Post by Jayson Matthews on Jan 28, 2010 17:02:24 GMT -6
DING
DONG!
Mandi Matthews walks through a hallway and stops at the front door of her and Steve Awesome’s house. She turns the knob and opens the door to find….The Motor City Mafia! She smiles at her baby brother Jayson Matthews, dressed in a spider pig t-shirt, red and black plaid shorts and his hair gelled into the pimp classic the fro hawk!…..shut up it is a pimp classic.
“OH EM GEE!!!! It’s so great to see you bro!”
“Thanks for inviting us to stay with you for awhile sis. It’s definitely better then those hotels we’ve been staying at.”
She nods her head and steps to the side and moving her arm towards the inside. Gesturing them to come inside.
“Well this is my place now and my place is your place.”
Johnny steps inside next wearing a pair of jeans, a Pantera t-shirt and a leather jacket.
“So what happened with lover boy?”
She smiles and leads them down the hall into the living room area.
“I kicked him to the curb. I finally got tired of his crap, so I kicked him out last week. Now he’s off somewhere doing God only knows what and I’m here with the run of the place. Smart right?”
Jayson steps forward and gives his older sister a high five.
“Awh snapz! Sistah comin through with the SEXCELLENT crib-age.”
Mandi and Johnny just stare at the him.
“What? Sexcellent. It’s a word. People say it……”
Jayson stares back at them awkwardly.
“…..whatever. I’m going to go look through Steve’s crap and see if I can find anything embarrassing.”
Jayson runs off through the house leaving Johnny and Mandi alone in the front room. Johnny tosses the duffel bags onto the couch.
“Well um….there’s the remote on the table there. If you want something to drink or eat….there’s the kitchen and-”
“You did a good thing girl.”
Johnny cuts her off with a rare compliment, she seems a little confused at first as to what he’s actually referring too.
“You don’t deserve the crap he put you through. Your smart, and beautiful and if some pretty boy can’t see he had the jackpot sitting at home then good riddance.”
She smiles at the compliments.
“Thanks.”
“If you were still with me….I wouldn’t have messed around on ya.”
The smile fades away.
“Don’t do this right now Johnny. I may have this happy go lucky front put up firmly in place, but underneath it…I’m still a little broken up about leaving him. So can we not bring this up right now? Please?”
Johnny nods his head and turns back toward the TV. It remains a little awkwardly silent for a bit until Jayson comes running back in the room holding a large book in his hands.
“Dude! Steve Awesome likes Twilight!”
Fade on “New Moon”.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Johnny Rotten stands in front of a window, his hard stare gazes out of it and he passes the time by cracking each knuckle with the thumb from the opposite hand.
“Dude?”
Johnny’s head turns from the window toward the direction of the voice. It was Jayson, standing in front of the door.
“Sup kid?”
Johnny says, he grabs a beer near by and takes a sip.
“So I…..watched Dirty Deal’s latest promo.”
Johnny rolls his eyes at the thought. He tended to stay away from those, mainly because he never quite knew what was going on.
“Yeah? How’d that go?”
Jayson sighs as he walks further into the room.
“Well, even though I generally had no idea what the heck was going on……I picked up enough threats to realize that This Sunday night is going to hurt….”
He gulps.
“….a lot.”
This actually brings a grin to the hard face of Johnny Rotten. He tugs on his epic beard a bit as he laughs.
“Yeah. Them Dirty Deal boys may be unintelligent and nasty lookin….but I’ll be damned if they can’t fight.”
He takes a pull from his bottle of Pabst.
“Yeah, they prolly gonna kick the hell out of us…..but that don’t mean we can’t win.”
Jayson lowers his head and sighs.
“I was afraid of that. Especially when it’s Falls Count Anywhere. I mean a regular tag team match is one thing….im a small dude so I’v taken my fair share of bumps and slams from guys have my size. But this match it’s Falls Count effing Anywhere dude! We can anywhere…get hit by anything….thrown through whatever…..Ron Gibson said he was going to pin us on top of a fat pregnant lady for crying out loud!”
Johnny laughs out loud.
“HA! That boy got a weird idea of a threesome that’s fer sure.”
Jayson just ignores the joke and delves deeper into his nervous twitch.
“Seriously dude….I want to be tag team champs and everything…..but I didn’t think I’d have to fight two overly aggressive, fat, socially backward retards in all of the greater Los Angeles area just to get them.”
He plops down on the bed and buries his head into his palms.
“Whose idea was it to make this match falls count anywhere anyway?”
“Mine.”
“I bet Chris Diamond did it. H’s always making crazy matches and…..HUWHAHHHHHHHH?!?!?”
Jayson shoots up from the edge of the bed and walks closer to Johnny, pointing at him the whole time.
“You did this? You went and asked for this match to be falls count anywhere? Why? Why in the name of Mark Evil would you do that?”
Johnny hawks a loogey out the window.
“Cuz I wanna beat the hell out of them jiggly fools.”
“Yeah, well see that’s the thing. YOU probably can! Your like six foot seven and three hundred pounds….me….I’m like a baby midget compared to you three. Curtis might kill me, have me stuffed and give me to his kid to use as a action figure. Ron might do the same except he’d skin me alive and wear my skin as an over coat because he seems like he does that sort of thing in his spare time. So yeah that’s cool….you’ll be tag team champions….and I’ll be a skinless action figure for a young Mexican kid. Sounds great to me.”
Johnny slaps him.
“OW! What did you do that for?”
“You were rambling.”
“I was done!”
Jayson rubs his cheek and glares at his partner.
“Oh. Well still get a hold of yourself man. Look…..Dirty Deal ain’t killin nothing alright? This past month, we have done nothing but lose sight of our matches and fight with Ron and Curtis and I’m sick of it! They jumped us….put us out a action fer a week and then jumped us again and now it’s time we setlle this once and fer all. That ring ain’t gonna hold us fer long. I don’t want no DQ’s, no count outs, no nothing. If they run, I’ma follow em….even if the leave the staples center. Even if I gotta follow that stench all the way to damn Seattle if I have too….but them Dirty Deal boys is going down!”
Jayson nods his head, he still seemed a little worried but decided he’d throw caution to since Dirty Deal did all those things to him too.
“Okay…well…wether I think it’s a good idea or not…I guess I’m with you partner. But…what if they knock me unconscious in like the first five minutes?”
Johnny chuckles.
“Well then im using you as a weapon.”
Fade.
DONG!
Mandi Matthews walks through a hallway and stops at the front door of her and Steve Awesome’s house. She turns the knob and opens the door to find….The Motor City Mafia! She smiles at her baby brother Jayson Matthews, dressed in a spider pig t-shirt, red and black plaid shorts and his hair gelled into the pimp classic the fro hawk!…..shut up it is a pimp classic.
“OH EM GEE!!!! It’s so great to see you bro!”
“Thanks for inviting us to stay with you for awhile sis. It’s definitely better then those hotels we’ve been staying at.”
She nods her head and steps to the side and moving her arm towards the inside. Gesturing them to come inside.
“Well this is my place now and my place is your place.”
Johnny steps inside next wearing a pair of jeans, a Pantera t-shirt and a leather jacket.
“So what happened with lover boy?”
She smiles and leads them down the hall into the living room area.
“I kicked him to the curb. I finally got tired of his crap, so I kicked him out last week. Now he’s off somewhere doing God only knows what and I’m here with the run of the place. Smart right?”
Jayson steps forward and gives his older sister a high five.
“Awh snapz! Sistah comin through with the SEXCELLENT crib-age.”
Mandi and Johnny just stare at the him.
“What? Sexcellent. It’s a word. People say it……”
Jayson stares back at them awkwardly.
“…..whatever. I’m going to go look through Steve’s crap and see if I can find anything embarrassing.”
Jayson runs off through the house leaving Johnny and Mandi alone in the front room. Johnny tosses the duffel bags onto the couch.
“Well um….there’s the remote on the table there. If you want something to drink or eat….there’s the kitchen and-”
“You did a good thing girl.”
Johnny cuts her off with a rare compliment, she seems a little confused at first as to what he’s actually referring too.
“You don’t deserve the crap he put you through. Your smart, and beautiful and if some pretty boy can’t see he had the jackpot sitting at home then good riddance.”
She smiles at the compliments.
“Thanks.”
“If you were still with me….I wouldn’t have messed around on ya.”
The smile fades away.
“Don’t do this right now Johnny. I may have this happy go lucky front put up firmly in place, but underneath it…I’m still a little broken up about leaving him. So can we not bring this up right now? Please?”
Johnny nods his head and turns back toward the TV. It remains a little awkwardly silent for a bit until Jayson comes running back in the room holding a large book in his hands.
“Dude! Steve Awesome likes Twilight!”
Fade on “New Moon”.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Johnny Rotten stands in front of a window, his hard stare gazes out of it and he passes the time by cracking each knuckle with the thumb from the opposite hand.
“Dude?”
Johnny’s head turns from the window toward the direction of the voice. It was Jayson, standing in front of the door.
“Sup kid?”
Johnny says, he grabs a beer near by and takes a sip.
“So I…..watched Dirty Deal’s latest promo.”
Johnny rolls his eyes at the thought. He tended to stay away from those, mainly because he never quite knew what was going on.
“Yeah? How’d that go?”
Jayson sighs as he walks further into the room.
“Well, even though I generally had no idea what the heck was going on……I picked up enough threats to realize that This Sunday night is going to hurt….”
He gulps.
“….a lot.”
This actually brings a grin to the hard face of Johnny Rotten. He tugs on his epic beard a bit as he laughs.
“Yeah. Them Dirty Deal boys may be unintelligent and nasty lookin….but I’ll be damned if they can’t fight.”
He takes a pull from his bottle of Pabst.
“Yeah, they prolly gonna kick the hell out of us…..but that don’t mean we can’t win.”
Jayson lowers his head and sighs.
“I was afraid of that. Especially when it’s Falls Count Anywhere. I mean a regular tag team match is one thing….im a small dude so I’v taken my fair share of bumps and slams from guys have my size. But this match it’s Falls Count effing Anywhere dude! We can anywhere…get hit by anything….thrown through whatever…..Ron Gibson said he was going to pin us on top of a fat pregnant lady for crying out loud!”
Johnny laughs out loud.
“HA! That boy got a weird idea of a threesome that’s fer sure.”
Jayson just ignores the joke and delves deeper into his nervous twitch.
“Seriously dude….I want to be tag team champs and everything…..but I didn’t think I’d have to fight two overly aggressive, fat, socially backward retards in all of the greater Los Angeles area just to get them.”
He plops down on the bed and buries his head into his palms.
“Whose idea was it to make this match falls count anywhere anyway?”
“Mine.”
“I bet Chris Diamond did it. H’s always making crazy matches and…..HUWHAHHHHHHHH?!?!?”
Jayson shoots up from the edge of the bed and walks closer to Johnny, pointing at him the whole time.
“You did this? You went and asked for this match to be falls count anywhere? Why? Why in the name of Mark Evil would you do that?”
Johnny hawks a loogey out the window.
“Cuz I wanna beat the hell out of them jiggly fools.”
“Yeah, well see that’s the thing. YOU probably can! Your like six foot seven and three hundred pounds….me….I’m like a baby midget compared to you three. Curtis might kill me, have me stuffed and give me to his kid to use as a action figure. Ron might do the same except he’d skin me alive and wear my skin as an over coat because he seems like he does that sort of thing in his spare time. So yeah that’s cool….you’ll be tag team champions….and I’ll be a skinless action figure for a young Mexican kid. Sounds great to me.”
Johnny slaps him.
“OW! What did you do that for?”
“You were rambling.”
“I was done!”
Jayson rubs his cheek and glares at his partner.
“Oh. Well still get a hold of yourself man. Look…..Dirty Deal ain’t killin nothing alright? This past month, we have done nothing but lose sight of our matches and fight with Ron and Curtis and I’m sick of it! They jumped us….put us out a action fer a week and then jumped us again and now it’s time we setlle this once and fer all. That ring ain’t gonna hold us fer long. I don’t want no DQ’s, no count outs, no nothing. If they run, I’ma follow em….even if the leave the staples center. Even if I gotta follow that stench all the way to damn Seattle if I have too….but them Dirty Deal boys is going down!”
Jayson nods his head, he still seemed a little worried but decided he’d throw caution to since Dirty Deal did all those things to him too.
“Okay…well…wether I think it’s a good idea or not…I guess I’m with you partner. But…what if they knock me unconscious in like the first five minutes?”
Johnny chuckles.
“Well then im using you as a weapon.”
Fade.