Post by jamo on Aug 23, 2020 9:01:26 GMT -5
— After the match against Robert Saints —
*After the match, the medical staff arrives to check up but I stand up on my two feet to show my true toughness. I received a few burns on my arm but I managed to survive while my opponent doesn’t. I grabbed the hardcore title from the referee gently then I walked to Robert Saints and lean over to him to say something to him.*
Jamo: Like I said idiot, hardcore runs in my blood mate.
*I leaned back to stand up straight, walked to the ramp holding my hardcore title up high in the air, taunted bullet club with the fans and taunted gun point towards Robert Saints signalling that he’s done. Walked to the stage to get inside, look at all the staffs with a serious stare.*
Jamo: Like I said last week, I’ll die trying to win back all of your trust and respect. I’ll keep doing it until I fucking die, I gave this match the best for all of you to see tonight but not worth of a respect yet huh? Very well, I’ll keep doing till it nearly kills me you stupid cunts.
*I walked away angrily after what I said, one of the SFT medical staff catches up to me but I stopped walking and looked at him.*
Jamo: Nice of you that you wanted to help me but I’m all good mate, I can managed this. I’ve been burned before at WXW, long ago when my brother put me through a fiery table. You can go back and look after Robert Saints cause he needs a slot of medical attention after I fucking full Nelson him through a damn table to retain my title.
*I looked away from the SFT medical staff to continue walking back to my locker room to get ready to get changed to go to the next show. While getting dressed up in normal clothes, Harold arrived in my locker room to have an interview with me.*
Harold: Jamo, what a match when you fought against Robert Saints as you managed to retain your title successfully. Are you trying to kill yourself In that match?
Jamo: Harold, Robert is a great wrestler to fight with but I was the better man than him. Answer to your fucking question is that you are correct, I’m fighting every match to defend my title against anyone and yet the SFT staff still too fucking stubborn to trust me and I’m going to die trying to win back their trust since bad abundance PPV while I side with ICW instead side with SFT. What ever they make the match for me for the next card and I heard that SFT is coming to England. Now excuse me Harold, I’ve got a plane to catch and I ain’t resting who I’m going to face next.
*I ended the interview with Harold, walked to parking lot and leave to start heading to the airport to catch a plane to England.*
— Present day SFT invading England —
*While arrived at London airport in England, walked out of the plane to grab my luggage and hopped in a hired car to drive to London Astoria, London to park the car then get out to grab my bags and start walking to my locker room. While inside my locker room, Harold knocked the door to come in and wanted to have a interview with me and granted him approval to have an interview with me.*
Harold: Jamo, tonight you are facing Louis Cypher for your hardcore title your thoughts?
*I smiled after hearing what Harold just said about my match against Louis Cypher for my title on the line in a hardcore match again.*
Jamo: Well, well, well look who it is right now, the man that I’m facing that I teamed up with him at lethal lottery who I fought with him to give all our best to get advanced to the next round but unfortunately we fell short against our opponents. Louis is a hell of a wrestler for SFT and I think the SFT staff are giving me a huge challenge for my match for putting my title on the line against a man that we’ll give a great show to these fans. Since last show, all the fans are backing me up and they all forgive me for siding with ICW since bad abundance PPV.
*I smiled at Harold then look to the cameraman by continuing smiling and I turned into serious.*
Jamo: Robert Saints gave me a hell of a match last show but he fell short while I put his fucking ass through a flaming table and I took him with me to hell. I’ve still got that burned flesh since last show but I can fucking managed pain during that match but can you managed pain too Louis? I’m working my asses off for this fed and I’m back again by going strong, stronger than last time. I said to Robert Saints last show, hardcore runs in my fucking blood and I’ll say it again to you, Louis hardcore is my legacy forever and I will work my way up to intercontinental title slowly till I’m ready. Tonight you’re facing the true legend of Jamo, I will show you how fucking deadly I am on that ring when I fight hardcore, I know who will be proud of that but I won’t say who it is.
*I beat my chest then open my arms towards the cameraman,*
Jamo: You thin you’ve won your match against me Louis but you haven’t yet, you will not beaten me to take my title away. Are you ready to face me for war tonight and to be honest, it’s a pleasure to fight you one on one for my title Louis and trust me I’m looking forward to this match. I have no hate towards you cause I’ve got hate towards the SFT staffs for branding me a fucking traitor, when we fight each other tonight Louis and don’t be afraid to end mine to take the title away from me. I know you’ll give everything to me to fight against me but right now, you got no CHANCE IN HELL TO BEAT ME TO TAKE MY TITLE!
*I get up, leave the locker room to finished the interview and walked to the stage before going out to make my entrance. While waiting for my music hits, the staff gets up and wanted to say something to me before I leave but I raised my hand to stop him.*
Jamo: Talk to me when I finished my fucking match against Louis Cypher mate, just not I the ducking mood to listen to you right now. I haven’t got the time to listen your bullshit apology from you since the night when all of you branded me a fucking traitor. I’ve got a match to kick some ass to make a mess on that ring and coming back here with my hardcore title still in my hands.
*I showed an angry expression on my face towards them after what I said to the staffs, I taunted a gun towards the staff branded them as a target and enemy. My music is about to hit and I leave the room,*
*After the match, the medical staff arrives to check up but I stand up on my two feet to show my true toughness. I received a few burns on my arm but I managed to survive while my opponent doesn’t. I grabbed the hardcore title from the referee gently then I walked to Robert Saints and lean over to him to say something to him.*
Jamo: Like I said idiot, hardcore runs in my blood mate.
*I leaned back to stand up straight, walked to the ramp holding my hardcore title up high in the air, taunted bullet club with the fans and taunted gun point towards Robert Saints signalling that he’s done. Walked to the stage to get inside, look at all the staffs with a serious stare.*
Jamo: Like I said last week, I’ll die trying to win back all of your trust and respect. I’ll keep doing it until I fucking die, I gave this match the best for all of you to see tonight but not worth of a respect yet huh? Very well, I’ll keep doing till it nearly kills me you stupid cunts.
*I walked away angrily after what I said, one of the SFT medical staff catches up to me but I stopped walking and looked at him.*
Jamo: Nice of you that you wanted to help me but I’m all good mate, I can managed this. I’ve been burned before at WXW, long ago when my brother put me through a fiery table. You can go back and look after Robert Saints cause he needs a slot of medical attention after I fucking full Nelson him through a damn table to retain my title.
*I looked away from the SFT medical staff to continue walking back to my locker room to get ready to get changed to go to the next show. While getting dressed up in normal clothes, Harold arrived in my locker room to have an interview with me.*
Harold: Jamo, what a match when you fought against Robert Saints as you managed to retain your title successfully. Are you trying to kill yourself In that match?
Jamo: Harold, Robert is a great wrestler to fight with but I was the better man than him. Answer to your fucking question is that you are correct, I’m fighting every match to defend my title against anyone and yet the SFT staff still too fucking stubborn to trust me and I’m going to die trying to win back their trust since bad abundance PPV while I side with ICW instead side with SFT. What ever they make the match for me for the next card and I heard that SFT is coming to England. Now excuse me Harold, I’ve got a plane to catch and I ain’t resting who I’m going to face next.
*I ended the interview with Harold, walked to parking lot and leave to start heading to the airport to catch a plane to England.*
— Present day SFT invading England —
*While arrived at London airport in England, walked out of the plane to grab my luggage and hopped in a hired car to drive to London Astoria, London to park the car then get out to grab my bags and start walking to my locker room. While inside my locker room, Harold knocked the door to come in and wanted to have a interview with me and granted him approval to have an interview with me.*
Harold: Jamo, tonight you are facing Louis Cypher for your hardcore title your thoughts?
*I smiled after hearing what Harold just said about my match against Louis Cypher for my title on the line in a hardcore match again.*
Jamo: Well, well, well look who it is right now, the man that I’m facing that I teamed up with him at lethal lottery who I fought with him to give all our best to get advanced to the next round but unfortunately we fell short against our opponents. Louis is a hell of a wrestler for SFT and I think the SFT staff are giving me a huge challenge for my match for putting my title on the line against a man that we’ll give a great show to these fans. Since last show, all the fans are backing me up and they all forgive me for siding with ICW since bad abundance PPV.
*I smiled at Harold then look to the cameraman by continuing smiling and I turned into serious.*
Jamo: Robert Saints gave me a hell of a match last show but he fell short while I put his fucking ass through a flaming table and I took him with me to hell. I’ve still got that burned flesh since last show but I can fucking managed pain during that match but can you managed pain too Louis? I’m working my asses off for this fed and I’m back again by going strong, stronger than last time. I said to Robert Saints last show, hardcore runs in my fucking blood and I’ll say it again to you, Louis hardcore is my legacy forever and I will work my way up to intercontinental title slowly till I’m ready. Tonight you’re facing the true legend of Jamo, I will show you how fucking deadly I am on that ring when I fight hardcore, I know who will be proud of that but I won’t say who it is.
*I beat my chest then open my arms towards the cameraman,*
Jamo: You thin you’ve won your match against me Louis but you haven’t yet, you will not beaten me to take my title away. Are you ready to face me for war tonight and to be honest, it’s a pleasure to fight you one on one for my title Louis and trust me I’m looking forward to this match. I have no hate towards you cause I’ve got hate towards the SFT staffs for branding me a fucking traitor, when we fight each other tonight Louis and don’t be afraid to end mine to take the title away from me. I know you’ll give everything to me to fight against me but right now, you got no CHANCE IN HELL TO BEAT ME TO TAKE MY TITLE!
*I get up, leave the locker room to finished the interview and walked to the stage before going out to make my entrance. While waiting for my music hits, the staff gets up and wanted to say something to me before I leave but I raised my hand to stop him.*
Jamo: Talk to me when I finished my fucking match against Louis Cypher mate, just not I the ducking mood to listen to you right now. I haven’t got the time to listen your bullshit apology from you since the night when all of you branded me a fucking traitor. I’ve got a match to kick some ass to make a mess on that ring and coming back here with my hardcore title still in my hands.
*I showed an angry expression on my face towards them after what I said to the staffs, I taunted a gun towards the staff branded them as a target and enemy. My music is about to hit and I leave the room,*
