Murda in the Name of Murda (Natural Selection)

[Jayceon Williams]

He found himself in the middle of the ring. His music cutting out as he stood there with a microphone in hand. The fans in the arena cheering for the homie Jin mothafuggin' Remmy as they stared on. Eagerly awaiting what it was that he had to say. They knew that he obviously was on a mission. He had that serious look in his eyes. Dressed in his ring gear. Yeah. It was that time. It's time to crack some skulls. Slowly lifting that microphone up to his lips, it's time to get the party started...

"You know what it is... It's game time. It's time for your favorite wrestler's favorite wrestler to get it crack-a-latin' and knock a few people's jaw's loose. You see... It seems that people got themselves some loose lips these days. A lot of gutless ass nyukkas took it upon themselves to sling mud at my homie's grave and figured that it would gain them some fame. Now... Normally, I'd just brush my shoulders off on these punks and not even give them the time of day. I'd normally decide to let them fools go ahead and make themselves look stupid by trying to battle with a monster. Normally... I'd just say fugg' them cats and let em wallow in their own self pity that they can't get out of. These kinds of dudes I wouldn't even give the time of day cause they ain't nowhere near my nyukka's level nor are they even close to mine. But you see... Like I said... They're trying to talk trash on my dead homie... Who's... You know... Dead. Which leads me to believe that these nyukkas... FEAR... that certain someone."

Remmy began to nod his head. The cheers of the fans said it all. They agreed with the homie Remmy. They knew he was right. Why else would you talk trash about someone who can't talk back? When Murda was around? Did they say shit? Hell no. They had nothing to say about 187 when he was alive. Oh... But when 187 is gone... That's when everyone has something to say. That's when he's the talk of the town. And Remmy was going to be damned if he let these cats get away with that shit... Fuck that...

"That's right folks. I said.. FEAR. They FEAR the deceased. And, they talk so much trash for talking it about someone who's no longer with us... They talk so much trash about someone who can't fight back. Are you serious? Are you guys fuggin' serious? Do you honestly think that that's going to make you memorable? That that's going to make you somehow get higher on the bar? HA! And, I say again... HA! You guys are pathetic. I mean, really... Come on... Talking trash about the deceased...? That's like... blasphemy in life. And for someone who thinks they earn ANY points in doing so... They are merely, for lack of a better word.... a pussy. A spineless, gutless, yellow bellied... Fuggin' pussy. "

A sigh escaped his frame. Shaking his head in disappointment. Gah... There wasn't much else to say about these nyukkas. Coward. Pussy. Fuggin' scary ass nyukkas... That shit pretty much summed up them. They were nothing more than scared of a man they knew they couldn't touch when he was living. But feel the need to speak when he's gone... That was fear. That was a coward move.

"In case you fuggin' bitches don't know who I was talking about... I'm talking about nyukkas like MG, Jack Jyndal, and Steve Toreno... Along with any and all bitches who feel the need to tear a legend's legacy down cause they can't seem to find a way to gain their own fame without attacking someone else's... And even go as far as bashing someone who's in the grave... THINKING that no one is going to say anything. But you know what? You guys are dead wrong. Cause you made the mistake of talking about MY nyukka... MY brotha' from anotha' motha'... You made the mistake of daring to speak on America's Most Wanted... And you know what...? You fools are about to be in for a rude awakening.... Now... I could go on... Destroy MG again... Make that fuggin' actor look even less than hood than he already ain't.... But you know what...? I'll deal with that pussy later. Let him finish up with his Hollywood crew and all the paid actors who want to make him look the part.... Let you guys finish fakin'. You know what? I'm gunning for you bitches Jyndal and Toreno. I don't give a damn which one of you nyukkas it is... I'm gunning for one of you nyukkas... And I'm damn sure going to get around to all of you in the future... But I'm going to destroy you bitches one at a time.... So who's it going to be? Which gutless coward is going to step up and take their "murda" properly?"

He lowered the microphone... Awaiting an answer from either Jyndal or Toreno....

[Steve Toreno]

The Natural selection theme plays over the PAS system. and a pause is ensued. who will appear. Toreno then jumps over the guard rail and climbs into the ring with Remmy. he lifts his Mic.

[glow=red,2,300]Whoa, whoa, whoa. you must need to get some hearing Aids because i never remember slating Mr 187. in fact this is what i said[/glow]

up on the screen appears a sheet of paper. it states that Toreno 1:21 says "Genesis and 187 were both very competent wrestlers. and heck were legends in GCW's short history. but they never faced a man like me!!!"

[glow=red,2,300]so yes i said that 187 had never faced a man like me before. and i still claim that if he would have faced me before his death i may have beaten him. but to be frank he isn't alive now is he. i am alive and you are alive but he isn't. and that ain't going to change overnight. [/glow]

Toreno laughs.

[glow=red,2,300]although you do sound convincingly angry. but that is all understandable. i mean MG did slate 187 and so did Jyndal. but Jyndal did it with more class and with a touch of elegancy and profound understanding about how he could easily of beaten 187. whereas MG had no right to talk about him in that way. i mean what has MG done despite beating a lowlife wannabe in Christian Pryce.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Now "Nyakka" i guess you want a piece of me. and that is fine, because again frank appears and says who doesn't want a piece of me. i can down a long list of people who want to face me. starting with Nick Jones, Shia Storm and heck even that Hood Connect want me gone. that is if they hadn't gone. so in reality why should you get to face me before the incompetent peeps do eh. now i will give you a match no doubt about it, i just want to know why i should give you the chance to be 0-2 against the King of Old School.[/glow]

the fans go Ooh.

[glow=red,2,300]touch a nerve did I? am i right though. i did beat you one on one early last month in the Lockup tournament. i went on to to win that tournament. and become of the Top guys on Lockup. so come on then why should i Face you again?[/glow]

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy raised an eyebrow when he looked at Toreno. That smirk forming on his face. He shook his head and just laughed. Lifting the microphone up to his lips, he went ahead to respond to this fool Toreno...

"Touch a nerve? Far from it. Very far from it. Yeah. You did beat me. You did. Once. You managed to beat me once. You had a good night and happened to have a good night. Big whoop. One good night and you think you run things on LockUp! That's funny. That's really funny. And what have you done that has made you worthy of that? You beat me? On your only good night that I've seen, you think you are some kind of top dog? That's hilarious. You've done nothing with this so called higher level of status you seem to think you achieved. Oh... That's right... You did do something with it. Didn't you?"

He tipped his head as he looked at him. Shaking his head. Speaking to this dude like he didn't take him seriously. The sarcasm in his voice was obvious. Standing up straight. He continued...

"That's right. You went ahead and made the mistake... As you called it... "slated," whatever the fuck that means.... You "slated" my nyukka 187... Because you seem to think that you're some type of big figure in the wrestling world. Unfortunately, delusionsal thoughts can be fatal. Now let me ask you something Toreno. Why now? Why speak up now? Hmm? Why do you choose the present to go ahead and talk shit about him? Why do you claim that you could beat him now-a-days? You could have easily spoken up in the past. You could have easily said something earlier. You know... When he still was physically able to smack the taste out of your mouth... But no... You didn't say shit. You were too damn afraid to say shit. You were too busy pissing in your boots when you saw him on screen or in the locker room to even let that thought cross your mind. Now I know what you might say... Oh... He was on MayheM... I'm on LockUp!... I couldn't have possibly done it if I wanted to..."

Nodding his head. With a look on his face as if asking him "Am I right?" Another shake of his head, he continued...

"Don't give me that bullshit... GCW's staff is smart enough to know what will make ratings and make money... Even if you two had to jump back and forth on shows... They would sign it off and watch the rewards flow in... Oh... Wait... I forget who I'm talking about... The punk ass self proclaimed "King of Old School." The self proclaimed top dog of LockUp! A damn coward who didn't have the testicular fortitude to even utter a word to that man. Not even high enough on the food chain to accomplish such things. Not even high enough on the food chain to have that sort of pull around GCW. You're merely just a chump who thinks he has something big on his plate but won't do shit with it. Why? Cause you know deep down in your mental that you ain't shit. You ain't half as good as the legend. You're a pussy. A coward. A poor, sad excuse for a man who thinks he grew himself a pair of balls and decided to take shots at a legend who lays in the dirt now. You ain't shit. And you want to know why you should face me again? You should face me cause I'm going to teach your bitch ass not to write checks your ass can't cash. Now show me what kind of big man you are and accept the challenge. Or are you still scared?"

[Steve Toreno]

[glow=red,2,300]where have you been for the last few months. until last month i was one of the few superstars who was undefeated in singles action. no offense but that alone was enough to make me a star on Lockup. and what was that i am also a former Tag Team Champion and one of the few men to take Shia Storm to the limit. now correct me if i am wrong but what in the hell have you done this year that would make you seem like you own this place huh.[/glow]

Toreno looks to the audience. they don't seem to want to get involved in the heated discussion.

[glow=red,2,300]and again i have been having good nights all year. in fact i was so good i was the first guy on Lockup to be double booked for a show. now that is skill. so why do i speak up now eh. because your making the big deal about it. to be honest as i usually am i would have got on with my business as normal. but you have called me out and made i big deal about how it is a crime no pun intended to slate 187.[/glow]

Toreno looks around the arena at the silence. he laughs

[glow=red,2,300]now then you want to know the reason i didn't talk to 187 when he was alive eh? the reason is because he wasn't news. he didn't give the inclination to talk to him. i would have badmouthed the guy if he had made news. but the simple fact is he didn't. he what had one match against Genesis and then topped himself. now that is not the mark of a legend despite my better words. and the only reason you seem to want to fight for his name is because you want to live off his legend.[/glow]

Fans look on in disgust at Toreno.

[glow=red,2,300]you are going to live off the 187 name claim that you would have made it if he were alive. but the only reason you will go anywhere in the business now is because he is dead and people feel sorry for you. i am sorry you had to hear this but you are either so far down in denial or so far up your own A**. also for the record i have just been given permission to go on either show to prove my trade.you see the natural selection have proven ourselves to be the top faction in GCW. and we are going to change the face of wrestling forever. now if you want to ride on that too be my guest. but don't go crying to 187's grave when his memory could only take you so far.[/glow]

Toreno looks to the ground disgusted with himself and with Remmy. Toreno cant believ he was lulled into berating the good name of 187

[Jayceon Williams]

Is this man serious? Was Toreno serious? What has Remmy done all year? Truth be told, yeah, he didn't have the greatest record. He didn't have a long line of accomplishments so far. Let's face it. It was his rookie year. His first time in this business. His first year. You don't expect to be the best damn thing in this business when you first start out in the wrestling world. No one does. His first year was no exception. Of course, it wasn't without it's ups and downs. Remmy did indeed have a hell of a season this year so far. And not in a good way. But it wasn't like he didn't try. But what has he done this year? Oh, he's done enough to make headlines and establish himself as a force to be reckoned with this season. Even if he had hit walls and had problems outside of the ring to deal with on a constant daily basis.

"What have I done this year? I've been getting raw deal, after raw deal, after raw deal... ALL season long. Incase, you haven't noticed. Incase, you haven't been paying attention. I've been too busy dealing with bullshit outside of the ring than to pay attention to what weak bullshit you seem to have done. You know... Inbetween dealing with whether or not my former tag team partner is in this building or if he's off down at the local bar drinking himself silly and dealing with a kid that was left on my doorstep and overall having to deal with shit day in and day out.... I've had more important things on my mind than to pay attention to a pathetic excuse who thinks he's accomplished something major just because he got himself a little bit of glory. What? You're going to throw your gold in the air and say that makes you great? That don't make you shit. Gold bound to leather don't make you anything. You happened to have Lady Luck on your side and you get a win here and there. And on the right night, you happened to be a Tag Team Champion. But tell me something Toreno... Why aren't you still the tag team champions? Where is that belt now? Oh. That's right. You lost it. Huh... You have a good night and get the belt, but then you go ahead and lose that belt too... Shows how great you are, doesn't it? I would have figured that that belt would still be around your waist right now if you were that big of a star that you claim you are."

He shrugged his shoulders. Looking out to the crowd and shook his head. Then he turned his attention back to Toreno.

"And now you want to come up with a sorry excuse that 187 didn't make news and that's why you didn't say anything? Wow. Just... wow. That's... funny. Last time I checked, he was constantly ontop of things and constantly had his name in the headlines. You know... Right at the top of the ladder while you wallowed somewhere near the bottom. It's funny though. You claim because he didn't make news, you didn't say anything. Well... What is your definition of make news? Not holding onto gold? Is that it? Because he didn't need to justify himself with a strap, you felt that that was not reason enough to talk to him? It's not that he didn't make news, it's that you were scared. I don't even need to question it cause I can smell the bitch in you. I can hear the fear in your voice. Now... Like I said... I don't know what happened that night that left 187 in his grave... But I won't believe shit until I see a suicide note. I won't believe a damn thing until they have cold, hard evidence that he killed himself. And I'll be damned if I let some punk like you try to take anything away from him."

He said, as he pointed at Toreno. That anger in his voice. That rage in his eyes. The blood boiling in his system. He was ready to jump across this ring and choke Toreno. But he would hold himself back. No need to catch a lawsuit for attempted murder.

"You can say all you want that I'm trying to live off his legend.. His legacy... His fame.... You can say that all you want, but it won't be true. You see... He pulled me into this business because he saw potential in me and saw that I had something new and unique to give to this business. Me? Live off his fame? Far from it. I'm making sure that pieces of trash like yourself... Like your little buddy Jack Jyndal... Like MG.... And anyone else who has something negative to say.... Pays what they owe and takes their consequences of their actions like a man. I'm starting with you. No toys. No stipulations. Nothing. Just me and you in the middle of this ring... And the blood bath that will ensue after I kick your fuggin' head in and leave you stretched out across the mat."

[Steve Toreno]

[glow=red,2,300]again Remmy your defending a legend that does not need defending. and that is living off it. whether you know it or not you are living off 187. you see a true legend would not care if he was bieng bad mouthed. and certainly would not want you to continue to help him out. he does not need you. he is dead get over it.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Now to set hte record straight i was never pinned for that belt. me and ajck are still the rightful holders of the belt. Hood connect couldnt beat us so they had to beat Brat Pack to get the belts. we were just nice enough to let them have the belts.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]so now here we are. throwing insults at each other left right and centre. and it has gotten us nowhere. so here is what i a going to propose. you get of your moral and righteos highhorse and lets talk business. now you look like you want to kill me so fine i will give you a chance to stand on your own two feet and fight like the man you should be not 187. so how about you vs me at Lockup in a street fight. its what you want i know. and i want to show you just how ruthless and dare i say Murderous or infamous i can really be.[/glow]

the sick smile creeps along Toreno's face as he awaits an answer.

[Jayceon Williams]

"Fine, fine. I'll save you from being torched verbally once again and stop killing your momentum again and again with your sorry excuses for a comeback. You want to talk business? Fine. We'll talk business. I was being nice by giving you a pass and deciding to throw a normal singles match out on the table. But it seems you're in a rush to go to the emergency room and want to be put in a hell of a lot of pain as is... If it's a Street Fight you want Toreno, then it's a Street Fight you shall get. Don't chicken out neither when it comes time to put up or shut up. Cause if I have to find myself sitting in this ring by myself... I will come in that backstage area and drag your ass out here. It doesn't matter if I have to personally come to the Natural Selection locker room... Beat the fugg' out of your buddies Cal and Jyndal.... Just to get to you... It will happen. Count on it. I will be dragging you out here infront of all these people and kick your head in. Whether you come out here and face me like a man or hide behind the couch in the locker room."

Remmy's eyes turned to the fans as the cheers flooded the arena. Guess you could say that they wanted to see this match happen. He began to nod his head as he looked back at Toreno.

"You've got yourself a deal Toreno. Hopefully... I'll see you here..."

He dropped the microphone down in the middle of the ring. The sound of "Smash Sumthin'" by Redman playing on the PA system as he back stepped away from Toreno. Dropped down to the mat and rolling out of the ring and making his exit. The match was official. Time to go prepare, like he needs to for this fool.