(Fic)Boston Herald: Hello?
John Brightman: Hello, is this the person in charge of editoring?
Editor: Yes.
John Brightman: Hi. I'm John Brightman. I am calling you to terminate you. As of this moment you have no affiliations with me, John Brightman.
Editor: Why is that?
John Brightman: Trying to hold in me content for ridicule.
Editor: But listen Brightman I can..
John Brightman: AAh. Don't care what you have to say. Thats all. Thank you.
(And just like that the Boston Herdald Editor was fired.)
DSA: Can you do that?
John Brightman: Look at it this way, I just did.
DSA: Is that part of this?
John Brightman: No. DSA, if this were true and non-fic, you realize you are winning me over in respect?
DSA: Strange.
John Brightman: It is isn't it?
DSA: We don't know each other.
John Brightman: Yeah but you make me cry with the chance you give me and thats a good thing.
DSA: You are weird.
John Brightman: But I'm happy.
DSA: I don't care about the fight stuff.
John Brightman: Good. Me niether.
DSA: Tell me about the date or what you are thinking?
John Brightman: Okay. DSA, you see, is something like this, I am at church, next to a gymnassium, reading the bible and Marshal Mathers is talking to me and he is trying to get me to think as if fighting is legitimate.
DSA: I got the grit. I can understand.
John Brightman: At one...3...2..1.
(Church)
Marshal Mathers: John, listen to me, everybody is on your side. They are cheering for you. They believe you are going to win. You have it like the way The Undertaker had it when he became the World Champion and made his first entrance.
You must fight and take this dude out.
John Brightman: That is a cool walk isn't it? The slow walk, the believers of the night gang, Thats the way to go.....But thats orchestration. ..
I like it but, what that does, is, it motivates and encourages the UFC. And thats not my cup of tea. Thats not how I am and I can do well been away from it all. Thats not respect Marshal...Thats not respect.
Marshal Mathers: So you are just going to walk out on the chance you have?
John Brightman: Yes. I don't care that people say I'm stiff. I don't care that I look like a scrub. Look, I dress neat. I am handsome. And acting barberic will make me look awful as hell and thats not what its all about. I have fate Marshal.
Marshal Mathers: You don't look like that other guy!...You look like John Brightman! And there is only one John Brightman! You are a stud, you are handsome my brother! Believe me you are bro. Don't tell me that you don't want to become barberic. Is not barberic what you do...Trust me.
John Brightman: Hehe...Marshal. Bro. ..Your my friend. I think you are clever. Understand me as to why I say no.
Marshal Mathers: She will still love you.
John Brightman:..What was that?
Marshal Mathers: She will still love you. Because you are you and I know whats going on. And I think she already loves you.
John Brightman: Hehe..You make it sound good.
Marshal Mathers: I'm not lying. I am been honest. I wouldn't say it, if I didn't believe I were speaking the truth.
John Brightman: ...Well, thank you. Thats a cool thing to say. Thanks.
Marshal Mathers:...
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DSA: I have a feeling that Marshal might be right.
John Brightman: But DSA, I am right also. You know, you have to know what you look like at all times. And I think barbericness can ruin a persons image. The Undertaker, what he does, thats art. Thats different. Everybody thinks that entrance is cool. He knows how to do it. Only he can do it. Nobody else can. Anyone else who tries, will look awful.
DSA: Thats true.
