Promo: Everyone can see the road

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

"Everyone can see the road that they walk on is paved in gold, it's always summer that never gets cold... never get lonely, never get old and gray."

 

Some random jizz mopping shit about shadows and all that crap. The night is still young, Storm has ended. A show that didn't show much development, except the way one returnee and one rookie got ahold of the tag team gold.

 

"We failed." is what can be heard.

 

The back of the arena, a dressing room filled with hatred. Quietly the camera creeps into the room, to see Jay Dawg slouched on the couch. Sweat still pouring down him from the contest he had earlier.

 

"We were supposed to be a team, dude." JD continues... but is quickly cut off by the voice of an eVil Aussie.

 

"hey don't give me that bullshit. I've had your back everyday since we joined this group."

 

"It's not you, Andrew. It's this group we are in. I mean Bo? He hates both of us. Taking out Thugg? Fuck, he recruited us. That little pansy bitch the Suicide King? The only one who means anything at the moment was Stubby... and I'm even questioning what he is up to."

 

"How so?"

 

"Letting the Suicide King strip me of a title? What the fuck is up with that? Then putting us up against those ass gobblers for the tag titles? Not to mention beating down Thugg."

 

"We gotta dude. It's our job." Sacred replies.

 

"I know. But fuck. This is just fucked."

 

"I know."

 

Deep silence.

 

"Hey man. Just promise me one thing." JD says finally.

 

"What's that?"  

 

"You beat the living fuck out of Bo on Storm... and when you're done with him... don't let anybody jerk you around. I mean anybody."

 

"Ok... but where are you going with this?"

 

"Let's just say I've got a girl I need to see."

 

"Heh heh."

 

JD sits up off the couch, and walks to the door. Upon opening, there stands the Suicide King. A staredown ensues, JD slightly taller then the former heavyweight champ. Neither man move, but in the room, an exhale of worry comes from the ICTV champ.

 

Simultaneously, the two men tilt their heads to their lefts, looking into each other's eyes. King suddenly pulls his head upright, holding it steady, but is ready to fight for once. All that happens from JD is a grin, a grin of victory. He steps forward and out the door.

 

"It'll be a cold day in hell before I let you get the best of me, King." He says as he continues to walk toward the door labelled "EXIT".

 

King looks inside the room to Sacred, who just shrugs his shoulders. Then looks back at JD, almost puzzled. The doors open, before it finally hits him.

 

"Jamie!" the deputy commish shouts, which gets a pause from the former double champ.

 

"If you walk out that door, consider yourself fired."

 

That familiar silence once again fills the air. What seems like minutes later, JD finally lets out the peep of a chuckling. His laughter begins to grow.

 

"King. I've never considered myself anything in my life. But tonight, for everything I've done... I consider... that you are a piece of shit!"

 

"Your check is in the mail son, cause you are officially canned!"

 

"That's fine man... Right now I've got a gem to meet... a prize that has escaped me. I'll see you around, son."

 

He steps out into the night, and finally, the Suicide King lets out his trademark smile. "No... heh heh heh... no you won't."

 

 

 

OOC: Ok... probably not my best, but I just kind of winged it. I don't really have the time to say my good byes... so Blarg Blarg Blarg.

 

I don't act like it much, but I really love you guys... Except Thoth... I know he LOOOOOOOVES the cock. I'll probably be around from time to time, to harass you guys. But that's all it's gonna be for now. King, you know I wanted you as my number one heel in this promo. Sacred, go get that title. You're next inline son! The rest of you, well... maybe when I'm done for good, you'll get mentioned... That's right, you haven't seen the end of me yet.

[Guest TheBostonStrangler]

And JD leaves in typical Dawg fashion: A rushed, shoddy piece of crap that doesn't make much sense. At least the Chipmunks didn't make a cameo in this one.

 

Anyway, get yourself a damn laptop and get back here. It ain't the same without you. It's just that when you come back, we all remember that that's a good thing.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Not bad, not bad.

 

Your ass better get back here fast though.

[Guest crusen86]

Is this an SWF board post, or an IGN WWF board one? Hmm...

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"What's that?

 

Oh...of course...

 

...Jay Dawg sucks!

 

Mothernature says..."

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

Hey yo, don't try to choke on the Cock on the way out!

 

Seriously man, buy a laptop with the riches you're buying, with a dataport line and write some matches! heh

 

-Annie

 

p.s. you're not getting 'I'm Back' sex when you return either.

[Guest Insane Clown Dan]

That isn't wise, Annie. What if he throws the laptop into a wall, and the whole entire computer breaks? =P

[Guest redbaron51]

sooner or later he will be writing the matches on paper.

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Damn man!  You told me you were taking a break for about a month or so...you didn't say anything about leaving for good!!  WTF?

 

Seriously though, this place won't be the same without you.  And hey, at least you got to rid yourself of that jobber status before bolting.  Good luck and you'll be missed.

 

And get a damn laptop and get back here you piece of shit!

 

Da "sincere in his words" H

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Ummm... I guess I won't be needing a laptop...

 

 

I got canned. Blarg.

 

I'm not returning yet, but some shit will happen. Gotta find a job again.

[Guest Insanityman]

Best of luck JD.

[Guest chirs3]

Hurry back, you...

 

Damnit, I don't have the heart to call you a jobber anymore.

 

*sniffle*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh wait, yea I do.

 

JOBBER!

 

Hurry on back now, ya'hear?