Post by JackHammer on Sept 26, 2008 23:35:17 GMT -6
The scene begins to fade in from the fuzz on your screen. Your sitting outside of a local club in the suburbs of Miami, just a couple days away from Road to Gold. We're now taken inside the pub where you instantly spot JackHammer with a couple of ladies and another man. Their sitting around a large booth away from everyone. The group appears to be having a grand ole' time as a lady brings up another round of drinks for the crew. JackHammer pays the lady and starts drinking the bottle of beer. ]-
JackHammer: What club we hittin' up next Goliath?
Goliath: Hell man...I could give two ****s what club we hit next...but the party here is starting to die down...
JackHammer: Well I suggest we either A...take a taxi over to the next club...or B...call up Sexy Jason and get ourselves Santa Claus's sled and since he's the fastest man alive...he could probably, just maybe get us there in a hurry.
Goliath: You drunken idiot.
JackHammer: Easy there Paco. No need for name callin'.
-[ Goliath shakes his head and laughs at JackHammer as you take a look at the bottle covered table. JackHammer slams the rest of his beer and gets up. The rest of the group tags along behind JackHammer as they start to make their way for the door. ]-
JackHammer: Let's roll ladies and gents...time to go hit up another club.
Goliath: Amen to that one...ladies, let's roll...oh JackHammer by the way...We're not callin' up Jason are we?
JackHammer: Fu*k you Goliath...
-[ The group walks out of the club and get into the Limo waiting outside for them. ]-
Goliath: What happened to takin' the taxi JackHammer?
JackHammer: Goliath...you been rollin' with me long enough now to realize...I don't roll that way. Get your a*s in G...*pauses*...Ladies, after you.
-[ The limo takes off as your now taken inside the limo. "Inside the Fire" by Disturbed is heard playing in the background as you listen in on Goliath and JackHammer's conversation. ]-
JackHammer: The good life man...clubbin' with some fine mama cita's such as these...it's gotta beat the sh*t you been doin' Goliath.
Goliath: Not really...I'm not out makin' enemies everyday of the week, or runnin' my mouth about guys who had my back the last time I was in the game. I watched your promo yesterday...the **** you said about Jason.
JackHammer: Please...Sexy Jason ain't nothing but some two-bit cosmetics man...The whole 187 thing is done and over with...all he was...well he was simply just a crony who followed me like a lost puppy dog.
Goliath: *laughs* Very true...Just make sure your sleep gives you the courage to go on this week JackHammer...We wouldn't want you gettin' your ass handed to you on a silver platter by Sexy Jason.
JackHammer: Sexy Jason is the least of my worries...he can sit there and talk about his training, and how much he trains, but the simple fact is...Train all you want, because skill is the key essential. And skill you lack my friend.
Goliath: *laughing* Hell I did a couple hundred push-up's one time...
JackHammer: Hell...I plan on doin' a few push-ups of my own tonight if you know what I mean Goliath.
-[ Angel in the back slaps JackHammer on the arm after the comment. ]-
JackHammer: What was that for?
Angel: I'm not stupid.
JackHammer: Never said you were babe...all I was saying is I gotta do a little working out tonight. That's all...scouts honor.
Brunette: I'll give you a workout.
JackHammer: Goliath...keep your girl under control man...wouldn't want you sittin' in the other room while I'm with these two fine ladies jerkin' your gerkin'...playin' picaboo while I'm showin' em' a good time.
Goliath: Eat sh*t man...
-[ The limo comes to a stop outside of a club, as our scene fades to black...]-
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Tick tock...time ticks away for you Mr. Sexy Jason. Sunday night will soon be upon us, as you will find out why I am the Chi-Town Terror. I will show you why I still run this show. I still sit at the helm of greatness, while you my friend are still runnin' the curtain jerkin' squad.
Train...train...come Road to Gold, your hours of work in the gym...your months and months...years and years...It's all thrown out the door Sexy Jason...maybe after the match I'll show you how a stunni'n sum bi*ch trains...cuz son...it ain't failed me yet. Look at the gold, look at the records...Look into the history books of wrestling. At the top with all the greats...You'll see me...and Sunday night...You'll know why I sit at the helm of greatness with so many others before me...and so many to come. This is my world...and Sunday night...I OWN YOU...see you Sunday BI*CH.
JackHammer: What club we hittin' up next Goliath?
Goliath: Hell man...I could give two ****s what club we hit next...but the party here is starting to die down...
JackHammer: Well I suggest we either A...take a taxi over to the next club...or B...call up Sexy Jason and get ourselves Santa Claus's sled and since he's the fastest man alive...he could probably, just maybe get us there in a hurry.
Goliath: You drunken idiot.
JackHammer: Easy there Paco. No need for name callin'.
-[ Goliath shakes his head and laughs at JackHammer as you take a look at the bottle covered table. JackHammer slams the rest of his beer and gets up. The rest of the group tags along behind JackHammer as they start to make their way for the door. ]-
JackHammer: Let's roll ladies and gents...time to go hit up another club.
Goliath: Amen to that one...ladies, let's roll...oh JackHammer by the way...We're not callin' up Jason are we?
JackHammer: Fu*k you Goliath...
-[ The group walks out of the club and get into the Limo waiting outside for them. ]-
Goliath: What happened to takin' the taxi JackHammer?
JackHammer: Goliath...you been rollin' with me long enough now to realize...I don't roll that way. Get your a*s in G...*pauses*...Ladies, after you.
-[ The limo takes off as your now taken inside the limo. "Inside the Fire" by Disturbed is heard playing in the background as you listen in on Goliath and JackHammer's conversation. ]-
JackHammer: The good life man...clubbin' with some fine mama cita's such as these...it's gotta beat the sh*t you been doin' Goliath.
Goliath: Not really...I'm not out makin' enemies everyday of the week, or runnin' my mouth about guys who had my back the last time I was in the game. I watched your promo yesterday...the **** you said about Jason.
JackHammer: Please...Sexy Jason ain't nothing but some two-bit cosmetics man...The whole 187 thing is done and over with...all he was...well he was simply just a crony who followed me like a lost puppy dog.
Goliath: *laughs* Very true...Just make sure your sleep gives you the courage to go on this week JackHammer...We wouldn't want you gettin' your ass handed to you on a silver platter by Sexy Jason.
JackHammer: Sexy Jason is the least of my worries...he can sit there and talk about his training, and how much he trains, but the simple fact is...Train all you want, because skill is the key essential. And skill you lack my friend.
Goliath: *laughing* Hell I did a couple hundred push-up's one time...
JackHammer: Hell...I plan on doin' a few push-ups of my own tonight if you know what I mean Goliath.
-[ Angel in the back slaps JackHammer on the arm after the comment. ]-
JackHammer: What was that for?
Angel: I'm not stupid.
JackHammer: Never said you were babe...all I was saying is I gotta do a little working out tonight. That's all...scouts honor.
Brunette: I'll give you a workout.
JackHammer: Goliath...keep your girl under control man...wouldn't want you sittin' in the other room while I'm with these two fine ladies jerkin' your gerkin'...playin' picaboo while I'm showin' em' a good time.
Goliath: Eat sh*t man...
-[ The limo comes to a stop outside of a club, as our scene fades to black...]-
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Tick tock...time ticks away for you Mr. Sexy Jason. Sunday night will soon be upon us, as you will find out why I am the Chi-Town Terror. I will show you why I still run this show. I still sit at the helm of greatness, while you my friend are still runnin' the curtain jerkin' squad.
Train...train...come Road to Gold, your hours of work in the gym...your months and months...years and years...It's all thrown out the door Sexy Jason...maybe after the match I'll show you how a stunni'n sum bi*ch trains...cuz son...it ain't failed me yet. Look at the gold, look at the records...Look into the history books of wrestling. At the top with all the greats...You'll see me...and Sunday night...You'll know why I sit at the helm of greatness with so many others before me...and so many to come. This is my world...and Sunday night...I OWN YOU...see you Sunday BI*CH.