Cheated (Spoilaz, O2A)

[Jayceon Williams]

Goddamn... This bitch ass nyukka done got the one up on him. He didn't see how though. Fuggin' referee let that bastard get away with a little much. How many times did his ass toss the referee at him? Like three times? Yet, they didn't do shit? What the hell? That should have been a disqualification from the first one. And he lost because Ramirez decided to poke him in the eyes and hit him with a low blow. The referee do shit about that? Fuck no. What the hell? It seemed pretty suspicious to him. Paid off the referee? Referee out to get Remmy? Government conspiracy type shit? This didn't sit well with him but what can he do? The referee makes the final call and he doubt that sumbitch was gonna reverse the decision. Hell, he didn't disqualify Ramirez, why would he? It wasn't good at all. Remmy found himself backstage. His pelvis in pain from being hit in his family jewels. Who wouldn't be down from that? Unless you got no testicles or yer a woman. Something. Remmy didn't feel bad about losing though. He was cheated. It was plain and simple. Anyone who didn't see that is blind. Slowly walking through the halls, Remmy found himself at a table with water bottles scattered across it. He reached forward and grabbed one of them. He twisted the cap off and lifted the bottle above his head. Tipping it, he poured some water down on his head to cool him off. After pouring a good amount of water on his head, he lowered the bottle to his lips and took a quick sip from it.

"That fuggin' bastard... I swear... That was rigged..."

Shaking his head, he could hear footsteps coming up from behind. Remmy turned his attention to see...

[Kyle Nobbs]

"Hey man, you alright?"

Kyle Nobbs is walking up to Remmy, massaging his neck and pressing a cloth to his nose. One could debate about which was in worse condition, the guy that got decked in the nuts or the guy that got dropped on his neck and face... Probably the guy that got decked in the nuts. Kyle moves the cloth away from his nose to reveal a small trickle of blood, something the fans didn't get to see. He got a nosebleed after walking backstage.

Unlike Jin Remmy, Kyle DID feel bad about his loss. The last few times he was in a ring, he felt that he did alright. Hell, he even won a bit more than a few. But Fenix got the better of him. Kyle could barely touch Antonio Fenix, and wouldn't just let it pass, but thats a story for another day.

"You got hit pretty bad out there... And from the way you're walking, I'm guessing it still hurts pretty bad."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Huh? What?"

It didn't really register to him what this guy had said. He hadn't seen him before. Remmy was zoning for a moment. Still thinking about his match. But he shook it off. He managed to form a smirk on his face despite the pain he felt. He tried to play it off. Waving his hand a bit. He responded to him...

"Me? Hurt? Nah. Got balls of steel here. That shit ain't hurt. Heh.. heh..."

He lifted the bottle back up to his lips. Taking another sip. He noticed the dude looked pretty banged up. Remmy hadn't gotten the chance to see anyone else's match. He was busy getting ready for his own during the time before his own. Lowering the bottle from his mouth, he continued...

"Damn nigga... Look like someone got you pretty good though... Got you leaking out yer nose it looks..."

[Kyle Nobbs]

Kyle shrugs and chuckles.

"Oh, this? This is nothin'. I've had so much worse done to me. Hell, just last year I wrestled with cracked ribs and a case of amnesia, but I guess thats in the past. I have to admit I was a taken off guard by that Antonio Fenix though... I didn't expect him to be so quick. Or so cocky... The guy used The Revolver three times!"

Seeing the puzzled and somewhat concerned look on Remmy's face, Kyle explains with a grin. His nose appears to have stopped bleeding, and he therefore removes the cloth.

"My name's Kyle Nobbs. The Revolver is my finishing move, a back flip and a back suplex combo..."

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy raised an eyebrow. Damn. Homie sound like he done been through some shit in his life. Crazy. Ain't like he hadn't been through some shit, but still. Amnesia? Cracked ribs? Probably got into some crazy shit in his time.

"Cracked ribs and amnesia? Damn nigga. Sounds like you had it rough. I ain't ever wrestled like that before. I've fought niggas with cracked ribs before. But that's in the streets type shit. That's outside of the business. When personal problems turn physical and it takes a fist across a nigga jaw in order to solve the issue. But that's a whole different story. Much different than getting in the ring, if you know what I mean."

He paused for a moment to take a quick drink from the water bottle in his hand. Then he continued...

"So... I take that this Antonio Fenix dude... I take it that he was the one who won the match tonight? Right?"

[Kyle Nobbs]

"Oh yeah. Yeah, he kinda destroyed me. After awhile, I was hoping I could get a quick pin, you know, catch him by surprise... But he's good. He's quite good. I should have expected more I guess, but his little loudmouthed translator skewed my expectations a bit."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Damn. Underestimation can be a bitch, I suppose. Guess better luck next time? Right? Hopefully you get to get another shot at him sometime and this time, catch that win you deserve. Well, I'ma head out. See you around Kyle Nobbs. If ya ever wanna look a nigga up, ya ain't gotta look far. Just search for the name Jin Remmy and I ain't too hard to find. Nice meeting you. Holla!"

Remmy gave Kyle a wave. Then proceeded to head off down the hall. Exodus was done for him tonight. Time to start plotting his revenge on that bastard Anthony Ramirez.