And another one... (O2A)

[Jayceon Williams]

Leaving the kid backstage with DJ... He hopes that shit wasn't a bad idea. Don't wanna have to bust his homeboy's head open cause the nyukka felt the need to give the kid a beer. But now...

That familiar theme music hits yer ears. Smash Sumthin' by Redman comes booming across the PA system. Remmy comes out dancing like he usually does. That dance that almost every other nyukka tries to imitate when they come out to the ring. But let's face facts... Them cats can't Crank That Remmy like he can. Fuggin' imitating bastards. Knowing damn well that Remmy the only dude who can rock a crowd like that. And the way these fans were cheering right now? Haha. Proof. Get on my level nyukkas. Down the ramp Remmy comes and down to the ring. Sliding in. Finishing up the little routine he usually does. Bouncing around. Cranking that motor bike move. Throwing up the ballin' taunt. Sliding in the ring. Bouncing on the ropes to get the fans rowdy. Onto the turnbuckle he goes. You know what that nyukka Remmy is all about. Too many cats trying to do what he does. Once he was done with that, of course they need to get him a microphone. He requests, the staff retrieves. Cutting the music as it seems Remmy was ready to get down to business. Lifting that microphone up... He greeted the fans...


"What is up my North Carolina nyukkas?!!!?!?!?!?"

Cheers. Haha. Works everytime. Fans just love it when you mention their hometown.

"Ahaaaaaaa! Cool, cool. That's what I thought. See you cats showing yer nyukka some love. Damn. Well... I ain't going to come out here and bore you fans with a big long rant about how much better I am than most these cats in this company. Cause... let's face it... There's only so many times I can say it before the message gets through. Right? Of course, I'm right. So... Instead of just saying what it already common knowledge around the world, and around GCW by now. Let's just skip that and head right into what I know you all came out here for tonight? Hmm?"

Pausing for a moment. More cheers. Remmy shakes his head and laughs a bit. Only so many times you can keep speaking the truth. He figured the message was pretty clear by now.

"Well... It's simple really. Just a straight up open challenge. Ain't nothing special. Seems like too many cats is too piss scared to go round for round with me. But... Who knows? Nyukkas must be scared of me or some shit. Don't ever see them doing anything about me when the match is over? Right? I mean, come on now. Nyukkas... I hate fuggin' having to hound you dudes down just to get some form a consistency with you. Oh well though. Can't force nyukkas to become men and go round after round witcha boy. Too much energy to waste on lost causes. Sooooo... That always leaves me with this alternative. Calling out anyone and everyone who's also dealing with this kind of problem like me. Never having a match and never having their own little bitch boy to call their own. Or maybe it's the bitch boys who are looking for someone to own them that need to come on out and play. Whatever the deal is... Come and resolve it for another night. Now... Who's it going to be? Who's going to come out and answer the challenge? Come get some nyukkas. I know one of you back there want some."

[jill]

However Bon Jovi's Unbreakable wasn't a men's theme, althought it was close, it was Jill Terrell's theme. Jill appeared in the stage sporting her mean look, she had lost her title opportunity and was sure angry about it, she made her way to the ring, ripping some signs in process and she snatched the mic off the ring announcer

Cut the music!

crowd boos

Seeing this bouncing, jiggling, pot-smoking idiot makes me wonder what has our sport become? Remmy get your facts straight, if nobody wants to face you is because you suck.

I could wrestle a burlap filled with Marijuana that could be your substitute, but that wouldn't be worth it, seeing that I have the original, the one and only Jin Remmy here.

Belive me when I say one and only I don't say it on the good meaning. You have done nothing for this company but breaking havoc everywhere you go, you lack discipline, you lack talent, you think you have this fans behind you by saying "nyukka" by smelling like a pothead and by dressing like a rapper. But after the beating I have planned to give you, they will change that, they will see that their "hero" is nothing more, but a glorified sparring sandbag for the big fish such as myself!

So Soulja Boy wannabe, are you done Crankin' up? Bring it on. I hope that besides lacking all those things I mentioned before, you don't lack the BALLS to fight me!

Jill lowers the mic as she waits for an answer.

[blaze]

Ask and you shall receive. 'Fake It' by Seether begins to boom across the Pa sytem. This signifying the arrival of the 'Inferno Himself' Blaze.

The fans have a mild reaction, not giving Blaze the huge cheers they normally do. Most likely because of his recent actions and slacking within the company. But you think he cared? Psht, yeah right. He only had one thing one his mind right now. Revenge.

With a Mic in hand, Blaze finally steps out onto the stage. The lights dim, its hard to see the twisted smile that graces his face. In a slow pace he begins his trek down to the ring. Ignoring the fans reaching out over the barricades for highfives as he descends down the rampway. Reaching the ring, he slides beneath the bottom rope. Dusting himself off as he jumps to his feet. His eyes meet Remmy's as the lighting returns to normal and his music fades...

"Remember me son? Remember....I'm the bastard you got a lucky win over awhile back in some lame ass tournament. Only to move on and get the beating of a lifetime from that nobody Avenger I believe it was."

Blaze ignores Terrel as he paces about the ring a bit, keeping his eyes locked on Remmy all the while. She wasn't important at the moment.

"Now, you may have forgotten...But I haven't....I can't. My night of glory...stripped away from me by some...some...worthless St.Louis trash. I was destined to go on and win that GCW title that night....But I was stupid...I underestimated you....A mistake I won't make again..."

The fans boo Blaze, only fueling his fire more.

"Yeah, your hearing me right...I've been wanting my payback for awhile now. So I accept this challenge...even if I have to go through some stupid chick to get to you. Three way it up...."

He now finally takes his sights of Remmy and turns to face Jill.

"You, stay out of my way."

[jill]

However Jill wasn't gonna stay out of anybody's way, she rised the mic and adressed this guy

Stay YOU out of my way, idiot

[Jean Bordeux]

It's Raining Men hits over the arena and Jean Bordeux comes out onto the stage and does a Model satnce in front of the cheering crowd. Jean makes his way down the ramp and does his signature ring in in front of the three peeps in the ring. Jean gives Remmy the EYE, he waves as Jill, and stares down at Blaze. Oh Boy. Jean gets a mic and speaks.

[glow=green,2,300]And anozer vones vitees ze zust. Hehe Iz alvays vanted to zays shats hehe. Vut Iz vevemvers ALLZ od yooz. I sees Zin Vemmyz heres, yer neaivorhoods Zocains zealer. Vaze is yer neavivorhoods Zown, Zill seems to be zike zome angry asss childs zhat zhat Vicheal Zackson feller zaped when she vas youngers.[/glow]

Crowd laugh somehow.

[glow=green,2,300]From vhat I zeeees iz zhat ve havs vone of zoes fatalz fours vays heres? Nyukkaz is its? VHAT ZE FOOKS IZ ZHATS MON AMIS? Soundz zike somes fooking spanish vord or somezings. Zid yooos cross ze vorder vith Vark and Jason Zin? Its appears yoooz vought zome........[/glow]

Jean looks around at Jill and Blaze.

[glow=green,2,300]Goods companies.[/glow]

Jean vaits I mean uhmmmm waits for a response.

[Jayceon Williams]

Damn. Didn't know there was so many lonely souls out there... No matter. Remmy just shook his head. Time to answer these mothafuggas... First off the high and mighty chick who thinks she knows something about him...

"Riiiight... Well... First off... Jill Terrel is it? You consider a person who happens to dance a Soulja Boy rip off? Are you dumb or just plain stupid? Talking about I dress like a rapper... Goddamn. That must mean that the streets are full of rappers then, huh? I mean, come on. Just because I like to dress casual, that automatically makes me wanting to be a rapper? Pfft. Don't gimme that crap. So I wear baggy clothes and like to have fun by dancing... And that makes me want to be Soulja Boy? Ha... I didn't know that the difference between an average person who likes two certain things can make a person automatically assume something about them. Or is it because of my skin color that you say this? Hmm? Perhaps if I was white... and did the same thing.. You would call me Mr. Kickin' It Old School? It's a sad day when a person who likes to dance and dress a certain way gets lynched for such things. And then you want to go on about me smoking? Wow. You're cool. Let's all pick on the person who smokes a little, eh? He's not harming anyone but himself. Pfft... Get some better insults before you come talking that weak ass shit. Kay? Why don't you take yer obviously dyke ass back to the locker room area? Lord knows we have too many butch bitches running around. "

Next... Onto the cross dresser with his hurt feelings...

"And now for you Blaze... I see you've got some hurt feelings for what happened like... Oh... I don't know... Like a month ago? Maybe even longer than that? Gawddamn you know how to hold a grudge huh? Took you long enough to speak on the situation though. Guess you mad cause a rook knocked you off of yer pedestal, huh? Get over it you big baby. Damn. You got yer ass kicked by someone who's on a whole different level than you. And now it takes you this long to come out and make a big deal about it? Where were you before hand? Off adjusting yer skirt and re-applying yer make up? Come on now. You already know that if you come into this match, you're going to get another thorough thrashing like little miss tough dyke over there. And oh... Who do we have here...?"

And this was a surprise... But fuck it... Dude seems to have issues with Remmy too....

"Awww shit. It's a gheymo. Why you out here coming and talking trash after I helped yer punk ass out on that news cast? You got some hurt feelings too? Mad cause a nyukka like me got more popular or something? Or was it perhaps that the ratings got higher when people heard I was on and then dramatically dropped when you got back? Damn. It's a damn shame too. Thought we was cool Jean. Thought we was boys. Not in a ghey way like you. Just in the way a normal straight dude and a gheymo like you can be without getting shit confused. Guess I was wrong on that assumption? Used a nyukka to gain a little popularity and then shit on him when it becomes more convenient for you. Gawddamn. It's a shame. Oh well. Guess you can join the party too with the dyke, the cross dresser, and the nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. Consider it a deal."

[jill]

This only makes Jill angrier

News flash idiot. Last time I checked average people didn't stink like if they had been frolicking in a marijuana field. Go ranting all you want, for me you are just a weakling a damn pure weakling. And hey baggy clothes work for you, they are just a tribute at your baggy wrestling skills. Go ahead and diss the way I look like this will just make me angry and more determined to beat you. Watch your mouth junior, you might say something you'll regreat.

Jill turns at Jean

Atleast your fawning makes you win matches... But listen carefully I don't fawn, I just kick asses. And I don't mind who I have to go through. GHEYs, nyukkas... Whatever you will all fail.

Back at Remmy

I am not gonna lynch you by the way you look jerkass, for what I care you could smoke a plush doll. I am gonna lynch you for being in my way.

Jill waits for an answer.

[criskain]

.:Kris sees a commotion going on in the ring and decides to try to join in. Kris heads to the entrance and gets his music started. He grabs a microphone and heads out onto the ramp. He heads down to the ring and slides in under the ropes. He stands up and looks around at the crowd and starts to speak:.

[glow=blue,2,300]How is everybody doing here tonight? Well its great to be here and be back from my business trip. Well it seems like I have met a few of you people before. So you guys are looking for a match huh? Well I'm ready to take you all on. I have beat you once before Blaze and I plan on doing it again.[/glow]

.:Kris smiles at Blaze knowing that this comment would piss him off:.

[blaze]

"Look here Kris...Much like Mr. Dope fiend....Your win over me...it was nothing. Rook luck at best. So if you want in this little brawl...Hell, I say join on in. Just more revenge for me to gain. Kill two birds with one stone as they say."

Blaze looks around at the competitiors and releases a sigh. Is this what he was really reduced to? Fighting his way through a bunch of nobodies? Hell, the only other halfway well recognized name in this match was Jean...and well....by Blaze's standards...thats sad.

"Look...Jill...baby...honey...darlin'...why don't you just step on. This match here is big boy territory. I wouldn't want a pretty little face like yours to get hurt...Wait...what the hell am I saying? Damn thing done looks like its done been ran over by a bus about fifty times. Got more damn pot holes than the streets of Kansas City....Sad.....Seriously though...stay out of my way....Because as everyone knows....I have no problem beating a woman...."

The fans boo once again. This obviously been a cheap remark about his past. Something Blaze once regretted and hid. Why was he acting like this now?

"And Jean....bro...I got no problem with you being in this match...But seriously...stay away from my ass....and I literally mean my ass....That territory is a no no...Ok? got it? good."

Turning to Remmy, the main reason for him even coming out here...

"Yeah, one day we are gonna face off one on one again...But, till then...I'll just have to settle for whoopin' on you a bit in this apparent battle royal."

[jill]

Jill waved her blonde dreadlocks as she heard the same and same speech over and over again

Big boys you say Blaze? I have seen eunuchs with bigger balls than you, shut your piehole and tell your boyfriend to tattoo you some guts.

And seems that another guy has joined the party, haha, the more the merrier, but tonight it won't be merry, it will be a night of destruction, given by yours truly. I don't give a damn, if you all think I shouldn't be here. All what I have to say, is take me out with fists. Because your machismo words don't daze me at all.

To me you are all weaklings. With different personalities, but weaklings nontheless. And I will step over any unworthy wrestler to get what I want. Bank on that.

[Jayceon Williams]

"Blah, blah, blah.. Don't make me angry. Blah, blah, blah... I will crush you. Blah, blah, blah.. I'm teh She-Hulk bitch. Blah, blah, BLAH! Gawddamn Jill. You sound like a fuggin' broken record. Sheeesh. Calm yer ass down before the police start suspecting you of taking the "juice." You're going to get yer ass stomped out in the ring anyways, so why not just fuggin' shut yer mouth and prove what you say in the ring? Hmmm? You talk a big game but seriously... I ain't even impressed to see you out here so.... Quit yer bitchin'. Kay?"

Shaking his head. Damn this Jill chick was really just singing the same old tune everytime she opens her damn mouth. Gah... If only he had a remote control.. He'd mute her ass. Switching to Blaze now...

"And you Blaze... How did I just KNOW you were going to call my victory luck? Of course you would call it luck. You can't handle the fact that you lost legitly and just can't think of how I got past you. But it's simple elementary my dear Watson... You fuggin' suck. You're nothing like you used to be. You're rusting. You're on yer way to a long way down to the bottom. Why not just give it up already while you still have a career to consider worthy of remembering? Keep it up and at this rate... You're simply just going to be remembered as that loser that USED to be on top of his game."

Next up... His ol' buddy ol' pal that he tricked first day on the job for him. Haha. Good times, good times. Never trust a janitor. ;D

"And Kris Kain? I ain't got no problem with you. Ya want in? You're welcome to join. We've got ourselves a good little handful of people here. Let's make this match... A battle royal... Elimination style... How's that sound to everyone? Fine and dandy?"

[blaze]

"Fine with me man...fine with me. Watch your back though...'homie'. Because when the dust settles...and the final two are left standing in the ring...I'm going to make damn sure those final two are you and me...and I will show you...no...prove to you...that I am still on my game...and your just a worthless piece of gutter trash...from a second rate city....that has a lame ass name and 'gangsta', drug dealer whatever gimmick that no one gives a damn about..."

Blaze locks eyes with Remmy. The others in the match not even important at this moment.

"Heh...at least if I am slipping off my game...I will still be remembered when I'm gone...but you bro...your already slipping off into obscurity...and no one even knows your name....so step it up bro....step it up"

He lowers the Mic, not wanting to really speak anymore words. He was doing his best to control the built up rage he contained at the moment. Of course, Remmy not the cause of it for the most part...But, he was the target that Blaze wanted to release all of his frustrations on...