Post by Classy J on Aug 24, 2011 20:01:41 GMT -5
[Scene Open] The piano intro to Andrew W.K.'s vagabond begins to play, per J's request the small pyro he had did not go off since he was simply walking out to run his mouth, wishing to remain professional outside of the ring he felt it best not to waste money on it unless he was coming out to fight.
Anywho, Classy strolls on out in his nice suit jacket, fedora, sunglasses...of course his wrestling gear is on underneath. Two bags of ice were tied around his neck, he didn't suffer a very bad injury but it never hurt to use ice when it came to potentially dangerous injuries.
Surprisingly J. got cheers...well not really surprising, he was the underdog in that match. None the less, he looked around at the crowd with an amused look and shrugged at the camera before strolling into the ring and asking for a microphone. Once he got said microphone he would take a seat on top of the nearest turnbuckle, something that he was aiming to make a trademark of his.
"Okay first off, I need to set the record straight, cuz I was rewatching the match...no not because I'm full of myself, cuz I wanted to see where I screwed up...and I heard the announcers say I came from an.'upscale background'. It seems like some people don't understand ironic humor.....I'm just a smartass kid from Harrisburg with some violent tendencies, the Classy thing is also alliterative."
J. would stop and turn towards the commentators.
"That means that it has the first letter as another word..'Classy. Callahan.', get it?...oh by the way."
He'd point to his neck.
"I think I figured out where I things went sour during the match, and the dumb redneck, his words not mine, capitalized on it."
He'd pause and get a few chuckles for the bad joke.
"Anyways, I came out here to address Mr. Black Dragon....at least I wanted to but see, I can't really say anything bad about Mr. Dragon, he doesn't talk...or at least speak English."
"Now it's true I did try to be his friend, I dunno whether he wants to accept that offer or not because his mouthpiece doesn't let him make his own decisions."
He might be starting to get some cheers, he'd shrug.
"I don't know why you're cheering, I'm not a big fan of Hope Dudley either."
The cheers would start to turn into some boo's.
"But that's because she thought the Smurf's movie was good, it's got nothing to do with her ring ability or the fact that she has what the kids today refer to as a 'vaj'"
More chuckles from some of the hipster fans, probably less booing due to his silly reason for disliking her.
"Anyways, I can't trash talk Black Dragon, I like how he fights, I'm a little biased because we're both into the flippy shit but still, I got no problem with him."
He'd pause for a moment before cracking a smile.
"SO.....I'll settle for the next best thing. Let's talk about Miguel whatshisface."
He'd pause again to allow the crowd to voice their opinion before continuing.
"Miguel, call it a hunch but I don't think you're being a very good interpreter for BlackDrag. I mean I might not know much about what the job involves but I'm pretty sure interpreters usually have to let the person speak before they can translate, right?"
He'd raise his mic up, the crowd would say 'right!'
"Now, if you ask me, you're just some guy too lazy to bust his own ass in the ring so you find some naive but talented Japanese guy who wants to wrestle in....say it with me now, 'U.S.A.'"
He'd stop to allow a few of the more patriotic members of the crowd chant U.S.A., after a few seconds of that J. would respond to the crowd.
"Sorry guys, I left my 2x4 at home."
To which the crowd would respond with 'HOOOOO!!'
"Back to the topic at hand. It's unfair to BlackDrag that you're hogging his spotlight by running your mouth and whining about petty crap. This may come as a shock to you but at the rate you're going, no one's gonna look back on BlackDrag's history and go 'Man, that Miguel guy sure helped slingshot him into the main event.' What's gonna happen is they're gonna see you on 'UWA Greatest hits' or whatever the hell it's gonna be called...and hit the fast forward button. But that's besides the point, my real problem isn't that you suck at your job, my problem is that you spent most of the time whining about Hope, leaving me as an afterthought."
"See, I got thick skin, you can trash talk me all you want, I don't care, there are two things that annoy me, when you're given a mic and spend most of it kissing up to someone, even me, or when you underestimate me."
J turns to one of the cameras.
"Miguel, first off, the best you could come up with is saying I might be a girl. Good job, you've learned how to insult like a 12 year old. On top of that, you don't seem to have your priorities straight. What you should be worrying about is teaching BlackDrag some English....and avoiding me. Because my priorities are going to be beating BlackDrag....and breaking your jaw so you don't have a job anymore."
The crowd would probably erupt in cheers. Classy would hop down the turnbuckle and pause because he had one last stinger to give Miguel.
"Oh one more thing, how much do you guys wanna bet that when Miguel watches this he tells BlackDrag I'm badmouthing his sister or making fun of Japan or some other type of insult that I'm far above."
The crowd would probably boo in response to the idea, J would chuckle and continue.
"So before I break your jaw, I'm going to beat the shit out of you until you start being upfront with Blackdrag....either that or I get someone who speaks Japanese....but regardless it'll hopefully end with BlackDrag finding a better manager and you in the hospital."
J snapped his fingers, and Andrew W.K. would start up again to the sound of cheers. J. strolls on out of the ring and into the back he still wasn't going to pander to the crowd but he figured they disliked Miguel as much as he did so it wouldn't hurt to get along.
[END SCENE]
Anywho, Classy strolls on out in his nice suit jacket, fedora, sunglasses...of course his wrestling gear is on underneath. Two bags of ice were tied around his neck, he didn't suffer a very bad injury but it never hurt to use ice when it came to potentially dangerous injuries.
Surprisingly J. got cheers...well not really surprising, he was the underdog in that match. None the less, he looked around at the crowd with an amused look and shrugged at the camera before strolling into the ring and asking for a microphone. Once he got said microphone he would take a seat on top of the nearest turnbuckle, something that he was aiming to make a trademark of his.
"Okay first off, I need to set the record straight, cuz I was rewatching the match...no not because I'm full of myself, cuz I wanted to see where I screwed up...and I heard the announcers say I came from an.'upscale background'. It seems like some people don't understand ironic humor.....I'm just a smartass kid from Harrisburg with some violent tendencies, the Classy thing is also alliterative."
J. would stop and turn towards the commentators.
"That means that it has the first letter as another word..'Classy. Callahan.', get it?...oh by the way."
He'd point to his neck.
"I think I figured out where I things went sour during the match, and the dumb redneck, his words not mine, capitalized on it."
He'd pause and get a few chuckles for the bad joke.
"Anyways, I came out here to address Mr. Black Dragon....at least I wanted to but see, I can't really say anything bad about Mr. Dragon, he doesn't talk...or at least speak English."
"Now it's true I did try to be his friend, I dunno whether he wants to accept that offer or not because his mouthpiece doesn't let him make his own decisions."
He might be starting to get some cheers, he'd shrug.
"I don't know why you're cheering, I'm not a big fan of Hope Dudley either."
The cheers would start to turn into some boo's.
"But that's because she thought the Smurf's movie was good, it's got nothing to do with her ring ability or the fact that she has what the kids today refer to as a 'vaj'"
More chuckles from some of the hipster fans, probably less booing due to his silly reason for disliking her.
"Anyways, I can't trash talk Black Dragon, I like how he fights, I'm a little biased because we're both into the flippy shit but still, I got no problem with him."
He'd pause for a moment before cracking a smile.
"SO.....I'll settle for the next best thing. Let's talk about Miguel whatshisface."
He'd pause again to allow the crowd to voice their opinion before continuing.
"Miguel, call it a hunch but I don't think you're being a very good interpreter for BlackDrag. I mean I might not know much about what the job involves but I'm pretty sure interpreters usually have to let the person speak before they can translate, right?"
He'd raise his mic up, the crowd would say 'right!'
"Now, if you ask me, you're just some guy too lazy to bust his own ass in the ring so you find some naive but talented Japanese guy who wants to wrestle in....say it with me now, 'U.S.A.'"
He'd stop to allow a few of the more patriotic members of the crowd chant U.S.A., after a few seconds of that J. would respond to the crowd.
"Sorry guys, I left my 2x4 at home."
To which the crowd would respond with 'HOOOOO!!'
"Back to the topic at hand. It's unfair to BlackDrag that you're hogging his spotlight by running your mouth and whining about petty crap. This may come as a shock to you but at the rate you're going, no one's gonna look back on BlackDrag's history and go 'Man, that Miguel guy sure helped slingshot him into the main event.' What's gonna happen is they're gonna see you on 'UWA Greatest hits' or whatever the hell it's gonna be called...and hit the fast forward button. But that's besides the point, my real problem isn't that you suck at your job, my problem is that you spent most of the time whining about Hope, leaving me as an afterthought."
"See, I got thick skin, you can trash talk me all you want, I don't care, there are two things that annoy me, when you're given a mic and spend most of it kissing up to someone, even me, or when you underestimate me."
J turns to one of the cameras.
"Miguel, first off, the best you could come up with is saying I might be a girl. Good job, you've learned how to insult like a 12 year old. On top of that, you don't seem to have your priorities straight. What you should be worrying about is teaching BlackDrag some English....and avoiding me. Because my priorities are going to be beating BlackDrag....and breaking your jaw so you don't have a job anymore."
The crowd would probably erupt in cheers. Classy would hop down the turnbuckle and pause because he had one last stinger to give Miguel.
"Oh one more thing, how much do you guys wanna bet that when Miguel watches this he tells BlackDrag I'm badmouthing his sister or making fun of Japan or some other type of insult that I'm far above."
The crowd would probably boo in response to the idea, J would chuckle and continue.
"So before I break your jaw, I'm going to beat the shit out of you until you start being upfront with Blackdrag....either that or I get someone who speaks Japanese....but regardless it'll hopefully end with BlackDrag finding a better manager and you in the hospital."
J snapped his fingers, and Andrew W.K. would start up again to the sound of cheers. J. strolls on out of the ring and into the back he still wasn't going to pander to the crowd but he figured they disliked Miguel as much as he did so it wouldn't hurt to get along.
[END SCENE]
