Post by Mr. Cameron (President) on Jul 4, 2008 16:38:24 GMT -3
(From Michael Cameron: Keep in mind that New Jack is living with Michael Cameron since his house burnt down)
CONTINUED FROM NEW JACK VS STONE COLD
* New Jack gets out of the car holding his KFC, followed by the cameraman. Mr. Cameron steps out of the house with his mouth wide open. *
New Jack: Now... I know that fuckin car wasn't there when we left... so somebody's tryin to fuck with me.
Mr. Cameron: No ones fuckin with you... that's my car, I just got back! I can't trust you with anything can I?
New Jack: HEY! I got dinner you ungratefull bitch! I have one little accident and your all up my ass!
Mr. Cameron: YOU JUST CRASHED 2 OF MY PRIZE CARS! Plus, when I got home, the mailbox was knocked down. I wonder who in the hell coulda done that!
New Jack: Pfft, I have no clue. Why are you looking at me?
* Mr. Cameron just shakes his head and begins to head inside. New Jack runs up. *
New Jack(giving Mr. Cameron a hug.): It's ok... Everything will be ok.
Mr. Cameron: Don't touch me!
* He goes inside, and New Jack comes down the stairs smiling. *
Cameraman: Why did you hug him?
New Jack(pulling out a set of keys): Ha ha, cause I had to get more wheels somehow!
Cameraman: NO! We are not steeling anymore of his cars!
New Jack: I havn't stolen any of his cars. See, they are all back here in one peice... well they're all back here! But fine, I gotta get to the arena. You can walk if you want.
* New Jack goes into Cameron's car collection, and jumps into the Mercadies Benz. The cameraman reluctantly climbs in with him. *
New Jack: Now don't worry, this one I will be careful with.
* He backs out, and misses the mailbox with the back of the car. He turns to the cameraman. *
New Jack: Ya see, missed it this time...
* He hits the mailbox with his side mirror, smashing the mirror off, and knocking over the mailbox once again. *
New Jack: Well fuck, that was unlucky.
* They pull away down the street. *
Cameraman: Well, I am sure you have obviously heard of the Battle Royal that is going to be happining. Don't you wish you could compete in it?
New Jack: What do you mean don't I wish? I AM competing in it!
Cameraman: No your not! You have a huge title match to focuse on.
New Jack: Fuck dat. If I get a chance to compete for one of the top titles in ROF, Ima take that oportunity! I don't care if I have one match, or 100 matches... Ima compete in that Battle Royal.
Cameraman: Well, that will certainly be interesting... STOP!
* New Jack slams on the brake, and he rear-ends the car in front of them. We hear the front end smash... and New Jack just backs up and pulls around. The man gets out of his car yelling at New Jack as he drives away. *
New Jack(very calmly): You were saying?
Cameraman: Well... ah... that will be interesting if you win this Battle Royal and your match against Austin, because then you will have a shot at becoming a world and IC champion! What do you think about that?
New Jack: Hey... what did I tell you about saying IF I win... I ALWAYS win my matches! And yeah, I think it will be a first in ROF to have a man holding TWO of the biggest titles in the company's. And trust me, that is exactly what will happen when I win that Battle Royal.
Cameraman: Well with all do respect... TURN!
* The car goes off the road, and rolls down a small hill, right into another street. The windos are completly smashed out, and the bumper is now missing. *
New Jack: Well... that was lucky.
Cameraman: LUCKY!
New Jack: Yeah, now we don't have to drive around another 2 or 3 miles, we landed right into the road I was heading for.
Cameraman: LOOK AT THE CAR!
New Jack: Fuck, I doubt he'll veen notice. Anyway, you were saying?
* They keep driving, now with an unatural clunking sound, as the cameraman catches his breath. *
Cameraman: Jesus... I was saying, this match is not like a normal match, you have to worry about dozens of people trying to throw you over the top rope!
New Jack: Yeah... like who? Stardust? He will try to keep me near him if anything. The Rock? That little bitch couldn't eliminate me if he had his Millions... and millions of imaginary fans help him. Oh... mabey the person who will eliminate me will be Alphonso Sharp! Oh, wait, we already established I could kick his faggot ass! Shane Savage? Fuck dat. I barely know who that is! OH! The Animal Fagtista could eliminate me, but he will be to busy taking his "protein pills" to win this match. Golden Sting and Vandal? Yeah, I have no idea who they are either. You see, NO ONE in ROF stands a chance against me.
Cameraman: Well, what about FOW? They have people competing.
New Jack: Fuck FOW. What dose that stand for... Fuck Off Wrestling? Who do they even have? Oh yeah, the have the big n*gga, ah... Mighty Bitch or something. Man, we finally get another n*gga around here and he's that hoe! Listen here Ahmed, you're a big dude, but you lack two things, that is very important in wrestling; talent, and a spine. You've won what... one or two matches... if that? And you suck up Jayson Ryders ass like he's your lover! I mean, the only reason I hang around Mrs. .. Mr. Cameron is he has nice stuff and I have nowhere to live. Who else do we have? Andrew Ryder? Please, the son of the King Of Queers himself, Jayson Ryder, and like father like son! Andrew, you act like a little saint, but deep down the shell dosen't fall far from the man shooting the gun.
* The cameraman looks at New Jack puzzled. *
New Jack: What? You guys use the apple and the tree bullshit, I use shell and the gun. Got a problem with that?
Cameraman: No no... continue.
New Jack: That's right! You don't inturupt me again. Anyway... who else we have? Pure Boring? What the hell is that guy talking about. (Doing a Pure Evil impression) "The dark forces of the light will focuse apon you and.." Ah fuck you. Speak English you roided up phsyco path! I could care less about you, your dark forces, or your pretty little face makeup! You don't scare me... and you certainly can't beat me!
* Suddenly, smoke rolls up from under the hood. *
New Jack: Hmm, that dosen't look good. Oh well. Anyway, who else do we have?
Cameraman: Marquis Dupree.
New Jack: Oh yes, Marqueer Dupree. The Reflection of Perfection? Well that reflection is a deception if it is showing him perfection! Listen here Marqueer, I would say this in words you understand, but I couldn't give a rats ass about French, and am not going to waiste my time learning a pointless language that I will never use again in my life!
Cameraman: What if you go to France?
New Jack: SHUT UP! Marqueer, pack your bags, because your going back to Quebeck when I get through with your dumb ass!
Cameraman: Well, you seem confident. Assuming... when you win the Battle Royal, do you think you can beat HHH?
New Jack: I KNOW I can beat that big nosed bitch any day of the week...
Cameraman: There's the arena!
* New Jack turns sharply and loses controll, running right into a tree, then spining back into a parking spot. *
New Jack: Well... let's go!
* They get out of the car and walk a little ways, then turn around. *
New Jack: Well, it's still fixable. The interior's good!
* Right then, the car just falls apart. The tires roll away, and the sides of the cars just collapse, making a horrific noise as they hit the pavement. *
New Jack(looking at a horrified cameraman: Alright, I'll admit it... that could have gone better.
* They walk into the arena, Cameraman still stuned. He mumbles out. *
Cameraman: So... you were saying about HHH.
New Jack: Oh yeah... HHH. Look, HHH, I know you will see this, so listen closely. I am coming for you, and I'm coming for you hard. When I win this Battle Royal, there will no where to run, no where to hide. You will be in the ring with an extreme man who will do anything to come out on top, and you KNOW that's the truth. But if you don't belive me then you just wait until you get into that ring with The Natural Born Killa, NEW JACK MUTHA FUCKA! Because I have been joking around a little lately, but trust me, if you want to step into the ring with me, there will be no jokes, no funny little moments. All there will be is a blood stained mat, and you laying there as I hold my hand up high as the NEW champion. Belive that... bitch!
* They stand there for a moment, then New Jacks angry look fades. *
New Jack: Lets go eat, we never got to eat that friggen KFC and I'm hungry like a mutha fucka!
* They walk off as the scene fades. *
CONTINUED FROM NEW JACK VS STONE COLD
* New Jack gets out of the car holding his KFC, followed by the cameraman. Mr. Cameron steps out of the house with his mouth wide open. *
New Jack: Now... I know that fuckin car wasn't there when we left... so somebody's tryin to fuck with me.
Mr. Cameron: No ones fuckin with you... that's my car, I just got back! I can't trust you with anything can I?
New Jack: HEY! I got dinner you ungratefull bitch! I have one little accident and your all up my ass!
Mr. Cameron: YOU JUST CRASHED 2 OF MY PRIZE CARS! Plus, when I got home, the mailbox was knocked down. I wonder who in the hell coulda done that!
New Jack: Pfft, I have no clue. Why are you looking at me?
* Mr. Cameron just shakes his head and begins to head inside. New Jack runs up. *
New Jack(giving Mr. Cameron a hug.): It's ok... Everything will be ok.
Mr. Cameron: Don't touch me!
* He goes inside, and New Jack comes down the stairs smiling. *
Cameraman: Why did you hug him?
New Jack(pulling out a set of keys): Ha ha, cause I had to get more wheels somehow!
Cameraman: NO! We are not steeling anymore of his cars!
New Jack: I havn't stolen any of his cars. See, they are all back here in one peice... well they're all back here! But fine, I gotta get to the arena. You can walk if you want.
* New Jack goes into Cameron's car collection, and jumps into the Mercadies Benz. The cameraman reluctantly climbs in with him. *
New Jack: Now don't worry, this one I will be careful with.
* He backs out, and misses the mailbox with the back of the car. He turns to the cameraman. *
New Jack: Ya see, missed it this time...
* He hits the mailbox with his side mirror, smashing the mirror off, and knocking over the mailbox once again. *
New Jack: Well fuck, that was unlucky.
* They pull away down the street. *
Cameraman: Well, I am sure you have obviously heard of the Battle Royal that is going to be happining. Don't you wish you could compete in it?
New Jack: What do you mean don't I wish? I AM competing in it!
Cameraman: No your not! You have a huge title match to focuse on.
New Jack: Fuck dat. If I get a chance to compete for one of the top titles in ROF, Ima take that oportunity! I don't care if I have one match, or 100 matches... Ima compete in that Battle Royal.
Cameraman: Well, that will certainly be interesting... STOP!
* New Jack slams on the brake, and he rear-ends the car in front of them. We hear the front end smash... and New Jack just backs up and pulls around. The man gets out of his car yelling at New Jack as he drives away. *
New Jack(very calmly): You were saying?
Cameraman: Well... ah... that will be interesting if you win this Battle Royal and your match against Austin, because then you will have a shot at becoming a world and IC champion! What do you think about that?
New Jack: Hey... what did I tell you about saying IF I win... I ALWAYS win my matches! And yeah, I think it will be a first in ROF to have a man holding TWO of the biggest titles in the company's. And trust me, that is exactly what will happen when I win that Battle Royal.
Cameraman: Well with all do respect... TURN!
* The car goes off the road, and rolls down a small hill, right into another street. The windos are completly smashed out, and the bumper is now missing. *
New Jack: Well... that was lucky.
Cameraman: LUCKY!
New Jack: Yeah, now we don't have to drive around another 2 or 3 miles, we landed right into the road I was heading for.
Cameraman: LOOK AT THE CAR!
New Jack: Fuck, I doubt he'll veen notice. Anyway, you were saying?
* They keep driving, now with an unatural clunking sound, as the cameraman catches his breath. *
Cameraman: Jesus... I was saying, this match is not like a normal match, you have to worry about dozens of people trying to throw you over the top rope!
New Jack: Yeah... like who? Stardust? He will try to keep me near him if anything. The Rock? That little bitch couldn't eliminate me if he had his Millions... and millions of imaginary fans help him. Oh... mabey the person who will eliminate me will be Alphonso Sharp! Oh, wait, we already established I could kick his faggot ass! Shane Savage? Fuck dat. I barely know who that is! OH! The Animal Fagtista could eliminate me, but he will be to busy taking his "protein pills" to win this match. Golden Sting and Vandal? Yeah, I have no idea who they are either. You see, NO ONE in ROF stands a chance against me.
Cameraman: Well, what about FOW? They have people competing.
New Jack: Fuck FOW. What dose that stand for... Fuck Off Wrestling? Who do they even have? Oh yeah, the have the big n*gga, ah... Mighty Bitch or something. Man, we finally get another n*gga around here and he's that hoe! Listen here Ahmed, you're a big dude, but you lack two things, that is very important in wrestling; talent, and a spine. You've won what... one or two matches... if that? And you suck up Jayson Ryders ass like he's your lover! I mean, the only reason I hang around Mrs. .. Mr. Cameron is he has nice stuff and I have nowhere to live. Who else do we have? Andrew Ryder? Please, the son of the King Of Queers himself, Jayson Ryder, and like father like son! Andrew, you act like a little saint, but deep down the shell dosen't fall far from the man shooting the gun.
* The cameraman looks at New Jack puzzled. *
New Jack: What? You guys use the apple and the tree bullshit, I use shell and the gun. Got a problem with that?
Cameraman: No no... continue.
New Jack: That's right! You don't inturupt me again. Anyway... who else we have? Pure Boring? What the hell is that guy talking about. (Doing a Pure Evil impression) "The dark forces of the light will focuse apon you and.." Ah fuck you. Speak English you roided up phsyco path! I could care less about you, your dark forces, or your pretty little face makeup! You don't scare me... and you certainly can't beat me!
* Suddenly, smoke rolls up from under the hood. *
New Jack: Hmm, that dosen't look good. Oh well. Anyway, who else do we have?
Cameraman: Marquis Dupree.
New Jack: Oh yes, Marqueer Dupree. The Reflection of Perfection? Well that reflection is a deception if it is showing him perfection! Listen here Marqueer, I would say this in words you understand, but I couldn't give a rats ass about French, and am not going to waiste my time learning a pointless language that I will never use again in my life!
Cameraman: What if you go to France?
New Jack: SHUT UP! Marqueer, pack your bags, because your going back to Quebeck when I get through with your dumb ass!
Cameraman: Well, you seem confident. Assuming... when you win the Battle Royal, do you think you can beat HHH?
New Jack: I KNOW I can beat that big nosed bitch any day of the week...
Cameraman: There's the arena!
* New Jack turns sharply and loses controll, running right into a tree, then spining back into a parking spot. *
New Jack: Well... let's go!
* They get out of the car and walk a little ways, then turn around. *
New Jack: Well, it's still fixable. The interior's good!
* Right then, the car just falls apart. The tires roll away, and the sides of the cars just collapse, making a horrific noise as they hit the pavement. *
New Jack(looking at a horrified cameraman: Alright, I'll admit it... that could have gone better.
* They walk into the arena, Cameraman still stuned. He mumbles out. *
Cameraman: So... you were saying about HHH.
New Jack: Oh yeah... HHH. Look, HHH, I know you will see this, so listen closely. I am coming for you, and I'm coming for you hard. When I win this Battle Royal, there will no where to run, no where to hide. You will be in the ring with an extreme man who will do anything to come out on top, and you KNOW that's the truth. But if you don't belive me then you just wait until you get into that ring with The Natural Born Killa, NEW JACK MUTHA FUCKA! Because I have been joking around a little lately, but trust me, if you want to step into the ring with me, there will be no jokes, no funny little moments. All there will be is a blood stained mat, and you laying there as I hold my hand up high as the NEW champion. Belive that... bitch!
* They stand there for a moment, then New Jacks angry look fades. *
New Jack: Lets go eat, we never got to eat that friggen KFC and I'm hungry like a mutha fucka!
* They walk off as the scene fades. *