How About A Group Dance(o2a course)

[Scott Manor]

Crack Addict plays over the PA system as Maniac makes his way out onto the stage. He stops in the middle of the stage, looking at the screaming fans after lowering his sunglasses a bit. Some support him and some don't, it doesn't matter. It just feels good to be back in front of a crowd. He puts his sunglasses back in their proper position and raises his arm letting the sparks fall like a curtain behind him. Finally, he makes his way down to the ring, and wastes no time getting into it and grabbing a mic.

Yes it is me. I may have changed my look, but other than that I've haven't changed one damn bit since the last time I was here in Atlanta. I mean it when I say it feels great to be back where it all started. I can remember all the firsts of my career I accomplished here in this city.

Maniac takes his sunglasses off as he continues.

But that was the past and this is the present. And even though I'm still willing to mouth off to even the best GCW has to offer, it's time to start over. So since everyone knows me, knows I'm not into long ass introductions which are always boring as hell, how about we get some people out here so we can have ourselves a friendly dance and I can get some idea of what GCW has to offer. So I don't care, if you've got no talent or all the talent in the world. Just get your ass out here, and please for the love of god. Don't bore me. I really hate it when people have to be nothing special.

Maniac lowers the mic and waits to see if someone will actually come out. Surely someone will come out though. I mean he's Maniac. Surely someone here has to be bored and not doing anything special at the moment. right?

[fmf]

just then Too Hot To Stop hits the pa. The fans that recognize the theme song erupt while the fans who aren't sure stand to see who will be making their way out. Fro then comes into sight as he dances down the rampway with a mic in hand. He then hops in the ring and walks up to Maniac.

I won't make this long. I'll face you at Mind Games, but don't think of me as a push over. Because I will put up one hell of a fight, and if I do lose I'll go down swingin.

Fro waits for a response

[Scott Manor]

Maniac looks around at the crowd and then at the man in the ring.

I know I said I hated long drawn out introductions but damn, that was just pathetic. And seriously, what's with this look? I swear, people around here are nothing but freaks. And not the good kind. I don't mean to brag but what the hell was GCW without me. I don't see how they could be successful with people like this and that Cerberus, Cyrus whatever the hell his name is around here.

[mg]

Manic and Fro, just chill for a moment as I come threw this piece.

MG gets up from his seat front row with his homies in attendance. He hops over the barricade and rolls in the ring.

Look it 1976, I got your number already I can see it in your disco leather pants wear ass I got your number. But Manic I think we can have a good match together show these idiots how it’s popping in the G…C….W. Fro you can jump in this two because I’m feeling a little froggy for a Extreme Rules match. I feel like showing my former gangsta ways by sticking a barbwire 2x4 up yo ass pimp’n. Ya’ll two feeling froggy as well!

[asylum]

Ah did I hear my name being called?

A voice was heard over the PA and not long after Cerberus had appeared on stage. But was it really Cerberus or is Cyrus calling the shots again? A sick smile forms under his mask as he brought the mic in his hand to his mouth.

So we meet again Maniac?

The smile still on his face as he noticed the other two men that were present in the ring with Maniac.

I see that you made to friends here tonight. And I think if I heard right that on of them said something about a Extreme Rules match. That sounds like it would be fun. And for those who haven't been keeping up I'm Cyrus. You know, one of the two names mentioned by Maniac before that thug wannabe came out of the crowd.

Cyrus lowered the microphone and waited for someone to reply.

[Scott Manor]

Maniac hangs his head a bit and lets out a sigh. Is it too much to ask for people to get his name right.

First off. My name is Maniac not Manic. Is it really too much to ask for you to even be able to pronounce something easy like that? I'll be sure to send you a copy of hooked on phonics when I can get one though, "bro". But froggy? What the hell is froggy? Who the hell says froggy? I mean honestly, is it too much to ask for people to speak english around here?

Maniac throws up his hands for a bit before continuing, while rubbing his right temple.

I don't care what kind of match. Just please, please don't butcher the english language anymore. That's all I ask. I hope that isn't too much to ask.

[mg]

Wow when the SWAT team come here. Man-ic, I can call you Maniac or Manic if I want. If ya want me to stop then shut it *Points at his mouth*.

MG turns around

Who ya looking at sons.

[Scott Manor]

Maniac goes to a turnbuckle and sits down by it. He props his arms on his knees so the mic is by his mouth.

There's no sense of sanity in this place. You've got the dude with the fro who can't seem to talk much. You've got this guy who thinks he's "hardcore" and feels the need to butcher the english language just because he can't afford hooked on phonics. Then you have Cerberus or whatever the hell his name is, coming out here being all sorts of fucked up. The whole world has gone insane. I don't know how much longer I can last. I'm the last human just like Will Smith in that one movie. Uhm, I Am Legend or some shit like that. Only this time there's no cure and I'm sure to join the list of the insane at this rate.

The crowd laughs a bit. Maniac wasn't taking this seriously at all. He was actually pretty bored with the people out right now. He was just having some fun now.

[mg]

Man, lets just have the gotdamn match. 4 frickin way Extreme Match. I'm down are you three down?

[asylum]

Cyrus jumped at the chance to speak next.

I'm sure as Hell game for an Extreme Rules match between the four of us.

He lowered his mic.

[Scott Manor]

Maniac springs up from his feet.

Let's get extreme with this shit. Ahhhhhhhh!

Maniac stops suddenly as the crowd laughs.

Ah who am I kidding? So far you guys are a total bore. I might have to drop out at the last minute because you guys aren't even mildly entertaining.

[fmf]

By this time Fro is leaning in the corner just watching everyone argue and pitch ideas. Fro then stands up straight and raises the mic.

Well, well, well, look like we got ourselves ONE FUNKY SHINDIG!

The fans begin cheering for Fro to dance.

Play my music, chump!

A disco ball video begins to play on the titantron as Fro dances and a flower pattern of lights hits the ring. After afew moments the lights go back to normal and the music stops.

OH YEAH!!! Dat got me PUMP'd, so let's do dis extreme rules match. Hell brothas I only need one weapon, and dats my FRO!

The fans begin to chant "FRO...FRO...FRO!"

[Scott Manor]

OMG!!!

Maniac looks around.

Did I just say OMG? You guys are really driving me out of my mind. Seriously, this place defies the laws of physics. You've got what's his face up there being I don't know. Maybe JFK? You've got MG here who thinks he's king shit and I don't even think he's been assigned to a show yet. Then you have "it".

Maniac points towards Funkmaster as he continues.

I sooooooooooooooooooo need a drink right now.

Maniac rubs his temple some more.

Yea I'm in whatever. Let's just bring this back down to earth, stop butching the english language and all that. That's all I ask. It's not much at all.

[Jayceon Williams]

...Before another word could be uttered from another person... That nyukka decides to get himself involved... You know who I'm talking about... If you don't know... Nyukkas better wake the hell up and smell the damn roses. No music needed. He just made his presence known through the microphone in his hand. You could hear that familiar voice coming from out of nowhere saying...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.... Whoa...."

Here'ssssssssssssssssssss REMMY!

"Hold up. Wait a minute. Let me put some pimpin' in it."

He comes walking out on stage. With microphone in hand. Smirk on his face. Just laughing to himself after what he's been seeing here.

"Aha! That's right. Let me get in on this nyukkas."

He stops on the stage. This is where he's staying. He looks around at the people around him. His attention turning straight to this afro headed nyukka. Raising an eyebrow. The fu...?

"Alright. First... All I gotta say is... Damn... Is it me...? Or does Maniac here just have some kind of magnetic pull on the unoriginality of this company so far...? We got a nyukka over here... Straight up biting MY dance moves. The original nyukka who came out dancing on you fools. And it seems to have spawned bitches left and right trying to crank that Jin Remmy. I appreciate the effort nyukka. But no. Please. Just stop while yer ahead. You can't dance nyukka. You seen me killing those dance moves but nah. You done fucked it up. You broke it. Just stop. And then the same nyukka is biting the hell outta the original afro man in this business. Goddamn. If I haven't seen some swagger jacking nyukkas in my time but shit... You one of the biggest fuggin' imitators EVAR... Just stop man. Stop. What's next? Really now... You going to come out here next week with a split personality or some shit? Get real. Stop copying people. Shit. I ain't calling you Funkmaster Fro. Fugg' that. Your new name is Mr. Gimmick Infringement. The end."

Next... The wanksta. He turns his attention over to MG now. This lame fuck....

"And you... Goddamn... Still acting like you hard even though you got that ass tossed up on LockUp!.... Why you still here? Do I need to kick that damn head of yers off for you to get the message? Stay fuggin' posing. Stay stuntin' like you some kind of O.G. Seriously... You ain't shit. Yer mamma ain't shit. Yer pappy ain't shit. Yer kids won't be shit. You ain't shit. You ain't ever gonna be shit. Just stop. Seriously... Nyukkas need to develop their own shit and stop trying to be like everyone else. I hate it. Guess I'ma have to put that ass back in its place... Then next time... LEAVE IT THERE.... You going to get yerself hurt fuggin' around like you do. I'ma squash that ass like I did last time..."

Looking over at Cerberus now. Didn't know this cat. Fuck it.

"Don't know you nyukka... But uh... GET SOME!"

Then he goes on to turn his attention to this Maniac cat. Shrugging his shoulders.

"And well.. You... Shit... Don't know nothing about you.... But uhh... Sign me up for this little match we got here. "

He lowers the mic. Begging for either of the imitators to talk shit or an answer from Maniac.

[Scott Manor]

Maniac looks up, puts his hands together and mouths something like thank you. He raises the mic.

Folks, it would seem there is a shred of sanity still left in this place. I know it's a miracle, but yes, there is someone in this place who is mentally stable and can talk on the mic. I was beginning to think either GCW had no talent what so ever, or for some reason all I attracted was the flakes and nobodies of GCW.

So I guess it's time to get down to business, finally. Especially since I'm sure these people will have something to say. But I'm going to guess what's going to be said or happen.

MG, is going to try and act gangster and talk about how he's the real deal and you're not. He's also, probably going to call your victory a fluke. And that will probably be followed up with a poor attempt at intimidation.

Maniac seems to have regained himself or at least get some motivation.

Fro man here, will probably say he's hundred percent original, and you have nothing on him. That's probably all that'll come out of his mouth that I'll care to listen to.

Maniac turns to Cerberus uhm Cyrus.

And him? Shit I don't know what the hell goes on with him. He's just uhm crazy I guess. The way he dresses I've been expecting some threat about eating my soul or some shit.

Maniac lowers the mic. Okay, he wasn't completely back to normal, but enough to tell he was ready for just about anything that would probably be said.