me. Heh, heh, heh... That was just on that particular night. Sure. I'll admit. I am still a bit rusty when it comes to getting back into the swing of things. Heh, heh, heh..."

He shrugs his shoulders. Jack knows he's not in the best of shape. He wasn't going to lie. Alcohol abuse, lack of exercise, poor diet, etc. contibuted to the mess he's in now.

"But you know how the old saying goes, lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place. You got the better of me at Absolution. I won't deny that. I wasn't ready for you. I wasn't prepared. Now that I've got a little taste of what you're about, youngster... Heh, heh, heh... I'm sure that a rematch should be in order. And I guarantee that the results are going to be much different than our previous encounter. Heh, heh, heh... So how about it, youngster? Heh, heh, heh... Care to show me that Supernova Crusher again?"

[Jerry Massey]

Well that got the fans' attention. Chants of "Jack", chants of "rematch", and just cheers filling up the arena. Massey is watching the audience as the audience is watching him. He finally turns his attention back to Jack and holds up the microphone to his lips.

A rematch, eh?

More cheers.

Are you sure you want to have a rematch? Already? I mean, you're in even worse condition. And you want to have yourself a rematch against the man who surpassed perfection tonight? Did you have some more of your "pain killer" liquid before you walked through that curtain?

[champ]

Jack reached up with his free hand and began to scratch the back of his head. The microphone still level with his mouth so that he could speak...

"Maybe I've taken a few too many drops on the mat, and maybe I'm not quite what I used to be back when I was schooling Antonio Banks all around the squared circle, but... Heh, heh, heh... If there's one thing that any and all men who wish to climb to the top of the mountain must know... It's to never say die... Heh, heh, heh..."

More cheers from the crowd as he spoke to Jerry. Jack nodded his head and continued...

"You bet your ass that I want a rematch against you, son. Right here tonight on LockUp! Heh, heh, heh... "

Even more cheers explode from the fans, seeing the confidence in Jack Douglas. He definitely wanted a rematch to shut this kid up and planned on doing that tonight.

[Jerry Massey]

Massey, looking around and tossing his mic from one hand to another, waits for the uproar to down. They finally stop as he holds the mic back up to his lips and raises his free hand for a halt.

You must have already forgotten our match at Absolution, ol' man.

Jerry Massey climbs in between the top and middle ring ropes, mic still in hand, and starts making his way towards Jack.

You seem to be forgetting, what exactly is going on. You seem to be forgetting, who exactly you're challenging. You seem to be forgetting, who exactly you are.

Massey, now on the stage, keeps walking until he is on the left side of Douglas, and turns to get face to face with him.

What's going on, is that you're sitting here, over two decades, twenty long years, out of your prime. And you're asking for a second straight beat down against me. I'm the guy, you're challenging. The twenty seven year old, six-foot-two, two hundred and thirty six pound, living, breathing, walking, talking image of what being better than perfection is all about. Jerry Massey. And who you are, is nothing more than an old, homeless man who doesn't know when to throw those tights away. For good.

So you better get your ass back into that closet of a locker room, wrap your worn out knees with all the tape you've got, strap on those boots, and prepare yourself for another ass kicking.

Jerry Massey inhales heavily, as if he were to spit on Jack, but stops the motion right before he would actually spit on him and slowly shakes his head with that smirk on his face.

You're not even worth it anymore.

Massey drops his microphone, signaling his theme to his the PA system, and he walks backstage without even looking back at the man he will be facing tonight.