Post by fallonreeves on Jun 16, 2012 20:43:29 GMT -5
A low rumble is heard in the distance as the camera opens up to show an aeroplane coming in to land on a runway in the distance. It touches down to the smooth surface of the runway with a few bumps before starting to slow down gradually using the full length of the strip before coming to a halt. It then maneuvers it's way around to a safe space away from the landing area before the stairway is rolled into place and the small doors open at either end. A steady stream of people start slowly descending the steps pointing to areas of interest around the perimeter fences. The people start to thin out as they all rush towards the terminal and just when you think the plane has now unloaded it's passengers, an imposing figure appears at the top of the stairs wearing his trademark flatcap and leather jacket. The unmistakeable form of Fallon 'The Real Deal' Reeves descends the stairs while rubbing his eyes and placing on his sunglasses. He has a travel bag slung over one shoulder as he slowly makes his way towards the terminal building.
Fallon Reeves walks straight past the baggage claim area towards the exit when he is stopped by a female member of the airline staff. Her make up has that painted look of a typical air hostess and her skin is a colour which can only be described as mahogany orange. She has a stupid smile plastered across her face which hides the fact she probably hates her job and the ignorant people she encounters. She is about to find out that this day is no different to any other day.
Her smile appears to be infectious as it wrestles a smirk in return from one of PCW's newest recruits.
He pats the bag over his shoulder.
Reeves brushes past her and continues towards the exit. The air hostess stands speechless, watching him walk away and still struggling as to why she is being blamed for the stereotypical airport complaint. She sighs and moves towards passengers that she hopes will respond better to her practiced warm reception.
Fallon Reeves leaves the building and walks over to the taxi rank where several cabs sit waiting for the new arrivals. In the background the sign reads 'MCGHEE TYSON AIRPORT....... WELCOME TO KNOXVILLE TENNESSEE........THE VOLUNTEER STATE'. Reeves pulls open the rear door of one of the cabs and tosses his bag in. He takes a long look at the airport from whcih he emerged, laughs and climbs in.
The cab driver is a portly gentlemen coming into the twilight years of his life. His eyes tell the story of a tired man who's spirit is weathered.
The taxi jolts into life. It's a surprise Fallon doesn't appreciate as he glares at the back of the drivers head.
Fallon Reeves pushes the button in front of him which moves the screen between him and the driver up into position. He's in no mood for small talk and just wants to concentrate on doing what has to be done. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and decides to check any emails he has. PCW backroom staff sometimes send him an itinerary for the next show or any updates concerning him. If not he would have no need for today's main communication tool. After being a loner for the majority of his life, Reeves doesn't keep many friends and certainly wouldn't thank you for any. Theres one new email alert which he curiously checks.
Reeves starts to watch the video as the screen fades to black
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The camera opens back up outside Ye Olde Steakhouse in Knoxville Tennessee as a cab pulls up in front of the building. Fallon Reeves emerges from the car looking in foul mood. Either Jay Thunder's newest online footage has caused this or that was the cab journey from hell. Perhaps a bit of both. Fallon walks through the welcoming doors of the restaurant. The interior is made up of old wooden fixtures and classic white cloth topped tables. Sure enough in the corner is a plaque reminding everyone of the part this particular eatery played in the Knoxville Tennessee edition of Man Vs Food. Fallon Reeves takes a seat at a table choosing to not wait to be seated. He then calls over a pretty blonde waitress.
The blonde waitress is unfazed by his bad manners and grabs a menu before approaching the table. She is dressed in her uniform and Fallon imagines that without her work clothes she would easily be an 8/10. However the big plastic smile kills him. Why does everyone in the damn city look so happy to be working shitty jobs? Takes different strokes to move the world i suppose.
Alison walks away to the bar to get Reeves' beverages. She returns quite quickly and places the drinks down on the table.
Fallon Reeves darts his gaze upwards and rolls his eyes at the smiling face looking back at him after it's clear she's completely serious.
The young waitress walks away, her bottom lip quivering as it seems Fallon Reeves is making a habit of upsetting Knoxville natives. He downs his scotch and starts to drink his beer whilst scribbling frantically on a notepad. He makes a 'To Do List' which activities are simply listed as 'Hire Car' 'Hardware Store' and the cryptically titled 'Main Event'
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Its pitch black apart from the glow of the street lights which bathe the road in an eerie light. All the can be heard is the sounds of the various wildlife that are indigenous to the region and in the distance is the low hum of an engine and the soft crunch of gravel. A car appears driving erratically and turns into the left starting up a narrow road that in unlit. The long stretching beams that radiate from the headlights of the car show the way as they enter through two wrought iron gates. As the car continues on, the soft light picks out silhouettes and features of various shapes. The characteristics, although different, all are common for headstones and burial statues. Its clear that we are in a cemetery. The car shudders to a halt as the engine lets out a cough on this cold clear night. Fallon Reeves gets out of the drivers seat clutching a bottle of Jamiesons in his right hand. He uneasily walks around to the trunk of the car and retrieves a large item wrapped in a burlap sack. The camera catches up with him as he lets out a belch and takes a swig from his bottle.
Reeves fumbles for the cigarette nestled behind his ear and places it between his lips. He strikes a match illuminating the area around him and lights the end of his cigarette. He takes a deep draw and keeps walking down the gravel path between the plots.
Reeves continues to walk along while talking animatedly using his hands to further drive home each point.
Fallon Reeves stops abruptly and laughs to himself as he surveys where he is standing. He dumps his sack to the ground with a dull thud and polishes off the remainder of his whisky bottle. The empty bottle is juggled in his right hand before being thrown clean across the cemetery. It disappears from sight but the sound of glass shattering is heard in the distance as it comes down to land. Down to land on someone's resting place. Someone's mother or father, a son or daughter, a best friend. Reeves has no look of remorse about his action as he turns round to the camera with a purposeful look etched across his face.
Reeves starts unwrapping the large item from the burlap sack on the ground. It's hard to make it out in the pale moonlight but when the light from the camera focuses to give us a better look, we can see him slowly unwrapping a sledgehammer.
Reeves approaches two headstones and stands directly in the middle of them. He bows his head sarcastically and walks between them, running his hands over the smooth marble which marks each grave. He now grips the sledgehammer in his right hand. It hangs menacingly at his side.
Fallon Reeves looks down towards the headstones protruding from the ground. There's a sickening smile on his face as he appears to address them.
Reeves swings the sledgehammer down into the tombstones smashing them into pieces. Each sledgehammer hit creates a deafening crack which echos through the small serene hillside. He takes two more swings before letting the sledgehammer drop to the ground.
Fallon Reeves lights another cigarette and starts the long walk back to his car. Behind him he leaves a trail of destruction and an example of the sick and twisted acts he is capable of. We wait with baited breath for his first in-ring appearance as the camera fades to black....
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Fallon Reeves walks straight past the baggage claim area towards the exit when he is stopped by a female member of the airline staff. Her make up has that painted look of a typical air hostess and her skin is a colour which can only be described as mahogany orange. She has a stupid smile plastered across her face which hides the fact she probably hates her job and the ignorant people she encounters. She is about to find out that this day is no different to any other day.
Air Hostess: Well good day sir and welcome to Tennessee. Can i help you locate your bags?
Her smile appears to be infectious as it wrestles a smirk in return from one of PCW's newest recruits.
Fallon Reeves: No you may not as i didn't check any baggage in other than my carry on allowance that you can see here.
He pats the bag over his shoulder.
Fallon Reeves: If i had checked this in however i'm quite sure you wouldn't have been able to help me locate it as you would probably be apologizing for my bags being sent to Georgia or Texas or some other Southern state hellhole. I'm here on business now move aside lady
Reeves brushes past her and continues towards the exit. The air hostess stands speechless, watching him walk away and still struggling as to why she is being blamed for the stereotypical airport complaint. She sighs and moves towards passengers that she hopes will respond better to her practiced warm reception.
Fallon Reeves leaves the building and walks over to the taxi rank where several cabs sit waiting for the new arrivals. In the background the sign reads 'MCGHEE TYSON AIRPORT....... WELCOME TO KNOXVILLE TENNESSEE........THE VOLUNTEER STATE'. Reeves pulls open the rear door of one of the cabs and tosses his bag in. He takes a long look at the airport from whcih he emerged, laughs and climbs in.
The cab driver is a portly gentlemen coming into the twilight years of his life. His eyes tell the story of a tired man who's spirit is weathered.
Cab Driver: Where you want to go son??
Fallon Reeves: Where's good for eating in this city? I have myself an appetite and i preferably want to be able to enjoy that with a cold beverage.
Cab Driver: I can take you to Ye Olde Steakhouse. It was on the Travel Channel.
Fallon Reeves: Ah so it was on Man Vs Food, a program where a fat man gorges himself to the point of bursting for our entertainment. Fabulous. Take me there i suppose.
Cab Driver: Ok well what brings you to Knoxville then son?
Fallon Reeves: Where's good for eating in this city? I have myself an appetite and i preferably want to be able to enjoy that with a cold beverage.
Cab Driver: I can take you to Ye Olde Steakhouse. It was on the Travel Channel.
Fallon Reeves: Ah so it was on Man Vs Food, a program where a fat man gorges himself to the point of bursting for our entertainment. Fabulous. Take me there i suppose.
Cab Driver: Ok well what brings you to Knoxville then son?
The taxi jolts into life. It's a surprise Fallon doesn't appreciate as he glares at the back of the drivers head.
Fallon Reeves: Lets just say I'm here to mix business with pleasure
Fallon Reeves pushes the button in front of him which moves the screen between him and the driver up into position. He's in no mood for small talk and just wants to concentrate on doing what has to be done. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and decides to check any emails he has. PCW backroom staff sometimes send him an itinerary for the next show or any updates concerning him. If not he would have no need for today's main communication tool. After being a loner for the majority of his life, Reeves doesn't keep many friends and certainly wouldn't thank you for any. Theres one new email alert which he curiously checks.
FAO Fallon Reeves - Jay Thunder promo
Reeves starts to watch the video as the screen fades to black
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The camera opens back up outside Ye Olde Steakhouse in Knoxville Tennessee as a cab pulls up in front of the building. Fallon Reeves emerges from the car looking in foul mood. Either Jay Thunder's newest online footage has caused this or that was the cab journey from hell. Perhaps a bit of both. Fallon walks through the welcoming doors of the restaurant. The interior is made up of old wooden fixtures and classic white cloth topped tables. Sure enough in the corner is a plaque reminding everyone of the part this particular eatery played in the Knoxville Tennessee edition of Man Vs Food. Fallon Reeves takes a seat at a table choosing to not wait to be seated. He then calls over a pretty blonde waitress.
Fallon Reeves: Hey *clicks fingers* service please.
The blonde waitress is unfazed by his bad manners and grabs a menu before approaching the table. She is dressed in her uniform and Fallon imagines that without her work clothes she would easily be an 8/10. However the big plastic smile kills him. Why does everyone in the damn city look so happy to be working shitty jobs? Takes different strokes to move the world i suppose.
Waitress: Good afternoon sir, my name's Alison and i will be your server today. What would you like to drink while you look at the menu?
Fallon Reeves: Listen, I don't need a menu. Just get me some ribs with a beer and a neat scotch. Make sure i don't run empty on the drinks front and we should get along just fine.
[/color]Fallon Reeves: Listen, I don't need a menu. Just get me some ribs with a beer and a neat scotch. Make sure i don't run empty on the drinks front and we should get along just fine.
Alison walks away to the bar to get Reeves' beverages. She returns quite quickly and places the drinks down on the table.
Alison: Well that's an interesting accent you have there. Canadian??
Fallon Reeves darts his gaze upwards and rolls his eyes at the smiling face looking back at him after it's clear she's completely serious.
Fallon Reeves: Not exactly. I'm from Scotland now can i please have some peace to enjoy the rest of my meal.
Alison: Well do you have a name sir?
Fallon Reeves: Listen clearly tact and subtlety isn't a very strong suit of yours. I can also see that the information i just delivered to your auditory nerves hasn't yet been passed on to your brain so i'm going to keep this in simplistic terms so you can process it. I don't want to see you, I don't want to smell you and I don't even want to hear any words containing the letter 'U'. Just come here quietly, keep my drinks filled and bring my food. I might even tip you. I hope this is as clear as crystal.
[/color]Alison: Well do you have a name sir?
Fallon Reeves: Listen clearly tact and subtlety isn't a very strong suit of yours. I can also see that the information i just delivered to your auditory nerves hasn't yet been passed on to your brain so i'm going to keep this in simplistic terms so you can process it. I don't want to see you, I don't want to smell you and I don't even want to hear any words containing the letter 'U'. Just come here quietly, keep my drinks filled and bring my food. I might even tip you. I hope this is as clear as crystal.
The young waitress walks away, her bottom lip quivering as it seems Fallon Reeves is making a habit of upsetting Knoxville natives. He downs his scotch and starts to drink his beer whilst scribbling frantically on a notepad. He makes a 'To Do List' which activities are simply listed as 'Hire Car' 'Hardware Store' and the cryptically titled 'Main Event'
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Its pitch black apart from the glow of the street lights which bathe the road in an eerie light. All the can be heard is the sounds of the various wildlife that are indigenous to the region and in the distance is the low hum of an engine and the soft crunch of gravel. A car appears driving erratically and turns into the left starting up a narrow road that in unlit. The long stretching beams that radiate from the headlights of the car show the way as they enter through two wrought iron gates. As the car continues on, the soft light picks out silhouettes and features of various shapes. The characteristics, although different, all are common for headstones and burial statues. Its clear that we are in a cemetery. The car shudders to a halt as the engine lets out a cough on this cold clear night. Fallon Reeves gets out of the drivers seat clutching a bottle of Jamiesons in his right hand. He uneasily walks around to the trunk of the car and retrieves a large item wrapped in a burlap sack. The camera catches up with him as he lets out a belch and takes a swig from his bottle.
Fallon Reeves: Well here i am in Knoxville Tennessee. The Marble City. The Heart Of The Valley. K-Town. Home to the Sunsphere and home town of such big names as Quentin Tarantino, Payton Manning, Dolly Parton and Mountain Dew. Of course this city also has became synonymous with the word 'Jackass'. Not just because Johnny Knoxville also hails from this overrated city but because every week they need to watch Jay Thunder embarrass the already tarnished name of this once thriving place. Another week passes and Jay puts another notch into his losses column and this week won't be any different.
Reeves fumbles for the cigarette nestled behind his ear and places it between his lips. He strikes a match illuminating the area around him and lights the end of his cigarette. He takes a deep draw and keeps walking down the gravel path between the plots.
Fallon Reeves: Jay Thunder likes to shoot his mouth off about lines being crossed after last week. Jay, that line you were referring to is only the starting line. Already you are rattled and we've only just begun. You refer to me as 'stupid' yet i have managed to get in your head. I have managed to get under your skin. Every facade of your physical being itches with the irritation i have caused so far and it only further highlights your weakness.
Reeves continues to walk along while talking animatedly using his hands to further drive home each point.
Fallon Reeves: You are the test subject for mind games that are at a level PCW is yet to witness. I am unique in the fact that i don't have to destroy you in the ring. I will break your spirit and your hope before you even reach Slamathon III and then i will destroy the empty shell that shows up on the night.
Fallon Reeves stops abruptly and laughs to himself as he surveys where he is standing. He dumps his sack to the ground with a dull thud and polishes off the remainder of his whisky bottle. The empty bottle is juggled in his right hand before being thrown clean across the cemetery. It disappears from sight but the sound of glass shattering is heard in the distance as it comes down to land. Down to land on someone's resting place. Someone's mother or father, a son or daughter, a best friend. Reeves has no look of remorse about his action as he turns round to the camera with a purposeful look etched across his face.
Fallon Reeves: I watched your little video earlier on Jay or maybe watched is the wrong word. I pretty much scanned it as i couldn't take the 20 minutes of your life resembling an episode of The Hills before you got to the only thing of interest you had to say. That thing being my name. After yawning my way through your recreational activities and sniggering at your private moments with the snake with tits that allows you to use her as a sperm recepticle, I finally got to what i wanted. Your response. After watching your entry into America's Dumbest Homevideos with your little table stunt. And yes Jay, that's exactly what it is, a stunt. I finally arrived at my point of interest. Your answer.
Reeves starts unwrapping the large item from the burlap sack on the ground. It's hard to make it out in the pale moonlight but when the light from the camera focuses to give us a better look, we can see him slowly unwrapping a sledgehammer.
Fallon Reeves: You seem to be under some sort of impression that i'm singling you out for no good reason when really there's a perfectly good reason staring back at you in the mirror every single morning. I'm coming after you cause i don't like you. I don't like what you stand for and i certainly don't like your style or attitude. To top that all off your just in my way. This business is for those of us who MEAN business. You are nothing but out of your depth when you are facing me and at Slamathon III, you will have no excuses other than your sorry self. You can disappear somewhere to hide your shame afterwards before PCW puts you in some straight to DVD movie after they exhaust themselves with trying to give you a chance. Then you can slowly fade into the obscurity you deserve and you can wrestle in as many gymnasiums across the country as you want. You can even go back to your beloved backyards if they will have you. But there will be no place for you in PCW other than in the annuls of history as you will always be known as my first step up the ladder. My debut match which everyone will remember as i rise sharply upwards to claim the belt that i desire. As i stand in the middle of the ring holding that championship above my head, you will be sitting at home drowning your sorrows and telling everyone about how I ended your career.
Reeves approaches two headstones and stands directly in the middle of them. He bows his head sarcastically and walks between them, running his hands over the smooth marble which marks each grave. He now grips the sledgehammer in his right hand. It hangs menacingly at his side.
Fallon Reeves: People think i have no feelings of regret or remorse Jay but truthfully i think that, in light of what will happen this coming week, i do owe a certain two people an apology of sorts. If you are watching at home Jay then I'm sure this is all starting to make sense to you and that the inner workings of the frontal lobe of your brain are going overtime. You see Jay, that is the part of the brain that influences decision making and problem solving....... oh i'm sorry are you surprised. You like to shout about how i'm a stupid drunk but you clearly need to start doing your research. My lifestyle has absolutely no baring on the intricate workings of my logic. You may be lazy but i prefer to do a little background work on my next opponent. I know everything about you. I know your moves. I know what makes you tick. I know the names, places and faces that you hold dear in your heart. I know EVERYTHING. And again that brings us full circle to here.
Fallon Reeves looks down towards the headstones protruding from the ground. There's a sickening smile on his face as he appears to address them.
Fallon Reeves: I am here tonight to send my condolences to the both of you. You are forced to have your memory pissed upon by the burden that carries your name. A coward and a choker. Someone who will never live up to any potential he contains, no matter how small, as he consistantly throws away the chances that the world gifts to him. I'm sorry he can't be more like your good friend 'The Real Deal' who only needs one chance. That chance for me is Slamathon III and this week in the United Center in Chicago Illinois I will make your son pay for being a disappointment. I will make him pay for making a mockery of a sport which i take very seriously. And i will make him pay for the actions that he has driven me to.
Reeves swings the sledgehammer down into the tombstones smashing them into pieces. Each sledgehammer hit creates a deafening crack which echos through the small serene hillside. He takes two more swings before letting the sledgehammer drop to the ground.
Fallon Reeves: This is what i'm capable of Jay. This is how far i will go. About now i reckon there's a stupid lump in your throat as you look at mommy and daddy's resting place being desecrated. Your future will suffer the same fate as the crumbling marble behind me when we meet in the ring. You call me out as fake and this is what happens. This is all reality and no matter how much you pinch yourself or clench your eyes, you will not wake up from this nightmare. At Slamathon III, you will be lying in the center of the ring listening to my music hit and my hand being raised. As the blood and remnants of your teeth slide down your oesophagus and you start to lose consciousness, you will know exactly how serious i can be. You will know exactly how vicious i can be. You will know exactly what i will do to win. But the most important thing i want you to think of is the fact that i will have proved every single word i have said about you to be true. I will have proved to everyone that i am The Real Deal and they will remember the name Fallon Reeves as the first chapter in my reign over PCW will be set in stone. I promise you Jay, there will be blood...............
Fallon Reeves lights another cigarette and starts the long walk back to his car. Behind him he leaves a trail of destruction and an example of the sick and twisted acts he is capable of. We wait with baited breath for his first in-ring appearance as the camera fades to black....
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