Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 21:52:51 GMT
The scene opens with a grainy YouTube video shot from some archaic camera phone, as we see Nick Jameson sitting in a chair, wearing a black hoodie over an old Immolation band shirt. Jameson rubs his head for a moment, sort of half smiling before getting very loud and intense.
Nick Jameson:
I introduced myself to Freedom Pro Wrestling in the classiest fucking fashion! I pulled my resources together, pulled my swagger card on the media, and I put on a damn fine press conference for you ungrateful pigs! And what do I get, huh? What is waiting for me at the end of this shit stained rainbow?
Arrogance, disrespect, latency...
Jameson shakes his head now, looking disgusted, but then fixes his wide eyed gaze back upon the camera.
Nick Jameson:
I haven't even had a match in this third world, bottom feeding, shithole promotion, and I'm already being treated like a pariah! And that's fine... If that's how you want to play it, have it your way, boys! You want to try to big league me, Davey Jones, act like you're gonna "show me how it is around here"? Let me show you the bottom of my boot, you gutless swine bitch. You can fool these fans, fool everybody in the back, but you can't fool me. You want a match with me cause you thinks it's going to be easy pickens. You think you got an easy win coming over some young boy, don't you?
News flash, dickbag, I ain't no young boy, and I ain't anybody's "young lion". You want to run around here, crazy as a fox, trying to knock off young guys to secure your spot, but guess what?
You picked the wrong one.
And if you really are "Mr. Crazy" around here, I'm gonna fix that for ya after I give you a rectal exam with my boot!
Jameson smiles big now, "The Real Horror" is getting warmed up a bit and feeling it.
Nick Jameson:
But from "arrogance" we get to "disrespect", and that brings me to Graham Baker.
Graham, your whole career is pinned on this whole notion that you're a "good guy". What a great fucking guy, ladies and gentlemen! You got the sunglasses, the attitude, you got your slick little moves you like to pull out of your ass. Trying to get pops off your spots instead of your talent, because you don't have any. Trying to wear those glasses and jacket to try to cover up the fact that you're a dime a dozen, nobody jabronie, and you're scared to death somebody's gonna figure it out.
Got'cha!
I see you, Graham Baker, I see what you are and you're everything I despise about this business in 2018. You think you're going to steal my moment and steal my spotlight? That spotlight is only going to serve to shine a light on your pummeled carcass after I beat you relentlessly.
But it's not just you, Graham. I go down the list around here, and there's a handful of you's standing right in front of me. Look at this clown getting a title shot at "Goodbye Cleveland". Clutch McCloud? Pathetic. Everything wrong with this business today wrapped up in a neat little package, and he's getting a title shot. If Jim Houston had half a brain, he'd put me in there, RIGHT AWAY, to beat the dog piss out this limp dick Brit holding the title hostage and put the belt on "America's Pro Wrestler", Nick Jameson!
But no...
Nah.
Nope.
Clutch McCloud, HE'S OUR MAN, THE MAIN EVENT'S LIKE A GARBAGE CAN... smelly, disgusting, and full of used condoms Houston tossed out after these two "earned their spot" around here.
When you lay all that on the table like that, it's pretty sad and disturbing, but I'll get back to the point here. Disrespect will not be tolerated, and I'm not taking any lip from you, Baker, and I'm not giving you an inch to breathe in my habitat. I'm devouring you and making you a sacrificial lamb as everybody bows down to the new God calling the shots around here.
"60 Minutes of Freedom" may well be your last 60 minutes of existence, but it'll prove to a noble death. From that point forward it will be forever known what happens when you sleep on "The Sexecutioner"!
And as for the "latency" around here, well I'm getting the run around about when this fight is even going to happen. Jimmy, you don't answer my calls, you don't text me back, you don't "wave back" on Facebook. What's the deal, buddy?
Oh, I think I know.
This organization is a joke. The money pays the same, though, any day of the week, so it really doesn't matter. Just give me my money when I show up to the building, and maybe I'll think about letting your wrestlers live another day. Maybe.
Freedom Pro, Jim Houston, all concerned parties, listen up and listen good. As of now, "The Real Horror" Nick Jameson runs shit here, and he just made your world a horrible place to be. You can suck it up, you can step up, I'm not hard to find. At "60 Minutes of Freedom", you'll find me in the center of the ring, hand raised, dick swinging, marking my territory.
Jameson flippantly throws up the middle finger and flips down the camera, and the promo ends. If the previous introduction didn't work, this one certainly set the tone for what lies for Freedom Pro in the Nick Jameson era.
OOC: Tried to serve a double purpose here, as I wanted to say a few more words about the match coming up at "60 Minutes of Freedom" while doing a more proper introduction of my character. Hope that's okay.
Nick Jameson:
I introduced myself to Freedom Pro Wrestling in the classiest fucking fashion! I pulled my resources together, pulled my swagger card on the media, and I put on a damn fine press conference for you ungrateful pigs! And what do I get, huh? What is waiting for me at the end of this shit stained rainbow?
Arrogance, disrespect, latency...
Jameson shakes his head now, looking disgusted, but then fixes his wide eyed gaze back upon the camera.
Nick Jameson:
I haven't even had a match in this third world, bottom feeding, shithole promotion, and I'm already being treated like a pariah! And that's fine... If that's how you want to play it, have it your way, boys! You want to try to big league me, Davey Jones, act like you're gonna "show me how it is around here"? Let me show you the bottom of my boot, you gutless swine bitch. You can fool these fans, fool everybody in the back, but you can't fool me. You want a match with me cause you thinks it's going to be easy pickens. You think you got an easy win coming over some young boy, don't you?
News flash, dickbag, I ain't no young boy, and I ain't anybody's "young lion". You want to run around here, crazy as a fox, trying to knock off young guys to secure your spot, but guess what?
You picked the wrong one.
And if you really are "Mr. Crazy" around here, I'm gonna fix that for ya after I give you a rectal exam with my boot!
Jameson smiles big now, "The Real Horror" is getting warmed up a bit and feeling it.
Nick Jameson:
But from "arrogance" we get to "disrespect", and that brings me to Graham Baker.
Graham, your whole career is pinned on this whole notion that you're a "good guy". What a great fucking guy, ladies and gentlemen! You got the sunglasses, the attitude, you got your slick little moves you like to pull out of your ass. Trying to get pops off your spots instead of your talent, because you don't have any. Trying to wear those glasses and jacket to try to cover up the fact that you're a dime a dozen, nobody jabronie, and you're scared to death somebody's gonna figure it out.
Got'cha!
I see you, Graham Baker, I see what you are and you're everything I despise about this business in 2018. You think you're going to steal my moment and steal my spotlight? That spotlight is only going to serve to shine a light on your pummeled carcass after I beat you relentlessly.
But it's not just you, Graham. I go down the list around here, and there's a handful of you's standing right in front of me. Look at this clown getting a title shot at "Goodbye Cleveland". Clutch McCloud? Pathetic. Everything wrong with this business today wrapped up in a neat little package, and he's getting a title shot. If Jim Houston had half a brain, he'd put me in there, RIGHT AWAY, to beat the dog piss out this limp dick Brit holding the title hostage and put the belt on "America's Pro Wrestler", Nick Jameson!
But no...
Nah.
Nope.
Clutch McCloud, HE'S OUR MAN, THE MAIN EVENT'S LIKE A GARBAGE CAN... smelly, disgusting, and full of used condoms Houston tossed out after these two "earned their spot" around here.
When you lay all that on the table like that, it's pretty sad and disturbing, but I'll get back to the point here. Disrespect will not be tolerated, and I'm not taking any lip from you, Baker, and I'm not giving you an inch to breathe in my habitat. I'm devouring you and making you a sacrificial lamb as everybody bows down to the new God calling the shots around here.
"60 Minutes of Freedom" may well be your last 60 minutes of existence, but it'll prove to a noble death. From that point forward it will be forever known what happens when you sleep on "The Sexecutioner"!
And as for the "latency" around here, well I'm getting the run around about when this fight is even going to happen. Jimmy, you don't answer my calls, you don't text me back, you don't "wave back" on Facebook. What's the deal, buddy?
Oh, I think I know.
This organization is a joke. The money pays the same, though, any day of the week, so it really doesn't matter. Just give me my money when I show up to the building, and maybe I'll think about letting your wrestlers live another day. Maybe.
Freedom Pro, Jim Houston, all concerned parties, listen up and listen good. As of now, "The Real Horror" Nick Jameson runs shit here, and he just made your world a horrible place to be. You can suck it up, you can step up, I'm not hard to find. At "60 Minutes of Freedom", you'll find me in the center of the ring, hand raised, dick swinging, marking my territory.
Jameson flippantly throws up the middle finger and flips down the camera, and the promo ends. If the previous introduction didn't work, this one certainly set the tone for what lies for Freedom Pro in the Nick Jameson era.
OOC: Tried to serve a double purpose here, as I wanted to say a few more words about the match coming up at "60 Minutes of Freedom" while doing a more proper introduction of my character. Hope that's okay.
