Post by Jayceon Williams on Jan 24, 2009 16:05:58 GMT -5
The screen fades in from black. It was that time again. Time to get the party started. Time to get things cracking again. You know you couldn't be holding a tournament for a vacant championship without including GCW's number one player in the mix? That would be down right blasphemy. The screen fades in and we find that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy sitting at a desk. He's dressed in a fine, bright orange suit. A smirk was already on the face of Jin as he leaned forward on the desk and folded his hands together. It looked like some kind of news cast and Jin was the anchorman oozing awesomeness. It was time to get it started, so Jin opens up his promo with....
"Hey yoooooooooooooooooooo! Now TELL me you aren't trying to have a Continental Championship tournament without that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy? TELL me you aren't planning on putting that strap on some of the sorriest bunch of lames that I have seen in my life? Come on now. Do I really need to break it down for you and show you nyukkas why the only reasonable choice in the matter is Jin Remmy? If you really need a nyukka to run down all the names tossed in the hat so far... Then lemme show you why it's so ridiculous that you would even put these nyukkas in the same boat as me."
The camera shifts itself just a little bit so that there's a small open space beside where Jin was sitting. An image shows up on screen. That image was of Scott Manor.
"Now... Seriously? I mean.... SERIOUSLY?! What kind of sick, sad joke are we playing here. You're honestly going to put Scott Manor in the same league as me? He makes a mockery of everything that this championship stands for. He makes a mockery out of everything this business is made of. And this is the guy you want to be the poster child for GCW? You really want to diminish what little prestige that the Continental Championship has by slapping the belt across some incredibly immature loser like this fool? What the hell are you smoking and where can I get me some? You can't be serious by putting this nyukka in the tournament. You can't be serious. NEXT!"
The image of Scott Manor fades from the screen. It is replace by another image materializing in it's place. This time the image is that of "The Marvelous" Joe Bruiser. Instantly, Jin slams the palm of his taped hand into his forehead.
"Ugh.... Afro Boxer, huh? Good ol' Afro Boxer is trying to toss his FRO into the hat and claim another championship under his belt? Tsk, tsk... When the hell are you going to shave that silly thing off? You do realize that the 70's have been overwith for like.... FOREVER ago? Right? Come on nyukka. And you honestly think that you can rise up and become the Continental Champion too? Is it me or does Afro Boxer just not seem to get it when his time is over? I don't know. Maybe I'm just too mean, but I know the has beens when I see them. And there they are. Stop living off your past glories and man up. Make some new history for once. NEXT!"
The image of Joe Bruiser fades from the side of the screen. Jin shakes his head and takes in a deep breath. Exhaling a heavy sigh, the next image that appears on the side of the screen is of Brent Starr.
"*sigh...*Okay. There is sad. Then there's sad. And then there's SAD. And then there's Brent Starr. I mean... My GAWD... If there was EVER an award created for people who can't let the past be the past... Brent Starr would be one of the biggest nominees for that award. You seen this nyukkas promo? Spouting off at the mouth about crap that happened forever ago, but apparently it's still relevant in his mind cause he can't seem to just let it go already. Come on nyukka. It's 2009. Let it go already. Can we focus on what's going on right now? In the present? Yeah. Sure. Deja vu and whatever with what happened with the previous Continental Champion. But seriously? Digging up the old news? Blah... Some people are just stuck in the past over whatever bitter grudges no one even gives a damn about anymore. NEXT!"
Brent Starr's image fades from the screen. Moving onto to the next one down the list for the pyroclastic words of one Jin Remmy. The next image on the list to pop up was newcomer "Better Than Perfection" Jerry Massey. And again, causes Jin to simply face palm.
"So... Here we have another one of your average run of the mill "I'm so much better than you" cocky guys who believe they're the best thing since sliced bread. And to top it off, he still holds onto what little glory he has left by bringing up dead issues from the past in order to attempt to confirm why he should have the Continental Championship around his waist. Seriously.... Jerry Massey... All I heard was "Blah, blah... I'm cool! Blah, blah... My respect! Blah, blah... Gimme the title!" Honestly... Prove to the world that you've got what it takes to stick around in this business before you make claims for the top ranking belt. Maybe you'd get just a little more respect. But compared to that nyukka Jin Remmy? HA! No competition whatsoever. NEXT!"
Jerry Massey's image fades off the screen and right after it's gone, it's replaced with another image. The next person on the list of nyukkas in the tournament would be Angel Fyre. A disappointed look crosses Jin's face. It seems to be getting worse and worse as he keeps going down the list.
"Ugh... Who wants to be Angel Fyre? Is that the question that's on your mind? Who wouldn't want to be Angel Fyre? A better question to ask... Who WOULD want to be Angel Fyre? Certainly not me. If anything, it's Angel Fyre who wants to be that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. Let's break down what Angel Fyre is.... Another run of the mill, "I'm better than you" kind of nyukkas with an ego big enough to be used as a hot air balloon. You're nothing special Angel Fyre. You're nothing that the people haven't seen before. What I see when I look at you nyukka is another Jerry Massey. Who is another Brent Starr. Who is another Afro Boxer. And the list goes on and on of nyukkas who can be cloned on a daily basis. It's like theres a factory out there somewhere producing overhyped, egotistal, lame losers who believe they're God's Gift to the wrestling world. Really now... All I can say is... NEXT!"
The same old cycle continues. The image disappears from the screen and another materializes in it's place to signal the next person on Jin's list of current contenders going for the Continental Championship. The next person on the list comes Christian Pryce.
"Mr. Personality. What're you calling yourself these days? What was it again? Hero of Destiny? A hero? You're going to sit there and call yourself a hero? Superman, as lame as he is, is a hero. Batman is a hero. Firemen, Serpico's, doctors... Those are heros. You? Christian Pryce? A hero? HA! If you're a hero... Then say hello to the bad guy nyukka. Cause Jin mothafuggin' Remmy is coming to town and he's going to tear it up. Prepare for hellfire and brimstone to rain from the skies when that nyukka Remmy comes around. You better leave that boy alone. Cause if they don't, you know they goin' come back on 'em. And they don't want him to come back strong, I wouldn't dare get that boy goin'. I said leave that boy alone, cause y'all don't know him. That there boy, he out cold *points to Pryce's picture* And that there boy, he been known to stir some shit up when he in that zone. *points to himself.* HAHA! NEXT!"
The cycle goes on again. Christian Pryce's image fades away from the side of the screen. Jin adjusts himself in his seat and straightens up to orange suit he's wearing. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls a royal blue hankerchief from it. Dabbing his forehead with the hankerchief, a smirk forms on his face again. Jin stuffs the hankerchief back into his breast pocket and the next images forms on the screen. The next one to feel the verbal thrashing of Jin Remmy was Daniel Justice.
"How pathetic... A nyukka gets caught up on a murder charge, red handed I might add, and apparently he's not guilty? Alright O.J., you're not guilty alright. You were only found at the crime scene with the murder weapon in your hand and apparently you're not the guilty one. Hmm... I wonder... Gah... Quit pretending. You know you did it and you're just too piss scared to serve your time. And you honestly believe that you should have a shot at the Continental Championship? I don't know whether you're slow, simple, or just plain stupid. If I find that you're on the other side of the ring against ME? I got one word for ya.... MURDAAAAAAAAAAA. HAHA! We'll see just how really bad you are Daniel Justice. NEXT!"
Another pause for the image switch. Down goes Daniel Justice's picture and up comes a man who Jin knows all too well. That man was Jack Jyndal, a personal enemy of Jin from a little heated feud with his faction Natural Selection over the views they expressed over the passing of his good friend Tha Infamous 187. A devious grin forms on the face Jin as he's delighted to see this man.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't my good ol' buddy from The Natural Selection squad... Jack Jyndal. Now you KNOW for a fact that you're NO WHERE near the same league as that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. You know for a fact that I beat you ugly when the season ended. And you're coming back for a second helping? Well I got your two piece and your biscuits right here nyukka. Hahaha. I don't even need to go any further with you. You already know where you stand with me nyukka. Consider that ass fuggin' owned if you get stuck in the ring with me again. Don't get your panties in a bunch and get your little buddies to come with you to the ring. You bring yourself and I'll bring the pain nyukka. NEXT!"
Jack Jyndal's image fades out and we have it replaced with the next face on the list. That face would belong to the very first Continental Champion in GCW, The Avenger. Oh, the memories...
"Whoa. Deja vu again. The Avenger... Hahahaha... Ain't this just a coinky-dink? Our first ever Continental Champion throwing his card into the hat for tournament. This nyukka was the reason why I was eliminated from the original tournament for this belt last season. And it seems like this nyukka is going to try and make history repeat itself. Well, lemme tell you this... NOT THIS TIME. Better pray to whoever the hell you pray to that you don't find yourself stuck with the likes of Jin mothafuggin' Remmy... You'll lose more than just your mime face paint fuggin' around with me. I guaran-damn-tee that this year will be different. It's the Year of the Bad Guy nyukka. And you better bet your ass that the nyukka Remmy is going to get what he rightfully deserves. I ain't playing second banana to no one this year. Better believe it. NEXT!"
Another one bites the dust. And another down, and another one down, and another one bites the dust. Down goes Avenger's image and the next man on the list goes up. Gah... How many damn people are going to be in this tournament? Gah.... Up goes the next man on the list. That would be Jame Hunter's image materializing on the side of the screen.
"Hmmm... This is the new and improved James Hunter? What's different? Did they rebuild him? They had the technology? I mean... I don't necessarily see what's the big deal he's making about this. Working it harder? Making it better? Doing it faster? Making you stronger? REALITY CHECK! Just because it's a new year doesn't make you new and improved. You better PROVE that you're ontop of your game before you make any claims for the Continental Championship. And that's a fact, Mr. Hunter. Don't find yourself in the ring with me, cause I'll be damned if I'm going to allow myself to lost to someone like you. And on that note.... NEXT!"
The image of Jame Hunter is taken down from the screen and replaced with the final name on the list. Yes. Finally. The last name on the list of contestants... So far... Anyways.... The image put up in it's place is of.... What...? DAMNIT! ...Turbo Negro's image pops up on the screen and it's that gawd awful banner of him parading himself about for the championship.
"Ugh... What the hell?! He got me too!? GAH! Tell me.... What kind of fuggin' grown man walks around in a damn Power Ranger costume? Seriously.... Mr. IncogNEGRO.... It's bad enough you come dancing around in some cheap Halloween costume, but then you holla and hoot like a damn moron. You should really just let your little buddy do all the talking and keep your trap shut. I'm actually looking forward to seeing you in the ring. I'm actually intrigued what kind of kid they pulled from the mental health insittute to stuff in GCW roster. If I catch you in the ring against me? Consider that ass laid down for the count of three before the bell even rings."
Turbo Negro's image fades off of the screen. The camera shifts over to the right. Making Jin centered in the screen now. He leans forward and folds his hands again. That smirk still spread across his face. He knew he rubbed a lot of people the wrong way just now. Does he care? Nah. Not in the slightest bit. He hoped people took issue with what he had said. Jin was a man on a mission this season. And that mission was to secure his spot as one of the many greats in this industry. After the major flop of his rookie year last season, he had a lot of lost time to make up.
"Anyways... If anything isn't clear to you nyukkas or you need some kind of closure... Please, please call my publicist Haywood Jablowme. Take care nyukkas. I'll be seeing some of you in the ring and you better be ready. Make way nyukkas.... There's a bad guy coming through. AHA!!!"
With that said, the lights dim, and Jin looks away from the camera. Talking to someone offscreen, just like any other news cast. But, of course, you wouldn't be able to hear what they're saying cause some generic music was playing over with the credits rolling on down the screen before the eventual fading to black.
"Hey yoooooooooooooooooooo! Now TELL me you aren't trying to have a Continental Championship tournament without that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy? TELL me you aren't planning on putting that strap on some of the sorriest bunch of lames that I have seen in my life? Come on now. Do I really need to break it down for you and show you nyukkas why the only reasonable choice in the matter is Jin Remmy? If you really need a nyukka to run down all the names tossed in the hat so far... Then lemme show you why it's so ridiculous that you would even put these nyukkas in the same boat as me."
The camera shifts itself just a little bit so that there's a small open space beside where Jin was sitting. An image shows up on screen. That image was of Scott Manor.
"Now... Seriously? I mean.... SERIOUSLY?! What kind of sick, sad joke are we playing here. You're honestly going to put Scott Manor in the same league as me? He makes a mockery of everything that this championship stands for. He makes a mockery out of everything this business is made of. And this is the guy you want to be the poster child for GCW? You really want to diminish what little prestige that the Continental Championship has by slapping the belt across some incredibly immature loser like this fool? What the hell are you smoking and where can I get me some? You can't be serious by putting this nyukka in the tournament. You can't be serious. NEXT!"
The image of Scott Manor fades from the screen. It is replace by another image materializing in it's place. This time the image is that of "The Marvelous" Joe Bruiser. Instantly, Jin slams the palm of his taped hand into his forehead.
"Ugh.... Afro Boxer, huh? Good ol' Afro Boxer is trying to toss his FRO into the hat and claim another championship under his belt? Tsk, tsk... When the hell are you going to shave that silly thing off? You do realize that the 70's have been overwith for like.... FOREVER ago? Right? Come on nyukka. And you honestly think that you can rise up and become the Continental Champion too? Is it me or does Afro Boxer just not seem to get it when his time is over? I don't know. Maybe I'm just too mean, but I know the has beens when I see them. And there they are. Stop living off your past glories and man up. Make some new history for once. NEXT!"
The image of Joe Bruiser fades from the side of the screen. Jin shakes his head and takes in a deep breath. Exhaling a heavy sigh, the next image that appears on the side of the screen is of Brent Starr.
"*sigh...*Okay. There is sad. Then there's sad. And then there's SAD. And then there's Brent Starr. I mean... My GAWD... If there was EVER an award created for people who can't let the past be the past... Brent Starr would be one of the biggest nominees for that award. You seen this nyukkas promo? Spouting off at the mouth about crap that happened forever ago, but apparently it's still relevant in his mind cause he can't seem to just let it go already. Come on nyukka. It's 2009. Let it go already. Can we focus on what's going on right now? In the present? Yeah. Sure. Deja vu and whatever with what happened with the previous Continental Champion. But seriously? Digging up the old news? Blah... Some people are just stuck in the past over whatever bitter grudges no one even gives a damn about anymore. NEXT!"
Brent Starr's image fades from the screen. Moving onto to the next one down the list for the pyroclastic words of one Jin Remmy. The next image on the list to pop up was newcomer "Better Than Perfection" Jerry Massey. And again, causes Jin to simply face palm.
"So... Here we have another one of your average run of the mill "I'm so much better than you" cocky guys who believe they're the best thing since sliced bread. And to top it off, he still holds onto what little glory he has left by bringing up dead issues from the past in order to attempt to confirm why he should have the Continental Championship around his waist. Seriously.... Jerry Massey... All I heard was "Blah, blah... I'm cool! Blah, blah... My respect! Blah, blah... Gimme the title!" Honestly... Prove to the world that you've got what it takes to stick around in this business before you make claims for the top ranking belt. Maybe you'd get just a little more respect. But compared to that nyukka Jin Remmy? HA! No competition whatsoever. NEXT!"
Jerry Massey's image fades off the screen and right after it's gone, it's replaced with another image. The next person on the list of nyukkas in the tournament would be Angel Fyre. A disappointed look crosses Jin's face. It seems to be getting worse and worse as he keeps going down the list.
"Ugh... Who wants to be Angel Fyre? Is that the question that's on your mind? Who wouldn't want to be Angel Fyre? A better question to ask... Who WOULD want to be Angel Fyre? Certainly not me. If anything, it's Angel Fyre who wants to be that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. Let's break down what Angel Fyre is.... Another run of the mill, "I'm better than you" kind of nyukkas with an ego big enough to be used as a hot air balloon. You're nothing special Angel Fyre. You're nothing that the people haven't seen before. What I see when I look at you nyukka is another Jerry Massey. Who is another Brent Starr. Who is another Afro Boxer. And the list goes on and on of nyukkas who can be cloned on a daily basis. It's like theres a factory out there somewhere producing overhyped, egotistal, lame losers who believe they're God's Gift to the wrestling world. Really now... All I can say is... NEXT!"
The same old cycle continues. The image disappears from the screen and another materializes in it's place to signal the next person on Jin's list of current contenders going for the Continental Championship. The next person on the list comes Christian Pryce.
"Mr. Personality. What're you calling yourself these days? What was it again? Hero of Destiny? A hero? You're going to sit there and call yourself a hero? Superman, as lame as he is, is a hero. Batman is a hero. Firemen, Serpico's, doctors... Those are heros. You? Christian Pryce? A hero? HA! If you're a hero... Then say hello to the bad guy nyukka. Cause Jin mothafuggin' Remmy is coming to town and he's going to tear it up. Prepare for hellfire and brimstone to rain from the skies when that nyukka Remmy comes around. You better leave that boy alone. Cause if they don't, you know they goin' come back on 'em. And they don't want him to come back strong, I wouldn't dare get that boy goin'. I said leave that boy alone, cause y'all don't know him. That there boy, he out cold *points to Pryce's picture* And that there boy, he been known to stir some shit up when he in that zone. *points to himself.* HAHA! NEXT!"
The cycle goes on again. Christian Pryce's image fades away from the side of the screen. Jin adjusts himself in his seat and straightens up to orange suit he's wearing. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls a royal blue hankerchief from it. Dabbing his forehead with the hankerchief, a smirk forms on his face again. Jin stuffs the hankerchief back into his breast pocket and the next images forms on the screen. The next one to feel the verbal thrashing of Jin Remmy was Daniel Justice.
"How pathetic... A nyukka gets caught up on a murder charge, red handed I might add, and apparently he's not guilty? Alright O.J., you're not guilty alright. You were only found at the crime scene with the murder weapon in your hand and apparently you're not the guilty one. Hmm... I wonder... Gah... Quit pretending. You know you did it and you're just too piss scared to serve your time. And you honestly believe that you should have a shot at the Continental Championship? I don't know whether you're slow, simple, or just plain stupid. If I find that you're on the other side of the ring against ME? I got one word for ya.... MURDAAAAAAAAAAA. HAHA! We'll see just how really bad you are Daniel Justice. NEXT!"
Another pause for the image switch. Down goes Daniel Justice's picture and up comes a man who Jin knows all too well. That man was Jack Jyndal, a personal enemy of Jin from a little heated feud with his faction Natural Selection over the views they expressed over the passing of his good friend Tha Infamous 187. A devious grin forms on the face Jin as he's delighted to see this man.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't my good ol' buddy from The Natural Selection squad... Jack Jyndal. Now you KNOW for a fact that you're NO WHERE near the same league as that nyukka Jin mothafuggin' Remmy. You know for a fact that I beat you ugly when the season ended. And you're coming back for a second helping? Well I got your two piece and your biscuits right here nyukka. Hahaha. I don't even need to go any further with you. You already know where you stand with me nyukka. Consider that ass fuggin' owned if you get stuck in the ring with me again. Don't get your panties in a bunch and get your little buddies to come with you to the ring. You bring yourself and I'll bring the pain nyukka. NEXT!"
Jack Jyndal's image fades out and we have it replaced with the next face on the list. That face would belong to the very first Continental Champion in GCW, The Avenger. Oh, the memories...
"Whoa. Deja vu again. The Avenger... Hahahaha... Ain't this just a coinky-dink? Our first ever Continental Champion throwing his card into the hat for tournament. This nyukka was the reason why I was eliminated from the original tournament for this belt last season. And it seems like this nyukka is going to try and make history repeat itself. Well, lemme tell you this... NOT THIS TIME. Better pray to whoever the hell you pray to that you don't find yourself stuck with the likes of Jin mothafuggin' Remmy... You'll lose more than just your mime face paint fuggin' around with me. I guaran-damn-tee that this year will be different. It's the Year of the Bad Guy nyukka. And you better bet your ass that the nyukka Remmy is going to get what he rightfully deserves. I ain't playing second banana to no one this year. Better believe it. NEXT!"
Another one bites the dust. And another down, and another one down, and another one bites the dust. Down goes Avenger's image and the next man on the list goes up. Gah... How many damn people are going to be in this tournament? Gah.... Up goes the next man on the list. That would be Jame Hunter's image materializing on the side of the screen.
"Hmmm... This is the new and improved James Hunter? What's different? Did they rebuild him? They had the technology? I mean... I don't necessarily see what's the big deal he's making about this. Working it harder? Making it better? Doing it faster? Making you stronger? REALITY CHECK! Just because it's a new year doesn't make you new and improved. You better PROVE that you're ontop of your game before you make any claims for the Continental Championship. And that's a fact, Mr. Hunter. Don't find yourself in the ring with me, cause I'll be damned if I'm going to allow myself to lost to someone like you. And on that note.... NEXT!"
The image of Jame Hunter is taken down from the screen and replaced with the final name on the list. Yes. Finally. The last name on the list of contestants... So far... Anyways.... The image put up in it's place is of.... What...? DAMNIT! ...Turbo Negro's image pops up on the screen and it's that gawd awful banner of him parading himself about for the championship.
"Ugh... What the hell?! He got me too!? GAH! Tell me.... What kind of fuggin' grown man walks around in a damn Power Ranger costume? Seriously.... Mr. IncogNEGRO.... It's bad enough you come dancing around in some cheap Halloween costume, but then you holla and hoot like a damn moron. You should really just let your little buddy do all the talking and keep your trap shut. I'm actually looking forward to seeing you in the ring. I'm actually intrigued what kind of kid they pulled from the mental health insittute to stuff in GCW roster. If I catch you in the ring against me? Consider that ass laid down for the count of three before the bell even rings."
Turbo Negro's image fades off of the screen. The camera shifts over to the right. Making Jin centered in the screen now. He leans forward and folds his hands again. That smirk still spread across his face. He knew he rubbed a lot of people the wrong way just now. Does he care? Nah. Not in the slightest bit. He hoped people took issue with what he had said. Jin was a man on a mission this season. And that mission was to secure his spot as one of the many greats in this industry. After the major flop of his rookie year last season, he had a lot of lost time to make up.
"Anyways... If anything isn't clear to you nyukkas or you need some kind of closure... Please, please call my publicist Haywood Jablowme. Take care nyukkas. I'll be seeing some of you in the ring and you better be ready. Make way nyukkas.... There's a bad guy coming through. AHA!!!"
With that said, the lights dim, and Jin looks away from the camera. Talking to someone offscreen, just like any other news cast. But, of course, you wouldn't be able to hear what they're saying cause some generic music was playing over with the credits rolling on down the screen before the eventual fading to black.
