Promo: "bad... wrong..."

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

It’s the quiet, dark night. Some people are still talking about the JL Pay Per View, Stryke finally winning a match, not to mention the JL title in the process. However, it is not JL town, it is not the Gund arena, and it is certainly going to be much better then the JL Pay Per View. Welcome to WF land, where the gold is real and the girls like ummm… girls. It is The San Diego Sports center in San Diego, California. Da Pound already have their locker room started, Jay Dawg is the only one inside it at the moment.

 

“Bad… Wrong…”

 

Although JD is speaking, it is uncertain where exactly he is. The room is very dark, and has yet to be filled with marijuana smoke by the chronic members of Da Pound. Brief flashes of light show a couch being moved in, along with a refrigerator to store most of the alcohol for post PPV celebration.

 

“Bad… Wrong…”

 

In the darkness, JD looks forward, seeing a camera pointing in his general direction.

 

Jamie: “What are you doing here Gus? You know Bo will do a number on you when he finds out.”

 

Gus: “Uh.”

 

Jamie: “Whatever. Lights!”

 

The lights in the room flicker on at the sound of the voice, JD is seen strapped to the roof, hanging upside down. Presumably he was in a state of meditation. He unstraps his legs and floats to the floor, hopping to his full stance, while catching a glimpse of the camera.

 

Jamie: “I suppose since you are here, I ought to give you my thoughts on the Pay Per View?”

 

Gus: “Ummm yeah. That’s what I was kind of hoping for.”

 

Jamie: “Alright alright you little bitch. Now shut the fuck up and let me speak. I’m only telling you this because I know it won’t get to Bo at the moment.”

 

The camera tilts up and down in a nod for Gus.  

 

Jamie: “Goodie. Now let’s get something straight, for the record on me and Bo.”

 

JD lifts his arm to speak with, but his attention suddenly turns to the door. Catching his eye is a shapely young woman, mid twenties, black hair, and average build. JD hustles out the door, going after the woman, he grabs her shoulder, wanting her to spin around.

 

Jamie: “Molly!”

 

The woman turns around, a shocked expression filling her face. JD shakes is head, confused.

 

Jamie: “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

 

The woman, obviously not Molly, continues staring at him, studying his manner.

 

Woman: “It’s ok. We all make mistakes sometime. No harm done.”

 

Jamie: “Yeah. Hey listen, my buddies and I are gonna have a party after Sunday night, to celebrate our wins. Would you like to join us?”  

 

Woman: “Yeah. I’d like that.”

 

Jamie: “Cool. 8pm Sunday, we be in that locker room right there.”

 

JD points to the locker room, as the woman smiles politely.

 

Jamie: “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

 

Woman: “Yeah. Bye.”

 

JD turns back to the locker room, smiles to Gus.

 

Jamie: “Got us another ho for Sunday.”

 

Gus can be heard chuckling slightly.

 

Gus: “Umm forgive me sir. But the way you ran out there… do you miss Molly?”

 

Confused, JD glares back at the camera.

 

Jamie: “What the fuck you talking about, boy!? I was over that bitch the second she hit me with that goddamn chair. I’ll deal with Red in time, but I have to get by Bo.”

 

Gus: “Umm, you and Bo have a history, I am told. What can you tell me about it.”

 

Jamie: “First off. What did I say about you talking? In other words, shut up and let me speak.”

 

JD starts to look into the camera, almost hoping for Gus to let just a peep out. After Gus passes the silence test, JD begins to speak again.

 

Jamie: “Me and Bo. Heh heh. It happened over a year ago. I forgot about most of it. What basically happened was Anarchy at the time was just some jobber stable. They had all the potential, none of the determination. In one of my brainfarts, I thought they were the league’s janitors. In one of my mess-ups with the toilet, I asked them if they could clean it. Honest mistake, the bastards jumped me though, and Bo made me taste piss. Oh that still pisses me off today. Excuse the pun.”

 

JD suddenly glares slightly to his left, right where Gus’ head is.

 

Jamie: “Yo whatchu looking at!? You think it’s funny!? At least I didn’t piss myself at will. Fucking ass raper”

 

Finally he looks back into the camera.

 

Jamie: “I dunno if we still have beef or not. I wanted the match with him, but I got sent off to the fucking ML town. No disrespect to the ML, but fuck, I just wanted to bash Bo’s brains in. Especially after that shit he pulled on the last show. I never forgot that. I let a lot of it go, but talking about this a day or two ago in the locker room, kind of brought up some old memories, y’know what I mean?”

 

A nod from the camera follows.

 

Jamie: “Anyway, shit happens. I forgot a lot about it, especially after he rejoined Da Pound. He’s plotting something, you can tell. Especially if you’ve known Bo as long as I have. I’m betting some shit will go down at the Pay Per View. Either way, he is in for the fight of his life.”

 

JD looks back at Gus again, smiles shortly.

 

Jamie: “OK. Say what is on your mind.”  

 

Gus: “OK, what do you mean by that?”

 

Jamie: “I mean Bo won’t know what hit him, come the Pay Per View. No, I won’t be using tactics to destroy him… but you better believe I will mess him up if he doesn’t give up.”

 

Gus: “Bo isn’t the easiest guy to make tap out.”

 

Jamie: “Oh shut the fuck up! I never said I was going to make him tap out. Although that is an interesting idea, hmmm… we will see. Yes, we will see. What is a better way then to settle a dispute? Making your opponent give up. Yes… make him give up.”

 

JD lifts his hand over the camera, covering the lenses...

 

"Bad... Wrong..."

 

...and shuts it down.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

nice promo. It's so unlike you...

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Yeah... normally, Jay Dawg's on the other end of this kinda stuff, getting his ass whooped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

J/K.

 

Good none the less, JD. Nice deviation from the norm.

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

Oh shit...  the JL janitors...  Shit, I forgot about that...  Question, what the fuck were FTW doing at that time?  Yeah, that's what I thought..

 

Good Promo by the way, but making me tap?  Is you crazy, I dont think I ever tapped before...  Hmmm, you just gave me an idea..

 

B "Plotting shit, this time it's for JD." O

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

FTW had pretty much disbanded yo!

 

But me and Xero were tag champs!

 

 

You were only so hated because I was so loved!

[Guest crusen86]

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