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"Alright, alright, alright, calm down, yeah, yeah, it finally happened... Jimmy Two-Swings gets his first match at next week's show! Wooo, this is the stuff single-neglected mothers wait for. Ya know, I ain't gonna lie. I've had my fair share of pretty... "funny?" things happening to me. I got a fine honey with lip-smackin' fat cheeks 'Tweetin' me out of the blue, oh yeah, you know she wants my 'switchblade.' I've had another lip-smackin' even-fatter cheeks get offended at my words (hey, if ya don't like what I say, don't follow me, hin-hint!), and even had a gay porn star hit on me... Oh, yeah. The world wants Jimmy's 'switchblade.' But I have my current 'funny' thing, and that would have to be my opponent. James Storm. Yeah, I get a freakin' redneck for my first match! But, guess how he's feelin', he's gettin' a greaser... Oh, yeah, buckle them knees, cowboy. Redneck, cowboy, clown, astronaut, bussinesman, I could give a rat's ass, ain't nothin' gonna stop me from swingin' at you. Don't even bring up what you've done either, 'cause the past don't interest me one bit. Jimmy Two-Swings is lookin' at the future and only the future... And let me tell you, I see a WHOLE lotta Jimmy in it. I'm aimin' to see blood in our rumble, Storm. Best believe it won't be mine I'll be seein'... Two swings, redneck. Just give me TWO swings."The scene opens up not inside the arena, but outside. The sun has set, it was dark, and showtime was nearing. The camera is facing the "SOLD OUT" sign for tonight's show before it pans over to the side of the arena, the side that was nearest to the back of it, where all those eighteen-wheelers were located. And there, just where the side wall's corner meets the back of the arena, we see the lone individual puffing away at a Marlboro red 100, Jimmy "Two-Swings" Romano. It was about damn time, too. During last week's show, Jimmy didn't even bother going to the arena, there was no point, but now... Now, the guy was actually on the card, and he couldn't have felt more ready than he did right now. Jimmy exhales smoke as the camera now makes his way toward him. Jimmy notices it, but does nothing but eye it. A short stare-down ensues between Jimmy and the camera, before he takes another puff of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke once again.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// Wow. So you found me. Big whoop. How long did that take you? Wait... I know why you're here... This is one of those promo things, huh? I'm supposed to talk about that tub-o-booze I'm to be takin' on in my debut... HEH. Let me tell ya about guys like James Storm...
Jimmy takes a pretty lengthy drag from his stogie, exhaling it when he's had it enough.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// Guys like James Storm? I used to see 'em all the time. Not rednecks, ain't no rednecks in New York. But, people like Storm? Oh, yeah, by the handfull, by the handfull. I see 'em, proud of who they are, thinkin' they're the best thing to happen to whatever the hell it is they're blabbin' about... Next day? Dead, face down, in a puddle of their own blood. And no one would get surprised or alert the fuzz... It was one of them... Everyday things, it'd be an odd day on my side of the tracks if crap like that never happened.
Pausing yet again, Jimmy takes another puff of his cigarette, and exhales the smoke.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// That's what James Storm reminds me of. Exactly. Now, I know I can't use this on ya, Stormy, baby
Jimmy pulls out his switchblade in a flashy manner, eyeing the blade 'cause the suits here would be on my ass faster than NYPD on minorities... But I've been in enough rumbles to learn to NEVER backdown from the meat that gets placed in front of me, no matter the size. You think that because I'm considered scum and low-income trash that I can't rearrange your face? Don't even give me that "I remember when I was young" crap either, Stormy...
Yep, once again, Jimmy takes another drag of his cigarette, this getting past just under the halfway. He exhales, turning his attention back to the camera.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// You and I? We're nothin' alike. I grew up with nothin'. As a kid? Nothin'. Teen years? Nothin'. Now that I'm an adult? I get hired by this place. You know what I'm sayin'? I'm not gonna be your typical opponent, Storm! Something's wrong with me... You ever pull out a blade on your old man, James? I have. That's how angry I get. That's how shot-tempered I can be! To the point where I'm close to harmin' loved ones, James! My OWN father!...
Jimmy looks angry now, taking one last puff of his cigarette. He exhales the smoke, and flicks the cigarette butt away before looking back at the camera, a small chuckle starting.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// But you're not a loved one, James... So, when we're in that ring tonight, and I bug the freakin' hell out... You do what you gotta do. I don't care what it is, it's gonna end with me stompin' all over ya!... But I'm tellin' you this right now, ya square... Your best move would be to freakin' run away. Because when I get carried away?
He starts chuckling again Even "I" don't know what's gonna happen...! Now, get the hell outta my sight.
Jimmy pushes the camera man's camera away from him, nearly sending him to the floor. When the camera man recovers, we just get a shot of Jimmy walking away from behind, as he adjusts the collar on his leather jacket. The scene eventually ends by fading to darkness.
...Later that night...We open up, this time inside the Toyota Center arena where tonight's Supershow was to take place. Standing already in the interviewing area was NWA's resident backstage interviewer, the obscure Scott Stanford. Standing there, with that typical clueless know-nothing smile, it widens when the camera man points the camera toward him, and he gives him his cue to start the interview.
SCOTT[STANFORD]// ...Ladies and gentlemen, Scott Stanford here! Please, welcome my guest at this moment, Ring Of Honor's newly signed talent, Jimmy--
Scott doesn't get to finish, as Jimmy Two-Swings had made his way into Scott's camera shot. It's when he does that the camera pans out, and now the two of them came into perfect view. Jimmy was sucking away at a bottle of Budwieser ...Jimmy... Jimmy Two-Swings.
Scott is eyeing the beer bottle the whole time Um... Jimmy, there's no... No drinking alcohol around here.
Jimmy finishes taking his swig, then looks from the camera to Scott. He looks at him with a "WTF" look, then starts chuckling.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// Gee, then, uh... Guess I'm da first? HA.
Jimmy takes another quick swig of his beer ...Come ahhhhn, Scottie, baby, quit soundin' like a freakin' broad! Let loose, chillax, quit bein' a square, and do your job...
Jimmy slap-taps his cheek Hah?
This offends Scott, but since he was too smart to realize that Jimmy could have stomped him to mush, he kept his mouth shut, and did as he was told.
SCOTT[STANFORD]// ...J-Jimmy. Tonight, you debut against a man who is known all over the world. An accomplished man who has won his fair share of championship gold.
Scott starts to get all matter-of-factly now, letting Jimmy know who his opponent was gonna be I'm talking about the man who's done it all, who's seen it all, the Cowboy, James Storm! Tell me... How does it feel knowing you'll be up against such a powerful name?
Jimmy had been chugging on his beer, and when Scott finishes speaking, Jimmy nearly spits his beer out, getting only a few drops on the microphone that had been pointed in his direction.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// WOAH... Hahaha, you're a funny guy, Scottie, I'm surprised they don't have your ass writin' these shows instead giving a crap what I gotta say... Haha, known ALL over the world, hah? Well, the slums in New York where I'm from must be a REAL crap hole, 'cause I ain't never heard of no James Storm. Guy has a good taste in names though, I'll give him that!
Jimmy pauses, and just glares at Scott, eventually squinting his eyes, and a smile forming I saw what you what you were doin', Scottie... Tryin' to intimidate me for Storm? Let me tell ya. James Storm is NOTHIN' to Jimmy Two-Swings! I don't care what that inbred hick has done! I'm NOT a wrestler!! I kick ass. That's it. I didn't go to NO wrestling school, I didn't suck NO legend "shaft" so they could train me... I was trained by the STREETS!
Jimmy looks into the camera now, fuming.
JIMMY[TWO-SWINGS]// I didn't play no games with my pops, guy was always at work, NEVER home... My mother? Just a stupid slut who ran away, only after the cock, nothin' more... I had my boys, I learned the trick of the trade, and that's why now, I'm able to kill a man with just two swings...
Jimmy pulls out his switchblade, pulling the blade out with this. This became my best friend out alone in the streets. You see? This is exactly what I was talkin' about earlier. Storm and me? We're nothin' the same. While Storm prances around here in his underwear, hugging other half-naked oily guys to get a win... I'll be stompin' away at your FACE.
He turns toward Scott I'm DONE TALKIN'.
The shouting visibly startles Scott. Jimmy then looks back the camera. He looks mad, but a smirk soon finds itself on his face, and he begins chuckling ...Hahaha. Tonight, James. Get ready for good ol' fashioned New York style BEAT DOWN. And when I'm done beatin' your black and blue, lifeless body in that there ring out there?... Haha, I'm gonna find your wife, and make that bitch scream doo-wop all night! Dig??
You can hear the audience booing Jimmy heavily, as he lets out another laugh. He adjusts his leather jacket, pulling a cigarette outof his pocket, and puts it in his mouth. He then glares at Scott with a scowl. Sott looks unsure, and like that, Jimmy breaks his empty beer bottle on the wall, and acts as if he was gonna rush Scott with the jagged end. Scott flinches pathetically, and that just makes Jimmy laugh more. Jimmy walks away, and we are left with an irritated Scott Stanford, looking on in the direction Jimmy had left. The screen fades to black to end.
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