08-12-2019, 07:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-12-2019, 07:26 PM by KillaScrilla.)
*Jackson is sitting on his couch playing Battlefield 1*
“I want to thank you for coming and listening to what I got to say. This has been a long ass off season and a lot of things have changed around the league. You got new GMs, new HO. Hell new everything basically. Everyone is getting on these rookie hype trains and they aren’t stopping. You have guys like Owens and others that are guaranteed top two or three picks. I want to give props to those guys for working their ass off to get there, I do. But you know what?” Jackson sits back and chugs half a beer, laughing so hard he can’t stop. He stands up and throws the bottle across the room, shattering against a mirror across the room.
Yelling,” All these fuckers are putting me on the bottom like I don’t belong. Like I’m some fucking garbage that needs to be taken outside and left. All these “experts” that think I don’t belong can take a long walk off that short cliff out back” He points out his back of the living room, glass from floor to the 30ft ceiling. He walks over to the fridge,” Would you like a beer or a shot of whiskey?” The reporter says,”No thank you” his voice getting a little shaken. Not knowing how Jackson will continue this tirade or what will happen.
Jackson grabs a beer then pours a shot of whiskey.He shoots the shot then chugs the whole beer, tossing the bottle this time into the trash. “ All I’ve worked at is being the greatest in the game. The past, the present, the future. I don’t give a fuck, that’s what I’m working to and that’s what I’ll be. You hear me Mother fucker?” Jackson stands up and walks to the reporter, standing right in front of him as he sitting down.
“Write this in your little book of shit quotes to take back to the office. Action Mother fucking Jackson will be the best to play anywhere he plays. I’ve thought about moving to TE but as of now I’m staying WR. So this is a notice to the league and especially all you bum ass DBs, I’m going to be your worst nightmare. You will dread going against me and will be hurting after the game. I’m going to knock you on your ass on runs, stiff arm you after I catch it, celebrate and laugh when I score over your ass. So go ahead and take your pain pills, meditate. Whatever you do to get ready, double it because I’m coming for your ass and I won’t be stopped.”
Jackson grabs the guys arm and pulls him up. “ Now get the fuck out of my house with your little 5’8 ass and go write the God Damn story to let everyone know I’m pissed and ready to cause havoc.
*Jackson throws the reporter out the front door, imagine Jazzy Jeff being thrown out on fresh prince of bel-aire.*
Jackson shoots half a bottle of crown and laughs so loud and uncontrollably.
* The reporter runs for his life down the street*
*Sorry if the language offends anyone. I meant no disrespect to anyone. Just playing up to the character. I honestly mean nothing bad towards anyone. Oh and I love you dbs.*
“I want to thank you for coming and listening to what I got to say. This has been a long ass off season and a lot of things have changed around the league. You got new GMs, new HO. Hell new everything basically. Everyone is getting on these rookie hype trains and they aren’t stopping. You have guys like Owens and others that are guaranteed top two or three picks. I want to give props to those guys for working their ass off to get there, I do. But you know what?” Jackson sits back and chugs half a beer, laughing so hard he can’t stop. He stands up and throws the bottle across the room, shattering against a mirror across the room.
Yelling,” All these fuckers are putting me on the bottom like I don’t belong. Like I’m some fucking garbage that needs to be taken outside and left. All these “experts” that think I don’t belong can take a long walk off that short cliff out back” He points out his back of the living room, glass from floor to the 30ft ceiling. He walks over to the fridge,” Would you like a beer or a shot of whiskey?” The reporter says,”No thank you” his voice getting a little shaken. Not knowing how Jackson will continue this tirade or what will happen.
Jackson grabs a beer then pours a shot of whiskey.He shoots the shot then chugs the whole beer, tossing the bottle this time into the trash. “ All I’ve worked at is being the greatest in the game. The past, the present, the future. I don’t give a fuck, that’s what I’m working to and that’s what I’ll be. You hear me Mother fucker?” Jackson stands up and walks to the reporter, standing right in front of him as he sitting down.
“Write this in your little book of shit quotes to take back to the office. Action Mother fucking Jackson will be the best to play anywhere he plays. I’ve thought about moving to TE but as of now I’m staying WR. So this is a notice to the league and especially all you bum ass DBs, I’m going to be your worst nightmare. You will dread going against me and will be hurting after the game. I’m going to knock you on your ass on runs, stiff arm you after I catch it, celebrate and laugh when I score over your ass. So go ahead and take your pain pills, meditate. Whatever you do to get ready, double it because I’m coming for your ass and I won’t be stopped.”
Jackson grabs the guys arm and pulls him up. “ Now get the fuck out of my house with your little 5’8 ass and go write the God Damn story to let everyone know I’m pissed and ready to cause havoc.
*Jackson throws the reporter out the front door, imagine Jazzy Jeff being thrown out on fresh prince of bel-aire.*
Jackson shoots half a bottle of crown and laughs so loud and uncontrollably.
* The reporter runs for his life down the street*
*Sorry if the language offends anyone. I meant no disrespect to anyone. Just playing up to the character. I honestly mean nothing bad towards anyone. Oh and I love you dbs.*
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