Battle Royal RP ; #1

[Emmanuel Jackson]

Battle Royal RP ; I Got Money To Blow

**eman doesn't plan on winning, he just entered cause he was bored

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I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i'm sippin it
Encourage you to try it
I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it
The club owner supply it
Boy i'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what i made it
I'm the muthaf-cking man
I just want you to see come take a look
Get a load of this n-gga
Quit frontin on me
Don't come around and try come gas me up
I like runnin on E
I, I, I,
Im on my Disney shit goofy flow
On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio
Damn
Where my roof just go
Im somebody that you should know
Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for
Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for
Like even girls that love me and Constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts i say damn
Where my roof go?
Top slipped off like Janet at the super bowl,
I got em

.:: Commentator #1 ::.
Yupp, it's that time again The EZ show. With E-Man and Anthony Zinc, we are in for a treat tonight!

.:: Commentator #2 ::.
Yes we are man, and hopefully tonight, we will be able to have a good guest. i wonder who is here tonight.

.:: Commentator #1 ::.
Same here. I am thinking it will be the newly debuting tonight, "The Glamorous Glambert"

.:: Commentator #2 ::.
Yeah, but shh, and let them do their entrance...

Anthony Zinc and E-Man appear at the top of the ramp. The Prince of Paradox and Pandemonium himself is wearing his usual long red and black pants, a new "Paradox and Pandemonium" T-shirt, and a pair of Armani Exchange sunglasses. For the first time in his life, Zinc is calm on his way to the ring. He feels confident in his abilities and this time, he know he is gonna win, one way or another. People have criticized him by saying that he is going on a heel turn. When Zinc heard this, he laughed. Heels hates the fans. Zinc on the other hand wants the fans to hate and despise him and yet, he can't live without them. He contradicts himself every time. But now, none of that matters. His partner, E-Man Jackson, is wearing an "E-Man4Lyf" T-Shirt (only $14.99 on Dxxshop.com!). E-Man is slightly worried. He has not been on Massacre in a long time. He his a Mayhem superstar and is unsure of the Massacre style. He quickly brushes it off and continues walking. With grins on their faces, Team EZ run to the ring and slide in. At the cheers of the fans, Anthony takes off his sunglasses. He takes a long look at the fans. After a few moments, he decides to finally throw the sunglasses to the fans. One lucky fan catches it! E-Man and Anthony both grab a microphone from the announcer at ring side.

.:: Commentator #2 ::.
Who's The Guest?!?

.:: Commentator #1 ::.
Weren' you the one telling me to b-

.:: Commentator #2 ::.
Shhhhh....!!

The fans are then cheering as Anthony Zinc and E-man pace inside the ring...

| - Anthony Zinc - |
Soooo, me and my boy E, are going to Pwn those bithces at Anniversary!!! We are the The EZ Show, tonight we don't have a damn guest, cause Jacob Frisher couldn't show, but it's all good. Cause we are just going to talk today ... And now, Our first topic, Is The Mayhem Battle Royal .. Now E-man is entering it, but .. There are many others who are strong in this battle entering, One person is, Shad Moss, someone else is Tristagii, and another is Cameron Hayden, bnow what do you think about your opponents E..?

E-Man then smiles and then stands up off the the chair he was sitting in. He then looks at the fans and sees them all cheering.

| - Immanuel Jackson - |
Well, Im not to worried about it. The peple in the battle royal can't beat me. Well because I am E-Man, you see, Z, we are the most dominant, and you wanted me to enter this battle Royal so that I can pwn these Biatches in the middle of this four sided ring. So ... I will do that very thing. And since we both know you fans love Team EZ, we have decided, to both become World Champs, so both of us can pwn, so both of us can be at our best, so both of us can be at the Top of Massacre and Mayhem...and the only thing it leaves...Is Rated. Kate's show, the show that will change history, because it has changed GM's three times in under three months! Now that's amazing...

| - Anthony Zinc - |
yes, amazingly stupid. See, me and E, Team EZ, still have our rematch clause for the TaG Titles on Fusion, and we are happy to know that we can still return to rated and beat the hell out of every last one of these Losers there. Cause we are great. And you know me and E have been friends for a while, we both met when we were ten, and have been best friends ever since. Who the hell is supposed to stop a force that has been together for years. Hypothetically speaking of course.

| - E - |
So Xavier Daniels, Jeff hardy and all of the others, can suck my dingylong...

| - Z - |
Well that wasn't family oriented...

| - E - |
Well, if it makes it any better, I am trying not to swear anymore..!

Z then makes a face ..

| - Anthony Zinc - |
Any who...Fans tonight is gonna be great, E and Z will contend for the main titles of the brands, and we both will fuckin rip these people apart...So Kyle Evers...Jeff Hardy, Tristagii, better watch out, Cause there is a new Force in town, a new dominance, a new Tag Team , new Champions ... And They are TEAM EZ!

The fans than cheer and E-man and Zinc get on the top rope and do their signature taunts, they then walk out of the arena strategizing for their matches later on.

The scene opens in a medium-sized darkened room. Shutters cover the window behind ‘The Don’ Alex Briganti’s large mahogany desk, concealing what’s happening to the outside world. The walls are wood panelled, with small light fixtures providing some illumination. Briganti leans back into his chair, his hands behind his head and a big fat cigar hanging out his mouth. His short black hair is not even a little out of place, and the same can be said for his suit. He’s wearing a dark grey jacket and trousers, with a white shirt and black tie. His desk is free of clutter, with only a lamp and a pot of coffee with a few cups beside it. The rest of his paperwork and information is stored safely within the two locked desk draws. Under Briganti’s jacket is a brown leather holster containing his .44 Magnum handgun. He sighs heavily, his mind racing with thoughts of paranoia. The life of a drug kingpin was never going to be easy.

He leans forward, snapping back to reality, as he hears someone in the corridor. He self-consciously reaches for his pistol, but quickly relaxes: he is expecting company. The footsteps become louder and louder before the large heavy wooden double doors of Briganti’s office open and in walks Massacre superstar and heat World order member Immanuel Jackson. He moves briskly towards Briganti’s desk and then into one of two leather seats in front of it as Alex motions for him to sit. Alex Briganti takes a long puff on his cigar, exhaling the smoke into the air. He reaches across the desk to shake E’s hand.

ALEX BRIGNATI..'ALEXHEAT
It's good to see you, Mister Jackson. Now, I know there's been some ill feeling between us in the past but you were young and easily influenced. Since then you've matured greatly though and it's good to see you have moved on from the Hood Tribe and Hood Generals. They're scum. Those putas are classless, pathetic and talentless. Aligning yourself with the heat Word order was a smart move. As you know, Tristagi and Ryan Black have been good friends of mine for quite some time.

E-man then smirks and shakes Brignati's hand he then has a huge smile across his face knowing exactly what to say and do. He has had a huge past with Alex, and now, they are friends. E-Man is also satsfied to be in a friendship with Ryan Black, and Tristagi, since he has put the "Hood" aside.

E-MAN JACKSON..'D.UNI.BEST
I agree, Hood Tribe are scum. And yeah, I got all of our past and sh*t aside, heat World order is bangin' man. We have already won four titles and have been around for less than a week, you should already know that we run this bitch! Haha!

ALEX BRIGNATI..'ALEXHEAT
That's good to hear. I try to catch DXX on TV when I'm not busy with my business or with my wife. I saw that Ryan Black retained his Millennium Title at Nuclear Warfare. I called Ryan up after the show to say congratulations and he mentioned this heat World order. When he added that you were being added to the faction, I was skeptical as I'm sure you can understand. But Ryan assured me that the E-Man now is a different man to the one running with those mindless thugs. So it's good to meet up and clear the air. Are you staying long? We have several guest bedrooms.

E-MAN JACKSON..'D.UNI.BEST
Yeah, I'll stay here .. but anywho or what .. What has been happening with you .. since leaving DXX, still making money and sh*t?

ALEX BRIGNATI..'ALEXHEAT
Oh definitely. Business is down a little from last year because of the recession and everything but I'm still making large profits. People may want to cut down on flashy cars and boats but they'll always be drug addicts. Crime will always exist in this world and I'm happy to capitlize off it. The syndicate is pretty powerful. We've expanded our links in South America and built up relationships with bosses there which will make transporting the product far easier. So it's going well... but you don't want to get involved in this lifestyle. I'm too far in now to quit but I'm sick of sleepness nights. My wife is always on my back about leaving but then where is the cash for her fuckin' diamonds going to come from?

E-MAN JACKSON..'D.UNI.BEST
Haha. But ay man, I'm sick of that little f****r Savier. He keeps on bothering me, with sh*t. About, "Oooohhh you left Hood Tribe, you a fool". You know what, f**k him. It's obvious he has nothing better to do than try and live in the past. He has been saying that I was scared of him and that is why I dropped the titles. He has said that I am nothing more than someone he trained and then left me for sh*t. But really, he didn't. That was the stupidist thing I've ever heard.He didn't take me under his wing .. he thinks he is good, cause his gimmick is a Proper gentelman/Thug .. What the f**k?!?

ALEX BRIGNATI..'ALEXHEAT
Khwame Myles? Man, f**k Khwame Myles. He's the sorta classless punk that try to hijack our product and sell it in the hood to fuckin' kids. They have no morals. And he's obviously getting too high on his own damn supply because it was you who bailed on him if I recall correctly. Leaving the Hood Tribe or Generals or Scumbags or whatever they want to group themselves as this time was the best decision you ever made.

E-MAN JACKSON..'D.UNI.BEST
True that bull shit, I'm sick of all this stuff where people like Shad Moss, and Chad Jennings. Like to try and bash me cuz' I left. Like you said f**k em'. And actually, people have been saying that Shad Moss quit Dxx, cause he lost his title to Khwame, and Izzy whooped his ass a couple times. Ahaha.

ALEX BRIGNATI..'ALEXHEAT
Hahaha. Well there doesn't seem to be any other reason why Shad Moss suddenly left so I'd say that might just be it. Don't worry about those punks though. Most of the time they're high so spewing delusional bullshit about their own 'greatness' or running their mouths about others. You focus on getting paid and reaching the top of Massacre. It's not going to be easy but you can do it sooner or later if you stay in top shape with the right motivation. But you should go after Khwame Myles and get some revenge. He's been dissing you and you need to shut his mouth, stop him throwing shots and prove you're the better wrestler.

E-MAN JACKSON..'D.UNI.BEST
Wow, thanks man I will. Thanks much Alex. I gotta go so I'll hit you up later...

ALEX BRIGNATI..'ALEXHEAT
Yeah, no problem Immanuel. It's good to see you making strides in DXX and I hope you find Miami fun. Go pick a guest bedroom and I'll see you in half an hour for lunch, alright? I have a bit of business to attend too...

Ryan took a small break from speaking, as the crowd seemed to be mesmerized by his words. With the mic now at his side, Ryan looks at them all in silence. He lets his stare keep them uneasy, as if he could explode all of a sudden and send out a barrage of curse words at them and the rest of the damn world. But Ryan didn't feel like doing so, and just as he put the mic up to his face Forever By Drake, Kanye West, Lil Wayne and Eminem began to blare over the PA System. From behind the curtains leading to the back area, Emmanuel Jackson appeared, carrying a microphone in one hand, and seemingly in a very serious, and/or bad mood. He was dressed in a black polo, a white undershirt on underneath, a pair of baggy dark blue jeans and some Nike's, each step echoing across the arena, which apart from E-Man's entrance music, was dead silent. The crowd had never seen these two in a ring together, on Fusion, and were anticipating what type of mass-mayhem would procur from this momentous occasion. Jackson stepped into the ring, climbing up the steel steps swiftly, after having walked down the entrance ramp without so much as a glance to the crowd, instead keeping all focuse, all the intensity betrayed from his eyes, into the ring at the LA Star, Ryan Black. Ryan's mic was down at his side, on his left hand, something the crowd took notice of, knowing he was right-handed. Emanuel slowly walked up to him, standing face to face with him. He didn't back down from the stare Black and he exchanged, and neither did Ryan, who seemed, suddenly, as serious and alert as George Bush when shoes are headed his way. Finally, when it seems the stare down was over with and punches would be thrown, since E-Man had backed off, turned around, but suddenly had dove into a fit of giggles. Ryan had done the same but he had headed towards the opposite end of the ring.

E-Man
Haha! Dude, what the fuck's up with that!? You're like a freaking genius at staring contests, how many have you beaten me consecutively? 1378 times? I lost count.

Ryan was still smiling as he walked back to the middle of the ring. He and E-Man's fists met eachother in the middle of the ring, as the DXX and CGS superstars stood together in the ring. Black put the mic back up to his mouth, and laughed at the crowd.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Yeah, all these people actually thought we've got beef or something. Bunch of fools! We're like Peanut Butter and Jelly...

E-Man
Ryan Black and Sex..

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Ryan Black and Heterosexual Sex.

E-Man
Yeah. Whatever, anyway I was kind of wanting to meet up with you backstage, but you've got your match up next, you said you'd be leaving right afterwards, so why the hell not have our brief meeting here, in the ring. In front of this crowd? They'd enjoy that, wouldn't they.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
You can bet your rapping ass they would. I'm thee LA Star and your Emmanuel Jackson, the E-MAN! What else could they want? It's the DXX hWo, Heat World Order! Tristagi and Steve Storme hand fucking picked us to join them, they like us, then these guys gotta love us.

E-Man
Fuck yeah! We're hWo. Both of us champions of any kind imaginable, both of us the rising stars here on Fusion.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Yup. And there aren't any of those low-life, talentless, and wash ups who could stop us.

E-Man
Not Seth Omega?

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Pssh. When was the last time that guys Stable won a match? Their pathetic, they should take a page from Team EZ, Death Row or hWo. Plus this guy can't even compete. I saw him going to the ring to face off against Deathlocke at the last pay-per-view and by the team he was at the bottom of the entrance ramp, he was already winded. What a fat bastard, and not the funny kind like in Austin Powers.

E-Man
Hector Zavaglia?

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Another pathetic excuse for a former champion, if he's ever won one. But that's beside the point now. Zavaglia, I've beaten him. I didn't want to team with him, he said I couldn't roll with him and his straight-edge horn dog, pedifylish butt buddies and said I pretty much sucked, I said I'd wipe the floor with him, and I did. He now says he hadn't been training? Training or not, the outcome would be no different, so don't kid yourself.

E-Man
Leon Caprice?

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Who? o_0

E-Man
Yao Ming?

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
I'll give him some props just cause he's like eight feet tall and plays in the NBA, when he's not hurt, but if we cross paths, I'll fucking snap off the leg that's never been hurt.

E-Man
They've both been broken.


laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Then I'll make him grow a fucking third one, and snap that one the fuck off. Get what i'm saying. Me and You. The best thing to come to CGS: Fusion since the new General Manager took over. Who that is, I don't know, but since they signed me they gotta be amazing. Ha! Ryan Black is winning the Ultraviolence Championship Gauntlet Match, and Ryan Black is going to take on all comers in the match, let it be Caprice, Zavaglia, Omega, your mega, my mega, everybodies fucking Mega! I'm the next Ultraviolence Champion, and current LA Star, always have always fucking will be!

Just as Emanuel is going to get his input into the whole match, Underdog blares over the PA System and his mic is turned off. He frowns at the mic and just tosses it 30 rows deep into the crowd, caught by some girl who's tackled by the woman next to her; later revealed to be her mother. Both Ryan and E-Man raise their hands in the air, Black forming the 'LA Starrin' symbol, and Jackson climbing the turnbuckle to taunt the crowd.

The scene opens in a modern-looking gym lobby area. There’s a long wood desk lining part of the wall on which receptionists and signing people in and performing other day to day actions of their jobs. Steve Storme pushes open a swing door and strolls into the lobby, pulling out his iPod earphones as the music of All Time Low comes to an abrupt end. He spots Immanuel Jackson, aka E-Man, waiting round in the room, leant up against a wall dressed in shorts and a basketball top. He’s texting someone on his cell phone as swarms of people pass in and out through various doors. Steve strolls over to the man he’s taken under his wing as something of a protégé since E-Man for the past several months.

Storme's mouth forms a small smile and he bro-shakes with Immanuel. He stands back, hands on his hips, slightly out of breath after an intense session on the treadmill to stay in perfect condition. Steve's wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, a pair of baggy grey pants and expensive white trainers. He pulls a bottle of water from his pants pocket and drains the remaining quarter of it. He screws the cap back on and throws the bottle towards a near-by bin, grinning cockily as it goes straight in. He turns back to face E-Man face on.

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"What up kid? Haha. Funny me callin' you that when you older. But I could care less. Ha. So man, me and you finna get them tag titles soon man. This is the start of a new era. hWo style. Haha."

Steve Storme
"Yeah, E, we've got heat World order holding it down in various feds but I agree with you man, it's about time the two of us get some tag team gold together... but how you doing outside the ring? You're with that Ella chick still, right?"

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Yeah, yeah of course. But she had decided a while ago she wanted to retire from wrestling and all. She usually sits in my locker room and watches my matches .. or should I say watch me win? Haha. Either way it's good.

But life's been great. I'm probably gonna get a rap deal from a big label sometime soon. I'm gettin' pretty beastly, and just bought a nice new ride. Plus, I just got Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare Two! Oh shit! Haha. But what about you how you been doing?"

Steve Storme
"Aww, that's cool man. I'm pleased things are going well, especially with Ella. As for me, when it comes to the ring, it couldn't be better. I haven't lost in months, just picked up the biggest win of my two-year career last week against Kyle Evers for a World Title but... me and Kaya are finished. We'd been arguing a lot lately and then I found her with this punk, I vented by punching his face in... but yeah, I've been pretty down cos I thought me and Kaya were right for each other. Our lifestyles clashed though - she hates wrestling and the grinding schedule on the road, and I-... ehh, it's complicated."

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Awww, sad to here yall' didn't work out. But meh, forget her. But man, yeah I heard about that World Title win. I mean you beat Evers. He's like one of the greatest like ... ever dude. Real talk, that match was awesome. I watched it on youtube.

I was browsing through the internet, and then googled my own name. A lot of shit came up. Then I pressed my wiki. Then saw your name, and I was like heeeyyy .. so I pressed it, and it said three time CGS World champion ... I was like 'Shitz!' So I went to youtube and .. well it's a long story, basically I went to youtue and saw your match. I also saw the video two girls and one cup ... No comment."

Steve Storme
"Oh dear... yeah, that video is nasty. There's some real fucked up people around - kinda like the morons who keep signing Eric Steel to contracts. Since I left DXX, I've enjoyed not seeing that punk cutting his tedious promos although watching him get his ass kicked was always pretty fun, ahaha... but tell me about your rap thing, what record labels you looking to sign with? Young Money perhaps? They're so hot right now."

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Mmmmm, maybe. That would be a good idea though. I was about to contact them the other day, but you know ... knowing me, my lazy ass couldn't even get off the couch. Haha. I think I got distracted by like Ben Ten: Alien Force on television. I don't know. But I'm easily distracted.

Haha. Maybe, you could try and drop a rap for me right now. Rapping is easy, just like, make sense and rhyme. Drop a rap for me now. Let's see what you can do."

E-Man then smirks and then awaits for Steve to reply. He shrugs his shoulders with an awkward expression on his face, a weak smile. This isn't his field of expertise but he'd rapped a few times before with Dash Blade and was confident enough to know he wasn't going to make a fool of himself.

Steve Storme
"You want me to rap? Uhh... well my half-brother is a rapper but I'm not... I'll give it a go, I guess...
I'm the fuckin' best, Mister C-G-S
Got an ego bigger than Kanye West
And a few times a year, one of my peers
Wants beef and I end their career
Time to shine, blow ya mind with rhymes
Any title I want soon becomes mine
Cos I murder competition like a serial killer
More like Slim Shady than Vanilla
Steve fuckin' Storme, globally known
Rawrstorme to your dome if you come at my throne
And fuck anybody standing in my way
Ey E, ain't you got something to say?"

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Oh shitz, So Steve Storme can pull a rap out of his ass like that. Haha. Oh shit, that rap was fuckin' beast. You should probably be pullin' a label deal with me. Haha. But naw, man I'mma probably sign with Young Money, or Shady Records. I'm not sure yet. You startin' a band anytime soon?"

Steve Storme
"Aw I'd like to start a band - I can play some stuff on the guitar. But I'm so busy on the road, working out and all that. When I take some time off from wrestling, I'll look into forming something like that. As for the rapping, Young Money or Shady would be your best options. With Em's affiliation to WNL, perhaps you could speak to him about getting signed... and if you ever need someone to drop a verse, let me know, ahaha."

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Haha. Yeah, I know what you mean, I might sign with him. But, yo what title you plannin' on goin' for on other brands? I think I might just try and get a world title here."

Steve Storme
"In SCW? Yeah, that's cool man, go for it. I'm not really in the gold-hunt there, it's more for the money but I reckon we could get the Tag Titles. I'm going for the WNL Lightweight Title - there's an open battle royal next Saturday ya see."

Immanuel Jackson
"So what do you think of this CGS Open Battle Royal? You think I got what it takes to enter? I mean, I know it's a different brand then this .. but I figured that I'm ready for championship gold at the moment, and since you're kinda introducing me back to everything ... you think I'm ready man?"

Steve Storme
"Well we're not talking about a battle royal here man, this is an Ultraviolent Gauntlet match. So that means anything goes; chairs, tables, chains, hell, even fire! There's some hardcore specialists entering this like Seth Omega so you better bring some brutal weapons. But yeah, you got a shot at winning this - it's worth entering."

Immanuel Jackson
"Cool. I mean how hard can it possibly be? Only doubts I'm having is that this isn't like any of the other feds we've been on, this has a lot higher competiton. Ya know? But I like it, it helps me push myself, instead of 'not being assed'."

Steve Storme
"Yeah, I follow. It's good to test yourself against some tougher competition, makes it all seem more worthwhile. It won't be easy, you'll take some losses but you'll become a better wrestler because of it. You'll learn more."

Immanuel Jackson
"Aight man thanks. That means a lot. Man, look at my Hair, looks dope doesn't it? Haha. Somethin' you couldn't pull off Steve. Got it done by my oersonal barber. He can do some cool shiz bro. I'mma try and see if he can hook you up with ... somethin'. Haha."

Steve Storme
"Ahaha, well I think you're right, I couldn't pull that cut off. I'd look like a wanksta. So yeah, I'll just stick with my mid-length fringe, thanks for the offer though. Haha."

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"HAHA! But yo, fam' I got things to do and gotta go. But, Ella got a friend, she doesn't have a boy anymore, and she's hot and single. Maybe I could set yall up ..."

Steve Storme
"Uhh... I don't know, man... I don't think I'm really ready to get back into the dating game."

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Aww come on Steve. I realise you and Kaya were close but you gotta try to move on and this will be a good start."

Steve Storme
"Alright, alright... we'll go out for lunch or something but you and Ella are coming along in case I don't like this girl, kay?"

'E-Man' Immanuel Jackson
"Ahaha okay, man. Peace."

Steve Storme
"See ya.

The scene fades out as Immanuel Jackson walks through the automatic doors, slipping into the crowd and out to the car park. Steve reflects on this double date and sighs - he didn't really want to get into this now. But it might work out, who knows? It was worth a try, at least. Steve opens a door off the lobby, returning to his work-out.

So many people entering the battle royal ... Now, you might think to yourselves, "Oh come on E-Man, you can kick these jokers to the curb" but believe me these guys are no jokesters. They mean business. And what I will do to them will be strictly business. Nothing but good old business. I mean, we all here for the money, am I right? You see the CGS crew don't understand me. They think of me as a 5'2" black, motherf*cker from the hood... and hell, they are right on!

These bitches think they can f*ck with me, bull sh*t! I'm the best that Mayhem has to offer. When me and Zinc were back on Rated, we dominated, and even after we went our separate ways, we both still dominated! To win this title that is on shoulders, I had to pin the man who was once said to be the best of the best on Mayhem. That man is Shad Moss. That man is my new partner in the Hood Generals! Me and Shad, we've both been through hell. Very few people know what we went through like Chad, Zinc, and Khwame. You see, I was brought up in a bad, bad neighborhood. I would see one gang destroy another gang, and that gang getting shot at by another gang, and so on and so forth. Man, I'm Brooklyn all the way, hood for life!

And yet sometimes I wonder... Did I throw my life away? Hell to the nah. Puh-leeze, I'm E-Man for Christ's sake! No one on Mayhem has a better win/loss record then me! Thirty wins and only seven losses. That is the record of a true champion. And the Daniels crew was the cause of one of those losses. Not too long ago, when I had a match with Kyle Evers, the leader of the Brotherhood, and I was just about to win before I got jumped by the entire Brotherhood. Man, these punks think that they are the best, but come on, they can't even beat me fair and square. I defeated Cameron Hayden four times! No one has beaten him four times! And then, I beat Jacob Azazel! The Brotherhood have no chance against me, I'm just too hardcore for them. Haha. I'm E-Man .. Immanuel Jackson. Who the f**k is gonna stop my reign as champion in DXX? No one. I won't allow it. But, look I just got back from a party, it was beastly. You could call those kinda parties jukin' parties. Yall ever got juked before? Lolz. But naw, tonight Im finna rip Nick Awesome's beard off, rip Xavier Daniels ears off [maybe he'll spell better when he can't hear "Saviour" ^_^]. And end that match with a pin count of 1 ... 2... 3!

Ella Adams
"Hey Steve, how you been? Well umm, this is my friend Kim.

Steve Storme
"Oh, not too bad, Ella... and hey there, Kim."

Kim
"Hmm?"

Immanuel Jackson
"Kim, this is Steve Storme, your date..."

Kim
"Hello there Steve Storme... if that is your real name."

Steve Storme
"Well my real name is Steve Ashton but I'm a professional wrestler - Steve Storme is my ring name. Management like-"

Kim
"Did I ask for your lifestory, dear?"

Steve exahles and flashes E-Man a weary look - this didn't seem like it was going to go well. Kim seemed even less enthusiastic about this double date than Steve. They four of them make their way to a vacant booth, the girls sitting down on one side and the boys on the other.

Immanuel Jackson
"So Ella, when are we supposed to be going to the movies later? Around what time? I got a press conference for Chain Gang Soldier in like three hours."

Ella Adams
"Honey, we're gonna be finished in a bit. Don't be so impatient."

Immanuel Jackson
"Yeah, yeah. Alright. What do you think of this coffee shop? Haven't we been here once or twice?"

Ella Adams
"Yeah, remember that was that one time we came here, and then after you took me home and then we ..."

Ella then raises an eyebrow and then smiles and then giggles a bit. E-Man then laughs and then smirks at what she had said.

Immanuel Jackson
"Oh .. yupp, I remember now. That was a good night. Ahhh, good times .... good times. Hopefully, we get a replay of that night, tonight may be one of those nights. I could do that little thing that you like ... You know where I get up and then d-"

Ella Adams
"Honey! We're in public ... settle down."

Steve's brow furrows and he glances between Ella and Immanuel, shuddering a little as he pictures what exactly they mean.

Immanuel Jackson
"Aw, aw yeah. Sorry. Hey, Steve and Kim, yall' have been really quiet."

Kim shrugs her shoulders to show she doesn't have anything to say while looking down at her phone, texting somebody.

Ella Adams
"Yeah, Kim why don't you tell Steve about yourself?"

Steve Storme
"What do you do for a living?"

Kim
"I'm a pole dancer."

Steve manages a weak smile and nods, flashing a strained eyed look at Immanuel; what had E got him into? Kim picks up this interaction and she turns away from her phone, eyes narrowed.

Kim
"Are you judging me, boy?"

Steve Storme
"No no, not at all. It must be really... umm... fun... and I bet you meet a lot of new people which is uhh... cool. Yep, very cool."

Immanuel Jackson
"It must be good exercise, don't you think Steve?"

Steve Storme
"Yeah! That's it, good exercise, I meant to say that...

Steve's slightly worried facial expression changes. He lights up with a little grin as E-Man provides the cover although it's too late, Kim rolls her eyes and returns to her phone, shaking her head a little. Immanuel senses the tense atmosphere and turns to Ella.

Immanuel Jackson
"ey babes, how about me and Steve will go and get the coffee for you girls?"

Ella Adams
"Yeah, that's fine, hun. You know how I like it."

Immanuel nods, flashing a smile. He gets to his feet, allowing Steve to climb out of the booth. E had suggested him and Steve get the coffees so they could chat - see what he thought of Kim.

Steve Storme
"How do you like your coffee, Kim?"

Kim
"Black... how I like my lovers."

Steve Storme
"Ah, that's... funny... that's real funny."

Steve manages a weak obviously false laugh and rolls his eyes while E splutters. Ella gives Kim an awkward look, she'd always thought Steve was cool - they had pranked E-Man for Ashton Kutcher's Punk'd show - so she didn't approve of Kim's rudeness.

Immanuel Jackson
"Right well we'll you two in five minutes or so."

The two guys walk over to the line to order coffee and join the back. It's a fairly long line so they should be here a while. Steve looks over to their booth where Ella and Kim are engaging in hushed conversation.

Immanuel Jackson
"So what you think of Kim? She lived up to everything I said? I mean come on ... you know you love her."

Steve Storme
"Are you out of your mind?! Man, she obviously hates me ahaha. This is a disaster, this is the last time I listen to you when it comes to girls, E! And now I gotta go back over there and try to make pleasant conversation with that bitch."

Kim
"Nut uh... oh no you didn't."

Steve turns round in surprise, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Kim's walked over to the line, she wanted to get a muffin along with her coffee and happened to overhear Steve.

Kim
"Ain't no man call me a bitch!"

Immanuel Jackson
"Oh noez... Kimberly, just calm dowwwwnnnn, I mean, he meant it in a good way. Switch around the b with a r. Then get rid of the t... you have rich! That's what he meant... that's what he meant. "

E-Man then hesitates to bring a smile unto his face and tries to motion for Steve to do the same for this woman to calm down. Steve shrugs, looking down at the ground, knowing E's excuse had no chance of succeeding. He looks up at Kim.

Steve Storme
"You know, there's no point pretending... yeah, I did call you a bitch. Sorry Kim but the attitude and snappy fingers? Yeah, it's not for me."

Kim
"What makes you think you could this anyway?"

Steve Storme
"You're a pole dancer, it can't be too difficult..."

Kim slaps Steve pretty hard and he recoils clutching his face with a little cocky grin. He shakes his head and turns to E-Man.

Steve Storme
"Listen man, I'm outta here before this girl stops me from one day having kids ahaha. Peace."

Immanuel Jackson
"Ahaha. Aight, later bro."

Steve and Immanuel bro-shake and then Storme exits the cafe swiftly while Kim shakes her head in disgust. She gives E-Man a nasty look for his friendship with Steve, and setting up the date. Jackson snickers to himself as the scene fades out.

Since the dawn of time, there have been those who hid in the shadows. Minding their own business as others took action, lying low, afraid to enter the ruckus (sp?). The second group of people, the one's who went up to danger and spat at him in the eye, whether with spit or something else *hint*. They bravely fought for their country, but usually weren't the brightest. The one's who did have the brains, they commanded the brave. With logic, they commanded their brave forces and won battles. The last group, is a very rare group. These, well, let's leave it to this and you can judge the type of group they are...

The sun shone through the windows of the hotel suite, in downton Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Seemingly not enough for the inhabitants though, that at mid day, had the ceiling lights blaring on. The suite was very spacious and had a huge living room, where the contents of the room were strewn every which way. The armchairs were lying on top of eachother, a love seat up against the wall, on its side. A small coffee table was missing two legs in the middle of the room. One leg could be seen on the chandelier high up on the ceiling. The other, was brought into the scene by a man, wearing no shrit and a pair of beige dickies, which was all the man wore. He hopped onto a sofa that up to that point, had been the only normal positioned furniture piece in the whole of the Suite's living room.

He hopped on it twice, before hopping onto the floor, losing his balance and landing on the brown carpeted floor. Another man came into view, wearing pants that nearly sagged down to his ankles and a white plain t-shirt, the same vacant expression as the other man, with a smile. He jumped on the other man, rolling over him, taking the table's leg, and jumping back up to his feet.

immanuelJACKSON/hWfuckinO
Haha! You hit the ground muthafucka! That's 13 and a half points for me and I get the leg back.

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
That's fuckin gay! What's the score now? I gotta be winnin or you screwin me!

E-Man silently tallied something on his fingers quietly for a few seconds before turning back to Chad who had now punched the floor and was sitting up

immanuelJACKSON/hWfuckinO
I got like seventy 8 and one hundreth points and you gots like what? Negative one-hundred fifty-eight thousand four hundred sixty-six.

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
You fuckin cheating me then bitch! I got way more points than you do asshole!

E-Man took to tallying his fingers again before frowning at Chad.

immanuelJACKSON/hWfuckinO
Oh yeah. You are winnin. Alright let's keep this sh*t...

E-Man broke off, just as the door to the room opened and in walked in thee LA Star, Ryan Black. He wore a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans with some black Jordan's. Ryan threw the pass key he had used to get in at Chad, who only watched it hit him in the head. Black stared at the scene and shook his head.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
You guys are fuckin retarded. I left you guys here for like 5 minutes to get Corn Nuts at the vending machine around the corner, and you guys destroyed the f*****g room! What the hell's that about? And why are you holding a table leg stupid?

Ryan looked at E-Man who just shrugged his shoulders. Chad let out a giggle, and Black turned on him.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
What the f**k are you laughing at?

Jennings let out a girly giggle and took his sweet as time to answer.

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
You said you went around to the corner to get some nuts. Haha!

FACEPALM. Black shook his head with a frown and Jackson stood their thinking for a while, before laughing, finally getting the joke.

immanuelJACKSON/hWfuckinO
Haha. Dude we found like a bag of some sh*t Jennings got from some dealer across the street. Supposed to be from like New Jersey or some fuckin place like that.

Ignoring E-Man's geography impairededness, which thee LA Star had reason to believe wasn't all from the drugs, Black went to the couch that Jennings had jumped off and sat down. Jennings just sat there, staring blankly at Ryan's shoes. The LA Star looked at him for a few moments, before looking over at E-Man, who had taken to try and hit the chandelier with the table leg in his hand, something which he attempted from being on his back on the floor.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
You guys had more than that stupid sh*t you bought, didn't you?

immanuelJACKSON/hWfuckinO
I didn't, but he mixed his own blunt with like three other types of sh*t.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Err...Chad?

Jennings just stared at Black's shoes, everywhere Ryan moved them too, even if he moved them both in opposite directions, one of Chad's eyes followed. Ryan wacked him in the head with his hand, and Jennings looked up, finally.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Chad! What the fuck's wrong with you?

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
Ryan! When did you get here!? Don't you have a match like tonight or something?

Black ignored the first part, and nodded.

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
You're going to lose.

Ryan gave him an angry look and smacked him on the back of the head one more time.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
How am I supposed to fucking lose when I'm facing some stupid ass idiot. That's what people said when I faced Shelton Benjamin, Pete, Montel Porter, Bobby Marshall. Dude everybody puts me down cause I'm fucking awesome. Don't you forget it. I'm the Universe Champ, soon to be the DXX Universe Heavyweight Champ and the DXX Pure Champion. I'm fucking awesome.

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
I wish I had a championship...

The last part of what Jennings said was cut off by a snore. E-Man had fallen asleep. Black looked away from him and at Jennings, ignoring Chad's, the DXX World Champ's, championship statement.

laSTARRIN`ryanBLACK
Go to fuckin sleep so the fuckin high wears off...

chadJENNINGS/blackHEARTIN
NO! Make me!

Black gave him an angry look and Chad surrended, heading to the room to the right, mumbling angry, as thee LA Star got to his feet, and headed out the door. He had a match to prepare for and to win.[/blockquote]