Post by "The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal on Jul 18, 2017 15:49:28 GMT -5
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:: Jason arrives at the 2300 ARENA IN PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA in the backseat of a Rolls Royce Phantom. The door opens and out steps one of the men with two points heading into night two of the tournament. Jason O’Neal stands in all his glory as the camera gets a full glimpse of him wearing an Armani Suit. Without any bruises from last night, he seems to be the best in shape for night two. He walks into the building and passes a group of stage hands watching the action from night before...
##### Video Plays #####
Zach Davis: He's got him measured...
Drake runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: KINGSLAYER!
NO!, O'Neal catches him as he flies for the RKO and throws him through the table he set up earlier!
Zach Davis: O'Neal wins it by the skin of his teeth!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Drake tried to RKO O'Neal through the table, but O'Neal uses the Lagniappe, his own RKO, and he had it scouted!
Zach Davis: This could have gone either way, Freddy, we almost had an upset!
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:: The stage hands are oblivious to the fact that Jason O’Neal has happened to walk up on them and is standing behind them…
STAGE HAND 1: Drake almost beat O’Neal?
STAGE HAND 2: I told you O’Neal is overrated.
STAGE HAND 3: Yeah, Rabid and Sanchez are right, he is delusional.
:: Jason steps within view…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Or maybe, O’Neal just wanted to save his energy for the long haul.
:: The stage hands nearly shit themselves. Jason ramps up the intensity…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Or maybe, if Pantheon can’t stand me AND Everest can’t stand me. I may be doing something right by calling their punk asses out. RIGHT?
:: Jason roars the last word and emphasizes the question. The trembling stage hands are speechless…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Or maybe (Jason smirks) I just want to know where they keep the bear?
:: The three stage hands point as they pretty much can’t speak clearly anyway. Jason chuckles as he goes to find the bear. On the way to the bear it just so happens he passes yards of barbed wire, containers of light bulbs, a doctor mixing the dosage for the medicine, and a fan with a skill saw. This is one fucked up place. Jason gets to the bear’s cage and it is heavily guarded, by one security guard with a whistle…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Here’s two hundred bucks get lost.
:: The security guard grabs the money and scrambles. Jason removed the cloth and reveals the snarling, foaming, bear. It growls and charges at Jason O’Neal and O’Neal just smiles…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: What the fuck am I thinking?
:: The bear is relentless. The rabid nature of the bear has left it insatiable and unable to fill pain. It continues to charge at the cage repeatedly. Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out two boxes of Chicken McNuggets…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Cha-Ching... Mr. Bear… We get in the ring tonight and you remember this.
:: Jason throws the bear the McNuggets. Cha-Ching Within seconds, the bear is back at the cage snarling for a piece of O’Neal…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I see that shit didn’t work. I don’t have to be fast, I just have to be faster than a 600 pound blubbery piece of shit. Shouldn’t be that hard.
:: The bear ramps up the intensity which in all honesty, causes Jason some discomfort…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’ll see you tonight little buddy… remember, I’m the one that gave you the chicken Mcnuggets.
:: Cha-Ching Jason eases places the blinder tarp back over the bear’s cage and backs away from the cage slowly. He rubs his face as if to think, “What the hell am I doing? This shit is crazy.” Never the less, Jason O’Neal frames himself in the camera and begins a shoot for night two…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Why go through so much trouble to get the dream matches you want to see Seth. It is a brilliant design. I have Oblivion, Psychopomp, Drake, and William and so does Wade Moor. You want to see eight versus eight in the semi-finals on Friday. On both blocks. Shit it’s either FPV or McMorris on the other side coming out undefeated for a great show on Slam on Sunday. Brilliance in action when determining the seeding. I must say I am impressed. This is the first thing that Seth has done that might actually earn him some money. With that said, Moor, it’s me and you on Friday with all the marbles on the line from Block A. If you feel anything less than you’re a fucking idiot and you give way too much credit to these other losers.
William, I tell you what, I’ll go easy on you. I will try to barely hit you. You see the object is to avoid the fucking bear. Your fat ass is going to get eaten tonight and you can be damned sure I won’t be anywhere near it. I ain’t made to face a bear. Fuck that. Hit your punk ass… knock you into the bear and get the fuck out of the way. Fuck the pin that’s three seconds where I am not looking at the bear. He can tear you to pieces. If you can’t fight because you are a bear’s lunch… then you can’t win. You can probably save the entire arena with your fat ass. You can keep the bear busy for atleast a decade eating your carcass.
This is not about fat jokes, or anything else. Hell it’s barely about wrestling, you saw that bear, this is about survival. I can honestly say, I want to live more than you. As evidenced by the fact that you throw caution and diabetes to the wind. 564 pounds my brother? Good thing Ainsley is there to wipe your ass. There has to be some T-Rex problems going on. I’m going to win this match because I ain’t fucking with no bear and you are going to have to kill me to get me near the fucker. Twenty four years on the streets of New Orleans and ain’t nobody killed me yet… your punk ass sure ain’t going to do it. See you in the ring. William the Bitchmoth…
:: The camera fades with one final glimpse of the rattling bear cage…
