Epic (Remmy, then Invite)

[Jon Pryor]

"Ladies and Gentlemen..." said the ring announcer, standing in front of a buzzing crowd in the middle of the ring, "Introducing, the NEW GCW World Champion..."

"Save Yourself" starts, as the stage erupts in a wall of flames. Jon Pryor, dressed in a suit walks out with his championship on his shoulders, standing amongst the fire and looking throughout the crowd.

"JON PRYOR!!!!"

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He unholsters his championship, looking at its faceplate before lifting the belt high in the air. Oh, this felt right. Once again, he was the champion, and he knew damn well that he wasn't going to give this up for a very, very long time.

Placing the belt back on his shoulder, he walks down the ramp, smirking at those that still hated on him, even at some Remmy-support signs. God they made his job that much more fun. Stepping up the steps, he finally steps through the ropes after a long stare at the fans in the front row before walking to the announcer, and receiving her microphone from her. She stepped through the ropes with Jon's assistance, before he finally stepped back into the middle of the ring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself, just one more time. My name is Jonathan Pryor, and I am your new GCW World Champion!" An eruption of boos. "That's right, that same, formerly dead man that placed all of you to blame for his method of taking a sabbatical... that very man that ran down your favorites, that very man that took Jin Remmy to not only my own, but his limits and beyond, stand before you with the task of raising the prestige of this new GCW World Championship.

Y'know, not too long ago... This nation elected its first African American President... right out of this very state. His task? To revitalize the American Dream, to get the American people back to work, to basically turn the country around. I, am in a similar predicament. I am tasked with repairing this championship from a year's worth of horrible champions. I am tasked with repairing this championship from those that couldn't cut the mustard and split... hell, you may as well put this company on my shoulders like I've done before to repair it from those that have chosen to split! You see, as that man, and this nation chanted back then, I too, take up the same motto.

Yes, I can!"

Bazztard: So, let me get this straight... Jon Pryor wins a belt and he suddenly thinks he's Barack Obama?"

Graciela: "Well, that's normally how it goes, isn't it?"

"Quiet. The man's a genius!"

"Gawd...." Graciela uttered in a defeated motion for the idiotic man next to her, while the fans made sure to serenade Pryor with their hate.

"Boo all that you want... you're nothing more than a Rush Limbaugh thinking he has a say in what goes on! The fact of the matter is this, I've got the belt, and I've got the ability, and it's going to be me, ONLY me that brings this belt bac-..."

He stops, as the opening notes of "Bad to the Bone" hit the speakers.[/center]

[Jayceon Williams]

Bazztard: "Uh oh! Here comes Jin Remmy!"

Graciela: "FINALLY... Someone to shut Jon Pryor's trap."

Bazztard: "But who's that with him?"

...And just as his theme music hit, Jin Remmy pushed his way through the backstage curtain. He wasn't coming alone either. Not at all. Accompanying him on his way down to the ring was his newly acquired 'business partner.' His eyes focused on Jon Pryor in the ring as the fans roared from their seats at the sight of him. Jin pointed at him as he walked down the ramp, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. Mouthing something like "Better watch your ass."

Graciela: "That's GCW Debutante Aphrodite!"

Bazztard: "What's she doing mixed up with a guy like Jin Remmy for?"

He walked around to the side of the ring and headed on up the steel steps. Jin's new business partner following close behind him. He stepped across the ring apron, turning his attention to the fans with a little bounce in his step. Turning to his business partner, he nodded his head to her. He reached down and grabbed the middle rope. Then he stepped down on the bottom rope, making a wide opening for his business partner to climb on through. Once she made it into the ring, Jin climbed through the ropes himself. Inside the ring, Jin reached around behind himself and grabbed the microphone that was sticking out of his back pocket. He brought the microphone around in front of him. Jin then began to wave his free hand across his neck, motioning for his theme music to be cut off. Didn't take long for the staff in the back to cut off the music.

Graciela: "Guess we'll find out in a second, now won't we?"

Jin lifted the microphone in his hand up to his lips. Stepping right up to Jon Pryor and looking him dead in the eyes. He began to speak...

"Now.... TELL ME... You weren't just about to introduce yourself as the new GCW World Champion without inviting me to the party, now were ya?"

The fans proceed to cheer for Jin Remmy as he speaks...

"That'd be just plain ridiculous, huh? That's just downright blasphemous. I know you didn't forget to invite me to your little introduction as the new champion. Of course not. Before I forget... Congratulations, Champ. You did it. You beat me. Congratulations, nyukka. Hope you're enjoying that strap. Hope you're keeping it nice and warm on your shoulder. Sorry to burst your little bubble, but uhhh... Don't get too comfortable with that championship. You're only renting it for the time being. You see... I bet you were thinking that after Absolution... You were going to be done with me. Heh, guess what Champ? UH-UH!"

He shook his head from side to side briefly. Pausing for a moment. Then he continued...

"No. Not by a long shot there, Champ. You beat me. Sure. After a good 30 miniutes of killing each other in the ring... Bleeding... Beaten... Barely able to stand up... We ended the match with a tie. Amanda Wallace couldn't have that. Nah. She needed a definitely winner. So... The match was restarted. Next fall ends the match. And what happens? You manage to pick me up and slam me on the mat. And you collapse right there over top of me... Leaving the referee to make the only logical decision from his point of view... Taking this as a pin and giving you the three count while we both lay on the mat.... Exhausted. But... I'm not here to complain. I'm not going to call it luck. I'm not going to call it a fluke. A win is a win. And you happened to be that winner... But don't think for a second that it stops there.... Nah. You see... I'm not done. I'm not satisfied just yet. And I damn sure am NOT going to let these fans suffer with someone like you as the champion. "

Jin turns his attention to Aphrodite. She was reaching out for the microphone in Jin's hand. A laugh escapes him as he flips the microphone in his hand. Then he offers it to his new business partner to let her speak her mind...

[Aphrodite]

She wrapped her elegant fingers around the microphone before her gold eyes met Jon's.

"Hello there, Jonathan. Allow me to introduce myself as well. Since you are more than well acquainted with my partner... it only feels right that you should know that I, Aphrodite, have taken it upon myself to pursue his best interests.

A slight courtesy bow.

"And, what we've come to realize is this. You're not suited to be the champion at all.

No offense, of course.

But, before you get mad, and decide to go on a rant, hear me out.

See, one year ago, the wrestling world as we knew it thought that Jon Pryor was just another sad wrestling casualty. Joined among the ranks of Eddie Guerrero, Owen Hart, so on and so forth. We really did... and they wept. Maybe."

She can see Jon's facial expressions change to something of an interruptive tone, so she puts a halt to that, her finger pressed against his lips.

"I'm not done yet.

See, everyone was relieved, although feeling much deceived, to discover that you were alive. But, one has to wonder what such a time off has done to your psychological well being. You seemed to grow obsessive. Like you couldn't live without your championship. Even when the past came back to meet you face to face."

She knew that she had struck a nerve there. His expression had changed almost instantaneously.

"If we can roll the reminder, please?"

Aphrodite motioned to the jumbotron, as security footage of the hallway on Jon and Aphrodite's floor showed. Jon's door opened as Aphrodite came out of her own suite, with Lilith damn near in tears walking out of Jon's room.

"Heart-wrenching reminder, isn't it? Your ex... was it wife? Fiance? What have you?

It comes after these many events, that we have just come to the solution of this, and we took our case to the office of Amanda Wallace herself.

You're not fit to be the Champion. To regain its prestige. To blossom it into what this company deserves. That man, is my assosciate, Jin Remmy... and Amanda has agreed to set up, in a match type to be named by her later, Jon Pryor against Jin Remmy, for the GCW World Championship at Absolution!"

"Whoa, Remmy vs Pryor II!"

"John, I have goosebumps! This is huge!"

"Would you shut up, it looks like the Champ is about to speak..."

[Jon Pryor]

The cheers were deafening, but the annoyance was growing with this little interruption... especially with the little security footage that Aphrodite just saw fit to show. "Right, so I've only gotta beat you again? Ladies and Gentlemen, you're looking at your GCW World Champion for a very, long, time."

He lowered the microphone to a chorus of boos. To add more insult to injury, he raised his championship up to the crowd, pointing to it with the microphone before turning to Remmy, the belt high in the air.

"It's funny, Remmy, since I'm assuming that you sent your little cheerleader to the office there to get this taken care of. Seems pretty childish of you, but hey, this is the guy that went all about "He's scared! Oooooo He's Scared!" he said, in a mocking tone, "Right up until I bloodied you up and beat you in the middle of the ring! It don't matter HOW it happened, but it happened! You want to play little scared games? Lets give you a refresher then... about how long did it take for me to take the lead? Maybe six minutes? If you're lucky and I yawned before pinning you? Yeah, you're a real bright one, but hey, if it's going to be like that for Ascension, I say bring i..-*"

Another theme music hit the airwaves, something Jon hadn't heard before.

"NOW WHAT??"

TBC Invited

[jj]

The them was Impossible by Manafest, a theme not only Jon Pryor wasn’t familiar with, but a theme the fans weren’t accustomed to either. The chorus of boos towards Pryor turned into a mixed reaction as the many fans saw the name on the giant titan tron. It was The Jack Jyndal. And as expected, Jack walks out from the back, mic in hand, looking a little different than his usual look though. Wearing a black touque, black shades, a leather jacket over top of a graphic t-shirt, daek toned jeans and a more scruffy unshaven looking beard than normal. But his appearance was one of the only changes, Jack was actually getting a lot of cheers, and fan support unlike the usual overwhelming boos. This was a new Jack Jyndal, that was for sure... As he strolled down the stage and ramp way, Jack held the mic up to his mouth...

Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on just a damn second....

Jyndal stopped before entering the ring, then looked at Remmy, then Pryor, and to show his true thoughts towards both men. After a moment he continued up the steps and into the ring, looked at both men again, and finally decided to speak....

Wow.... so This is GCW’s idea of bringing prestige back to it’s major title?... Good thing I came out here then eh? I mean look at this. We have a champion, if you could even really call him that, who likes to dress up in power ranger costumes and disrespect the whole roster with his BS... And we have a challenger that really should still be fighting with all those second rate stars who fill out the rest of the card... And then we have...

After addressing Pryor and Remmy, Jack turns to Aphrodite for a moment....

We have some random debutante who is OBVIOUSLY undressing me with eyes right now... Don’t deny it, your not alone....

Fans actually begin to rally behind Jack.....

But, the reason I am out here, is something I am DEAD serious about... Right Pryor?

Jyndal turns to face the world champion, walks up and removes his sunglasses....

You see there’s a certain thing called respect. You may have heard of it. But Jon Pryor has not heard of it... If you remember correctly, last season I was in a faction with a man by the name of Cal Crossfire... Not the most respected man in GCW, but a man that I became friends with, almost as close as brothers... Now on screen GCW broke Cal away from my faction, and made it seem that me and him had bad blood amongst each other, but that was onscreen... In reality, me and Cal remained, and still are friends... Now you may be wondering how this affects Jon Pryor, well I’ll fill all of you in. At Exodus, Pryor as you know, put up his little ad campaign for Turbo Negro after every World title promo. That on it’s own is disrespectful, but the thing that made me come out here tonight is him putting his little ad up after Cal Crossfire announced his retirement speech...And THAT is why this man, no matter how many titles he wins, is the equivalent of pure garbage... And I will teach him respect, when I take the one thing he cares most about. The World Heavyweight Championship... Which works out just fine for me, because I planned on taking it at some point anyways.

Jyndal lowers his mic and waits for a response to his challenge...

[Jon Pryor]

"And here it comes out to the rest of the world. It's a little something you went babbling on about backstage, when I met our other little friend here backstage at LockUP!. And it seems like you just can't... let it go. Well, excuse me if I don't save the sob stories for a retiree, and step aside for their heart touching, two minute video..." He knew he was going to push each and every button down the lovely panel as he did... "In fact, excuse me if damn near every retirement in this sport doesn't have something exactly like that happen. In fact, here's what you should be doing.

You should be THANKING me."

"Thanking?"

"Well, we should when you think about it. I mean, t he man is our champion..."

"Thanking me, that's right. Thanking me for making it seem like he mattered enough to air that ad after. Which is an astounding feat for, what a month long champion at best? You should be thanking me that he was a part of the base platform that ushered in what is now going to be the greatest era in this company! More or less.... you should be thanking me, for presenting you with the diving board to dive off, head first into the sea of the GCW World Heavyweight Championship!"

"See? Lots to be thankful for!"

"Do you want me to book you a room with Mr. Pryor?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong... that you were "going to get my belt anyways..." That's just a load of BS and we all know it. Especially after you went to square one after a humiliating first round defeat, huh? After who you lost to, who is also in this ring, couldn't cut the mustard to even become the GCW World Champ!

Nah, you're not going to come in here, and do it to get retribution for him. Hell no... I've known you a long time, Jack... Since I did give you one hell of a main stay start in my company back in Detroit... I know that you're far too selfish for that. No matter what kind of front that you're trying to play. You're not doing this for anybody but you're own damn self.

But, hey, lets face it. Just like back then with your buddy? You're going to be doing nothing but playing
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FIDDLE."

[Jayceon Williams]

*YAWN* "What a fuggin' hypocrite."

Jin says into his microphone. Rolling his eyes at Jack Jyndal.

"First off... Jack Jyndal... Shut yer trap. Your little hissy fit with Jon Pryor here? My GAWD... Just because he popped into Cal Crossfire's retirement? That's what has your panties in a bunch? HA! Natural Selection was nothing but a bunch of lame nyukkas who banded together and patted each other on the backs.... Telling each other that you were good enough to step into the ring with some of the biggest names in the business today. What happened? I smashed all three you guys by my damn self. And when one of you guys retires? You make a big scene when someone doesn't give a damn? Pfft... Look in the mirror nyukka... What makes you any different? I seem to remember a certain friend of mine being announced as being deceased... And you and your little buddies thought it was soooooo hilarious to bash a man who doesn't even draw breath anymore... Now that? That is the sign of a coward. What makes you any different than Pryor here? What makes you any less of a man than he is? In fact, that puts you even lower than Pryor... Pryor here promoted himself during a damn retirement announcement. Pryor promoted himself during Cal Crossfire's announcement. You on the other hand? You kicked a man who... Was not retiring from the business... But retiring from life itself... Whether these allegations that it was a suicide are true or not... I refuse to believe... Regardless of that fact... A man dies and you dance on his grave like it's going to make you Mr. Popularity... Pfft... I took the trash out one after another with Natural Selection. You calling me second rate? Don't make me laugh. Run off to the back to... Wait... You're the only one left.... HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Jin bursted into laughter. Shaking his head side to side.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... But for a group called Natural Selection... Didn't seem to last very long, now did it?"

Turning his attention back to Jon Pryor now..

"ANYWAYS... Back to grown folks business.... There's only one real decision to make here. Why bother with a less than stellar chump like Jack Jyndal here...? When you obviously know from first hand experience what kind of superstar you've got right here. You can go ahead and claim all you want that it was an easy battle. You can sit there and talk all the trash you want about how you accomplished your goal. You seem to be really good at discrediting how much ass was kicked when you were on the recieving end just because you happened to be on the winning side at the end of the match. But you know deep down inside... You know for a FACT that at any second... You could have just as easily been laid out in the middle of the ring and pinned yourself. Go ahead. Tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me to look at where the GCW World Championship sits. Tell me that you won with ease. That's what you're good at. Pretending to not be bothered. Pretend to not be phased. Go ahead puppet. Dance for me. Tell me what I know is on your mind and what will come out your lips. I know you Jon Pryor. Be predictable like we all know you are."

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Jack listened and watched as both me tried talking him down, this didn’t bother Jack much as he was used to it. A chuckle was even let out as Remmy tried to say that he took down the whole faction by himself, as Jyndal knew that he had gone on to have quite a bit of success after Remmy targeted Natural Selection. But Jack didn’t care, he knew he was the better wrestler and entertainer...

Remmy, you can talk all the crap you want about me but in all honesty, whether you stay, or go, doesn’t matter, I’m here for the belt. And I still find it funny that you, the man who can’t win the big one is still trying to do the impossible... Kinda inspirational, unfortunately it won’t end with a happy fairytale ending. No, you see at Absolution I saw you fight until you couldn’t anymore, and you STILL couldn’t get the job done... I mean c’mon man, I thought you were bad to the bone... And yes I know you did beat me, which I won’t deny, but I can guarrentee, beyond a shadow of a doubt that if we meet again in the ring, the outcome will be very....VERY different.

Jack looks back at Pryor...

And yes, you’ve known me for awhile... and yes you are right. Partly right, I do want that title for myself. I mean I have been chasing it since last season.... ya I earned my spot here in GCW. I didn’t just enter a stupid tournament and coast by facing as many easy opponents as possible until you were facing beaten down opponents that had faced real competitors. I mean Jerry Massey, then Uni Man, and then by the time you faced Pryce, he had actually fought through worthy opponents... But that really doesn’t matter now does it? No what matters is the fact that you don’t deserve that gold on your shoulder. I would rather see Remmy over here hold the belt, which is really saying something....

[Aphrodite]

"As would I..."

Aphrodite chimed in. This little "Champion Coronation" had gotten off-topic enough. The main event for Ascension was just honorably announced by her, and here we go having to have the maggots from the back come out and whine.

"I think, however... you should be worrying about the championship you currently have around you waist, shouldn't you? Mr. Remmy here was correct in the little rumor we heard floating around backstage. Mr. Toreno it seems is no longer with us. Shouldn't that leave you with having to turn the belts over to someone in the back? Do the honorable thing?

Unless.... You already found someone to play tag team with? Hm... I wonder."

Aphrodite put her finger to her cheek, pondering the situation.

"Tell you what. I'm sure that my assosciate is fully capable with teaming up with his opponent at Ascension in the rare chance that you had actually shown some motivation and pieced together your own broken puzzle... you know, before you tried to go and scatter pieces in another completed one? So, Mr. Remmy, Mr. Pryor... I think that in order to keep track of your best interests for Ascension, I'm implying that the two of you team up. Yes, team up against Jack Jyndal.... and whomever he has decided to team up with, if he's even gotten that far. God knows from that little GCW.Com stream that he's far too concerned with other areas of the company than his own little career anyways.

Besides, doesn't the old saying go... "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?"

[Jayceon Williams]

"Tag team with this nyukka? For real? This nyukka?"

...Jin says, as he points at Jon Pryor. Looking out to the fans. The fans gave a pretty positive reaction. Cheers flooding in for Remmy. Nodding his head, a smirk began to spread across his face. Even though they didn't have much of an opinion for Jon Pryor, they could support Jin in this.

"What do you guys say? Jin Remmy and Jon Pryor tag teaming for one night only here tonight?!"

More cheers from the fans. Growing louder. He laughed to himself and looked back at Jon Pryor.

"Heh... Guess the fans have spoken. Consider it a deal on my part. How about you, Champ? What do you have to say to that? Care to smash this insignificant nuisance?"

He lowered the microphone. Awaiting for an answer from the champion on his thoughts on this little match decision.

[Jon Pryor]

"As much as it sounds like you have a real pain in the ass in your corner, Remmy... I'm sure that I can swing out a match or two. This may work pretty good here, since Slappy here looks like he's just waiting for the chance to take me out. This helps protect your investment of me at Ascension..."

And he glances over to Jyndal...

"Along with some time to slap the taste out of his mouth for a good ten to twenty minutes. I'm game... but just know this. You even think of trying to compromise Ascension so that you can get a cheap advantage? There will be hell to pay. I've got a very thick biker chain sitting coiled up in my suite that's just begging to make some new friends backstage..."

["Sugar" Shayne Williams]

Starting with a low, sinister laugh, the arena suddenly goes semi-silent as...some of crowd now diverts their attention towards the entrance area. As small seconds go by, the laugh gets louder, and "Sugar" Shayne Williams' leg appears from behind the entrance curtains. Yes. Yes. Just his leg. "HAHAHAHA! You see this leg? See this slender, the epitome of sexy, and the serene grace of this purely Canadian leg? I THOUGHT SO! Because you see...this leg...no, no, no, this leg just isn't any normal leg." Shayne suddenly reveals himself from the curtains, with his GCW/GCWA QUEBECSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP snug around his waist, a smile gleaming over his face. "THIS LEG....is the leg of a champion." One of his arms was still behind the curtain. "But not just of this title belt here, see? Because of this VERY morning, Sugar Shayne just wasn't your GEE-CEE-DOUBLE-YA, GEE-CEE-DOUBLE-YA-AYE QUEBECKSATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, NO! BECAUSE YOU SEE....I have a little prize I have to show you." He then reveals his hiding arm, and draped over that arm was the one of the GCW World Class Tag Team Championships. "HAHAHA, because Sugar...Sugar is now the first double champion this company has had this season."

His music then starts, and his smile never escapes as Shayne begins to walk down the entrance ramp, kissing his newly 'earned' tag team title as he strutted down it. Nodding his head to beat, he began to mouth the lyrics as he got to the ring steps, and jumped himself inside that squared circle. Flipping off his shades, he walks up to Aphrodite, and clips them to...one of the sides of the opening of her...rather revealing attire. He then feeds her a smile, and gives her a miniature swerve of his hips, forcing her to glare at his Inteuropeancontinental title. "Your man doesn't have these baby!" He hollers, loud enough so the people watching at home can hear. He then proceeds to kissing his tag title once more before retreating to Jyndal's "side" of the ring, wrapping his arm around him. His music then dies down as he brings the microphone back up to his lips. "If there's anything, upon anything that Sugar likes, it's his fair share of tag team matches. Why? Because I'm just awesome at them. That's it. Awesome with a capital 'A.' You've all tasted it at our last pay-per-view event where I carried the team, giving us that huge V after my DDT. So, after the event, when I was laying the smackdowneth on my duffel bag, it was no surprise when my man here, Jack Jyndal, gave me that pat on my naked shoulder, begging, pleading, and asking that I! SUGAR SHAYNE WILLIAMS, YOUR NINETY-NINE-TIME GCW/GCWA QUEBECKSKATOON INTEREUROPEANCONTINENTAL CHAMPION be his new partner in crime." He smiles again, his blue eyes filled with the utmost of hope as he petted his tag title, as if it were the second most precious thing in the world to him. Thinking that his other title was getting jealous, he begins to rub that too, closing his eyes, soaking in all the bliss of having two championships. "This is giving me flashbacks. LET'S GO BACK TO NINETEEN-NINETY-TWO! What was happening then? Sugar was rocking his head to Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. BY GOD that song was awesome. Rocking down the ghetto streets of Saskatoon, Canada, "Nevermind" fully in effect, and I, being only a mere...." He looks at his hands, counting, then looks to sky, trying to carry the two, "THREE YEARS of age, yes, three. My parents were suave like that. A rockin' three year old grunge maniac, the soul of Kurt Cobain roaring through my ears. WHEN SUDDENLY! These punks show up. One was sporting dreads, calling me his little nyukka, while the other was throwing fireballs at the nearest telephone pole. Now little Sugar...didn't like being called weird names, nor did he like watching people throw fireballs at telephone poles, so what did he do!?" He takes a deep breath, and then begins talking at lightning fast speeds, "I PUT THEM IN A HEADLOCK, USING BOTH MY ARMS. Wrapped the wire of my headphones around their necks. Kicked them in the groin until they screamed bloody murder. Slapped them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five times. Grabbed the pair of safety scissors that were tucked neatly into my pocket, cut off that guy's dreads. Got a bucket of water, drenched the guy who was throwing fireballs. THEN! Then...this little sweet mama came up." He passes a wink at Aphrodite. "Smiling at the babe, with my ONE TOOTHED SMILE, I gave her a thumbs up, swerved these hips, then DID IT ALL OVER IT AGAIN!" He's just about out of breath, as he holds up his hands, stops, and looks at Jyndal. "So yeah. No problem. Grade A tag partner. Double champion. Awesome. Cool haircut. Excellent Lover. AINT NO DOUBT ABOUT IT."

[jj]

You could say Jack was a little weirded out and creeped out, but in all honesty he was VERY weirded and creeped out. Creating more space bettween himself and Shayne, Jack looks over at his replacement, and wonders if he should just surrender his title....

Honestly man.... I knew you were odd, but seriously?! What the hell is wrong with ya? I mean you really think you're a double champion? That belt is not an official GCW title.... And you really gotta realize that you are only holding the tag title because my real tag team partner unfortunately had to take a leave of absense... So chill out... and please.. Please no more stories.

Jack looks back at Remmy, Aphrodite and Pryor and raises the mic once more....

Well I guess we have ourselves a main event for tonight, not as dumb as you look honey...

a smirk grows accross Jyndal's face as he gives Aphrodite a quick glance....

But Pryor, you have nothing to worry about, I aint gonna injure you, remmy.... maybe Shayne, but why would I injure the champion? Then there'd be another totally pointless tournament, where chances are another unworthy champion would win.... So you can see why I won't be trying to hurt you tooo bad... I'll save that beating for Accension.... But unless you two have anything else to say, I think I'll be on my way....

Jack waits for a response from either of his two opponents, or Aphrodite....

[Jayceon Williams]

Jin raised an eyebrow looking at his opponents. Jack Jyndal's partner was this pretty boy who's... very... fuggin'... awkward.... All Jin could do was put his face in the palm of his hand in embarassment for this fool.

"Riiiight... Well... I ain't got nothing more to say on this subject. This embarrassing display by your new tag team partner pretty much says all there needs to be said. Be prepared for the biggest disappointment of your lives, nyukkas. Me and the Champ here? We don't like each other much. But hell... If it takes tag teaming up with this fool to shut you two the hell up... Fine by me. I'll try not to hurt you boys too much. Knowing how much you'd love to injure me and all... Don't really see that in your immediate futures nyukkas. I personally envision two hospital beds with Jack Jyndal and his Sugar Daddy over there after a horrendous ass kicking by yours truly and Jon Pryor. I'm done with this. Enough talk. I'm ready for this."

Jin looked over at Pryor and Aphrodite. Seeing if either of them had any last words to say on this whole ordeal before bringing this match preparation to a close.

[Jon Pryor]

"Ain't got nothin' to say that ain't already been said, nyukka..." Although, he looks at the shiny faceplate sitting on his shoulder... "Although, I do have to say... my belts way better than that collector's edition replica belt you're flaunting around over there. What were you, the only bid on that thing on E-Bay?"

A wave of his hand dismissed the really... um... flamboyant guy that came up here and tried to get fresh with his new tag team partner.

"Team up with my early season arch-rival, against a budding arch-rival and Ryan Seacrest's biggest fan. Got it. See you in thirty, people..."

Since he's the champ, his music gets to be played. FTW. He does make sure to show off the title belt to Jyndal on his way to stepping through the middle ropes and beginning his trek to the back. Maybe Shayne could get a good look at some real gold through the glares of his obnoxiously polished novelty items while he was at it...