Post by J-Shades on Jun 26, 2014 18:53:51 GMT -6
Staten Island, NY
6.26.14
8:52 PM
J-Shades stood on a landing in a stairwell of his apartment building. He was, as usual, wearing blue Jeans and had on a Solid black T-shirt with the UWA logo on it. He had his aviator sunglasses on.
Jay: I hope you like the scenery. Picking where to shoot these is always the hardest part. First things first, there are some apologies I need to get off my chest. It’s rare I feel bad enough about my actions that I actually ask for forgiveness, but this month has seen a couple.
The first one may surprise you. I need to apologize to the guys up top at UWA. At the beginning of June I had a match, or at least I was scheduled for a match, against Gunner Helms. Some of you may be asking, “J-shades, who is Gunner Helms?” (Smirking) Well that was exactly what I was thinking when I heard I had a match with him, and in the end I decided to just not show up that week. It was stupid, it was unprofessional, it was disrespectful and it’s not something I plan on ever doing again as long as I’m around here. Though I did here that Gunner didn’t show up himself so I’m not losing too much sleep over it.
My next apology goes out to my friend Bobby Brooks. You see, Two weeks after my no show I was scheduled for another match. And though I got my body all the way out to boring ass St. Ogden, Utah, my mind just wasn’t with me. Because of that mistake my mind, my body, and my winning streak all suffered, and you got a win for showing up.
I hope your listening real well, Bobby, cause my next apology goes out to Quentin Saint, but you’ll still want to listen. I’m so sorry Quentin, that you got put in this little triple threat match, cause this Sunday all 100 percent of the Bad Boy is coming to Searing Agony, Mind, body and spirit, and you’re in the way of the man I want to get my hands on. If I were you I’d just step out of the ring and let me and Mr. Brooks go at it, cause if you don’t I’ll just smash right through you. Who ever put you in this match really put you in between a rock and a hard place, and I have very little doubt in my mind you won’t be crushed.
My last apology goes out to myself of course. That’s always what it comes down to, isn’t it? Just last month I was 3-1 and there was no shadow of a sign that I was slowing down. So of course I decided I could afford days off. Relax here, don’t work so hard there, and I’d just still be able to walk through all my opponents. But not all my opponents are garbage men, and I was stupid to think so. Out of all the apologies you give, it’s the ones that you give to yourself that you hope are forgiven the most. I don’t think I can forgive myself just yet, though. Just like I need to earn everyone else’s respect again, I need earn back the trust in myself. As much as I need to prove to everyone else that I am the future of this company, I need to prove it to myself. Quentin Saint may be standing in my way of you, Bob Brooks, but you’re just standing in the way of my redemption.
But on a much lighter note, I’d like to apologize to my friend Greg, who I know will be watching this Sunday. After my victory this Sunday I’ll be coming back to the east coast to celebrate. Your house may or may not survive this celebration, and for that I’m sorry. That’s just how the Bad Boy Rolls.
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6.26.14
8:52 PM
J-Shades stood on a landing in a stairwell of his apartment building. He was, as usual, wearing blue Jeans and had on a Solid black T-shirt with the UWA logo on it. He had his aviator sunglasses on.
Jay: I hope you like the scenery. Picking where to shoot these is always the hardest part. First things first, there are some apologies I need to get off my chest. It’s rare I feel bad enough about my actions that I actually ask for forgiveness, but this month has seen a couple.
The first one may surprise you. I need to apologize to the guys up top at UWA. At the beginning of June I had a match, or at least I was scheduled for a match, against Gunner Helms. Some of you may be asking, “J-shades, who is Gunner Helms?” (Smirking) Well that was exactly what I was thinking when I heard I had a match with him, and in the end I decided to just not show up that week. It was stupid, it was unprofessional, it was disrespectful and it’s not something I plan on ever doing again as long as I’m around here. Though I did here that Gunner didn’t show up himself so I’m not losing too much sleep over it.
My next apology goes out to my friend Bobby Brooks. You see, Two weeks after my no show I was scheduled for another match. And though I got my body all the way out to boring ass St. Ogden, Utah, my mind just wasn’t with me. Because of that mistake my mind, my body, and my winning streak all suffered, and you got a win for showing up.
I hope your listening real well, Bobby, cause my next apology goes out to Quentin Saint, but you’ll still want to listen. I’m so sorry Quentin, that you got put in this little triple threat match, cause this Sunday all 100 percent of the Bad Boy is coming to Searing Agony, Mind, body and spirit, and you’re in the way of the man I want to get my hands on. If I were you I’d just step out of the ring and let me and Mr. Brooks go at it, cause if you don’t I’ll just smash right through you. Who ever put you in this match really put you in between a rock and a hard place, and I have very little doubt in my mind you won’t be crushed.
My last apology goes out to myself of course. That’s always what it comes down to, isn’t it? Just last month I was 3-1 and there was no shadow of a sign that I was slowing down. So of course I decided I could afford days off. Relax here, don’t work so hard there, and I’d just still be able to walk through all my opponents. But not all my opponents are garbage men, and I was stupid to think so. Out of all the apologies you give, it’s the ones that you give to yourself that you hope are forgiven the most. I don’t think I can forgive myself just yet, though. Just like I need to earn everyone else’s respect again, I need earn back the trust in myself. As much as I need to prove to everyone else that I am the future of this company, I need to prove it to myself. Quentin Saint may be standing in my way of you, Bob Brooks, but you’re just standing in the way of my redemption.
But on a much lighter note, I’d like to apologize to my friend Greg, who I know will be watching this Sunday. After my victory this Sunday I’ll be coming back to the east coast to celebrate. Your house may or may not survive this celebration, and for that I’m sorry. That’s just how the Bad Boy Rolls.
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