Post by John Black on Oct 9, 2021 22:55:47 GMT -5
The Night After Clash (9.4.21)
[After the show was finished and the fans were about to leave the arena, JB comes out to the ring with a mic without his mask on his face, a black t shirt and jeans with pair of fresh Air Max 95 with a bandanna on his head. He then stands in ring, and he speaks on the mic as the remaining fans where pulling out their phones to record him speaking.]
JB: Let me tell you all something deep, tonight was bullshit for me and for my opponents with how brief the match was, I thought it was going to be some real shit but fuck that shit. Fuck what the four of us can do, better yet fuck it and lets focus on the real people in this company who are worth more then the eye can see. I am not gonna mention any names, you’ve seen the final moments of the show. When I was in the backstage, I was pissed off with how many minutes we had in the match.. it felt like we weren’t worth the time and effort in the ring. I felt like I wasted my time to be involved with it, so that’s why I am out here to vent my frustrations here.
[Then we hear a small “JB” in unison, as he walks around the ring to come up with his thoughts. Then he stands at the middle and looks around the people with a very serious demeanor on his face.]
JB: Tonight, besides the fucked match I had, I had to deal with the producers in the back who thought my interview with Jade wasn’t good enough to be on the show. I mean it wasn’t the first time that happened, and that’s why refuse to try to any interviews in the backstage with anyone because they don’t deem me as a worthy wrestler to let his thoughts be shared with you people in the arena and the viewers at home. It’s fine, they let others have that spotlight and time to share their views but when a man like me wants to do it, then it’s like “nah we good” or better yet “it’s not gonna fit in our programming” in corporate terms. I am the least likely person to be all that corporate, and I don’t give a damn about that.
I’ve been in that kinda pony show before I came back into the ring, where if I say the wrong thing or feel like I am silenced, then it’s sign that I am just another body in the Action Wrestling; which sounds fine with other people who are fine in that type of condition, but me that isn’t going to work for me. You can silence me how ever you want, or give that impression that I am too much of a wild card to let them know the game. So for now on, if I need to say what I need to say it’s going to be after the show is done and not during it, so I can have the free reign to say what I want, and how I feel without the camera’s turned on from the production tru—
[JB’s mic cuts off abruptly as he tapped on the mic, then he goes to the outside to pick up another mic, which worked and he walks around the outside to speak.]
JB: Ah I see what they trying to do, they trying to shut off the mic to protect their necks. They know that I am the black panther who moves with all intensity, and they are afraid I will cause an up roar, well I don’t give a damn any longer and will let it fly. If I get canceled and demoted, then fine I already am a lost cause in the eyes of those who deem me as unworthy for a tv time. I’ve been in positions where I have been tested and tested again, and that made me more hardened then ever on my lifetime in this profession. So before I leave, I am going to say this outloud in this moment, this is going to be a new thug shit, and I anit letting nothin holding me back from kicking ass and disturbing the peace in Action Wrestling.
[Then JB simply walks through the crowd as it faded to the MNC logo.]
IHOP (9.8.21)
[Around the mid afternoon rush, JB and Tommy in their finest outfits from the thrift shop are sitting at the booth area, having their meals that they ordered about thirty minutes ago. As they were eating, Tommy scrolled on his phone and see’s a notification on some wrestling newsletter, and he read it then he shows JB also. He then places the phone down, as JB took a sip of his coffee.]
T: Is it true? Did you decide to shoot on the show last Monday night this week?
JB: Well, I guess I did do a “shoot” per say, but I tried not to really lay it into it. The main reason why I went out there after the camera’s were off, was that I just pissed with how many minutes the match we had and not getting my interviewer in the show.
T: Well I did see that match, and oh boy it was pretty bad and rushed.
JB: Well tell me about it, it was like they had other plans instead of us doing our shit, but at least I got to get some shots in against this witch chick named Claire Hawkins.
T: Oh her? I mean that’ll be interesting encounter, but you think you’ll only have like three minutes with her in the ring?
JB: Hey if so, then I might as well hire someone else to wrestle as me instead because I don’t got time for the bullshit and I don’t want to be in that position where the ref is like “TAKE IT HOME” in like 2 minutes before the match even starts.
[Then both men start to laugh at that joke, and he takes another sip of his coffee, then Tommy scrolled on the newsletter, and his eyes widen as he read something. JB then noticed a look of worry at Tommy.]
JB: What’s up with that look on your face?
T: Oh man, you in trouble now man, I am reading that the higher ups were mad at that stunt you did after the show was done. Is it true they going to fine you up to $1,000 for that infraction?
JB: If so, then looks like I am going to be in debt before I turn 50 because I am going to break those walls down, and act like Jack Nicholson from The Shining without the axe in my hand. I guess no time, makes John pissed on that chalkboard on the mat in blood. But honestly T, I am just annoyed with how this week ended up, so I just took the bullet and aimed it towards them with crappy accuracy. If it happens again next week, i’m willing to pay that fee once again.
T: Well JB, you got more balls then me I would’t step on anyone’s TOES so to speak… you get what I mean?
[JB then nods his head with a swift yes as he finishes up his plate, then about an hour later they payed the waitress and left the place. It was a semi cold afternoon, so they had their hoodies on as they walked down the town center to burn off them calories.]
T: Man i’m full as hell, you full also?
JB: Eh sorta, I barely finished my food due to my anger with last Monday. I couldn’t even sleep in my hotel because of it.
T: Damn, you got it bad like Usher said, well I would tell you to get over it but you seem strong armed on it. You know what you should do when you're angry?
JB: Like what?
[Tommy then motions a shadowboxing around him, as he was doing the people around them looked at him oddly at the both of them. Then JB stops him, agrees to do it, and they both start to do random shadowboxing as the scene fades.]
Slumdawg Trillionare Said Knocc You Out!
JB: Shadowboxing is fun, it’s fun to do as it get to let you loosen up your arms and body like if you are in boxing match or training in one. I was one with the motion like Ali in his prime, before his fall of reign; when I did it in my room I was still angry with what went down last Clash, I was bumping LL Cool J’s Mama Said Knock you out as I was envisioning myself flowing like a butterfly and stinging like a bee. Each motion I was ducking and weaving, as all the anger out from just pure and raw anger I built in myself which shall guide me to next week. I am going to let this be known, but…
I don’t really hate Claire Hawkins..
I really don’t, even if I compared her to witches from Hocus Pocus a few times before. It was all pure sport in shittin on the competition. She might hate me for the simple fact that i’m not in her league, well that’s awesome because I stand by my own accord. I don’t need to be validated with respect from Dave Meltzers or Bobby Jo Smurf in the offices, I gain more brownie points with the fans who are the ones who pay my bills.
I think that, maybe after the whole fiasco that took place last Monday, made it golden moment to get another chance and show these people, that we can go longer than an average Bam Beefer or Shane match on TV. Claire, I know she has that cardio on deck with her witchy witch powers she’ll summon in the match.
Claire, you got that kinda power that would make anyone crawl in fear…
You might be the one to overpower me in every way…
Heck, you might be the one to give me a poison apple to make me pass out…
Whatever you got, doesn’t really match up to my own kinda vibes. I am more or less grounded in the reality of pain, and I would like to give you the Grimms Fairy tale endings where you end up either dead or hurt beyond your mortal body. Maybe, I could write my own Fairy tale of me turning you into a rat I can store in a jar for safe keeping.
I’m bullshittin…. I wouldn’t do that you at all…
I don’t know where it will go between us Claire, but what I do know is that I will do my best in proving to you that I have what it takes to be above average in your league, that even Mike Sanders would be proud. This isn’t going to be an easy match that might last a seconds to a minute against me, this will be no limit type of ordeal Claire and I am ready to be a No Limit Soldier.
Hoody Hoooo…
I’m Finna get you on Clash, Witchy Witch!