08-11-2013, 05:31 PM
*Scene fades in from black as LJ Havok and Dre Chambers are relaxing in a much nicer ...hospital room*
I'm glad we traded up for a better room
Fuckin right! A damn mouse tried to crawl up my boxers yesterday night....but nigga you realize you in a hospital bed right?
Regardless, I'm just glad that we are recouping before my match tonight.
You gonna whoop that scrubs ass!
Damn right I am, bro. But hey would you mind leaving for a bit? I am going to broadcast a message on Youtube for my fans. Fuck a podcast.
You ain't got no fans, muthafucka.
*Dre laughs and LJ cracks a smile.*
Well played. But it is actually for Gilmour, Madison, AoD, and tonight's victim John Austin.
Aight, nigga. Just hit me up when you done. I'mma go burn one. Deuces!
*Dre leaves the room and Havok opens up his laptop and presses record.*
I am going to start this video off by talking about a guy who has been generating buzz amongst the whole XWF roster. It isn't a guy I am facing either, but he is newer to the company than I am. His name is Troy Turner. Troy Turner is the son of THE Ted Turner. I'm not going to say what I would like to because we all know where that got Joseph Kain. But that is why I admire Turner. He is ruthless, and he will do anything to prove a point. I like that. However, he needs to know that he is making more enemies than even that X-Raided douche that has seemingly fallen off the face of this Earth. Moral of the story is do not pick fights that you know you cannot win.. It makes you look like a moron.
*Havok rolls his eyes at the next thougt, and then he continues.*
On to the A.o.D. I do not really know much about these fools except for the fact that they underestimate what I am capable of. But that is whatever because everyone seems to do that. And just to clarify, I really hope that this is the first AND last time I team with Jordan Caliban. Yeah he's a cool guy and all of that. Whatever. But I want to face him NOT team with him. Bodies will be broken Wednesday, but the carnage will actually start tonight!
*He stands up and turns around his desk chair and sits back down.*
Now on to Johnny Boy! I haven't heard from you in awhile. I really hope you show up tothe match because I want nothing more than to kick your ass all around that arena. So you need to leave whatever run down shithole bar your in, come to Philly, and meet me toe to toe in the ring like a man! But to be completely honest with you, Austin, I don't dislike you. I just want you to be my stepping stone. I want to prove a point to both Gilmour and Madison. So really you are not so different from A.o.D. You three are just going to be tallies. I will be 3 and 0 going into the king's title defense. I am a threath that is not to be taken lightly. Hell 80% of the rookies here in XWF are not meant to be taken lightly and quite frankly I am getting a massive migrane just thinking about next weeks Madness. I hope Paul Heyman solves this threat of a war during my match. That means taking care of Luca and the possible attack from Gilmour's former running mates. If Heyman takes care of this problem. I see no reason for the rookies to get involved. But everyone has been warned. And after I find out more on this situation after I defeat John Austin, I will speak more of it. But make no mistake about it, I will not forget what Luca and Madison did to me. And they WILL pay! I will not stand for this injustice. So like I said management better do something..before I do it for them!...and The few fans I have...my congregation if you will, do me a favor and share this video everywhere. I want everyone to see this. So with that I say peace and all that good shit.
*Havok posts the video on Youtube and shuts his laptop, feeling he said all that needed to be said. He nods satisfied. And then there's a knock at the door.*
Yo, homie, you done. You gotta some and smoke some of this! It loud as hell!
*Havok ponders on it for a moment, and then he decides.*
Hell yeah! I got plenty of time to sober up before the match. Might as well...they gonna let me leave the hospital.
Why fuck yeah...now get ya shit let's go Jordan's in the ride.
*LJ Havok gets his belongings, shuts off the light, and he and Dre Chambers walk back out the door as the video feeds fades to black.*
I'm glad we traded up for a better room
Fuckin right! A damn mouse tried to crawl up my boxers yesterday night....but nigga you realize you in a hospital bed right?
Regardless, I'm just glad that we are recouping before my match tonight.
You gonna whoop that scrubs ass!
Damn right I am, bro. But hey would you mind leaving for a bit? I am going to broadcast a message on Youtube for my fans. Fuck a podcast.
You ain't got no fans, muthafucka.
*Dre laughs and LJ cracks a smile.*
Well played. But it is actually for Gilmour, Madison, AoD, and tonight's victim John Austin.
Aight, nigga. Just hit me up when you done. I'mma go burn one. Deuces!
*Dre leaves the room and Havok opens up his laptop and presses record.*
I am going to start this video off by talking about a guy who has been generating buzz amongst the whole XWF roster. It isn't a guy I am facing either, but he is newer to the company than I am. His name is Troy Turner. Troy Turner is the son of THE Ted Turner. I'm not going to say what I would like to because we all know where that got Joseph Kain. But that is why I admire Turner. He is ruthless, and he will do anything to prove a point. I like that. However, he needs to know that he is making more enemies than even that X-Raided douche that has seemingly fallen off the face of this Earth. Moral of the story is do not pick fights that you know you cannot win.. It makes you look like a moron.
*Havok rolls his eyes at the next thougt, and then he continues.*
On to the A.o.D. I do not really know much about these fools except for the fact that they underestimate what I am capable of. But that is whatever because everyone seems to do that. And just to clarify, I really hope that this is the first AND last time I team with Jordan Caliban. Yeah he's a cool guy and all of that. Whatever. But I want to face him NOT team with him. Bodies will be broken Wednesday, but the carnage will actually start tonight!
*He stands up and turns around his desk chair and sits back down.*
Now on to Johnny Boy! I haven't heard from you in awhile. I really hope you show up tothe match because I want nothing more than to kick your ass all around that arena. So you need to leave whatever run down shithole bar your in, come to Philly, and meet me toe to toe in the ring like a man! But to be completely honest with you, Austin, I don't dislike you. I just want you to be my stepping stone. I want to prove a point to both Gilmour and Madison. So really you are not so different from A.o.D. You three are just going to be tallies. I will be 3 and 0 going into the king's title defense. I am a threath that is not to be taken lightly. Hell 80% of the rookies here in XWF are not meant to be taken lightly and quite frankly I am getting a massive migrane just thinking about next weeks Madness. I hope Paul Heyman solves this threat of a war during my match. That means taking care of Luca and the possible attack from Gilmour's former running mates. If Heyman takes care of this problem. I see no reason for the rookies to get involved. But everyone has been warned. And after I find out more on this situation after I defeat John Austin, I will speak more of it. But make no mistake about it, I will not forget what Luca and Madison did to me. And they WILL pay! I will not stand for this injustice. So like I said management better do something..before I do it for them!...and The few fans I have...my congregation if you will, do me a favor and share this video everywhere. I want everyone to see this. So with that I say peace and all that good shit.
*Havok posts the video on Youtube and shuts his laptop, feeling he said all that needed to be said. He nods satisfied. And then there's a knock at the door.*
Yo, homie, you done. You gotta some and smoke some of this! It loud as hell!
*Havok ponders on it for a moment, and then he decides.*
Hell yeah! I got plenty of time to sober up before the match. Might as well...they gonna let me leave the hospital.
Why fuck yeah...now get ya shit let's go Jordan's in the ride.
*LJ Havok gets his belongings, shuts off the light, and he and Dre Chambers walk back out the door as the video feeds fades to black.*
ooc note: this takes place the monday after the ladder match