And The Facts Add Up (O2 Mentioned)

[MG Cage]

Was he serious? Was this guy really serious right now? *Sigh* This was the type of shit that made Cage enjoy being a wrestler, but at the same time hate it. Idiots, who don't pay attention to what's happened to them before. Either way, his ass was about to get STFU'd. Stepping up to Jason Youngblood, he got toe to toe with arguably his most hated rival over the past couple months.

Really? Really Jason? That the best you got? I mean, if your goal was to come out here and make me and Stone cry, well golly darn gee...

Cage walks over to the corner, faking crying sounds and tears, he then walks over and steps in Jason's face.

It Aint. Happenin'. You see, the reason why I've taken the side of guys like Stone, and Ryan Whyte, over you "BOYS", who would probably make me feel more at home, is because THEY. Have shown, that they are going to be the future of this damn industry. I mean, look at Ryan Whyte, a "greener-than-grass" rookie.

Turning to Shia Storm, he laughs and raises the mic to his lips again.

Isn't that what you called me earlier in the year Shia? A green rookie? Yep, Sure did. Jason, you got your ass handed to you on a silver platter, by a "greener-than-grass" rookie. A couple times actually. Look in this ring. Look at the two men, who have gotten victories over you.

Both Cage and Stone look over at Shia, who seemed to have gotten irritated by that comment.

And let's talk about Shia for a minute, mr. champ. You say he has the gumption to shut his mouth when it's necesary? How 'bout that time when he lost the Undisputed title match, and then when he said if he lost, he wouldn't be able to challenge for it again while you hold it? Was he shutting his mouth when, the next day, he tried to challenge for it again? Personally? I don't think Shia shoud be on team TNB. I mean, what has he proven over the past year? He's talked shit about everyone, who has KO'd his ass. Genesis. Me. Jason. I mean really, am I the only one here who believes Shia should sit out this Pay Per View?

And you may be asking why I'm aligning myself with these people. TheStone? And Ryan Whyte? They've both shown initiative. One thing that the 3 of us share. Whyte showed initiative, when he showed up after your lucky victory over Scott Joseph, and established, and is STILL establishing his place, as the next world champion. Stone showed initiative, when he took out JOKEr, MMI's Resident "TapOut" Sponsored Gladiator himself, and is on the way to becoming the next World Class Champion. I. Showed initiative when I realized, that you and Shawn holding these titles, was the worst thing to ever happen to them, and after you sitting on them for so long, kind of like your ol' buddy Shia Storm and Avenger did earlier this year, and like I already proved, I'm not gonna do that. Thing is, I don't want your Undisputed title, and that's why I'm not going after it, not because I'm "chasing blonde whores". Speaking of "Blond whores" Do you mean Kimber? Or Jessie Blair? I mean, I don't know if you were talking about Jessie, seems kinda funny you would mention her considering she's your "baby".

An evil smirk crossed his face, as a vibe of confusion started to settle throughout the arena. Patting Jason on the shoulder, he looked at the mat and then back at Jason.

That's right Jason, I know something that you don't know I know...
Heh, and Jason... I've already amounted to more than you ever have. In this one year I've been in TNB, i've proven that I'm better than all of you, I have proven, that even when I was out for two months, I was still the MOST TALKED about superstar, in this damn company. The LEGEND Sylas Styles? Hell, if he's so LEGENDARY, why did I do what NO other man in history has done, and KO'd his ass in 4 minutes? He back there snorting crack with Kim Hunter? Having a bad night? How bout I just got lucy? I know one of them is gonna be your answer, and honestly, it doesn't matter. I damn near single handedly eradicated MoneyMaker Inc before, and with the help of people like Stone here, and Ryan Whyte, and Titan, and all the rest of the rookies in the back, this time, the job is gonna be finished. And like your ol' buttbuddy Sylas Styles likes to say, This isn't a shoot.... oh HELL no, this is us me, telling it like it is. And if you got a problem with that, we, you can do somethin' about it "BOY".

And before I let this company, ever, EVER, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER, be taken over by MoneyMaker Inc, I'll bring in some FAMiliar help, and I'll invade this bitch, and I'll take it over my damn self. What do you got to say about that, OH Holy One? WHat about you, The Queen of Controversy, got some shit to say?

[Jason Youngblood]

He heard that last bit about bringing in FAMiliar help to invade. To invade territory that belonged to Money Maker Inc. & Jason Youngblood was as about as likely as the easter bunny walking away with the Undisputed title after Steel City Showdown. That part he wasn't too worried about.

Kazu: What is Cage claiming to know? He needs to spill it right now and right here! What better time?!

Bill: He's bluffing. He's gotta be.

Kazu: Cage is a lot of things.. But a liar isn't one of em'. He knows something!

"...."

But the part about knowing something... He said that he knew something about Jason and it hit Jason like a bag of bricks, the shock on his face showing just that...

He raises the microphone to speak, the comment still on his brain as he forces himself to ignore it and hope nothing more on the subject is spoken. Pushing past that part he retorts hoping to keep the focus off of his 'personal matters'.

"You wanna play games Cage....? Now who's making threats they can't back up. Be real... No one else is gonna show up here to do anything and if they did? They'd get destroyed in due time just like we've done to TNB all year long. "

"You jackasses wouldn't know initiative if it bit you in your sorry asses. You piggy back each other and hope to god that someone steps up to be a real leader and a juggernaut against the MMInc. forces. That's pathetic at best. Handing me my ass? If that ever happens you'd better wake up from that dream and apologize Cage. Apologize and hope that I let you continue to keep a job here in TNB. "


He lowered the microphone, as Generra leaned over whispering something into his ear. The look on her own face was that of shock as well, as if she perhaps... Knew exactly what Cage was speaking of? Jason's eyes lock with Cage's wondering just how much he really knew and if he knew anything, why hadn't any of it come out yet?

[Sylas Styles]

Buttbuddy? BUTTBUDDY?

Sylas steps into Cage's face, but Genesis and Jason are quick to round him back in not wanting this to escalate before the match even started.

One match does not make a career, or statement kid. One match you won against me, one...lousy...match. I'd say you got lucky, but that goes without saying. As for the crack reference, your lucky I don't legit break your fucking legs backwards so you NEVER walk, let alone wrestle, again. You want to take cheap shots, and go that low for your career, step right up, because I'll make your career reflect that of the common gang bang slut. You'll be on your back while hundreds of men get over on you.

If you want to last longer then tonight, I'd suggest you shut your mouth, take notes, and man the fuck up in the ring instead of on the mic. And you wanna bring up The Fam? Who are you going to bring? 187? We're still good. Vegas? We're tighter then a virgin nun. You don't got one single fam member who would turn their backs on everyone else, and come after me. If the FAM was coming to take over, don't you think I'd be in on that too. Jason would sure know whats up before you would. The Fam isn't coming to save your ass, because your ass isn't Fam. Your just a knock off wrestler trying to sell his "gimmick" because that's what you are. A walking, talking, cursing, character. And you can try to talk all the tough shit you want, but your the kind of guy who don't last on the streets, and you won't last in the ring. So, feed me something worth hearing, and then DEUCE the fuck out, you little bitch.

[MG Cage]

Laughing, Cage just looks at Sylas, then raises the mic to his lips.

I'd rather be a bitch than the husband of a crackhead.

[Sylas Styles]

(ooc: hope this is allowed, if not I'll edit it)

He pushed past Jason and Genesis and hauls off, just about to knock the punk out when Generra grabs him by the arm and shakes her head. That was enough to stall him, even for a minute or two to recollect his thoughts and composure.
She mouths a few words to him, and points behind the other two men. Cursing under his breath he can be heard.

I'm backing off not because I know I'd destroy this kid, but because I respect you, and your husband. I'm telling you though, if he takes the low road again, he's gonna regret it.

He walks and takes his stand against the ropes behind them. There was nothing left to say. He wasn't getting dragged into another clusterfuck pissing contest with a bunch of new kids on the block.

[Ezalb]

Man, this was like Christmas, Easter, and Halloween all wrapped into one for the Stone. I mean, he already admitted he had an inkling of respect for Genesis, but Sylas Styles, that was his wrestling idol. Jason, of course, Stone could care less if he asphyxiated himself by tying his neck tie to tight while trying to get that added rush of pleasure while touching himself.

Stone was never real big on the wrestling scene, partaking in the more violent street fighting himself, but he knew Sylas Styles was one man in this business he respected more than anyone.

"Damn man, down boy!"

Stone says to Cage as he places his hand on his shoulder. He wasn't trying to hold him back, God forbid he try that, just trying to make sure he didn't get to jumpy.

"We're better, more classy, sophisticated men then that bro. No need to sink to cheap shots. We don't need it. We got something better. Raw, unmitigated, talent. We are the best...The New Breed of this old, dying company. The New Blood, that will jump start this places heart. We don't need to shoot off at the mouth to prove our point. We just got to lay it all out in the ring tonight and cut the head off the snake that is MMinc."

Stone takes a quick look around the ring...

"Whoa...well look at that. We have three guys out here...you all have three guys out here...Can we call this a match? Can we make it official? I mean, I'm half satisfied with MY team...I'll admit, you guys will probably work together better...you have more experience teaming up...But I think we got a lot of damn potential here....More than enough potential to pull this thing out...However, I have one concern..."

There is a short pause before Stone continues...

"The match type! Now, I'm sure with this being Steel City Showdown..."

The crowd roars for the name of the Pay-Per-View. An easy cheap pop.

"We will probably be stuck inside of some sort of steel monstrosity, and I'm fine with that. However, hypothetically...Say Shia screws up real bad and gets pinned and loses the match for us...Hypothetically....I would be pretty dean upset if I had to rely on him that much. So, I request this little mix up be elimination rules...That way when Shia does screw up...I mean...hypothetically...Me and Cage here can still carry the load and get the job done."

Stone lowers his Mic and awaits to see if all the men agree....

[Scott Dorn]

I am Perfection by Downstait slams hard over the p.a. system and the female fans go in a uproar as the males begin there boos. The man, that comes out is non other then the god given beauty Scott Dorn. Scott comes out smiling and laughing with a mic in his hand. Scott then slowly walks to the ring after doing some poses for the fans. As he comes to the ring were the others stand he slides slowly under the bottom rope. Scott passes by everyone to jump up on the turn buckle and doing pose on the top rope, before jumping off and standing in the middle of the ring not caring about the people in it, but there to make an impact.

"See what you all forget about is that I make TNB watchable. No one cares who beat who, who sucked who off, whose butt buddy Shia or Sylas have this week. But it's me, The God GIven beauty. Now yeah i may have never been invited to this little tea party you all are having but i'm getting pretty damn tired of watching the same punks get a match week after week because they run there mouth over and over and over. While i sit in the back and watch these shitty matches."

Scott smirks and laughs then comes back to seriousness.

"Now its pretty bad when the best thing to happen to TNB, Is not my return but when The Stone over here wins a match. Now I'm gonna sink one thing into everyones head, I don't like anyone of you for any matter, but I will respect the crew that gets together to take down this god awful team known as MMInc. I'm getting sick and tired of these god awful looking people come out from the back trying to throw around there weight because there scared everyone will find out about there gay orgy they have every night."

Scott begins to smile before standing in the path of MMinc.

"The reason i'm out here is not to state what everyone knows, but is to come out here and take on who every I feel fit to take on weather its with a team behind me or by myself."

Scott steps to the middle ready for anyone to take a punch at him.

[ten]

<$$- Yawn. Double S grew tired of all the childish bickering, and the put people to sleep promos. -$$>

<Xx- You all really know how to put people sleep with your god awful promos. -xX>

<$$- He could tell everyone stopped for a bit. Hoping that they could contain themselves. -$$>

I really didn't think this little fiasco would turn into a episode "Sorority Life", but again by the stupidity, you all proved me wrong. Wouldn't be surprised if all of you made it on the show

<$$- The crowd got a laugh out of it. -$$>

<Xx- I kind of feel sorry for the people who attempted to downplay my abilities in this ring because you just don't realize that through all the talking, I am the best in the world. Don't care what ya think because you don't matter if you put yourself on the other side of the fence. I am here, and the now while the rest are either too green to understand this business or just too for gone in their own worlds to understand that they have been past by. So you want to keep wasting my time, go ahead. I'll be waiting for actual business to be handled. I know how your little minds think. You'll respond to this with more boredom right? Of course. Go right ahead -xX>

[MG Cage]

Laughing, Cage just looks at Scott, then turns to Stone, then Scott once again.

Hey... new guy. Who are you exactly?

[JOKEr]

EPIC FAIL.....
This is the words heard over the speakers, before the music changes into... Change in the house of flys. The World Class champ makes his way through the sea of people and down to the edge of them. He leans on the gard rail. He has mic in hand as he draws a deep breathe.

This whole thing is really funny to me. We have Shia Storm out here speaking about this and that... Nothing close to getting at a point. Dude, you more boring then that guy who killed Adyen.... The mic next to leave you for good. Nothing you say does anything more then bring people to tears.
Now on to you Cagey boy.... Your still living on the hype of making me tap.... That has gotten so old and boring... I even find it funny. And now your stealing tag belts to prove something... That you need to steal cause all the gold is in the MMI corner. Sad kid sad...

Then there is all this talk of legends and all... All this past things like Fam, and all..... Sylas, is right.... One match doesn't prove your great... It only proves you can win...

Now Stone, if you want a shot at the World Class, that's really easy.... Ask me like a man. Don't do this whole mmi is evil.... I almost broke JOKEr shit.... Trust me, I have been in fights through my life. And you didn't almost do shit. The world doesn't live on past deed. It lives on the here and now.

I am TNB World Class Champion, I am te hunted.. Or I should be.... Yet what is everyone talking about... Legend this, MMI that.... Hell, Sylas even told me about how he doesn't know where I stand.... That I need to do the right thing for my well being and stand with MMI....

JOKEr smiles and looks right into Sylas eyes....

"Well, Sylas, doing the right thing for my well being may just be a little different then what you think it is.... See, I am no whipping boy... I am not anymore. I don't need to rub shoulders with legends to prove I belong.... I don't need buy paychecks to earn a living.... I am sick and tried of being placed under this title of being some kind of joke...... I am te World Class Champ.... I am not just a member of MMI. I am not the fucking tap out king.... I am not lower then you Sylas.... I am what this place needs. I am a straight shooter.... And my actions will let me sleep well at night.....

I am the Beautful Disaster..... The World Class Chanpion."

JOKEr lowers his mic, surely someone will plan on trashing him or maybe swinging at him for his words.

(feel free to attack JOKEr)

[Shawn Youngblood]

Moments later. Shawn Youngblood made his presence felt. Making his way down the aisle. Dressed in his ring gear. Mocking, and trash talking with the fans before he reaches the ring. The other MMInc guys are well... none too pleased with him. Thinking: "Where the hell have you been!?"

Shawn entered the ring. Joining his fellow MMInc brethren. Taking the microphone from Joker nearby. Looking over at Scott Dorn. He bursts out laughing.

Who are you supposed to be? Let me tell ya, 'Scottie'. You are FAR from "Perfection". You want perfection? Your looking at him!

Shawn lowers his shades. Winking at Scott Dorn with the cheesiest of smiles coming across his face.

"The Master of the Super Kick!"

"The Saturday Night Delight!"

One half... of the GREATEST tag team to ever exist in this business.

I am Shawn Youngblood. Better known, as the better looking of the Youngbloods might I add.

Shawn looks over at Jason. As he says to the World Champ.

Sorry bro. You might have the strap? But when it comes to the bedroom. I've got the co....

Before he could finish the sentence. Genesis stops him and tells Shawn to get focused on the task at hand. This wasn't the time to goof around & think with his junk.

Anyways!

The problem we have here is simple:

Scottie doesn't know that he absolutely SUCKS!

First off, its not 'God Given Beauty' you have. If so. Then 'god' has smacked you with the ugly tree one too many times. Because you're one ugly mo'fo! And this obsession with 'gay orgies'? WTF sticks!?

For what its worth. I've got no right to judge anyone's sexual orientation. I mean, if you want to stand out here in front of thousands upon thousands of fans. Among the millions watching at home on Pay-Per-View. And tell everyone that you have a case of penis envy. Hey! Be my guest pal.

You need to have a reality check, Scottie. So allow me to bitch slap you back to real world. Problem is. Should I do it with my bare hand? Or...

Shawn looks down at his right foot & starts gently tapping it on the ground. Insinuating that he'd love to kick Scott's head off his shoulders with a well-delivered 'Super Kick'.