I wanna Lock UP (02a)

[mg]

In the middle of the show the camera goes ringside behind the barricade and shows MG sitting down with a bunch of people wearing red suits. He's wearing only casual clothes and he sticks his middle finger up at the camera. The camera guy gets up, MG sits down and trys to watch the next match but the camera gets in face again. MG punches the camera and it cuts off. Another camera keeps the show alive and the commentary team chat about MG presents. MG all of a sudden pulls a microphone.

I've been watching the shows and I like it. I would fight on both but I gotta pick one and it's.................






Lock UP. Now you low lifes can get some REAL entertainment. The OWG, MG. I want some competetion, come on low life ref get a sorry "wrestler'' out here I wanna fight.

[Jayceon Williams]

...And who comes to answer this fake ass wanksta's challenge? That nyukka... Your homie and mine.... Jin mothafuggin' Remmy is in the house bitches! The airwaves are invaded by the sound of Smash Sumthin' by Redman. Remmy comes walking out on stage. Laughing his ass off. Goddamn. Everytime this cat speaks, it's a damn knee slapper. I tell ya. Shaking his head. This fool was a disappoint to hood nyukkas everywhere. He comes walking down the ramp. Just laughing as he stares in this fool's direction. Spotting his little spot of red in the crowd. Shouldn't pretend to be what you're not boys and girls. You will get burned. Remmy jumps up. Climbing right up onto the apron. He reaches behind himself. Grabbing the microphone sticking out of his back pocket. Climbing into the ring, he motions his free hand for his music to be cut off. He wasn't going to waste no time with the dancing and whatnot. He was too busy just laughing at this piss poor excuse for a gangsta. Goddamn. He's seen some bad ones before. But this dude just plain takes the cake. Once his music was cut, Remmy just looks at MG in the audience. Raising an eyebrow. He just shook his head. Bursting out into laughter again just at the sight of this dude. Lifting the microphone up to his lips, you can hear Remmy laughing...

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!......... HA!... Damn man. Goddamn. Who the hell let you through the doors? I mean, I know Candice and Amanda done made some bad decisions in the past with who they let in this business but... Shit... They let you on here too? I thought you was just some punk who was looking for a fight. But now I can see you just some punk who stepped into the wrong business. So let's see... Your fake gangsta ass with all your little buddies are out here and are looking for a fight...? A sorry ass wrestler is what you want? Well, then take your ass to MayheM if you want sorry ass people. You on LockUp! nyukka. And you're looking at the nyukka who's going to send that ass packing to whatever suburb you came from and make that ass stop posing like some kind of audition to get into P-Unit. You want a fight? You got one wanksta."

[mg]

MG stands up

What makes you think I'm from the suburbs,your pissing me off with your toughts. I mean come on, I was born in Newark,NJ. Raised in East Orange, NJ. Then continued to live in Newark until I started wrestling so I comes from the hood. *How many times do MG have to go threw this*

MG adjust himself

Now if you want to know how I got here. I got here because you fans practical begged me on myspace and facebook to whip that ass. I said yeah ok, but only if I get paid enough money. GCW gives me good money and now your my prime target...

MG takes off his shirt.

and I wanna shoot it down right now!

MG hops over the barricade and rolls in the ring to step in Jins face.

[Jayceon Williams]

"Ugh... Stay five feet away nyukka. Breath smells like straight ass cheeks and vomit ."

Remmy takes a few steps back as MG tried to step in his face. Making a disgusted look on his face as he covered his nose and mouth. Trying not to breath in the horrible stench of bullshit that flowed from MG's mouth. Now being at a distance from him in the ring. He lowered his hand and lifted the microphone.

"So... Let me get this straight now... You think you're tough... Because of where you grew up? Is that right now? Wow. Just wow. I don't know how many times I've heard that before. Ya know... Just because yer raised in the hood... Don't mean diddly squat. You could be raised in Brooklyn and still be a goddamn pussy. Don't bring that "I was raised in the hood! So I'm the shit bitches!" in this place. It don't mean nothing. And from the looks of you nyukka... You look... Like a goddamn pussy."

Pausing for a moment. The cheers flooded the air. The fans wanted Remmy to put this fake poser in his place.

"And I don't who was begging you to come out here to GCW. Must be your little buddies you roll with. Cause I know damn well these fans here tonight didn't ask for a piss poor excuse of a gangsta to come out here to GCW. Am I right folks?"

Remmy lifted the microphone above his head. Increase the volume. The fans agreed. When did they say they wanted this loser here? Lowering the microphone down. He continued...

"Oh... And if you're wanting to shoot me down... Well then... If you're feeling froggy... Then leap bitch ass nyukka...."

[mg]

MG steps back and tries to smell his breath. He notices the the smell and immedatly put two pieces of winter fresh gum. MG looks embarrashed and feels his perfect abs. MG starts to cock his fist about to hit him but a bunch of refs run in the ring.

Ref:Mr. Remmy he has anger problems I don't think that was a good idea.

I was apart of the first blood gang in NJ called Double II. I don't need to explain how gangsta I'm, I'll show you in our first match lil' maaaan! You better get ready for your match because it might be your last. Live by my rules, die by my rules!

MG push the mic in the ref stomach and rolls out the ring. He hops over the barricade and walks threw the crowd into a basement with the rest of his pose'.