9% of the mind (02a or WJ, Zack, Mid Atlantic

[Christian Pryce]

ALL WE NEED IS A REASON.

fans jump to their feet, as the white hot Christian Pryce returns to the ring for the first time since his win in the triple threat match. he stands ont he stage looking smug at himself. he then points into the crowd and walks down to the ring. he points at people in the crowd as he climbs over the ring barrier into an open seat at ringside. fans going crazy at him. he lifts a mic to his mouth.

Don't mind me, I'm just one of you guys. well right now anyway, but that isn't going to stop me cutting a promo right here at ringside. I'm sick of getting into the ring talking and then the laborious opponent meets me for a war of words in the ring. lets chop and change this, you stand in the ring and audition to be my opponent in tonights battle of the Mindgames.

Fans look at Pryce sitting with his feet up. the confidence was ever present recently.

So first off you had my impressive win over Jacob Cruise, a man who did very well but luck was not on his side on the night. then you have my partner Zack Attack, one step and he could have one, but he didn't. sorry Zack timing is what our need my friend and you will get that with me in time. then you have William James, this man hates my guts more than anything. i mean he really does, you would think i would be the one with a vendetta as her handed me my first loss in WTF but heck watcha gonna do Brother when a jealous man wants a piece of you?

Pryce stands up one foot on the chair posing

Then we have the Mid-Atlantic Champion, a man who needs a good challenger. and i hope he decides that I'm worth his time and effort. unfortunately your time and effort will not be good enough against me. i cant honestly say that I'm a better wrestler cause that is something nobody can ever tell. you could be more technically apt than me, i don't know. but i can say one thing, you want a good challenge and a good mindgame then look no further than Christian Pryce. so then William, Zack , MA Champ? which one of you wants to play games with me?

[Haven]

Two Weeks by All That Remains, hit's the speakers as the crowd is confused as to who this is.

A minute later, out walks the Wrestling Rockstar ™, Haven, with his "Hollywood or Bust" clothing, and his much too expensive sunglasses. With mic in hand, he replies...

"Cut the music."

"Heh....Just who the hell do you think you are? Huh?"

"Do you actually think, that Haven has fought and bled his way here, just for some asshat like yourself to usurp me out of my rightful place as challenger to the Mid Atlantic Championship?!"

"Are you that stupid?...No. No, don't answer that. I'm more than certain you are."

"The problem here, isn't that Justice doesn't have a good challenger to that belt.....but rather that it isn't already around my waist.....Wait, heh...Did you actually think you should have it?"

The audience apparently unpleased with the thought of Haven as champion, belt out boos.

Looking around at the audience briefly, Haven smirks and says...

"You see? Even these idiots are booing you."

Garnering some laughs, the majority of the audience starts booing again.

"No. Seriously though, you don't deserve a shot at this belt yet."

"Feel free to "play", with losers like James and Zack, and leave the Championship titles to the big boys. Got it?"

Fixing his shades, and smirking in approval of his diss, Haven stares on at Pryce for acknowledgement.

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Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooser!!!??

Zack Attack comes out from the entrance stage *IDK where you at but he's right next to you in your at the stage Haven*

Wowzer did I hear what I hear. You calling The Zack a loooooooooooooooooooooser!! Let me ask you a question. Didn't Justice beat your ass? Hella Yes he did!!! Fo' Shizzle!! He beat you dude!

The fans cheer for Zack Attack

Wow fans. Shut up while The Zack speaks ok. Zack doesn't like that. You talking all that mojo about me it's not cutting it ok! Nobody ain't getting a title shot tonight! Infact lets have a Numbah Owwwwwne! Contenders match but so different I have to question what I'm think. A tag team match!! The pinner gets a title shot. But hey I'm not the only guy with a huge ego in this pl-iz-ace am I? So I know Haven Jericho is gonna have an voice on this.

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

The words tag match is what brings out Brent Starr who comes out, and stands next to his partner in crime, Haven

If your looking to make a tag match, so that the winner gets the title shot, then by all means, you can count on me to help my partner get that shot. Even if somehow I get the win, I'll wave my shot so that Haven can have another go at the champ. Don't bother me none, the way I see it, with me being off camera really the last few weeks, I don't deserve that title match anyways, but I'll be damned if my partner gets screwed out of it.

He pats Haven on the back, letting him know he's got his back.

[Haven]

Smirking at Starr's gesture, Haven pauses for a moment, looks Zack up and down and then says...

"After two boring minutes of hearing you talk Zack, I can clearly see that you're not worth my time."

"Maybe you were too busy mopping the stadium floors, what with your role as janitor... Audience laughing to actually see the match me and Justice had the other day, but I had Justice "Seeing Stars"

"If you could count, then you'd know that we now stand 1-1 against each other."

"And are you saying that I should fight with you?!!" Hahahaha!"

His laughter turning into seriousness, Haven replies...

"Listen janitor person, I plan on taking the Mid Atlantic belt home with me tonight, but I'll humor you...."

"I'll allow you, James or this idiot, Pryce, to chose whatever match you want tonight against me and Starr, and whoever wins that battle can challenge for the belt on MayheM....AFTER I've had my match with Justice tonight."

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Biya Biya Biya Biya Why you acting like a like a Biya!!! You know you wasn't gonna say yes unless this video game humping bitch didn't come out here. The only people the uses the term PWN has to be nothing lesser then a geek.

Zack then pulls his shades down and looks at Haven

Boy if you don't stop talking to the Zack like he doesn't have more superity over you. I might have to slap the taste out of your mouth. How dare you call the Zack!! A fucking janitor. You shouldn't even be talking because for one your presentation and deliver is so 2002. Cause maybe over here in this little place it might be HAVEN IS GCW!! But every where else it's *Fans says it with him* Zaaaaaaaack's World!! Hey I'll tell you this Mr. Rockstar. These fans would chant, laugh, boo, and applaued to anything because well

Zack looks side to side then whispers

They're Idiots

Zack then get back normal

But it's takes a Movie Star to make this people Worship Me!!! Oh yeah you don't run things around GCW buddy new pal. But you are the Aytollah of Rocka Rolla arn't you?

Wait...... *Zack puffs his chest and sticks his nose in the air and Pretend to be Haven*

I was bored of your talk so I *sniff* I need to talk about how I'm better then you *sniff* So I can feel better about me *sniff* I'm needing that title match bucko! So I'll eliminate the entire purpose of this match and delclare a challenge to the champ. Hahahahahaha!! Fans laugh with me.

Fans has a mixed reaction of laughs and silence

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

Starr just stands there with a "get a load of this shit" look on his face.

Someone needs to be repackaged, and told to re-debut as something other then a complete moron. I've done my share of acting in supporting roles, thus I'm a movie star too, but you don't see me running around flaunting the fact. The same way that just because you've had a few matches, doesn't make you a GREAT wrestler, your just that, a wrestler. Nobody cares about you, nobody bothers to acknowledge you outside of matches with them, and quite frankly, you bore me.

Besides, unlike you, the originality of my whole act outshines every other poser wrestler on this entire earth. They're either pumped up roid raging freaks. Glamorized musicians with some wrestling training. Tall, lanky, freaks of nature. Tattooed bruisers who think because they can get in bar fights with rednecks it makes them MMA stars. Fake ass thugs who think cause they grew up in the hood, they are the only ones who had it hard. Then we get pointless appearances from generic shit talkers like you. Your a dime a dozen, and your existence is merely allowed because it's someone else to lose to the big names in the industry. Your on par with the training league rejects that get called up to put over guys getting main event pushes, who need a squash to intimidate their opponent.

So clearly, the best thing for you to do, is go back to Willy Wonka land, and hide. Your not good enough to be here, your not qualified enough for me to be bothered with, and in the end, your just a pay cheque.

He smirks as he awaits more insults tossed at him from the new guy.

[William James]

**(OOC: not sure where everyone is, but to me, everyone is in the ring.)**

After listening to the back and forth, WJ had finally had enough.
WJ grabs a mic, and walks out onto the stage.

"All right, enough is enough...
I'm tired of hearing all this garbage, between all of you."

WJ walks to the ring, and slides under the ropes, entering the ring...

"I mean come on... this is ridiculous, seriously."

WJ points at Pryce...

"Here you got Pryce, talkin' about... *baby talk* his wittle self all growd up, now.

Give me a break, last week you got lucky...
two on one, basically, the whole match... whatever.

One on one, I don't have to remind you what happens then..."

WJ points to Zack...

"And this guy, 'Mr. Hollywood Movie Clown'...
hell, can't understand half the crap that comes out of his mouth.

The only thing 'real' about him is....
THAT NOSE... holy crap, look at it."

WJ gets a closer look, as if he needed one, and laughs.
He then points to Haven...

"And you, all I hear about is 'Rockstar' this and 'Rockstar' that...
and ordering people around, like you're somebody...

Answer me this... How many chances do YOU really need, huh?
week after week, he punks you out, HAVEN't you learned, yet?"

And finally, WJ gets to Starr.

"And Mr. Starr... didn't think I was gonna leave you out, did ya?
How nice it is to meet again...

But, my how times have changed... question for ya?
Since when have you ever cared about someone else?

Letting Haven have 'one more shot' as you put it...
that ain't the Starr of old, pal.
The 'old' Starr I used to know would have PWN'd his ass, already.

But, stick around...
You stuck your nose into this, consider yourself part of the solution, too."

WJ looks to them all, and continues...

"And the solution I have for all this...

How about we call the 'paper champion' Justice out here,
and we all challenge him to a six-man match, for his Mid-Atlantic Championship... Battle Royal style.

One by one, pin or submission, until there is one man standing.
Only then, can you be called the 'true' Mid-Atlantic Champion.

That is, if the 'paper champion' ain't scared to face us, for the title.

A 'true' Champion would put it on the line, against anyone, at anytime...

Come on out here, 'Champ'... serve Justice on us!"

WJ laughs, and turns himself towards the stage...
and does the *classic 'Scott Hall'* 'Ohhh so scared' with his fingers.
He then turns back around and faces everyone in the ring.

[Christian Pryce]

Pryce laughs.

Man this has turned into a cluster F**K, well better start at the top. Big boy?? I'm sure thats what you momma calls you but to be honest she is just telling you that "Rockstar" i mean your worse than a DFS advert, your theme should be Rockstar by Nickelback with the lyrics changed to "in through of standing in lines to clubs i will never get in, cause I'm loser who will never fit in" I'm sorry but for you to call me an asshat is an insult to you. i mean I'm better in most ways than you and i have transcended the need to have a gimmicked name. you look like a child who got caught taking daddies steroids, so if I'm an Asshat what are you? dickface? this game is weird its like take one low part of your body and one high part of your body to make one nice little word that amateurs with nothing to say use to make them seem like a certain guy who had a 3 year absence from the game, as well as childish. So Haven if you ever decide to grow up and grow a pair of tits then give me a call, cause to be honest right now you don't scare me and the fact i know i can beat your ass, heck Justice has done it enough times. But its OK i can wait until mayhem to fight you. in fact you will be making my job a helluva lot easier. so thank you, and good luck "champ"

Pryce turns to Starr

At least there is one part of your team that is grown up. Now Starr makes a good point. in most ways actually, your right about my partner, and I'm not ashamed to admit it i still hate his guts, despite the fact i have already beaten him once. and your right you don't deserve a title match due to your off screen time, no offense you said it yourself. honesty is the best thing in this business. and the tag match does sound like a good idea. but if you guys want to try and beat on my partner or face him then your gonna have to face me too.

Pryce finally turns to William James.

Now William 6 man match for the Mid-Atlantic championship is a bit far-fetched and you know as well as i do these guys wont go for it. so this is where i suggest something interesting. how about you face me tonight. you know i think i can do that. I'm up for a tag match or a singles match but either way this little confrontation has pr oven one thing and unfortunately none of you are going to like. i am worth the amount of people who decide to reprimand me. you all claim to your own success only after i announced mine. so what do you guys want? what match do you want, tag, single, Cage, lumberjack i don't know. but i will say one thing. whoever faces me, will have the match of their life tonight.

[Haven]

Having heard enough, Haven says...

"Whoa! Whoa! WHOA!"

"Does everyone else see this?"

"When did GCW start allowing the mentally challenged to join the ranks?"

Audience laughing

"I mean, seriously; how did you three idiots gain admittance?"

"Well, I know Zack is the janitor, so he's at least on staff.....But James with his fruity little guyliner, and his boyfriend Pryce with absolutely nothing to show for his career except maybe being the spank buddy of everyone he enters the ring with...How did you convince Amanda to add you?"

Pausing to stare them down, Haven then says...


"The issue at hand here isn't the status of you nobodies. The issue at hand here, is that you want to be in the position I'm in right now."

As the old saying goes..."Get on my level"

"Maybe then we can talk."

Tossing the mic aside, Haven exits the ring with his music playing.

[Amanda Wallace]

Only for the music to be cut off. Amanda Wallace appears on the screen. "Wait a minute, Haven.

This is just what I've been looking for. Some actual desire around here, to hold some gold, hell, I even love the squabbling over who gets the rightful shot. So, without further adieu... all five of you are getting the shot. Whether you were intending on it or not. William James, Brent Starr, Zack Attack, Christian Pryce... you four will be joining Haven as he attempts to win the GCW Mid-Atlantic Championship from Daniel Justice. Maybe you'll spoil the day for him... or maybe Haven taking out five of you to finally claim what he believes is rightfully his will make his victory all the sweeter. Either way? Consider this booked."

Her face faded from the screen, her decision having been made.

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[Haven]

"DAMNIT, THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"

Haven yelled at the top of his lungs, being heard by spectators in the first few rows without the aid of his mic.

Kicking the ropes, and shouting obscenities, he makes his way out of the ring looking at the other men he'll be facing for the Mid Atlantic belt.

[Christian Pryce]

Pryce looks from left to right at the men he will face in the match. he smiles and nods, now this was a PPV match. the funny thing is that Pryce called out everybody in the sun, but never expected to end the night with a title shot. Pryce laughs and points to Haven, he then motions the belt around his waist. what would happen, and who will win at Mindgames?

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

Starr smirked and shook his head. He lucked out on a title shot, but at what cost? What if it came down to him, and Haven? Haven wants, and deserves the title, but what if something happened and Starr wound up winning it? Would that split the two before they could even really get off the ground? Like it, or not, Brent Starr had made himself the X factor of the match, without even so much as challenging a single person.

He could win the belt, and turn things upside down.
He could let Haven get the win, and have to wait on the tag titles.
Or he could somehow manage to lose the match, and be catapulted to the bigger stellar title.

One way or another, things were about the get messy.