Post by Beau Del Sol on Feb 18, 2018 15:58:52 GMT -5
Resurrection? Nigga Please That's Nine People!
[Jay Frost awoke in the back of the Action Wrestling box truck groaning as he rolled onto his side slowly opening his crested over eyes bringing a hand up to clean them. As his vision cleared he saw Marshall Gates laying with his hands and feet tied, a sack over his head. Jay sat up rubbing his head leaning against the wall of the truck.]
Marshall: Jay? Is that you?
Jay: No fool it's yo momma! Why the hell are you whispering?
Marshall: So they can't hear dummy.
Jay: They? We're alone negro. Ain't nobody worried about a priest and a rancher. Jeez.
[Jay moved over to Marshall and started to untie him. Struggling with the knots he resorted to using his teeth then finally he noticed someone over in the corner.]
Jay: Damn! You niggas are like ninjas! How much does Viceland pay y'all? And why in the sam hell are you not helping us. Untie him! Give me that damn camera!
[Jay started to take the camera away from the camera man and the two began to struggle back and forth. Finally Jay got the camera and pointed at Marshall instructing the plain clothed camera man to untie Marshall.]
Jay: You know my little ass can't wrestle with those knots! No pun intended. Plus I don't want to get to ashy. Here.
[Jay literally tossed the television camera back to the camera man as he fumbled with it before placing it back on his shoulder. Marshall sat up pulling the bag off his head. Frost headed to the front where a lot of racket could be heard.]
Marshall: Fuck my head hurts! Jay what are you doing?
Jay: You know how to hot wire a car?
Marshall: Um no....
Jay: Well be happy you got kidnapped with a black man. Now get yo cracker ass up here and drive.
Marshall: What about John?
Jay: I got this! Just drive for fucks sake!
Marshall: Um where? We're locked in.
Jay: Through the door dumbass!
[Jay pointed to the door and made two wires make contact as the box truck started. He passed Marshall heading back to the back waving at the camera man as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The camera focused in on Jay leaning against the wall of the the truck.]
Jay: Action Wrestling welcome to the most coveted promos of aaaaaaaaall, THE PRIEST! Shia I'm quite upset you try and deny smoking some awesome red haired Vegas herb only to find out your on a meth binge! For Christ's sake you could've at least offered you jittery wide eyed jackass!
Mooooondaaaay NIGHT! CLASH! The first 201 Champion will be crowned. History will be made and I shall be the first black 201 Champion! The Priest, Mr. Afro, The Ebony To Your Ivory, and all that cliche shit! Nine people enter and only THE PRIEST will hold the belt high above his head at CLASH!
Psico we won't both be getting are hands held high that night. Me and you both know it brother. Then Mr. Action, you, like the others, minus Psico, I know nothing about and care nothing about. I'm like Mike, my defenses are impenetrable! I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee! I fly like Superman not a plane and I'm destined for fame!
See! This shit is so much of a joke even a priest can't cut a good promo. I do better on Sunday's bitches!
[Jay Frost awoke in the back of the Action Wrestling box truck groaning as he rolled onto his side slowly opening his crested over eyes bringing a hand up to clean them. As his vision cleared he saw Marshall Gates laying with his hands and feet tied, a sack over his head. Jay sat up rubbing his head leaning against the wall of the truck.]
Marshall: Jay? Is that you?
Jay: No fool it's yo momma! Why the hell are you whispering?
Marshall: So they can't hear dummy.
Jay: They? We're alone negro. Ain't nobody worried about a priest and a rancher. Jeez.
[Jay moved over to Marshall and started to untie him. Struggling with the knots he resorted to using his teeth then finally he noticed someone over in the corner.]
Jay: Damn! You niggas are like ninjas! How much does Viceland pay y'all? And why in the sam hell are you not helping us. Untie him! Give me that damn camera!
[Jay started to take the camera away from the camera man and the two began to struggle back and forth. Finally Jay got the camera and pointed at Marshall instructing the plain clothed camera man to untie Marshall.]
Jay: You know my little ass can't wrestle with those knots! No pun intended. Plus I don't want to get to ashy. Here.
[Jay literally tossed the television camera back to the camera man as he fumbled with it before placing it back on his shoulder. Marshall sat up pulling the bag off his head. Frost headed to the front where a lot of racket could be heard.]
Marshall: Fuck my head hurts! Jay what are you doing?
Jay: You know how to hot wire a car?
Marshall: Um no....
Jay: Well be happy you got kidnapped with a black man. Now get yo cracker ass up here and drive.
Marshall: What about John?
Jay: I got this! Just drive for fucks sake!
Marshall: Um where? We're locked in.
Jay: Through the door dumbass!
[Jay pointed to the door and made two wires make contact as the box truck started. He passed Marshall heading back to the back waving at the camera man as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The camera focused in on Jay leaning against the wall of the the truck.]
Jay: Action Wrestling welcome to the most coveted promos of aaaaaaaaall, THE PRIEST! Shia I'm quite upset you try and deny smoking some awesome red haired Vegas herb only to find out your on a meth binge! For Christ's sake you could've at least offered you jittery wide eyed jackass!
Mooooondaaaay NIGHT! CLASH! The first 201 Champion will be crowned. History will be made and I shall be the first black 201 Champion! The Priest, Mr. Afro, The Ebony To Your Ivory, and all that cliche shit! Nine people enter and only THE PRIEST will hold the belt high above his head at CLASH!
Psico we won't both be getting are hands held high that night. Me and you both know it brother. Then Mr. Action, you, like the others, minus Psico, I know nothing about and care nothing about. I'm like Mike, my defenses are impenetrable! I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee! I fly like Superman not a plane and I'm destined for fame!
See! This shit is so much of a joke even a priest can't cut a good promo. I do better on Sunday's bitches!