Post by "The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal on Mar 26, 2017 14:02:50 GMT -5
Cookie Cutter Promo: A promotional video created over a week ago which shows no adaptation to the situation on the ground. Lack of creativity and bullshit occurs in this type of promo. Usually used when the competitor is incompetent and cannot think in the moment.
Dateline: 3/23/17 10:00pm – New Orleans, LA – Jason’s Home
It generally does not matter how Jason O’Neal pulled it off. It doesn’t matter the events surrounding the acquisition of the title, and the fact remains the title sits on Jason O’Neal’s desk. The fact remains that it has never sat on the desk of more than half of the haters in the WcF Cabal. The guys who sit back and make policy decisions and control the life stock of guys like Burnett and Phoenix have nothing to do, but hope and pray that Frank Patrick Venable win the title. They have nothing more to do than to send Everest or Pantheon out from the back to stop the legitimacy of Jason O’Neal’s title reign.
So fun to watch these guys squirm. So fun to watch these guys hope for a better day when someone they know and actually have grown with may possibly win the title. It was not O’Neal’s turn and these fuckers can’t stand it.
So here he sits. Managing the numbers. Connecting the dots. The computer light illuminates his face in a dimly lit room. A knock on the door makes Jason pry his eyes from his work…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What’s up?
:: The door opens and Jerome Jenkins steps through…
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: Mathew is here. He’s in rough shape. Said something about a BOOM, Headshot.
:: Jason smirks and waves his hand towards the door in a welcoming manner…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: We’ll see what’s up. Send him in.
:: Mathew, the guy from the Uber attempted robbery in Frank’s drive through the lower ninth-ward is standing in front Jason
O’Neal. Jason stands slowly to examine Frank’s handy work…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Motherfucker, Matt, he got you good. You can almost see the treads of his shoes in all that mangled face.
MATHEW THE ROBBER: You know who did this?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Fuck, I heard about it thirty minutes ago. You got your ass whipped and it will be on International Television and you didn’t get a red cent, my boy.
MATHEW THE ROBBER: So you know the asshole who did this? We should, take him out.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Maybe, just the P and the V part of him.
:: Jason looks at the camera and winks and smirks. Fuck you Rabid and Flash. Fuck you. Not going to happen. Funny shit though, assholes…
MATHEW THE ROBBER: What the hell are you talking about P and V?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Inside joke… you wouldn’t get it. How old are you, man?
MATHEW THE ROBBER: I’m sixteen, sir.
:: Good fucking job, Frank you can beat the shit out of a sixteen year old. Great job… insert golf clap…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What did Craig say? That was his Uber, right? Why was he in the lower ninth?
MATHEW THE ROBBER: Said, the Frank guy said something about trying to find something on you to bring you down.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Bring me down where?
MATHEW THE ROBBER: Don’t know, but Craig got two hundred dollars out of it.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Good, at least somebody got paid tonight. You sure didn’t.
:: Jason chuckles…
MATHEW THE ROBBER: You’re not mad?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Nah, man you just have to double your quota for tomorrow night. Hit up Bourbon. Should be a lot of tourist there.
MATHEW THE ROBBER: Yes, sir.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Head on home, get some rest and put some ice on that shit you look like elephant boy.
MATHEW THE ROBBER: Yes, sir.
:: The young man scurries out of the room and Jerome Jenkins enters…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What the fuck could Frank be trying to find?
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: His manhood, possibly?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I need you to call Tracy and see what is next on his itinerary.
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: Already ahead of you. Café Du Monde at seven tomorrow.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Send Javonte to get some intel.
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: My brother is eighteen. Frank will beat the shit out of him.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Yeah, and make sure he sounds ignorant as fuck. I need Frank to lower his guard and tip his hand
about what he is looking for. There’s nothing that I know of, but dumbasses with a grudge can ruin a lot of shit.
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: So you want, my brother who is studying theatre at UNO to approach Frank at Café Du Monde?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I want your brother who gets a free education because of what we built to bring his skill to the
forefront.
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: I’ll make the call. He will be there. I also have Sherman saturating the internet. Whatever needle
is there, he will have to look hard to find it in the hay stack.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: That’s why we hired the best computer guy in the world. Nothing short of two million. Get the stories out there.
JEROME “THE BEAST” JENKINS: Will do.
:: Jerome leaves as Jason continues to work and the camera fades out…
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3/24/17 7:45 am New Orleans, LA – Café du Monde…
:: Javonte Jenkins, freshman at the University of New Orleans studying Theatre. He sat at a table in the outside covered area with the famous green and white Café Du Monde canopy setting the stage. Javonte makes a phone call on speaker phone. The person who answers is unmistakably Jason O’Neal…“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (Voice over the phone): What’s up J?
JAVONTE JENKINS: I think this preposterous. There is no way he believes all black people in the South are ignorant people.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (voice over the phone): Trust me, it’s going to fall into his white boy psyche. Just be ignorant and add some slave language… like a strong Mistah…
JAVONTE JENKINS: Can’t I just say Mista?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (voice over the phone): No you have to exaggerate the ending. Did you tell Mrs. Fernandez that things might get a little messy?
JAVONTE JENKINS: Yep and told her you would be paying for it.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (voice over the phone): Thanks, asshole.
JAVONTE JENKINS: Okay, here he is.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (voice over the phone): Hey, whatever you do. Fight terribly. No skills. Telegraph all of your moves with a warcry or something before it happens. Just like pro-wrestling.
JAVONTE JENKINS: Are you seri… (The phone call is shut down as Jason hangs up) Here goes nothing.
:: Javonte Jenkins stands to approach Frank as the camera fades out. For further results of these happenings check out Frank’s promo. Javonte earned his Oscar that morning. Does Frank actually believe that all young black folks in New Orleans are that much of pieces of shit? Wow!! (There goes the F… FPV Dead… twice is two too many for this joke, understandable… but it had to be done. – Reference Flashcast)
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Dateline: 3/24/17 10:00am New Orleans, LA – Jason’s home…
:: Another speaker phone conversation. Vic Venable made the drop. He is on the phone explaining it to Jason O’Neal who sits in his living room with his feet up on the coffee table…
VIC VENABLE (voice over the phone): It’s done.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Where are you?
VIC VENABLE (voice over the phone): At the drop point. Just delivered.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: The $350,000 is in your account, but Vic, remember when you told me you couldn’t go back to jail?
VICE VENABLE (voice over the phone): Yes.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Run…
:: The dime had been dropped and the sirens fill the speaker of the phone. Jason hangs up the phone and smiles contently as he has just caused a bit of turmoil for the Venable Clan…
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You wanted to see me, sir?
:: The master chef stood in Jason’s office shakily awaiting what he hopes is good news. Jason sits in a boss like position with the title still in its prominent spot on the large robust desk…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Raul, you had your incident, what five years ago.
RAUL DEPAULO: Yes, sir, as you should know.
:: Raul had to hide his disgust because Jason was the reason he was not a master chef in New York, but some lowly House Chef in New Orleans…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Will you ever let bygones be bygones?
RAUL DEPAULO: I guess so, sir.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I recently bought Old Smokey’s. You want to run it?
RAUL DEPAULO: Under certain conditions.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Raul, come on man… what more could you want?
RAUL DEPAULO: It won’t be a front and I have full control of the menu.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Shit, I just bought it to fuck with Frank Venable. You can do whatever you want with it. DEPAULO’s, Fine dining…
RAUL DEPAULO: Sounds good. Thank you, sir.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Renovations are done. Congrats chef. You start Monday.
:: The disgust is still visible, but only barely because of the excitement felt. The camera fades…
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"Jason O' Neal. That son of a bitch."
:: Music to Jason O’Neal’s ears. If he could hear this over and over and time and time again he would. To him those words were up there with a female orgasm. Makes life worth living. Thanks Frank. Thanks for adding to the joy and sunshine in Jason’s life.
Jason’s response to Frank’s shoot secession is as follows. You’re Welcome. Jason sits in front of some make shift backdrop and begins his promo with the world title sitting in an adjacent chair…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Admittedly, before last week I had high regard for one, Frank Patrick Venable. He was seen as a man apart from the lackluster status quo. A guy who had been screwed over and held back from the World Title shot that he may or may not have deserved. Until last week, I admired FPV’s work ethic and his climb to the top. As he would say, I rode his dick. However, honestly, I had never watched one of his matches or promo’s prior to being across the card from him this week. I quickly got off of that dick infested with Gonosyphilherpaids and woke the fuck up after I actually broke down this guy’s career.
Five years of mediocre. Five years of nothingness and subpar with two lucky breaks. The first one came in an era when the talent was way below standard, five years ago, and the second one came when Sanchez was worried about being deported and was caught slipping. The guy generally doesn’t belong in the ring with me. A guy who looked at my bio page which the WcF grunts need to update and made an entire mental image of who I am to win a match against me. He has no idea what drives me and he thinks that I am a common street punk who brags about have four title at once.
I have never said that once in a promo and I could care less about that accolade, but if you chose to listen to the false reports of FPV, I am a fucking wrestling glory hound who harkens back to days of old. That shit got me into the big leagues, it didn’t keep me there. EW and HCW and all those other shitty Indy Federations, which honestly didn’t amount to a fraction of the WcF, don’t matter. Why would he bring that shit up if he had done any research on me?
Oh wait, in his own words, this shit isn’t personal. This shit is not motivational enough for him. This is a transitional title holder getting ready to hand it off to the rightful champion. So the world can see the match up they all want to see Sanchez versus FPV. Come off of it. Truly, I’ve never seen a guy with so much self-aggrandizement than this guy. You’ve been midcarding for five fucking years. No one wants to see this match, but Sanchez because you generally will lose. Sanchez is hoping and wishing to God and Jesus Cristo that Frank lucks up and win because Sanchez generally doubts his chances versus me.
Frank, this shit is not about the wrestling lore. I couldn’t care less about what happened in Mexico. I don’t give a shit who won Final Destination in 2014. I couldn’t give two squirts of piss about Sanchez or Holmes and how much they accomplished. I don’t need to ride the dicks of everyone and mention their accomplishments to garner support. Yes, they are at the top of the fan perspective and they run the wrestling world with their Pantheon versus Everest feud and the World Title fits so well into that scripted played out wrestling bullshit picture. Yes, they need it.
The fact is, that beyond all the played out gimmicks and the bullshit that exist, I am the champion. Regardless of who’s next and whose turn it is. My turn is now. I’m don’t play by their rules. They can clown around and try to dismiss the fact that I am on the upper echelon, but that can’t deny the fact that I am the World Fucking Champion. Something no one wanted to see and something that happened.
I am not controlled by any of the Cabal running assholes. I give no credence to the fact that it’s Holmes or Sanchez due up next. I do me. Fuck, I’ve literally killed worse men than Frank Venable. Beating him in the Wrestling Ring will be easy. Honestly, I should fucking kill his mom and dad: again. His brother and fuck maybe him. Just to prove a fucking point.
:: There you go. Three times the charm right?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Frank, you fucking panic so easily. I got a call from management that says to leave your brother out of it. Dude that’s the kind of shit that proves to me that you are indeed a man of the people. This shit is a cesspool of illegitimacy and corruption. I hope your fucking brother gets arrested in the little sting I set up for him in Jackson, Mississippi.
Frank, I you brag about being liked by the fans and by the men in the back. You boast about being caught by the fans when you fell. Who gives a fuck? We get it dude… you are a great suckerupper guy. You do what needs to be done. Where has that gotten you man? Five years of mediocrity. In five years you’ve been World Champion once and you back doored your way into this one with a lucky win over Sanchez. Perspective is a bitch ain’t it? Think about it assjack. You would be just as illegitimate and fucktardish as I am if you fucking find a way to win this match. All of the people who sing your praises now just want to see you fail in the ultimate end.
Zach Davis’s words…"Just like his World Title Reign, not scheduled, nobody wants it, and we are all praying it’s short." Rang around the world because it is what everyone is thinking. I robbed fucking Flash. I stole the title. At the end of the day… I’m here as a World Champion and Flash is giving exclusive interviews in some basement podcast. It was not scheduled because I break the fucking mold of cookie cutter promos which are tapped two weeks in advance with no substance. I am fresh and react to the situation on the ground. It has never been done here to actually not schedule who’s up next. I unscheduled the schedule. Furthermore, it was not wanted because of that very reason. They can’t predict what I am going to do. That scares the shit out of the Cabal at the top. They need it to be short… they need yours to be short if you get there because like it or not neither one of us is in their ivory tower. Frank the sooner you realize that… the better your life will be.
Mr. Venable, what exactly are you hoping to find? There is nothing to hide. I know what you are thinking, “How can this guy be so ignorant to put his criminal enterprise on the world stage?” Firstly, I want you to know that your scale is too fucking small. You are thinking common street… how did you call it, “gangbanger.” What fucker says that shit anymore? Anyway… What you need to understand is there are entire third world countries that depend on my economic imports and exports. I fucking control nations and if you take me out… you collapse the world. Secondly, great fucking lawyers… Thirdly, if you don’t know how I’m so great… you already lost.
Gangbanger… is the term used from someone whose research consisted of reading a fucking bio. Thug is a word used by someone who doesn’t have the vocabulary to say… Philanthropic Enigma. I get it, Frank… To be a wrestler with no zest for wrestling screws with your tiny pea sized mind. To be a street raised entrepreneur who has risen to the level he is by making smart moves and climbing stumps you. Frank, don’t worry… by the time you actually understand it, I will be standing over you once again as the World Champion.
I just don’t get it, FPV… I buy a restaurant that you and your brother frequented for years and you make no mention of it. I get your brother involved in a drug run and you act like it didn’t happen. You asked me if I started regretting cashing in the Alpha Title. Shit the answer is yes, why because I am facing a cookie cutter shitty as wrestler for the World Title. FPV is nothing more than some initials baked into a shell of a guy who does not deserve to be anywhere near my life. The real question to you is… after you see what I got are you regretting cashing in your briefcase yet? Chances are… no… because you have not done any research for this transitional championship match. Fucking rookie move… see you in the ring ass hat. If you believe the hype… you will get your ass whipped…
:: The camera fades…
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What do you mean he may have found something?
:: The computer analyst Sherman stood in front of Jason’s highly technologically advanced computer and satellite sytems…
SHERMAN THE COMPUTER GUY: Frank is good.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: How can he be good he has no life outside of wrestling? He can’t be good at anything.
SHERMAN THE COMUTER GUY: Well, you must have touched a nerve and made him jump.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What did he find?
SHERMAN: I’m working on finding it.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What do you mean finding it?
SHERMAN: Well, when looking through a haystack to find a needle that was taken, not knowing what the needle was… makes that job kinda hard.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: How do you know he got it?
SHERMAN: See there? That piece of code?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Yeah, what does that do?
SHERMAN: Encodes a worm that reveals shit to whoever put the worm there.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Could it be the Russians? God let it be the Russians…
SHERMAN: It’s Frank. Just don’t know what it is yet.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: No sweat, time will tell.
SHERMAN: I will keep looking.
:: The camera fades out…