JUST STEP ON UP AND GET BITCH SLAPPED BY 'DEM BOYS! || Forward goes here....
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- IT'S TIME FOR WAR, BOI! -
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[ The Sun was just peaking over the mountain top in Sandy Fork, Delaware the dogs were barking in their kennels as the AEW camera opened up, not much was going on this day except for #DemBoys working hard at the big man’s chicken farm, Mark Briscoe could be seen running out of the big man’s house carrying an old wrecked laptop with the wires hanging out of it it looked like it didn’t even work, but the main page of AEW.com could barely be seen on the screen, he had a handgun in his hand firing it into the air as he ran towards the chicken pen. ]
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|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"JJJJAAAAYYYY… YOU'RE IN!.. YOU’RE IIIINNNNN!!"
[ Mark Briscoe continued to run toward the big barn, Jay Briscoe stepped out of the barn looking over towards Mark Briscoe. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"What duh hell are you talkin’ bout chicken!.. didn’t duh big man tell ya ta help me out, man.. damn it!"
|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"But Jay.. ya in duh Road ta Superclash tournament, man… duh winner ta get a chance at duh World Championship at Superclash, man!"
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Yea well first off I gotta take des bad boys ta duh damn dead pile… and when I’m done wit dat, I gotta whoop a jacked up fake muscled lil bitch like Alex Riley… what’s duh new shit around here now?"
[ Jay paused. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Now I get duh excitement, man… but first things first, chicken… duh big man called me late last night and said duh chickens were droppin’ like flies… and startin’ Monday night in Richmond dem boys on duh A-E-Dybay roster… are gonna start droppin’ like flies, man… startin’ wit dat jacked up college schoolboy, Alex Riley!.. dis Monday night I’m gonna drop dat boi on his big ass head… I’m gonna whoop dat ass back ta duh college years... dis Monday night in Richmond, man… ya gonna get ya ass whooped in Richmond, boi!"
[ He paused, pacing back and forth, putting acigar into his mouth and lighting it, removing it from his mouth the smoke floats towards the camera. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Ya’ll heard people say a WAR begins with one man… ARMAGEDDON begins with one WAR… dis Monday in Richmond, I am going to be dat man to start dat WAR with Alex Riley… ya wanna be notice, man… ya wanna become famous boi… I’ll make ya famous when I drop ya on ya damn head, man… Hashtag: FreeRiley, after Monday it’ll be Hashtag: RileysDEAD!"
[ He took another drag of the cigar, once again breathing smoke at the camera, he smirked pointing towards the camera, nodding his head up and down. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"I gotta say though, boi… after last Monday on Concussion… ya got a big set of fuckin’ balls on ya, man… slappin’ duh bossman like ya did, boi… ya got some balls between dem legs of yours son… but dis Monday night in Richmond, you ain’t fightin’ a fat man on a ego trip, ya ass is fighting duh baddest mothafucka on dis earth… AKA, duh one dat tamed duh Man Beast… AKA, duh man dats ‘bout ta whoop everybodies ass in MY Road ta Superclash… MY road ta dat A-E-Dubya Heavyweight Championship man, ya just in my way ta be duh king in dis company, boi!"
[ Mark stepped forwards, towards the camera, his eyes widened and looking like a crazed caveman. ]
|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"Ya think you one bad boy, Riley… JUST THE WEEK YA ASS BEEN IN DIS COMPANY, MAN..."
[ He stepped closer to the camera, eyes popping out of his skull as he stepped closer. ]
|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"BUT ALL YA’VE DONE IS PISSED US OFF…"
[ He stepped another step towards the cameras, his eyes popping out of his head a big smile on his face.. ]
|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"Ya walk inta duh A-E-Dubya like ya a dang king or something… but all you’ve done US PISSED M-"
[ Jay patted Mark on the shoulder, with the cigar sticking out of his mouth, removing the cigar from his mouth, he spit on the ground, Mark stepped back a bit looking over at Jay with those crazed eyes. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Take it easy chicken... Take it easy, man [he looks into the camera] Ya see Riley, dis Monday night ya not steppin’ inta dat ring with just an ordinary superstar, man… ya steppin’ in duh ring wit a warrior, man… a warrior dat dis Monday night, is gonna whoop ya damn ass brotha… all over Richmond son!"
[ He took one last drag of the cigar, breathing smoke into the hair, he grin on his face. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"See ya crazy ass in Richmond… when I drop ya on ya lil melon, man… See ya dis Monday night in Richmond where ya will... REACH FOR DAT SKY, BOOOOIIIII!!"
[ Putting the cigar back into his mouth again, he smirked walking off the camera frame. Mark Briscoe stepped forward, looking straight into the camera. ]
|| the quiet briscoe | MARK BRISCOE; ||
"Yeah boi… See ya dang ass in Richmond, where ya gonna get ya dang ASS WHOOPED, BOI!.."
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[ He looked straight nto the camera with a crazed smile on his face, his eyes popped out of his skull, as the scene faded ]
[ As the AEW cameras open up in Sandy Fork, Delaware, the sound of gunfire and dogs barking could be heard throughout the sky. The camera panned around the front yard, finding Jay Briscoe pacing back and forth in front of the dog’s kennel, his eyes fixed on the ground. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Monday night… duh war begins… duh war Jay Briscoe has been waitin’ for, man… Alex Riley comes ta duh A-E-Dubya ta go ta war with duh most violent mothafucka in dis business… ya steppin’ in duh ring with me, man… Jay Briscoe… dis business is in my very soul, man… it’s all I do… and come dis Monda night in Richmond, A-Ry you come face ta face wit duh baddest mothafucka in dis business… ya steppin’ in dat ring wit duh most violent man in A-E-Dubya son… WAR is comin’ ta Richmond, man and you are SMACK in duh middle of dat shit now, boi!"
[ He paused, he waves his finger at the camera. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Let me tell ya ass somethin’, man… ya got a big set of balls… steppin’ inta duh damn ring wit me son… I’m more violent than dem damn sports entertainers… does boi’s you went up against before coming ta A-E-Dubya man… you think you’re the only one that stepped inta duh ring wit Kevin Owens, man… well ya havn’t, I not only stepped inta duh ring wit dat fat bastards, I took duh Ring of Honor World Championship from him son… and now ya think you can just come inta A-E-Dubya territory, man… my warzone… my damn yard and boi, dis Monday night in Richmond... ya ass is trespassin’ in that yard, man..."
[ He paused, reaching down at the table and picking up what looked like a machine gun as he looked directly into the camera, a smirk formed on his face. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"...and ya know what dem boys does ta duh trespassers dat be trespassin’ in our yard, man… we blow there fuckin’ head clean of there shoulders son!.. and come Monday night, I’m gonna hunt for ya head, man… I’m gonna blow dat head of yours clean off does shoulders man… I don’t give a damn who duh hell ya think ya is, man… ya treadin’ in my back yard, boi… ya trespassin’ on my land, man, ya like slapping people in duh face like a lil bitch… why don’t ya come try slappin’ me in duh face dis Monday night at duh Richmond Coliseum, boi… I’ll hand a whoopin’ on ya ass that ya dumbass will NEVER forget!"
[ He paused. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Dis Monday night, like I said before, man… ya steppin’ on my property and you know what I do to a man that is on his property… I hunt does bitches down, however I may see fit!.. just like I did wit duh beast dat was Rhino… I mean it’s easy when you slappin’ duh big man of dis company… ya think ya tough shit when ya slapped dat boy in duh face didn’t ya, man?.. dat suppose ta make ya somethin’ special son?.. dat make ya feel like a somebody huh?"
[ He stopped pacing, looking straight into the camera, his eyes popped out of his skull as he stepping towards the camera, he jumped around the camera frame. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Dat don’t make ya a man, boi… dat makes ya nuttin’ but a lil bitch… now I get what ya were trying ta do man… I get it, I was once in duh same place as you boi… but ya see when I wanted ta be noticed… when Jay Briscoe wanted ta be noticed, I took one of Paul E’s camera boi, and I sent dat fat ass a message… I didn’t pull a fuckin’ gun on duh man like dat hairy lil bitch, Bram did… and I didn’t slap dat boi in duh face like he was a bitch man… I took duh WAR and I brought it ta duh front door of A-E-Dubya man… I didn’t becomes a lil BITCH when I did dat!.. ya just like dat bitch Bram, ya nuttin’ but a lil bitch man!"
[ He paused beginning to pace back and forth again. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Ya see boi, I’ve been makin’ duh A-E-Dubya and Paul E rekonize me man… I’ve been gettin’ myself noticed in dis business boi… I’ve been knockin’ duh door down off it’s damn hinges man… I knocked dat bitch down, all ya have done is prove… just how much a of bitch ya are, man… but dis Monday dat all could change man… because in Richmond, ya steppin’ in duh ring with duh real King of dis company… ya steppin’ inta dat ring wit duh most violent man dat has stepped in a wrestlin’ ring man… dis Monday night ya steppin’ in duh ring with Jay BY GAWD Briscoe, who is ready for a damn WAR boi!"
[ He paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small pouch of chewing tobacco, he open it, takes a bit out and stuffs it in his mouth between his cheek and gum, immediately spitting a bit out, he smirked. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Alex, dis Monday night… ya better be ready for a WAR man, because boi dis Monday night ya gonna go through just dat… I’m comin’ ta Richmond on a Hunt… duh hunt of Alex Riley will end in horror, man."
[ He paused. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Ya see boi, dis business doesn’t live in ya soul like it does me, man… now some of y’all think dem boys are just a couple of chicken farmers from Sandy Fork, Delaware… but dis pro wrestlin’ shit… dis pro wrestlin’ is in my very soul man… deep down in my soul, it’s what I was put on dis world ta do man… until my heart beats it’s final beat… pro wrestlin’ is number one on my radar man… it’s what I was created ta do boi… and now a lil college boi punk wants ta come slappin’ his way inta dis business… Riley let me tell ya somethin’ man, dis Monday night ya crazy ass is lockin’ horns wit duh baddest man on duh planet son… as ya said it this past Monday night to Paul E, boi… ya ass gonna have ta learn it… DUH HARD WAY, when I drop ya on ya damn head son… dis Monday night, A-E-Dubya is leadin’ ya ass ta ya SLAUGHTER, boi… I’m just duh man they choose ta do duh slaughterin’ of a punk ass bitch like ya son… See ya in Richmond man."
[ He paused for a second. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"Than it’s on ta dat World Title tournament and duh savior of dipshits, Damian Sandow… see ya out in dat ring boi for ya SLAUGHTER boi… Time ta let duh dogs loose on ya ass…"
[ Jay spun around pounding on the dog’s kennels, screaming "FRESH MEAT, BOI'S". ]
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[ They barked as Briscoe opened the door and they came running out barking up a storm, Jay spin chewing tobacco on top the ground, looking up with his eyes wide and on the camera. ]
|| 'dem boys | JAY BRISCOE; ||
"See ya Monday, boi... ya gonna REACH FOR DUH SKY, BOI!"
[ He spit on the ground once more, loading a magazine into the machine gun, looking at the camera, pointing the machine gun at the camera, before he pulled the trigger, he let out a loud “BBBOOOOOMMMM!” at the camera as the scene fades. ]