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BT Lost in The Mail
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Topic Started: Oct 7 2010, 03:07 AM (356 Views)
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Travis Blaine
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Oct 7 2010, 03:07 AM
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Posting this for Bombtrack. He couldn't get online to do it.
God damn motherfucking Jeff Sams! You ruined everything you selfish piece of shit! Bombtrack did everything he could to win the match, why didn't you? You fucking blew it Jeff! The only thing I can take solace in is that The Odd Couple have one more chance to capture the tag team championship. Jeff, if you are going to put forth the same effort you did last week then just fucking stay home. Go fucking collect garbage then go home and watch Dancing With The Stars with your wife. Bombtrack doesn't need a partner that will crumble when the pressure is on. He needs a partner that wants to win as much as he does not someone that can't wait to pick their ball and go home. When you first decided to team with Bombtrack I was really excited. I saw the look in your eyes as you thrashed Blake for dishonouring your brother and left him unconscious in a pool of blood. You enjoyed the blundgening that you gave him. You were satisfied and at peace with yourself. Do you feel that way in your "normal" life? Do you ever get those moments when you are at peace? On that night I saw a true warrior. That is the partner that Bombtrack is going to need to show up come Hell On Earth. You have some shit to sort out Jeff. Get your fucking priorities straight.
There is still light at the end of the tunnel. Another chance at tag team gold is in the future. The present holds a match against Disturbed. Last week the big man could have easily torn Randal apart but was talked into forming an alliance instead. You could have had a championship all to yourself but instead you decide to try and help Randal add a second? You have become a failure Disturbed. You failed to accomplish what you set out to do to Jake Hammer, you failed when you tried to take the North American Championship from The General and you failed to realize the opportunities that come with the Television Championship. You need to start thinking for yourself big guy. You could have torn Randal apart with ease you fucking moron. Why doesn't that stupid cunt of yours talk some sense into you? Why do you think she is all for this new union? Could it be because she is fucking Randal? I have always thought Shamaya was a "n-word digger". You are being played Disturbed. The two of them tell you the part of the plan that they want you to know. They have something entirely different going on behind your back. Open your eyes big man. Bombtrack is going to kick your fucking ass on Friday Night 4. Obviously I know Bombtrack better than anyone and I know how much he does not like being attacked 2 on 1. You are going to get yours Disturbed and I am going to enjoy every last second of it. You may be much bigger and stronger than Bombtrack but none that is going to make a difference. You are going to lose Disturbed because your a fucking loser.
I just want to make one thing perfectly clear. When I broke through last week my goal was not to kill Bombtrack and mines mother. I just wanted to watch her burn for a few moments. She beat the living shit out of us as children and our crying and screams did nothing to stop her. The emotional scars that she left behind are deep and will never heal. I wanted to make her feel on the outside what she made us feel on the inside. I wanted to hear her scream for mercy as Bombtrack and I as children I wanted to leave a permanent scar that she will never forget. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. That is my philosophy on life.
The scene opens to the inside of Bombtrack's truck. He is driving very aggressively as if he is trying to get somewhere in a hurry. Johnson is sitting shotgun and is clenching his seat belt for dear life. Johnson Slow down BT!
Bombtrack I don't have time for that Johnson. Jeff is leaving and I have to win him back.
Johnson I've been trying to tell you for days that you guys have a re...
Bombtrack cuts him off.
Bombtrack I don't want to hear any excuses Johnson.
Johnson What excuses? That doesn't make any sense.
Bombtrack makes a hard right turn on a familiar looking street.
Bombtrack Almost there. Is everything ready in the back?
Johnson Yes but this isn't necessary. Plus his wife is still mad at you for what you did to her garden the last time. Bombtrack That is all in the past. I have to win him back. I have to.
Bombtrack slams on the brakes causing Johnson to smack his head on the dashboard.
Bombtrack Here it is.
Johnson looks around as he rubs his head.
Johnson I don't think this is his house. I'm pretty sure Jeff lives across the street.
Bombtrack I think I know where my best friend lives.
Johnson I thought I was your...
Bombtrack gets out of the truck not paying attention to what Johnson is saying. Johnson reaches into the back and pulls out a duffle bag then gets out of the truck. He hands the bag to Bombtrack and takes a good look at the house. Bombtrack unzips the bag and begins going through it as Johnson takes a good look at the house across the street. He turns to Bombtrack who is now wearing a leather jacket.
Johnson This is the wrong house BT.
Bombtrack Dammit Johnson! How do I look?
Johnson Odd.
Bombtrack I think so too but this tv show I saw said this is the best way to win somebody back.
Bombtrack bends down and takes an old school boom box out of the duffle bag.
Bombtrack Here goes. Wish me luck.
Johnson Good luck.
Bombtrack takes a look at up at the house and notices an upstairs window is open and a light is on. Bombtrack begins to yell.
Bombtrack JEFF! JEFF! Please give me another chance. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. Please give me one more chance.
Bombtrack presses play on the boom box and holds it high above is head. The volume is set to maximum and this is the song that is playing.
"Baby come back, any kind of fool could see There was something in everything about you Baby come back, you can blame it all on me I was wrong, and I just can't live without you."
The front door to the house opens and a man that is not Jeff Sams comes outside.
Man What in the hell are you doing? Its two o'clock in the morning!
Bombtrack Ummm... I... I
Jeff Sams shows up and walks in front of Bombtrack.
Jeff Sams I'm sorry Dan. I really don't know how to explain this right now. I'm sorry.
Dan This is pretty weird Jeff.
Jeff sighs
Jeff Sams Yeah... I know. Sorry again Dan.
Dan turns around and goes back into his house. Jeff turns and walks over to Bombtrack and places an arm on his shoulder.
Jeff Sams What is going on here Bombtrack?
Bombtrack I was just trying to show you how much you mean to me. I really like being a tag team with you and don't want you to leave. I'm really sorry Jeff but Johnson told me that this was your house.
Johnson I did not!
Jeff Sams I haven't left yet Bombtrack. We have another chance at the tag team titles at the next pay per view. Didn't you know that?
Bombtrack looks puzzled.
Bombtrack Yeah.
Even a two year old can tell Bombtrack is lying.
Jeff Sams Then why did you come to my house blasting "Baby Come Back" wearing a leather jacket?
Bombtrack opens his mouth to speak but says nothing. You can see that he is in deep thought or as deep in thought as Bombtrack can get.
Jeff Sams Go home BT.
Jeff walks across the street towards his house. He turns to say.
Jeff Sams Good luck on Friday against Disturbed. Teach him a lesson.
Bombtrack. I will. Thanks Jeff
The scene fades to black as Bombtrack takes the leather jacket off and stuffs it into the duffle bag.
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