Promo #3: Once a Faggot, Always a Faggot

(A-Will, in shorts, an undershirt, and running shoes, is jogging around the neighborhood at 6:00 in the morning. He sees a truck with the XMW logo on it and cords hanging out the trunk and runs the other way. The camera man quickly spots him and calls his name. He stops and turns around slowly with a furious expression on his face. The camera man sees the expression and gulps before saying something.)

Camera man: I-

(A-Will interrupts him loudly in an angry tone.)

A-Will: Just give me the damn recorder! Hurry up!

(The camera man quickly hands A-Will a tape recorder.)

A-Will: It's the wrong one! This is Matt Miles' tape recorder! Just take your damn time, god dammit!

(The camera man looks for Samuel King's tape recorder and hands it to A-Will. A-Will jakes it out the camera man's hand and press play.)

Camera man: I see you're a morning person, sir.

A-Will: Ain't nobody tell you to talk. Shut the fuck up.

(After listening to the tape recorder, A-Will hands the recorder back to the camera man, who puts it up.)

A-Will: Turn the fucking camera on!

(A-Will takes a few breaths after yelling at the camera man, whom is setting up the camera.)

A-Will: I'm sorry, I was just pissed because that cunt responded. Please set the camera up.

(The camera is set up and A-Will is leaning on a fence nearby.)

A-Will: Typical retarded smark, you continue to blast garbage from your crapper 5000 you call a mouth. Let me hit you some more truth, son. It's not your business of what's happening with my suite and hotel room because, unlike you, for me, there's always a plan B. You just have to worry about our match on Sunday, but if you want to go off topic, I can do that. First of all, you call me someone that can't get a girl, yet you turn the plate right back around and said that I eat pussy. Hmmm, son, yes, I did eat some during college and a little after and it was delightful. You can call me a pussy, a bitch, or whatever makes you take your mind off the ass-kicking you're going to get on Affliction, but that doesn't, in any way, actually erase the fact that I'm going to flat out murder you in the ring. I'm not someone that needs to beg for women to notice me because I've had pussy and, as I've stated before, I've pushed it aside to dominate the professional wrestling business and I'm doing a mighty good job. I've traveled the world and, now, I bring my learnings to Xtreme Mayhem Wrestling. The closest you'll ever get to porn is being born, which brings me to your horrible acting. Spare everyone that fake shtick about your mother beating you because I know your mother caught you watching porn before and hasn't whooped your ass or else you wouldn't be saying the crap you do to women. I'm not stupid, but you've managed to take stupidity to new level, even beyond crazy. You've demonstrated that you don't even do research because you've mistaken me for this white kid that had it easy growing up and talked back to my parents when I felt like it, but it pisses me off that you believe that stereotype you watch on television. Unlike your mother, my parents weren't afraid to rearrange my body parts if I got out of line. I got out of line only once that was enough to make me realize I better get my act together and I did. Now, I've traveled the world, won multiple championships even while I'm still 24, and now I'm talking to some immature freak that goes super crazy when he even smells the pussy fragrance from his subscription of Pussified Magazine instead of doing research and finding rhythm. Everyone knows that I'm from Memphis, Tennessee, a city that is dominated by blacks, and that I lived in an all-black neighborhood. I had some friends, but majority picked on me simply because I was white, and I don't hate black people, I just hate those idiots there. But, that's off the point. On topic, we've established that you can't get pussy, you don't do research, you are a bad representive of black people, and you are a pheasant pervert that calls men gay regardless of the fact that they've went out with more girls than you can count. I also take it that hearing has never been one of your best features because you thought I was already at the top in this company. Well, that sums you up, you deaf imbecile. I made it clear time and time again that I'm on my way to the top. I'm already the best damn wrestler to lace up a pair of boots, but being on top is holding the World title, and I will reach that pinnacle. After all, that's where your jealousy is heading towards, me on my way to being the top dog in this bitch. Oh, you did ask why you were jealous of me, didn't you? Once again, your acting blows. I see it in your eyes, you despise me. Otherwise, you wouldn't call me names after I said I'm the best and have the facts to back it up. Face it, I scream superiority why you scream inferiority. Don't be alarmed any longer, though, because I'm going to send you back to your amateur dump you came from. I promise, and I always keep my promises. Oh it's real, it's damn real.

(The camera man turns the camera off and A-Will continued his morning jog with a smirk on his face while whispering "tap, tap, tap" the whole time.)