Post by The General Ly on Sept 20, 2006 6:42:24 GMT -5
We see General Ly in a dark gray suit and a blue dress shirt minus a tie. He's sitting at the counter of what seems to be some dive bar holding a glass of cognac. Camera comes closer as The General notices the camera.
The General: AH! You're here. Good, just in time to avoid the big rush of drinkers coming in from work. But back to the matter at hand though. Looks to me that there seems to be a lot of action happening in the TEWF. Matches getting interrupted by a fight that shouldn't have been going on after the bell. We also got this thug, Felix, talking smack about me, the champ. Pfft. Come on Felix. We both know you can only win when you are able to use that knife in the ring. But don't worry, I'm still training hard and I'll be ready for you with or without that knife of yours.
Don't worry TEWF fans. Like I told Sampson when I joined the TEWF, I'm just waiting for his order to give these maggots some PT until the fall back in line and stop with the disrespect they are showing to the TEWF.
The General pauses a moment. He looks down into his glass, raises the glass to his lips and takes a swig of cognac. He turns back to the camera.
The General: Ahhhh. That's some good stuff right there.
About my upcoming match with this wannabe gangsta rapper C-Money. Man....you think you're gangsta cause of your bling and your rapping? You think you do it big because of the ladies around you? You think you're down because you throw big parties? HA!
You want to talk gangsta? Imagine rolling up on the enemy with your entire squad armed up the ass with M-16s, 1911 handguns, grenades, armor, etc. Knowing that in a few minutes things are about to get thick for the enemy as you steamroll over them because of all the time you put into training.
You should hang out with me C-Money. I'll show you how to do it big. Hopefully you don't try to match me drink for drink because you'll probably end up worshiping the porcelain god, you know what I'm saying?
And come on man, I was throwing big parties years ago with my friends in college. Even back then, my buds knew what was up. They didn't call me The General for nothing, and that was before I went from college to the military. I use to rally the troops and throw like 10 kegger parties with mini bars placed around the party. Imagine what I can do now with all this money I got saved from the military, and my money from the TEWF. HAHAHA. That would be insane, I'll invite you when I take a break from training to throw a party!!!
I'm ready for anything C-Money. Thugs with knifes, computer jockeys with their keyboard, terrorists with their Avtomat Kalishnikovs, a fun filled night of drinking, and best of all....I'm ready to throw down in the ring. You fell me? You picking up what I'm putting down?
Haha. So let's put the women and children..... *pauses* Wait. Let me change it this time for C-Money.
Let's put the hoes and your posse to bed.......because C-money, you're gonna get a beat down you won't forget.
Camera cuts out as The General finishes his cognac and orders another.
The General: AH! You're here. Good, just in time to avoid the big rush of drinkers coming in from work. But back to the matter at hand though. Looks to me that there seems to be a lot of action happening in the TEWF. Matches getting interrupted by a fight that shouldn't have been going on after the bell. We also got this thug, Felix, talking smack about me, the champ. Pfft. Come on Felix. We both know you can only win when you are able to use that knife in the ring. But don't worry, I'm still training hard and I'll be ready for you with or without that knife of yours.
Don't worry TEWF fans. Like I told Sampson when I joined the TEWF, I'm just waiting for his order to give these maggots some PT until the fall back in line and stop with the disrespect they are showing to the TEWF.
The General pauses a moment. He looks down into his glass, raises the glass to his lips and takes a swig of cognac. He turns back to the camera.
The General: Ahhhh. That's some good stuff right there.
About my upcoming match with this wannabe gangsta rapper C-Money. Man....you think you're gangsta cause of your bling and your rapping? You think you do it big because of the ladies around you? You think you're down because you throw big parties? HA!
You want to talk gangsta? Imagine rolling up on the enemy with your entire squad armed up the ass with M-16s, 1911 handguns, grenades, armor, etc. Knowing that in a few minutes things are about to get thick for the enemy as you steamroll over them because of all the time you put into training.
You should hang out with me C-Money. I'll show you how to do it big. Hopefully you don't try to match me drink for drink because you'll probably end up worshiping the porcelain god, you know what I'm saying?
And come on man, I was throwing big parties years ago with my friends in college. Even back then, my buds knew what was up. They didn't call me The General for nothing, and that was before I went from college to the military. I use to rally the troops and throw like 10 kegger parties with mini bars placed around the party. Imagine what I can do now with all this money I got saved from the military, and my money from the TEWF. HAHAHA. That would be insane, I'll invite you when I take a break from training to throw a party!!!
I'm ready for anything C-Money. Thugs with knifes, computer jockeys with their keyboard, terrorists with their Avtomat Kalishnikovs, a fun filled night of drinking, and best of all....I'm ready to throw down in the ring. You fell me? You picking up what I'm putting down?
Haha. So let's put the women and children..... *pauses* Wait. Let me change it this time for C-Money.
Let's put the hoes and your posse to bed.......because C-money, you're gonna get a beat down you won't forget.
Camera cuts out as The General finishes his cognac and orders another.
