Post by Jay Impact on Jun 28, 2020 14:19:31 GMT -5
Scene opens inside the lockerroom of Jay Impact where Jay is wearing his casual wrestling attire and pareparing for his match when he receives a moderate knock on his room's door. He walks up to the door and opens it to be surprised for a nano second then smiles at that person.
Jay Impact: Whoa! I knew that Franky won't be knocking that moderately.
Candace: Fraky? So you've made a new friend here?
Jay Impact: No! I haven't got that soft yet. I am talking about the guy that invaded my lockerroom two weeks ago.
Candace: Ooooh! Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! I have been gaurding my lockerroom VERY carefully ever sense. I've got plenty of my personal stuff in this room including my underwear. I cannot trust that son of a gun and take him lightly on that. What if he steals my boxer that I wear while wrestling.
Candace: You don't need to go that deep to explain me all that.
Jay Impact: I have to, I have ordered some CCTV security cameras from Amazon but they are taking forever you know. The whole lockdown thingy and the delayed shipments. I sometimes feel like to call 911 and tell them that we've got a COVID-19 positive patient to be taken away and quarantine on immediate basis and his name is Yanky.
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, Rumpke! But anyways, what brought you this evening? Is it that you are going to join SFT fulltime and wants me to take you to Troy's office?
Candace: Joey?
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! Joey! He is one heck of a kind gentleman regardless of how ruthlessly he stripped me off of the SFT Intercontinental Championship. He likes your style and will prolly come up with the best offer for you that you can't refuse.
Candace: Are you brainwashing me into all this? I mean didn't we have an agreement that I will be part of this whole thing just for the sake of the Lethal Lottery tournament?
Jay Impact: Yes, but things have been changing lately. I thought you are wise enough to recognize that. You have been stripped off of the United States Championship and awarded to someone to who carrying a championship is like giving a coconut into a money's hand. Who knows no true purpose of holding a championship title.
Candace: Hmmm!
Jay Impact: This place is a lot more better than where you actually are. Here people are awarded the points based upon their skills and potential. Irrespective of how this place is a little messy with people like Vassiliky walking...
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah! People like Rumpke walking around, throwing spitting vodka on people's face and defecating in their pants but their farts reeks of honesty.
Candace: Jay, please, why do you always have to come up with some vulgar examples to explain whatever you want to explain?
Jay Impact: Well how else do you want me to explain fart? Emit wind that passes from the anus? Does that sound pretentious?
Candace: Okay, enough before I puke on your face. Thanks for the advice but I will have to leave and talk to you when you are sober.
Jay Impact: Yeah, right! Me talking about fart is disgusting while you puking on people's face is phenomenally natural. Later!
Candace in a rush walks up to the door but before she exits, Rumpke walks by the Jay's lockerroom noticing the whole conversation but him and Candace and stops by blocking her way.
Rumpke: Hello young lady. May I ask what you were doing in my lockerroom with that gentleman inside?
Candace turns around to Jay and looks at him with a contempt look.
Candace: Here we go, deal with him accordingly. He is a heavy debts you need to pay for your vulgar way of explaining things.
Jay Impact: Look dude, if you get your hands off of my room's door I will give you Candace's phone number.
Rumpke: How about your phone number?
Jay Impact: Mine?
Rumpke: Yes! We can call eachother late at night and talk a bit romantic like those old vintage movies.
Candace laughs out loud but then covers her mouth and immediately walks out of the room. Rumpke stares at her until she disappears from the hallway. Jay walks up to Rumpke as Rumpke turns his attention toward Impact. Impact deliberately looks at his nameplate on the lockerroom's door that reads "Jay Impact". Rumpke wastes no time holds on to that plate while wobbles a little beat and tears that plate off of the door.
Rumpke: Now tell me what does it say?
Jay Impact: Why don't you read it yourself?
Rumpke turns his attention back to the papersheet behind that plate which he teared off, it still reads "Jay Impact". Rumpke gets surprised to see that but he doesn't believe in his eyes so he calls out one of the SFT backstage crew that is executing some task in the hall way.
Rumpke: Hey, you, ass****! Tell me what does that really read? Because this guy may take advantages of my drunkenness.
SFT Worker: It says Jay Imapct, sir!
Jay Impact: What did you say?
SFT Worker: Jay Impact!
Jay Impact: Ah! Say it one more time right in my ear.
Jay brings his face closer to the SFT crew member and turns his right ear to him. Out of a blue Rumpke pushes the SFT worker aside and bites on Jay's ear as Jay yells and screams out of a pain.
Jay Impact: You son of a ******!
Rumpke immediately runs off before Jay could execute any move whatsoever, his ear gets partially bitten and starts to bleed a little bit. Rumpke didn't run far when he steps his own feet while running and falls to the ground, falling flat on the face and breaks his wine bottle into pieces. The worker who was seeing the whole scene couldn't figure out what to do so he asked for the EMTs to be called.
Jay Impact: No need to call anyone. I am alright.. it is.. just a ... little bit of blood I guess. Jeez! Do you know that song by Baha Men "Who Let The Dogs Out?" That song really befits that son of a gun.
SFT Worker: Why don't you issue him a challenge for one on one match?
Jay Impact: I will! I will! Actually my hands are all full this week. Last week I qualified for Brutal Liamgary Round Two..
SFT Worker: You mean Lethal Lottery Round Two?
Jay Impact: Yeah! Letahl Lottery Round Two! I teamed up with some guy that is partially blonde, a lost twin of Darren Maddox but a lot more better than him. We kicked some really suor and sorry asses of Lerry Chambers and Memo (Louis Cypher & Jamo) neat and clean. But now that guy ...
Jay scratches his head to remember the name of his partner from Lethal Lottery Round One.
Staff Worker: Reno Destiny!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! Deno Restiny! He is teaming up with Candace tonight against The Captain Impact and Bayard Taylor.
SFT Worker: Never heard of him.
Jay Impact: The guy who Candace and Cassandra faced on round one.
SFT Worker: Robert Saints!
Jay Impact: No, the other one.
SFT Worker: Lucas Balkan!
Jay Impact: Yeah him! Luke Barnabas! One of the luckiest thing that could ever happen to his life is he has got a chance to team up with such a celebrity who not only can entertain people but very savage when it comes to bury people's face in the ring and force them to admit their weakness but they're not as impactful as me. I won't mind if he asks my autograph before or after the match. I love my fans and Christopher Marlowe will definitely...
SFT Worker: Lucas Balkan you mean?
Jay Impact: Yeah him, he will be definitely be having goosebumps right now and might haven't slept the whole night after finding out that he is teaming up with a future Hall of Famer that is going to smack both Alexander Pushkin and ...
SFT Worker: Reno Destiny!
Jay Impact: Stop interrupting me when I am talking. You already know who I am talking about so it doesn't matter if I mispronounce any name.
SFT Worker: I am sorry! I won't do that but I have a question for you. How come you forget people's name but you don't forget your own?
Jay Impact: What exactly should I be forgetting in my name? Take a look at it. It reads JAY! So easy peasy to write, read and pronounce. Even if you remove the letter 'A' and 'Y' from my name it will still pronounce Jay. How captivating! I have explored so much to the general public because after this promo goes out people are going to give my name to their new born babies. Even the president of ICW.. Troy.. No ..
SFT Worker: Joey.
Jay Impact: Yes, Joey! Even his name is useless without 'J' in it. So 'J' is everywhere like pantheism. Imagine if people call Joey only 'Oey!' that sounds like a very fake orgasm any prostitute could ever produce.
Jay smiles out of arrogance and haughtiness of his own mythological hypothesis but still very much confident about his match and ready to qualify for the next round. Jay closes his room's room after cutting off the conversation as the scene fades into black.
Jay Impact: Whoa! I knew that Franky won't be knocking that moderately.
Candace: Fraky? So you've made a new friend here?
Jay Impact: No! I haven't got that soft yet. I am talking about the guy that invaded my lockerroom two weeks ago.
Candace: Ooooh! Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! I have been gaurding my lockerroom VERY carefully ever sense. I've got plenty of my personal stuff in this room including my underwear. I cannot trust that son of a gun and take him lightly on that. What if he steals my boxer that I wear while wrestling.
Candace: You don't need to go that deep to explain me all that.
Jay Impact: I have to, I have ordered some CCTV security cameras from Amazon but they are taking forever you know. The whole lockdown thingy and the delayed shipments. I sometimes feel like to call 911 and tell them that we've got a COVID-19 positive patient to be taken away and quarantine on immediate basis and his name is Yanky.
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, Rumpke! But anyways, what brought you this evening? Is it that you are going to join SFT fulltime and wants me to take you to Troy's office?
Candace: Joey?
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! Joey! He is one heck of a kind gentleman regardless of how ruthlessly he stripped me off of the SFT Intercontinental Championship. He likes your style and will prolly come up with the best offer for you that you can't refuse.
Candace: Are you brainwashing me into all this? I mean didn't we have an agreement that I will be part of this whole thing just for the sake of the Lethal Lottery tournament?
Jay Impact: Yes, but things have been changing lately. I thought you are wise enough to recognize that. You have been stripped off of the United States Championship and awarded to someone to who carrying a championship is like giving a coconut into a money's hand. Who knows no true purpose of holding a championship title.
Candace: Hmmm!
Jay Impact: This place is a lot more better than where you actually are. Here people are awarded the points based upon their skills and potential. Irrespective of how this place is a little messy with people like Vassiliky walking...
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah! People like Rumpke walking around, throwing spitting vodka on people's face and defecating in their pants but their farts reeks of honesty.
Candace: Jay, please, why do you always have to come up with some vulgar examples to explain whatever you want to explain?
Jay Impact: Well how else do you want me to explain fart? Emit wind that passes from the anus? Does that sound pretentious?
Candace: Okay, enough before I puke on your face. Thanks for the advice but I will have to leave and talk to you when you are sober.
Jay Impact: Yeah, right! Me talking about fart is disgusting while you puking on people's face is phenomenally natural. Later!
Candace in a rush walks up to the door but before she exits, Rumpke walks by the Jay's lockerroom noticing the whole conversation but him and Candace and stops by blocking her way.
Rumpke: Hello young lady. May I ask what you were doing in my lockerroom with that gentleman inside?
Candace turns around to Jay and looks at him with a contempt look.
Candace: Here we go, deal with him accordingly. He is a heavy debts you need to pay for your vulgar way of explaining things.
Jay Impact: Look dude, if you get your hands off of my room's door I will give you Candace's phone number.
Rumpke: How about your phone number?
Jay Impact: Mine?
Rumpke: Yes! We can call eachother late at night and talk a bit romantic like those old vintage movies.
Candace laughs out loud but then covers her mouth and immediately walks out of the room. Rumpke stares at her until she disappears from the hallway. Jay walks up to Rumpke as Rumpke turns his attention toward Impact. Impact deliberately looks at his nameplate on the lockerroom's door that reads "Jay Impact". Rumpke wastes no time holds on to that plate while wobbles a little beat and tears that plate off of the door.
Rumpke: Now tell me what does it say?
Jay Impact: Why don't you read it yourself?
Rumpke turns his attention back to the papersheet behind that plate which he teared off, it still reads "Jay Impact". Rumpke gets surprised to see that but he doesn't believe in his eyes so he calls out one of the SFT backstage crew that is executing some task in the hall way.
Rumpke: Hey, you, ass****! Tell me what does that really read? Because this guy may take advantages of my drunkenness.
SFT Worker: It says Jay Imapct, sir!
Jay Impact: What did you say?
SFT Worker: Jay Impact!
Jay Impact: Ah! Say it one more time right in my ear.
Jay brings his face closer to the SFT crew member and turns his right ear to him. Out of a blue Rumpke pushes the SFT worker aside and bites on Jay's ear as Jay yells and screams out of a pain.
Jay Impact: You son of a ******!
Rumpke immediately runs off before Jay could execute any move whatsoever, his ear gets partially bitten and starts to bleed a little bit. Rumpke didn't run far when he steps his own feet while running and falls to the ground, falling flat on the face and breaks his wine bottle into pieces. The worker who was seeing the whole scene couldn't figure out what to do so he asked for the EMTs to be called.
Jay Impact: No need to call anyone. I am alright.. it is.. just a ... little bit of blood I guess. Jeez! Do you know that song by Baha Men "Who Let The Dogs Out?" That song really befits that son of a gun.
SFT Worker: Why don't you issue him a challenge for one on one match?
Jay Impact: I will! I will! Actually my hands are all full this week. Last week I qualified for Brutal Liamgary Round Two..
SFT Worker: You mean Lethal Lottery Round Two?
Jay Impact: Yeah! Letahl Lottery Round Two! I teamed up with some guy that is partially blonde, a lost twin of Darren Maddox but a lot more better than him. We kicked some really suor and sorry asses of Lerry Chambers and Memo (Louis Cypher & Jamo) neat and clean. But now that guy ...
Jay scratches his head to remember the name of his partner from Lethal Lottery Round One.
Staff Worker: Reno Destiny!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! Deno Restiny! He is teaming up with Candace tonight against The Captain Impact and Bayard Taylor.
SFT Worker: Never heard of him.
Jay Impact: The guy who Candace and Cassandra faced on round one.
SFT Worker: Robert Saints!
Jay Impact: No, the other one.
SFT Worker: Lucas Balkan!
Jay Impact: Yeah him! Luke Barnabas! One of the luckiest thing that could ever happen to his life is he has got a chance to team up with such a celebrity who not only can entertain people but very savage when it comes to bury people's face in the ring and force them to admit their weakness but they're not as impactful as me. I won't mind if he asks my autograph before or after the match. I love my fans and Christopher Marlowe will definitely...
SFT Worker: Lucas Balkan you mean?
Jay Impact: Yeah him, he will be definitely be having goosebumps right now and might haven't slept the whole night after finding out that he is teaming up with a future Hall of Famer that is going to smack both Alexander Pushkin and ...
SFT Worker: Reno Destiny!
Jay Impact: Stop interrupting me when I am talking. You already know who I am talking about so it doesn't matter if I mispronounce any name.
SFT Worker: I am sorry! I won't do that but I have a question for you. How come you forget people's name but you don't forget your own?
Jay Impact: What exactly should I be forgetting in my name? Take a look at it. It reads JAY! So easy peasy to write, read and pronounce. Even if you remove the letter 'A' and 'Y' from my name it will still pronounce Jay. How captivating! I have explored so much to the general public because after this promo goes out people are going to give my name to their new born babies. Even the president of ICW.. Troy.. No ..
SFT Worker: Joey.
Jay Impact: Yes, Joey! Even his name is useless without 'J' in it. So 'J' is everywhere like pantheism. Imagine if people call Joey only 'Oey!' that sounds like a very fake orgasm any prostitute could ever produce.
Jay smiles out of arrogance and haughtiness of his own mythological hypothesis but still very much confident about his match and ready to qualify for the next round. Jay closes his room's room after cutting off the conversation as the scene fades into black.
