Post by ADudeFromCLE on May 21, 2017 19:41:47 GMT
We open up at the IWF performance center where we can see a bunch of people working out and training, Will is sitting on the apron of the ring in the center of the performance center in mid conversation with Shae.
Shae: So your pops was mixed?
Will: Yeah half black half native.
Shae: And ya mom?
Will: Irish Italian.
Shae: You are a mutt aintcha boyo.
Will: Rub my belly and I'll be the most loyal mutt ya done ever met.
They both laugh.
Shae: That must be rough losing your pops like that though.
Will: Yeah well cancer is a bitch. We didn't have the most healthy of relationships but that was my pops, so yeah that's why I was so fired up that one time against Spike.
Shae: That's honestly when I first noticed you, when you ripped into him in that promo.
She blushes a bit.
Shae: Do you think about him a lot?
Will: Spike? Naw never.
Shae: Ha no, your dad. I couldn’t even imagine losing my pops.
Will: Yeah...hold on I got a song ya might like that kinda sums dat all up for me.
He pulls his phone out and fiddles with it for a minute before handing her a pair of Sennheiser Bluetooth wireless headphones (no Beat's bullshit here) and he plays her Atmosphere's "Yesterday"
She gets to the reveal part towards the end of the song and her draw drops as she looks over at Will, who has just a dumb spaced out look on his face as soon as the song ends she nearly throws the headphones off and dives in at Will planting a long deep kiss on him, before realizing where they are and pulls back, blushing a bit.
Shae: Sorry...
Will just smiles.
Shae:...it was either break down crying or that.
Will: I liked that.
Both smile at each other before Will snaps his head towards the rest of the gym.
Will: WHATCHALL LOOKING AT? Looks like some of y’all want to do extra suicides!
He hops down off the ring and shoots her another smile.
Will: So...I'll see you tonight?
Shae: Fo'sure.
Will laughs at her trying to use his slang.
Will: You’re so white.
They say, to this day, people are still chanting
John-ny
Fuck-Boy
Clap clap clapclapclap
We open up on Will sitting on a milk crate outside of what looks to be a Hollywood Studio styled building. He's in nothing more than a white tank top and a pair of Atlanta Hawks throwback shorts. He runs his hand over his mouth before continuing on.
Grandpa Kaos is inside right now doing voice over work for a short film we shot this week. An idea I came up with when it was announced that I'd be steeping into the ring with Johnny Fuckboy and the Amazing Koala's again this week but...
He looks back at the building, then back towards the camera.
I don't think it'll ever see the light of day. See, I wanted to go down to my home town of Collage Park and show y'all firsthand what the war on drugs, and how the crack epidemic as not only ruined, but destroyed entire communities. How the war on drugs has made people of a certain social class the new age slave. To try and learn dat fuck boy a thang or two about how we do in the dirty dirty.
But.
Life got involved, some real shit went down, and to be honest with ya, one I don't think dat boy would learn a damn thing from it, and two, I don't want to exploit someone else pain and sufferin’ for my own gain. So we wrapped on da shoot, I got some of the tweekers to go seek help at the local shelter, and we helped the police close down a trap house.
See, I don't get involved with this politics bullshit, as far as I can done tell both sides done play us as fools and exploit us as cattle. What I do give a crap about is my community and trying to make it better, and not by taking shit away from people, or tellin’ people what they can and can’t do, we all free men, we all created equal, and I try to treat them as such. Where Johnny Fuck Boy sees a lazy drug abusing thug, I see a family man who's lost everything and addicted to the only thing that makes him forget.
I've seen ya type all around Georgia Johnny, James, whatever the fuck ya callin ya self this week. The type dat thinks he's better den everyone else, because of his skin tone. But the fact o'matter is dis boy. Maybe, just maybe you are smarter den me, maybe, just maybe you were born into a better life situation den me, but boy...
As a man, as a person?
And sure as fuck as a WRESTLER?
You aint got shit on me son.
So this week boy, this week we put the politics to da side, this week we put the hate to the side, this week I have one goal and one goal only.
Prove I am the GOD DAMN BEST WRESLER ALIVE TODAY!
He stands kicking the milk crate he was sitting on off to the side.
Last week I done showed you can happen when I get my hands on you James, 11 times I dropped you on ya head, and I'll do it again given the chance, but be warned boy, this week I aint going so light on you, see.
I done heard from a little birdy dat who ever has a good showing this week, whoever goes out there and impresses the brass the most, will not only earn dem selfs a place on the Night of Immortals card, but a shot at the Joker in the Pack.
And let's face it, who would you rather play cards with, ya Uncle Will? Or dem cheats the Lost Koalas? Or even ya drunk idiot cousin Johnny Fuck Boy?
And don't think I done forgot about dem boy's from down under. Last week me and Sam we went out there and proved why we are both the better halves of some of the best tag teams in the world, well me being former but anyways. I got to prove that I was not the weak link in my team, and Sam got to show that with a real partner he can take on anyone.
But Sam, don't think I didn't notice how stiff those tags were. I gotchu fam don't worry about that, pay back is a bitch, and I plan on collecting in full.
And I hope you were taking notes Dean, I hope you learned a thing or two from watching a real professional work, because this week you got to team up with a stan, a fan, a fucking mark, where me? I get to tag with the CWI Winner in Devlin Raine, and a former Invictus Champion Ryan Shane.
So Lost Boy's, let da best man win partner I can't wait to lock up with y’all one more gain this week.
And Johnny Fuck Boy, stay on the apron dis time boy, because if I get my hands on you, you fittin to get HURT.
Last week I hit you with one last 40 oz drop, one last pour in memory of my boy, the man of a 1000 holds, the one and only Nighthawk. Dis week do boy? Dis week if I, the man of a 1000 Suplexes hits ya with the One Wing Dirty Bird, I aint pinning ya ass boy, naw, dis time I'm gunna make ya my bitch, this time, if I get my jaws locked on ya, I's gonna make ya tap. Because once I get dat Dirty South Lock cinched in, aint nobody got da key.
WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT THAT BIATCH!
He 2 sweets the camera before we fade to black.
Shae: So your pops was mixed?
Will: Yeah half black half native.
Shae: And ya mom?
Will: Irish Italian.
Shae: You are a mutt aintcha boyo.
Will: Rub my belly and I'll be the most loyal mutt ya done ever met.
They both laugh.
Shae: That must be rough losing your pops like that though.
Will: Yeah well cancer is a bitch. We didn't have the most healthy of relationships but that was my pops, so yeah that's why I was so fired up that one time against Spike.
Shae: That's honestly when I first noticed you, when you ripped into him in that promo.
She blushes a bit.
Shae: Do you think about him a lot?
Will: Spike? Naw never.
Shae: Ha no, your dad. I couldn’t even imagine losing my pops.
Will: Yeah...hold on I got a song ya might like that kinda sums dat all up for me.
He pulls his phone out and fiddles with it for a minute before handing her a pair of Sennheiser Bluetooth wireless headphones (no Beat's bullshit here) and he plays her Atmosphere's "Yesterday"
She gets to the reveal part towards the end of the song and her draw drops as she looks over at Will, who has just a dumb spaced out look on his face as soon as the song ends she nearly throws the headphones off and dives in at Will planting a long deep kiss on him, before realizing where they are and pulls back, blushing a bit.
Shae: Sorry...
Will just smiles.
Shae:...it was either break down crying or that.
Will: I liked that.
Both smile at each other before Will snaps his head towards the rest of the gym.
Will: WHATCHALL LOOKING AT? Looks like some of y’all want to do extra suicides!
He hops down off the ring and shoots her another smile.
Will: So...I'll see you tonight?
Shae: Fo'sure.
Will laughs at her trying to use his slang.
Will: You’re so white.
They say, to this day, people are still chanting
John-ny
Fuck-Boy
Clap clap clapclapclap
We open up on Will sitting on a milk crate outside of what looks to be a Hollywood Studio styled building. He's in nothing more than a white tank top and a pair of Atlanta Hawks throwback shorts. He runs his hand over his mouth before continuing on.
Grandpa Kaos is inside right now doing voice over work for a short film we shot this week. An idea I came up with when it was announced that I'd be steeping into the ring with Johnny Fuckboy and the Amazing Koala's again this week but...
He looks back at the building, then back towards the camera.
I don't think it'll ever see the light of day. See, I wanted to go down to my home town of Collage Park and show y'all firsthand what the war on drugs, and how the crack epidemic as not only ruined, but destroyed entire communities. How the war on drugs has made people of a certain social class the new age slave. To try and learn dat fuck boy a thang or two about how we do in the dirty dirty.
But.
Life got involved, some real shit went down, and to be honest with ya, one I don't think dat boy would learn a damn thing from it, and two, I don't want to exploit someone else pain and sufferin’ for my own gain. So we wrapped on da shoot, I got some of the tweekers to go seek help at the local shelter, and we helped the police close down a trap house.
See, I don't get involved with this politics bullshit, as far as I can done tell both sides done play us as fools and exploit us as cattle. What I do give a crap about is my community and trying to make it better, and not by taking shit away from people, or tellin’ people what they can and can’t do, we all free men, we all created equal, and I try to treat them as such. Where Johnny Fuck Boy sees a lazy drug abusing thug, I see a family man who's lost everything and addicted to the only thing that makes him forget.
I've seen ya type all around Georgia Johnny, James, whatever the fuck ya callin ya self this week. The type dat thinks he's better den everyone else, because of his skin tone. But the fact o'matter is dis boy. Maybe, just maybe you are smarter den me, maybe, just maybe you were born into a better life situation den me, but boy...
As a man, as a person?
And sure as fuck as a WRESTLER?
You aint got shit on me son.
So this week boy, this week we put the politics to da side, this week we put the hate to the side, this week I have one goal and one goal only.
Prove I am the GOD DAMN BEST WRESLER ALIVE TODAY!
He stands kicking the milk crate he was sitting on off to the side.
Last week I done showed you can happen when I get my hands on you James, 11 times I dropped you on ya head, and I'll do it again given the chance, but be warned boy, this week I aint going so light on you, see.
I done heard from a little birdy dat who ever has a good showing this week, whoever goes out there and impresses the brass the most, will not only earn dem selfs a place on the Night of Immortals card, but a shot at the Joker in the Pack.
And let's face it, who would you rather play cards with, ya Uncle Will? Or dem cheats the Lost Koalas? Or even ya drunk idiot cousin Johnny Fuck Boy?
And don't think I done forgot about dem boy's from down under. Last week me and Sam we went out there and proved why we are both the better halves of some of the best tag teams in the world, well me being former but anyways. I got to prove that I was not the weak link in my team, and Sam got to show that with a real partner he can take on anyone.
But Sam, don't think I didn't notice how stiff those tags were. I gotchu fam don't worry about that, pay back is a bitch, and I plan on collecting in full.
And I hope you were taking notes Dean, I hope you learned a thing or two from watching a real professional work, because this week you got to team up with a stan, a fan, a fucking mark, where me? I get to tag with the CWI Winner in Devlin Raine, and a former Invictus Champion Ryan Shane.
So Lost Boy's, let da best man win partner I can't wait to lock up with y’all one more gain this week.
And Johnny Fuck Boy, stay on the apron dis time boy, because if I get my hands on you, you fittin to get HURT.
Last week I hit you with one last 40 oz drop, one last pour in memory of my boy, the man of a 1000 holds, the one and only Nighthawk. Dis week do boy? Dis week if I, the man of a 1000 Suplexes hits ya with the One Wing Dirty Bird, I aint pinning ya ass boy, naw, dis time I'm gunna make ya my bitch, this time, if I get my jaws locked on ya, I's gonna make ya tap. Because once I get dat Dirty South Lock cinched in, aint nobody got da key.
WHATCHA KNOW ABOUT THAT BIATCH!
He 2 sweets the camera before we fade to black.
Well howdy there pardner.