Post by Rastafari on Sept 14, 2009 7:22:10 GMT -5
*The scene opens to JahMon, on a chair, with a small lamp/table combo next to him, on the table, an ashtray with a giant blunt rolled and smoking. Snoop would be jealous of this one, then, at the feet of JahMon, a beautiful pit bull lays at his feet, not showing one ounce of aggressiveness this breed is known for, instead, it has a wide smile and its tongue is wagging out the side of it's mouth, JahMon pats the head of the dog*
I'm a joke? You, the man who has barely done a damn thing in TWD is calling me a joke? You, the guy who can't seem to be able to win a match without 40 people interfering on your behalf, calling me a joke? You, the man who recently walked around TWD carrying a title you did not win or earn, seemingly talking to it and fondling it quite often making some of us wonder just why exactly you kept polishing that title, perhaps you kept wiping of some Kingpin essence maybe? Calling me a joke? You, the pathetic excuse for a human being, a sorry example of how a "legend" should be, I mean really Ray, you can't beat a human on your own you have to lower yourself to kicking a defenseless, injured dog? Wow, I'm the joke but you're a fine upstanding citizen there Ray. Let me break it down to you Kingpin, I'm sick and tired of being called a joke, I'm sick and tired of being labled the loser, I'm sick and tired of not leaving my title matches as a Champion. Now I could complain about how some of those matches were blantant screw jobs, but I wont. You see Ray, here's the facts, no matter who put me in the title match, Patrick Martin, The Moderators, or even you yourself, or did you forget that one? I will not back down like other challengers, what happened to guys who came and tried to dethrone Eno and couldn't do it before me? All gone, Rob Blondie, gone, Justin York, gone, Tomas Luger, gone, gone, gone....they were the jokes Raymond, much like yourself, they thought they were better than they were and when their egos were deflated, they turned tail and ran.
I, have not ran, instead I come back, again and again. You and your boys accuse me of whining, give me a break, you whine more than anyone in this business. You whine about why JahMon Rastafari has yet another title match, yet, in all those times, you never did anything to get your own title match. You whine about how I constantly end up being the "lucky" one who challenges for the title, yet you don't make any attempt to win your own matches that would put you in the title hunt. I used to have second thoughts when I heard the name Raymond Jones, legendary, strikes fear into the hearts of others, untouchable. Not anymore Ray, you're not untouchable this time, the FBI breathes down your neck and its only a matter of time before someone slips up. Strike fear in people's hearts? Not since you've been in TWD, face the facts, I know the truth hurts and I know you're an angry, repressed man, but the fact is Raymond, since you came to the TWD, you basically bought your way to the top, only to never get there anyway. For a year you just simply lived your life through Eno Redrum, you simply became more interested in keeping the title around Eno's waist, than earning your keep here. Whatever, you became his bitch. Then Eno disappears and you start a strange and disturbing relationship with the Enforcer Title, you then attack an animal who did nothing to you, you don't strike fear in my heart anymore Ray, you actually make me feel sorry for you. You know what, I'm actually not even surprised you would kick an injured dog, that just seems like a thing you would do Ray, what I am surprised is, you didn't pick it up, slam it down to the ground and torture it to death. Then again, for all I know, you probably did after the cameras stopped rolling. Nice job, Raymond Vick. You disgust me, you make me sick and come Supercard II, I'm going to release this rage upon you. For one year I've come up short usually because of your lackeys, well Raymond, at Supercard, its going to take more than an army to keep me down.
Speaking of Armies, nice to hear from you Eno Redrum, I'm sure the alcohol has clouded your mind, but this is a three way match, you are not in it, that being said, I'm glad you decided to chime in. Eno, thanks for that history lesson about where you have been the last few months, I really...do...not.....give....a....fuck. I'm glad you decided to go bang some hookers instead of finding your Daughter, I'm glad you decided Alcohol and Amsterdam and sleeping with random women was more important than doing your job. But hey, welcome back Eno, just in case you're a little too drunk to understand, I'm sure you're seeing double, I am competing, in the WORLD TITLE, match, not the Tag Team Turmoil match, okay, thats all I need to say, I don't need to waste anymore time with you.
Then there's Marcus T, I swear the boy has lost his damn mind. Marcus I see one promo from you, you're running down Saber, the next thing I see, you're running down Colt, then you also have been mouthing off about several other people who quite honestly have nothing to do with the World Title match. I guess you like distraction, I really don't care. If I hadn't been paying attention the last year, I would say Marcus is too comfortable going into this match, which means he definitely has something planned. The more I think of it, the more I wonder, perhaps I could be wrong but I wouldn't be surprised if JENT reunited at Supercard. Its not hard to see it coming is it? Eno is more focused on Marcus and Raymond than he is on his own match, Marcus and Raymond are going back and forth like 4 year olds on the playground who found a dollar and keep going "its mine, no its mine." It just may happen. It would make sense with recent events, Eno shows up just as Ray and Marcus are put into a match, but theres a little problem, they happen to have a match with ME. I got a little tune for you Marcus, I want you to listen well......
*He clicks a button and suddenly Jay Z's "D O A (Death of Autotune)" begins to play, but only the music. JahMon starts rapping himself*
Only wrestler in the match focused on the gold
All this crap about Jent is getting mighty old
No championship on my resume, but thats about to change
change change
Keep putting me in title matches
always coming up short
Keep putting out my best
staying head and shoulders above the rest
Jacking a tune from Jay Z to open your eyes
Supercard II is where your title reign dies
You might loose to me, possibly to Ray
Even the guy with the champions case, how you say.
The Virtuoso of Violence,
Its the death of your title reign, a moment of Silence.
la la la la GOOD BYE!!!
And FUCK YOU!
*JahMon takes a huge hit from the blunt as the music plays on and he sits back with a pissed off look in his eyes, then exhales the smoke and the scene fades*
I'm a joke? You, the man who has barely done a damn thing in TWD is calling me a joke? You, the guy who can't seem to be able to win a match without 40 people interfering on your behalf, calling me a joke? You, the man who recently walked around TWD carrying a title you did not win or earn, seemingly talking to it and fondling it quite often making some of us wonder just why exactly you kept polishing that title, perhaps you kept wiping of some Kingpin essence maybe? Calling me a joke? You, the pathetic excuse for a human being, a sorry example of how a "legend" should be, I mean really Ray, you can't beat a human on your own you have to lower yourself to kicking a defenseless, injured dog? Wow, I'm the joke but you're a fine upstanding citizen there Ray. Let me break it down to you Kingpin, I'm sick and tired of being called a joke, I'm sick and tired of being labled the loser, I'm sick and tired of not leaving my title matches as a Champion. Now I could complain about how some of those matches were blantant screw jobs, but I wont. You see Ray, here's the facts, no matter who put me in the title match, Patrick Martin, The Moderators, or even you yourself, or did you forget that one? I will not back down like other challengers, what happened to guys who came and tried to dethrone Eno and couldn't do it before me? All gone, Rob Blondie, gone, Justin York, gone, Tomas Luger, gone, gone, gone....they were the jokes Raymond, much like yourself, they thought they were better than they were and when their egos were deflated, they turned tail and ran.
I, have not ran, instead I come back, again and again. You and your boys accuse me of whining, give me a break, you whine more than anyone in this business. You whine about why JahMon Rastafari has yet another title match, yet, in all those times, you never did anything to get your own title match. You whine about how I constantly end up being the "lucky" one who challenges for the title, yet you don't make any attempt to win your own matches that would put you in the title hunt. I used to have second thoughts when I heard the name Raymond Jones, legendary, strikes fear into the hearts of others, untouchable. Not anymore Ray, you're not untouchable this time, the FBI breathes down your neck and its only a matter of time before someone slips up. Strike fear in people's hearts? Not since you've been in TWD, face the facts, I know the truth hurts and I know you're an angry, repressed man, but the fact is Raymond, since you came to the TWD, you basically bought your way to the top, only to never get there anyway. For a year you just simply lived your life through Eno Redrum, you simply became more interested in keeping the title around Eno's waist, than earning your keep here. Whatever, you became his bitch. Then Eno disappears and you start a strange and disturbing relationship with the Enforcer Title, you then attack an animal who did nothing to you, you don't strike fear in my heart anymore Ray, you actually make me feel sorry for you. You know what, I'm actually not even surprised you would kick an injured dog, that just seems like a thing you would do Ray, what I am surprised is, you didn't pick it up, slam it down to the ground and torture it to death. Then again, for all I know, you probably did after the cameras stopped rolling. Nice job, Raymond Vick. You disgust me, you make me sick and come Supercard II, I'm going to release this rage upon you. For one year I've come up short usually because of your lackeys, well Raymond, at Supercard, its going to take more than an army to keep me down.
Speaking of Armies, nice to hear from you Eno Redrum, I'm sure the alcohol has clouded your mind, but this is a three way match, you are not in it, that being said, I'm glad you decided to chime in. Eno, thanks for that history lesson about where you have been the last few months, I really...do...not.....give....a....fuck. I'm glad you decided to go bang some hookers instead of finding your Daughter, I'm glad you decided Alcohol and Amsterdam and sleeping with random women was more important than doing your job. But hey, welcome back Eno, just in case you're a little too drunk to understand, I'm sure you're seeing double, I am competing, in the WORLD TITLE, match, not the Tag Team Turmoil match, okay, thats all I need to say, I don't need to waste anymore time with you.
Then there's Marcus T, I swear the boy has lost his damn mind. Marcus I see one promo from you, you're running down Saber, the next thing I see, you're running down Colt, then you also have been mouthing off about several other people who quite honestly have nothing to do with the World Title match. I guess you like distraction, I really don't care. If I hadn't been paying attention the last year, I would say Marcus is too comfortable going into this match, which means he definitely has something planned. The more I think of it, the more I wonder, perhaps I could be wrong but I wouldn't be surprised if JENT reunited at Supercard. Its not hard to see it coming is it? Eno is more focused on Marcus and Raymond than he is on his own match, Marcus and Raymond are going back and forth like 4 year olds on the playground who found a dollar and keep going "its mine, no its mine." It just may happen. It would make sense with recent events, Eno shows up just as Ray and Marcus are put into a match, but theres a little problem, they happen to have a match with ME. I got a little tune for you Marcus, I want you to listen well......
*He clicks a button and suddenly Jay Z's "D O A (Death of Autotune)" begins to play, but only the music. JahMon starts rapping himself*
Only wrestler in the match focused on the gold
All this crap about Jent is getting mighty old
No championship on my resume, but thats about to change
change change
Keep putting me in title matches
always coming up short
Keep putting out my best
staying head and shoulders above the rest
Jacking a tune from Jay Z to open your eyes
Supercard II is where your title reign dies
You might loose to me, possibly to Ray
Even the guy with the champions case, how you say.
The Virtuoso of Violence,
Its the death of your title reign, a moment of Silence.
la la la la GOOD BYE!!!
And FUCK YOU!
*JahMon takes a huge hit from the blunt as the music plays on and he sits back with a pissed off look in his eyes, then exhales the smoke and the scene fades*