Shootout(O2invite as well as reactions)

[Joe Bruiser]

It was a nice Tuesday morning in downtown Chi Town. Kids going to school, adults going to work and going home from work, Jerry Seinfeld along with George Costanza at the cafe, it was a typical morning for Chicago, Illinois. Joe has stopped at the local Chi Town bank to cash his check from the GCW PPV. He heads inside and sees that it is quite busy this morning.

[glow=blue,2,300]No different then Miami, New York or Toronto.[/glow]

Joe walks up and stands in the long line of one of the cashing lines. He can tell that it will take FOREVER, so he decides to take his cell phone out and check his voicemails and text's. Behind Joe after a few people is none other then...........

[Jayceon Williams]

...that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. Holla! He was in line. Waiting to cash his check from Exodus. About to get that money, money. Yeah, yeah. He took a deep breath before exhaling in a yawn. Getting tired. Getting bored. Gah... He hated standing in lines. Especially at the bank. Shit takes forever. He looked down at the watch on his wrist. Been here ten minutes already. Wanted to get in and out real quick like. Hopefully no cops show up around the corner. He was pretty sure his parking meter had run out. Fuck. He shook his head. Saying to himself...

"Come on, come on... Hurry the hell up... Got places to go... Got people to see..."

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe rolls his eyes as well as turns his head to look back to see who in the hell is yelling. He doesn't see anyone he recognizes, it could of been ANYONE behind Joe that yelled. Joe heres, NEXTTTTTTT. And the lines moves up. It was only the third time he has moved in the past 15 minutes. DAMN Joe has Patience lol. Joe text's his brother while Remmy.........

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy slipped his check into his pocket. Figuring he might as well put it somewhere else as he waits. Folding his arms as he waits. He leaned to the side a little. Looking down the line ahead. Impatiently waiting for this line to move so he can cash his check and get the hell out of here. He felt a cold chill down his spine. That wasn't good. He had a bad feeling. He looked around the bank. Nothing too unusual here. He turned around. Looking outside. Shit. Just his luck. There goes a cop car rolling by the bank. Gah. Fuggin' ghey. Guess he can expect to put part of this check on a ticket he'll have to pay. Shaking his head. He looked forward again. The line moved again.

[Joe Bruiser]

The line moved one more time, Joe and Remmy moved along with the line. Another 10 minutes have passed since the last time we saw Joe. Joe finishes replying to text from his mom when all of the sudden........you hear gun shots go off. Joe drops to the ground and looks up at the entrance. About 5 hooded men walk inside of the building and begin yelling and shooting up at the roof. Joe jumps up and tries to take off running, but he ends up running into Remmy and doesn't even realize it. Both men jump and run towords the stairs that heads up to the top of the building. The camera turns back to see a figure walking into the building. The man is wearing sunglasses, he looks like a body builder, has slicked back brown hair, has full face goatee, and is wearing a black suit. He smiles as he walks into the building.

Lock The doors. ALRIGHT EVERYONE........

The Man has a British accent.

LISTEN UP. WE ARE NOT HEAR TO HARM ANY ONE OF YOU. WE ARE HERE FOR ONE MAN...AND ONE MAN ONLY.

Joe finally hits the stairs as Remmy...........

[Jayceon Williams]

"Goddamn nyukka! Watch yer fuggin' self!"

He yelled at the red afro'd mothafugga' Joe Bruiser as he bumps into him. His usual reaction when someone runs into him while he's in an irritated mood. But, back down to reality.. Somebody's tryna' jack the bank. And he sure as hell wasn't going to stay down here with these fools. He headed up the stairs with Bruiser. Nigga looked like he knew what he was doing. Making sure he got up there before anyone noticed. Normally, he'd give a fuck less if them bastards had guns. But that's when he's strapped himself. Remmy didn't have any heat on him. Up the stairs was the best route to go. Maybe he can find something up here that would help. McGuyver a nigga when he does. Now upstairs, he looked around. People were ducking down. They screamed upon seeing Remmy. Not knowing that he wasn't the one shooting. He was going to say something but didn't wanna let them fools downstairs know anyone was up here speaking. He headed off down towards a small office. Ducking down and hiding behind the desk.

"What the fuck to do? What the fuck to do?"

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe ran up a few levels of stairs before finally making his way into the same office as Remmy would be in. Joe made his hiding spot over in a closest. They here a security guard run by talking on his radio. They soon here...*BANG* The security guard was shot in clod blood by one of the terrorists. The terrorist guy takes back off downstairs where now the terrorist are holding everyone else that was in the bank hostage. Joe peaks out and looks at Remmy who peaks up from behind the desk. Both men are in shock and have no idea what to do. After about 5 minutes of hiding Joe gets out of the closest while Remmy follows.

[glow=blue,2,300]Dude WHAT IN THE FUCK is going on?[/glow]

Joe waits for Remmy to respond.

[Jayceon Williams]

Red afro'd dude... Hmm... looks familiar. Meh. Who knows. He just raised an eyebrow at his question. If that wasn't one of the most stupidest things he had ever been asked in a situation like this... He needs smacked for that. For real. Remmy shrugged his shoulders and simply responded...

"Uhh... What the hell do you think is going on? Niggas is robbing the bank. Or something. They said some shit about finding someone. Don't know what that's about, but shit looks like they planning on taking the money and whoever.. And from then on...? I don't fuggin' know. Why you asking me? "

He walked over to the window of the office. The blinds were down. That was a plus. It hid them. He reached forward with his index finger out. Pulling down one single blind to look out. Looks like them niggas done shot a security guard. Goddamn. They must mean business.

"They killing people. That ain't good. Why the fuck am I always involved in some bullshit?"

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe knew that he knew this guy from somewhere, but where?

[glow=blue,2,300]Dude seriously I'm not playing around, I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN THERE.[/glow]

Joe then thinks about what Remmy said.

[glow=blue,2,300]True...that guy or leader or whatever the hell he was, he did say that they were looking for someone. I know for a fact that it isn't me there after. I payed all of my taxes, I payed all of speeding tickets, I have DONE NOTHING WRONG.[/glow]

Joe and Jin then hear the walkie talkie of the dead security guard go off. Joe and Remmy look at each other, then run over to where they herd the voice from. They find it and Joe picks up the Walkie Talkie and speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Man I hope this work.....*CLICK* Hello? Is anyone there?[/glow]

Joe and Jin then have a sigh of relief when they hear the voice of a lady on the other end.

Is this Sgt Johnson?

[glow=blue,2,300]THANK GOD HEY LISTEN NO this isn't Sgt. Lyndon B. Johnson but ME AND MY FRIEND ARE STUCK AT ONE OF THE TOP LEVELS OF THE BANK OF CHICAGO WHERE AS MY FRIEND PUT IT A BUNCH OF NIGGAZ HAVE DECIDED TO COME AND ROB AND SHOOT UP THE SHIT. WE NEED THE POLICE NOWWWWWWWW.[/glow]

I am sorry sir but this line is only used for EMERGENCY'S ONLY.

[glow=blue,2,300]NO FUCKING SHIT LADY DOES IT SOUND LIKE I AM ORDERING A PIZZA? HUH? DOES IT SOUND LIKE I WANT TWO LARGE PEPPERONI PIZZAS WITH A MOTHER FUCKING CHERRY ON TOP? NOOOOOOOOOOO I WANT THE GOD DAMN POLICE OVER HERE NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I DON'T MEAN LATER I MEAN NOWWWWWWWWWW.[/glow]

Sir please lower your voice as......

[glow=blue,2,300]FUCK YOU LADY I ALMOST GOT KILLED AND YOU THINK THIS IS ALL ONE BIG FUCKING JOKE? I MAY NOT BE THE ONE SITTING DOWN IN HIS OFFICE CHAIR GETTING A LAP DANCE FROM SOME BLONDE, BUT I SURE AS HELL NO AN EMERGENCY WHEN I SEE ONE.[/glow]

Sir we have no known evidence that.....

[glow=blue,2,300]NO KNOWN EVIDENCE? THIS IS NOT A DAMN CSI CASE YOU FUCKING CUNT. YOU COULD HERE THE GUNSHOTS FOR MILESSSSSSSSSSSSSS AND MILESSSSSSSSSSSSS AND MILESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.[/glow]

Sir please....

[glow=blue,2,300]STOP? HELL NO I AM NOT GOING TO STOP UNTIL YOUR DUMBASS GETS THE POINT AND SENDS SOME COPS OVER HERE.[/glow]

Joe was freaking out and going insane and Jin couldn't handle anymore of it, so he tries to take the walkie talkie from Joe. Joe puts up a fight and continues to scream during the process. Whole Jin tried to take it, the walkie talkie ended up getting thrown against the wall and Joe goes nuts. He screams as loud as he can and turns around and punches a hole in the wall. Jin then.......

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy glared at the afro headed lame fuck. Nigga getting emotional and shit over a shooting. Need to man up. He began to reach into his pocket and started to speak as he did so....

" Nigga, you crazy. Calm the hell down and smoke one fool."

He pulled out a Newport cigarette carton from his pocket. Reached inside the box. Grabbed one. And tossed it to afro-head. Then he began to head over to the wall the walkie talkie hit and reached down to grab it. Picking up the walkie talkie, Remmy could hear...

Woman's Voice: "Sir? Sir? Are you there sir?"

He brought the walkie talkie up to his ear. Hit the button. And began to speak...

"Yo. Sorry 'bout that. Crack fiends get crazy when they don't get their fix. Ya know? Look. We're at the National City bank. And these fools come in. Shoot up the place. Talking about they looking for someone."

Woman's Voice: "Do you know who it is these guys are looking for?"

"Nah. They ain't say who. I jetted up the fuggin' stairs as soon as they ran up in here. They don't know we up here yet. But..."

Remmy was cut off by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Shit. Fuggin' walkie talkie. Nothing but trouble. Probably afro-head over there's fault. PMSing like a mothafucka. Remmy just dropped the walkie talkie on the floor and ran behind a desk. Hiding again. Hopefully that afro-head nigga gets smart and gets the hell out of there.

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe struggles at first to get his hand out of the wall, after a bit he gets it out. He can barely bend his right hand at the moment. He turns his head and hears Jin talking to the lady on the other end. All of the sudden you hear foot steps. Jin drops the walkie talkie and runs back into the room and hid under the desk again. Joe runs as well, but grabs the walkie talkie that was on the ground and hides back into the closet. The camera switches over to one of the terrorists who has just come up the stairs and is looking around. All of the sudden you hear the voice of the Terrorist leader on the walkie talkie. It scares the shit out of Joe and Jin as the guys speaks.

We know you are up there, I herd EVERY...THING you said to the police. FUCK THE POLICE, they will not be able to help you guys. You two better just give up now...or else.

[glow=blue,2,300]Listen JACKASS what is it you want from us?[/glow]

Joe holds his right hand.

Does one of you go by the name of Jin Remmy?

Joe immediately in shock looks up and takes a peak out of the closest door at where Remmy is hiding.

[glow=blue,2,300]Who is asking?[/glow]

Haha come now dear boy...no need for all of these questions.

[glow=blue,2,300]WHO IS ASKING?[/glow]

If you insist, my name is Alexander Putersmit. Now that you know mine...what is yours? Jin Remmy perhaps?

[glow=blue,2,300]Do you know the muffin man?[/glow]

What?

[glow=blue,2,300]Did I stutter? NO I did not, Now do you know the muffin man?[/glow]

Huhhhh no I do not know the muffin man.

[glow=blue,2,300]You do now, cause that is what you will call me. And my friend? He will be called The Gingerbread Man.[/glow]

Oh please......

[glow=blue,2,300]And your boy you have up here? Lets just say he is about to get iced up in Gingerbread and wrapped like a Muffin.[/glow]

[glow=blue,2,300]NOW YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN, NOW YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN, AND HE IS GOING TO ICE YOU DOWN WITH GINGERBREAD AND THEN WRAP YOU LIKE A MUFFIN.[/glow]

Joe turns off the walkie talkie as Mr. Putersmit's henchman enters the room.

[Jayceon Williams]

What the fu... These niggas is looking for Remmy? He raised an eyebrow. Confused out of his mind. Shaking his head. He didn't know who the hell he's wronged to send niggas shooting at him. And they found him at the bank? They must've followed him. Fuck. And now afro-head over there about to get his ass shot. Damnit. Now time to save this dumb fuck. Remmy began to go ninja mode and start hopping across and around junk. Making his way around the room. Until he was behind this Alexander Putersmit and his flunkies who were closing in on the afro-head. Once he was behind them, he creeped out of hiding and made his presence known...

"Goddamn niggas... Tryna' bang without me? That ain't no fun."

Alexander Putersmit: "Huh? Who's that?"

Alexander and his hench turn around at the sound of Remmy's voice. Remmy stood there. Smirk on his face. All bad ass like with his arms folded. Looking at these dudes with an eyebrow raised.

"What? Why you look so surprised?"

Alexander: "Who are you?"

You don't know who I am? Maaaaaaaaaaan... I'm Jin mothafuggin' Remmy bitch. Heard you bitches was looking for beef. Whatchu want?"

Alexander: "Huh? I thought... Meh... No matter. So.. You're Jin Remmy?"

"I didn't say I was Santa Claus, now did I?"

Alexander: "You need to come with us Jin."

"And uh... Why is that?"

Alexander: "You don't know?"

"Do I look like I know...?"

Alexander smiled. Remmy stood there with a raised an eyebrow. Who was this nigga?

Alexander: "Just come with us. You'll have all the answers soon."

Meanwhile, Joe was...

[Joe Bruiser]

Standing at the door where he decided to get onto the walkie talkie.

[glow=blue,2,300]Don't you have better things to do then mess around with The Gingerbread Man?[/glow]

Alexander smiles as he looks around.

We know your around here.....muffin man.

[glow=blue,2,300]Oh I'm around alright, but where am I at? Ladies and Gentlemen, it is hide and go peek time. Up first for hiding team is THE MUFFIN MAN. For the other side it is.......LITTLE RED PUTERSMIT AND HIS BIG BAD WOLF OF A TEAM WHO WILL BE ON THE PROWL. Who will win? You will just have to wait and find out.[/glow]

Very funny........

Alexander signals for his henchmen to go find Joe. Alexander gets on the walkie talkie.

Let the hunt begin. GOOD LUCK Mr. Muffin Man. *Click* GET THE REMMY.

Jin takes off running as the henchmen take off after him. Joe and Jin are lucky as they want Remmy alive. So they wont take a chance to try and shoot him. Jin runs down the hallway as one of the men runs by the door that Joe was at. Joe pops out and give the sonuvabitch one HELL of a hot to the nose. The guy is plum knocked out lol. Joe looks to his left at the VERY PISSED off Alexander Putersmit.

[glow=blue,2,300]What? You look like you have seen a ghost? It's me...the muffin man? Yeah as you can tell I DO have a muffin head haha.[/glow]

Joe takes off running after another of the men while Remmy.......

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy was left with three big, muscle bound meat head looking dudes. He sighed. Shaking his head. Damnit. He looked back at them and said...

"Alright. Who want it?! Get SOME!"

He got ready. Getting in a fighting stance to brawl with these bastards. The three meat heads come charging forward at Remmy. He charged forward at them. Pulls a football spin move on one and drives an elbow into the back of that nigga's neck. Dropping the fool to the floor. Remmy paused with a raised eyebrow. The fuck? Did he just floor a dude three times his size? Just like that? Goddamn. Weird. He turned around and looked at the other two. Waving for them to come on. One of the two that were left began running at Remmy. He rams Remmy and scoops his feet up off the floor. Now all vertical and shit on a nigga's shoulder. Fuck. But meat head kept running and towards a wall no less. Thinking on his feet. Literally. Once he felt his feet touch the wall, he quickly kicked off the wall and grabbed the dude by his head. Spinning the big mothafugga' into a DDT onto the floor. Eat it bitch. Remmy got up off the floor. Already saw that big big that was left coming for him. Quick thinking. Remmy hurries up and trips that nigga into a Drop Toe Hold. BANG! Busted that big bastard's head off of a desk. Triple KO. Get some! Remmy pushed himself off the floor. Dusting himself off. Meanwhile... Bruiser...

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe runs down the hallway and turns the corner and sees Remmy standing there doing a JTG type dance all over one of the dudes.

[glow=blue,2,300]DAMN DUDE? You went all KUNG FU ON THERE ASS'S?[/glow]

You all the sudden hear Alexander yelling.

NICE SKILLS YOU HAVE REMMY, YOU EVER WONDER WHERE YOU GOT THOSE SKILLS YOU TWIT? HUH? HAVE YOU?

Joe and Jin look at each other.

I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING...........

Alexander continues to yell in the background as Joe and Jin just smile.

[glow=blue,2,300]Lets take this bitch out once and for all. You with me?[/glow]

Joe puts out his hand, awaiting to see if Jin will shake it.