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No Laughing Matter
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Topic Started: May 3 2010, 03:00 PM (182 Views)
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Jezta
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May 3 2010, 03:00 PM
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*The scene opens up to see Jezta sitting in his locker room on a bench. Near him is a docking station for an MP3 player, which is playing "Takin' Over the World" by HeKillz tha Jezta. He sits there, and nods his head to the beat, clasping his hands tightly together, with his eyes tightly shut. There seems to be a very disgusted look about him, almost as he had just received the wrong order in a restaraunt. The song fades out, and Jezta opens his eyes. He notices the camera man, and reaches over to turn the stereo off. He looks up and begins to speak.*
So I see somebody has been keeping up on their pop culture... Listen, Kenny... You may share a name with a Street Fighter, but come this Sunday, I'll be the one stomping on your head like M. Bison. With a first name like Kendrick, I wonder if your obvious hatred for two entertainers that I know you've never met, has maybe stemmed from the fact that YOU were ridiculed as a kid? Maybe you're just a douchebag, but who knows?
*Jezta stands up and puts his hands behind his back, looking slightly away from the camera.*
Now... You need to get your facts straight, asshole.
*Jezta turns back towards the camera.*
I don't wear face paint. I never have, because the shit runs down into your eyes when you got Faygo and sweat pouring off of your head. Fuck that shit. Second of all, I can't help the fact that you can't comprehend a complex game such as World of Warcraft. So you can go ahead and continue playing your Paperboy and Asteroids... Doesn't bother me a bit... and for your information, I'm a level 80 Undead Mage.
*Jezta chuckles a bit.*
But that's neither here nor there. The fact of the matter is, I don't need to throw fireballs and freeze you to floor to kick the shit out of you. You think that I feel threatened by you making fun of the music I listen to, and the games I enjoy playing?
*Jezta shakes his head and laughs.*
The only thing you achieved was making yourself sound like a high school punk ass. You need to worry less about my personal interests and more about my performance in the ring... I mean... I could go into your personal interests... You know, like, blowjobs and whatever else you do to truckers for spare cash because you can't find a wrestling organization that will pay you good, because you are a fucking joke. But that's really not what I'm concerned about. In fact, I'm not really concerned about much... You pretty much summed up yourself in your last promo. You are a punk ass trash talker, who has an ego the size of a football field, but about as much intelligence as a fuckin' stump.
*Jezta crosses his arms on his chest.*
You're Kendrick Gates, and you're...
*Jezta laughs before he can say it... slapping his knee, and pointing at the camera, laughing harder.*
...and I thought I was supposed to be the funny one.
*Jezta stands up straight and crosses his arms on his chest again.*
You've got a whole lot to learn and a whole lot more to prove when you step in the ring against me, Ken. You talk a big game, but lets see if you can back it up.
*Jezta shoo's the cameraman away. He backs away slowly and the door shuts in front of him as he steps back out of the doorway. "Jezta" in black and red spraypaint can be seen on the door as the camera fades away.*
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