Jay Frost: Magic Mirror On The Wall
Mar 9, 2018 14:26:09 GMT -5
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Post by Beau Del Sol on Mar 9, 2018 14:26:09 GMT -5
Magic Mirror On The Wall
[Jay stood, just out of bible study, and walked into his office staring in a mirror.]
Jay: Magic mirror on the wall who's the highest of them all?
[Rasta's face showing up in the mirror with dreadlocks hanging past his thinly framed shoulders. Jamaican colored beads where weaved into his dreads. Rasta took a hit out of a pipe, smoke settling around him, looking at Jay.]
Rasta: Me fool!
Jay: Besides your dark skinned negro ass FOOL!
Rasta: John?
Jay: Say what nigga!?
Rasta: Gertrude? She drinks a lot of holy water, Padre!
Jay: You just guessin. Magic mirror my ass.
Rasta: Rasta is da man. The REAL African sensation.
Jay: Bruh you're delusional.
Rasta: Shia LeBeouf is the highest of the all! There I said it my brotha!
Jay: I'm about to break you bitch!
Rasta: This ain't Snow White cuz!
Jay: That's it you non interracial piece of sh-
Rasta: Get your greasy chicken fingers off me! Your gonna bring yourself seven years of bad luck!
Jay: That's watermelon you ignorant fu-
Gertrude: Father!?
[Gertrude had walked in on one hell of a scene. Father Jay was on his office floor wrestling with a mirror obviously talking crap to the "Magic mirror" as well. When Jay saw Gertrude he popped up quickly straightening his clothes out.]
Gertrude: Father please tell me this isn't like what happened at the Gazebo...
Jay: No Gertrude, this damn mirror is talking shit.
Gertrude: Oh lord Father mirrors don't talk!
Jay: This ones special, and I don't mean retarded special!
Gertrude: Oh Father your scaring me! Here this came from Action Wrestling.
[Gertrude placed the letter on the Jays desk and hurried out of the room as he sat down cutting open the letter to reveal its contents.]
Jay: WHAT THE FUCK!? Thant can't be right.
[Jay squinted his eyes looking closer at the envelope.]
Jay: A tag match? Well go fuck me.
[He slammed the letter down in frustration looking over at the unbroken mirror on the floor.]
Jay: Me and Mr. Mysterious will tag together. A man I took the strap from just last week and now we are a tag tea? Are Gravedigger and Torture stupid? I'm always up for a win but this guy is going to want me to suffer. Why A-Dub owners? Are you punishing me because of my brother John? No matter I could wipe out these freakazoids alone. Wesley is just another number in the equation.
And then you add the Cereal Man to the fix? Hasn't he becomes overrated. Something of the past? Like I said before he's just stale cereal. That generic brand on the end of the aisle everyone looks over. How many chances does cereal without mild get? That is he American way and he is American? So why not put him on back stock where he belongs with a 30% discount where he will still sit becoming stale with no sales, not even a person picking he box up to read the goddamn contents!
Then my tag partner Mr. No Name Wesley... What the fuck. Wesley... I thought you were a nigga for the longest but your just a peckerwood, another dull white dude trying to ride the coat tails of the black man. I told you, you big dummy, that I would be the first black 201 Champ! How do you like me now? WINNING my nigga!
Then there's Alex Haden, the best friend of Roy Speede. He's our World Champ, right? Well Haden I hope you have the same genetics of your buddy because right now I will get along with Mr. Action long enough to bury you. Hell me and my lil bro tag up and you two wouldn't stand a damn chance. Come on kid get in the ring with a high flying ninja like myself and see how you do. 1...2...3... Is what your gonna hear with each smack that comes down on the canvas. Your outta your league kiddo go back to the indie territories or be prepared to be turned into a goddamn Jabroni. You can be the milk to The Cereal Man and your already rotten bro.
[Jay stood, just out of bible study, and walked into his office staring in a mirror.]
Jay: Magic mirror on the wall who's the highest of them all?
[Rasta's face showing up in the mirror with dreadlocks hanging past his thinly framed shoulders. Jamaican colored beads where weaved into his dreads. Rasta took a hit out of a pipe, smoke settling around him, looking at Jay.]
Rasta: Me fool!
Jay: Besides your dark skinned negro ass FOOL!
Rasta: John?
Jay: Say what nigga!?
Rasta: Gertrude? She drinks a lot of holy water, Padre!
Jay: You just guessin. Magic mirror my ass.
Rasta: Rasta is da man. The REAL African sensation.
Jay: Bruh you're delusional.
Rasta: Shia LeBeouf is the highest of the all! There I said it my brotha!
Jay: I'm about to break you bitch!
Rasta: This ain't Snow White cuz!
Jay: That's it you non interracial piece of sh-
Rasta: Get your greasy chicken fingers off me! Your gonna bring yourself seven years of bad luck!
Jay: That's watermelon you ignorant fu-
Gertrude: Father!?
[Gertrude had walked in on one hell of a scene. Father Jay was on his office floor wrestling with a mirror obviously talking crap to the "Magic mirror" as well. When Jay saw Gertrude he popped up quickly straightening his clothes out.]
Gertrude: Father please tell me this isn't like what happened at the Gazebo...
Jay: No Gertrude, this damn mirror is talking shit.
Gertrude: Oh lord Father mirrors don't talk!
Jay: This ones special, and I don't mean retarded special!
Gertrude: Oh Father your scaring me! Here this came from Action Wrestling.
[Gertrude placed the letter on the Jays desk and hurried out of the room as he sat down cutting open the letter to reveal its contents.]
Jay: WHAT THE FUCK!? Thant can't be right.
[Jay squinted his eyes looking closer at the envelope.]
Jay: A tag match? Well go fuck me.
[He slammed the letter down in frustration looking over at the unbroken mirror on the floor.]
Jay: Me and Mr. Mysterious will tag together. A man I took the strap from just last week and now we are a tag tea? Are Gravedigger and Torture stupid? I'm always up for a win but this guy is going to want me to suffer. Why A-Dub owners? Are you punishing me because of my brother John? No matter I could wipe out these freakazoids alone. Wesley is just another number in the equation.
And then you add the Cereal Man to the fix? Hasn't he becomes overrated. Something of the past? Like I said before he's just stale cereal. That generic brand on the end of the aisle everyone looks over. How many chances does cereal without mild get? That is he American way and he is American? So why not put him on back stock where he belongs with a 30% discount where he will still sit becoming stale with no sales, not even a person picking he box up to read the goddamn contents!
Then my tag partner Mr. No Name Wesley... What the fuck. Wesley... I thought you were a nigga for the longest but your just a peckerwood, another dull white dude trying to ride the coat tails of the black man. I told you, you big dummy, that I would be the first black 201 Champ! How do you like me now? WINNING my nigga!
Then there's Alex Haden, the best friend of Roy Speede. He's our World Champ, right? Well Haden I hope you have the same genetics of your buddy because right now I will get along with Mr. Action long enough to bury you. Hell me and my lil bro tag up and you two wouldn't stand a damn chance. Come on kid get in the ring with a high flying ninja like myself and see how you do. 1...2...3... Is what your gonna hear with each smack that comes down on the canvas. Your outta your league kiddo go back to the indie territories or be prepared to be turned into a goddamn Jabroni. You can be the milk to The Cereal Man and your already rotten bro.