Jeremiah O' Haire vs JR Kingston

[Mat Awesome]

Jeremiah O' Haire vs J.R. Kingston roleplays here.

 

[YoungMannie]

Red Shield Era: Kingston Debut

*Scene Opens As JR Kingston Is Sitting In A Brand New Maybach Exelero, Wearing A Custom Made Nike Sweatsuit! He Seems Too Be Leaning Back, Clutching On The Tag Team Titles, As Damien Walker Is In The Passenger Seat!*

(Kingston Is Conversing With DW As He Drinks Champagne From His Glass, And DW Points Too The Waiting Camera Crew)

Kingston: Oh Damn! Welcome I Mean Right Now, Excuse The Mess In My New Car But Last Night, Damien Bought Me Some New Clothes, And I Decided Too Hit The Club And I Bought Home A Few Ladies.....(Laughs Hard) But I Digress I Mean This Couldn't Be An More Exciting Time In Wrestling, The RSM Are The Tag Champs, And I'm Guessing Your Wondering Why I Have The Belts With Me! Well Because If Pay Attention Too Your Wrestling History! You Smart Marks! You Would Know The Red Shield Mafia Holds The Titles As A Unit/Faction On The Reasoning Of The Infamous "Freebird Rule"! This Means That The Myself, Mannie, And Nero! Are The Tag Champs! And We Can Defend The Belts In Any Combination, Whether It's Me/Mannie Or Mannie/Nero, Me/Nero! Which Means No Team Will Ever Have Idea Of Who Their Facing (Big Laughs) Yo DW Holla At Them (Taps DW)!

DW: Listen You Assholes! Thats Right The RSM Are The Champs I Spoke This For Months When The IWF Comeback! Now It's Finally Happened And Now You Cunts! Can't Stomach It, Well Sorry Too Fucking Bad! I Already Told You The RSM Era Has Begun! And Kingston, Your Making Your IWF Debut An Against Booby King!

(Production Tells Him It's Bobby)

DW: Hung! Oh Booby Anyway But Wait What You Say!

(Production Tells Him That Bobby King Has Left IWF In Sabbatical)

DW: Oh Is That Right! Well Like I Said! The RSM Was Running All The Good Guys Out This Company, And Now Will Make This Whole Company Our Playground! And I Would Love Too Shout Out! JR's Good Friends/Associates Cuban Links! Well Thats About It Whoever Kingston Going Too Fight! Will Have Too Kill Him Because He Will Not Stop Until He Kills Them FIRST!


*Scene Fades As Kingston Storms Of Unto The Streets*​

 

[THE Brian Kendrick's Biceps]

“Judgment day ... is upon us”​

Tick ... tock ... tick ... tock. The pendulum of the grandfather clock swings back and forth, the golden lustre of it shrouded by both the darkness of the room, and the deep brown box that encases it. We hear nothing but the continued sounds of tick ... tock ... tick ... tock ... tick ... tock ... tick ... SMASH!

Glass goes flying everywhere as a hand, and only a hand, smashes straight through the glass casing and grabs the pendulum. The hand is seemingly unaffected by the flying shards of broken glass, as it grabs hold of the golden pendulum and holds it still, allowing us to see the full shape of the pendulum ... revealing it to be a cross. The hand continues to hold the pendulum still as the camera now zooms back, showing that the hand was in fact not floating, but rather the rest of the person’s arm is being covered with a black cloak which covers almost all of the man’s body, including his head. The only features of the man that we can see are his hulking figure, his long, wild hair that in some parts sticks out from the hook of the cloak, and his eyes. The white, shining, penetrating eyes, staring deep into the camera ... into our souls, probing our thoughts ... our dreams.

???: “Tick ... tock ... tick ... tock. The clock strikes none ... the time ... hath come. Sinners of Impact Wrestling Federation ... beware. For months, ‘The Prophet’ hath been delivering warnings, foretelling of danger for those who do not correct their sinful, ignorant, misguided ways. The warning hath been there for all to see, and yet some ... hath not taken the advice of ‘The Prophet’ to heart ... they hath not adhered to the proper lifestyle, and given thr poper respect to which the lord, to which ‘The Prophet’ ... commands.

Those who hath not heeded the word, the doctrine of ‘The Prophet’, hath been noted and etched eternally into the conscience of the lord, in the mind, of ‘The Prophet’. J.R. Kingston ... tou are the FIRST ... the very first ... of these misguided souls who hath had the guts to step forth and back thou sacrilegious beliefs to the end, to take them to ‘The Prophet’. And for that ... ‘The Prophet’ almost ... almost respects thou. But that will not protect thou from the beating ... of a lifetime.

Clearly, the message hath been lost upon thou. Through all of the warnings of great danger, thou hath continued to gorge thouself in thou sinful ways. And now ... thou must be punished in a way unimaginable to a mere mortal. Thou will feel pain that thou mortal body, thou mortal soul hath never seen been reeked upon a fellow mortal. When ‘The Prophet’ unleashes his plague of pain upon thee, thou will break both thou body ... and thou spirit ... in order to bring thou back the correct way ... in the mould of a follower of the lord ... much the same as ‘The Prophet’. Thou will become one of the mortals in the army, ready to fight at the behest of the lord, and convert thou fellow sinners to his way, waging war on the evil, on the ignorant.

... J.R. Kingston ... thou has been warned. Thou time ... tick ... tock ... tick ... tock ... is over. It is time for thou to take the lord into tho heart, or forever be punished ... ... ... Judgment day ... is upon us.”

And with that, 'The Prophet' rips the cross from the clock, tearing it away with amazing ease as we instantly fade to black.