Post by John Black on Apr 1, 2021 21:49:13 GMT -5
[We see the Match Madness match in full, that lead into the infamous finish between JB and Tyler. Then after the match was done, JB just left the arena with his bags and headed to his hotel. After couple of days after the event, we see him hanging out with his friends Reggie and Tommy in the bar, getting some drinks at night. While Reggie and Tommy got their shots in, JB eyes drifted off elsewhere which caused Tommy to look at him oddly.]
T: You okay dude?
JB: Yeah, don’t mind me, just got a lot on my mind.
T: Man, you know you can tell us anything. I mean anything!
Reggie: Hey T, just leave him be… he’s got too much on his plate right now, plus he got KO’ed by Harvey Marx and got the double pin spot last ppv!
[As Reggie and Tommy were laughing in a jokey manner, JB remained stoic as he seen them laugh at his issues in Action Wrestling. Then he takes a shot of whiskey, and pours some more in the shot glass. Then they are approached by two girls in their mid 20s, wearing THUGS merch on them, one of them tapped JB on the shoulder to get his attention.]
Some Girl #1: Hey John, can you sign my poster I have of you?
JB: Sure!
[Then she unrolls the poster of Harvey Marx posing over JB in their boxing match, and he quickly shuts them down, and eyes them a “Fuck Off” signal which they flee quickly. As he takes another shot, he slams the glass hard onto the table, which somehow broke in the process. Then Tommy and Reggie look at him in slight fear.]
Reggie: Whoa JB, what’s the matter with you? You know how much those glasses costed us to use?...
JB: I’m fuckin sorry!... no I’m not, I’m at a point if I hear someone mention I got KO’ed by Harvey or that bullshit finish at my ppv outing… I swear I’m going to murder someone in this bar tonight! If I got to jail, don’t bother bailing me out.
Reggie: You need to chill out, JB. Ever since you’ve came back to Action Wrestling you haven’t been the happy go lucky, free spirited JB we knew. You seem so seriously cold and distant, why is that?
JB: You want to know the truth, I’m at a point where I feel like I am a nobody within Action Wrestling. I mean, I’ve established that with other place last time when I decided to show my face and shoot on em hard. But, that’s a different story but now… shit…
[Then they see three jock type frat boys coming to their table, and they gave all three men a look of “why are you at our table?” and while Tommy and Reggie looked at them back, one of them start to mess with his mask on his face.]
Jocky Prick #3: Why you got that stupid mask on your face?... is it because you just suck at life and can’t get laid?... or the fact that you got punked by some Kingpin last time?... you can’t box for shit!
[Then all the jocks start to laugh and call JB some names, lets just say they said BIGGER every ten seconds, then in JB state of calmness he then looks at the Jock who was harassing him, and looks like a Harvey Wippleman version of Tyler Matthews in his frat jacket. JB then stands up and towers over him, he then he extends his hands out, then he looks at JB with fear as he signals him to choose.]
JB: Pick a hand…
Jocky Prick #3: What you talkin about pick a hand?
JB: I said pick one, you got 30 seconds before I choose.. and you don’t want to bet on black man like to on a craps table.
Jocky Prick #2: Man fuck this guy, let’s leave these losers alone!
Jocky Prick #1: Yeah man, this guy isn’t worth the trouble tonight!
[Then the third jock then takes his jacket off and hands it to the second jock, then he looks at JB’s hand and he picks the right one. JB then throws the left hook on his jaw which knocked him out, and the two jocks run off. JB then sits back on the table, and Reggie and Tommy claps for him.]
T: You sure showed him and his boys here, I know that kid is gonna feel it next week on his jaw. You gave him a good shinner.
Reggie: You sure did, you still feel angry at all now?
[JB then pours some more whiskey down his throat, and nods his head no and all three men drink the night away. The next day, JB is at his crib laying in bed and tossing and turning, then he get out of the bed and heads to the living room and turns on some TV to watch the news, then he see’s the same guy who he knocked out, in his suit in a court hearing for an unspecified charges.]
JB: Severs you right punk, may this broken justice system burn your white ass.
[Then he sits on the couch, and he changes the channel and he gets a phone call from Tommy which he answers.]
JB: Yo, T?
T: Hey man, I just thinking about this idea I had in my head.
JB: What’s the idea?
T: Before I tell you, I need to know… how much you get paid over there?
JB: I’m not sure, enough I guess for a living.
T: Well… I want to jump the titanic ship into the carnival cruiseline you’ve been riding in for so long. I want in, and continue with our THUGS shit.
JB: Hey now man, you aren’t ready for all that. It’s best for me to roll alone in this place, and find my own way as a nobody of Action Wrestling. Maybe down the line, I’ll make some arrangements for you to join me.
T: You promise?
JB: You have my balls and my word, Tommy. Later ma—
[Then the scene shuts off into a static void… nahh, we cut to JB standing at a rooftop somewhere in his neighborhood store, drinking out of a flask of an unknown substance, sitting on the concrete ground.]
“I guess I have violent personality if pushed the wrong way, looks like I am not going to be good for the kids who look up to me, I’m no superhero, hell I’m not even in the same league as someone like a high roller named Marx or even to someone like the mega star Tyler Matthews. I am in my own league, which is basically me being a nobody in this place. I get enough shit as is, but sometimes I got to get loose and beat up people who piss me off.
You want to know what pissed me off more then that boxing match?...
This Match Madness thing, where somehow me and Tyler somehow got each of our victims in a pinning situation, where the ref didn’t even do the count right. If they wanted to, the ref should have been bugged in his ear to count Tyler’s pin attempt and have him win the damn thing. Like I said before, he’s a “mega star” within Action Wrestling for a reason; and they don’t want their little man lose his creds against the likes of me.
Now, we are in a match to decide who’s the true winner of this thing, a thing that isn’t even a thing to me as much as it would be for him. I’m going to keep it real with you fans, this match is going to be pound for pound, roughneck shit that will put their mega star in the ICU; yeah, I’m going to destroy that white boy and leave him in a ditch where Cobain resides till this day, yes I went there, he’s no worse then Elvis, since he didn’t die in a toilet.
Do I wish total death on Tyler Matthews, no…
But I did wish that ref counted his fall, so he doesn’t have to experience what a real ass whoopin by the likes of me. This won’t be no regular match, Tyler, I’m going to bring the thug out of me and have the people in Nashville riot out the building once I am finished with you, come hell or high water, Tyler. I am not holding nothing back against you or the people of Nashville in that arena next Monday from now.
So Tyler, watch your step kid… you gon come up missing this Clash.”
[Then it shuts off into the Action Wrestling logo.]