A Dirty Mouf From Tha Souf [1831 wurds]
Jan 14, 2022 16:26:51 GMT -5
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Post by John Black on Jan 14, 2022 16:26:51 GMT -5
Night After Clash- Jan 10 2022
[Once the show closed out, and people where leaving, JB was in his street gear without his mask on with a mic at the AW position, then one of the producers told him not to go out there. JB then ignores the producer, and grabs a metal chair to bring out. JB then heads to the ring, and he sets up the chair in the middle of the ring to sit on, facing away at the hard cam. He then starts to speak on the mic.]
JB: Listen up here y’all, I know you all are about to go home, and think about what a night it was to see your favorite wrestlers in this company. Some won, some lost, some If not all got their paper in the mail. Millions of dollars in royalties, merch and the works; at the end of it, it’s not who’s the best wrestler its who’s the one who can push the needle in the key demos.
[Then someone of the fans decide to come back to their seats to hear what he has to say. Then a middle aged man then shouts “LEAVE THE RING N****!” on top of his lungs, which didn’t faze JB, as he kept talking.]
JB: Tonight was a testament to what I had to endure, it was a night where I am honestly not too afraid to say that I have lost all fucks spared in my time here. I knew from the jump, that I wasn’t going to advance in some stupid ass tournament. I knew from the jump, when I saw Odin’s face light up when those corporate suits told him he’s going to be the one to move on up in the thing. The last thing I heard coming out of his mouth at the AW position was… “JB, you anit a top draw here, boy!” as he went out of the curtain. When he told me that to my face, I wanted to murder his ass, but cooler heads prevailed and I decided not to do something so drastic as a black man.
[Then JB see’s one of the fans chanting Odin’s name so loudly, that it also didn’t faze him, then he looks at the entrance way and two corporate suits from the production truck tries to stop him. JB then gives them a finger and continues to speak. Then they go to the back, as some of his fans slowly started to chant his name.]
JB: I hope Odin go far in this little tournament, because I so want him to face the US champion, and get squashed like a bug with his entrails exposed, maybe that will end his own mental suffrage from within. Am I pissed that he beaten me? Fuck no, in fact he can take that win, and pass that streak into someone who isn’t me. I am a fucking loser, and a loser like myself can admit that he anit shit in the ring. People, you seen me shine and seen me have my down bad moments; the ones who supported me since I cut my teeth in XWF knows that I am very vocal negro who isn’t afraid to let the world know how I feel.
[JB notices his mic cutting off, and the fans slowly start boo’ing out loud, then the lights cuts out of the arena. Then it caused JB to go out of the ring, and storm to the producers at the AW position. Then he sees a late teenaged boy in his suit at the production area, and confront him as everyone else left the area.]
JB: WHO THE FUCK CUT MY MIC OFF?!?!
Tom The Intern: Hey…uhm… they told me to cut you off, since you… uhmm..
JB: WHAT? SPIT IT OUT!
Tom The Intern: Please John, don’t hurt me… I do what as I am told!... alright fine, they told me to cut the mic off before you cause too much issues. They say you are a walking liability when you are on that microphone!
JB: A walking liability, well tell them they can fuck off me one time, and if they do that shit again… I am going to beat the fuck out of them. Including you kid, you understand that?
[Tom The Intern quickly nodded his head, and JB storms off with his bag to his car, as the scene fades off.]
At Tommy’s Studio- Jan 13th 2022
[It was late into the afternoon, and we see JB and Tommy having Chinese takeout as beats are blaring on the speakers. Tommy turns it down on his laptop, as he eats his pork buns. JB then is on his phone, scrolling on some stuff until he stumbles upon twitter where he noticed he was on a tending page at number five with a hashtag “#JBSPEAKSOUT” and saw a clip of when his mic got cut out and the lights went out. Then he shows Tommy, and he looked ecstatic as it went down.]
Tommy: Looky here, looks like you are trending worldwide my friend, I saw that video that was posted on the site. I know you must have stepped one someone’s toes to have you be so silenced like that.
JB: I might have, but I don’t really care, If that’s how they feel about me then I guess I am soon either getting a pink slip, or they will end up pullin a Benoit on me where they don’t recognize my own name in the company, which ever comes first… I’m all in it.
Tommy: Well JB, you know full well that you are heavily opinionated, and I know for my time we’ve worked together and been friends I’ve sensed that you have controversy where you go.
JB: Well, that’s why I try to remain low on the totem pole, but I guess that night I had with Odin, speaking of which did you ever watch that shit?
Tommy: Nah, I was too busy trying to fly back home from Paris tour I did, and I got you something over there.
[Tommy hands him a bag, and JB pulls outa “Oui Oui” shirt and a baseball cap, he puts them back in the bag and gives him some dap. JB then finishes his orange chicken, and places it in the trash, and he hears a knock on the door. He opens it to see three dudes in khakis, black t shirt, and locs trying to record with Tommy. Tommy let’s them in, and one of the pulls out a crumbled sheet of paper of their pocket and head into the booth.]
JB: Are you sure about this?... they lookin like three Eazy E’s in there.
Tommy: Don’t worry about that, they already paid me 20 bucks each for one track, so sit back and lets enjoy this trainwreck.
[Then a couple of hours, and bad takes later, Tommy mixed the group’s EP and hands them a USB drives of their music. Then they leave his studio, as it was just JB and Tommy again.]
JB: Man they were horrible, but god bless their souls they tried out there on the booth.
Tommy: Eh, we all tend to suck at times, and it is what it is. In fact, while we were recording I was watching that match you had with Odin, and it was brutal, but at least you tried right?
JB: Yeah, it was whatever, which is why I tried to vent and let it out as the people were leaving, but I couldn’t finish my thoughts as they cut me off with the arena lights going off.
Tommy: Well JB, you remember that one time Andre 3000 said something about having something to say?
JB: Oh yeah that source awards speech, I saw that joint on video and man they didn’t like em when they hopped on stage for their award.
Tommy: Well JB, what I am going to tell you is this, gotta remember that it’s all just work, and you need to let your truth out to the world. No matter how over you are, you got something to say.
[JB then simply nodded his head at Tommy’s proclamation, and they just simply fade away in beats that Tommy made in the studio, as the scene cut off.]
“I got something to say, and will not let nothin stop me from speaking my truth to the world, am I afraid to get cut off or blackballed? Fuck no, because at the end of the day, I’m still standing on my own two feet, even if I still have to feel that fucking splinters on my ass everymorin to the break of dawn. I might have gone too far with my shoot last Clash, and I know most fans were tired and wanted to go home, since they had to sit through two different TV shows.
But fuck it, it’s time for me to say that I am involved with two people who pretty much are made men within the world of Action Wrestling, Max Daemon and Regan Voorhees, the two guys who don’t need no history lesson from me. I might not know them too well within the ring, and it’s not like I am not going to give them props for even being down to play the game. In fact, they should give themselves a round of applause for being able to breakthrough their own barriers. But will that be enough to stop them from getting hurt by me?
Like I said before, I don’t know much about them, but all I know is that they are pretty much my pain balloons that I need to pop, since they are full of hot air anyways, I know that everyone tend to blow their egos, to the point that once that needle comes in, then they will either explode or fly away. Whichever comes in last, would be likely. Maybe Max can break out of prison with his own hot air balloon, he better hope that Raegan don’t find out or else he’ll blow him away back to prison.
I will say this one time, it doesn’t matter if your Odin, Daemon or even Regan, you all are going to fell the fucking rage I have inside my whole entire body this coming Clash. I don’t know if I will be the last man standin, but I do know that I need for someone to pay for my missteps and deeds. A broken man like me needs to break someone else, and I think that it’s great it’s every motherfucker for themselves, because you can’t trust others in the ring. So Max and Regan, you don’t know who you are messing with in the ring, I’m not like most guys who will be fair in the ring, I will do everythin in my powers to beat you both and leave your remains in the hood.
I’m out this motherfucker…”
