Post by John Black on Sept 2, 2022 13:21:51 GMT -5
After Uprising PPV
[The night after the show was over, JB and Hannibal ended up going out to eat in a hole in wall restaurant where there weren't many people there. JB and Hannibal had ordered their food and drinks a while ago, and as they were midway finishing their meal, they talk about what went down.]
Hanny: Man, you got lucky that that Dion dude pinned Ashton, I guess they saw you as a non factor in the match tonight.
JB: Of course i am a non factor in most multi matches, because when they see me they end up going elsewhere or takin on someone their caliber.
Hanny: Well I don’t doubt that, I wouldn’t be shocked that they would have you take on that dude next week from now.
JB: Well, you might be right… unless pigs fly out of Maybach whip in broad daylight.
[Both men start to laugh, and then they see a man who’s dressed like he's in a MJF suit with a burberry scarf that was pink and black, coming up to their table with a disgusted look on his face as both men looked on at him.]
JB: How may we help you?
“Snob”: I was in attendance for the show, and I couldn’t help but recognize you from a distance. Aren’t you John Black?
JB: Yes I am…
“Snob”: Well John, I wanted to let you know that as president of the Ashton Thomas fan club… you got lucky that he ended up taking the loss instead of you.
JB: What that gotta do with me… oh wait, you right… and sorry if he was down bad against Dionysus, because I have no sway in the decision on that.
“Snob”: Well you need to learn where you place at, you piece of trashy n******!
[Then the people in the restaurant got quiet, and JB looked at the guy like “dafuq you said to me!” and got up from his seat to confront this man, whom he dwarfed by like 6 inches or so. Hannibal calmed him down, and JB got back to his seat trying to not put his hands on him. As he was on his phone, Hannibal ended talking to the guy.]
Hanny: Uh dude, you need to bounce away from us… we are trying to have a private dinner, and you need to apologize for what you just said to him.
“Snob”: Why would I need to apologize?... Are you his manservant as well, Uncle Tom!?
Hanny: Ay yo cool it with the southern slave talk, or else get your ass beaten!
[The Snob ended up spitting on both men on their drinks, and from there they get up and beat the man near death, until two people in management came in to break both men up. Then the snob, who was nearly bruised and bloody, screamed at them and wanted to press charges, but JB and Hannibal just put some money on the table and bailed out of there. Then they headed back to the hotel to talk.]
Hanny: Yo that was some wild shit, we didn’t need to do all that to him.
JB: Yo, his mouth couldn’t cash out so he needed to get stomped out. I don’t fuck with disrespect like that at all.
Hanny: I know that, and he kinda was coming on too strong with the racial shit but dude..
JB: Don’t dude me, look I am tired and about to sleep after what happened tonight, so if you head out please close the door behind you.
[JB then heads to bed, as Hannibal heads out the door as it fades off.]
Current Day
[JB was at a New York park eating a bodega egg, bacon, and cheese bagel as he sat on one of the benches talkin to himself about what happened.]
JB: The punk had it coming but I didn’t mean to do all that, when you are tired angry and frustrated you want to lash out at someone. I guess he was a victim, and he had to be silenced a bit. Kinda funny how he kept on insisting his allegiance to a man who don’t give two dog shit about him and his love for him, but I guess that’s how it goes.
Ashton, I know that man is rich, and I know for a fact that he felt like he was wronged last PPV for getting involved, but he needed to prove himself right? Well he couldn’t, so he had to take the L in order to make AW’s universal loverboy Dion the shit. Hell, if I was in his boots i’d be having tea parties all week with those that love me, but that isn’t the case at all sadly. I am just a dude who has anger issues.
I know that I won’t get one on that Ashton guy, but I do know that his little “fan” will be the one that will make me be glad that I can put my hands on him legally, and I can risk getting him hurt beyond recognition. Maybe, he might be afraid of what I can do, so my own advice for him is to either fly back to Calabasas and stay in your homes, or risk coming to clash with out his will being written, because I will make sure he don’t come out walking out of our match with his shit in tact by me.
As I eat this sandwich, I am more likely to want to eat up the competition, and he’s one of them who I shall eat up until I am belly full of hate and aggression.
Guess, I am stravin for a fight to the death I guess, or whatever the case might be… he better watch his ass is all I can say.
[Then from there, the scene simply fades to the sky then to blood red… then to static on the promo.]
