Post by Joey The Bastard on Feb 8, 2015 23:54:09 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the backstage area right after Kurt Orton won the Ascension Rumble. Steve Blackman is standing by the area where superstars leave the ring area. JTB stumbles through the black curtain having just been eliminated by Kurt Orton. Joey the Bastard was once again the winning elimination. Blackman tries to hold JTB up, but The Bastard pushes him away. Joey is pissed off, and almost screaming in Steve Blackman's face.
JTB: What the hell was that, man? Where the hell were you?
Blackman: Sorry, boss, I thought you...
JTB: I don't pay you to think! I was supposed to throw you out, and then you were supposed to help me win. That's why I hired your stupid ass! Remember the plan?
Blackman: I'm sorry, boss. I thought you had it in the bag.
JTB: NEVER change course on a plan, you moron!
JTB shoves Blackman's face hard. Blackman stumbles backward, and JTB grabs him by the face.
JTB: You wanna go back to being a damn nobody, Steve? You wanna go back to being some forgotten piece of garbage teaching kids kung fu? Cause I can make that happen! I brought you back to this world, remember that. It wasn't Vince McMahon. It was me! And when I tell you to stick around ringside and help me win... YOU STICK AROUND RINGSIDE AND HELP ME WIN!
Blackman's face doesn't change. He stares in to the hate-filled eyes of The Bastard for a few seconds, then responds.
Blackman: You got it, boss.
JTB shoves Blackman's face again, letting him go.
JTB: That's what I thought. Not ONE of you guys had my back out there tonight. We were supposed to take the whole damn thing. All of us! THAT WAS THE PLAN! Where are the rest of them?
Blackman: In the locker room, boss.
JTB: Oh, I see how it is... Having a nice rest, are they? How come they aren't here to meet me like you are? Cause I don't pay them, probably. They put on a piss-poor effort then it's off to the showers, is it? No wonder we didn't win!
Blackman: Boss, it's not like that.
JTB: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't pay you to give me opinions. I pay you to do your damn job! And, tonight, you failed. Joey the Bastard didn't fail. YOU FAILED! The New Age failed... ME! But, be assured on one thing. It's never gonna happen again.
The Bastard shoves passed Steve Blackman and starts to make his way to the new New Age locker room.
***
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
The rain poured down hard on the roof of the chapel. Thunder and lightning crackled through the sky above, but Joey wasn't startled. No, he had tuned everything else in the world out as he stared down at his hands. Hardened. Cracked. Bloated. His nails were chewed right down to the quick. A nervous habit of his that he had carried with him since he was a small boy. When you lived in an abusive home, with a abusive drunk as a father, you tend to pick up some bad habits. You always had to on edge. there was no telling when the back of somebody's hand would fly out of nowhere and strike you across the face. It was an anxiety-ridden hell of a childhood to say the least.The Bastard spotted a tiny part of his index finger nail that wasn't quite rounded off. He jumped at the chance to make it right, and got that nail between his teeth in a heartbeat.
Joey was soaked to the bone. He had journeyed across the city, going nowhere in particular. Wandering would be a better word to describe his latest so-called journey. No where to go, and no real place to be. Not yet, at least. Sure, he had a match on RAW, but that wasn't for a couple days. Until then, The Bastard just needed some Bastard Time. He knew that he was to be teaming with Zak to take on the new team of Sin and Bishop, and he had watched both of their promos.
Jesus freaks. Great. Here we go again.
How many bible-thumpers do we need to see in the wrestling world before everybody realizes that the shtick is getting old. Getting old? It's been old for ten years! Jake "The Snake" Roberts did it best. But, since then, everybody else who has tried it has just come off as a cheap knock off. And, in Joey's mind, Sin and Bishop were no different. But, when The Bastard turned the corner that led him to this beautiful old style chapel, he knew that this place was where Joey needed to be that night. Where he was meant be. It was destined to be. His eyes lit up, and a feeling of glee overwhelmed him as he ran across the street. But, we must not ignore the feelings of panic and fear Joey felt as he approached the chapel doors. It was so perfect. The perfect place. It was almost as though he was led to...
CRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAK
The door in the back creaked open and The Bastard looked around the main hall, his finger still in his mouth. He rounded off that nail like he wanted to, but he'd be back for more. It was never really perfect, was it? Joey was sitting in an aisle seat of one of the pews closer to the front. The priest emerged from the back room in the usual Catholic priest get up. He spotted The Bastard before Joey spotted him. A friendly smile filled the priest's face as he approached.
"Greetings, my son." The priest said warmly. Joey jolted his line of view toward the voice. The Bastard looked like shit. That was the best way to describe him. He was drenched from head to toe. It was cold out, too. Joey wasn't even wearing a jacket. He was shivering, and when the priest saw this, his smile faded.
"My son, are you well?" He was legitimately concerned. "How long have you been out in this storm?"
The Bastard couldn't even remember. He wasn't drunk. Not in the slightest. But still... he couldn't remember. "I... I don't know."
The priest was holding a thermas. He held it out to Joey with a welcoming smile. "Here. Soup. It's nice and hot. Should warm you up."
Joey stared at it for a few seconds then took it from the priest. He unscrewed the top and removed it. Steam billowed out from the open and the scent of chicken noodle soup engulfed the scent receptors inside of Joey's nose. It smelled amazing. The Bastard took a sip of the broth. It tasted amazing! He snarffed the whole thing down in about three gulps and handed the thermas back to the priest.
"Thank you."
"You're more than welcome, my son." The priest replied. "One who seeks solace with the Lord should never be cold and hungry. Now, let's get you in to some warms clothes."
The priest took Joey's soaked clothes and gave him dry ones. The Bastard came out of the washroom where the priest was waiting for him. "Now, I have a feeling that you need to speak to someone."
Joey looked down at his hands again. "Yes. Please. I just need to talk to anybody who will listen."
"Then come, my son," the priest extended his arm toward the confessional booth. "Speak to The Lord though me, and The Lord will listen. The Lord will forgive you, because The Lord created you."
Joey reluctantly followed the priest to the confessional booth. The priest got in to his side, while Joey got in to his own.
"Confess your sins, my son, and The Lord will forgive you."
"So, it's that easy, is it?" Joey said, defiantly. "What if I was some child diddler? Would he forgive me then?"
"Well..." The priest paused. "Are you?"
"No!"
"Well, that's good, but please, confide..."
"Well, I haven't killed anybody if that's what you're wondering. Attempted murder, sure, but not full on murder. I drink too much, I take drugs. I'm selfish as fuck." Joey laughed. "I swear in church apparently. I covet what other people have. I'm jealous of people more successful than I am. I'm addicted to everything you can think of. Booze, drugs, sex, gambling, you name it. I've beating up people weaker than I am, and I enjoyed it. I like to hurt people."
"Well, sometimes we need to come to these realizations to truly discover who we are, and who we want to be, my son. After that, we can make the changes needed to become whoever we want to be. You can make the change, and decide to start helping people, not hurting them. To make them feel good instead of bad."
"But, you don't get it. I like doing it! What the hell is wrong with me?"
"The Lord knows that his creations have flaws, and that is why God so easily forgives. But, remember that The Lord created us all in his image in every single way. So our flaws could also be considered His flaws. We forgive The Lord, and The Lord forgives us. It's a two-way street."
"The Lord created us in his image..."
"That's right, my son. All you have to do is repent, and all will be forgiven."
"God created me... I am God... I am... my own God..." The Bastard said this as if he were solving the hardest riddle in the world. It was an epiphany.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far..."
"Forgive me." The Bastard was in his own world now. "For what I must do."
"I don't understand." The priest was getting a little uneasy now. "But, The Lord forgives you."
"Oh, I wasn't talking to you, father, or your Lord." The priest couldn't see Joey anymore through the screen. Joey voice was muffled. The priest was scared now.
"I was talking to me!"
The Bastard's hand smashed through the screen, grabbing the priest by the throat. The priest screamed, but it was the middle of the night. The church was in the middle of nowhere, and the screams were muffled by crack after crack of thunder and lightning in the skies above.
***
The Bastard took a drag of his smoke. It amazed him how his smokes hadn't gotten soaked. He sat on a curb across the street from the church. Bright orange light flickered across Joey's face as he watched his handy-work. The chapel was burning; engulfed in flames, and Joey watched it as if he were watching his favorite movie. Joey took another drag then flicked the butt. He stood up still watching the engulfed church. Then he heard sirens. It was time to go back...
To Thy WWE.
***
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Thy WWE RAW. Joey the Bastard is standing by with Steve Blackman at his side who is holding Joey's (now defunct) Thy WWE Tag Team Championship. The other, if you remember, is in the possession of The Bastard's girlfriend, Triana. The Bastard looks to be his usual self as he starts to to talk to the camera.
JTB: Well, folks, the Rumble has come and gone, and what it night it was! Blade LaVigne is still the World Champ, and Kurt Orton is going to WrestleMania to fight for that very title! And the New Age... Well, the New Age really shit the bed that night, didn't they? Bob Cena failed in his attempt to be become the champion yet again! And the rest of the New Age failed in their attempts to main event WrestleMania. After the match, I figured it was best if I didn't express my thoughts on the matter, but after thinking about it over the passed week, I've decdided... Screw that!
I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in the New Age. We had a concrete plan that was fool-proof, and we didn't pull it off. You wanna know why we didn't pull it off? Because they left me out there with the revenge seeking maniac in Kurt Orton! Where were you guys? You guys get tossed out, and then what? You head to the back? That's not what I would've done. No, I would have stayed out there and helped you guys toss out the remaining others to make sure you won the damn thing. Now, Troy, you put on one hell of an effort and I'm proud of you, but that doesn't change the fact that you left me hanging out there just like Zak and Triana did. We are a team, and all we had to do was work like one, and we'd all be going to WrestleMania. And think about if Bob Cena had actually won... We'd all be main-eventing WrestleMania! Isn't that what you guys wanted? I know that's what I wanted, but I can't do it all by myself.
JTB pauses for a second, shooting a glare at Steve Blackman.
JTB: Of course Kurt Orton is gonna come at me in beast-mode. I mean, I broke his wife's freakin' neck! You guys didn't see that coming? He was off his rocker! At one point, the thought never dawned on you guys that, "Oh shit, it's down to JTB, and KO. Let's get out there and secure this thing." No, you sat in the back and watched me lose. Yes, I lost, but you guys did absolutely NOTHING to stop it!
The Bastard is visibly getting more and more upset, but he calms himself down before he can say something he can't take back.
JTB: But, it's okay. People make mistakes, and friends screw each other over from time to time. I accept that. But, trust is a two-way street, and that bond has been damn near broken like AJ Orton's neck. We're still the most dominant force in Thy WWE... We're still a team... And you guys are still my family. I know sometimes that it's hard living another person's shadow, and I know it's hard knowing that you're not the best in the group, but that's not my fault, guys. And what happened at Ascension... that's not my fault, either. That failure falls on you. But, don't worry... I forgive you.
JTB smirks at the camera, before changing gears.
JTB: But, let's talk about tonight. The debut of the Jesus Freaks! The Bible-Thumpers are in action tonight when they take on the New Age! Zak Shields and yours truly, the baddest bastard on the face of this earth. Don't worry, fans. Zak Shields won't be putting on another one of his half-assed performances tonight, because he's teaming with Jay to the Tee to the Bee, and you know that JTB is the S to the H to the I the to T! New Age needs a bounce back victory, and tonight, it happens when we step in to the ring with Sin and Bishop.
JTB glances down at his hands for a second then gets right back to it.
JTB: Sin, Bishop... You're new here, but you'll find out just who the hell the New Age is after we run you two out of the building and out of this company. This is my house... Sorry... This is OUR house, and you guys are just special guests. I wonder, are you two even gonna get entrances? Or is the show gonna come back from commercial and we'll find you guys already in the ring waiting to get your asses beat? I mean, you're whole deal has been done time and time again, and I don't think any of these fans see you guys as any sort of threat. I'd be surprised if you guys were even any good at losing! The Lord this, and The Lord that... Well, screw The Lord! There is one God on this earth and one God only... I am my own God! Zak is his own God! Little Jimmy in the front row... He is his own God! We don't need scumbags like you coming in to our company and spewing that out-dated bullshit. You're wasting your lives, you know that, right? And, not only that, you're wasting everybody's time by coming to this company. Sure, you guys had your entertaining spots, but it's nothing new. Recycled garbage if you ask me, and I don't give a damn if you asked me or not. I'm gonna tell you the way it is. Tonight, Sin and Bishop, you guys will come in, thinking your gonna make an impact, and you're gonna fail. The wrestling world is buzzing about you guys coming to Thy WWE. They say that you guys could be top dogs. Well, they said that about Prince Xavier... they said that about Scott Wilson... they said that about Rain... And where are they now? Flashes in the pan come and go on a weekly basis, and once you guys figure out that you're not good enough to make it to the top, you're tuck your tails between your legs and run just like all the rest. Cause, face it, losing sucks. I hate losing. Fortunately, I win a hell of a lot more times than I lose. But, you guys? I foresee a lot of loses in your futures if you try your hand at the best wrestling company in the world. And you wanna know why it's the best wrestling company in the world? Cause I'm here!
JTB starts to get hyped up.
JTB: I strive for these types of matches. Putting punks in their places, and there is no doubt about it that you two, Sin and Bishop, are nothing but a couple of punk... ass... bitches! And, I don't give a damn if you know who I am, cause after tonight, you'll always remember the name Joey the Bastard as the guy who slammed the door in your faces before you could even get your foot inside. And if you two jabronis don't like me, you can friggin' bite me! Come on, Blackie.
JTB leaves the shot to go get ready to follow up on his words. The Bastard is supremely confident as he struts off down the hall. He truly does, believe everything he says.
The End.
JTB: What the hell was that, man? Where the hell were you?
Blackman: Sorry, boss, I thought you...
JTB: I don't pay you to think! I was supposed to throw you out, and then you were supposed to help me win. That's why I hired your stupid ass! Remember the plan?
Blackman: I'm sorry, boss. I thought you had it in the bag.
JTB: NEVER change course on a plan, you moron!
JTB shoves Blackman's face hard. Blackman stumbles backward, and JTB grabs him by the face.
JTB: You wanna go back to being a damn nobody, Steve? You wanna go back to being some forgotten piece of garbage teaching kids kung fu? Cause I can make that happen! I brought you back to this world, remember that. It wasn't Vince McMahon. It was me! And when I tell you to stick around ringside and help me win... YOU STICK AROUND RINGSIDE AND HELP ME WIN!
Blackman's face doesn't change. He stares in to the hate-filled eyes of The Bastard for a few seconds, then responds.
Blackman: You got it, boss.
JTB shoves Blackman's face again, letting him go.
JTB: That's what I thought. Not ONE of you guys had my back out there tonight. We were supposed to take the whole damn thing. All of us! THAT WAS THE PLAN! Where are the rest of them?
Blackman: In the locker room, boss.
JTB: Oh, I see how it is... Having a nice rest, are they? How come they aren't here to meet me like you are? Cause I don't pay them, probably. They put on a piss-poor effort then it's off to the showers, is it? No wonder we didn't win!
Blackman: Boss, it's not like that.
JTB: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't pay you to give me opinions. I pay you to do your damn job! And, tonight, you failed. Joey the Bastard didn't fail. YOU FAILED! The New Age failed... ME! But, be assured on one thing. It's never gonna happen again.
The Bastard shoves passed Steve Blackman and starts to make his way to the new New Age locker room.
***
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
The rain poured down hard on the roof of the chapel. Thunder and lightning crackled through the sky above, but Joey wasn't startled. No, he had tuned everything else in the world out as he stared down at his hands. Hardened. Cracked. Bloated. His nails were chewed right down to the quick. A nervous habit of his that he had carried with him since he was a small boy. When you lived in an abusive home, with a abusive drunk as a father, you tend to pick up some bad habits. You always had to on edge. there was no telling when the back of somebody's hand would fly out of nowhere and strike you across the face. It was an anxiety-ridden hell of a childhood to say the least.The Bastard spotted a tiny part of his index finger nail that wasn't quite rounded off. He jumped at the chance to make it right, and got that nail between his teeth in a heartbeat.
Joey was soaked to the bone. He had journeyed across the city, going nowhere in particular. Wandering would be a better word to describe his latest so-called journey. No where to go, and no real place to be. Not yet, at least. Sure, he had a match on RAW, but that wasn't for a couple days. Until then, The Bastard just needed some Bastard Time. He knew that he was to be teaming with Zak to take on the new team of Sin and Bishop, and he had watched both of their promos.
Jesus freaks. Great. Here we go again.
How many bible-thumpers do we need to see in the wrestling world before everybody realizes that the shtick is getting old. Getting old? It's been old for ten years! Jake "The Snake" Roberts did it best. But, since then, everybody else who has tried it has just come off as a cheap knock off. And, in Joey's mind, Sin and Bishop were no different. But, when The Bastard turned the corner that led him to this beautiful old style chapel, he knew that this place was where Joey needed to be that night. Where he was meant be. It was destined to be. His eyes lit up, and a feeling of glee overwhelmed him as he ran across the street. But, we must not ignore the feelings of panic and fear Joey felt as he approached the chapel doors. It was so perfect. The perfect place. It was almost as though he was led to...
CRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAK
The door in the back creaked open and The Bastard looked around the main hall, his finger still in his mouth. He rounded off that nail like he wanted to, but he'd be back for more. It was never really perfect, was it? Joey was sitting in an aisle seat of one of the pews closer to the front. The priest emerged from the back room in the usual Catholic priest get up. He spotted The Bastard before Joey spotted him. A friendly smile filled the priest's face as he approached.
"Greetings, my son." The priest said warmly. Joey jolted his line of view toward the voice. The Bastard looked like shit. That was the best way to describe him. He was drenched from head to toe. It was cold out, too. Joey wasn't even wearing a jacket. He was shivering, and when the priest saw this, his smile faded.
"My son, are you well?" He was legitimately concerned. "How long have you been out in this storm?"
The Bastard couldn't even remember. He wasn't drunk. Not in the slightest. But still... he couldn't remember. "I... I don't know."
The priest was holding a thermas. He held it out to Joey with a welcoming smile. "Here. Soup. It's nice and hot. Should warm you up."
Joey stared at it for a few seconds then took it from the priest. He unscrewed the top and removed it. Steam billowed out from the open and the scent of chicken noodle soup engulfed the scent receptors inside of Joey's nose. It smelled amazing. The Bastard took a sip of the broth. It tasted amazing! He snarffed the whole thing down in about three gulps and handed the thermas back to the priest.
"Thank you."
"You're more than welcome, my son." The priest replied. "One who seeks solace with the Lord should never be cold and hungry. Now, let's get you in to some warms clothes."
The priest took Joey's soaked clothes and gave him dry ones. The Bastard came out of the washroom where the priest was waiting for him. "Now, I have a feeling that you need to speak to someone."
Joey looked down at his hands again. "Yes. Please. I just need to talk to anybody who will listen."
"Then come, my son," the priest extended his arm toward the confessional booth. "Speak to The Lord though me, and The Lord will listen. The Lord will forgive you, because The Lord created you."
Joey reluctantly followed the priest to the confessional booth. The priest got in to his side, while Joey got in to his own.
"Confess your sins, my son, and The Lord will forgive you."
"So, it's that easy, is it?" Joey said, defiantly. "What if I was some child diddler? Would he forgive me then?"
"Well..." The priest paused. "Are you?"
"No!"
"Well, that's good, but please, confide..."
"Well, I haven't killed anybody if that's what you're wondering. Attempted murder, sure, but not full on murder. I drink too much, I take drugs. I'm selfish as fuck." Joey laughed. "I swear in church apparently. I covet what other people have. I'm jealous of people more successful than I am. I'm addicted to everything you can think of. Booze, drugs, sex, gambling, you name it. I've beating up people weaker than I am, and I enjoyed it. I like to hurt people."
"Well, sometimes we need to come to these realizations to truly discover who we are, and who we want to be, my son. After that, we can make the changes needed to become whoever we want to be. You can make the change, and decide to start helping people, not hurting them. To make them feel good instead of bad."
"But, you don't get it. I like doing it! What the hell is wrong with me?"
"The Lord knows that his creations have flaws, and that is why God so easily forgives. But, remember that The Lord created us all in his image in every single way. So our flaws could also be considered His flaws. We forgive The Lord, and The Lord forgives us. It's a two-way street."
"The Lord created us in his image..."
"That's right, my son. All you have to do is repent, and all will be forgiven."
"God created me... I am God... I am... my own God..." The Bastard said this as if he were solving the hardest riddle in the world. It was an epiphany.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far..."
"Forgive me." The Bastard was in his own world now. "For what I must do."
"I don't understand." The priest was getting a little uneasy now. "But, The Lord forgives you."
"Oh, I wasn't talking to you, father, or your Lord." The priest couldn't see Joey anymore through the screen. Joey voice was muffled. The priest was scared now.
"I was talking to me!"
The Bastard's hand smashed through the screen, grabbing the priest by the throat. The priest screamed, but it was the middle of the night. The church was in the middle of nowhere, and the screams were muffled by crack after crack of thunder and lightning in the skies above.
***
The Bastard took a drag of his smoke. It amazed him how his smokes hadn't gotten soaked. He sat on a curb across the street from the church. Bright orange light flickered across Joey's face as he watched his handy-work. The chapel was burning; engulfed in flames, and Joey watched it as if he were watching his favorite movie. Joey took another drag then flicked the butt. He stood up still watching the engulfed church. Then he heard sirens. It was time to go back...
To Thy WWE.
***
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Thy WWE RAW. Joey the Bastard is standing by with Steve Blackman at his side who is holding Joey's (now defunct) Thy WWE Tag Team Championship. The other, if you remember, is in the possession of The Bastard's girlfriend, Triana. The Bastard looks to be his usual self as he starts to to talk to the camera.
JTB: Well, folks, the Rumble has come and gone, and what it night it was! Blade LaVigne is still the World Champ, and Kurt Orton is going to WrestleMania to fight for that very title! And the New Age... Well, the New Age really shit the bed that night, didn't they? Bob Cena failed in his attempt to be become the champion yet again! And the rest of the New Age failed in their attempts to main event WrestleMania. After the match, I figured it was best if I didn't express my thoughts on the matter, but after thinking about it over the passed week, I've decdided... Screw that!
I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in the New Age. We had a concrete plan that was fool-proof, and we didn't pull it off. You wanna know why we didn't pull it off? Because they left me out there with the revenge seeking maniac in Kurt Orton! Where were you guys? You guys get tossed out, and then what? You head to the back? That's not what I would've done. No, I would have stayed out there and helped you guys toss out the remaining others to make sure you won the damn thing. Now, Troy, you put on one hell of an effort and I'm proud of you, but that doesn't change the fact that you left me hanging out there just like Zak and Triana did. We are a team, and all we had to do was work like one, and we'd all be going to WrestleMania. And think about if Bob Cena had actually won... We'd all be main-eventing WrestleMania! Isn't that what you guys wanted? I know that's what I wanted, but I can't do it all by myself.
JTB pauses for a second, shooting a glare at Steve Blackman.
JTB: Of course Kurt Orton is gonna come at me in beast-mode. I mean, I broke his wife's freakin' neck! You guys didn't see that coming? He was off his rocker! At one point, the thought never dawned on you guys that, "Oh shit, it's down to JTB, and KO. Let's get out there and secure this thing." No, you sat in the back and watched me lose. Yes, I lost, but you guys did absolutely NOTHING to stop it!
The Bastard is visibly getting more and more upset, but he calms himself down before he can say something he can't take back.
JTB: But, it's okay. People make mistakes, and friends screw each other over from time to time. I accept that. But, trust is a two-way street, and that bond has been damn near broken like AJ Orton's neck. We're still the most dominant force in Thy WWE... We're still a team... And you guys are still my family. I know sometimes that it's hard living another person's shadow, and I know it's hard knowing that you're not the best in the group, but that's not my fault, guys. And what happened at Ascension... that's not my fault, either. That failure falls on you. But, don't worry... I forgive you.
JTB smirks at the camera, before changing gears.
JTB: But, let's talk about tonight. The debut of the Jesus Freaks! The Bible-Thumpers are in action tonight when they take on the New Age! Zak Shields and yours truly, the baddest bastard on the face of this earth. Don't worry, fans. Zak Shields won't be putting on another one of his half-assed performances tonight, because he's teaming with Jay to the Tee to the Bee, and you know that JTB is the S to the H to the I the to T! New Age needs a bounce back victory, and tonight, it happens when we step in to the ring with Sin and Bishop.
JTB glances down at his hands for a second then gets right back to it.
JTB: Sin, Bishop... You're new here, but you'll find out just who the hell the New Age is after we run you two out of the building and out of this company. This is my house... Sorry... This is OUR house, and you guys are just special guests. I wonder, are you two even gonna get entrances? Or is the show gonna come back from commercial and we'll find you guys already in the ring waiting to get your asses beat? I mean, you're whole deal has been done time and time again, and I don't think any of these fans see you guys as any sort of threat. I'd be surprised if you guys were even any good at losing! The Lord this, and The Lord that... Well, screw The Lord! There is one God on this earth and one God only... I am my own God! Zak is his own God! Little Jimmy in the front row... He is his own God! We don't need scumbags like you coming in to our company and spewing that out-dated bullshit. You're wasting your lives, you know that, right? And, not only that, you're wasting everybody's time by coming to this company. Sure, you guys had your entertaining spots, but it's nothing new. Recycled garbage if you ask me, and I don't give a damn if you asked me or not. I'm gonna tell you the way it is. Tonight, Sin and Bishop, you guys will come in, thinking your gonna make an impact, and you're gonna fail. The wrestling world is buzzing about you guys coming to Thy WWE. They say that you guys could be top dogs. Well, they said that about Prince Xavier... they said that about Scott Wilson... they said that about Rain... And where are they now? Flashes in the pan come and go on a weekly basis, and once you guys figure out that you're not good enough to make it to the top, you're tuck your tails between your legs and run just like all the rest. Cause, face it, losing sucks. I hate losing. Fortunately, I win a hell of a lot more times than I lose. But, you guys? I foresee a lot of loses in your futures if you try your hand at the best wrestling company in the world. And you wanna know why it's the best wrestling company in the world? Cause I'm here!
JTB starts to get hyped up.
JTB: I strive for these types of matches. Putting punks in their places, and there is no doubt about it that you two, Sin and Bishop, are nothing but a couple of punk... ass... bitches! And, I don't give a damn if you know who I am, cause after tonight, you'll always remember the name Joey the Bastard as the guy who slammed the door in your faces before you could even get your foot inside. And if you two jabronis don't like me, you can friggin' bite me! Come on, Blackie.
JTB leaves the shot to go get ready to follow up on his words. The Bastard is supremely confident as he struts off down the hall. He truly does, believe everything he says.
The End.
