Post by jojotdf on Mar 4, 2021 15:27:17 GMT -5
The world is ready. It's been ready. Is Revolution1 Wrestling ready?
Is Jojo ready? I don't know... maybe I'm not ready. Shit... aight, well... see ya.
No, I have to be ready. Why? Because I've signed this damn contract and I didn't even read it. For the third time since UBW. I wish I had some kind of management agency to take me on.......
Anyway.
Let's go!!!!!!
"Somethin' on your mind?" An elderly woman smiles sweetly, "I can see in on your face."
"Ah, well... yeah, can't hide nothin' from you, ma'am," Jojo says as her smile falls.
She lifts her hand with a cautious finger, "Because... the mask."
(Damnit. She was being fresh. I have a mask on. Of course, she couldn't have seen it on my face. Idiot!)
"Right! Hahaha" Jojo laughs, "That's good shit, Mrs. Betterly. What you doin' today?"
"Jojo, every Tuesday I have to get my hair taken care of. You know that." Mrs. Betterly senses something is off with her bus-friend, "Why don't you tell me what's botherin' you..."
"Fine!" Jojo gives in, moving across the aisle to sit next to his older friend, "I joined this new wrestling company and signed a contract again."
"Again Jojo?" Mrs. Betterly is disappointed, "You said GCWA was the last time..."
"I know I did, Mrs. Betterly, and that one was really bad! I knocked over a camera and it fell on some handicapped guy in the audience. Now, they are going out of business and it's all because of me!"
"Jojo! That is just horrible." She says, still disappointed.
"This new one is called Revolution1 and I'm really worried about it!" Jojo panics.
"Why, what is the worry, Jojo?" Mrs. Betterly comforts him with a gentle hand on his own.
"Revolution 1. I'm afraid there might be more after that." Jojo whispers as if it's top secret.
"What?" Mrs. Betterly asks.
"Revolutions!" Jojo speaks too loudly and shushes himself.
"I think that's just the name, baby cakes." Mrs. Betterly smiles.
"Yeah, that's what Franklin said." Jojo mutters.
"WHO DID WHAT NOW?" A older gentlemen speaks out from a few seats ahead.
"I'm talking to Mrs. Betterly!" Jojo shouts back, "I told her you said it was just called revolution"
"Rasputin?" Franklin mishears.
"No, Revolution!" Jojo corrects him.
"There WILL be a revolution!" Prinzess blurts out, not hearing the context of the conversation, but thought an ample time to remind everyone about the "Car flag Revolution."
"Car flag... is not a good idea... we have GPS now." Jojo tells her, "I'm sorry..."
"Car flag is the future!!!!" Prinzess stands up with a finger in Mrs. Betterly's face.
"Okay... dear." Mrs. Betterly smiles while nodding in agreement.
"Okay, maybe car flag is a great idea but we have to keep it quiet. If these people hear it I'm going to get in trouble."
"What, why?" Prinzess sits.
"I kinda..." Jojo faulters...
"He signed a contract to invest in car flag but he can't sell it until the price drops." Mrs. Betterly informs her.
"What icebox?" Franklin squints as he cups his ear.
"PRICE DROPS!" Prinzess yells before turning back to Jojo, "You bet against my company's non-existent stock?"
"They told me it was on the up and up." Jojo regrets, "Now I'm out 2 bucks."
"Oh..." Mrs. Betterly realizes it's not even that serious.
"2 bucks, Jojo?" Prinzess' eyebrows lift.
"They said it would flippity flippity!" Jojo becomes defensive in a higher-pitched voice.
"Jiminy?" Franklin shouts, "The cricket?? What are you guys saying!!"
Prinzess, Jojo, and Mrs. Betterly have had enough, all turning to Franklin to yell "Shut up!"
The old man Franklin takes in the mutual assault before his bottom lip curls up over his top one.
"You guys are always so mean!" Franklin begins to tear up, turning around.
The trio look at him with great concern for a moment.
"What a drama queen." Mrs. Betterly scoffs before turning back to Prinzess and Jojo.
"Ever since his wife died, he's been such a twerp." Jojo says, "Anyway, I gotta get out of this contract."
"You can't. You have to stop running, Jojo!" Prinzess says, "Look at Shawn Wylde, he's killing it in the XWF."
"Meh." Jojo blows it off with a hand gesture.
"I love that Shawn Wylde.' Mrs. Betterly swoons, "Such olive skin."
"He wears a full body suit and mask!" Jojo reminds her, "What is it with you pretending to see through people's attire??"
"So dreamy." Mrs. Betterly is still in her own mind.
"That is gross." Jojo is disgusted.
"Yeah, Betterly." Prinzess is also disgusted, "I'm more of a... James Raven type of girl. Anyway, you gotta stay the course, man!"
"Why should I?" Jojo asks, "It'll just end in a wheel-chaired man being crushed to death."
"Well, don't knock over any cameras!" Prinzess scolds him.
"It's what I do!" Jojo gets excited, "I knock down cameras on people, I walk into giant house of cards, I pee on sandcastles! I always find a way to screw things up."
"Yeah... that's true." Mrs. Betterly doesn't bother trying to deny it.
"Okay, you know what, that isn't helping." Jojo reacts to Mrs. Betterly's comment.
"Maybe, you could... make the eye holes in your mask bigger so you can see better." Prinzess suggests.
"Who has a green sweater?" Franklin turns around, mishearing the end of her sentence.
"You gonna have a red sweater if you keep talking to us!" Mrs. Betterly becomes frustrated with Franklin.
"You wanna go, Betterly!?" Franklin stands up, just barely able to balance himself on the moving bus.
"Let's take it down town big boy!" Mrs. Betterly stands up as well, her cane bracing her in an upright position.
"Oh, you better sit down, Betterly." Frankin warns, "You remember last time!?"
"Yeah, I remember... but this time, this cane is going UP that ass!" Mrs. Betterly threatens.
"Jesus christ, guys... both of you, sit down! You're going to make my jostaritus flare up." Jojo stands up, his hand up at Franklin and Mrs. Betterly.
"You little shit!" Mrs. Betterly lifts her cane and bops Jojo on top of his head.
"Stop!" Jojo cries out, Prinzess keeps laughing, and a shoe flies from Franklin's side and hits Jojo in the mask, "C'mon!"
"Hahaha, That's the smelly one too!" Franklin laughs until he has to cough violently. Mrs. Betterly continues to hit Jojo with the cane until the bus driver, Mr. Mark, turns in anger. "Sit your asses down or i'm going to hit every speed bump until your frail bones become dust, you geriatric scum!"
Mrs. Betterly, Jojo, and Franklin sit down immediately.
"That's what I thought!" Mr. Mark turns back around, looking up in the mirror to find them again, "Your next stop just might heaven, Franklin. I'm watchin' you."
"Franklin is out of control, yo." Prinzess whispers, "So, what do you start at Revo, Jo?"
"Next week... against some dude named Cartier." Jojo answers.
"You mean... CARTI-AY" Prinzess corrects him, "Like... French style."
"You know him??" Jojo is stunned, "Is he like... tough?"
"Its a HER. And She's the Revo World Champ..." Prinzess answers matter-of-factly.
"So like... is She tough?" Jojo re-asks.
"I mean, She's the top champion so..." Prinzess hopes Jojo can form his own educated opinion, but she should know better.
"You sure She's french?" Jojo circles back.
"No, I think like.." Prinzess sighs, reaching into her pocketbook to retrieve her smart phone, "Let's just look her up and see."
"You okay?" Jojo leans in to check with Mrs. Betterly who he realizes is snoring, "So, yes?"
"Okay, look here Jo..." Prinzess slides closer to Jojo, an awkward kind of moment of sexual tension becomes present before both choose to ignore it and look at the phone screen.
"Brooklyn brawler? Black Diamond?" Jojo reads out loud, "thotting..."
"That means..." Prinzess begins to explain, "You know what, nevermind."
"You're so white, Jojo." Mrs. Betterly's voice enters the conversation before closing her eyes again.
"...How do you know?!??" Jojo, again, flabbergasted by Mrs. Betterly's suspicious x-ray vision.
"Look here, she's a street girl, and being a street girl myself, I can tell you, Jojo... you better bring your A-game." Prinzess warns.
"Shit, I'm at least bringin' my A minus game." Jojo confirms.
"Then spit somethin' for old time's sake." Mrs. Betterly challenges Jojo to freestyle, her eyes still closed.
"Nah, man... I don't do that anymore." Jojo denies.
"C'mon, Jo." Prinzess urges him, "You haven't wrestled in a long time and you always prepared for your matches by spittin' something... you got it!"
"Nah." Jojo resists again.
"And make it funny! And mention car-flag!" Prinzess challenges him again, "Unless you a wuss."
"I'm not a wuss..." Jojo murmurs.
"Wimp!" Mrs. Betterly growls.
"Hey! Cool it lady." Jojo warns her but she lifts her cane up enough to back Jojo off.
"Okay, okay! Fine!" Jojo gives in, "Hit me with that beat DJ Betterly!"
"You got it, Jojo!" Mrs. Betterly puts her fingers in her wrinkled mouth deep, grabbing her teeth and removing it, then begins beat-boxing like no other.
"Aiyo, it's Jojo versus some schmo' named cartier
main eventer now, I'm passed the mid-carder days...
but am I championship material? it's hard to say...
i guess we'll find out soon, till then save my parkin place...
yeah its true me and my old friends may have parted ways...
but there's more for me to do and this just my starter's pace...
still a dancing freak, but in the ring, i'm a friggin cobra
I don't care if she from Brooklyn, the bridge is over
I'm the type to find cartier sitting... and kick her over
look down and see her new belt... let me think it over...
just reach down, pick it up, put it on my shoulder...
Cartier can follow me around like "get me a soda"
this week a champ, next week, jojo's yes woman
just because you'll lose to the freak, you ain't less, woman
you gonna get wrecked, woman, left on your chest, woman
you about to fail the test, woman, get some rest, woman...
yeah, I wear a mask, so I'm down for the face off...
so come Tuesday, maybe you should take the day off..."
"Ohhhhhhhhh that was SICK!" Franklin is turned around, fan-boying his favorite emcee, Jojo.
"Sit DOWN!" Mr. Mark yells, slamming on the brakes and sending Franklin backwards, but forward, against the seat in front of him with incredible force.
"I'm okay..." Franklin's trembling voice mutters from under the bus seat.
"Okay, but you didn't mention Car flag, and it wasn't funny... like, at all..." Prinzess critiques.
"Carflag, carflag, can't find your car? drag...
hit a little button, remember where you parked, flag...
look in the parking lot, remember where's your car at??...
'oh look, see the red banner? that's a car-flag."
"YES!!!!!" Prinzess jumps for joy, sending Mr. Mark into another rampage just as Franklin was pulling his frail body up to his seat. The brakes are slammed again, sending Franklin back to the seat in front of him and back down to the floor once again with a sickening thud.
"This... must... stop..." Franklin whimpers.
Jojo turns to the camera that is now, but always has been filming him for his promo, breaking the fourth wall to speak to the Revo1 fans and fellow wrestlers.
"Listen here you little shits! I might be new to your organization, and that is a fact... but I'm going to walk into that ring, i'm going to shake Cartier's little hand, and then proceed to make the best first impression I ever made in my entire life! Hopefully Cartier likes me! Hopefully Cartier doesn't hit me too hard! Hopefully Cartier forgives me for any low blows I do on instinct! Hopefully. Hopefully! One can only hope... but guess what!? Jojo has decided that Revo is his new home and home is where the heart is, and my heart is wherever the dance is... so, Cartier.. get your blue suede shoes, get your nails did, look good for me because come Tuesday, it's our first date... and after I eat that ass, I ain't calling back!"
"That was incredibly rude." Mrs. Betterly is disgusted by Jojo's promo.
"It's a promo, mama!" Jojo says, flailing his arms defensively, "I gotta say stuff!"
Jojo's arm hits the camera out of the recorder's hand and it falls on a small child in the next seat.
"Oh, my god! I'm sorry!" Jojo rushes to comfort the child.
"You son of a bitch! That is my little baby!" The mother yells at Jojo.
"Hey, it was an accident, you want to go!" Mrs. Betterly stands up with her cane up to use it.
"CAR FLAG! BUY TODAY ON AMAZON!" Prinzess gives herself a cheap plug before the camera shuts off.
Is Jojo ready? I don't know... maybe I'm not ready. Shit... aight, well... see ya.
No, I have to be ready. Why? Because I've signed this damn contract and I didn't even read it. For the third time since UBW. I wish I had some kind of management agency to take me on.......
Anyway.
Let's go!!!!!!
"Somethin' on your mind?" An elderly woman smiles sweetly, "I can see in on your face."
"Ah, well... yeah, can't hide nothin' from you, ma'am," Jojo says as her smile falls.
She lifts her hand with a cautious finger, "Because... the mask."
(Damnit. She was being fresh. I have a mask on. Of course, she couldn't have seen it on my face. Idiot!)
"Right! Hahaha" Jojo laughs, "That's good shit, Mrs. Betterly. What you doin' today?"
"Jojo, every Tuesday I have to get my hair taken care of. You know that." Mrs. Betterly senses something is off with her bus-friend, "Why don't you tell me what's botherin' you..."
"Fine!" Jojo gives in, moving across the aisle to sit next to his older friend, "I joined this new wrestling company and signed a contract again."
"Again Jojo?" Mrs. Betterly is disappointed, "You said GCWA was the last time..."
"I know I did, Mrs. Betterly, and that one was really bad! I knocked over a camera and it fell on some handicapped guy in the audience. Now, they are going out of business and it's all because of me!"
"Jojo! That is just horrible." She says, still disappointed.
"This new one is called Revolution1 and I'm really worried about it!" Jojo panics.
"Why, what is the worry, Jojo?" Mrs. Betterly comforts him with a gentle hand on his own.
"Revolution 1. I'm afraid there might be more after that." Jojo whispers as if it's top secret.
"What?" Mrs. Betterly asks.
"Revolutions!" Jojo speaks too loudly and shushes himself.
"I think that's just the name, baby cakes." Mrs. Betterly smiles.
"Yeah, that's what Franklin said." Jojo mutters.
"WHO DID WHAT NOW?" A older gentlemen speaks out from a few seats ahead.
"I'm talking to Mrs. Betterly!" Jojo shouts back, "I told her you said it was just called revolution"
"Rasputin?" Franklin mishears.
"No, Revolution!" Jojo corrects him.
"There WILL be a revolution!" Prinzess blurts out, not hearing the context of the conversation, but thought an ample time to remind everyone about the "Car flag Revolution."
"Car flag... is not a good idea... we have GPS now." Jojo tells her, "I'm sorry..."
"Car flag is the future!!!!" Prinzess stands up with a finger in Mrs. Betterly's face.
"Okay... dear." Mrs. Betterly smiles while nodding in agreement.
"Okay, maybe car flag is a great idea but we have to keep it quiet. If these people hear it I'm going to get in trouble."
"What, why?" Prinzess sits.
"I kinda..." Jojo faulters...
"He signed a contract to invest in car flag but he can't sell it until the price drops." Mrs. Betterly informs her.
"What icebox?" Franklin squints as he cups his ear.
"PRICE DROPS!" Prinzess yells before turning back to Jojo, "You bet against my company's non-existent stock?"
"They told me it was on the up and up." Jojo regrets, "Now I'm out 2 bucks."
"Oh..." Mrs. Betterly realizes it's not even that serious.
"2 bucks, Jojo?" Prinzess' eyebrows lift.
"They said it would flippity flippity!" Jojo becomes defensive in a higher-pitched voice.
"Jiminy?" Franklin shouts, "The cricket?? What are you guys saying!!"
Prinzess, Jojo, and Mrs. Betterly have had enough, all turning to Franklin to yell "Shut up!"
The old man Franklin takes in the mutual assault before his bottom lip curls up over his top one.
"You guys are always so mean!" Franklin begins to tear up, turning around.
The trio look at him with great concern for a moment.
"What a drama queen." Mrs. Betterly scoffs before turning back to Prinzess and Jojo.
"Ever since his wife died, he's been such a twerp." Jojo says, "Anyway, I gotta get out of this contract."
"You can't. You have to stop running, Jojo!" Prinzess says, "Look at Shawn Wylde, he's killing it in the XWF."
"Meh." Jojo blows it off with a hand gesture.
"I love that Shawn Wylde.' Mrs. Betterly swoons, "Such olive skin."
"He wears a full body suit and mask!" Jojo reminds her, "What is it with you pretending to see through people's attire??"
"So dreamy." Mrs. Betterly is still in her own mind.
"That is gross." Jojo is disgusted.
"Yeah, Betterly." Prinzess is also disgusted, "I'm more of a... James Raven type of girl. Anyway, you gotta stay the course, man!"
"Why should I?" Jojo asks, "It'll just end in a wheel-chaired man being crushed to death."
"Well, don't knock over any cameras!" Prinzess scolds him.
"It's what I do!" Jojo gets excited, "I knock down cameras on people, I walk into giant house of cards, I pee on sandcastles! I always find a way to screw things up."
"Yeah... that's true." Mrs. Betterly doesn't bother trying to deny it.
"Okay, you know what, that isn't helping." Jojo reacts to Mrs. Betterly's comment.
"Maybe, you could... make the eye holes in your mask bigger so you can see better." Prinzess suggests.
"Who has a green sweater?" Franklin turns around, mishearing the end of her sentence.
"You gonna have a red sweater if you keep talking to us!" Mrs. Betterly becomes frustrated with Franklin.
"You wanna go, Betterly!?" Franklin stands up, just barely able to balance himself on the moving bus.
"Let's take it down town big boy!" Mrs. Betterly stands up as well, her cane bracing her in an upright position.
"Oh, you better sit down, Betterly." Frankin warns, "You remember last time!?"
"Yeah, I remember... but this time, this cane is going UP that ass!" Mrs. Betterly threatens.
"Jesus christ, guys... both of you, sit down! You're going to make my jostaritus flare up." Jojo stands up, his hand up at Franklin and Mrs. Betterly.
"You little shit!" Mrs. Betterly lifts her cane and bops Jojo on top of his head.
"Stop!" Jojo cries out, Prinzess keeps laughing, and a shoe flies from Franklin's side and hits Jojo in the mask, "C'mon!"
"Hahaha, That's the smelly one too!" Franklin laughs until he has to cough violently. Mrs. Betterly continues to hit Jojo with the cane until the bus driver, Mr. Mark, turns in anger. "Sit your asses down or i'm going to hit every speed bump until your frail bones become dust, you geriatric scum!"
Mrs. Betterly, Jojo, and Franklin sit down immediately.
"That's what I thought!" Mr. Mark turns back around, looking up in the mirror to find them again, "Your next stop just might heaven, Franklin. I'm watchin' you."
"Franklin is out of control, yo." Prinzess whispers, "So, what do you start at Revo, Jo?"
"Next week... against some dude named Cartier." Jojo answers.
"You mean... CARTI-AY" Prinzess corrects him, "Like... French style."
"You know him??" Jojo is stunned, "Is he like... tough?"
"Its a HER. And She's the Revo World Champ..." Prinzess answers matter-of-factly.
"So like... is She tough?" Jojo re-asks.
"I mean, She's the top champion so..." Prinzess hopes Jojo can form his own educated opinion, but she should know better.
"You sure She's french?" Jojo circles back.
"No, I think like.." Prinzess sighs, reaching into her pocketbook to retrieve her smart phone, "Let's just look her up and see."
"You okay?" Jojo leans in to check with Mrs. Betterly who he realizes is snoring, "So, yes?"
"Okay, look here Jo..." Prinzess slides closer to Jojo, an awkward kind of moment of sexual tension becomes present before both choose to ignore it and look at the phone screen.
"Brooklyn brawler? Black Diamond?" Jojo reads out loud, "thotting..."
"That means..." Prinzess begins to explain, "You know what, nevermind."
"You're so white, Jojo." Mrs. Betterly's voice enters the conversation before closing her eyes again.
"...How do you know?!??" Jojo, again, flabbergasted by Mrs. Betterly's suspicious x-ray vision.
"Look here, she's a street girl, and being a street girl myself, I can tell you, Jojo... you better bring your A-game." Prinzess warns.
"Shit, I'm at least bringin' my A minus game." Jojo confirms.
"Then spit somethin' for old time's sake." Mrs. Betterly challenges Jojo to freestyle, her eyes still closed.
"Nah, man... I don't do that anymore." Jojo denies.
"C'mon, Jo." Prinzess urges him, "You haven't wrestled in a long time and you always prepared for your matches by spittin' something... you got it!"
"Nah." Jojo resists again.
"And make it funny! And mention car-flag!" Prinzess challenges him again, "Unless you a wuss."
"I'm not a wuss..." Jojo murmurs.
"Wimp!" Mrs. Betterly growls.
"Hey! Cool it lady." Jojo warns her but she lifts her cane up enough to back Jojo off.
"Okay, okay! Fine!" Jojo gives in, "Hit me with that beat DJ Betterly!"
"You got it, Jojo!" Mrs. Betterly puts her fingers in her wrinkled mouth deep, grabbing her teeth and removing it, then begins beat-boxing like no other.
"Aiyo, it's Jojo versus some schmo' named cartier
main eventer now, I'm passed the mid-carder days...
but am I championship material? it's hard to say...
i guess we'll find out soon, till then save my parkin place...
yeah its true me and my old friends may have parted ways...
but there's more for me to do and this just my starter's pace...
still a dancing freak, but in the ring, i'm a friggin cobra
I don't care if she from Brooklyn, the bridge is over
I'm the type to find cartier sitting... and kick her over
look down and see her new belt... let me think it over...
just reach down, pick it up, put it on my shoulder...
Cartier can follow me around like "get me a soda"
this week a champ, next week, jojo's yes woman
just because you'll lose to the freak, you ain't less, woman
you gonna get wrecked, woman, left on your chest, woman
you about to fail the test, woman, get some rest, woman...
yeah, I wear a mask, so I'm down for the face off...
so come Tuesday, maybe you should take the day off..."
"Ohhhhhhhhh that was SICK!" Franklin is turned around, fan-boying his favorite emcee, Jojo.
"Sit DOWN!" Mr. Mark yells, slamming on the brakes and sending Franklin backwards, but forward, against the seat in front of him with incredible force.
"I'm okay..." Franklin's trembling voice mutters from under the bus seat.
"Okay, but you didn't mention Car flag, and it wasn't funny... like, at all..." Prinzess critiques.
"Carflag, carflag, can't find your car? drag...
hit a little button, remember where you parked, flag...
look in the parking lot, remember where's your car at??...
'oh look, see the red banner? that's a car-flag."
"YES!!!!!" Prinzess jumps for joy, sending Mr. Mark into another rampage just as Franklin was pulling his frail body up to his seat. The brakes are slammed again, sending Franklin back to the seat in front of him and back down to the floor once again with a sickening thud.
"This... must... stop..." Franklin whimpers.
Jojo turns to the camera that is now, but always has been filming him for his promo, breaking the fourth wall to speak to the Revo1 fans and fellow wrestlers.
"Listen here you little shits! I might be new to your organization, and that is a fact... but I'm going to walk into that ring, i'm going to shake Cartier's little hand, and then proceed to make the best first impression I ever made in my entire life! Hopefully Cartier likes me! Hopefully Cartier doesn't hit me too hard! Hopefully Cartier forgives me for any low blows I do on instinct! Hopefully. Hopefully! One can only hope... but guess what!? Jojo has decided that Revo is his new home and home is where the heart is, and my heart is wherever the dance is... so, Cartier.. get your blue suede shoes, get your nails did, look good for me because come Tuesday, it's our first date... and after I eat that ass, I ain't calling back!"
"That was incredibly rude." Mrs. Betterly is disgusted by Jojo's promo.
"It's a promo, mama!" Jojo says, flailing his arms defensively, "I gotta say stuff!"
Jojo's arm hits the camera out of the recorder's hand and it falls on a small child in the next seat.
"Oh, my god! I'm sorry!" Jojo rushes to comfort the child.
"You son of a bitch! That is my little baby!" The mother yells at Jojo.
"Hey, it was an accident, you want to go!" Mrs. Betterly stands up with her cane up to use it.
"CAR FLAG! BUY TODAY ON AMAZON!" Prinzess gives herself a cheap plug before the camera shuts off.