Post by Joey The Bastard on Feb 26, 2015 22:47:20 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the back yard of New Age House. It's mid-afternoon and another one of The Bastard's epic campus parties is about to kick it in to full swing. A bunch of peeps are partying by the pool. Other mofos are bar-be-cueing up some meat by the grill. Lot's of others are strewn about across the massive lawn. The newest addition to the property is a giant ramp on the top of the house. We see JTB and Triana hanging out near the back fence sitting in lawn chairs. Triana has a sun hat on and sunglasses, wearing a bikini top and sashe as she lounges out on the chair. JTB is in bare feet, plaid shorts, and is wearing his New Age letter-man jacket, unbuttoned, with no shirt on underneath. He's sipping from some sort of fruity drink with a tiny umbrella in it. The Bastard grabs the umbrella with his teeth and spits it on to the lawn, then yells out to somebody...
JTB: Yo, pledge! Pledge, get your ass over here!
A nervous, yet eager looking freshman jogs over to where JTB and Triana are sitting.
Pledge: Yes, sir.
JTB: This Chi-Chi is shit, bro. I thought you said you knew how to make a drink?
Pledge: I put four shots in it just like you asked, sir.
JTB: What the fuck did you just say to me? I said it's shit, so it's shit. Don't you argue with me or you'll be outta here so fast...
Pledge: I'm sorry! I'll make you another one right away.
The pledge turns to head to the bar but JTB stops him.
JTB: Wait, take this shitty one with you.
The pledge turns around and JTB splashes the drink in his face.
JTB: Make sure I can taste the booze in the next one, dumbass!
Pledge: Yes, sir.
The pledge turns around slowly with the drink all over his face and heads toward the bar to fulfill his duties. The Bastard watches for a second then starts to laugh. Triana has her nose in a book, seemingly not paying attention.
JTB: Can you believe that jabroni?
Triana: Sure can't.
JTB: What a tool. Can't even make a solid drink.
Triana closes the book and sets it on her lap. She looks at JTB from over her sunglasses.
Triana: You know, you don't always have to be that hard on them. I mean, he's just a kid, really.
JTB: Oh, I don't think I'm being hard enough, Tri. They're lucky you're here, and still have a little bit of kindness in your heart otherwise half of 'em would be dead by now!
They both share a chuckle, then Triana changes the subject.
Triana: So, about last week...
JTB: Yeah... I know. Listen, Tri, I'm sorry about what happened last week at RAW, and I'm sorry for what I said and how I acted. It wasn't your guys' fault I couldn't beat KO... I was just mad at myself. I didn't have the balls to admit it to myself that it was me who lost in the end.
Triana: Oh, I was never mad at you. Don't worry about that. I understand why you would react like that. I accept you for who you are. Strengths and flaws alike. I'm talking about Zak...
The Bastard stays silent for a few seconds then responds with...
JTB: Yeah.
Triana: So, what's going on? Are you guys cool or what?
JTB: He was pretty pissed off. It was actually pretty funny. He, like, grabbed me by the throat and shit... Threatened to kick my ass. He's lucky I didn't bro down right there and knock his ass out.
Triana: Come on, Joey. We're supposed to be a team.
JTB: Yeah, I know, but still... He didn't have to be such a dick about it. I mean, we won the match!
Triana: Joey...
JTB: Alright, fine! I'll call him!
JTB pulls out his cell phone then speaks again.
JTB: But, if he wants to be a little baby about it, we can throw down. If he wants to fight, I'll kick his ass if I have to.
Triana just stares at JTB from over her sunglasses again. JTB laughs.
JTB: It's dailing!
Triana turns back and opens up her book again with a slight smile on her face.
JTB: Hey, Zak... What's up? Oh, yeah? That's sucks, bro... Well, she'll come around, man. Yeah, I know, that's what I was calling ab... Whoa, dude, settle down. Yeah? Shut up for a second, I'm trying to apolo... What? Yeah, okay, fuck you, too, buddy! Eat a dick, brah...
JTB pushes the end call button on his cell phone before chucking his phone across the lawn.
JTB: Fucking. DOUCHEBAG!
Triana: Well, that sounded like it went well.
JTB: He's all like... Waaah, my wife left me and it's your fault. Fuck that, dude. She left you cause you're a douche.
Triana: Well, you did play a small part in it, didn't you?
JTB: Are you kidding me? I didn't get in to his brain and tell him to freak out!
JTB looks at Triana who is, once again, staring at him from over her sunglasses.
JTB: Alright, fine! But, it's not like he...
Triana: Fix it.
JTB: Yes, ma'am.
***
JTB stood at the top of the ramp, the wind blowing through his hair. He was on top of the world at this moment. Well, on top of his world, but who's counting? The sun was just going down to turn the day in to night. It was a clear sky, and JTB looked up in to the sky and admired the twinkling of the few stars that had decided to come out early. He took a deep breath. It smelled like freshly cut grass and grilled meat. It was the scent of party season, The Bastard's favorite time of year. You know... it starts when winter starts to turn in to spring and lasts all through fall. Pretty much ten months out of the year, but whatever. Party season was party season, and there was one thing for sure about it... It ruled!
JTB looked down from the roof at the crowd below. It was another Project-X-esque party that JTB himself arranged and was hosting. He wasn't all fucked up yet. That would come later in the night. Sure, he'd been drinking all day, but he was pacing himself quite well. Pacing himself... Wow, he'd come a long way, hadn't he? The crowd below roared as JTB held his arm in the air, holding his skateboard above his head. He couldn't be all fucked up to pull this one off. He needed to be somewhat with a clear head, but how clear can one's head be to try something like this.
The pool wasn't as close to the back porch like most houses. It was actually quite a fair distance away from the house, and The Bastard designed the yard for this very reason. He had the ramp built for this exact reason. And for this exact reason, he arranged this party, and hosted it. The biggest party the campus as seen all year. What's that? It's only the end of February? Who gives a shit? It might even stand tall at the end of the year as the biggest still! But, that's beside the point. The point is that The Bastard was moment away from once again risking his life. But, for what reason? Was it so that the people below would roar with delight? Sure, that had a little bit to do with it. But, the biggest reason of all, was that he loved the rush. What if he missed and busted his leg, or cracked his skull on the cement and his brains exploded all over the girls' chest like it was some sort of twisted horror movie wet t-shirt contest? Well, that would suck, but what if he made it? What if he, for just a few brief seconds, could fly through the air, and land safely in that pool below? That would be sick! Life or death situations were what made The Bastard tick. He didn't really care if he missed. He knew that crowd would be shocked, and he pictured the looks on their faces as they watched his brains empty his skull and it made him chuckle.
Did he want to miss? Hell no. He wanted to land this shit like his life depended on it, and quite frankly, it did. That's what excited him the most.
The crowd below started to yell out his name.
"Joey... Joey... Joey..."
That's what he wanted to hear. He was sure that some of them kind of wanted to see him miss, and he admired that. If he were down there watching some idiot jump like this, he'd wanna see some blood and guts, too. But, really, this stunt wasn't for any of them. This stunt was for Joey the Bastard and Joey the Bastard only.
He dropped the skateboard down and caught it with his foot before it rolled down the ramp. He stared at the ramp, thinking that the guys who built it did a good job. Then he looked down to the crowd and listened to them chant his name some more. JTB put his finger to his lips and let out a loud "Shhhhhh." The crowd died down, and The Bastard yelled out...
"Let's fucking do this!"
...and pushed with his back foot. He put that foot on to the board and started his descent down the ramp. The acceleration was amazingly quick. The Bastard wobbled a little half way down and the crowd gasped. But he steadied himself rather nicely and time seemed to slow down for a second. That second felt like minutes. The twenty foot high ramp started to feel like it was twenty miles long. The up tick in the ramp was slowly approaching, and then suddenly, the feeling struck...
Adrenaline.
The Bastard's eyes lit up, and his heart started beating like crazy. He started laughing and then real time kicked in out of nowhere. He hit the ramp at full speed and flew in to the sky. In a moment of quick decision, The Bastard turned his body into a back flip. If The Bastard wasn't in his own little world right now, he'd have heard the crowd below let out a huge roar. That crowd below was getting closer and closer. He didn't know how far away from the pool he really was, but he didn't care. He was living in this moment, and if he had to die in this moment, so be it. To be honest with you, the ramp was borderline too short, but The Bastard wouldn't notice. The crowd started to scream as The Bastard came closer to the end of his flight. JTB finished his flip, and saw pavement coming at him like a freight train. He panicked and flung the board away, and started to kick his feet. The crowd gasped. The Bastard closed his eyes, awaiting the killing blow, and then...
Splash!
The crowd went nuts as The Bastard hit the water, just narrowly missing the pools cement edge. Like, seriously, it was like an inch. One inch separated The Bastard from life and death, and this time, life prevailed. The Bastard came up from under the water, greeted by cheers. He raised one hand up and yelled, "Fuck yeah!" which garnered an even bigger cheer from the crowd. A couple of dudes met JTB at the side of the pool and help him out. But they didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Instead, they lifted him up and began to carry him around the pool. They were all chanting his name once again. The rush was over, but the reward was here...
"Joey... Joey... Joey..."
The Bastard let out a a "Wooooo!" as he was carried by his party-goers. While being carried, he looked up at the newly dark clear sky. A smile came across his face as he admired the stars once more.
He knew now, more than ever before, that he was one of them, too.
***
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Thy WWE RAW. Joey the Bastard is standing by, mic in hand, along with his body guard, Steve Blackman, and his main squeeze, Triana. They each hold their Thy WWE Tag Team Title belts which are defunct. But the titles still represent how they feel towards each other. A team through thick and thin. The Bastard brings the mic to his mouth and begins...
JTB: Well, well, well... Look what we have here! Is that? Is that Demmi Mae? She's back in Thy WWE? Well, that's just... Well, who really gives a rat's ass anyway?
Blackman: Not me, boss.
JTB: Quiet, Blackie, I'm cuttin' a promo here. Demmi Mae has decided to return to Thy WWE to claw and scratch her way back to the top. But, Dems, I got sour news for ya... It ain't gonna happen. Not with Jay to the Bee to the Tee standing on top of that pedestal. See, a lot has changed since you decided to tuck your tail between your legs and run home. Well, I'm still the most hardcore sonovabitch in the world, and I'm still the biggest, baddest bastard in town, but that'll always be given! And I'm still the top dog in Thy WWE, and I'm still the man to beat in this business. So I can see why you would want your first match back to be against a man who you could never beat. But, be assured, I will always be that man. The man that you can never beat, Dems. See, like you, I was conflicted myself when I saw your name opposite mine on the card in the back, but that was before I saw the amount of disrespect you dared to send my way, and towards my brothers in the New Age.
JTB glances back at Triana with a smirk on his face.
JTB: You could have come back, and we would have gladly welcomed you in to the group. You could have had anything you ever wanted, but instead you had to make one fatal mistake. You called the New Age stupid. And by doing so, you called our entire way of thinking stupid. You pretty much called all of our values, and our ideals stupid, and you publicly defamed a way of life. Dems, that type of talk can get you killed in some countries, you know that right? Do you even know what you're putting down? A chance for us all to be equals! A Thy WWE without the likes of Christian Knight, and Austin Starr plugging up the cards with matches that nobody cares about. Hogging the spotlight from people who actually deserve it! Dems, if you don't want to take Thy in to the New Age, then you don't deserve a part of that spotlight. Or are you happy with the ways that things were?
The Bastard pauses, with an amazed look on his face.
JTB: Guys... GUYS! I just figured it out... Demmi Mae doesn't wanna fight the dinosaurs with us, because... she is a dinosaur! OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Oh, Dems, no... Why, Demmi? Why? We used to be family. We used to have a common goal, and that was to rule Thy WWE. But, now when the goal is to destroy Thy WWE, all of a sudden you long for what used to be. It's called evolving, silly, but what would you know about that? The Queen Bitch. The Head Bitch in Charge. Well, I know only one Queen Bee, and that woman is standing right beside me, and her name is Triana! Or, maybe it's a little bit of jealousy that I'm sensing? You see Triana and I, and see what we have, and you long for something like that. You want to be Triana! Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I prefer a woman with class, honestly.
JTB points at Triana.
JTB: You want to be the top chick so badly, but it's not possible. Triana can beat the hell out of anybody in this fed. Dude or chick, and face it... You can't beat her. You can't beat me. Hell, you probably couldn't even beat Kurt Orton!
The Bastard stops for a second thinking about what he just said.
JTB: No, wait, I take that back, you can beat Kurt Orton. But, that's about it. You wanna bring up my past, and call me a shell of who I once was? You think I'm not a bastard anymore? Did you seriously say that? Buddy, I damn near killed Phil Latio. I broke Kurt Orton's wife freakin' neck! Do you even watch the show anymore? So what if I roll with a pack now? We have each others backs. Is that another thing that you're jealous about? The New Age sees something in each other. We see potential in each other, and we know that together we can accomplish what we have set forth to accomplish. You? You have nobody. Yeah, you have your band of merry frickin' idiot losers who follow you around and worship you for some reason unbeknownst to me, but what are they really? Retarded? They must be if they're gonna follow around and praise a loser like you. I'm sorry, but it needs to be said. You broke our bond when you disrespected the New Age. We could have had our match, I would have won, and we could have moved on. Nothing would have come from it. But, you had to go and open your used up, disgusting hole and pop off at the mouth about the wrong people. Dems, you've proven to me that you are not part of the solution, and, therefore, from now on, you are my enemy. It's not me who needs some sense beaten in to them, Dems. It's you. Wake up! With guys like Blade LaVigne suckling on Vince McMahon's teat, you will NEVER get a shot! But, it is you who have made your bed, and apparently you shit in it to, cause there's no turning back now. Now, I gotta beat some sense in to you. Sadly, though, after you come to your senses and figure out what side you wanna be on, there won't be a place for you in the new Thy WWE. AND ONLY THEN... will we put you out of your misery. You really are a sad case, Demmi Mae. I would have given you the world, and I was willing to give it to you the moment you came back. I guess it just goes to show you where a life filled with poor decisions can get you, and, Dems, denouncing the New Age is the worst decision that you could have made. Look at the names that we have killed off. Bret Hart? He'll never be seen in a Thy WWE - sorry, NEW AGE - ring again. FEAR is nowhere to be seen, cause he knew he couldn't beat us, and instead of taking his beating like a man, he fled like the coward he is.
JTB looks back at his teammates.
JTB: You think I need help to beat you tonight? You're a joke, and I will have no problem making an example out of you out there tonight. So, Blackie, take the night off, and Tri, you know I love ya, but I'm gonna fly out there solo tonight. That's right, the best Knight takes on the worst Knight of them all... ONE ON ONE! Then you can shut your filthy mouth and learn to respect your superiors, Dems. THE KNIGHTS ARE DEAD! And if you don't like it, you can frickin' bite it, bitch!
JTB slaps hands with Triana and Steve Blackman as he walks off to compete in one for the ages.
JTB: Let's do this!
The End.
JTB: Yo, pledge! Pledge, get your ass over here!
A nervous, yet eager looking freshman jogs over to where JTB and Triana are sitting.
Pledge: Yes, sir.
JTB: This Chi-Chi is shit, bro. I thought you said you knew how to make a drink?
Pledge: I put four shots in it just like you asked, sir.
JTB: What the fuck did you just say to me? I said it's shit, so it's shit. Don't you argue with me or you'll be outta here so fast...
Pledge: I'm sorry! I'll make you another one right away.
The pledge turns to head to the bar but JTB stops him.
JTB: Wait, take this shitty one with you.
The pledge turns around and JTB splashes the drink in his face.
JTB: Make sure I can taste the booze in the next one, dumbass!
Pledge: Yes, sir.
The pledge turns around slowly with the drink all over his face and heads toward the bar to fulfill his duties. The Bastard watches for a second then starts to laugh. Triana has her nose in a book, seemingly not paying attention.
JTB: Can you believe that jabroni?
Triana: Sure can't.
JTB: What a tool. Can't even make a solid drink.
Triana closes the book and sets it on her lap. She looks at JTB from over her sunglasses.
Triana: You know, you don't always have to be that hard on them. I mean, he's just a kid, really.
JTB: Oh, I don't think I'm being hard enough, Tri. They're lucky you're here, and still have a little bit of kindness in your heart otherwise half of 'em would be dead by now!
They both share a chuckle, then Triana changes the subject.
Triana: So, about last week...
JTB: Yeah... I know. Listen, Tri, I'm sorry about what happened last week at RAW, and I'm sorry for what I said and how I acted. It wasn't your guys' fault I couldn't beat KO... I was just mad at myself. I didn't have the balls to admit it to myself that it was me who lost in the end.
Triana: Oh, I was never mad at you. Don't worry about that. I understand why you would react like that. I accept you for who you are. Strengths and flaws alike. I'm talking about Zak...
The Bastard stays silent for a few seconds then responds with...
JTB: Yeah.
Triana: So, what's going on? Are you guys cool or what?
JTB: He was pretty pissed off. It was actually pretty funny. He, like, grabbed me by the throat and shit... Threatened to kick my ass. He's lucky I didn't bro down right there and knock his ass out.
Triana: Come on, Joey. We're supposed to be a team.
JTB: Yeah, I know, but still... He didn't have to be such a dick about it. I mean, we won the match!
Triana: Joey...
JTB: Alright, fine! I'll call him!
JTB pulls out his cell phone then speaks again.
JTB: But, if he wants to be a little baby about it, we can throw down. If he wants to fight, I'll kick his ass if I have to.
Triana just stares at JTB from over her sunglasses again. JTB laughs.
JTB: It's dailing!
Triana turns back and opens up her book again with a slight smile on her face.
JTB: Hey, Zak... What's up? Oh, yeah? That's sucks, bro... Well, she'll come around, man. Yeah, I know, that's what I was calling ab... Whoa, dude, settle down. Yeah? Shut up for a second, I'm trying to apolo... What? Yeah, okay, fuck you, too, buddy! Eat a dick, brah...
JTB pushes the end call button on his cell phone before chucking his phone across the lawn.
JTB: Fucking. DOUCHEBAG!
Triana: Well, that sounded like it went well.
JTB: He's all like... Waaah, my wife left me and it's your fault. Fuck that, dude. She left you cause you're a douche.
Triana: Well, you did play a small part in it, didn't you?
JTB: Are you kidding me? I didn't get in to his brain and tell him to freak out!
JTB looks at Triana who is, once again, staring at him from over her sunglasses.
JTB: Alright, fine! But, it's not like he...
Triana: Fix it.
JTB: Yes, ma'am.
***
JTB stood at the top of the ramp, the wind blowing through his hair. He was on top of the world at this moment. Well, on top of his world, but who's counting? The sun was just going down to turn the day in to night. It was a clear sky, and JTB looked up in to the sky and admired the twinkling of the few stars that had decided to come out early. He took a deep breath. It smelled like freshly cut grass and grilled meat. It was the scent of party season, The Bastard's favorite time of year. You know... it starts when winter starts to turn in to spring and lasts all through fall. Pretty much ten months out of the year, but whatever. Party season was party season, and there was one thing for sure about it... It ruled!
JTB looked down from the roof at the crowd below. It was another Project-X-esque party that JTB himself arranged and was hosting. He wasn't all fucked up yet. That would come later in the night. Sure, he'd been drinking all day, but he was pacing himself quite well. Pacing himself... Wow, he'd come a long way, hadn't he? The crowd below roared as JTB held his arm in the air, holding his skateboard above his head. He couldn't be all fucked up to pull this one off. He needed to be somewhat with a clear head, but how clear can one's head be to try something like this.
The pool wasn't as close to the back porch like most houses. It was actually quite a fair distance away from the house, and The Bastard designed the yard for this very reason. He had the ramp built for this exact reason. And for this exact reason, he arranged this party, and hosted it. The biggest party the campus as seen all year. What's that? It's only the end of February? Who gives a shit? It might even stand tall at the end of the year as the biggest still! But, that's beside the point. The point is that The Bastard was moment away from once again risking his life. But, for what reason? Was it so that the people below would roar with delight? Sure, that had a little bit to do with it. But, the biggest reason of all, was that he loved the rush. What if he missed and busted his leg, or cracked his skull on the cement and his brains exploded all over the girls' chest like it was some sort of twisted horror movie wet t-shirt contest? Well, that would suck, but what if he made it? What if he, for just a few brief seconds, could fly through the air, and land safely in that pool below? That would be sick! Life or death situations were what made The Bastard tick. He didn't really care if he missed. He knew that crowd would be shocked, and he pictured the looks on their faces as they watched his brains empty his skull and it made him chuckle.
Did he want to miss? Hell no. He wanted to land this shit like his life depended on it, and quite frankly, it did. That's what excited him the most.
The crowd below started to yell out his name.
"Joey... Joey... Joey..."
That's what he wanted to hear. He was sure that some of them kind of wanted to see him miss, and he admired that. If he were down there watching some idiot jump like this, he'd wanna see some blood and guts, too. But, really, this stunt wasn't for any of them. This stunt was for Joey the Bastard and Joey the Bastard only.
He dropped the skateboard down and caught it with his foot before it rolled down the ramp. He stared at the ramp, thinking that the guys who built it did a good job. Then he looked down to the crowd and listened to them chant his name some more. JTB put his finger to his lips and let out a loud "Shhhhhh." The crowd died down, and The Bastard yelled out...
"Let's fucking do this!"
...and pushed with his back foot. He put that foot on to the board and started his descent down the ramp. The acceleration was amazingly quick. The Bastard wobbled a little half way down and the crowd gasped. But he steadied himself rather nicely and time seemed to slow down for a second. That second felt like minutes. The twenty foot high ramp started to feel like it was twenty miles long. The up tick in the ramp was slowly approaching, and then suddenly, the feeling struck...
Adrenaline.
The Bastard's eyes lit up, and his heart started beating like crazy. He started laughing and then real time kicked in out of nowhere. He hit the ramp at full speed and flew in to the sky. In a moment of quick decision, The Bastard turned his body into a back flip. If The Bastard wasn't in his own little world right now, he'd have heard the crowd below let out a huge roar. That crowd below was getting closer and closer. He didn't know how far away from the pool he really was, but he didn't care. He was living in this moment, and if he had to die in this moment, so be it. To be honest with you, the ramp was borderline too short, but The Bastard wouldn't notice. The crowd started to scream as The Bastard came closer to the end of his flight. JTB finished his flip, and saw pavement coming at him like a freight train. He panicked and flung the board away, and started to kick his feet. The crowd gasped. The Bastard closed his eyes, awaiting the killing blow, and then...
Splash!
The crowd went nuts as The Bastard hit the water, just narrowly missing the pools cement edge. Like, seriously, it was like an inch. One inch separated The Bastard from life and death, and this time, life prevailed. The Bastard came up from under the water, greeted by cheers. He raised one hand up and yelled, "Fuck yeah!" which garnered an even bigger cheer from the crowd. A couple of dudes met JTB at the side of the pool and help him out. But they didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Instead, they lifted him up and began to carry him around the pool. They were all chanting his name once again. The rush was over, but the reward was here...
"Joey... Joey... Joey..."
The Bastard let out a a "Wooooo!" as he was carried by his party-goers. While being carried, he looked up at the newly dark clear sky. A smile came across his face as he admired the stars once more.
He knew now, more than ever before, that he was one of them, too.
***
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Thy WWE RAW. Joey the Bastard is standing by, mic in hand, along with his body guard, Steve Blackman, and his main squeeze, Triana. They each hold their Thy WWE Tag Team Title belts which are defunct. But the titles still represent how they feel towards each other. A team through thick and thin. The Bastard brings the mic to his mouth and begins...
JTB: Well, well, well... Look what we have here! Is that? Is that Demmi Mae? She's back in Thy WWE? Well, that's just... Well, who really gives a rat's ass anyway?
Blackman: Not me, boss.
JTB: Quiet, Blackie, I'm cuttin' a promo here. Demmi Mae has decided to return to Thy WWE to claw and scratch her way back to the top. But, Dems, I got sour news for ya... It ain't gonna happen. Not with Jay to the Bee to the Tee standing on top of that pedestal. See, a lot has changed since you decided to tuck your tail between your legs and run home. Well, I'm still the most hardcore sonovabitch in the world, and I'm still the biggest, baddest bastard in town, but that'll always be given! And I'm still the top dog in Thy WWE, and I'm still the man to beat in this business. So I can see why you would want your first match back to be against a man who you could never beat. But, be assured, I will always be that man. The man that you can never beat, Dems. See, like you, I was conflicted myself when I saw your name opposite mine on the card in the back, but that was before I saw the amount of disrespect you dared to send my way, and towards my brothers in the New Age.
JTB glances back at Triana with a smirk on his face.
JTB: You could have come back, and we would have gladly welcomed you in to the group. You could have had anything you ever wanted, but instead you had to make one fatal mistake. You called the New Age stupid. And by doing so, you called our entire way of thinking stupid. You pretty much called all of our values, and our ideals stupid, and you publicly defamed a way of life. Dems, that type of talk can get you killed in some countries, you know that right? Do you even know what you're putting down? A chance for us all to be equals! A Thy WWE without the likes of Christian Knight, and Austin Starr plugging up the cards with matches that nobody cares about. Hogging the spotlight from people who actually deserve it! Dems, if you don't want to take Thy in to the New Age, then you don't deserve a part of that spotlight. Or are you happy with the ways that things were?
The Bastard pauses, with an amazed look on his face.
JTB: Guys... GUYS! I just figured it out... Demmi Mae doesn't wanna fight the dinosaurs with us, because... she is a dinosaur! OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Oh, Dems, no... Why, Demmi? Why? We used to be family. We used to have a common goal, and that was to rule Thy WWE. But, now when the goal is to destroy Thy WWE, all of a sudden you long for what used to be. It's called evolving, silly, but what would you know about that? The Queen Bitch. The Head Bitch in Charge. Well, I know only one Queen Bee, and that woman is standing right beside me, and her name is Triana! Or, maybe it's a little bit of jealousy that I'm sensing? You see Triana and I, and see what we have, and you long for something like that. You want to be Triana! Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I prefer a woman with class, honestly.
JTB points at Triana.
JTB: You want to be the top chick so badly, but it's not possible. Triana can beat the hell out of anybody in this fed. Dude or chick, and face it... You can't beat her. You can't beat me. Hell, you probably couldn't even beat Kurt Orton!
The Bastard stops for a second thinking about what he just said.
JTB: No, wait, I take that back, you can beat Kurt Orton. But, that's about it. You wanna bring up my past, and call me a shell of who I once was? You think I'm not a bastard anymore? Did you seriously say that? Buddy, I damn near killed Phil Latio. I broke Kurt Orton's wife freakin' neck! Do you even watch the show anymore? So what if I roll with a pack now? We have each others backs. Is that another thing that you're jealous about? The New Age sees something in each other. We see potential in each other, and we know that together we can accomplish what we have set forth to accomplish. You? You have nobody. Yeah, you have your band of merry frickin' idiot losers who follow you around and worship you for some reason unbeknownst to me, but what are they really? Retarded? They must be if they're gonna follow around and praise a loser like you. I'm sorry, but it needs to be said. You broke our bond when you disrespected the New Age. We could have had our match, I would have won, and we could have moved on. Nothing would have come from it. But, you had to go and open your used up, disgusting hole and pop off at the mouth about the wrong people. Dems, you've proven to me that you are not part of the solution, and, therefore, from now on, you are my enemy. It's not me who needs some sense beaten in to them, Dems. It's you. Wake up! With guys like Blade LaVigne suckling on Vince McMahon's teat, you will NEVER get a shot! But, it is you who have made your bed, and apparently you shit in it to, cause there's no turning back now. Now, I gotta beat some sense in to you. Sadly, though, after you come to your senses and figure out what side you wanna be on, there won't be a place for you in the new Thy WWE. AND ONLY THEN... will we put you out of your misery. You really are a sad case, Demmi Mae. I would have given you the world, and I was willing to give it to you the moment you came back. I guess it just goes to show you where a life filled with poor decisions can get you, and, Dems, denouncing the New Age is the worst decision that you could have made. Look at the names that we have killed off. Bret Hart? He'll never be seen in a Thy WWE - sorry, NEW AGE - ring again. FEAR is nowhere to be seen, cause he knew he couldn't beat us, and instead of taking his beating like a man, he fled like the coward he is.
JTB looks back at his teammates.
JTB: You think I need help to beat you tonight? You're a joke, and I will have no problem making an example out of you out there tonight. So, Blackie, take the night off, and Tri, you know I love ya, but I'm gonna fly out there solo tonight. That's right, the best Knight takes on the worst Knight of them all... ONE ON ONE! Then you can shut your filthy mouth and learn to respect your superiors, Dems. THE KNIGHTS ARE DEAD! And if you don't like it, you can frickin' bite it, bitch!
JTB slaps hands with Triana and Steve Blackman as he walks off to compete in one for the ages.
JTB: Let's do this!
The End.
