Need A Break(o2a)

[Scott Manor]

Maniac had gone straight to the GCW Cafe. He really needed a drink after his match. He just attracted all the freaks of GCW. Hell anywhere he went the freaks didn't leave him alone. Do they all have the same mother and Maniac slept with her without knowing it? Oh well, he takes a seat in the cafe and orders a steak and jack daniels.

I hope that man is on Lock Up. I don't need the freaks following me everywhere.

He didn't care who heard him talk to himself. When a man gets fondled during a match by another man it causes stress. A lot of it. He needed a drink and didn't care who if anyone sat with him. Just as long as it wasn't the usual headaches.

[Jayceon Williams]

"I know... Right?"

....That's right. That nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy found his way to the cafe himself. Figured he needed some time to chill out. Things were hard in that damn match. Weapons swinging left and right. He had a fuggin' headache. His head was ringing from the shots he had taken. But he was walking it off. Shaking his head. Finding himself a seat next to Maniac. A bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand. A burning NewPort in the other. He lifted it up to his lips and took a quick puff. Then he began to continue...

"That nyukka... I tell ya... Hopping around the damn ring like some kind of pansy ass freak... Shits fuggin' weird.... Dude trying to play off some kind of psychotic scary kind of look... Then begins hopping around the damn ring like he's doped up on X or some shit. Kind of came out the closet or some shit... I don't know...."

[Scott Manor]

Maniac looks at Remmy and lets out a sigh. Not a nobody who really had no reason for being here. His order comes and he takes a sip of his jack daniels.

Could have been worse for you. I mean seriously. MG of all people. Swear ref should have caught that low blow but thankfully it should be a one time type of match against him for me. I mean I hate to say it since it's not something I want to wish on anyone in particular but I hope he's on Lock Up. Might commit a murder if he isn't.

Maniac starts cutting a piece of his steak and chews a piece. Once he finishes chewing the piece he says something.

So you going to order anything or you set? I know getting wasted or something sounds like a good idea to me after that damn match. Headache from being around those uhm things I guess is all I could call them.

[Jayceon Williams]

"Pfft... I hope that bastard gets on LockUp!. I'm looking to make that nyukkas life is a living hell. Dude needs to stop being such a lame bastard. Pretending to be something yer not.... Come on now. That's basic shit. Basic shit you should have learned since like... birth or something... I don't know.... But I'm looking to make that bitch get the fugg' out of here. Or atleast be himself. Tired of all these fake ass clowns trying to act like they all from the hood and shit... When I can smell the bitch in them... Haha..."

Shaking his head. He lifted the bottle up to his lips. Drinking. After lowering his bottle. He continued shake his head.

"But nah... I ain't gonna order nothin'. Got my bottle right here. This all I need. Maybe when it's empty... I'll get up another. Haha.... For now... I'm still working on this one."

He lifted the bottle up.

"... And getting hammered sounds like the perfect plan to me."

[Scott Manor]

Maniac lets out a chuckle.

Unfortunately most people in this business are nothing but fakes. I mean you've got Nick Jones, MG, among others. It's a shame when Wallace and Candice don't even try to strip Jones of his title. If it weren't for the few sane people on Lock-Up and the few old has beens, I'd consider Lock-Up as good as dead.

Maniac takes another sip of his Jack Daniels.

I think I might honestly get MG hooked on phonics. He really needs it.

[Jayceon Williams]

;D "Do that. Gift wrap it and everything. Get him a card saying "Hey. I think you need this." Dude honestly speaking straight crazy. Mimmicking what he sees on the internet with these e-thugs and copying his favorite gangsta movie and video game. Dude's a sad case."

He shrugged his shoulder. Lifting the bottle up to his lips. Taking a quick sip from his bottle. Before lowering it and continuing.

"I can't see how Candice and Amanda sign the majority of the people they do. A bunch of these nyukkas ain't really nothing but a waste of money. Filler spots and shit. They must feel sorry or something. I know they smarter than that. They got to be. Owning their own company? You'd think they would know a good business move from a bad one. Oh well."

[Scott Manor]

Maniac lets out a chuckle as he looks at Remmy.

Man, I think the gangsters you see in movies and on the internet are a lot more convincing than him. I mean at least if they give a nickname to someone they just meet in the movies it's either cool or funny. Not retarded mispronunciation.

Maniac lets out a sigh as he continues.

You'd think they'd reject most of these guys. But I guess you need fresh jobbers at all times. You know, getting destroyed constantly. Got to give them quick and often breaks so they're puny heads don't go poof.