Post by Osh Vaughan on Nov 14, 2022 20:26:47 GMT
The scene cuts to what appears to be television footage of Jonny C, running around a suburban property, throwing eggs at a house revealed to be that of Fred Debonair, as he belly laughs into himself. The scene then shows Jonny handing a bunch of kids money and joining them in TP’ing Fred’s house and yard as well as using shaving foam and eggs again. The scene ends with Jonny relieving himself on Fred’s porch, before jumping into a van and leaving.
The image pauses and we pan back to see this is all being watched on an 85” 4K Television hanging from the wall in a lounge somewhere and the viewer is Fred Debonair. He’s sitting back on a large black fabric, Kingston Corner Range sofa, dressed in a pair of denim jeans, black button up shirt and no shoes on his feet, which are up on a glass coffee table in just a pair of socks. He kicks his feet down, sitting forward and shakes his head in disappointment.
Fred: “Jonny, Jonny, Jonny… What was all that, man? Thank you very much. It took me almost half-hour to figure out which one of my houses that was, but the shrubbery one of those kids drove through on his BMX gave me the clue I needed and I was thankfully able to get a cleaning crew out there to get the place sorted before the estate agent came over for the open house next week! And you know what’s sad? I’m not even pissed off at you. I’m just severely disappointed, I mean let’s get it right, how on Earth could I be pissed at you Jonny? This is absolutely something Fred Debonair would have done himself… Twenty odd years ago!
We are grown men, Jonny… Grown ass men! We’re also fathers, albeit neither of our track records with our offspring exactly put us in good standing for Dad of the year but that’s besides the point… You are a former holder of the IIW World Title, do you really think what you did was befitting of a Champ? Befitting of somebody who wants to be the new UK Title holder, Jonny? Well I’ll tell you, I don’t! And I know a couple of others who feel the same way I do.”
The scene pans back even further and standing beside Fred’s couch, are two Police officers. Fred writes something down on a piece of paper, stands up handing it to one of the officers and shakes both their hands.
Fred Debonair: “Thank you very much, officers. I will be awaiting your call to update me on the situation…”
Fred watches as they walk out of his lounge and listens as his front door closes. He turns back toward the camera, wagging his finger toward the Police officers.
Fred Debonair: “Those upstanding Officers of this local community are always doing their best to protect and serve and right now as we speak Jonny, they’re on their way to liaise with YOUR local P.D. And then, they’ll be over to pay you a visit. I mean what did you really expect to happen, J.C? Fight me in the ring, we know the score… Even jumping me backstage I can roll with that… But this? Egging and Tee-Peeing my house?! Pissing under my veranda?! All of this is destruction of property man! And then there’s the solicitation of minors?! What in the world were you thinking, hoss? And recording it all too?!
If you were attempting to get some kind of reaction out of me, leading up to Explosion Jonny, then I’m afraid you failed in the one you wanted. I could have stolen your car and driven it off a bridge… I could have gone and visited your Doctor, obtained records of your most recent STI test and falsified it whilst making sure it got posted everywhere you Tinder dated… But I’m not a child, Jonny and this is the only reaction you’re going to get.
For I AM THE Kingdom.
The power and the glory.”
Fred clicks his finger and points at the camera like a gun, winking before it goes dark and transitions back to the arena as the crowd boo in reaction.
Mike Fisher: “Well then, not what or how I expected Fred Debonair to respond, Scott.”
Scott James: “No, absolutely not… Maybe he’s just really high?”
The image pauses and we pan back to see this is all being watched on an 85” 4K Television hanging from the wall in a lounge somewhere and the viewer is Fred Debonair. He’s sitting back on a large black fabric, Kingston Corner Range sofa, dressed in a pair of denim jeans, black button up shirt and no shoes on his feet, which are up on a glass coffee table in just a pair of socks. He kicks his feet down, sitting forward and shakes his head in disappointment.
Fred: “Jonny, Jonny, Jonny… What was all that, man? Thank you very much. It took me almost half-hour to figure out which one of my houses that was, but the shrubbery one of those kids drove through on his BMX gave me the clue I needed and I was thankfully able to get a cleaning crew out there to get the place sorted before the estate agent came over for the open house next week! And you know what’s sad? I’m not even pissed off at you. I’m just severely disappointed, I mean let’s get it right, how on Earth could I be pissed at you Jonny? This is absolutely something Fred Debonair would have done himself… Twenty odd years ago!
We are grown men, Jonny… Grown ass men! We’re also fathers, albeit neither of our track records with our offspring exactly put us in good standing for Dad of the year but that’s besides the point… You are a former holder of the IIW World Title, do you really think what you did was befitting of a Champ? Befitting of somebody who wants to be the new UK Title holder, Jonny? Well I’ll tell you, I don’t! And I know a couple of others who feel the same way I do.”
The scene pans back even further and standing beside Fred’s couch, are two Police officers. Fred writes something down on a piece of paper, stands up handing it to one of the officers and shakes both their hands.
Fred Debonair: “Thank you very much, officers. I will be awaiting your call to update me on the situation…”
Fred watches as they walk out of his lounge and listens as his front door closes. He turns back toward the camera, wagging his finger toward the Police officers.
Fred Debonair: “Those upstanding Officers of this local community are always doing their best to protect and serve and right now as we speak Jonny, they’re on their way to liaise with YOUR local P.D. And then, they’ll be over to pay you a visit. I mean what did you really expect to happen, J.C? Fight me in the ring, we know the score… Even jumping me backstage I can roll with that… But this? Egging and Tee-Peeing my house?! Pissing under my veranda?! All of this is destruction of property man! And then there’s the solicitation of minors?! What in the world were you thinking, hoss? And recording it all too?!
If you were attempting to get some kind of reaction out of me, leading up to Explosion Jonny, then I’m afraid you failed in the one you wanted. I could have stolen your car and driven it off a bridge… I could have gone and visited your Doctor, obtained records of your most recent STI test and falsified it whilst making sure it got posted everywhere you Tinder dated… But I’m not a child, Jonny and this is the only reaction you’re going to get.
For I AM THE Kingdom.
The power and the glory.”
Fred clicks his finger and points at the camera like a gun, winking before it goes dark and transitions back to the arena as the crowd boo in reaction.
Mike Fisher: “Well then, not what or how I expected Fred Debonair to respond, Scott.”
Scott James: “No, absolutely not… Maybe he’s just really high?”