Post by jamesfatel on Feb 16, 2014 18:41:22 GMT -5
*A camera man starts filming James Fatel walking around backstage thru the back areas of the AT&T Center. He's talking to himself (well to her) as he tours the arena*
James Fatel: It's a nice place..... Ya the locker room was nice to..... Well I don't think I'm a big enough star to get a star on the door..... Haha your sweet baby.... No you.... No you..... No.... Ok Damn I'm the sweet one..... Hey no need to be mean haha.... I love you to.... No I'm not worried..... Why would I be..... It's a biker and a man in a kilt..... Haha ya a kilt.... Im not sure he mite be Irish or something.... Haha hes most likely a drunk..... Ya.... Hmmm.... You have a point..... Oh and the biker haha..... Ya the whole sons of anarchy Shit has really reached a new low..... Haha I know you like that show... And walking dead.... Well its not as bad as that duck dynasty crap..... Hahaha your so cute.... But why would I be worried about those two....
*Fatel walks by a dressing room with a gold star on the door that reads Johnny Deep*
James Fatel: woooooo haha isn't this guy banned from slam haha
*Fatel keeps walking*
James Fatel: haha.... Ya a Fucking mime.... It's crazy around here..... Haha hey he's funny.... I know you don't get the appeal.... Well you don't like art ether.... Your uncivilized.... Haha I didn't mean it like that.... No baby don't be mad.... Hush you know I love you.... Haha but back to my match..... Oh now you don't think I should worry.... Well I already said I wasn't.... Whatever..... I can whatever you if I want.... Haha your a child..... No baby I love that about you
*Fatel walks to a t-shirt vendor*
James Fatel: Hey do you have a James Fatel Shirt.... Of course they do.... Baby what size you wear?...
Vendor: you talking to me?
*Fatel twitches*
James Fatel: My girl....
Vendor: what girl??
*vendor looks around. Fatel starts rubbing at he's beard*
James Fatel: He didn't mean it baby.... No.... No..... No... Will it make you happy?
*Fatel smiles then suddenly attacks the vendor. He pulls him from behind the booth and whips him to the floor. Fatel starts kicking the man in the ribs*
James Fatel: DO YOU SEE HER NOW!!!!! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!! YOU EVER FUCKING DISRESPECT HER AGAIN I WILL FUCKING CRIPPLE YOU!!
*Fatel punts the guy in the head hard. There is a small crowd watching. Fans that have come early. They believe it is part of the show*
James Fatel: You happy now baby.... Aww anything for you
*Fatel calmer down instantly as he rubs his hands thru his hair and on his face. He starts to walk walk off again. The camera man comes to check on the vendor. The tape stops*
James Fatel: It's a nice place..... Ya the locker room was nice to..... Well I don't think I'm a big enough star to get a star on the door..... Haha your sweet baby.... No you.... No you..... No.... Ok Damn I'm the sweet one..... Hey no need to be mean haha.... I love you to.... No I'm not worried..... Why would I be..... It's a biker and a man in a kilt..... Haha ya a kilt.... Im not sure he mite be Irish or something.... Haha hes most likely a drunk..... Ya.... Hmmm.... You have a point..... Oh and the biker haha..... Ya the whole sons of anarchy Shit has really reached a new low..... Haha I know you like that show... And walking dead.... Well its not as bad as that duck dynasty crap..... Hahaha your so cute.... But why would I be worried about those two....
*Fatel walks by a dressing room with a gold star on the door that reads Johnny Deep*
James Fatel: woooooo haha isn't this guy banned from slam haha
*Fatel keeps walking*
James Fatel: haha.... Ya a Fucking mime.... It's crazy around here..... Haha hey he's funny.... I know you don't get the appeal.... Well you don't like art ether.... Your uncivilized.... Haha I didn't mean it like that.... No baby don't be mad.... Hush you know I love you.... Haha but back to my match..... Oh now you don't think I should worry.... Well I already said I wasn't.... Whatever..... I can whatever you if I want.... Haha your a child..... No baby I love that about you
*Fatel walks to a t-shirt vendor*
James Fatel: Hey do you have a James Fatel Shirt.... Of course they do.... Baby what size you wear?...
Vendor: you talking to me?
*Fatel twitches*
James Fatel: My girl....
Vendor: what girl??
*vendor looks around. Fatel starts rubbing at he's beard*
James Fatel: He didn't mean it baby.... No.... No..... No... Will it make you happy?
*Fatel smiles then suddenly attacks the vendor. He pulls him from behind the booth and whips him to the floor. Fatel starts kicking the man in the ribs*
James Fatel: DO YOU SEE HER NOW!!!!! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!! YOU EVER FUCKING DISRESPECT HER AGAIN I WILL FUCKING CRIPPLE YOU!!
*Fatel punts the guy in the head hard. There is a small crowd watching. Fans that have come early. They believe it is part of the show*
James Fatel: You happy now baby.... Aww anything for you
*Fatel calmer down instantly as he rubs his hands thru his hair and on his face. He starts to walk walk off again. The camera man comes to check on the vendor. The tape stops*
