Post by Jay Impact on Aug 12, 2024 20:45:48 GMT -5
Camera opens the scene from Jay's lockerroom and the atmosphere is intense and charged with anticipation. Jay Impact sits confidently on a bench, surrounded by championship belts and training gear. The camera zooms in as Jay starts speaking with a smirk on his face, after he got to know that his match against Cassandra is a STEEL CAGE match.
Jay Impact: Hey, Fart-face… I got to know that we finally meet in the steel cage. You know, you’ve been running your mouth for weeks now, talking about how you’re going to take this World Championship from me. But let’s be real here, you’ve been stumbling around like a toddler in a candy store, all wide-eyed and clueless, thinking you can just waltz in and claim what’s mine. Well, sweetheart, it’s time for a reality check.
Jay grabs his water bottle, opens it up and takes a sip from it.
Jay Impact: You see, I’ve had this cage match all mapped out in my head. I’ve been planning, strategizing, and visualizing every single moment of your inevitable downfall. I’m not just stepping into that cage to defend my title; I’m stepping in to make an example out of you. And trust me, it’s going to be a lesson you won’t soon forget. You think you’re going to intimidate me with your tough talk? Think again. This cage is my playground, and you’re just the unfortunate soul who’s about to get a front-row seat to my masterpiece of destruction. I’ve got the skill set, the experience, and the sheer willpower to turn that cage into your personal nightmare, when I will rubbing your ugly face on those steel, pealing your pathetic skin off, enough for you to cast in A Nightmare on Elm Street another retake.
Impact takes a deep breath with a slight of a smile on his face.
Jay Impact: And let’s talk about humiliation. Imagine a seasoned pro like me treating you like the clumsy kid who’s never played a sport in their life. I’m going to make you look foolish, make you wish you never stepped foot in that ring. It’s not just about winning; it’s about making sure you leave that cage with your pride in tatters. Oh, and let’s not forget my secret weapon – the Rubber Chicken. You think it’s just a gimmick? Wrong. That little poultry partner of mine is going to be your worst nightmare. I’ll use it to pummel you, to mock you, and to show the world that when it comes to pain, I’m the best chef around. Chicken beating a chicken. Sounds fascinating, man!!
Jay smiles wide and holds his belt up high over his shoulder and rubs it face before he continues.
Jay Impact: After the referee rings the bell and raise my hand in the air, your family might just be begging you to retire. They’ll see you for what you truly are – a pretender who couldn’t handle the big leagues. I’ll leave you so battered and broken that they’ll be wondering why they ever let you step into this ring in the first place. So prepare yourself for the beating of a lifetime. Because when Jay Impact steps into that cage, it’s not just a match – it’s a BLOODY massacre, and you’re the main course. You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to pay the price. See you in the cage, BORN-LOSER!
Jay stands up, adjusting his championship belts and giving the camera one last smirk before walking off.
Jay Impact: Hey, Fart-face… I got to know that we finally meet in the steel cage. You know, you’ve been running your mouth for weeks now, talking about how you’re going to take this World Championship from me. But let’s be real here, you’ve been stumbling around like a toddler in a candy store, all wide-eyed and clueless, thinking you can just waltz in and claim what’s mine. Well, sweetheart, it’s time for a reality check.
Jay grabs his water bottle, opens it up and takes a sip from it.
Jay Impact: You see, I’ve had this cage match all mapped out in my head. I’ve been planning, strategizing, and visualizing every single moment of your inevitable downfall. I’m not just stepping into that cage to defend my title; I’m stepping in to make an example out of you. And trust me, it’s going to be a lesson you won’t soon forget. You think you’re going to intimidate me with your tough talk? Think again. This cage is my playground, and you’re just the unfortunate soul who’s about to get a front-row seat to my masterpiece of destruction. I’ve got the skill set, the experience, and the sheer willpower to turn that cage into your personal nightmare, when I will rubbing your ugly face on those steel, pealing your pathetic skin off, enough for you to cast in A Nightmare on Elm Street another retake.
Impact takes a deep breath with a slight of a smile on his face.
Jay Impact: And let’s talk about humiliation. Imagine a seasoned pro like me treating you like the clumsy kid who’s never played a sport in their life. I’m going to make you look foolish, make you wish you never stepped foot in that ring. It’s not just about winning; it’s about making sure you leave that cage with your pride in tatters. Oh, and let’s not forget my secret weapon – the Rubber Chicken. You think it’s just a gimmick? Wrong. That little poultry partner of mine is going to be your worst nightmare. I’ll use it to pummel you, to mock you, and to show the world that when it comes to pain, I’m the best chef around. Chicken beating a chicken. Sounds fascinating, man!!
Jay smiles wide and holds his belt up high over his shoulder and rubs it face before he continues.
Jay Impact: After the referee rings the bell and raise my hand in the air, your family might just be begging you to retire. They’ll see you for what you truly are – a pretender who couldn’t handle the big leagues. I’ll leave you so battered and broken that they’ll be wondering why they ever let you step into this ring in the first place. So prepare yourself for the beating of a lifetime. Because when Jay Impact steps into that cage, it’s not just a match – it’s a BLOODY massacre, and you’re the main course. You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to pay the price. See you in the cage, BORN-LOSER!
Jay stands up, adjusting his championship belts and giving the camera one last smirk before walking off.
