HJD
11-19-2007, 05:24 AM
[Raleigh, North Carolina]
[A solitary figure sits with his back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him. He's clad in ripped blue jeans, black boots, a green t shirt which says "Simply the Best". His shoulder length blonde hair hangs freely. A championship belt is draped across his lap, the WWA Double Crown Championship in fact, still sporting the ominous black letters H J D.]
"You know I was actually surprised Jeffy Andrews sobered up long enough to make a statement. I mean I was looking for him when I was in Baltimore, but I heard he was passed out in the janitor's closet with a broom up his a$$."
[A smirk forms on his face.]
"So should I start watching over my shoulder now Jeffy? I mean I doubt the only place I'd run into you is Smokey's Bar or the local liquor store."
[Another smirk.]
"Now I'm sure Eduardo Domingo is shaking his head right now and seething and gnashing his teeth and yada f##king yada."
[smiles]
"Fact is Domingo it ain't personal, it's only business. It didn't matter who won the match, the end result would've been the same. You want this back."
[holds up the title.]
"Hell I ain't hard to find. Be it Raleigh, North Carolina, Sarasota, Florida, or the f##cking Hollywood Hills, you mention the name Jimmy Danger and they'll tell you where I'm at. Of course a mere citizen like yourself might not have the same access to the places I'm usually hanging at. Sucks to be you."
[pause]
"Funny how my name's on this title and yours is not. I'll be seeing you soon."
[He stands up and straps the title around his waist.]
"Now that's what I'm talking about. Finally somebody worthy of this title. Now let me address the peons who have been peppering the news outlets as of late in regards to this."
[points at the title.]
"What in the almighty f##k makes you people think that just because you come out here and "throw your name into the pot" that it has any bearing whatsoever with the chances of getting a shot at this title. I mean any Tom, Dick, and Burrell can do that."
[smirk]
"Let me tell you little peons just what it takes to get noticed around here. You don't sit on your a$$ and "throw your name into the pot". You find out where the Champion is and bitchslap the f##k out of him and paint your name on his title. Or for you sick f##ks out there you can just piss on it. Mark your territory so to speak and get yourself noticed."
[pause]
"You don't say you're interested, you don't argue with others who say they are interested, and you damn sure don't make these atrociously boring remarks about why the rest of us should give a f##k."
[smiles]
"You just follow the guy with the gold and knock the holy hell right out of him. End of f##king story."
[He walks off.]
[A solitary figure sits with his back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him. He's clad in ripped blue jeans, black boots, a green t shirt which says "Simply the Best". His shoulder length blonde hair hangs freely. A championship belt is draped across his lap, the WWA Double Crown Championship in fact, still sporting the ominous black letters H J D.]
"You know I was actually surprised Jeffy Andrews sobered up long enough to make a statement. I mean I was looking for him when I was in Baltimore, but I heard he was passed out in the janitor's closet with a broom up his a$$."
[A smirk forms on his face.]
"So should I start watching over my shoulder now Jeffy? I mean I doubt the only place I'd run into you is Smokey's Bar or the local liquor store."
[Another smirk.]
"Now I'm sure Eduardo Domingo is shaking his head right now and seething and gnashing his teeth and yada f##king yada."
[smiles]
"Fact is Domingo it ain't personal, it's only business. It didn't matter who won the match, the end result would've been the same. You want this back."
[holds up the title.]
"Hell I ain't hard to find. Be it Raleigh, North Carolina, Sarasota, Florida, or the f##cking Hollywood Hills, you mention the name Jimmy Danger and they'll tell you where I'm at. Of course a mere citizen like yourself might not have the same access to the places I'm usually hanging at. Sucks to be you."
[pause]
"Funny how my name's on this title and yours is not. I'll be seeing you soon."
[He stands up and straps the title around his waist.]
"Now that's what I'm talking about. Finally somebody worthy of this title. Now let me address the peons who have been peppering the news outlets as of late in regards to this."
[points at the title.]
"What in the almighty f##k makes you people think that just because you come out here and "throw your name into the pot" that it has any bearing whatsoever with the chances of getting a shot at this title. I mean any Tom, Dick, and Burrell can do that."
[smirk]
"Let me tell you little peons just what it takes to get noticed around here. You don't sit on your a$$ and "throw your name into the pot". You find out where the Champion is and bitchslap the f##k out of him and paint your name on his title. Or for you sick f##ks out there you can just piss on it. Mark your territory so to speak and get yourself noticed."
[pause]
"You don't say you're interested, you don't argue with others who say they are interested, and you damn sure don't make these atrociously boring remarks about why the rest of us should give a f##k."
[smiles]
"You just follow the guy with the gold and knock the holy hell right out of him. End of f##king story."
[He walks off.]