Post by JFK on Jul 10, 2010 0:55:55 GMT -6
We open up in the office of the owner of nCw, Lenord Fox. How do we know this? Because he's sitting at the desk idiot. Along with him sitting on a couch on the far wall is Drake Tyson, they seem to be in mid conversation.
Fox: That's what she said.
Just then the door slams open and in walks JFK.
JFK: Really Fox? Really? Joe Everyman!? AGAIN!? How many times do I have to whoop his ass? Do you REALLY hate that guy that much to keep putting him in the ring with me, especially with the type of mood I've been in lately!?
Fox looks confused for a second as Drake Tyson stands up. JFK hasnt even once looked in his direction.
Tyson: Actually that would be my doing James.
JFK slowly turns his head, and looks Drake Tyson up and down, his face read's "who the **** are you"
Tyson: I'm sorry, I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Drake Tyson. Executive Assistant to the CEO.
JFK: Executive Ass more like it.
Drake's eyebrows frown but he still extends his hand to JFK for a shake. JFK just looks down at the hand then back up.
JFK: JFK, you can call me...JFK. Only my friends and family call me James, and you...are neither. So why Joe and his pet gorilla?
Drake grins.
Tyson: Well, I figured you needed an easy win, a match to get you and Doc back onto the win column, seeing as the two of you haven't carrying your weight.
JFK's jaw grinds a bit as his eyebrows narrow.
Tyson: And what better way to get back to your winning form than against a man you should have no issue defeating right? I do you and Doc a favor, to quote your good friend Charlie, you can thank me later.
Drake grins wide as JFK steps right into his face.
JFK: First off you hillbilly backwoods redneck son of a bitch. ****. You. AND the horse you rode in on. Second off, nice hat, you look like you have an ass on your head, actually you know what? From here on out, you are now to be known as, Mr. Asshat. Thirdly, I don't need or for that matter want your help. You want to do some good around here, why don't you get me and Doc into some title matches, so we can get the gold we so richly deserve. And don't tell me I haven't been pulling my weight, I've been covering everyone else's back so *** damn much I haven't had TIME to concentrate on my own matches, maybe if I didn't have to keep pulling your "chosen one" your "Face of the Franchise" out of the fire all the damn time I'd have a few wins under my belt.
Fox: Now hold on, before tempers get out of control lets look at the situation like this. You and Doc both now have an opportunity to showcase what you two can do, and set the bar for the rest of the weekend for others to follow. And if you do...I'm sorry, WHEN you win this weekend, we will discuss you two getting some title matches OK?
JFK turns his head slowly to the old man.
JFK: Me and Doc will set the bar all right, and when we do, when we DESTORY Everyman and his pet chimp, we better get the title matches we deserve, it doesn't matter what belts you give us a shot at, by the end of the Summer both me and Doc WILL be wearing gold, with...or WITH OUT your help. Good day Mr. Fox.
JFK turns to Drake, looks him up and down once more.
JFK: Suck an egg, Mr. Asshat.
And with that he exits the office, slamming the door behind him, as he marches down the hall way he bumps into Charlie Velez, the current nCw National Champion.
Charlie: Hey James, Fox in his office?
JFK walks right up to Charlie, his face is scowling.
JFK: Ever since we've joined the Front Office Charlie, we've done nothing but watch Steve's back. They've done NOTHING for us, while we've been doing all the grunt work, this isn't what we signed up for Charlie, this ISNT want the Young Guns were meant to be. They NEED us, we don't NEED them. I'll continue to play nice...for now Charlie, but if things keep going the way they are going, I'm going to start getting violent. And that won't be good...for anyone..
With that JFK continues on his way down the hallway, he stops and turns around.
JFK: And to answer your question, yes, Fox and Mr. Asshat are in their office.
JFK turns the corner and walks off as Charlie looks confused.
Charlie: Who's Mr. Asshat?
~FIN~
Man it's good to be a Heat fan right now. Chris Bosh, D.Wade. Lebron James. It doesn't even matter who else the put around them, that team. It's a lock to win the NBA title. AND there is talks that they are getting Mike Miller AND Derek Fisher!? Over. Period. Now, while I do feel bad for my friends from Cleveland, Shiyen, Price's family. Even my brother.
But.
I feel damn good about MY home town right now.
And it's funny too, how all these people are hating LBJ right now, how they are hating Pat Riley for masterminding all this. It's the same hate they showed us, the Young Gun's, when we first formed, and even more so when we joined forces with the Front Office. People didn't get it. People HATED to see 4 massive ego's be able to put that bull**** to the side and come together as a collective. That's what the Young Guns did, this is what we do. We are four men who know nothing more than winning. Even in losing we win. And people HATE us for it.
Continue to hate. Continue to boo me. See how it effects me, see how I ignore it, because down the road, when you finally realize WHY we are doing what we are doing, you will finally get it, and it's YOU who will feel like the asshole. Not me. I'll be grinning, laughing, telling you "I told you so." But really, enough about me let's talk about this tag match I have this weekend shall we?
What more can I say about Joe Everyman that hasn't been said before?
He suck's more dick than Seth Evans at a gay bar.
His wife has a HUGE collection of photoshoped JFK nude pictures. (Darlin', just ask my wife for some real ones, I'm sure she'd share with you.)
He has about the same odds of winning the World Championship as the Nets do winning the NBA Title.
He kinda smells like a mix of mango's and watermelon.
And he's a *** damn ****ing idiot.
Enough of the jokes, you really are an idiot Joe. And I'll tell you why. A month ago I offered you a chance to become the first GIT. A gun in training, I offered you a chance to come under my wing and be guided by one of the best in the business. I even so much as went to offer you a change to make a run for the tag titles, this was all behind closed doors of course, I couldn't let people see me talking to you BEFORE I was able to mold you into a champion. But you turned me down, actually, you didn't turn me down, you said make me an offer...I MADE you an offer Joe, you were just to *** damn DUMB to see it. And now...now you are trying to make a run with that...thing. I don't even know what to call him, he sure as **** ain't human, he's got no ****ing neck for crying out loud. He looks like a shaved gorilla.
Have we had his DNA tested to make sure he wasn't the first talking Ape in existence?
Myers, I really don't know **** about you, and I really don't care. I can already tell by just looking at you that you won't amount to much. Sure, you got the body, you got the size, but you lack one important thing you need to survive in this business.
A brain.
I think it's the one muscle you forgot to work out. And I'm sure, you can bench press 3 of me with ease, but can you shake me off once I get a lock on to your arm with the NSP and tear your ligaments and joints straight from the bone? It doesn't matter how big you are Myers, everyone's bones can break if you apply the right amount of pressure with the proper leverage. Your just another roid up FREAK who thinks' he can hang in this business with the true talents.
You're not in my league boy, hell, you ain't even playing the same SPORT.
I hope you boy's are prepared for the ass whooping you're going to get this weekend, because you're stepping into the ring with arguably the two most hungry men in nCw right now, and to us, you're prime rib. You're a two slabs of uncooked beef, and we are a pair of wild dog's ready to pounce, we are going to eat you alive boy's, and there ain't a *** damn thing you can do about it.
JFK has spoken.
Fox: That's what she said.
Just then the door slams open and in walks JFK.
JFK: Really Fox? Really? Joe Everyman!? AGAIN!? How many times do I have to whoop his ass? Do you REALLY hate that guy that much to keep putting him in the ring with me, especially with the type of mood I've been in lately!?
Fox looks confused for a second as Drake Tyson stands up. JFK hasnt even once looked in his direction.
Tyson: Actually that would be my doing James.
JFK slowly turns his head, and looks Drake Tyson up and down, his face read's "who the **** are you"
Tyson: I'm sorry, I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Drake Tyson. Executive Assistant to the CEO.
JFK: Executive Ass more like it.
Drake's eyebrows frown but he still extends his hand to JFK for a shake. JFK just looks down at the hand then back up.
JFK: JFK, you can call me...JFK. Only my friends and family call me James, and you...are neither. So why Joe and his pet gorilla?
Drake grins.
Tyson: Well, I figured you needed an easy win, a match to get you and Doc back onto the win column, seeing as the two of you haven't carrying your weight.
JFK's jaw grinds a bit as his eyebrows narrow.
Tyson: And what better way to get back to your winning form than against a man you should have no issue defeating right? I do you and Doc a favor, to quote your good friend Charlie, you can thank me later.
Drake grins wide as JFK steps right into his face.
JFK: First off you hillbilly backwoods redneck son of a bitch. ****. You. AND the horse you rode in on. Second off, nice hat, you look like you have an ass on your head, actually you know what? From here on out, you are now to be known as, Mr. Asshat. Thirdly, I don't need or for that matter want your help. You want to do some good around here, why don't you get me and Doc into some title matches, so we can get the gold we so richly deserve. And don't tell me I haven't been pulling my weight, I've been covering everyone else's back so *** damn much I haven't had TIME to concentrate on my own matches, maybe if I didn't have to keep pulling your "chosen one" your "Face of the Franchise" out of the fire all the damn time I'd have a few wins under my belt.
Fox: Now hold on, before tempers get out of control lets look at the situation like this. You and Doc both now have an opportunity to showcase what you two can do, and set the bar for the rest of the weekend for others to follow. And if you do...I'm sorry, WHEN you win this weekend, we will discuss you two getting some title matches OK?
JFK turns his head slowly to the old man.
JFK: Me and Doc will set the bar all right, and when we do, when we DESTORY Everyman and his pet chimp, we better get the title matches we deserve, it doesn't matter what belts you give us a shot at, by the end of the Summer both me and Doc WILL be wearing gold, with...or WITH OUT your help. Good day Mr. Fox.
JFK turns to Drake, looks him up and down once more.
JFK: Suck an egg, Mr. Asshat.
And with that he exits the office, slamming the door behind him, as he marches down the hall way he bumps into Charlie Velez, the current nCw National Champion.
Charlie: Hey James, Fox in his office?
JFK walks right up to Charlie, his face is scowling.
JFK: Ever since we've joined the Front Office Charlie, we've done nothing but watch Steve's back. They've done NOTHING for us, while we've been doing all the grunt work, this isn't what we signed up for Charlie, this ISNT want the Young Guns were meant to be. They NEED us, we don't NEED them. I'll continue to play nice...for now Charlie, but if things keep going the way they are going, I'm going to start getting violent. And that won't be good...for anyone..
With that JFK continues on his way down the hallway, he stops and turns around.
JFK: And to answer your question, yes, Fox and Mr. Asshat are in their office.
JFK turns the corner and walks off as Charlie looks confused.
Charlie: Who's Mr. Asshat?
~FIN~
Man it's good to be a Heat fan right now. Chris Bosh, D.Wade. Lebron James. It doesn't even matter who else the put around them, that team. It's a lock to win the NBA title. AND there is talks that they are getting Mike Miller AND Derek Fisher!? Over. Period. Now, while I do feel bad for my friends from Cleveland, Shiyen, Price's family. Even my brother.
But.
I feel damn good about MY home town right now.
And it's funny too, how all these people are hating LBJ right now, how they are hating Pat Riley for masterminding all this. It's the same hate they showed us, the Young Gun's, when we first formed, and even more so when we joined forces with the Front Office. People didn't get it. People HATED to see 4 massive ego's be able to put that bull**** to the side and come together as a collective. That's what the Young Guns did, this is what we do. We are four men who know nothing more than winning. Even in losing we win. And people HATE us for it.
Continue to hate. Continue to boo me. See how it effects me, see how I ignore it, because down the road, when you finally realize WHY we are doing what we are doing, you will finally get it, and it's YOU who will feel like the asshole. Not me. I'll be grinning, laughing, telling you "I told you so." But really, enough about me let's talk about this tag match I have this weekend shall we?
What more can I say about Joe Everyman that hasn't been said before?
He suck's more dick than Seth Evans at a gay bar.
His wife has a HUGE collection of photoshoped JFK nude pictures. (Darlin', just ask my wife for some real ones, I'm sure she'd share with you.)
He has about the same odds of winning the World Championship as the Nets do winning the NBA Title.
He kinda smells like a mix of mango's and watermelon.
And he's a *** damn ****ing idiot.
Enough of the jokes, you really are an idiot Joe. And I'll tell you why. A month ago I offered you a chance to become the first GIT. A gun in training, I offered you a chance to come under my wing and be guided by one of the best in the business. I even so much as went to offer you a change to make a run for the tag titles, this was all behind closed doors of course, I couldn't let people see me talking to you BEFORE I was able to mold you into a champion. But you turned me down, actually, you didn't turn me down, you said make me an offer...I MADE you an offer Joe, you were just to *** damn DUMB to see it. And now...now you are trying to make a run with that...thing. I don't even know what to call him, he sure as **** ain't human, he's got no ****ing neck for crying out loud. He looks like a shaved gorilla.
Have we had his DNA tested to make sure he wasn't the first talking Ape in existence?
Myers, I really don't know **** about you, and I really don't care. I can already tell by just looking at you that you won't amount to much. Sure, you got the body, you got the size, but you lack one important thing you need to survive in this business.
A brain.
I think it's the one muscle you forgot to work out. And I'm sure, you can bench press 3 of me with ease, but can you shake me off once I get a lock on to your arm with the NSP and tear your ligaments and joints straight from the bone? It doesn't matter how big you are Myers, everyone's bones can break if you apply the right amount of pressure with the proper leverage. Your just another roid up FREAK who thinks' he can hang in this business with the true talents.
You're not in my league boy, hell, you ain't even playing the same SPORT.
I hope you boy's are prepared for the ass whooping you're going to get this weekend, because you're stepping into the ring with arguably the two most hungry men in nCw right now, and to us, you're prime rib. You're a two slabs of uncooked beef, and we are a pair of wild dog's ready to pounce, we are going to eat you alive boy's, and there ain't a *** damn thing you can do about it.
JFK has spoken.