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Psychosis or Bombtrack? I don't think so!
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Topic Started: Apr 23 2011, 07:58 PM (199 Views)
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Dean Jones
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Apr 23 2011, 07:58 PM
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The scene opens up in a highlight package of the end of Bloodlust, we do not see any of events that have taken place just a bloodied Dean Jones with his arm over Jimmy Helmsley and the referee counting the three. As the package ends we come back to the usual way we start a Dean Jones promo, the camera directly focused on his big beaming smile and as the camera pans out Dean is wearing an expensive suit and his world title is strapped under his jacket around his waist.
Dean Jones: It's becoming a familiar sight isn't it? And a familiar sound and STILL the World Champion! I told you all I would beat him without the help of Legion, I told you all not one man who likes me would come down to that ring and help me...and how right I was.
Dean smirks to himself, obviously proud of what he accomplished last Sunday.
Dean Jones: Now that jerk off Bombtrack might have come out and put the final nail in Jimmy Helmsley's coffin but the very real fact is that Bombtrack hit both of us with that lame ass thing he calls a finisher and barely a moment after he had hit on me I was covering Jimmy Helmsley who had been so battered, so beaten by the Curtain Jerker that he was out cold.
Dean cleans his title with the cuff of his suit.
Dean Jones: I told you all I am the greatest, I told you all that I can beat every man here. So whose next? The two people I keep hearing are two men who already know what it's like to get there asses handed to them by Dean “The Curtain Jerker” Jones....don't they Bombtrack?
Dean chuckles to himself.
Dean Jones: So name number one! Bombtrack, mister can't buy a win against a top player...jerk that, he can't even beat my no.2, what the hell chance does he have against me? Nathan Blaster kicked his so black and blue he looked like Rhianna after a date with Chris Brown.
Dean again laughing to himself as he shows no class.
Dean Jones: And when he faced me, he trained the hardest he ever has in this company, he worked harder and played every cheap trick in the book, hell I'd of been proud of him for it...except for one thing, I was still better than that boring ass ranting summa jerk loser. And I'll tell every single one of you jerk offs sitting home because Bombtrack already knows, you may as well call me directory inquires cause I got his fucking number.
Dean mimes “1, 2, 3” with his finger.
Dean Jones: You won't see Bombtrack challenging me, I beat him when it meant nothing to me and he almost killed himself, so confident he was of beating me and I smashed his world into little pieces. So he knows if I come prepared for him and ready to make an example of him like I did Jimmy Helmsley week after week after week...there will be no pain pill he can take, no councilling he can seek to even believe he is near my level. So sit in the shadows Bombtrack, spit every time you say my name cause we both know you ain't gonna say shit to my face, just sit back and burn with rage as my star shines brighter than the Sun in the sky. Oh and I got your best person in this federation right here....
Dean reaches behind his back and unhooks the title from his waist and raises it to the camera.
Dean Jones: Jimmy Helmsley...give me a jerkin break....I've whipped that bitch for months...so to answer my original question, it ain't gonna be Bombtrack, it ain't gonna be Jimmy Helmsley and so I think it's time to move on to that other name...
Dean pauses for a minute shouldering his title, again looking at his most prized possession before looking back at the camera.
Dean Jones: Psychosis....
Dean smiles nodding into the camera.
Dean Jones: Yeah I saw your little promo and I got some advice for you, you little Mexican jumping jack, stop drinking that Tequilla and learn to read you illiterate jerk off. You're reading the wrong chapter of your book if you think you're gonna be World Champion, you need to flip back a few chapters pal...look it up under the section “yesterdays news”. Your time is up old man, but hey I know you're going senile so maybe your just a few pages back and you read Psychosis and World Champion in the same sentence and got a bit excited, you just missed out a few of the words in between cause it reads like this.
Dean leans off the camera and pulls a book back into, the front cover reading “Reality”.
Dean Jones: Just a few weeks ago Psychosis was BEATEN and left a heap on the floor by the World Champion, Dean Jones...
Dean tosses the book off camera again.
Dean Jones: And yeah there is some fine print in that mess of a book, a few blurred lines and a bit of poetic license used here and there but the victors write the history, not the losers and Psychosis if you're watching this you got your eyes focused on the biggest winner in this company, the man who has replaced you, the man who BEAT you! Now I know what you're gonna say crying like the little bitch you are “But you had help wah wah wah Jimmy hit me with a chair wah wah wah”.
Dean motions crying with his hands for a few moments before laughing.
Dean Jones: Make all the excuses you want Psychosis, just like Jimmy did week after week but the result will be the same, you looking up at the stars with my arms draped over you. Are you ready for that Psychosis? I don't think you are, I don't think you're ready to face the reality that someone who barely scraped past The General doesn't deserve to face me, The General is someone I beat maybe a hundred times...or maybe it was like five...I dunno, I ain't a mathematician but I can do this sum, one old timer vs one great one...
Dean winks into the camera.
Dean Jones: Equals one funeral, the funeral for your career Psychosis...but my name ain't Troy Turner, so don't wait for that match up. Unlike him I don't get off on beating up old people and women, no, no I go for the best, everyone said Jimmy Helmsley was the best and I showed them all how wrong they were, you can call bullshit last Sunday but hey it's hard to wrestle when you have 200lbs in your pocket and I've been carrying that wait every since I took Jimmy's title. So what to do? I have no urge to face old washed up has beens like Psychosis, never has beens like Jimmy Helmsley and never mattereds like Bombtrack. I only want to face the best...but since the only other man that ain't named Dean Jones who can lay claim to that has taken his ball and gone home...you all know who I'm talking about, then that leaves the second best options and I will come out and I will give the fans...the choice cause on the NEW TV I will walk out with a list of my hand picked choices for my next title shot. And trust me when I say they'll be a lot better than the fools every body else has mentioned
Dean goes to walk off camera but just as he is half off, he takes a few steps back and looks at the camera.
Dean Jones:...and as for my match on the main event of NEW TV...Gennie, I don't like you and I didn't wanna partner with you but I do respect you and I do respect the opportunity to finish off two old men who can't compete any longer with our generation. You big bastard, I'm not going to deny that since you beat me in the Hell in a Cell you have become better than at any point in your long career...so I challenge you to show me that you deserve to be my partner...watcha gonna do Gennie, when Dean Jones steals the show!
Dean gives a cocky smile and leaves with his World title firmly over his shoulder.
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