Rep ya Hood (Remmy)

[mg]

"Say what you say" comes on and the fans becomes quiet. He comes out and looks around foe noise makers. You can read his lips as he nods in approval "Thats much better"

Countines to walk down the ramp looking down the eyes of a noise maker. The noise maker was a muscular teenager(most likely a indy wrestler) and MG gets all in his face. The teenager pushes him back hard then MG slaps the taste out of his mouth. The guards grab MG and tries to reel him in but MG chokes him instead and pushes him back. MG walks on in the ring and looks around. He was wearing all his gang colors and repping his on set from Newark and Japan called TNN. He grabs a mic from the announcer and kicks him out the ring.

Right now, I'm no longer MG I'm Shawn Mack. The real me. The gangbanger from Newark New Jersey. I'm tired of being called fake! I'm tired of people saying that I'm copying a nigga named Adrien or better known as 187!

Boos

It pisses me off when people say it's a trend. Nigga it ain't a trend, I'm just more open about it then these punk asses. Man, I thought when I came here they was show me love. I was dead wrong! I got Jin hoe ass on my back everytime I see him about being fake! I'm not freaking fake! I lived for this gang =banger mess when I was a teenager! As soon as I got a chance to go to a good collage niggas wanna hate! They tell me I'm stuck! So behind their back I formed my own set called *He points at his head with every word* The New Nation!!!!

MG calms down

It was kind of a protection/get money set. We did anything to get money and it was the only way to stay in is getting money.

He pulls the bandana over his mouth like a bandit and grabs his othe one and wrap it around his head

Get out here! Don't come out dancing! Don't start none of your jokes! Come out with ya flags! All that s***

*MG gets on his knees* I'm begging you! Do what I say! If you wanna rep your widow 187 go ahead

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[Jayceon Williams]

Smash Sumthin' by Redman blares out across the PA system. Slowly but surely, that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy came walking through the backstage curtain. Smirk on his face. There was no need for dancing. He was too busy being ashamed at the display that MG was showing here tonight. It was so bad that all Remmy could do was shake his head in disappointment and laugh at the man in the ring. Reaching around behind his back, he pulls a microphone out from his back pocket and brings it around to the front of him. Motioning for his music to be turned off with his free hand, he looked down at the stage where MG was on his knees. Wow. Almost brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it? Once the music was off, Remmy stood at the stage. All eyes on him. Lifting the microphone up, he prepares to speak...

"My.... fuggin.... gawd.... Ain't this some of the saddest shit you've ever seen? Damn nyukka, got you kneeling on your knees begging for me to come on out. That's some sad shit if I ever seen it. Kind of brings some memories back, don't it? Alone, in your locker room, sitting on your knees, as you look up to the ceiling...."

Remmy drops to his knees on the stage. Looking up at the arena ceiling as he folded his fingers across the microphone. Looking as if he was praying. And in his best impression of MG's voice, he continues...

"God... This is Shawn Mack... I'm out here everyday and trying to get my "shine" on. Trying my hardest to be the very realest that I can pretend to be. There's only one problem though... Everybody still thinks that I absolutely suck!"

Lowering the microphone and his hands, he pushes himself off the stage to a standing position. Dusting himself off briefly, he looks back to the stage and raises the microphone up again....

"And then you sit there... Not getting an answer. Tears fill up in your eyes as you get up off the floor. You head into the bathroom and grab yourself some anti-depressants. Trying your hardest not to get angry... Cause for some reason you keep telling me not to make you angry. Cause I wouldn't like you when you're angry. RAWR! MG SMASH! And all that jazz..."

The crowd bursts into laughter at the Incredible Hulk joke at MG's expense. Remmy couldn't help but laugh as well. It was contagious. Shaking his head, as he calmed himself, he continued...

"Now... Here you go again talking about my nyukka 187. Here you go again talking all that noise about a nyukka who ain't even around anymore. And it's a damn shame that this is how you feel you need to make an impact. You need to speak on 187 and that is supposed to get you famous. You come out here and claim that you're not copying him up and down. Which is true. Cause you could never be 187. You could never even be on the same level as 187. Even if 187 gave you an instruction manual on how to be him, you still couldn't do it. You'd still fugg' it up. That nyukka was the original gangsta. You ain't nothing but an original pranksta."

Getting a more serious tone in his voice as he addressed the issue of his fallen brother from another mother once again...

"Being hood never became the cool thing to do until he emerged from the shadows three years ago and made it cool. After he came into existence and nyukkas knew that a man like him existed, all you nyukkas came out the wood works trying to imitate him. That old saying always stands true with him. Always imitated. Never duplicated. All you nyukkas can try your damn hardest, but you nyukkas will never get it right. You could try and make a carbon copy out of his genetic make up and you'd still fugg' it up. And you want to claim how hard and real you are. Where is the proof? You smacking up some kid? You trying to choke out security? Is that supposed to show how real you are? Ha! Try again. So, what is it that you want from me? You want me to walk down this ramp and slap the shit out of you too?"

[mg]

Look I never heard of 187 until my cousin came to Toronto in which I started to wrestle before him in New York. I never met him in person and I never faced him in a match. I don't know him. So I don't respect him and I felt like I started all this gangsta shit. I was wrong but when I was watching a couple of matches and I saw 187 and was like yo. Now I got some people to chill with. But hell no! You picked my ass right out of the crowd and started calling me fake. What the hells up with that! Now you pushed me to far and now I want you to rep the set that gave you your tears and we put it on the line! I'm not talking about "if I win I get have your set" NO!!! I mean it's my hood vs. your hood!!

MG raise off his knees

Now, you say that I'm trying to be on 187's level. No! I'm trying to create my levels establish myself as a big name in wrestling. I don't even know why your still joking because it freaking over. Get to reality man! To that joking because your not making 187 proud!

BOOS

[Jayceon Williams]

"So... Now you respect the nyukka 187, eh?"

Confusion came over him. What the hell? This nyukka switching up on him? Wow. Way to go and change your mind on how you feel now. Shaking his head. It was a smart choice, but it just coming from nowhere... Made no damn sense to him. Oh well. He shrugged his shoulders. Lifting the mic up again...

"Now that you see how bad nyukkas don't fugg' with you, now you got respect for a nyukka. Beforehand, you were all shitting on my nyukka cause he was supposedly in your way and holding your "shine" down with him just existing. Now that you see that hating on my nyukka isn't good for your health, you want to change? Sorry sir, but your logic is flawed. You can't turn back the hands of time now. You've already set shit up and fugged up your position in the world on 187. There's no turning back now. And me picking you out of the crowd and telling you you're fake is because I smell the bitch in you. I can see it in your eyes. If I was the reason that you felt you couldn't walk up to 187, then that proves how right I was. You letting me be the reason making you not go chill with 187 is obviously showing how much of a punk you really are."

He looked out to the fans nodding his head. It made sense. Letting another man control the way you act or how you make your decisions.... It's a punk move. You don't let no man control how you handle yourself. You don't let no man control your actions. That makes you look like less than a man yourself.

"I don't know. Maybe you're just a shy ass nyukka or maybe you're soft, like I said.... Who knows? You ain't been able to prove my theory wrong, therefore it stands. And you want me to rep my set? What set? You talking about AMW? America's Most Wanted nyukka? You don't want it with them boys. I'm telling ya. You don't want to collide with them cats. You won't be able to walk anywhere on this globe without getting rushed. We got Blood nyukkas, we got Crip nyukkas.... We got nyukkas from New York all the way as far as California."

He used his free hand to draw a sphere in front of him. Symbolizing he was talking about the entire world as he continued...

"We got nyukkas all over the globe. You seriously don't want war with them boys. They're constantly gaining in numbers and the sheer fact that you coming at 187's neck, you wouldn't want to push it any further with them. They don't play this wrestling shit. They're all about shoving cold blue steel in a nyukka jaw and blowing your mind. That's real shit. And I ain't even a hood nyukka. I ain't even going to claim I'm a gangsta. I'm not. I never claimed to be. People make the assumption from where I come from and who I hang with. I'm just an average man who will be damned if he let someone try and play him for a punk. "

[mg]

Jun 17, 2008 18:57:06 GMT -5 @mg said:

I never met him in person and I never faced him in a match. I don't know him. So I don't respect him and I felt like I started all this gangsta shit.

The Tron displayed those words over and over as they came out of MG mouth that way.

You don't listen! And I didn't get all shy about chill'n with 187. I thought "Ah since Jin is down with 187. 187 ain't gonna hve respect for me ethier" Right! That shit would have happened! He would have said the same shit you said. So I didn't waste my breath and he became a enemy because you was the enemy.

MG started to think "this guy will never listen".

AMW is only national. TNN is global! Yeah we got it all Euro, Japan, and USA. All of them don't have to bloods. We got Yakuza and the English Mafia also. Let me ask you how the hell did you get those tear drops.

[Jayceon Williams]

"Wow. That was creative. Take exactly what I said and switch the names. Really impressive. AMW is only national? Don't let the name fool you. Simply because the name state "America's Most Wanted," doesn't mean we're solely based in America. Nah. It simply means what the name says. We're the most wanted in America by the legal system. On a global scale, I can't tell you how many nyukkas all over the world want what we got. Ignorance is such sweet bliss, ain't it MG? Funny how you speak on things you know absolutely nothing about. It's hilarious. Oh well. You'll learn. Atleast, I'm hoping you'll learn. It'd be a shame if I taught you a lesson and it flew over your head. Fugg' it. We'll see what The New Nation has to offer."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"As for meeting 187, again, you let your ignorance get in the way. You think that just because one nyukka in the squad has an opinion, that's the way it is with everyone? Dude, check the damn history. I hung out with plenty of cats in this company that 187 had a strong disposition over. But he's a man, and I'm a man. We ain't going to let others we ride with fugg' up our friendship. Never that. Not unless it was something major, like a nyukka did some shit like slap his family up. If I hung out with a nyukka who slapped his family, that shit would be different. But I fugged with nyukkas in this company that only had business differences with him. You think that stopped us from being family? Nah. We let that shit sit on the sidelines cause it means nothing to us. He'd deal with them cats on his time and I'd chill with them cats on my time. It ain't disloyalty, it's being our own person. Like I said, don't let nyukkas control you. We both knew that. And that's how we handled ourselves in the family. Now, you keep questioning my teardrop tattoo... I ain't saying nothing about it. I plead the fifth. Unlike fake ass nyukkas like you... Real cats like me and the AMW don't flex shit. Nyukkas know from the gate who we are and what we're about. We don't need to speak on anything. People know off top when they look in our eyes what we can do. It's that simple. Only nyukkas like you who need to prove something boast about shit like that. That's real talk. Real nyukkas don't flex, bitch nyukkas are all talk."

[mg]

The only reason I asked you that question is because I wanted you to rep whatever you rep. But I knew every since I first met you. I'm just trying to unleash it so we can get this shit on the road. It ain't about shine and it ain't about 187 it's all about me proving myself top mutha fucka in this company and I want to finsh this shit with you. Let finsh this in a Last real Man Standing Match.

[Jayceon Williams]

"I don't represent any gang. People often get the tattoo teardrop misunderstood. Yes, there are multiple meanings and often times it signifies a gang related thing. Such as a family member dying, a member of the gang dying... Either by murder or other causes. My tattoo tear doesn't involve any gang. It's a symbolic tattoo for a fallen comrade of mine long ago that I don't wish to get into right now. It's not 187 either, cause I've had this forever."

Looking out to the crowd, he could see the concern in their faces. Guess they didn't know that someone as carefree as Remmy has some pain in his life too. Turning his attention back to MG, shaking off old memories. He continues...

"Anyways... Last Man Standing match? You've got yourself a deal MG. I'll be more than happy to finally put you asleep where you belong."

[mg]

MG nods his head, turns around, and goes in the crowd leaving threw the exit to his basement.

THE END