[JMONT] You can't STRIKE me OUT! [Call Your Shot]

[Baseball is the game evolved from older bat and ball games being played in England in the 18th century. By the 19th century, baseball was widely recognized as the national sport of the United States. The 20th century is known as the baseball century. In the 21st century, baseball finds itself in a far less privileged position as its status has dimmed due to the growth in market share of other sports like football and basketball. What does the 22nd century hold for baseball? Only time will tell, but one thing is for certain. Baseball has been like the life of JMont in the past month. All the ups & downs. The hits & misses. The wins & losses. The cheers & boos. The homeruns & the pop ups. He was on a winning streak like Joe DiMaggio, then it ended like Tom Brady and Gisele. If you haven’t been paying attention to what has been going on in the life of JMont, then you are as fuckin stupid as Jazz from The Fresh Prince.]

[The mind of JMont is always racing. Some may say Usain Bolt is the fastest runner with a 9.58 seconds in the 100m sprint, but right now, JMont has definitely beat the record with his mind running wild right now. Looking to get back on track and hit some more homeruns, JMont needs to look back on what he did wrong, and where his path to stay at the top hit a bump like on the pitcher's mound. And speaking of pitching, here comes the first pitch to JMont.]

STRIKE ONE

[JMont flashes back to the Tara Fenix Charity Event, with his PWE Impulse title on the line. And what a battle it was. It was truly a fight to the finish, but once again, a mental slip up cost him not only the match, but the Title he worked hard to win and defend. Only 1 man has ever kicked out of the JKO, and while Jason didn't kick out, he did the second best thing and reversed it to hit a mushroom stomp. JMont’s face bounced off the mat and in those few seconds, he was dazed and that was enough for Jason to get the 123. The first strike has been thrown, and here comes the next pitch.]

STRIKE TWO

[Another flashback, which takes us to the WGWF at The Velvet Rabbit in Las Vegas. The Main Event between JMont, Fred Debonair, Mac Bane & John Cable. Bragging rights and a chance to show Page & Raven who should be in line for a World Title Match. While battling everyone in this match and taking their best shots, JMont made once again, one small mental mistake which caused him to not get the pinfall and be declared the winner. Sure JMont did not get pinned, but also he did not get his hand raised. JMont decided it was better to go outside the ring and battle it out with Mac. He let his emotions get the better of him because of the history that himself and Mac have been building up. And before you know it, you see Fred in the ring, making the cover while JMont goes into the guardrail. Another chance was blown just like a fastball blowing by him in the batter's box.]

[And that next pitch is coming, but everyone will have to stay tuned to see what happens. Will JMont hit it out of the park? Will he strike out? Will he pop out? Shit, maybe hit by the pitch. But the bat is in his hands and he controls his own destiny with the next pitch. And that will be at Victory XVII with the Call your Shot Match against Maladi.]

[JMont, when he is home, is usually on his phone, talking and laughing and being loud. Or playing the PS5 with his boys and working out everyday to keep the great physique he has for a 42 year old man. But right now, none of that is going on. You can see him laying on the couch, looking like he hasn't shaved for days and wearing a mismatched outfit. Shit, even his ankle socks are mismatched with one being blue and another being white. Sure he is a Michigan Wolverines fan, but pretty sure that wasn't the intent here. The TV is not even on. His cell phone is laying on the coffee table. You can hear all the alerts going off. Emails, text messages, ESPN alerts and a few missed phone calls. Finally, someone has had enough of this and here comes Mia from around the corner. Once again, Baby GMont in her arms as always.]

Mia: Whoopty fuckin doo. You lost one of your titles and a chance for a world title match in another fed. Shit happens. Maybe you will finally learn to slow down and think things through before you act.

[JMont looks up at Mia, and just makes a face at her. A face of “You dont know what the fuck you are talking about.”]

Mia: If you're going to act like a little bitch and mope around here, then maybe I'll find a babysitter for Baby GMont and go to The Hunk O Mania Male Strip Club. At least there, the men will be positive and want to show me some attention. Maybe I'll even get a private VIP Dance. You never know what could happen in there when a man is dancing on me in a G string.

[If you didn't think JMont’s mind before was racing faster than Usain Bolt, you're in for a treat. JMont shot up off that couch like a pitbull chasing the mailman. Looking directly at Mia now, who fired the shot at JMont.]

JMont: If you think for one second I'm going to let you embarrass me like that, you got another thing coming. And mentioning all of this around OUR little baby girl? What kind of mother does that make you?

Mia: She’s not even 6 months old. Call it a hunch, but I don’t think she’s going to remember this. Besides, I am sure, Voo has said things around her kids & they have turned out just fine. [She paused for a moment.] For now.

[Baby GMont, who is still in the arms of Mia currently smiles at JMont & reaches one of her arms towards him with a dimple showing.]

JMont: Daddy’s little girl. Let me get my daughter.

Mia: Your daughter? [Mia arched her brow.] Don’t you mean our daughter?

JMont: Yes OUR daughter, but right now she wants me cause she can tell just like me, you're getting an attitude.

Mia: I’m getting an attitude? I wonder why? [She handed GMont over to Joe & placed her hands on her hip.] I’m not the one who’s had an attitude since he lost that damned title. I mean, look at you, your socks don’t even match. It’s like that little piece of gold makes you or breaks you.

JMont: [Gives Baby GMont a kiss on her cheek as he looks at Mia.] I'm out here providing & busting my ass for this family. Day in & day out. Yes, that title meant a lot to me because I am the face of the PWE, but now it's gone. All this shit running through my mind and you're supposed to be the one, when I come home to show your love & support. But instead, all you wanna do is throw things in my face. And by the way, my socks don't match because you did the laundry & put these together.

Mia: Don’t you have enough ass kissers? Don’t you want the one person who LOVES you to be the one to tell you what you NEED to hear & not what you WANT to hear? [She shrugged her shoulders.] Then again, maybe that’s what you want? A Stepford wife… a robot to smile & say & do everything that you want me to do.

JMont: [Looks at Baby GMont, then back at Mia.] You knew what you signed up for. You knew this was going to be a ride. You know I'm one of the most loved & hated men at the same damn time. You know everyone is going to try to jeopardize anything good in my life. Prime Example is Atara Themis. [Just shakes his head at the thought of what Atara has done to him.] You know what?

Mia: Please. Tell me what?

JMont: Are you jealous of me?

Mia: You’ve got to be kidding me.

JMont: There is a smell in here & it's not Baby GMont’s diaper. I smell Jelly! Is someone Jelly?

Mia: That’s your upper lip you’re smelling. [She chuckled and shook her head.] I am not jealous of you. Maybe I miss you & the time we used to spend with each other when I was pregnant, but jealous, hardly.

JMont: [Tries to cover up Baby GMont’s ears.] If my upper lip has any smell, it's because it was near your…….nevermind. Not the point right now. Deep down, I got this feeling your happy i lost my PWE Impulse Title. Actually, I think it was your plan all along. From booking me a flight to sitting in the last row next to the shitter, to my hotel accommodations where I had to sleep on a twin bed with no WIFI. And to top it off, you let Charlie Jones use my private jet without asking me. Seems to me that something is fishy here & it's for once not Sahara’s private parts.

Mia: The way you were just talking, it was my private parts. [She crosses her arms over her chest.] Might be a cold day in hell before you get my private parts again. You know what.. Maybe we should rethink December 9th?

JMont: Sounds like you are trying to copy what I have going on right now. You know I have a big show with the PWE next week called “Call Your Shot.” And it sounds like you are trying to call yours right now.

Mia: It is what it is.

JMont: [He gives a kiss to Baby GMont, and she can tell that she is leaving her daddy. Gripping his shirt, she doesn't want to go.] At least one girl in my life is fighting for me.

Mia: I am fighting for you, Joe. [She sighs.] You just don’t see it.

JMont: I need to go for a walk & blow off some steam. Can you please hold Baby GMont for me? And later on, I'll watch her so you can get some rest.

Mia: Sounds good. At least we know how to co-parent right.

[JMont slowly hands over Baby GMont to Mia. Sad he is letting her go, but he truly needs this time to himself to go over a few things in his head. He leans over to give Mia a kiss on the lips, but she moves to the side and gets her cheek.]

JMont: REALLY?

Mia: Remember… my private parts smell. [She stuck her tongue out at him.]

JMont: I guess on my walk, I can stop at the store & get you some Vagisil Odor Block Daily.

[Mia with a disgusted look on her face as she cannot believe JMont just said that to her.]

Mia: If you need me, I will be at Austin & Toddy’s house as they wanted to see Baby GMont and have a gift for her too.

JMont: Tell them I said……

[Before JMont could say another word, faster than his mind has been running. Faster than a Randy Johnson fastball, Mia is out the door. Slammed shut, leaving JMont standing there alone like a kid who got dumped on prom night. JMont looks around & cannot believe everything that is happening right now.]

JMont: Well, as Michelle Tanner would say from Full House. Pin a rose on my nose. Shit, I cannot believe Mia just did that. I guess I had that coming to me, but that is going to be the last door that is slammed on me. Maybe these are all signs of a wake up call I need. From Mia to Jason Long. It’s time to FOCUS on the mission at hand.

[JMont scratches his head for a moment because as he focuses on the mission at hand, he cannot believe somethings about it.]

JMont: I know Charlie Jones is out to prove that she has a set of BALLS bigger than Texas but fucking with me is the last thing she really needs to do. I am on a mission now & is starts with someone i never fuckin heard of. I know this is a way for Charlie to try to play mind games with me, but that's another area she doesn't want to get involved with in regards to me. There is a reason I'm called Twizted Thoughtz. But, it's all good. I’ll play the game, but it's one where I'm going to knock it out of the park.

[Sounds like the swinging is about to happen.]

JMont: Call Your Shot as they like to say. And, if that is what you want, then that is what you are going to get. I cannot believe Charlie and the PWE have the audacity to put the former Impulse Champion & the man who carried this company on his back with LCP since the re-opening in the middle of the card. And against someone with one name. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is?

SEAL?

JMont: Ok, i know her name is Maladi but what right does she have in the ring with JMont? This is like David versus Goliath. Randy Johnson versus an AA hitter. Steph Curry in a 3 point contest versus Steve Urkel. It’s like Brandon Walsh versus Steve Sanders as to who can get the lady. Point is, there is no reason this girl should be face to face with JMont in the ring. I know I passed up my Impulse Championship rematch with Jason Long to take part in this Call your Shot tournament & I have my reasons for it. I was expecting to go up against some of the best of the best from other promotions, but instead have to go up against someone who reminds me of Joey from Dawson's Creek. How am I not supposed to sit back & just laugh and know that I'm advancing to the next round of this? Charlie is going to hate her life when this is all said & done because, when I win it. I'm calling the SHOTS and Allen Chaney better be ready for Part 2.

[Looking ahead? Quite possibly, but when you are as good as JMont & have overcome odds your whole life & bet on yourself, this is what you do.]

JMont: And fair warning to Maladi. If i hear that fuckin Britney Spears song “TOXIC”, she is going to get a JKO so bad, that is sends her all the to the Malibu Rehabilitation Treatment Faciity where Britney was. Then while you're rotting away & your so-called EVIL spirits leave you, you can read up & watch about JMont and how I RUN things in the wrestling industry.

[For some odd reason now, JMont has a taste for SMOOTHIE King.]

JMont: Maybe I'll go with the Peanut Power Plus Chocolate this time around. After I finish that, maybe I can start to work on some more cardio. Practice some running knees & skull kicks. And as I think about some moves, if this bitch even thinks for one minute I'm going to let her USE the GRASSCUTTER, she has another thing coming. Stealing from me is like a death sentence. I have used that move for over 20 years in the business & just for you, I'm going to make sure you feel it not just once, but twice. Nah, fuck that. You're going to get it 3 times, just like 3 strikes. Then, maybe you will learn to come up with your own shit.

[It’s a game being played it seems, and with 2 strikes on JMont, can he hit this one to win it, or will he falter like Joey Gallo and strike out?]

JMont: You can try all your air tricks, but you're going to get grounded. Like I said, I don't know much about you & don't give two shits about you. I know what I need to know & that is going to be enough to get the job done & move on. You're just in the way from me completing my mission. The Game has started & I'm ready to make sure it's a BIG HIT!

[JMont with that evil grin on his face that everyone knows very well, looks around and then proceeds to leave the room. On the way out, you can hear his voice & it leaves you with the chills.]

THERE WILL BE NO STRIKE THREE!!!