Post by Jay Impact on Aug 6, 2020 7:27:36 GMT -5
The scene opens outside Saint Louis Cemetery where Candace resides. A Harley-Davidson Fat Boy appears and stops by the gate of the yard, driven by none other than Jay Impact. Jay is wearing black leather motorcycle jacket with numerous bullet holes throughout and heavy distressing and tears to the back. A pair of black custom-made faux-leather trousers are paired with the jacket and wearing a replica of Persol Ratti 58230 glasses - pretending to be a Terminator from the movie.
Jay Impact: I sink I have seen zis place befour!
Jay walks toward the main gateway and stares at the whole cemetery from the outside before pushing the gate and enters the yard. He walks up to the restroom of SFT IC Champ Candace and knocks on her door. Candace opens the door and is surprised to see Jay wearing a Terminator outfit, offering his hand to her.
Jay Impact: Hello, Say-RA Connor! Leev wiz me if you want to cum.
Candace giggles and responds back to Impact with a surprising look over her face.
Candace: WHAT?!
Jay Impact: I mean, come weez me if you want to leev!
Candace: Right! So what are you now? A Terminator?
Jay Impact: Negative! I am a Termi-Jaytor ! An organatic cyberism - metal tissues over a living endoskeleton.
Candace: Wait! Did you mean, a cybernetic organism - living tissues over a metal endoskeleton?
Jay Impact: Affirmative!... GET DOWN!!!!
Jay yells at Candace to get down, takes out a 12 gauge shotgun from underneath his jjacket, cock spinning it and headshots to a scarecrow which Candace has put over her vegetable garden. That frustrates her out of a sudden.
Candace: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, JAY?...
Jay Impact: Was that John Connor?
Candace: No! That was a freaking lifeless, spiritless, and a motionless scarecrow which I created with my two magnificent hands, and you just mercilessly shot it.
Jay Impact: Of course, I am a Termi-Jaytor! .. GET DOWN!!!!
Jay again raises his shotgun to redo another round but Candace blocks his way and grabs the gun’s slide.
Candace: Give me that thing…! Give it to me before you do any more damages around here.
Candace immediately snatches the shotgun, opens its container and drops all the shells to the ground and throws the gun inside her room which lands over her bed.
Candace: Where did you get this gun? And is it even licensed?
Jay Impact: Don’t worry, girl, it's Trump’s land. It is cool to own a gun without license as long as you are a caucasian. Especially if you are standing with a firearm in front of an Arab like you, a race that is always guilty until proven innocent.
Jay winks at Candace, mocking her for having the Arab origin.
Candace: Ha-ha-ha! I don’t know at what part I was supposed to laugh. You bigot!
Jay Impact: .... TALK TO THE HAND!! ...
Jay Impact takes off his sunglasses and the jacket and finds a place to hand it over to Candace to hang it somewhere.
Jay Impact: I don’t know how much longer I can hold this. Phew! I have been driving all the way to New Orleans from Beaumont. Won’t you even ask me for a glass of water? It was almost 04 hours drive and my back had started cracking.
Candace: How come a Terminat… no, a Termi-Jaytor needs a glass of water?
Jay Impact: Come on, man! Enough with this whole Terminator thingy.
Candace: Who started?
Jay Impact: Okay, okay, my bad, my bad. Bring me something if you want to see me live. I won’t mind a glass of juice.
Candace smiles and goes inside her room and brings a glass of fresh sugarcane juice.
Jay Impact: Man! That feels refreshing. Looks like I have been born again in this whole new place. By the way, where is that SFT Intercontinental title?
Candace: You mean MY SFT Intercontinental title?
Jay Impact: Well it was mine once upon a time.
Candace: That was whole once upon a time thing, Jay. Now I am its rightful custodian.
Jay Impact: Not until the next Titans. You know you have got to face it against the Toilet.
Candace: Toilet?!!! Oh you mean Twilight.
Jay Impact: Yeah, whatever, they both sound almost the same.
Candace: It does. How about you? You prepared for your hardcore match on Titans?
Jay Impact: Of course, I am Termi-Jaytor! JUST KIDDING.. JUST.. KIDDING!!!! You know I freaking love these non-traditional matches. In fact I don’t like being booked in a standard match because it doesn’t involve any foreign object to be used in order to play some hardcore drum on your opponent’s body. Just look at the history of my matches ever since I came back to this business. Hell in a Cell kicked Enforcer’s ass to win the Payne Title. Elimination Chamber I won my first ICW World Title. The Chair match and I opened the skull of Faulkner…
Candace: Reaper!
Jay Impact: Yeah him, Reaper! I opened his skull in the chairs match to win the SFT Intercontinental Title which has accidentally fallen over your shoulders.
Candace sighs and rolls her eyes.
Jay Impact: I hope you haven’t forgotten what happened on last Titans when I creeped and beat the hell out of Adeline.
Candace: Apokalypse!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! Do you see any differences? We both held the IC Titles and we both have beaten the same guy within a seven days gap. In fact, I am not happy about how come Marijuana Pepsi Jackson is going for a SFT Heavyweight Title while I am still in the waiting line.
Candace: Marijuana Pepsi Jackson? Who the hell is that now?
Jay Impact: The guy I beat last week.
Candace: Apokalypse!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! It doesn’t matter what his name is. The fact of the matter is that it is SO TOTALLY unfair that I have been put in a hardcore match against Ripley..
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, Rumpke! I have been put in a hardcore match against him when I have already proven to be the best of the best in SFT. Don’t believe me? Ask one of those fans who are carrying Andromeda’s (Apokalypse) tooth that might have been put up for auction on eBay. But guess what? Nobody’s gonna buy it. Because it's worth less than my fart.
Candace: Disgusting! Next?
Jay Impact: As for Bentley..
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, Rumpke! As for him so he was already shortlisted by me ever since he invaded my locker room. I am keeping my eye out for him, he makes one wrong move and he’s done by me. If anyone is upset for what I have done with Aleksanteri (Apokalypse), they gotta blame Murphy (Rumpke) for that because never was he fully supposed to lose his tooth as well as his match with me if Drunkee (Rumpke) didn’t interfere and turn that standard match into a hardcore one. But that was a good call, you know why?
Candace: Why?
Jay Impact: Because warning to Wrigley (Rumpke) has been triggered after he changed the match’s stipulation. Many people think that he ruined the match. No, he didn’t, rather, he helped me stand differently from the rest of the rosters, the best of the best that enjoys the non-standard matches where thirst, blood and brutality are destined for anyone who enters in that match. I am not afraid stepping into another hardcore match and this time against Whiskey…
Candace: Jay, I am sure Whiskey is one of the drinks that he likes but his name is Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah him! Rumpke, a walking, talking bottle of Whiskey, Champagne, Vodka or whatever you call him, by the end of the night he will be needing none of them and instead being treated by the nurses and dripped to IV. Because once the match is over, he will lose so much of his blood that Docs will be forced to recommend IV fluids as the final solution to keep him alive.
Candace: I wonder if you want me to be in your corner during this match?
Jay Impact: No! I don’t want you to get hurt by the amount of stink Barney (Rumpke) has got. But I want you to do me a favor. Would you?
Candace: What’s that?
Jay picks up his leather jacket and puts it on his body and wears back his sunglasses and turning back to Terminator mode.
Jay Impact: I need your Bootz, your Cloz, and your MotorZycle.. NOW!!
Candace: Sorry but my boots are too small for you, my clothes are too dark and I do not own any Motorcycle. Anything else?
Jay Impact: Okay, then, Hasta la vista, baby!
Candace: Where are you going?
Jay Impact: Don’t worry, I’LL BE BACK!
The Terminator music starts playing in the background as Jay walks inside Candace’s room, grabs his 12 gauge shotgun, reloads all the rounds and leaves the cemetery without making any further mess. Candace nods her head and moves toward her vegetable garden to fix the scarecrow as the scene fades out to black.
Jay Impact: I sink I have seen zis place befour!
Jay walks toward the main gateway and stares at the whole cemetery from the outside before pushing the gate and enters the yard. He walks up to the restroom of SFT IC Champ Candace and knocks on her door. Candace opens the door and is surprised to see Jay wearing a Terminator outfit, offering his hand to her.
Jay Impact: Hello, Say-RA Connor! Leev wiz me if you want to cum.
Candace giggles and responds back to Impact with a surprising look over her face.
Candace: WHAT?!
Jay Impact: I mean, come weez me if you want to leev!
Candace: Right! So what are you now? A Terminator?
Jay Impact: Negative! I am a Termi-Jaytor ! An organatic cyberism - metal tissues over a living endoskeleton.
Candace: Wait! Did you mean, a cybernetic organism - living tissues over a metal endoskeleton?
Jay Impact: Affirmative!... GET DOWN!!!!
Jay yells at Candace to get down, takes out a 12 gauge shotgun from underneath his jjacket, cock spinning it and headshots to a scarecrow which Candace has put over her vegetable garden. That frustrates her out of a sudden.
Candace: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, JAY?...
Jay Impact: Was that John Connor?
Candace: No! That was a freaking lifeless, spiritless, and a motionless scarecrow which I created with my two magnificent hands, and you just mercilessly shot it.
Jay Impact: Of course, I am a Termi-Jaytor! .. GET DOWN!!!!
Jay again raises his shotgun to redo another round but Candace blocks his way and grabs the gun’s slide.
Candace: Give me that thing…! Give it to me before you do any more damages around here.
Candace immediately snatches the shotgun, opens its container and drops all the shells to the ground and throws the gun inside her room which lands over her bed.
Candace: Where did you get this gun? And is it even licensed?
Jay Impact: Don’t worry, girl, it's Trump’s land. It is cool to own a gun without license as long as you are a caucasian. Especially if you are standing with a firearm in front of an Arab like you, a race that is always guilty until proven innocent.
Jay winks at Candace, mocking her for having the Arab origin.
Candace: Ha-ha-ha! I don’t know at what part I was supposed to laugh. You bigot!
Jay Impact: .... TALK TO THE HAND!! ...
Jay Impact takes off his sunglasses and the jacket and finds a place to hand it over to Candace to hang it somewhere.
Jay Impact: I don’t know how much longer I can hold this. Phew! I have been driving all the way to New Orleans from Beaumont. Won’t you even ask me for a glass of water? It was almost 04 hours drive and my back had started cracking.
Candace: How come a Terminat… no, a Termi-Jaytor needs a glass of water?
Jay Impact: Come on, man! Enough with this whole Terminator thingy.
Candace: Who started?
Jay Impact: Okay, okay, my bad, my bad. Bring me something if you want to see me live. I won’t mind a glass of juice.
Candace smiles and goes inside her room and brings a glass of fresh sugarcane juice.
Jay Impact: Man! That feels refreshing. Looks like I have been born again in this whole new place. By the way, where is that SFT Intercontinental title?
Candace: You mean MY SFT Intercontinental title?
Jay Impact: Well it was mine once upon a time.
Candace: That was whole once upon a time thing, Jay. Now I am its rightful custodian.
Jay Impact: Not until the next Titans. You know you have got to face it against the Toilet.
Candace: Toilet?!!! Oh you mean Twilight.
Jay Impact: Yeah, whatever, they both sound almost the same.
Candace: It does. How about you? You prepared for your hardcore match on Titans?
Jay Impact: Of course, I am Termi-Jaytor! JUST KIDDING.. JUST.. KIDDING!!!! You know I freaking love these non-traditional matches. In fact I don’t like being booked in a standard match because it doesn’t involve any foreign object to be used in order to play some hardcore drum on your opponent’s body. Just look at the history of my matches ever since I came back to this business. Hell in a Cell kicked Enforcer’s ass to win the Payne Title. Elimination Chamber I won my first ICW World Title. The Chair match and I opened the skull of Faulkner…
Candace: Reaper!
Jay Impact: Yeah him, Reaper! I opened his skull in the chairs match to win the SFT Intercontinental Title which has accidentally fallen over your shoulders.
Candace sighs and rolls her eyes.
Jay Impact: I hope you haven’t forgotten what happened on last Titans when I creeped and beat the hell out of Adeline.
Candace: Apokalypse!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! Do you see any differences? We both held the IC Titles and we both have beaten the same guy within a seven days gap. In fact, I am not happy about how come Marijuana Pepsi Jackson is going for a SFT Heavyweight Title while I am still in the waiting line.
Candace: Marijuana Pepsi Jackson? Who the hell is that now?
Jay Impact: The guy I beat last week.
Candace: Apokalypse!
Jay Impact: Yeah, him! It doesn’t matter what his name is. The fact of the matter is that it is SO TOTALLY unfair that I have been put in a hardcore match against Ripley..
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, Rumpke! I have been put in a hardcore match against him when I have already proven to be the best of the best in SFT. Don’t believe me? Ask one of those fans who are carrying Andromeda’s (Apokalypse) tooth that might have been put up for auction on eBay. But guess what? Nobody’s gonna buy it. Because it's worth less than my fart.
Candace: Disgusting! Next?
Jay Impact: As for Bentley..
Candace: Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah, Rumpke! As for him so he was already shortlisted by me ever since he invaded my locker room. I am keeping my eye out for him, he makes one wrong move and he’s done by me. If anyone is upset for what I have done with Aleksanteri (Apokalypse), they gotta blame Murphy (Rumpke) for that because never was he fully supposed to lose his tooth as well as his match with me if Drunkee (Rumpke) didn’t interfere and turn that standard match into a hardcore one. But that was a good call, you know why?
Candace: Why?
Jay Impact: Because warning to Wrigley (Rumpke) has been triggered after he changed the match’s stipulation. Many people think that he ruined the match. No, he didn’t, rather, he helped me stand differently from the rest of the rosters, the best of the best that enjoys the non-standard matches where thirst, blood and brutality are destined for anyone who enters in that match. I am not afraid stepping into another hardcore match and this time against Whiskey…
Candace: Jay, I am sure Whiskey is one of the drinks that he likes but his name is Rumpke!
Jay Impact: Yeah him! Rumpke, a walking, talking bottle of Whiskey, Champagne, Vodka or whatever you call him, by the end of the night he will be needing none of them and instead being treated by the nurses and dripped to IV. Because once the match is over, he will lose so much of his blood that Docs will be forced to recommend IV fluids as the final solution to keep him alive.
Candace: I wonder if you want me to be in your corner during this match?
Jay Impact: No! I don’t want you to get hurt by the amount of stink Barney (Rumpke) has got. But I want you to do me a favor. Would you?
Candace: What’s that?
Jay picks up his leather jacket and puts it on his body and wears back his sunglasses and turning back to Terminator mode.
Jay Impact: I need your Bootz, your Cloz, and your MotorZycle.. NOW!!
Candace: Sorry but my boots are too small for you, my clothes are too dark and I do not own any Motorcycle. Anything else?
Jay Impact: Okay, then, Hasta la vista, baby!
Candace: Where are you going?
Jay Impact: Don’t worry, I’LL BE BACK!
The Terminator music starts playing in the background as Jay walks inside Candace’s room, grabs his 12 gauge shotgun, reloads all the rounds and leaves the cemetery without making any further mess. Candace nods her head and moves toward her vegetable garden to fix the scarecrow as the scene fades out to black.
