Post by JaMarcus Haze on Oct 19, 2011 18:03:30 GMT -4
JaMarcus Haze is seen shirtless with red, green and yellow training shorts on in a gym in Brooklyn. You can clearly see his tattoos on his arms and chest, one saying "Jamaica, Born and raised" on his left arm and on his stomach, "Jamaican Blood" is written. His dreads are tied back behind a black bandana. Leon is right by his side cheering him on and playing as his trainer. Haze is punching the punching bag rapidly as sweat pours down his face. He is training hard for his first PPV match in APW. He seems to really want this title shot, but with more and more contestants entering this battle royal, his chances get slimmer.
JaMarcus and Leon start talking to each other. Leon says, "JaMarcus, you're doing well - but don't get over-prepared. Your match is not too far away and I would hate to see you lose my man."
JaMarcus looks very disappointed after hearing what Leon had just said. "Don't make me mad, Leon. You know I won't lose, and you can never be over-prepared. I am working out to keep my strength, not to win. I have this match won already. Once they step in the ring with me they will know who is boss. They will back down and they will not take chances messing with me. I am gonna give them some advice: step out of the ring and eliminate yourselves, friends, because it's not gonna be a good feeling being thrown out by the "Jamaican Gangster."
Leon shakes his head. "JaMarcus man, you're too cocky. You can't under estimate these guys."
JaMarcus stops hitting the bags and steps over to Leon, he then takes hold of his neck and slams him up against the wall. "Leon, you shutup. You hear? I got this under control. All these guys are is some white trash jokes who call them selves wrestlers. They dont stand a chance against a king.
Finally after watching him train, a man comes up with a mic interrupting the dispute between Leon and JaMarcus. "Hello JaMarcus and Leon, I have some questions for you guys.
JaMarcus looks over and wipes the sweat off of his face, and unstraps his gloves. "We are good, what is it that you want?
The camera man looks down into a small notebook and says "What do you think your chances of winning the One Night In Hell pay-per-view?"
Haze looks at the man interviewing him. "My chances of winning? Well lets just say everybody else in that match has a 0% percent chance of winning. So go ahead and figure out my chances, friend."
Leon looks over at JaMarcus and laughs. The man interviewing Haze plays along and nervously laughs with them. He then says "Next question." He looks in his small notebook again then says "Who is your biggest challenge in this battle royal?"
JaMarcus answer immediately. "Challenge? What is a challenge to you? These guys are no challenge. These guys are softer then a babies bottom. I will chew them up like bubble gum, and then I will spit them out when I am done."
The camera man goes on to the next question. "What made you join APW?"
JaMarcus looks suprised after hearing that question. "I joined APW to put gold around my waste and to prove to the cowards who don't believe in me, that I am the real deal. I came here to make APW right. This place needs a real wrestler. A real man to carry the gold on his shoulders. And to carry APW on his shoulders."
The camera man looks in his notebook one last time, but is quickly cut off by Haze. "If you got any more questions, mon," he says, "read the book." He motions to Leon, who tosses the camera man a book. It's of JaMarcus Haze's recently-written biography. The camera zooms in on the cover of the book. Haze walks outside and digs in his pocket before pulling out a wrapped cigar. After unwrapping it he pulls out a lighter and takes a puff.
JaMarcus and Leon start talking to each other. Leon says, "JaMarcus, you're doing well - but don't get over-prepared. Your match is not too far away and I would hate to see you lose my man."
JaMarcus looks very disappointed after hearing what Leon had just said. "Don't make me mad, Leon. You know I won't lose, and you can never be over-prepared. I am working out to keep my strength, not to win. I have this match won already. Once they step in the ring with me they will know who is boss. They will back down and they will not take chances messing with me. I am gonna give them some advice: step out of the ring and eliminate yourselves, friends, because it's not gonna be a good feeling being thrown out by the "Jamaican Gangster."
Leon shakes his head. "JaMarcus man, you're too cocky. You can't under estimate these guys."
JaMarcus stops hitting the bags and steps over to Leon, he then takes hold of his neck and slams him up against the wall. "Leon, you shutup. You hear? I got this under control. All these guys are is some white trash jokes who call them selves wrestlers. They dont stand a chance against a king.
Finally after watching him train, a man comes up with a mic interrupting the dispute between Leon and JaMarcus. "Hello JaMarcus and Leon, I have some questions for you guys.
JaMarcus looks over and wipes the sweat off of his face, and unstraps his gloves. "We are good, what is it that you want?
The camera man looks down into a small notebook and says "What do you think your chances of winning the One Night In Hell pay-per-view?"
Haze looks at the man interviewing him. "My chances of winning? Well lets just say everybody else in that match has a 0% percent chance of winning. So go ahead and figure out my chances, friend."
Leon looks over at JaMarcus and laughs. The man interviewing Haze plays along and nervously laughs with them. He then says "Next question." He looks in his small notebook again then says "Who is your biggest challenge in this battle royal?"
JaMarcus answer immediately. "Challenge? What is a challenge to you? These guys are no challenge. These guys are softer then a babies bottom. I will chew them up like bubble gum, and then I will spit them out when I am done."
The camera man goes on to the next question. "What made you join APW?"
JaMarcus looks suprised after hearing that question. "I joined APW to put gold around my waste and to prove to the cowards who don't believe in me, that I am the real deal. I came here to make APW right. This place needs a real wrestler. A real man to carry the gold on his shoulders. And to carry APW on his shoulders."
The camera man looks in his notebook one last time, but is quickly cut off by Haze. "If you got any more questions, mon," he says, "read the book." He motions to Leon, who tosses the camera man a book. It's of JaMarcus Haze's recently-written biography. The camera zooms in on the cover of the book. Haze walks outside and digs in his pocket before pulling out a wrapped cigar. After unwrapping it he pulls out a lighter and takes a puff.
