OS | James Best | "Minkaro"

Subject: OS | James Best | "Minkaro" Thu May 14, 2015 1:07 am

Subject: Re: OS | James Best | "Minkaro" Mon May 18, 2015 6:46 pm

The fans are split right down the middle for the man who basically ripped them off at United Xtreme, the man in question being James Best (it’s so hard to tell when he has a new theme song every week)with whatever fans James has being the only thing stopping him from getting booed out of the building. James steps out looking pissed, dressed in a simple jeans and Tshirt combination as he wastes no time in making his way down the ramp and rolling into the ring, clambering on the turnbuckle and raising both fists in the air, no fucks given for the haters, a very dominant portion of this rowdy Dallas crowd.

“BOOOO! YOU SUCK!!”

“GO HOME YOU’RE DRUNK!!”

James Best: “Oh SHARDDDARRRP”

James snaps into the microphone, his hand clasped across his forehead. Hangovers and getting kneed in the head can give you one bitch of a migraine after all.

James Best: “I don’t need to give you any answers, I don’t need to apologise and I sure as hell don’t need to explain my actions but I tell you this much, Texas… kiss my ---- ass!”

Jaws of fat kids drop.

James Best: “THE LOTTA YA!. KISS MY ------- ASS! HERE!!”

James begins unbuckling his belt and proceeds to turn and flash his cheeks to the world, shocking kids everywhere.

James Best: “I don’t need this shit, I don’t need this company, was it really that surprising that I didn’t come through last night? Was it surprising to you slags at all? It damn well shouldn’t be, my name is James Best, I do what the hell I want and if I want to get drunk rather than show up here and entertain your asses then damn it that’s what I’m going to do.”

The camera cuts to the crowd where various people are unimpressed and shaking their heads.

James Best: “While we’re on the whole do what I want thing, I’ve been looking over this contract I had drawn up, and it tells me it’s just about up and I came out here to tell you people.. or ALL YALL REDNECKS, that James Best is leaving the XWA.”

The crowd have no problem cheering now for this good news, as James pulls a contract out of his back pocket.

James Best: “This is what I think of your god damn company.”

James pulls out a lighter, glaring at the crowd with a deranged grin on his face, waving the lighter around the edges of the contract, teasing its incineration.

James puts the lighter back,

James Best: “What? You really thought I was going to do it didn’t ya, didn’t ya? You hicks are dumber than I thought.”

James folds the contract over and tucks it back in his jeans.

James Best: “I aint leaving the XWA until I find that little bitch Razor and get that title off his ass, who the hell else is there? Dante Cross? Xtreme Icon or that big fairy fuck Queen Alex? WEAK! Face it, and even you people in Texas are just smart enough to see that James Best is your only logical answer, James Best can get the shit done and James Best is gonna kick everyones ass in the building, to get my spot back, STARTING NEXT WEEK and next time Razor, the drinks are on your ass!!!”

James drops the mic with an audible thud as his music hits, James rolling beneatht he bottom rope and marching up to the back with a frown on his face and a smirk in his mouth.

Fin.