You're a clown shoe!

Jamean Jaxon sits in his hotel room dialing a telephone. The phone shakes in his hand.

JJ:come on pick up

*ring ring ring rin...*

mom: hello

JJ: oh thank god your there.

Mom: why wouldn't....

*click*

The Jaxon family lives. Jamean stands in full view of the camera. The #9 Steve McNair Titans jersey flaps in the air moved by the oscillating fan in the corner of the room. Realizing that his family was not really dead was quite the relief for him. He could now completely focus on his match against Death Angel. He turns toward the camera.

JJ: Death Angel, what the hell is wrong with you. Your head is messed up dog. That house blowing up was all in your head. That would be creepy if you knew where I lived though.

Grabs the complimentary ice bucket.

JJ: That would be straight stalker status. Tell me something, what is your problem with me?

Walks toward the door

JJ: Ever since I got here you've had it out for me.Honestly what is beating me going to prove?

Turns left down the hallway.

JJ: Are you just so tired of being punked by the entire roster that you have to pick on the new guy. you were probably the guy that picked on all the little kids in high school. Yeah you were cool then but what happened after high school? Everybody moved on and you were left all alone. Left to realize just how much of a loser that you are. So you decide to put on a mask and talk shit to everybody.

Goes to the vending machine and purchases two Mountain Dew Code Red's

JJ: You try to scare everyone by claiming that you are some sort of demon, when in reality you're just a fucking trust fund baby. Yeah the suburbs are "hell". Your a fake piece of trash, Your a fucking clown. God damn it you make me sick. Hate is a strong word that I don't like to throw around. But I HATE fake people, wannabes. Every thing you do is a joke, from the things you say to the things that you do.

Pours the two bottles into the bucket. They almost reach the top.

JJ: I mean come on masks are so 80's style. Who is the last masked wrestler taken seriously in this country? Oh don't worry I'll give you time to think. That's what I thought. Then there is the things you say, you sound like a kindergartner that got held back. You said and I quote, That you are my "fucking wrost nightmare" and that you would give me the "wrost beatting" in my life. Wrost? what the fuck does that mean? To me that means that you are a dumbass. I speak better than that and I dropped out. So why don't you rip off that goofy ass mask, put some gel in your hair, throw on a Hollister shirt and some off those plaid pattern shorts, grab your flip flops, and run off to college like a good little white boy. I bet you're wondering about this.

Looks at the bucket

JJ: This is what you're blood will look like this week on Direct Hit. I will make you bleed into that bucket until that bell rings. Then, call me an overachiever, I'm going to fill it to the top. I want you to die. While you run around like an idiot saying your going to kill people, I stay silent because I actually have taken a man's life before.

I'm one of a kind
Turn one into nine
Blow your head off your shoulders dog it's nothing but time.

So this week watch out. While you sit there and blow up like Lil' Wayne by talking about nothing, I am out on the streets like an independent act slowly gaining momentum by going straight from the heart. Do you have any heart? Do want this more than me? I think not, and I will show you what I am talking about. It's hard but fair, sad but the truth. See you in Philly!