Post by John Black on Jan 20, 2022 23:16:33 GMT -5
At AW Office- Date Unknown
[It opens up to an animated exterior shot of the building, then it cuts to an animated JB sitting in the waiting room, while he was playing on his PSP. After about two hours passed, he was finally called in to meet up with Corporate suits who had heads of tigers for some reason. JB sits at the round table, where the turn down the lights and pull up a projector of JB’s stock in AW.]
Corporate Dude 1: John Black, you aren’t making the company much money. You aren’t selling merchandise like you’re supposed too. In fact, you don’t even go to pre tapes to do any promos for Action Wrestling, what do you have to say for yourself?
[JB then has a secretary lady on his lap, as he rolls a joint to smoke. He lights it up, and passes to the lady, who takes a hit then one of the corporate dudes slams his paw on the table. Some of them whispers to themselves.]
Corporate Dude 3: This man is terrible, bad for the company!
Corporate Dude 5: He’s gon—-
Corporate Dude 1: SHUT UP EVERYONE! JOHN ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
[JB then smokes a spliff, then hands it back to the lady who was on his lap. She heads out, as JB was left alone with the big wigs.]
JB: Hell nah, what does any of this have to do with me?
Corporate Dude 1: You keep losing your matches, you don’t cut segment for any of the Clashes we book you in, and you are getting into trouble. The only reason why our main boss man keep you on, is that he just needed diversity!
JB: What dat mean, cuzz?
[Then the lights come back on, and he shows an imagine of Max Daemon on the screen. And everyone starts to roar at the image of him, as JB looked at these fools with no fucks given mode on. Then the fifth corporate guy gets up to speak to John.]
Corporate Dude 5: See John, this is who we desire more, he’s a white guy with a shady past of some sort. He’s who we vouch for, not a man like you. You don’t even fit in to the Action Wrestling mold!
JB: Excuse me, ass kissin, piece of trash… yeah, Max might got shady ass past, and gotten himself over as wannabe bad boy, he no better than the next man. You think they give a fuck I be doing pre shoots? What is this the 80s, fuck outta here!
Corporate Dude 5: You—-
[JB then just gets up from the seat, and he gives them the finger. Then about an hour later, we see him driving in an animated streets. He drives up to some fish kids, who he signs their autographs, then he drives to an empty parking lot, where he has a female bunny dancing around him.]
JB: Man, fuck them suits who think they got control, so long’s Big Boss got me on his payola, i’m rocking the shit like motherfucker selling dope. Do I need to cope with my losses, nope.. do I need to cope with not being top guy, nope… shit, do I even need to cope with being the fall back guy in a three way? Hell nah, it’s all just business as usual. When I had to come into the office that day, I knew it was going to be same ol’ bullshit they spew..
I’m not hitting the quotas!!!
You’re lossin too damn much!!!
You aren’t worth the investment!!!
You know shit like that but on constant repeat, if I need to be told how I am as an employee of Action Wrestling, they can suck my left nut down in Max’s jailhouse for all I care. I am at a point where, I could be in place where I am just under the impression that I don’t have what it takes to be a wrestler in this day and age?
[JB then smokes a spliff and this time, purple haze come out of the spliff and it entraps him the thick smoke, and he comes out of it half way stoned or drunk due to how potent it is.]
JB: Shit this is some good shit, where the fuck was I goin with… oh yeah, my thing against Max Daemon, the resident bad boy of AW. I don’t know shit about that boy, but I do know one thing and it’s the fact that he should have taken out that bitch ass Regan, but he didn’t and costed him some slight chance on a victory or some shit like that.
Max, he might be a tough bastard to hang with, but all I see is wanna be who thinks the world is against him, when in reality the world would basically give him what he wants, but he want’s to act like he’s a criminal knowing full well he’d end up someone’s hoe in some prison gang. But fuck all that shit, he know’s full well that I will beat his ass like if we in a prison, where we don’t need no godamn watch tower shooting us or the guards coming to break this shit up.
Me and him will basically be fighting until we can’t do it no more, and I know he’ll be ready to scrap up hard as well. I don’t need to care about rankings, merch, and other corporate nonsense to prove that these fan can feel a real G like me. Damned if I don’t win it, just means that I gotta lay low from the feds and wrestling journalists talkin shit. I’m out this bitch!
[JB then get back into his hoopty, and drives up with purple smoke coming out of the pipes, as a poster of a “Wanted Dead Or Alive, Max Daemon” hung on a wall, and the scene cuts out form there.]
