Post by John Stone on Dec 16, 2005 19:14:12 GMT -5
<<The camera opens up with John Stone standing at attention. Not a sexualy aroused attention, but that kind a proud soldier stands at. Thats a military soldier, not his own personal infantry. His commanding officer sits in front of him and salutes John Stone. Stone in turns does the same, as his commanding officer stands up and extends his hand to Stone. Stone extends his own back and they shake. His commanding officer hands him his discharge papers and Stone gladly accepts them. He folds them up and sticks them in his back pocket. Stone turns and heads out of his commanding officer's quarters. As the door opens, John Stone walks out and has a bit of a smirk on his face. >>
{John Stone} These are it. In my back pocket are forms that close one chapter in my life and begin another. The military was good to me. It taught me respect and discipline. It taught how to be tough and it taught me self worth. These were all things that I was lacking until I became a USMC. Call me a jar head, I dont give a damn! This is my family. They took care of me and I took care of them. 2 tours through Iraq and Afghanistan. I was there when we found that hole that bastard Saddam was hiding. It took that same discipline for me not to pull the trigger right there and then. I hunted Osama Bin Laden, that camel humping bastard, all across the deserts and mountains of Afghanistan. I was there. And now........
<<John Stone stares intently into the camera.>>
{John Stone} ........now I'm in Valor Wrestling Alliance, the VWA. A company that my own father helped build. Some of you may remember my father, Eric Stone, some of you may not. People say I have a lot of my father in me and some say we arent a like at all. We're both proud men. Sometimes overly proud. Sometimes that pride gets in the way of our judgment. Last Sunday, it wasnt about pride. Tibbs, you know as well as I do that this had nothing to do with pride. As a matter of fact, it was the lack of pride by a certain someone that has brought you and I face to face. But I'm not gonna sit here and bore ya with a history lesson. My actions will do the talking for me.
<<The camera begins to zoom out and take a longer shot, as John Stone begins to head towards his Hummer.>>
{John Stone} I'm not here to talk about last Sunday. I'm here to talk about this Sunday. I'm here to talk about a man named Patrick O' PUBIC Hare. I dont know a damn thing about you homie. Cept for the fact that you are stepping into the ring with a military grunt, a USMC soldier baby. Proud damn of it, if you havent been able to tell. You aint nothing but a punk bitch! Look at ya! The leather pants, the mutton chops, the handle bar mustache.....who you supposed to be a male stripper or Glenn Hughes of the Village People?! Now I know why they call you O' PUBIC Hare. You just remember that this is a wrestling match and not a damn prison shower and all will be cool. My rear entrance stays closed to all visitors.
<<Stone reaches back and begins to rub his ass.>>
{John Stone} Just the thought of it makes my ass burn like 20 pound hemorrhoids and makes me sick to my stomach. On second thought, I just might have to forfeit the match. I cant take the chance that O' PUBIC Hare wont get the wrong idea if he has me trapped in a waist lock. I've seen the look on his face, that smirk he gets. I know your enjoying it. Thats just sick!
<<Stone reaches his Hummer and opens the door. Stone puts his boot on the rail and begins to hoist himself up. He stops for a moment and looks back at the camera.>>
{John Stone} Tell ya what O'PUBIC Hare, instead of me forfeiting this week. How about I just come into the ring and whoop your ass?! I think that makes much more sense. I'll throw a few punches, a couple of kicks, maybe a headbutt and then I'll finish you off by dropping you down on, that stack of dimes you call a neck, with the Stone Cutter. I'll pickup the win and get the hell out of the ring before a construction worker, a cowboy and an indian join you. O' PUBIC Hare, I aint one to mess with. All joking aside, my mission is clear. I march into Sunday night slam to whoop some ass! And thats the bottom line........because it can be no other way! HOO-RAH!
<<Stone jumps into his Hummer. The awesome power of his Hummer H2 roars louder and louder. Dirt and gravel kick up into the air, as Stone drives off to Sunday night slam.>>
{John Stone} These are it. In my back pocket are forms that close one chapter in my life and begin another. The military was good to me. It taught me respect and discipline. It taught how to be tough and it taught me self worth. These were all things that I was lacking until I became a USMC. Call me a jar head, I dont give a damn! This is my family. They took care of me and I took care of them. 2 tours through Iraq and Afghanistan. I was there when we found that hole that bastard Saddam was hiding. It took that same discipline for me not to pull the trigger right there and then. I hunted Osama Bin Laden, that camel humping bastard, all across the deserts and mountains of Afghanistan. I was there. And now........
<<John Stone stares intently into the camera.>>
{John Stone} ........now I'm in Valor Wrestling Alliance, the VWA. A company that my own father helped build. Some of you may remember my father, Eric Stone, some of you may not. People say I have a lot of my father in me and some say we arent a like at all. We're both proud men. Sometimes overly proud. Sometimes that pride gets in the way of our judgment. Last Sunday, it wasnt about pride. Tibbs, you know as well as I do that this had nothing to do with pride. As a matter of fact, it was the lack of pride by a certain someone that has brought you and I face to face. But I'm not gonna sit here and bore ya with a history lesson. My actions will do the talking for me.
<<The camera begins to zoom out and take a longer shot, as John Stone begins to head towards his Hummer.>>
{John Stone} I'm not here to talk about last Sunday. I'm here to talk about this Sunday. I'm here to talk about a man named Patrick O' PUBIC Hare. I dont know a damn thing about you homie. Cept for the fact that you are stepping into the ring with a military grunt, a USMC soldier baby. Proud damn of it, if you havent been able to tell. You aint nothing but a punk bitch! Look at ya! The leather pants, the mutton chops, the handle bar mustache.....who you supposed to be a male stripper or Glenn Hughes of the Village People?! Now I know why they call you O' PUBIC Hare. You just remember that this is a wrestling match and not a damn prison shower and all will be cool. My rear entrance stays closed to all visitors.
<<Stone reaches back and begins to rub his ass.>>
{John Stone} Just the thought of it makes my ass burn like 20 pound hemorrhoids and makes me sick to my stomach. On second thought, I just might have to forfeit the match. I cant take the chance that O' PUBIC Hare wont get the wrong idea if he has me trapped in a waist lock. I've seen the look on his face, that smirk he gets. I know your enjoying it. Thats just sick!
<<Stone reaches his Hummer and opens the door. Stone puts his boot on the rail and begins to hoist himself up. He stops for a moment and looks back at the camera.>>
{John Stone} Tell ya what O'PUBIC Hare, instead of me forfeiting this week. How about I just come into the ring and whoop your ass?! I think that makes much more sense. I'll throw a few punches, a couple of kicks, maybe a headbutt and then I'll finish you off by dropping you down on, that stack of dimes you call a neck, with the Stone Cutter. I'll pickup the win and get the hell out of the ring before a construction worker, a cowboy and an indian join you. O' PUBIC Hare, I aint one to mess with. All joking aside, my mission is clear. I march into Sunday night slam to whoop some ass! And thats the bottom line........because it can be no other way! HOO-RAH!
<<Stone jumps into his Hummer. The awesome power of his Hummer H2 roars louder and louder. Dirt and gravel kick up into the air, as Stone drives off to Sunday night slam.>>
