Post by P.K. Jacob-Sterling on Sept 11, 2010 22:51:59 GMT -5
No, again there isn’t anything wrong with your T.V. no the government isn’t trying to take over your mind with some type of mind control device. This is indeed real, as real as it gets. The black screen slowly reveals a chair. More like a sofa, whatever, the point is someone would be sitting there, ready to discuss an issue that’s been on his mind. Suddenly those familiar footsteps are heard again, and as soon enough P.K. was seen in a hoodie with it’s sleeves rolled up and unzipped, revealing a gray tee shirt and donning blue denim jeans along with a part of K-Swiss that matched his hoodie.
He sat down with his nonchalant attitude, and his carefree eyes. He leaned forward as he rubbed at his head slightly. One of these days these guys would learn not to underestimate him. Why? Because if they did they’d end up like the rest of the crazy people who thought they stood a chance against P.K. Now P.K. was all for heart, but when he knew he outclassed someone, he knew he won already.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: Now before I get into my opponent, I have to discuss something with you: I hate reality T.V. yes I hate everything about it, it’s something about girls with spray on tans and fake C cups that make me wanna choke a puppy. Now reality T.V. is a form of trying to persuade people there just like us, the normal people. Now this is a load of bullshit because normal people don’t start random fights about who left the toilet seat down, or who fucked who’s boyfriend/close friend/the guy they just met at the bar.
P.K. shows a picture of a random bunch of people obviously drunk and kissing on each other. P.K. sighs and blinks twice before pointing at the screen behind him.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: NOW, that isn’t reality, the reality is that people try too hard to stick out. We try to be what the people want, but honestly...it’s a hassle. Now, I’m all for entertainment, but when you start to put shit like this on air, it makes those people look like a bunch of douchecakes. I know, it seems kind of harsh, but let’s be real, would you want to be taped doing everything, I mean takin’ a piss, having sex, skinny dipping, blazin’ a joi-- THE POINT IS...T.V. like this isn’t worth the fame. WHICH brings me to my Nathan Neale, now Nate he wanted to be the buzzkill ya know. He wanted to ruin my little gloating session because no one wanted to pay attention to him.
P.K. hated when people interrupted him, it was like seeing someone double dip in a bowl of sour cream and onion dip. That’s was P.K.’s mentality, Nathan was that guy. Mr. Reality T.V. wanted to take up P.K.’s time and for THAT he would get his ass handed to him.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: Now, Nathan’s the realty T.V. guy he’s the one who’s...you know always surrounded around cameras, he loves the spotlight; but when that spotlight belongs to me...then we have a problem. Nathan when you interrupted me last week, you interrupted MY time to tell the fans how awesomeness I am. Yes NATHAN, I’m awesomeness, one step ahead of you buddy. Nathan, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but I know what I like, and that’s MY TIME! You took MY TIME and replaced with YOUR TIME. Those two don’t add up, and I know you know this.
P.K. leans back in the chair and flashes to a picture of Nathan. Gah, look at his face, P.K. closed his eyes gathering his thoughts before opening them again and looking at the lens.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: I’ll be real with ya bro, you’re not least what I thought you would be. I mean, I understand, you want to be that challenge, you want to be that guy who’ll put the “rookie” in his place. That’s what they do in a business like this, they want to smack respect into the new guys. WELL NATE, you’re not going to do that, wanna know why?
He leans in close, the camera zooms in. His eyes begin to show a seriousness, those lazy eyes were lit up with a fire.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: Because you don’t have the skills like mine, you don’t have the personality like mine, and you sure as FUCK don’t have my credentials! Which means you will never be on my level...never in your life. You can have your reality show, I’ll take wrestling. You can have horny co-eds scream over you, I’ll have that and a few cougars with some nice tits. Nathan, come Sunday, your ass is gonna be plastered on the canvas. I’m going to make sure I keep you on your toes. You...are not...going...to outwrestle me.
P.K. brushes his hand through his hair. Nathan fucked up when he decided to take P.K.’s limelight. This is what happens, and he found out the hard way.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: We’re going to see if you can back up that shit talk you did last show. If you can’t not only do I go undefeated, I move on to better things. And you? You’ll be on MTV2 promoting your reality show...and then? Then I’ll be big time, and you...you’ll be nothing. P.K. out...
He leans in his chair and the room fades off. And your T.V. is back to normal, now go on ya rascal that hentai isn’t going to watch itself. *wink wink*
End
He sat down with his nonchalant attitude, and his carefree eyes. He leaned forward as he rubbed at his head slightly. One of these days these guys would learn not to underestimate him. Why? Because if they did they’d end up like the rest of the crazy people who thought they stood a chance against P.K. Now P.K. was all for heart, but when he knew he outclassed someone, he knew he won already.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: Now before I get into my opponent, I have to discuss something with you: I hate reality T.V. yes I hate everything about it, it’s something about girls with spray on tans and fake C cups that make me wanna choke a puppy. Now reality T.V. is a form of trying to persuade people there just like us, the normal people. Now this is a load of bullshit because normal people don’t start random fights about who left the toilet seat down, or who fucked who’s boyfriend/close friend/the guy they just met at the bar.
P.K. shows a picture of a random bunch of people obviously drunk and kissing on each other. P.K. sighs and blinks twice before pointing at the screen behind him.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: NOW, that isn’t reality, the reality is that people try too hard to stick out. We try to be what the people want, but honestly...it’s a hassle. Now, I’m all for entertainment, but when you start to put shit like this on air, it makes those people look like a bunch of douchecakes. I know, it seems kind of harsh, but let’s be real, would you want to be taped doing everything, I mean takin’ a piss, having sex, skinny dipping, blazin’ a joi-- THE POINT IS...T.V. like this isn’t worth the fame. WHICH brings me to my Nathan Neale, now Nate he wanted to be the buzzkill ya know. He wanted to ruin my little gloating session because no one wanted to pay attention to him.
P.K. hated when people interrupted him, it was like seeing someone double dip in a bowl of sour cream and onion dip. That’s was P.K.’s mentality, Nathan was that guy. Mr. Reality T.V. wanted to take up P.K.’s time and for THAT he would get his ass handed to him.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: Now, Nathan’s the realty T.V. guy he’s the one who’s...you know always surrounded around cameras, he loves the spotlight; but when that spotlight belongs to me...then we have a problem. Nathan when you interrupted me last week, you interrupted MY time to tell the fans how awesomeness I am. Yes NATHAN, I’m awesomeness, one step ahead of you buddy. Nathan, I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but I know what I like, and that’s MY TIME! You took MY TIME and replaced with YOUR TIME. Those two don’t add up, and I know you know this.
P.K. leans back in the chair and flashes to a picture of Nathan. Gah, look at his face, P.K. closed his eyes gathering his thoughts before opening them again and looking at the lens.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: I’ll be real with ya bro, you’re not least what I thought you would be. I mean, I understand, you want to be that challenge, you want to be that guy who’ll put the “rookie” in his place. That’s what they do in a business like this, they want to smack respect into the new guys. WELL NATE, you’re not going to do that, wanna know why?
He leans in close, the camera zooms in. His eyes begin to show a seriousness, those lazy eyes were lit up with a fire.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: Because you don’t have the skills like mine, you don’t have the personality like mine, and you sure as FUCK don’t have my credentials! Which means you will never be on my level...never in your life. You can have your reality show, I’ll take wrestling. You can have horny co-eds scream over you, I’ll have that and a few cougars with some nice tits. Nathan, come Sunday, your ass is gonna be plastered on the canvas. I’m going to make sure I keep you on your toes. You...are not...going...to outwrestle me.
P.K. brushes his hand through his hair. Nathan fucked up when he decided to take P.K.’s limelight. This is what happens, and he found out the hard way.
P.K. Jacob Sterling: We’re going to see if you can back up that shit talk you did last show. If you can’t not only do I go undefeated, I move on to better things. And you? You’ll be on MTV2 promoting your reality show...and then? Then I’ll be big time, and you...you’ll be nothing. P.K. out...
He leans in his chair and the room fades off. And your T.V. is back to normal, now go on ya rascal that hentai isn’t going to watch itself. *wink wink*
End
