Post by codair on Dec 24, 2013 23:47:01 GMT -5
“You know, I was standing around thinking about how insanely stupid you truly are jordy, and then it occurred to me that you maybe more self centered then what I actually thought. Then I Was directed elsewhere.”
The scene opens up as TJ is seen sitting at a computer, feet up, cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“Now I could debate the choice of music, however I got better things to do with my time, and have decided I am just going to solely focus on you. You see I know this is only viewed by the few fans that know where to look, it will not be aired, however Jordy, you get to see it and that is all that matters to me right now you little bitch.”
Codair looks at the camera and turns away from the computer, with the video on pause from Jordan's previous comments.
“You see Jordan, unlike you. I don't stick to stories, I do not tell a full tale of what is going on elsewhere, I don't waste the time of anyone watching because I do not find the need to do so. You know why, because the average viewer is watching this to see what we have to say about our opponents, not what little melodrama is going on that is completely acted and faked worse then a porn star orgasm.”
Codair cracks his neck.
“I mean all that aside, you say I throw the name out, I self promote. Really, I have seen your name pop up more times on more stupid things then I care to think about, columns, this stupid out of ring promo thing where people come to air shit that wont go on the air but they feel it needs to be said. You got your lame ass melodrama bullshit you show the world thinking that for some reason it is relevant to our match, and then you say somethings that could have been summed up in a tweet on twatter. Jordan, all this just goes to show me that deep down inside of your
Codair shakes his head in disappointment.
“You disappointed me Jordan, I have heard that you were a player, that you were a kid with your weight in gold, and all I have seen from you is a pathetic, waste of space, egotistical, self righteous, worthless bag of bones that more then likely does not know a wrist lock from a waist lock. Your a shoe in for being a nobody front and center. You know why that is. It is because you act like a hot shot when all you are is nothing more then a scared little shit. You are unsure of yourself, so you get the fans, you get everyone to try and believe in you enough to where you can believe in yourself. It saddens me to see, here I was thinking you were going to be a great challenge and all I see is you. Remind me to sue John Ojeda for false advertisement of the talent pool here. You see there will be no stellar wins or losses in our match. It will just end up being a quick finish. You know why, because that is all that our match will be worth. You went first, you had the chance to set the tone, all you did was bore me to death. Could we have had a wonderful go around, and say our shit towards one another and made this a highly anticipated match. You bet your ass, instead being the pompous amateur rookie fuck you are, you waste my time and everyone else and pipe off a quick blurb. This was not supposed to be a quick vignette from the 80's you make shift bad ass wanna be. You lacked the PWX banner and the annoying interviewer. This was supposed to be the big chance of yours. To show that you can knock off anyone and everyone.
Codair glares at the camera
“The next time you decide to cut a promo, make it less artsy and the meat of the promo, make sure your music is decent, for the love of god, don’t make me think it should be replaced with the culture club again just to fit the era ya seem to focus on with your lil act.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I said I liked you, and then found this bullshit piece you put up and went holy shit, I saw that shit years before I even got involved in the ring.”
Codair looks at the camera, and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Jordan, you got your fakes in this business Jordan, the camera's playing at all times, and then you got people like me that ain't fake. That ain't all for the spot light. That ain't all oh lights on change my face. Everything I do, everything I say, is me. Not no scripted piece of shit little fucking bitch like you. So, get the radio going and appeal to the oppressed a little bit more, cause we all know the truth, if you weren't doing this, you would be the guy in the bathroom right now cutting yourself and crying like a fucking wimp. Oh my life sucks, oh why do I not have the balls to say what I want. You know why you don't your censored, and you allowed yourself to be who you ain't. Good for you, annoying to me. You know why that is. Cause I see through you, and know your just a little bitch.”
Codair flips off the camera as the scene ends.
The scene opens up as TJ is seen sitting at a computer, feet up, cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“Now I could debate the choice of music, however I got better things to do with my time, and have decided I am just going to solely focus on you. You see I know this is only viewed by the few fans that know where to look, it will not be aired, however Jordy, you get to see it and that is all that matters to me right now you little bitch.”
Codair looks at the camera and turns away from the computer, with the video on pause from Jordan's previous comments.
“You see Jordan, unlike you. I don't stick to stories, I do not tell a full tale of what is going on elsewhere, I don't waste the time of anyone watching because I do not find the need to do so. You know why, because the average viewer is watching this to see what we have to say about our opponents, not what little melodrama is going on that is completely acted and faked worse then a porn star orgasm.”
Codair cracks his neck.
“I mean all that aside, you say I throw the name out, I self promote. Really, I have seen your name pop up more times on more stupid things then I care to think about, columns, this stupid out of ring promo thing where people come to air shit that wont go on the air but they feel it needs to be said. You got your lame ass melodrama bullshit you show the world thinking that for some reason it is relevant to our match, and then you say somethings that could have been summed up in a tweet on twatter. Jordan, all this just goes to show me that deep down inside of your
Codair shakes his head in disappointment.
“You disappointed me Jordan, I have heard that you were a player, that you were a kid with your weight in gold, and all I have seen from you is a pathetic, waste of space, egotistical, self righteous, worthless bag of bones that more then likely does not know a wrist lock from a waist lock. Your a shoe in for being a nobody front and center. You know why that is. It is because you act like a hot shot when all you are is nothing more then a scared little shit. You are unsure of yourself, so you get the fans, you get everyone to try and believe in you enough to where you can believe in yourself. It saddens me to see, here I was thinking you were going to be a great challenge and all I see is you. Remind me to sue John Ojeda for false advertisement of the talent pool here. You see there will be no stellar wins or losses in our match. It will just end up being a quick finish. You know why, because that is all that our match will be worth. You went first, you had the chance to set the tone, all you did was bore me to death. Could we have had a wonderful go around, and say our shit towards one another and made this a highly anticipated match. You bet your ass, instead being the pompous amateur rookie fuck you are, you waste my time and everyone else and pipe off a quick blurb. This was not supposed to be a quick vignette from the 80's you make shift bad ass wanna be. You lacked the PWX banner and the annoying interviewer. This was supposed to be the big chance of yours. To show that you can knock off anyone and everyone.
Codair glares at the camera
“The next time you decide to cut a promo, make it less artsy and the meat of the promo, make sure your music is decent, for the love of god, don’t make me think it should be replaced with the culture club again just to fit the era ya seem to focus on with your lil act.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I said I liked you, and then found this bullshit piece you put up and went holy shit, I saw that shit years before I even got involved in the ring.”
Codair looks at the camera, and shakes his head in disbelief.
“Jordan, you got your fakes in this business Jordan, the camera's playing at all times, and then you got people like me that ain't fake. That ain't all for the spot light. That ain't all oh lights on change my face. Everything I do, everything I say, is me. Not no scripted piece of shit little fucking bitch like you. So, get the radio going and appeal to the oppressed a little bit more, cause we all know the truth, if you weren't doing this, you would be the guy in the bathroom right now cutting yourself and crying like a fucking wimp. Oh my life sucks, oh why do I not have the balls to say what I want. You know why you don't your censored, and you allowed yourself to be who you ain't. Good for you, annoying to me. You know why that is. Cause I see through you, and know your just a little bitch.”
Codair flips off the camera as the scene ends.
