Scoping Out the Competition [O2A]

[jj]

a smurk appears on jack's face for a moment, before he speaks....

Jealous? Jealous of Jon Pryor, no no no, I'm simply warning you, if somehow you become champion, which is highly doubtful. You see Jon, I am not jealous of anyone else, infact it's the opposite, but you can tell yourself what you want if it makes you sleep better at night..... BUT...

Jack's smurk disappears, and he moves in closer...

What I don't like is some disrespectful dumbass like you plastering up your little banner after my good freind makes his retirement speech... And Pryor I swear to god on my mothers soul, you WILL pay dearly for that, I'm just waiting for this little tournament to end for you, and then you're day will come to pay for the BS you've pulled...

Jack takes one last gulp of his Coke, finishing it off, crumples up the can and throws it into a garbage bin....

And if ya didn't get that.... then you don't know Jack shit.

Jack then stares Pryor down for a few more seconds before turning and making his way to the locker room...

[Jayceon Williams]

"Slow.... Simple... Or just plain stupid... Can't really pick which would be the best way to describe Jack Jyndal. How about... All of the above? Gah... Smashed him and his whole faction last season... Wonder what became of Natural Selection? Seeing how Cal Crossfire just up and retires like the lame he is. Guess if Jack Jyndal and Steve Toreno don't have someone telling them which way to go, they'll like blind dogs chasing cars... It's really a shame. Oh well."

...says Jin, thinking out loud to himself at another little stint of hostility being brought his way during his encounter with Jon Pryor. This is how you know you're doing your job well. When you've got people pissed off at you. First MG's little temper tantrum, and now Jack Jyndal's hissy fit. Guess you could Jin Remmy and Jon Pryor aren't too different? Both excellent athletes and even better at pissing people off. Shaking his head, Jin cracks open the bottle of water Jon tossed his and took a sip. Three different drinks on his person now... He's going to need to go to the bathroom later.

"Anyways... Hopefully no other lames who have had the misfortune of getting in the way of myself and you decide to come walking past here.... Would be a shame if we had to embarass them.... When the only people this concerns right now is myself, you Jon Pryor, and Christian Pryce. Gluttons for punishment... What a shame. We'll see what happens tonight, Jon. Better watch your ass out there. Would hate for you to blame your loss on something as pathetic as you losing focus on what's really important."

[Jon Pryor]

"I'd blame the water first. It's what I'm good at."

He nods to Jyndal leaving. Answer number one, solved... "And I don't even get what his deal is. Cal's already been forgotten by the masses, just like I was when I died. Twice. Maybe he'll have to get his head out of his ass and see that the moment you're gone... you're irrelevant. Just like Crossfire is. How he's holding some bullshit over someone that just appears for a second this year to say, sorry, I won the big one and now I quit is asinine. I'd be ashamed if it was my assosciate that did that.

Figures. Go get your seat. I need to go and address the thousands of die-hard, momentary fans just what kind of situation they're looking forward to later in the night. Wouldn't want you to miss it."

Jon nodded at Jin, then the girl, before walking past the camera, putting his hand over the lense for a moment. He was on his way to address Pryce.

[Nattie Roxx]

Throughout this entire ordeal, Nattie found a nice-comfy plastic chair, and sat on it, watching this entire commotion for what she assumed was for their equivalent of a World title. She didn't recognize any of the people, but they all seemed to know each other, however bitter each person's opinion of each other was. Taking a sip of her bottled water, she watched. Watched, watched, and watched, as no one was even a gentlemen enough to formally introduce themselves to her; well except for Remmy, but that was until an entire mountain of testosterone decided to invade there otherwise pleasant conversation.

She laughed, smirked, and wondered how such a strap of gold could influence such hatred for each other. Wondered how suddenly that strap of gold meant they had the right to be rude to pretty much everything else. But of course, that didn't matter much, because Nattie had an insignificant bottle of water in her hands. Getting up from her seat, she walked away from the scene, towards the camera person, and stuck out her shirt, which read "SMACK PIZZA!" She then smiled before leaving, and said, "The official pizza for Global Championship Wrestling. Eat there. You can be just like these guys!"