Post by John Black on Feb 12, 2021 20:50:56 GMT -5
[It simply opens up with JB at his home, where we see him writing letters on his journal on his kitchen table, as he writes he writes it for no one in particular. As he’s written enough on the paper, he then stop to take a break from writing and he goes out to his window near the living room to watch the rain pour down, as the rain hit the window sill he then closes his eyes to reminisce his days playing in the rain. But then his phone goes off on the table, and he opens his eyes to head there to see Amanda calling him, which he begrudgingly picks up.]
JB: What do you want Amanda?
Amanda: I want to let you know something, I called the engagement off with him. I can’t stand him at all, and I want you, John.
JB: No you don’t you talkin outcha ass, and I don’t need you or anyone stress me out right now. I’m dealing with too much stress.
Amanda: John, please let me have a chance with you. I know you, and I feel like we can have a connection. I know you want me in your life, and we can start new bond.
JB: No, Amanda… i’m just too over tryin to build relationships, right now. As much you want to be in my life, I can’t let anyone get to me. I am free bird who wants to find his own nest, you might be hopeless romantic but i anit.
Amanda: … Fine John, I see how it is.
[JB then hangs up on her, then he goes back to the window to continue to look into the rain, then goes to the couch to take a nap. As he was in deep sleep, ended up dreaming about himself in club somewhere with himself and nobody else around. As he walks around to the bar, he is approached by some female fatale in a red dress who taps him on the shoulders. He turns around to see Amanda, who had a gun on her aiming it at John’s chest.]
JB: Whoa whoa now, you don’t need to shoot… i’ll do anything you want, please don’t shoot!
F.F. Amanda: Anything?
JB: Yes ANYTHING!
[Then F.F. Amanda hands him the gun, and she goes to the dance floor. As “Blood on the dance floor” by MJ plays on the speakers, the lights turn red and she lure him into the floor to dance. As JB dance with her, she brings him close to her, and she licks his ear, which JB rolled his eyes too.]
F.F. Amanda: You know John, you got moves… and I like that, so now… I want you to something even better.
JB: Wha— what would that be?
F.F. Amanda: Close your eyes… don’t peak!
[Then he closes his eyes, and we see her bring someone in sack over their face to the floor. Then she taps him on the shoulder, and he opens his eyes to see someone held hostage, she pulls the sack over to revel a Darren Marsh look a like. As JB looked shocked, she telepathically made him pull the gun out of his pocket and aim it on his head. JB tried to stop the force, but to no avail he could.]
F.F. Amanda: I want you to shoot your oppressor John, shoot him dead in the face. Let his blood roam free… I know how much he’s costed you. I can tell he makes your life a living hell… so end this man’s suffering.
JB: Hell no, I am not going to shoot this innocent victim. I don’t know what sick game you are making me play, but I want no part of this. If can leave this place, i will lea—
F.F. Amanda: NO JOHN!
[Then she raises his hand up with the gun, and she brought the victim closer to the gun. John tries to put his arm down, but the force was to strong. She then comes up behind him, tempting him to shoot the bystander, then he pushes her off him and aims the gun to her.]
JB: You anit finna make shoot nobody, bitch!
F.F. Amanda: Have it your way…
[Then she made the bystander head exploded like that scene from Scanners, and JB immediately wakes up from this nap, and the scene closes off with him going back to the kitchen table.]
======A Thin Line between love and hate=====
“Wired dreams don’t hurt nobody, I guess it my own subconscious that was telling me me that she’s nobody to mess with. I guess that what i get for turning her down, she’s like Freddy and i’m like Nancy, all just in the context of predator vs prey kinda ordeal. But on the same tip, since I also had to deal with hurting Darren Marsh, I somewhat chosen to not waste him in my own nap since at some point, i’ll do it in reality at some point here, come hell or high water, y’ah feel meh?
Monday can’t come anymore soon where I am taking on a rich blooded male, who seems to have the world on his hands. He’s the kinda of guy, who if I was back in my old scheming ways, i’d rob in daylight and take whatever he’s holding in his possession, it could be his keys… wallet… shoes.. whatever I could image I could rip off from him, and sell to the people at the swap meet for a low low price of 40 bones and some bubblegum; I know his shit would cost way more than that, but it’s just me talking out the ass. But to be real, he might be threat to the others in here, but I see him nothing more as a man who’s going to feel the rage of the black man like myself, so much rage he’s gonna need his Jennifer Coolidge looking mother of his to stop me from hurting a this man…
And his name is Jayson Price…
With a name like that, I would love to come and collect the head of Jayson, and take the bounty if there was one in the process. But, he’s lucky that isn’t the case, because it’d be terrible if he goes out like Jaystation… too soon, fuck em… anyways, I have a message to tell to that man.
Jayson, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. All I know, is that you are one cocky son of gun, and you might be detested by the fans, but I know you might be huge on the side of the rich republicans who stomped on the capital a month ago, and maybe you might be rich enough for people to look to the other side. Hell, you make Steve Austin look like Rico if he drunk tequila, and proclaimed to the world how much of a jackass he is to the delight of none.
I know you’ve had all the accomplishments in other territories and the like, and i can say I am glad for you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t go easy on you. You see, you might have won a lot of shit, but you haven’t face a man like me who don’t give a fuck about others accomplishments outside of this place, you could have been a multi time WCF World Supreme T-Shirt champion, and i’ll still not be impressed. You couldn’t even handle me in a real fight, since you’d be too busy checking your reflection like a narcissist you are and worry about me giving you reconstructive surgery with my fist down your throat.
So Jayson, we can go to war if you want, and even if you still stand in that ring… i’ll be moving on up like a soulja that I be. Fuck the whole idea of being the man of the ring, when you can overtake and overthrow the man out of the ring. This coming Monday won’t be nothing new, it’s just going to be me beating your ass into mat until you swim in your pool of your vomit of blood and leftover beer you had before you show’d your face against me.
Watch your back.. Jayson Price, i’m coming to collect that check of an ass whooping that i’m planing to put on you.”