MVW: Reloaded. A place that dreams come true, and are shattered at the same instant in time. MVW: Reloaded is a battlefield of giants. On the RAW brand, we've the legend, Shawn Michaels, Scott Hall, on the Smackdown brand, Alfredo the Midget Donkey, and cream puff McRiley. Why the choice of sarcasm you ask? Because that might as well be all of the talent they've got, with the newest addition to the MVW Smackdown Roster, The Chosen One .. Yeah, he's back in town. Uncle JJ himself , Jeff Jarrett has just signed his contract with the MVW .. But, let's get a closer look, as to how the contract signing came about?
Time: 9:34, AM
Date: April 6th, 2003
Status: Off Camera
The scene opens in Memphis , Tennessee at a branch office of the mVw. All has been quiet through out the morning with out a trace of disturbance in the atmosphere. However, that's all about to change. The sun is brightly shining and the beautiful green tree leaves are gently blowing in the breeze , not a cloud in the sky. a '98 Chevy pick up pulls up to the branch of mVw, and out steps Jeff Jarrett. Jarrett's dressed in his usual lime green sleeveless button-down shirt and black jeans. He has his usual yellow sunglasses on , and his hair cut short with gell in it, much like his WCW days. To greet him at the door is that god damn penguin known as Paul E. Heyman.
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Jeff Jarrett! Oh my goodness gracious sir, it's so good to have you here with us! May I take your coat sir? May I get you a coke or anything? No coke's not good enough for you. Wine! No no, champaign!
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First I ain't wearin' a coat, second I don't give a crap about what kind of drinks you got, and third if you want me to sign that li' rinky dink contract of yours shut yer damn mouth and stop sweating the life out of that little 2 dollar jacket of yours fat boy.
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Fat... But... But Jeff! I'm not fat! I might be a little tubby around the waste but I'm certainly not fat! I'm just...
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Shut up yer fat now hold the damn door open for me before I go back out to my truck, grab a six string and bust it over yer god damn head fat boy!
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Y...Y...Yes, sir. Right this way, Mr. Jarrett , sir...
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Awww come on, why the long face fat boy? I mean longer than usual. It's usually long , not to mention uuuugly as hell but gee wiz it's droopier than a dang bassett hound right now! What's the matter with you? You aren't upset because I called you fat is it?
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W... Well in all honesty Mr. Jarrett, sir, yes, that is what's made me sad.. I take my weight condition very tenderly and I..
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You got a problem with bein' fat? Shut yer ass up and go drink a Slim Fast! Don't bitch to me about it! Now let's get this crapola over doe boy!
Heyman looks down, kind of sad and opens the door for Jarrett to walk in to. Jeff walks on in, and down the halls as Heyman leads the way. Heyman opens up the door, allowing Jeff to step in and the first thing Jarrett sees is Mr. Ric Flair sitting at the end of a looong glass table. Ric's wearing a navy blue short sheeved shirt, khaki pants and some brown Armani shoes. Flair looks at Jarrett and nods his approval.
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.....wOoOoOoOOooOoO! It's The Natcha Boy ... The Chosen One ... And that Evil Genius! ALL IN THE SAME ROOM! A force ... to be reckoned with ! WOOOO I love it brother! Love it! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOOOOoOOoOOOoOoo!
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Evil Genius? You talkin 'bout Twinkie Man over here? Awww for christ sakes can we just this god dang contract signin' over with!
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Whoa whoa brother, don't diss the Paulmeister. This man, this man he makes things HAPPEN brother! He makes the ladies go WOO and around him, I never feel blue!
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So what yer sayin' is that muffin man over there porks you in the ass so you never feel bad?
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WHAT!? OH GOD! HELL NO BROTHER! He keeps the cash .. a'FLOOOOOWIIIIN' brother! And THAT's why he's the genius he is!
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And exactly how does he keep the cash flowin', Ric? Does he get in his little UPS costume and strip it off till it's down to a little $5.00 wal-mart hot pink speedo for your old pervert ass or somethin', and then you put a 20 in it ? Is that what keeps the cash flowin' old man?
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NO NO! OH HELL NO BROTHER! You stop right there or Paulie WILL kick you OUT!
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Go for it. I didn't wanna be here in this shithole anyway, I can always go back to NWA-TNA. Bye bye boys. Oh and Heyman...
Heyman tries speaking but Jarrett cuts him off.
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I didn't say you could talk fat ass! Ah ta hell with all of yer asses I'm goin'!
Jarrett gets up and heads out of the door, but Flair and Heyman look at each other and quickly realize what they've done, and both of them run after him trying to get to him.
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JEFF! JEFF! Wait please, Ric just gets a little bit over-tempered! It's perfectly fine... Now PLEASE, come sign the contract sir.
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Shut up and eat a bag of Cheeto's Heyman. God knows you need more of 'em! We gotta bust our asses to make it to the top 10 on the Fat Club don't we pudgy!
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THAT IS IT! I WILL NOT tolerate AAAANYMORE of this out of you Mr. Jarrett! Either sign that contract right now, or LEAVE!
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Bye.
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