Graveyard Swag

[Chloe]

~On a dark but not so stormy night the flyest wrestler on the EBWF roster stood outside of set of rickety, rusted cemetery gates. He was still wearing dark sunglasses because he's a baller and that's what ballers do. JTG looked back at the camera with a skeptical kind of look.~

JTG: I got this match with The Undertaker this week. Funny since the last time I saw that dude he was so scared of me he buried himself underground. But everything I do, I do it BIG. So I'm here at this graveyard to see if I can find Undertaker. And when I do I'm gonna put my Timbs all over his face. CHEA.

~JTG pushed the gates open and went strolling through the cemetery, looking over some of the headstones. He looked all about for any sight of The Phenom but so far his search didn't produce any results.~

JTG: Undertaker? Where is your dad punk ass at? I know you're scared. 'Cause I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high.

~In the background, a shadowy figure could be seen making it's way around. JTG had yet to notice the presence.~

JTG: See, a win over Undertaker would have gotten me a match at Wrestle Mania. But since he no-showed I got overlooked. So if he actually decided to show up Monday night I'm gonna take it out on him. Do you know how many cars, and jacuzzi's and BITCHES I could have gotten with that Mania cash? I'm trying to build some racks here. And--What the HELL are you doing back there?

~JTG turned around to face the person who had been creeping and lurking about in the background. R-Truth.~

R-Truth: I'm here to warn you.

JTG: About what, man? Can't you see that I'm trying to shoot a promo here?

R-Truth: I'm here to warn you about The Undertaker.

JTG: I ain't afraid of The Undertaker, man! Last time we were supposed to fight he killed himself!

R-Truth: No. It's deeper than that. Do you wonder why we weren't on Wrestle Mania?

~JTG slowly lowered his sunglasses and shrugged.~

JTG: ...'Cause...we're...black?

R-Truth: NO. That doesn't have anything to do with it. It has to do with the conspiracy.

JTG: Conspiracy?

R-Truth: Yes. You aren't a spider. You don't work for Little Jimmy. But The Undertaker does.

JTG: Yo, dude, WHO is Little Jimmy?

R-Truth: Little Jimmy is able to bring the dead back to life. A bastardization of the human race. The Undertaker is that result.

JTG: ....Riiiiiight.

R-Truth: If we pool together we can overcome this conspiracy. We can overcome Little Jimmy.

JTG: The only conspiracy is why I was asked to leave Miami Beach last weekend 'cause it was a NO FLY ZONE. Swag. Swag. Swag. Swag. Swag.

~JTG started to show off the ice around his neck while chanting before Truth intervened.~

R-Truth: NO! You fool! Are you trying to summon him?!

JTG: What?

~Truth gripped the sides of his head tightly~

JTG: I mean, WHAT are you talking about?!

R-Truth: Stop summoning Little Jimmy. Listen. Listen closely. I want you to defeat Undertaker. I want to put an end to these horrible creations Little Jimmy continues to thrust upon civilization. This has to end.

JTG: So, what you're saying...

~JTG began to ponder the situation.~

JTG: ...not that I need help...but if Undertaker...I dunno...tried any of that...hocus pocus garbage you would...

R-Truth: Ensure that he is not successful. Yes. This is what I am saying. Undertaker needs to get got.

JTG: I agree, I agree. We're gonna step out of this graveyard and discuss this. But stay where I can see you.

R-Truth: You don't have to worry. I'm not a spider.

~This didn't do much to ease JTG's apprehension as the pair slowly began to walk out of the graveyard.~

[Ashlee]

LOL.