How About A Group Dance(o2a course)

[mg]

Manic shut your unoriginal ass up ok because I got 10x the talent as you and your frickin career has ever produced. I can't see how you wear a plan ass dress shirt with wrist tape make you have talent. I thought you were a sorry ass wrestler trying to take all my spot light just like the rest of GCW. But your sorry in the talent section also. Damn, this place is just sorry. No wonder *MG points at Jin face* this kids fans told me to save yall.

Boos rings loud then MG sticks his middle finger at the crowd. Boos are louder, MG flips one at Maniac and directs his voice a Jin

Little boy! *MG turns around* You are not talking. You should be walking around with a bruised waist wrap. But no, you want to be all Meyweather like and act like you didn’t get hurt in that fight. And no. I’m not gonna say that it was a fluke. But. But, I did help you out because that DvD was not working on me and I….just…. Laid down for you.

Boos

Back to Manic, ain’t you was in New York with me. You know how I roll, Jin just ask this guy right here I was hurting everybody in the NYC. Your not even on Gezzy’s level son. Lets stop with all this talk and fight it out right now before another sorry ass wrestler comes down here.

MG takes off his shirt and gets ready to fight. Fans start to scream as they here the bell ring

Come on!!

[Scott Manor]

Maniac raises his mic.

Alright you know what fuck it. You think you're so hardcore you can mention other places here, when any moron would know that's grounds for being fired. It's in your contract man, and I'm going to guess you weren't smart enough to read it. Let me guess, too many big words for you.

Maniac looks around.

I'm going to be honest. You're completely pathetic. Last I checked you weren't even assigned to a damn show and you're out here trying to talk like you're king shit. Yeah I know what you're capable of and so does everyone else in this arena. Completely destroying the fucking english language and making next to no sense at the same damn time.

Maniac looks at himself for a moment.

And when you're seriously going to judge my ability based on what the hell I wear, you're really absolutely without a fucking shred of a doubt, THE MOST PATHETIC PERSON on this roster. Get it through your thick skull noone gives a shit about you and the only reason there would be any sort of spotlight on you is because I'm lost my patience with you and just bitched slapped your pathetic ass with a taste of reality. I'm done even mentioning you. You're not worth it at all. For the sake of GCW I hope Candice and Amanda heard you mention other feds and say screw it you're gone.

Maniac goes to a corner and leans against hoping to calm down.

[mg]

Why are we still talking, all I want to do is fight not bitch and complain about how you don't like me. WHO CARES! We just want to fight thats it.

[asylum]

Cyrus looks back and forth as the exchange of words between Maniac and MG get more and more heated. Another smile forms on his face and he laughs a little at MG's attempt at provoking Maniac had failed.

This should be good, I wish I had some popcorn right now.

He kept that thought to himself as he was hoping that they ripped each other apart. He got back on the mic to see if he could stir up more hate between the two.

Awe come on Maniac are you going to take that from some gangster wannabe?

[Jayceon Williams]

Ugh... This fool is starting to give a nyukka a migraine. Goddamn. Everything he says just further proves that he has no clue what he's getting himself into.

" Laid down for me...? Little boy...? Kid...? Nyukka... You starting to sound like you got some sugar in yer tank or some shit. And if we're going to talk about dressing and talent..."

Remmy pointed at MG.

"Then you nyukka... Have got absolutely NO TALENT. You come out here. Dressed like some cheap ass moron from some stupid ass' backyard wrestling federation. Talking about shit you've only seen on Youtube, movies, and video games. Seriously... Stop playing games before the hood come out here and drag yer ass outta this bitch in a casket."

Raising an eyebrow. He began to shake his head. Taking a breath. Sighing. This fool was really iching to get himself stabbed or shot up. Some kind of shit. About to get himself murdered talking all the shit he do.

"Then you got the nerve to say you hurt me? Really now? You? Hurt me? No. Not really. I'm feeling fine. You think you hurt me? Pfft. Pleeeeeeeeeeease. My lil' six year old nephew hit harder than yer punk ass. Stop pretending to be something yer not. And you seem to be only about fighting and shit. What's wrong? You mad? You getting angry about what people are saying to you? Little emo child gonna go cry home to mama cause the big bad bullies are picking on you? No talk? All you wanna do is fight? Pfft. Right. I know that lame referee said some shit about you having anger issues. I wasn't listening. Shit don't mean a thing to me. But I'm dubbing you The Wanksta Emo Child. It was said, therefore it shall be."

[Scott Manor]

Maniac raises his mic. Hopefully for the last time towards MG.

Dude. Seriously. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. No one gives a shit what you want. Here's the truth MG. You're less than a piece of shit. No one cares about you and everyone thinks you're nothing more than a headache and it's true. I don't even see why you're here. I've seen zero talent out of you on the mic and I doubt you're much better in the ring. You're like a joke that's not even funny. You're one of those jokes that just seem to piss everyone off. I wouldn't be surprised if you remained down in the lower ranks the whole time you're here. So just do yourself and everyone a favor. Shut up and just leave. You can go back to pretending to be a gangster. Sell your pretend drugs, and play with your fake plastic guns. Just walk the fuck away.