Post by jr200210 on Jul 6, 2007 10:50:13 GMT -6
Eddie is waiting for his bags at an airport in Philadelphia. He loks kind of puzzled.
I still have no idea what Jay is talking about. The news...what news?
Well whatever it is it's going to have to wait, mainly because I have a match to win.
This match will make some people in it famous. This match will drag on, and I will win this match.
I'm ready to put my body on the line in ways it's not suppose do. If it takes burning objects, steel chairs, wooden tables.....consider it brought. This is not a wrestling match...this is a street fight.
Someone will get hurt. Very badly.
I'm ready to take on each and everyone of the competitors. I've been giving a chance and I will not blow it. I'll steal a win if I have to. I'll do whatever it takes to once again be on the top.
I don't care what Eddie Jones or anyone else has to say. I'm winning that match. Then I'm winning the title.
I can't wait to get my hands on Eddie Jones. That emo son of a bitch will get the worse ass kicking of his life. He won't know what hit him. I'll choke his ass out with his own shirt.
And when I lock in the sharpshooter...I'm not letting go 'til I hear his ribs snap. And it won't just be a normal sharpshooter he'll be rolled in barbed-wire, and laying on a burning table.
I'm willing to put everyone in this match in pain to score a victory. I'll do everything I need to do to score a win.
I'll be damned if I come out with nothing. I will win and no one in this match, no one on the roster will be able to stop me.
I'm ready to pe the competitor I was before. I'm ready.
Eddie grabs his luggage and walks out of the airport. He walks over to a parkign spot. He looks down at a card.
A-51 This is my spot but where is the car that shoudl be here for rental?
Eddie looks around.
This is ridicoulous. These stupid immigrant agencies and their poor practices of customer service.
Just then a Mazda 6 pulls up.
Finally! Some relief.
Not quite.
Jay, again? This needs to stop-it's getting played out.
Just like you're getting played.
Eddie walks up to the window.
Give me my f**king car.
Jay gets out of the car.
Sure.
Jay tosses the keys.
Jay walks off.
Eddie gets in the car and goes to put the key in the ignition.
He just broke the key. What an ass.
Eddie pulls out his iPhone and calls a cab.
I still have no idea what Jay is talking about. The news...what news?
Well whatever it is it's going to have to wait, mainly because I have a match to win.
This match will make some people in it famous. This match will drag on, and I will win this match.
I'm ready to put my body on the line in ways it's not suppose do. If it takes burning objects, steel chairs, wooden tables.....consider it brought. This is not a wrestling match...this is a street fight.
Someone will get hurt. Very badly.
I'm ready to take on each and everyone of the competitors. I've been giving a chance and I will not blow it. I'll steal a win if I have to. I'll do whatever it takes to once again be on the top.
I don't care what Eddie Jones or anyone else has to say. I'm winning that match. Then I'm winning the title.
I can't wait to get my hands on Eddie Jones. That emo son of a bitch will get the worse ass kicking of his life. He won't know what hit him. I'll choke his ass out with his own shirt.
And when I lock in the sharpshooter...I'm not letting go 'til I hear his ribs snap. And it won't just be a normal sharpshooter he'll be rolled in barbed-wire, and laying on a burning table.
I'm willing to put everyone in this match in pain to score a victory. I'll do everything I need to do to score a win.
I'll be damned if I come out with nothing. I will win and no one in this match, no one on the roster will be able to stop me.
I'm ready to pe the competitor I was before. I'm ready.
Eddie grabs his luggage and walks out of the airport. He walks over to a parkign spot. He looks down at a card.
A-51 This is my spot but where is the car that shoudl be here for rental?
Eddie looks around.
This is ridicoulous. These stupid immigrant agencies and their poor practices of customer service.
Just then a Mazda 6 pulls up.
Finally! Some relief.
Not quite.
Jay, again? This needs to stop-it's getting played out.
Just like you're getting played.
Eddie walks up to the window.
Give me my f**king car.
Jay gets out of the car.
Sure.
Jay tosses the keys.
Jay walks off.
Eddie gets in the car and goes to put the key in the ignition.
He just broke the key. What an ass.
Eddie pulls out his iPhone and calls a cab.