Next Week (o2a)

[MG Cage]

It was after his match with Dice-K, which he won with a powerslam. That only took a few minutes, he had hoped for some more competition. If that was how matches went around here, there'd be nothing stopping him from winning the title... of whatever. He didn't know much about TNB, & he still had to learn about the company. The only person he knew worked there was Dice-K.

Meh, doesn't matter who they have, I'm gonna be holdin' gold in no time.

He was in his "Rising" Sun T-Shirt and had switched to some Timberland boots, it was cold outside. He figured he'd go somewhere to eat, and then go to a club. He never plans on returning home empty handed .

He was walking out of the locker room when he bumped into somebody, although when he looked at them they didn't look like any of the backstage staff or the maintenance crew.

I don't know who you are, but I expect you in the future to stay out of my way.

The person in question was...

[Jeff Kain]

It was the Canadian King himself, Jeff Kain.

As MG Cage bumped into Kain, it made him drop his bottle of water, which splashed all over his street clothes. Kain looks from his now empty hand, to the soaking wet clothes, then to MG Cage.

You'd better have a fuckin' spare set of clothes, or you'd best get on your knees now and dry my stuff by blowin'.

[MG Cage]

Blowin'? Nah, not my thing, but I'm sure it's the kinda stuff you do though.

He laughs. Damn Canadians, they always thought they were superior. This could be another guy he could teach a lesson. He learned alot from Half Death, but the one thing he taught him well was to identify a man's weakness and save it for use in the future. He could see from a split second change in his face the joke pissed him off. Exactly what he was going for.

Fuckin' Canadians, always thinkin' they're better than everyone, with their shitty country. Nobody gives a fuck about Cananda. And if you want, I'll show you that on next week's Brash. Or, if you prefer, we can do this right now.

He drops his duffel bag and slaps his knee a couple times.

Oh yea, and that's right...

He said CANANADA. Extra Na. Fuck those Nade's man

[Jeff Kain]

Really? Guys performing oral sex is what comes to mind when I say blowin'? How old are you, 14 or something? Hit puberty already. Sad when you're probably older than me and I have to say that. God forbid someone farts and you have a giggle fit.

Jeff Kain looks MG Cage up and down, still not knowing who he was, and now not really even caring. As far as he knew, this was "the guy who Dice-K pushed". There was no other logical reason as to why an American beat a much superior foreigner.

How'd you know I was Canadian by the way? I had only assumed you didn't know many people around these parts, seeing as you're new and all, and your stupid little attitude lead me to believe you're like every other generic, cocky ass wipe who thinks their shit doesn't stink, and that they'll be the new face of the company. Well hear this, big shot, as far as I'm concerned, and as far as TNB is concerned, you're nothing, you'll always be nothing until you make a difference. Winning a match? That's not a difference. That's an everyday occurrence for me. It's your ability to draw in the crowd, and trust me boy, I'm the best in the business. You? All you could literally hear was "Which ones this guy?" or "Can you hand me the program?" or the classic one I caught, "Be right back, man. I'm getting some popcorn, you want some?"

But hey, you're right, I'm Canadian. Not only am I Canadian, I'm the motherfuckin' Canadian King. "King of Canada? Nobody cares about Canada", says the silly Americunt. You probably see Canada as America's hat... Well, I'll tell ya, bucko, the world sees America as Canada's asshole. I'm a proud Canadian. I'm proud to be superior, with my stellar health care, and my diet that doesn't consist of a McDonald's Big Mac and a slurpee from the 7/11. I'm proud of my excellent wrestling background.

Looks like I found myself my biggest fan. He knows everything about me, and is inspired to one day be like me. I don't blame you. I'd teach you, but frankly, you don't have it in your blood.

And Tim's? Hahahahaaaaaa, classy like always, you stupid American.[/i]

With that, Jeff Kain turns, grabs his clothes, and begins to make his way out. However, with his first impression of the new guy, he only knew there was some stupid joke coming.

[MG Cage]

Heh.

There was nothing Cage hated more than someone asking questions and then walking away. He did make a couple good points though. Next week he was gonna have to back up his talk. Before Kain got away he yelled.

Be Ready next week! Your ass is grass!

He picked up his duffel bag and hopped in his car. No point in staying, he had seen all he wanted to tonight.

[Jeff Kain]

Kain just shook his head as Cage drove off.

Jesus Christ you can't even stand around, causing no harm in the first place anymore. You'll get challenged by... 'tough guys'....

I still don't even know his name, and he thinks I'm fighting him? Fat chance. Not now, anyways. Need to stay focused on the tag tournament...[/i]

He realizes he's talking to himself. He continues on with his night, having to now find an area where he can hang his clothes to dry.

[Gary Young]

And all of a sudden, out of nowhere, two gentleman clad in Red, Black, and White jerseys jump in front of Cage's car!! They're wielding sledgehammers, and clearly they mean business!!

It's Gary Young and Brent Kishio! They seem to have joined forces with Jeff Kain!!

They SHATTER the windshield with the sledgehammers. Before Cage can understand what's going on, both Young and Kishio have moved over to each side of the car, and begin smashing in the car windows with their steel sidekicks.

As Gary Young and Brent Kishio continue the beating on Cage's rental car, Jeff Kain looks on, smiling.

In the cold night, Young's breath is clearly visible as he says,
"You mess with one Canadian, you mess with ALL of us you American piece of shit!"

[MG Cage]

Fuckin' Nades.

Cage mutters under his breath as glass shatters around him. They were gonna beat the shit outta him before he even made it to next week. Fortunately, his training would help him out right now.

He waits until Young pulls back for another swing and kicks the door open. He pulls a black baseball bat he kept in his car from the floor, jumps out and rolls back. This was a 3 on 1 situation, but as a former MMA fighter he knew Muay Thai Kickboxing & Brazilian JuJitsu, but he could just as well put on an old fashioned ass whoppin with a bat.

C'mon, that the best you Nades got?

[Jeff Kain]

WOAH!

Jeff Kain, standing off to the side, looks on in amazement. Apparently this guy was Superman, mixed in with Spiderman, and maybe a touch of Batman, too. He had no fears or weaknesses, like the perfect robot. He must have been bred from the two greatest humans to ever grace the Earth.

He wasn't sure if he should be scared, or laugh. Either way, he tried to avoid getting fined for fighting out of the ring.

Ladies...

He says glancing at MG.

And gentlemen...[/i]

He says as he looks at his Canadian friends.

Let's keep this civil for the time being... You want a match so damn bad, kid? Face us three. Get yourself two buddies... if you can. If you can't? Shit, you're in for a long night.[/i]

[MG Cage]

He lowers the bat. He also noticed Kain look at him when he called him a lady.

I'm the lady? Pretty sure I wasn't the one bitching when a wittle bit of water got on my shirt.

As for that match? I hoped so, and I already have a person in mind.

Evil smile as he looks from Kain, to Young, to Kishio.He wished he had a special "Fuck Cananada" shirt. It'd make them angrier. Anger in fights clouds your Judgement. Another thing learned from his mentor's unusual teaching style.

See ya next week.