Post by derekblackcroft on Feb 2, 2007 16:21:04 GMT -5
The crowd in the arena is very loud, awaiting another superstar to come out, but the lights slowly fade to black, and the camera closes in on the tron. The tron shows the GHW parking lot. There is The Jerk's black Phantom Rolls Royce.
The Jerk is leaning on the side of it on the door to the sriving seat. He is wearing black Giorgio V dress shoes, black dress pants, silver dress shirt with very small black lines running vertically up and down the shirt, silver Rolex watch, expensive sunglasses with silver frame and black lens'. He then starts speaking.
"Zantazm, you and The Jerk has been having problems since the first day The Jerk came to GHW. You have not respected The Jerk, you have not given The Jerk title shots, and you have only worried about yourself and your own well-being, ignoring The Jerk's amazing wins inside that ring. The Jerk deserves a title shot, but no matter how many times The Jerk ask for one. You use your abusive power to guarentee that you hold that title longer by not giving The Jerk one, and giving re-match clause to nobodies like Tai O'Neil. The Jerk has a contract too, and that contract guarentees one title match when The Jerk so pleases. Yet you ignore that as well. You not only disrespect The Jerk and his rights, but you disrespect the two men that could kill you literally if they pleased."
You hear the front passenger seat door, and the back passenger seat on the same side open and close. It is Drexel and Lexaeus getting out of the car. Drexel was in the front, Lexaeus in the back. Drexel walks around the front, and gets on the right side of The Jerk, as Lexaeus walks around the back of the car, and gets on the left of The Jerk. They are dressed in the same thing. Brown boots, blue jeans, red muscle shirt, and black mesh golves.
"Zantazm, these two men are just as sick and tired of your little childish remarks as The Jerk is, and they have something to say as well."
Drexel clears his throat, and starts speaking in Russian.
Drexel: Zantazm, âû èìååòå íåóâàæåíèå Lexaeus è I long enough. Âû äåëàåòå âàøè òóïîóìíûå ïðèìå÷àíèÿ íà ïðîøëûé ðàç. ÌÛ ÈÌÅÅÌ ÓÒÂÅÐÆÄÅÍÈÅ ÐÛÂÊÀ! íàñòîëüêî òåïåðü, ìû çàäàâèì âàñ!
Lexaeus then clears his throat.
Lexaeus: This is what my friend Drexel just said: Zantazm, you have disrespect Lexaeus and I long enough. You have made your stupid remarks for the last time. WE HAVE THE JERK'S APPROVAL! so now, we will crush you!................Zantazm, I couldn't agree with him more."
The Jerk then speaks.
"Zantazm, did you honestly think you could treat The Jerk and his boys like you have been? You obviosuly don't nkow who you are dealing with. The Jerk has been doing this too long to take crap from punks like you. The Jerk may work for you, but The Jerk knows much more about this business than you ever will. Your times up Zantazm. You better watch you back, your front, your side, above you, and below you. It's time for you to feel what it truly means to be a Fighty fighty person. If you do have enough guts to step into that ring after you are taught a lesson, it will be the same result. The Jerk will take you down, take you around, show you the town, but not in an enjoyable experience. The Jerk will make you so much of a wreck your mother won't recognize you. The Jerk will snap your neck to where you'll be on life support. Time's up bucko. Get some life insurance and say your prayers. But The Jerk doubts even that will help. Good luck Zantazm, you will need it to help you survive The Jerk's hell."
The scene slowly fades from the tron, and the crowd is booing very loudly by now as the lights return to normal. They all wonder at the same time though. What The Jerk will do.
*End of Thread*
OOC: you can comment if you want, I don't care.
The Jerk is leaning on the side of it on the door to the sriving seat. He is wearing black Giorgio V dress shoes, black dress pants, silver dress shirt with very small black lines running vertically up and down the shirt, silver Rolex watch, expensive sunglasses with silver frame and black lens'. He then starts speaking.
"Zantazm, you and The Jerk has been having problems since the first day The Jerk came to GHW. You have not respected The Jerk, you have not given The Jerk title shots, and you have only worried about yourself and your own well-being, ignoring The Jerk's amazing wins inside that ring. The Jerk deserves a title shot, but no matter how many times The Jerk ask for one. You use your abusive power to guarentee that you hold that title longer by not giving The Jerk one, and giving re-match clause to nobodies like Tai O'Neil. The Jerk has a contract too, and that contract guarentees one title match when The Jerk so pleases. Yet you ignore that as well. You not only disrespect The Jerk and his rights, but you disrespect the two men that could kill you literally if they pleased."
You hear the front passenger seat door, and the back passenger seat on the same side open and close. It is Drexel and Lexaeus getting out of the car. Drexel was in the front, Lexaeus in the back. Drexel walks around the front, and gets on the right side of The Jerk, as Lexaeus walks around the back of the car, and gets on the left of The Jerk. They are dressed in the same thing. Brown boots, blue jeans, red muscle shirt, and black mesh golves.
"Zantazm, these two men are just as sick and tired of your little childish remarks as The Jerk is, and they have something to say as well."
Drexel clears his throat, and starts speaking in Russian.
Drexel: Zantazm, âû èìååòå íåóâàæåíèå Lexaeus è I long enough. Âû äåëàåòå âàøè òóïîóìíûå ïðèìå÷àíèÿ íà ïðîøëûé ðàç. ÌÛ ÈÌÅÅÌ ÓÒÂÅÐÆÄÅÍÈÅ ÐÛÂÊÀ! íàñòîëüêî òåïåðü, ìû çàäàâèì âàñ!
Lexaeus then clears his throat.
Lexaeus: This is what my friend Drexel just said: Zantazm, you have disrespect Lexaeus and I long enough. You have made your stupid remarks for the last time. WE HAVE THE JERK'S APPROVAL! so now, we will crush you!................Zantazm, I couldn't agree with him more."
The Jerk then speaks.
"Zantazm, did you honestly think you could treat The Jerk and his boys like you have been? You obviosuly don't nkow who you are dealing with. The Jerk has been doing this too long to take crap from punks like you. The Jerk may work for you, but The Jerk knows much more about this business than you ever will. Your times up Zantazm. You better watch you back, your front, your side, above you, and below you. It's time for you to feel what it truly means to be a Fighty fighty person. If you do have enough guts to step into that ring after you are taught a lesson, it will be the same result. The Jerk will take you down, take you around, show you the town, but not in an enjoyable experience. The Jerk will make you so much of a wreck your mother won't recognize you. The Jerk will snap your neck to where you'll be on life support. Time's up bucko. Get some life insurance and say your prayers. But The Jerk doubts even that will help. Good luck Zantazm, you will need it to help you survive The Jerk's hell."
The scene slowly fades from the tron, and the crowd is booing very loudly by now as the lights return to normal. They all wonder at the same time though. What The Jerk will do.
*End of Thread*
OOC: you can comment if you want, I don't care.