Post by "The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal on Aug 20, 2016 23:04:04 GMT -5
:: An aerial shot of the flooding in Louisiana is the primary focus of the camera. It pans to show the wide spread devastation caused by nature’s fury. A low pressure system circulated and dropped rainfall after rainfall after rainfall on to the capitol and surrounding suburban areas. Many people lost everything. The camera switches to a church that is being used as a staging ground for construction workers, first aid, monetary support, godly support, and any other aid a family in need may need.
These makeshift staging areas have popped up all over south central Louisiana and aid is flooding in just as quickly as the flood waters came. As workers and volunteers scurry around the camera searches for the only person worth searching for. We find him stepping out of a four-by-four truck covered in soot from God knows what moldy reminisce of a home. The sweat is beaded on his forehead and it seems as if he had been working for hours on end. He notices the camera…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What are you doing here Travis…I already did my promo. I got to get my next assignment.
:: Jason walks past the camera with focus in his eyes…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): You have a huge match in Ohio tomorrow night. Don’t you think you should rest.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’ve put my money, time, sweat, and blood into rebuilding New Orleans and now I have to do the same for Baton Rouge. F*ck the match. I’ll be on a plane tonight and TV Title or No TV Title, I give Bates the ass whipping he deserves.
:: Jason pushes past Travis again…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH(Behind the camera): You told me to come see you whenever your opponents says cuts a promo.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I saw the shit. It was shit and will be shit on the plane when I talk about it then.
:: By now Jason O’Neal has made it to the assignments area…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Hey Chuck, what you got for me next.
CHUCK (planning coordinator): A three bedroom in St. Amant. Needs to be gutted.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: We’re on it.
:: Jason grabs the address from Chuck and heads back to the 4X4…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): Who are we?
:: Jason stops…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (grabbing and pointing the camera in the direction): We are me and all my men. We helped clean up the streets of New Orleans when I was just a young thug and now we are here doing the same.
:: Jason hops in the truck…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): Would you want me to follow and get some action shots?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’m not Donald Trump…f*ck I do this because I love this state not to run for office. I’ll see you on the plane.
:: The convoy of trucks rolls of to some undisclosed location in the heart of the town of St. Amant, a Baton Rouge suburb. Fades to black…
:: The camera finds Jason O’Neal sleeping on the plane from Baton Rouge to Ohio. Once again he bought out the entire first class section. He is sleeping soundly when…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (arm visibly poking Jason from behind the camera): Pss... Wake up…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (barely awake): What the f*ck Travis?
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (Behind the camera): Promo time…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (groggily): Cut the camera…till I am somewhat presentable. You couldn’t wake me up then turn on the camera…
:: Travis goes to explain, but Jason stands up and turns off the camera. When the cameras come back up, Jason is considerably more alert and he’s ready to talk…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Bates…your legal argument is that since the states had not been expressly prohibited from leaving, they had the authority to do so. From there, Confederation as outlined in Article One does not apply because of the fact that the states do not fall under the jurisdiction of the U.S. Constitution. I can agree, but evidence shows obvious collusion between the states to organize so quickly. From the election in November or 1860 to a nation in February of 1861? Come on man, even you have to know to claim no confederation or plans there of existed before secession is lunacy. Furthermore, it even borders on Treason. Bates… you are either unconstitutional or treasonist. Either way you have the right to defend a loser if you want to. You defend yourself pretty well and everyone knows you are a loser.
Secondly, TUB of Lard…Let’s clarify some of the things your covertly ignorant ass has said. You presume…you guess… you think you know the happenings in my life. What’s funny is you assume that since I’m from the 9th Ward of New Orleans and inner city that either low grades or finances got in the way. The only personal tragedy is that I stayed in that system for too long. I thought long and hard about how to shape my future. The future that I want is that every young man on the streets of New Orleans has a pride for his city and an education. I had two approaches, come in as an educated lawyer and be seen as an outsider or take over the system and build. I took the best of the two options.
The drugs fund the entire operation. I just dropped a mil on flood relief plus time and labor. These guys are giving back to the community a lot more than they take. We are national with our market. We probably sell more in Huntsville than we do in our own back yard. These guys are getting tutoring and learning Keynesian economics before they reach high school. My protégé just opened up a new market at Harvard Business. You see Bates… smart white folks do drugs too. I don’t live wrestling like you…I live money and me. Don’t assume I am ignorant because I like to have fun and give the fans something they want to see besides your boring ass.
You, on the other hand, got picked on in elementary school for being the husky kid that ate his buggers. Picked on in high school for being the guy who was big for nothing, but ended up on the debate team. You were a coach’s nightmare. You looked like Tarzan, but played like Jane. With no functional athletic skills you majored in History and used your brains. Lots of good that did you because you ended up with no job. Therefore, you go back college and get higher degrees and have nothing to do but teach. Low and behold, you end up being made fun of there and called backwoods for you jacked up theories on the Civil War. Even South Alabama was like, “Dude you are racist as hell.” They let you go. I say racist because you assume the colored guy wants a rap battle. WOW… stereotypes.
Anyway, there’s no wonder you ended up in professional wrestling, you had nothing else to do. You live for wrestling because you make a living wrestling. You need it to survive. You ended up in wrestling because you look like Tarzan, but just like in high school, you f*cking wrestle like Jane.
I make no qualms about me not doing anything to deserve a title shot, except raise the viewership. I beat of a total of four jobbers… I mean three, I was predicting the future. You on the other hand have faced off against the best of the best… think about it TUB o Lard… think… you have faced off against the best and you are still facing low card talent like myself. What kind of no-talent hack does that make you? Look into your own soul… know without a shadow of a doubt, that I am right. You are mediocre in every aspect of your life.
I don’t wake up and fly to Ohio a week early, rent a court room and robe to present some false argument. There is no need to. I am very…VERY surprised that there was a robe big enough for your fat ass. Understand something Bates… there are guys around here that built this company… shit it was built over a decade ago. It has survived hardships and floods of no talent losers like you. I am here to help gut it… take out the mold and the mildew… and renovate into something much better.
Bates, in my last promo… I asked, hell I practically begged… just please don’t list your accomplishments. Frankly they mean nothing. Here you go…instead of giving me substance in a promo… instead of trying to build a case to why you will be better than me on Sunday, you list what you have done in the past. Non-sequitur logic, Your Honor. I also pled with you not to waste your air time f*cking mentioning the dead sacks of shit in Alpine and Battle. No one gives a shit about Revenge right now. All eyes are on Jason O’Neal taking down the behind the scenes architect of his own world title match, Bates.
Pretty easy to “earn” shit when you are on Administration payroll. You “earned” 37 matches and you lost half of them because nepotism gets you there and lack of talent always shows. The college kids rejoiced when you dropped out as a teacher and everyone thought you were going to drop out of high school, Mr. Chunky. You have proven you can get through shit and still stand tall…real tall. Me, I dropped out in good standing because I realized I can do more without a f*cking piece of paper that made me into… quite frankly, YOU. What happens, if this low card hack beats you on Sunday? Will you finally admit you suck at the college of life and drop out… permanently.
Oh and by the way… I’m so glad you had time at the end to add your rocky montage. One armed pushups make a great show of impressive strength, balance, and skill. So does not losing half your matches… But wait you did… I guess it cancels out and you sir are just like you were in high school… BIG FOR NOTHING.
:: Jason works both of his hands as if to say I’m done and is figuratively knocking the dirt from them after a long days’ work…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): Looks good, I’ll send it in to be aired.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What kind of grandma name is Uriel?
:: Fade to black…
These makeshift staging areas have popped up all over south central Louisiana and aid is flooding in just as quickly as the flood waters came. As workers and volunteers scurry around the camera searches for the only person worth searching for. We find him stepping out of a four-by-four truck covered in soot from God knows what moldy reminisce of a home. The sweat is beaded on his forehead and it seems as if he had been working for hours on end. He notices the camera…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What are you doing here Travis…I already did my promo. I got to get my next assignment.
:: Jason walks past the camera with focus in his eyes…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): You have a huge match in Ohio tomorrow night. Don’t you think you should rest.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’ve put my money, time, sweat, and blood into rebuilding New Orleans and now I have to do the same for Baton Rouge. F*ck the match. I’ll be on a plane tonight and TV Title or No TV Title, I give Bates the ass whipping he deserves.
:: Jason pushes past Travis again…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH(Behind the camera): You told me to come see you whenever your opponents says cuts a promo.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I saw the shit. It was shit and will be shit on the plane when I talk about it then.
:: By now Jason O’Neal has made it to the assignments area…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Hey Chuck, what you got for me next.
CHUCK (planning coordinator): A three bedroom in St. Amant. Needs to be gutted.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: We’re on it.
:: Jason grabs the address from Chuck and heads back to the 4X4…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): Who are we?
:: Jason stops…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (grabbing and pointing the camera in the direction): We are me and all my men. We helped clean up the streets of New Orleans when I was just a young thug and now we are here doing the same.
:: Jason hops in the truck…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): Would you want me to follow and get some action shots?
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’m not Donald Trump…f*ck I do this because I love this state not to run for office. I’ll see you on the plane.
:: The convoy of trucks rolls of to some undisclosed location in the heart of the town of St. Amant, a Baton Rouge suburb. Fades to black…
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:: The camera finds Jason O’Neal sleeping on the plane from Baton Rouge to Ohio. Once again he bought out the entire first class section. He is sleeping soundly when…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (arm visibly poking Jason from behind the camera): Pss... Wake up…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (barely awake): What the f*ck Travis?
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (Behind the camera): Promo time…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL (groggily): Cut the camera…till I am somewhat presentable. You couldn’t wake me up then turn on the camera…
:: Travis goes to explain, but Jason stands up and turns off the camera. When the cameras come back up, Jason is considerably more alert and he’s ready to talk…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Bates…your legal argument is that since the states had not been expressly prohibited from leaving, they had the authority to do so. From there, Confederation as outlined in Article One does not apply because of the fact that the states do not fall under the jurisdiction of the U.S. Constitution. I can agree, but evidence shows obvious collusion between the states to organize so quickly. From the election in November or 1860 to a nation in February of 1861? Come on man, even you have to know to claim no confederation or plans there of existed before secession is lunacy. Furthermore, it even borders on Treason. Bates… you are either unconstitutional or treasonist. Either way you have the right to defend a loser if you want to. You defend yourself pretty well and everyone knows you are a loser.
Secondly, TUB of Lard…Let’s clarify some of the things your covertly ignorant ass has said. You presume…you guess… you think you know the happenings in my life. What’s funny is you assume that since I’m from the 9th Ward of New Orleans and inner city that either low grades or finances got in the way. The only personal tragedy is that I stayed in that system for too long. I thought long and hard about how to shape my future. The future that I want is that every young man on the streets of New Orleans has a pride for his city and an education. I had two approaches, come in as an educated lawyer and be seen as an outsider or take over the system and build. I took the best of the two options.
The drugs fund the entire operation. I just dropped a mil on flood relief plus time and labor. These guys are giving back to the community a lot more than they take. We are national with our market. We probably sell more in Huntsville than we do in our own back yard. These guys are getting tutoring and learning Keynesian economics before they reach high school. My protégé just opened up a new market at Harvard Business. You see Bates… smart white folks do drugs too. I don’t live wrestling like you…I live money and me. Don’t assume I am ignorant because I like to have fun and give the fans something they want to see besides your boring ass.
You, on the other hand, got picked on in elementary school for being the husky kid that ate his buggers. Picked on in high school for being the guy who was big for nothing, but ended up on the debate team. You were a coach’s nightmare. You looked like Tarzan, but played like Jane. With no functional athletic skills you majored in History and used your brains. Lots of good that did you because you ended up with no job. Therefore, you go back college and get higher degrees and have nothing to do but teach. Low and behold, you end up being made fun of there and called backwoods for you jacked up theories on the Civil War. Even South Alabama was like, “Dude you are racist as hell.” They let you go. I say racist because you assume the colored guy wants a rap battle. WOW… stereotypes.
Anyway, there’s no wonder you ended up in professional wrestling, you had nothing else to do. You live for wrestling because you make a living wrestling. You need it to survive. You ended up in wrestling because you look like Tarzan, but just like in high school, you f*cking wrestle like Jane.
I make no qualms about me not doing anything to deserve a title shot, except raise the viewership. I beat of a total of four jobbers… I mean three, I was predicting the future. You on the other hand have faced off against the best of the best… think about it TUB o Lard… think… you have faced off against the best and you are still facing low card talent like myself. What kind of no-talent hack does that make you? Look into your own soul… know without a shadow of a doubt, that I am right. You are mediocre in every aspect of your life.
I don’t wake up and fly to Ohio a week early, rent a court room and robe to present some false argument. There is no need to. I am very…VERY surprised that there was a robe big enough for your fat ass. Understand something Bates… there are guys around here that built this company… shit it was built over a decade ago. It has survived hardships and floods of no talent losers like you. I am here to help gut it… take out the mold and the mildew… and renovate into something much better.
Bates, in my last promo… I asked, hell I practically begged… just please don’t list your accomplishments. Frankly they mean nothing. Here you go…instead of giving me substance in a promo… instead of trying to build a case to why you will be better than me on Sunday, you list what you have done in the past. Non-sequitur logic, Your Honor. I also pled with you not to waste your air time f*cking mentioning the dead sacks of shit in Alpine and Battle. No one gives a shit about Revenge right now. All eyes are on Jason O’Neal taking down the behind the scenes architect of his own world title match, Bates.
Pretty easy to “earn” shit when you are on Administration payroll. You “earned” 37 matches and you lost half of them because nepotism gets you there and lack of talent always shows. The college kids rejoiced when you dropped out as a teacher and everyone thought you were going to drop out of high school, Mr. Chunky. You have proven you can get through shit and still stand tall…real tall. Me, I dropped out in good standing because I realized I can do more without a f*cking piece of paper that made me into… quite frankly, YOU. What happens, if this low card hack beats you on Sunday? Will you finally admit you suck at the college of life and drop out… permanently.
Oh and by the way… I’m so glad you had time at the end to add your rocky montage. One armed pushups make a great show of impressive strength, balance, and skill. So does not losing half your matches… But wait you did… I guess it cancels out and you sir are just like you were in high school… BIG FOR NOTHING.
:: Jason works both of his hands as if to say I’m done and is figuratively knocking the dirt from them after a long days’ work…
TRAVIS RANDOLPH (behind the camera): Looks good, I’ll send it in to be aired.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What kind of grandma name is Uriel?
:: Fade to black…
