Invasion...

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

At the conclusion of the cluster***k that was naming the contenders for the Continental title at the next big pay per view, as everyone had left and the next match was to take place.. familiar music began to play.

Psychosexy by Sinisstar rings throughout the arena as the cameras pan like crazy, all over, searching for the invading men. Finally, half way through the first verse, the cameras catch them as they are right at ringside, on the opposite side of the barrier behind the commentators booth.

The fans erupt in support and cheers. Not all of them, but a good 80% of them, cause booing who the fans love is the cool thing to do for "bad asses" who want crowd heat.

Brent Starr & Alex Shoque are on camera, as the commentators continue to speculate who it is (morons) and don't look at their monitors. Finally, after letting them make fools of themselves, Starr reaches over and grabs a mic from the time keepers table.

Oh no boys and girls, what is LockUp coming to when Brent Starr isn't on the show. I think it's an atrocity, quite simple highway robbery. These fans deserve better, and believe me, it's going to get better.

Preach on Starr, preach on!

I can't believe what we just witnessed out here folks. An atrocity of epic proportions. A continental title match, inside an elimination chamber, and I wasn't named a contender. Wanna know why?

No need to tell them Brent, I'll handle it.
It's because that title has lost it's meaning. Crossfire holding it, is on par with a man holding a womens title. It's not right, it makes no sense, it loses fans attention and something has to be done about it. So, Brent was approached by management and.. well, tell them what you said Starr.

I told them. Hey, your the ones who put him in the title picture, your the ones who gave him the shot. You made your bed, now sleep in the wet spot. I'm not gonna lie, holding the belt, yeah, that'd be great and all, but.. I'm about new things. Taking things to a whole new level. Avenger showed me I wasn't supposed to be champ right now, so I've moved onto bigger and better things... tag team innovation.

Innovation in the tag team division with me, the SENSATION of Innovation, Alex "I am the future" Shoque. Please, hold the applause, just keep boycotting the unrightful champions. Because until those belts are around these waists, GCW is going to have to deal with us, night in, and night out, interrupting peoples promos. Sitting at ringside drawing the fans attention away from the action. Hogging the spotlight. Keeping the women away from the man whores who abuse them. Ultimately, we're preparing GCW for the future.

Ha, the future. The Future Shock era of things. Where we'll do what we want, when we want, to who we want, where we want. That means you might see Avenger out here with no face paint, because we took it, knocked out someone like Jack Jyndal and painted him up like a mime instead.

Or we might wash Christian Pryce's whites with our reds, so he's wearing pink to the ring, begging for people to take him seriously. And looking like Calloway is no way, to be taken seriously.

All in all, we will be your ticket to entertainment.

Your all nighter, super exciters.

The be all, end all, of your television watching experience.

Hell, we'll even cock block your favorite stars, just for the sake of forcing them into cold showers instead. Because we all know, the talent here other then us all blow...

Unless they all unleash their load. Like here on LockUp. The stars all think they're the viagra of the show. Forcing huge pops that last for hours. Well newsflash boys, the Shock is here, to block like your...

Speaking of Jean Bordeaux, where is that clever little prankster? He was the lone bright spot until we showed up on the scene.

Anyways, we'll just sit right here, and commentate loud and clear, overtop of these morons with headsets, and make sure these fans FINALLY get their moneys worth for attending this sideshow. And if anyone out there in the dungeon of the S&M show, want to come on out here and throw us out.

Just come on out, we got no problem hopping this barrier and showcasing why we are the best team, on the scene!

About this time they both sit down and continue to watch the show, just like the said they would

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

another match
no answer
no balls

Taking matters into their own hands, the duo hop the barrier and take center stage instead. Wielding microphones, taking chairs from ringside, the guys get into the ring, setup the chairs and sit down. Looking around the arena and letting the fans calm down a tad, they finally speak again.

I thought this was supposed to be the show of all shows, the roster of champions, and the supposed home of the best wrestlers in the world. What we're witnessing here is proof positive that LockUp has nothing to show in terms of balls, integrity and quite frankly, any sort of fortitude.

We said we would fight anyone. If your scared, I'll do it myself. I'm in better shape then I was last week when MG pulled off the upset of the century. Sorry Scott, he took your thunder. Take it out on him later.

Perhaps we need to address this situation in a more relatable wording.
What, we've got here is, failure to communicate. Some men, you just can't reach. Obviously this is the show of slack jawed yokels, and the unreachable in terms of intelligence, and worthiness of a good fight.

We never claimed to be the best! We never said we were the greatest! But if we continue to sit here, and go unanswered, unchallenged, and unaccepted, then we'll take the show on the road and go east if we have to. I hear they're in dire need of a tag team division revitalization.

Now let's not go and step on toes, or get you in trouble again Brent. Remember what happened last time you defended yourself and that came into conversation.

Oh yeah, suspended...

Exactly.. so here's how it's going to be. Either, one person comes out here to fight Brent Starr. Two people come out here and fight us as a tag team, or we'll go right into the back and grab any too wrestlers we see, not even caring if we interupt a conversation, a challenge, a meeting or anything. We'll grab them, drag them down here, and get a ref to officiate a beat down. It's your choice!

That it is, and if I was you guys in the back. I'd be looking to hide, or grow some damn balls and get out here, before we humiliate someone, and ruin their damn career as a wrestler with integrity to their name.

Again they sit, dead center of the ring. Waiting for any one, or two people to do something entertaining, rather then sit on their hands and hum show tunes.

[mg]

MG appears on the screen back stage in his locker room.

How dare you sit here and call out the best in this bizz. How dare you stand in my ring talk about bullshit for days. You and your butt buddy are about exit the arena right now!

All of a sudden all of his gang memebers start coming in from all over the arena. The crowds the entrance way. EVERYWHERE.

There's a question that was floating around for two weeks about who hurt you and shit. I know it's not hard enough to believe that I did it because I did!!! Boys finsh them.

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

The duo watch as atleast 8 men come from every direction. They look all business, as does the team in the ring. Rather then leaving the ring and being attacked, they stay in the middle, each folding a chair and holding it waiting for someone to come in. And the gang obliges, one by one as they slide in and run at either man, greeted by a chair shot.

With each thud and crack of a skull being hit by a chair, the crowd roars in approval.

Finally, 1 thug is left, and he is cornered by Starr and Shoque. He makes a run at Starr and catches a spinning back fist, as he turns around from impact, he's met by a pele backflip kick to the top of the head. Stumbling back, he's then given a spinning back thrust kick which sends him back, where Alex Shoque picks him up, doomsday style.

As Alex lifts him up, off his shoulders, holding onto the legs and thrusting him out to land on his stomache and face first, Starr leaps up and catches him by the head/throat and the duo execute a picture perfect "FUTURE SHOCK 2k6". The thug us laid out, and with MG still on the screen, Starr turns and picks up the mic from the side of the ring.

And what? Your punk thugs couldn't do shit to us you backstabbing street scum. You wanna put me out, come do it yourself. Man up and come finish the job MG.

Nah nah nah Brent. Let's let this one sink in for him. These were his boys, he's probably all teary eyed, and wants to down a forty, and bang a shorty. Let him go find some random punk in the back, train together, and come Pay Per View time, they can find us out here in the ring, two on two, and we can settle this once and for all.

Ya know what, let it be just that. MG, your punk ass is gonna pay. Dig up some other street scum, or hoodrat, and "holla" at us on pay per view. We know you can't turn down a big pay cheque, your foodstamps are even bouncing at the back alley crack head exchange. So come collect your money, and the ass kicking!

He then drops the mic, and they both leave the way they came, over the barrier and through the crowd.