That's what I am about (Invite)

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The edit of Slayer's Bloodline plays through the arena sound system and right on cue the crowd begin to boo heavily and "Crossfire sucks" chants build up to the point they almost drown out his entrance music. It is a few moments before "Callous" Cal Crossfire appears on the stage and he his waving for somebody else to come out and join him, the crowd are a little puzzled at his behavior as he continues to wave at the entrance way

"Come on! Nothing to be scared of!"

Then a very apprehensive Chelsea appears on stage, not her usual dancing self. The crowd's reaction turns to that of a mixed one half booing for Cal and half cheering for Chelsea. In her hand she holds a steel chair, to some they'd think nothing of it but it wasn't Chelsea's nature to use weapons so they wondered why she was carrying the chair

"Cal I'm scared, why are they booing me!"

Cal moves back and takes Chelsea by the hand and leads her to the ring, he ignores fans and he scolds her for waving to them. This makes them angry, Chelsea is getting more and more nervous as they get closer to the ring. Knowing with the way Cal had been acting recently it was more ruthless than usual, her nervousness was more than justified by her childhood years with him

"Come on Chelsea, I don't have all day afterward we can go get some cookies!"

Chelsea's eyes lit up when she heard the mention of cookies, now they had reached the ring Cal made Chelsea hold the ropes open for him, with the promise of cookies Chelsea was more compliant and eagerly held the ropes open for him. Chelsea then holds the chair out for Cal to take it but he shakes his head

"No, it's OK Chelsea you hold on to it and keep it safe!"

Cal gives Chelsea a smile and she smiles back appearing to be happy that he trusts her to take care of it. Of course holding the chair makes it difficult for her to step between the ropes and Cal almost laughs as he watches his sister struggle of course when she looked he hid it completely so she was none the wiser. Once she had made it into the ring she took her place by his side. Cal receives a microphone and he fires a wink in Chelsea's direction

"Hello everybody of this god forsaken hell hole that I couldn't even be bother to learn the name of. How are you guys doing, bad I hope. Now let's get straight down to business I am out here for one reason... Well actually two. One concerns all of you people and a match that you'll see tonight. The other concerns my beautiful little sister!"

Chelsea smiles as she has just been called beautiful, the crowd begin to boo as they know that Cal has intentions that are truly "Callous" Cal puts his hand on Chelsea's arm to reassure her that they aren't booing her so she doesn't panic and run away

"It's OK, they aren't booing you! Now remember I showed you hold the chair up, show everybody what I taught you like the good girl you are. Come on up high like I showed you"


There can be a member of the crowd that can be heard screaming "Don't do it Chelsea!" despite that fans warning Chelsea lifts the chair up to around face height, Cal then lifts the microphone to his lips and he lowers himself into a fighting stance

"Good girl and... I'm sorry!"

"Huh?"

Then Cal super kicks the chair into Chelsea's face much to the crowd's displeasure and disgusts, as it hits you can hear a crunch which we assume is the chair crushing Chelsea's nose. Chelsea collapses instantly and Cal stands over her looking down, the contempt in his eyes clearly visible as a sick smile appears upon his face. Then he exits the ring and looks under the ring, and he pulls out another chair and enters the ring again. Cal then slides the chair underneath Chelsea's head, and he picks up the second chair and looks at the foot imprint that he left. Then Cal raises the chair before slamming it down across her head, Cal then watches as a pool of blood begins to form. He gains some sick pleasure from the bloody mess, and he raises the chair again but as he does some music plays and Cal looks toward the entrance ramp the chair still above his head and with a shocked expression on his face

Bazztard: "Who can this be?"

[Jayceon Williams]

~Permission Granted~

It's a bird again. Wait. No. No it's not. It's a plane! Wait. Wait, wait, wait.... It can't possibly be a plane. You can't fit a plane in this place unless you like.... Crashed it in here or something. But look! Look what it is! Well.. Rather... WHO is it is. That music playing? Oh yeah. You know the fans instantly rose to their feet at the sound of "Smash Sumthin'" by Redman. Who was coming down the ramp? Well, none other than Super Remmy! Not a mirage this time. No. It's the real Super Remmy! Here he comes to save the day. Obviously, Remmy had enough of the bullshit with this nyukka Cal and he was aiming to not only stop this nyukka from hurting Chelsea, but he was aiming to put a stop to this nyukka once and for all. For his nyukka Murda, for Chelsea, for everyone in this fuggin' arena.... Cal Crossfire was about to be in for a rude awakening.... Not only was he charging down the ramp with tremendous speed, you could clearly see that the nyukka Remmy brought with him something from home. Louieville Slugger ftw bitchez!!! Sliding into the ring, Remmy quickly got up to his feet and prepared the bat in hand. Obviously, Cal just wasn't going to sit there and wait for Remmy to act. That would be just.... retarded. No. Cal would come rushing at Remmy with full force, swinging that chair in hand. Aiming for Remmy's head with it. And what's Remmy going to do? Stand there. Pfft. Yeah right. That nyukka ducked under the chair swing and took that Louieville Slugger into the abdomen of Cal. Causing Cal to drop the chair he had onto the mat and throw his arms across his gut. That... had to hurt. You know it did. Causing Remmy to have a devilish smirk across his face. He looked up to the roof of the arena. Pointing straight up into the air and saying "This is for you." Remmy's focus returned back to Cal and he came running at Cal from behind. Bringing his right foot back behind him and swinging forward. Kicking Cal directly in the back of his left leg and knocking Cal onto the mat. Remmy looked down at Cal and yelled at him....

"Not so tough now, are ya?! Look at you nyukka! Look at you!"

Remmy lifted his right foot up and proceeded to start stomping on Cal as he laid on the mat. As he was doing so, another sound of music began to hit the airwaves. Remmy stomped on Cal a couple more time to keep him down, before he looked up at the ramp to see who it was this time...

[Shia Storm]

That other music that was heard was known other then your GCW Lock Up Champion! Now why would he come out here, and all. He'd had nothing to do this situation that came about? Did he come out to raid more on the party of the man that is called Crossfire or did he come out here, and rain on the parade of the man that's called "Remmy".

We'd have to find out as Shia Storm came down to the ring. He had his title at end, but through off himself as he made his last step on the rampway. Something was about to happen, and so it did.

Shia rolled his way into the ring, and Remmy was staring a whole through Shia like what in the world did he want out here. Shia looked on at Remmy, and instead of whatever you thought it was going to be, it was to come give crossfire more a licking as he passed by Remmy, and started laying in shots as well in Crossfire, and that right then there, Remmy was assuming his position laying in shots on Crossfire. Remmy pushed Shia to the side slighty, and then what happened next?

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy moved Shia out of the way for a moment. Dropping the bat onto the mat. He leaned forward and grabbed the steel chair that had originally belonged to Cal before Remmy made him drop it. Looking over at Shia. A smirk forming on his face. Giving him a nod. Then Remmy turned his attention over to Cal. Using his foot, he kicked Cal over face down on the mat. Looking down at the fallen enemy of his. That smirk grew even more as he lifted that chair high above his head. And then swung down onto the frame of Cal with immense force. Driving the chair right across the back of Cal with a hard smack. Causing him to turn over and twist in pain from Remmy's chair shot to his back. Shaking his head, all Remmy could do was laugh. Dropping the chair onto the mat. He looked back over at Shia. An eyebrow arched up as he nodded his head. Perhaps he was letting Shia get a shot in? Maybe. Taking turns on torturing one's opponent? Might seem a little bit sadistic but uhhh.... Remember who we're talking about here. Cal Crossfire. The nyukka who slandered the name of Remmy's fallen comrade and brother from another mother. The same nyukka who just busted his own flesh and blood in the nose with a steel chair. And countless other acts committed by this fool. You best believe that Cal deserved every bit of pain delivered to his frame from his enemies. And you best believe it's going to take a whole lot of security out in this ring to pull Remmy off Cal by the end of this little beatdown. And so... Remmy steps to the side. Holding his arms out above Cal's body. As if to say.... Your turn...

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Cal lay in the ring, almost curling up it was some fitting that he was on the receiving end of the biggest beatdown of his life. This was a beatdown with a difference, after his actions nobody, not even the no 1 ass kissing Cal Crossfire mark Harvey Bazztard could say anything in defence of Cal Crossfire. Cal was getting his just desserts.

"Please!"

Cal whimpered as he wanted it to end, he didn't like it when the tables were turned, not one bit.

[Shia Storm]

Shia Storm was watching this guy who liked when he was in control of the situation that now is whinning his ass off of not getting of what he deserved which was a beating. But, Shia felt like Remmy had done his work on him, and now shia would put the final touches on this situation. He taps Remmy on the shoulder says "Go on head to the back, I'll finish. Shia Storm moves past Jin Remmy, and throwing punches, and kicks onto the guy, and was about to lock in "Storm Lock", but before that could happen...

[Jayceon Williams]

Eyebrow raised. Shia Storm ordering Remmy to the back? Is he serious? Pfft. As if he was going to let Shia finish this guy off. Yeah.... right.

"Go to the back? Let you finish? Pfft. Fugg' that. I'm going to see to it that this nyukka gets his fuggin' lights blown out."

Remmy began to backstep against the ropes before dropping down onto the mat. He rolled outside of the ring and knelt down on the floor. Throwing the ring apron up onto the ring, he searched underneath the ring for something. And boy, did he find some stuff. Remmy grabbed ahold of something big and began to pull it out. What he pulled out first was a table. Lifting that table up, he slid it underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. After that, he knelt down underneath the ring again and reached inside. This time what he pulled out was a trash can from underneath the ring. And he toss that up over the top rope into the ring too. The fans watched on. Wondering what Remmy's intent was for those items. They could only imagine what he had up his sleeve. He rolled back into the ring under the bottom rope. Getting up onto his feet, he reached down and grabbed the table. Unfolding the legs out, he flipped it over and stood the table up in the ring. After setting up the table, he walks over to where Cal Crossfire was. Grabbing him up off the mat away from Shia. He brought the beaten body of Cal over to where the table was and leaned down. Grabbing the trash can off of the mat, he slid the over top of Cal's head and torso. With the trash can on Cal, he pushed him onto the table and laid him out straight. Remmy looked out to the fans and pointed to the top rope. Guess what? Cheers nyukka! Super Remmy was going to fly tonight. Walking over to the closest turnbuckle to the table, Remmy climbed up until he was ontop of it. Looking down at the trash can and table, here goes nothing. 1, for the money. 2, for the show. 3, let's get ready. 4, here we go. Remmy jumped up off the turnbuckle and splashed down ontop of the trash can, Cal Crossfire, and the table. Gaaaaaawd... That had to hurt. Remmy rolling off of the carnage, he rolled onto the mat. Holding his torso. Yeah. Wasn't the brightest idea he's ever had, but it was effective. That had to do it. Cal had to be in a world of pain right now. Remmy made his way as best as he could over to the fallen sister of the bastard, Chelsea and looked down at her.

"H-hey... You okay...?"

He said, hoping she was still... alive... conscious.... something. Some acknowledgement that she was going to be okay. She definitely looked like she needed medical attention, that was for sure.

[crossfire]

Chelsea's face was a complete mess her nose broken by the first chair shot, her head crushed by the brutal con-chair-to. She was breathing still but each breath was severely labored. So different that minutes ago she was full of energy and smiling. Now she lay there struggingly to breath

"Uh"

She tries in vain to move, her hand slips out toward Remmy and she looks at him so much blood that the tears in her eyes cannot be seen

[Jayceon Williams]

Kneeling down, he shook his head. He slid his arms underneath the limp body of Chelsea and proceeded to stand up Carrying her in his arms. Gah... It hurt like hell to carry someone with the way his torso felt but fugg' it.... This woman needs some medical attention and he was aiming to take her there. His eyes were drawn back to Cal's body. Still crumbled in that trash can. Remmy spit on the mat in his direction. Fugg' that nyukka. He turned his attention over to Shia Storm and spoke...

"That match you and Cal were going to have. I want in. I don't care about the LockUp! title, but if I am able to get my hands on this fool again and deliver more pain. I want in. Got that? I want in on that match. I am not even halfway through with what I'm going to do to this fool."

Without even waiting for Shia to answer, Remmy began to leave the ring. With Chelsea in his arms, taking her to the backstage area for medical assistance.