Champion Material, huh? (Spoliz)

[Jayceon Williams]

The bell had rung. The match was over. And guess who won? It sure wasn't what was supposed to happen. That was for sure. Nope. Apparently SOMEBODY could not hold their own when dealing with the likes of Jack Jyndal. How... fuggin'... sad... is... that? Jin Remmy found himself backstage after the event. A little disappointed, a little annoyed, and a little pissed off at his partner for not being able to break out of the pin. He had problems of his own to deal with when that punk Shayne Williams decided to blind side him off the ring apron while Jack Jyndal was stalking Jon Pryor on the mat. What the hell was that? It wasn't exactly a good loss in Jin's book.

"GAWD...Where the fugg is that nyukka...? Ugh... Don't tell me that nyukka fuggin' up and left the building already..."

He was backstage after the match. Still in disbelief that our so-called GCW World Champion had dropped the ball against the pathetic excuses for opponents they had. Gah... Should've just stayed in the ring with Jyndal and handled things like they needed to be and got the job done right. He was drinking from a water bottle while pacing himself back and forth around Jon Pryor's locker room. Yes. Inside his enemy's locker room. Waiting for the nyukka to arrive back after where ever the hell he disappeared off to after the match. His eyes darted right to the door at the sound of the knob turning open. Raising his eyebrow, he turned towards the door. Jin folded his arms across his chest and awaited for the nyukka to make his entrance into his own locker room...

"Finally..."

[Jon Pryor]

"Of course it goes like shit. Ex-wife shows up out of the blue and tries to fuck everything up again... of course I'm fucking distracted. Look, get the car here. Now. I've been waiting long enough..." Jon wasn't in the best of moods, when he saw Jin mid-sentence on the phone. "Get it here now. I'll be out shortly." he said, without taking his eyes off of his formerly only opponent for Ascension.

He slides the phone shut slowly, eyeing Remmy. He hadn't done much following the match. Had his wrist tape cut off and his elbow pads were gone. That's about it. Still dressed in his tights. He'd basically stopped off to grab his phone, drop off his belt and go off on a rant after being dropped on his face by Jack Jyndal in the middle of the ring.

"Where the fuck were you at?"

[Jayceon Williams]

"Oh? Where was I?"

...Jin says in disbelief. Was this fool honestly trying to pin this failure on him? Pfft... Would've thought the great Jon Pryor could take responsibility for his own shortcomings. Guess Jin was wrong on that one, just like he was wrong about him being able to handle his own in the tag team match.

"I don't know. Maybe... On the outside of the ring dealing with that nyukka Shayne... Who felt like he needed to blind side a nyukka in order to get the upper hand... I'm sorry. I figured the big bad GCW World Champion could handle someone like Jack Jyndal. I apologize. My mistake. Next time.. I'll just handle the whole match by my damn self. And you...?

He pointed at Jon.

"Well... It seems like all you're good for is to be the Belt Shine Boy. Cause obviously... You can't seem to handle one measly little nuisance by yourself. What the hell is up with you? Figured since you're supposed to fix GCW and all... Guess I have to baby sit the champion, huh? If that's my job, then Amanda damn sure ain't paying me enough to deal with this kind of crap."

[Jon Pryor]

"Fuck you." he says, finally coming fully into HIS own locker room. "It's typical that you even go back to that type of bullshit. "Oh, you're the Champion. You're supposed to save GCW... you should be unstoppable!" I think you seem to forget that there's a little something called... "Team" out there. I know I sure as fuck was being a team player. But whatever. You're obviously in here to run your mouth about how you deserve..."

He grabs his belt from its rest on his bench, "...this and I'm unworthy. Get it out of your system and get the fuck out. Real men rebound, they don't nitpick on the bullshit. Or, hell, just meet me somewhere back here at LockUP! and we can get it all out of our systems. Your choice."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Ouch. That's got to have burned."

He put an enclosed fist up to his mouth. Making an "ooooo" face at Jon Pryor. He could see this fool was getting pissed. He could see the rage building up inside. Jin was inside his head. Time to dance on his conscience.

"You know... That little timebomb I stuck in the back of your mind... First it's all... "Where the fugg were you Jin? You were supposed to be watching my back?" And now you switch gears... Knowing full well.... I just mind raped yer punk ass... And you go on now about how "real men rebound." Oooo... Way to switch yer tone when you know you've been beat. Ha! As if I'd ever get into the nitty gritty details about how much of a garbage ass partner you were out there... Now I can see why Brent Starr decided to go solo and leave that $ellOut$ bullshit in the past. I did MY job. I went out there and hauled ass."

...Jin said, pointing a finger on his own chest. Then he spread his arms out and pointed at Jon. Looking him up and down...

"On the other hand... You... Jon Pryor... Mr. Wrestling Savior... You... got your ass handed to you by Jack Jyndal. Of all the people to get your ass handed back to you... Jack Jyndal? Are you kidding me? This is a joke right? This is a joke? Ashton Kutcher going to pop out the bathroom? Trying to tell me I'm on Punk'D or something? Seriously... You can't be for real here... Losing to Jack Jyndal..."

He drew a breath and exhaled a sigh. Shaking his head in disgust.

"Ugh... Nyukka please... Save yourself the trip to the emergency room and step the fugg off. I'm sure you wouldn't want that ex-wife of yours to find her fallen hero out cold in his locker room. Nah. Wouldn't want her to see what a real man looks like. We wouldn't want that, now would we? Ha... How bad would it burn to know the love of your life was fuggin' the enemy? I bet that'd be like... walking on the sun for you... Wouldn't it?"

A devious smirk crossed his lips. Ouch. Hitting below the belt? Damn straight.

[Jon Pryor]

Of course this asshole goes there. Why not? "Real smooth..." Jon was pissed. No doubt about it. But it isn't to say that the shoe isn't on the other foot now, since, y'know, Jon used to run down the down and dirty to everybody for every single cut down as possible. Sure could be a lot more amusing than beating people down with the cold, hard, facts... "First off, that bitch can rot and die. I'm sure that everybody's heard about my damn life enough about the past year these past few weeks, so I'm not even going to go broken record on this. There's no point in digging up the past when all that it is is irrelevant. There's so many people that are quick to try to dig up Turbo-Negro, "The Wrestling Savior," my belts, my ex-wives, all of that bullshit to find some kind of edge. Fuck, you tried everything that you could before you even got me in that Iron Man match.

And where did it get you. An embarrassingly fast 3-count to start everything off? Yeah... Just like you found out I'm not the one that you want to play games with, you're going to find out that I'm not one that you want to piss off either. See... I'm coming to find you at LockUP!. It's both of our show, we both gotta be there. And I'm going to be bringing with me my own personal subject manner on opening the eyes of every little stupid punk here in the back that thinks they'll be able to get one up on me and skyrocket. No, that's not the case. I am who I am right now because I am focused on what is important. This little tag match? Sorry your world's crumbled. It's irrelevant. It's just another man I have to embarrass at Ascension. But that's Ascension. Next is LockUP!, and I'm going to be damn sure to break back into your skull just what most of the wrestling world will tell you. That I am one of the biggest assholes that you will ever meet, and I am one of the most ruthless. I swear to you by the time that I'm done, I'll have your old buddy, Adrian, god rest his soul, looking like a daycare administrator. Count on that. Get the fuck out of my locker room."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Ooooo... I'm sooooo scared...."

Sarcasm much? Damn straight. Jin wasn't intimidated by Jon Pryor. He knew this nyukka front and back. He did his homework. He knew he could hang with this fool. He knew he could go toe to toe with him. He proved that at Absolution. Why fear Jon Pryor?

"Let me guess... Your little threat about... What was it? Breaking my back into my skull?"

Tick... tock... goes the clock... tick... tock... seconds dropping off of that little timebomb of Jin's. And now... Time for the fireworks...

"Is that what happened to poor Brian Knight? Your other ex-wife's brother? Is that what happened to him when he pushed you a little too far? You get pushed to your edge and you solve all your problems by either crippling or *cough....* killing the opposition? Is that what you're going to do to me Jon? Hmmm? You going to kill me if I don't lay off of you? Sure. You can bring up all my failures. You can bring up all the times I've dropped the ball when it comes to getting the big one. When it comes to getting my Belini... I fail. But you... Ha... You have quite a bit more on your plate. So... You looking to make me another Brian Knight? You feeling froggy there Jonny boy? Then leap nyukka.... Fuggin' leap, if yer bad....I dare you."

[Jon Pryor]

"Motherfu...*"

He saw red. Before he even knew what was happening, the tightened fist of Pryor blasted Remmy far harder than he'd ever struck anybody before. If his jaw wasn't broken, it'd be a damn miracle. Jon possibly busted his knuckles on a shot like that, but with the fury, he didn't even notice.

Grabbing Jin by the neck, he delivered a few more shots to him before throwing him face first into the adjacent wall. That quickly followed with grabbing him and chucking his ass out of his locker room. The noise that came before all of this was enough to send security running in the first place, enveloping the two and keeping them separate. Jon was incoherently shouting at Remmy before finally being dragged back in his locker room with the door shutting, the security team waiting for the all clear that Remmy had been removed from the area.