Chapter 31
Note- I wanted to do something a little different with this chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
It was the day of the war games. Jake laid awake in bed. The events leading up this day running though his mind. He had to wonder how different things might be if he had turned Jeff down and just made a normal comeback. He also wondered if his knee could hold up. His knee had taken such a beating over the years he knew it would be his undoing one day. "Just not today," Jake thought.
"Yes Mr. Morgan this is you 7:15 wake up call." "Thanks," Matt says as he gets up. Matt walks into the bath room and takes a shower. "Biggest day of my career. I need to be on full blast tonight," Matt thought as he got dressed.
Jeff Jarrett watched his three young daughters eating there breakfast. It had been a long career for the King of the Mountain. He had spilled sweat and blood all over world. He had worked with every big star in the last twenty years. Now here he was with four guys that would be the next big stars.
AJ Styles didn't want to wake up for two reasons. One it was a rare day he didn't have to worry about two little boys trying to be like there father by hitting there own moves on him to start the day and two once he got up he would actually have to get ready for a match that if he lost there would be no going back. "I got to get up," AJ finally says as he throws off the covers.
Samoa Joe had already finished his morning workout. He had a lot of pent up anger over this war. For Joe it wasn't about winning it was about drawing blood. "Sting is wrong is wrong I do respect what they have done but I fight my way no one tells me how to fight," Joe says.
Sting was finishing shaving in his hotel room. He ran his index finger over his soul patch. "Are you ever going to get rid of that thing?" His wife asks. "Maybe, I need to get going I need to meet with the guys," Sting says. "Steve be careful," his wife says. "I'll be fine," he says.
In the elevator Sting said a silent prayer. "Dear Lord give the strength I need to get through this day and my you love comfort my family as I under take this dangerous task. Amen."
Jake and Traci were eating left over Pizza for breakfast a small tradition they had for luck before a big match. "We are some pair huh? Me with this injured arm to Kurt and you with that injured leg thanks to Sting to bad hospitals don't do two for one deals," Traci says. "What?" Jake asks between bites. "Jake I swear you don't eat food you inhale it," Traci says. "Oh your one to talk. Oh do you I have to remind of about what happened at the Nebraska game on my birthday when we took to Omaha to meet my folks," Jake says.
"That is your fault I only choked because I thought you went to the bathroom next thing I see you in the end zone chest bumping the running back," Traci says. "I did go to the bath room that's when someone recognized me and got me onto the field. And the guy set a school record on the TD I had to chest bump him it's man law," Jake says.
Traci starts to laugh. "See that is why you have to write a book because even people that don't know who you are would enjoy you humor," Traci says. "Yeah but I have no focus it would be the shortest book since The List of Halfway Decent John Cena matches and that is only word shorter than the Key to Anger Management by Samoa Joe," Jake says. Traci stats to laugh again.
The ring crew was putting the finish touches on the war games cage. Booker T happened to be walking by the ring. He reached out and touched the chain link. "This is pretty gritty one good Irish Whip could tear thee flesh," he thought. Booker made his way to the locker room.
Kurt was waiting for his driver to take him to the gym. "Your going down tonight Angle," A fan yelled as he passed him by. Kurt had learned to ignore them. Most people would say something but only one idiot had ever tried something. It was some drunk guy years ago before he stared shaving his head. But Kurt had showed him after that no one messed with Kurt Angle. "Except for these idiots I have to beat tonight."
Kevin Nash was never one to be stressed for very long even before a big match. Hell here he was still in his bath rope reading the paper at noon on the day of what most felt was the biggest match in TNA history. "Why stress out it burns energy and I need plenty of that when I power bomb Joe and Reed into oblivion.
Jake and AJ had reached the building at the same time usually they would talk but there was a silence between the two men. Reaching the locker room they sat down to wait. "Same feeling I had before my first match," Jake says. "Reminds me more of the feeling I had before the first TNA show. Man we were all so nervous. We just wanted the company to get going," AJ says. "You know this is only major company that actually lasted since WCW died," Jake says.
"It and it's going to keep lasting," Jeff says walking in the room followed by Joe and Morgan. Joe being all business asks, "Reed how's the leg?" "Nothing a cortisone shot won't help long enough to take out Angle," Jake says.
It just about main event time Jake and his team were about to head to interview area. As the exited the locker room stood up and gave them a standing ovation. Jake had to stop at the trainer's room to get his shot. He figured this would give him enough time to have it start working but not be wearing off in the later stages of the match. About four minutes later Jake walked out of the office. Traci was waiting for him.
The couple shared a kiss. "You know I started a very strange journey when I came back to TNA. But as long as I have you it's worth it," Jake says. "Break a leg," Traci says. "Yeah Angle's," Jake says as they kiss again.