ManicMania - Free for All in the Desert

[AJ]

IWS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

IWS Tag Team Champions
The Wolf
Dolphus Dresden & Jerrick Hadrian

vs.

EVERYONE

Gauntlet match= Champions enter first. The FIRST TEAM to beat them becomes the NEW Champions and than must defend against the rest of the teams in the gauntlet. The last team standing wins the titles and is crowned the IWS Tag Team Champions.
Deadline= April 29th @11pm EST.

[Alejandro Primo]

Of course I am first, I am the Fricking PRIMO BABY!!!!!


The scene opens up with Primo staring into the mirror inside the new "ASYLUM" at least that's what he calls this place. He brushes back his perfect hair back and shakes his head grunting in frustration. He grabs a pad with foundation powder and blotches over the purple bruise on his forehead. He had already interrupted Raven, what does that idiot know. He is not a fighter, he will never last long as champion he is just a chump.

In the mirror he watches Bambi looking at him holding in a giggle. He puts down the make up and twirls around on his chair looking at her. He flicks his bangs out of his gorgeous eyes.

Primo- "Well hunny come out with it, what has you nearly bursting at the seems? is it this cut?? Huh... is it this?"

He hits himself hard where his stitches are and the blood starts to mix in with the makeup that already took him hours to do. Bambi shakes her head and places her fingers over her mouth still holding in a giggle. Primo bits his lip and cracks his neck holding in his frustration.

Primo- "haha oh fair maiden. What is it, was Raven right are you done with The Primo? You were never here at The Primo's side were you?! Disgraceful! The Primo thinks you are shameful and unworthy of The Primo! You laugh at my pain?"

He continues to hit himself and Bambi cant contain herself anymore.


Bambi stares at Primo barely containing her laughter as she finally spills it.


Bambi- "Um like you do remember what happened the last time you faced Raven? You ta..."

He quickly grasp his bloody hand around her mouth stopping her. He smiles and slowly shakes his head back and forth.

Primo- "Shh shh shh no no no we don't talk about that. do you think THe Primo would do anything that he did not ABSOLUTELY have to do?! Please...Please Bambi don't make me ...Don't make The Primo do something he doesn't want to do."

His eyes travel down over her as if he is taking her all in for the last time. He likes her he really does, but she is only as good to him as he thinks she is after that he has no use for her, nothing to keep him anchored in reality. The thought of losing all humanity and hope in things crosses his mind before she responds.
She pushes his hand away and shouts like a spoiled child with an angry tone that one has ever witnessed.

Bambi- "Excuse you, but I wasn't going to like say the word. Though you can't deny that it happened. Maybe if I did say it then you wouldn't let it happen again."

Primo laughs and taps her on the head like the good little girl she is. He turns back to the mirror and grumbles at having to sew himself back up and redo his make-up.

Primo- "Rather I let it happen or not is not for you or I to determine. Would you rather the Primo be injured and not get to fight, not make that money that keeps Bambi looking good, that keeps her tummy full, and those drinks in her hand when she wants them. Trust me sweetheart The Primo has things handled. If I had not tapped than we would not stand a chance at the tag team titles like we do right now."

He hopes that she sees his point, she had been trying so hard to not have blonde moments, though he will never fully hate her for them the poor soul.

Bambi- "Like I get it. You did this for us. YAY!!"

Not sure what brought on the anger or if it's truly gone, but one thing remains...Primo must win.


He looks at her and wonders what she is thinking inside that beautiful... teasing head of hers. He shakes it away this match is more important, giving her a crown to wear along side him that is what truly matters in this world, what matters to The Primo inside this IWS Universe.


Primo- "Of course I did it for us sweetness. The PRIMOKLYMAXXX!"

When he says it Primo sounds like a mad scientist. He grips his hands together thinking about the upcoming match and getting through it to the gold on both of them. He makes sure that his bleeding has stopped and gets back up looking at her. He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes her forehead, he can be nice when he wants to be. or needs to be?

Primo- "Bambi I like you do you think just anyone deserves to be with The Primo like you do?"

Bambi- "No. No one can be like me..duh!"

Primo- "that's right and nobody is like the primo either! See it's meant to be. Raven got lucky maybe the spirits were with him. My focus in on you now babe. And on that tag team gold and how sexy you and the primo are going to make those titles look. It's really going to be a PrimoKlymaxxx at ManicMania."

He chuckles at his plan come together sacrificing the eXtinction title match was just a small price to pay for something much greater.

[Jack Sinister]

Scene #1

It's been almost two years ...


Jack stands at his Grandmother's grave with a handful of roses. It has almost been two years now since she passed away and left everything to him. His grandmother was very rich, she stayed to herself always got stuff on sale and never spent $ on anything she didn't need. Yet still had enough left to spoil Jack. Standing behind him is Mistress Pain the female that took him in when she found him eating food out of the IWS dumpster. Jack takes a deep breath and starts to talk, not to anyone imparticular but assumed to Mistress or his grandmother's spirit.


"I ran away when I was thirteen you know. I wanted to be a wrestler so bad. I put my body through anything and everything because I was just a kid and didn't have the build or the look even. Sometimes I think I should have enjoined childhood like Gram wanted me too... *sighs* ...I couldn't though. I couldn't waste time growing up when there was a goal I wanted to achieve."

His deep chocolate eyes seem soft at this moment fixated only on the tombstone of his Grandmother. His short black spiked hair is nearly placed and his facial hair is nearly trimmed unlike he was leaving it. He has a coat on, but still seems to be shivering.

"I think it killed her to watch me, but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. If I wasn't living my dream I would be dead."

He kneels down and places the roses on the tombstone, and kisses his fingers before placing them alone the cold stone. He takes a single rose and stands up turning back around and walking over to Mistress Pain. She has a odd smile on her face as he now stands well overhead of her unlike when she first met the boy. He is much wider and stacked than that scrawny little thing she found picking through a dumpster. His skin looks less pale, the dark circles under his eyes are gone. If one did not know any better one might say that this is what Mistress looks like beaming with pride like an actual mother would...but...is she capable of such a thing??
Jack hands her the rose and looks her in the eyes with a serious face.

"Thank-you I get to keep living my dream everyday thanks to you. I will find a way to repay you."

She accepts the rose with a smug smirk, and twirls it in her hand seeming rather full of herself.

"I am sure you will."

Jack feels a twitch of anxiety overcome him while he thinks of everything that has happened. Her losing her title, he should have been able to stop it from happening. Dorian Blake cashed in his briefcase and betrayed Mistress.

"I would..." He stops and takes a breath collecting his courage like she always told him to. "I would very much like to enter this ManicMania event with my Mistress... please."

He almost forgot the please, but at the last second knew she strongly dislikes anyone being rude to her least of all anyone that is beneath her like he is. Mistress can still she the nervous little boy behind Jack's eyes as much as he is attempting to be a man right now in front of her. So as not to bruise his ego she plays along, but carefully.

"Jackie do you really believe that you and I could win this event? The rumor is that a total of 15 or more teams will be competing. That is a long night... do you really have... the stamina?"

She cocks her eyebrow with a playful pun coming off the tip of her tongue. Her eyes view up and down him and she wonders is all of him has gotten bigger? Jack smiles the sexual energy completely being lost on him.

"MISTRESS! Of COURSE! I believe with all my heart that you could win this match on your own if you had to! Not to mention the fact that I am not that little boy I used to be, no Ma'am I am a bona fide machine. I eat, drink, sleep, and breath destroying what you want me to. I take pleasure in dealing out your pain upon people. My life belongs to you and my heart belongs in that ring. I have always wanted to be a wrestler, I've always wanted to prove I am just the best. This world is too sad a place to not see gold around your waist. That's why I feel it is time i finally turn up the gears....it's time I have some gold around my waist as well. We're gonna be the first female and male tag team champions since Trent and Katherine Brown!"

Jack is starting to get his emotions hyped up, the excitement is ringing through his voice. His eyes are lite up like a child's joy, his smile is ear from ear. Just thinking about it he can't contain himself. Mistress places her hand along his cheek to stop him from slightly jumping up and down. Her touch does instantly calm the boy down, but he still keeps his cheesy grin.

"Are Trent Brown and his pathetic wife anything to strive to be Jackie boy?"

"I ...I guess not, but he was the tv title champion, and I think he might have held the eXtinction title....for sure they both won awards."

She takes a moment still holding his cheek and decides to forgive his childishness. She pats him on the head and chuckles he still thinks far too small which is why he is perfect.

"So what Trent Brown is in the Hall of Fame this year Jackie...You'll be in the Hall of Fame someday. I guarantee it, because I am going to take you all the way there. You're not like everyone else. All falling over and fumbling because of Josie..."

She stops as her rage nearly takes over, most of all Mistress blames Josie for why Dorian Blake turned on her. Not Dax Clark, not Mary Jane.... it was Josie Pleasure. Mistress clinches her fist tightly imagining getting her hands on Josie and costing her and Shane the tag team titles. A swift kick to The Trademark groin...that will ruin any consoling consummating that could go on post match as well. Do people really think Mistress Pain is down and out?
How did AJ Riot manage to slip in a victory and get into her head so deeply?
Is Mistress Pain truly mortal after all?

She stops clinching her fist and the thoughts pause as Jack places his hand on her shoulder. It feels like a catchers mitt holding onto her and surprisingly makes her feel secure along with the sound of his deeper yet still familiar voice.

"MIstress...are you alright?"

He ask full of concern, not many people show any for her and those that do are gone like a flash in the pan.

"I will be, come on Jackie let's get ready. There are some tag team titles that we need to win."

Jack smiles at the agreement his Mistress is in that they should compete and win the tag titles at ManicMania. He turns to look at his Grandmother's grave one more time before follow Mistress Pain to their limo and the scene fades.




Scene #2

Jack is doing push ups with Mistress Pain pushing her heel into his back as she counts them out loud for him.

"101, 102, 103....does that hurt Jackie?" She ask pressing her boot into him.

He cringes but shakes his head. "No Mistress. I only feel pain when you permit me to feel pain."[/color] He grunts as he has to press himself into her heel now to complete a push up. She smirks and takes her foot off of him, he really was turning out to be the best trained dog she has ever had. He eats what she tells him to, trains the way she demands that he does, and his brain does not accept anything that she tells him not to. If she told him the sky was shit brown he would accept it as reality. She turns and cracks her whip off of his back and he winces only for a second.

"I never told you to stop, I want those arms read to rip a man's head off his shoulders come the 29th."

"Yes Mistress." He keeps doing his push ups while Pain looks at the cameras.


"Just look at him...sheer perfection. Of course there needs to be a little polishing but...heh well who doesn't need a good polishing now and than? Do you all see this beast behind me? Do you all see what I have created?"

She places the first picture on air.

"This is Jackie boy at 13 years old when he debuted in X-Nation. There is not much to him, in fact I am surprised he is still alive to be honest. How about being able to work that mic though, what happened to that huh? How about this...just baby muscles. Looks like the signs of a dedicated pupil to me though."



Mistress looks at her nails and than at the screen again seeing the next photos.



"Mmm jailbait this is around the time I myself started noticing Jack Sinister, but he still was not anything that stood out. Just another run away that was spoiled by his guardian. These two years really aloud Jack to grow handsome hmm ladies?"

"How about this Mistress? This was after I been living with you for almost a year."



"Yes it is and my look at that mass improvement. People might not think that I still got it, or perhaps others think I just ride off other's coattails. I make superstars and I am a superstar. The sun sets at night to hide from me out of fear I might out shine it. I want everyone at ManicMania to take notice...Jackie boy and myself are walking out of there the tag team titles. We both refuse to fade into the background, besides do you think I am gonna keep this big piece of dynamite hidden and let him go to waste. I don't think so. PrimoKlymaxx ... Legendary... Team Clark... Whoever thinks they are a big name...you're just another victim for my monster to take out. Sweet Dreams."

She blows a kiss at the camera before the scene shows one last photo.





I am dedicated to being a pro wrestler, I defy the odds, I don't back down, and I work my ass off to be the best even in the face of adversity. I am Jack Sinister this is not just a hobby, this is not just a way to make a money. This is my life and my religion and I am about to show you where I live, you are about to see my church. Those tag titles they are my offering and Mistress and myself are about to collect.

[Josie Pleasure]

"Oh I do believe that you are forgetting about the most important people, Legendary. Does that ring a bell? I mean we are former champions and as such, I think that we should have been chosen first. There shouldn't be this "sign up" feature for us, after all aside from Queen Sophie, we're the closet thing to royalty this place has."

The crowd reacts quite negatively and Josie, just smiles broadly

"I almost thought that Roman Reigns, just entered or something. You idiots really think that you can shut me up by being so rude? I can talk LOUDER and not to mention I have a microphone, so your attempts are futile. You all need to remember who puts the asses in the seats and that's me. Go ahead chant "you suck" or whatever useless phrase your small minds can vomit, but think about this...no matter if you support me or you're against me...either way you're endorsing me. SUCK ON THAT, BITCHES!!"

Josie does a mic drop with all the drama included which again gets a negative reaction from the capacity crowd and she even puts a hand to her ear as though she can't hear them, which of course increases the noise and brings her complete joy.

[jerrickhadrian]

-Back at the now empty IWS warehouse. AN FBI team patrols the depths of the massive IWS warehouse. It's rumored one man, and his son are still living in the warehouse. The team nervously talks to each other.

"Did you hear about the man we are looking for?"

"Just that late at night. You can hear a baby cry, and no one has been able to find it."

"We've been searching this place for weeks! How can anyone even live down here. This place stinks."

-The team quiets as they turn around a corner, and they see the faint glow of a light moving away from them. The team quickly tries to follow, but can't keep up with the moving light.

"Blasted. How big are these depths? This is like the lab from Resident Evil. It just keeps going, and fucking going."

"Shut the hell up. We gotta be close if we seen that light."

-The team continues in quiet, and after a short while sees the light again. They slowly start to approach as a giant comes walking out of the darkness into them.

Man:"What are you doing here? Why have you entered my domain? SPEAK!!!!"

-The last bit comes out in a yell, and a baby starts to cry in the distance.

"Are you Jerrick Hadrian?"

Man:"I am what do you want?"

"There is no way you are Jerrick Hadrian. You gotta be at least seven foot four hundred pounds."

Man:"I hit a growth spurt a few months ago. Nobody has seen me since. Everybody has left the warehouse to me again. This is now my domain."

"The federal government took this warehouse over after one Dorian Blake was accused of murdering Rabbit in the ring."

Jerrick:"So that's what all that commotion has been. As owner of the IWS warehouse i'm going to have to ask you to leave now if the investigation has been concluded."

"Owner?!?"

Jerrick:"I graduated from high school at the age of thirteen. By fifteen I had made my first million. I bought this warehouse several years ago from a shady man named Ghost."

"Sir we have been required to inform you that IWS has moved out worst. Your point of contact is a Mister Dax Clark. Have a good day"

-The Scene fades out as the men leave Jerrick with a puzzled look on his face.

[Adam McGavin]

Introductions ....


The cameras open up in front of a white painted brick wall. In the background there is music playing, FoA's Theme Song.


Adam McGavin paces back and forth talking to himself. Brodie Harper stands there in a dirty wife beater tank top and blue jeans. His holds his hands at his side and watches Adam looking like he is eagerly awaiting him to say something.


The Chosen One: "We are not whole, not quite yet. We're here... so many will wonder why. Are you afraid? ... haha. It could have been anyone. Do you hear me Brodie?! It could have been anyone! I am home IWS.... I am here to wage war. What better way is there to prove my army is superior than to dominate this ManicMania match? Those of you dreaming of victory will be disappointing, those that dream of blood it will be your own that you taste."

Adam turns and looks at Brodie and than at the camera again. He presses his fingers to his lips pondering deeply the magnitude of the situation. He rubs his hands over his torso as if he has the championship there already. Than mouths something before returning to where he stopped.

The Chosen One: "I want to beat down so many of you in this match, and I want to get that respect of those that have overlooked me, those that have turned from me. This is the begining IWS.... are you scared? ... hahaha.... you should be."

The screen flickers before it shows Adam jumping at the camera with his Trademark Metal Pick.


RUNNNNNN!

The camera tips over and you hear a man screaming for his life before gurgling blocks his airway. Adam laughs loudly before the camera turns to static.

[~The Wolf~ Dolphus Dresden]

The scene opens with Dresden looking in the bassinet at his son. Why is this important you might ask, what does this have to do with wrestling. Isn't his son dead? Well yes his son Jr is dead... killed by an illness, his mother killed during a home invasion. Now Dresden has breed with someone else, I wouldn't say settled for can a man like The Wolf ever settle down?

Let's not forget, The Wolf IS A WRESTLER ... whatever happens in his life it goes into the ring with him, whatever happens in that ring it comes back to his family.

Angel is still sobbing while lightly pulling at her platinum blonde hair.

A. Love= "He left me, I just know he left me and the baby. I don't know where they are."

Wolf= "Just shut up would you."

Lilith Morningstar the woman (thing...) that had Dresden's baby puts her hand on Angel's shoulder to comfort her and looks over at Dresden.

Morningstar= "She is your devote, both her and Jerrick believe in you."

Wolf= "None of this makes sense! Where is The Gifted one? We are a pack stronger than blood. Yet when I need him where is he?"

Deep down Dolphus is worried for his tag team partner, when the warehouse was seized he could have gotten shot. Everyone seems shocked the Universe Champion committed murder....not Dresden. This is a dog eat dog world and Dorian Blake just didn't like that some hungry pup was nibbling away at his legacy for supper. That was Tolkien....I mean Rabbit's fault for not being prepared to battle till the death. Angel is very beside herself not knowing where either of her boys are, if Dolphus didn't know any better he'd even say she loves Jerrick.

Wolf= "He will turn up, and I am sure he is with his son. I for one wouldn't abandon mine unless death separated us....and death....well death is something I don't see getting Jerrick for a long time...until he is ready."

A.Love= "You really think so?"

Wolf= "Yes I do. I was told that Judas Tyme will be my partner in his place... I have seen Josie Pleasure give her rant... I have seen how hungry Mistress' pup is to prowl now that he is a man. Primo and Klymaxxx they are just a joke to me. Is nobody worthy of The Natural Order? Is there nobody out there worthy to dethrone us? There is no legends here in IWS just withered old corpses....
....
......
I want all of IWS to know this isn't goodbye, this is hello. This is the Armageddon we've spoke about. Jerrick WILL RETURN and The Natural Order will resume it's reign of dominance."

[Aristotle]

Oscar: "Hey homie look at this flier. ManicMania... yo man I bet we could win this thing."

Sebastian: "Ya really think so essa?"

Oscar: "We used to beat up those Varios Los Aztecas, remember those bitches in our hood?Do you remember that hood essa? East Los Santos 4 life!"

Sebastian: "You know I be representin the colors for life. Yea I heard about this IWS. I heard that something shady went down there homie. Those are some tough as nails gringos, you know how I'd love to show off what we can do against some of the toughest alive."

Are these two for real? These two are seriously talking about driving out in their lowrider and finding this .... What is it... ManicMania? For what... the prize being that the winners will become the IWS Tag Team Champions. Not to mention what a splash that would make...right?!

Just because we're bad with introductions allow me to let you know about us... these here to guys are Los Beatdown Derek Sebastian & Óscar Del Rey... who am I that is a story for another time. These two are full of energy and know how to fight being former gang members, that is until Los Beatdown headed out to find IWS.


hola iws! hola! Get ready for Los Beatdown!

[The Nasty Nameths]

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!!!

I ran through the back as fast as I could and grabbed both my brother's by the back of the neck. Bobby is gonna have to fend for himself.... I couldn't save him just the twins... I hope he understands... I'm sorry Bobby...


Dwayne: "What the fuck?!!? What are you doing Joe?!"

Freddy: "The tarnation is all this?!"

JoeyNameth: "I have no time to explain let's go!"

Dwayne: "What about Bobby? Where is Robert?!"


As I stated before... I'm sorry Bobby.
Quickly I toss them into the back of my truck and aggressively scold both of them.

JoeyNameth: "You keep your fucking asses down!"

Dwayne: "Jesus christ...ok-ok."

I whip around and get into my truck inside the parking garage and start it up. You can hear the police scanner on my dash board going crazy.

-Possible homicide on the southside, all units...----


This is it, this what they said could happen. The warehouse is under attack, the IWS has played fast and loose for too long. I won't let my brothers and me go to prison for any of this and I won't let them rat out anybody either. I speed out of the place quickly and down the street away from the warehouse. Freddy this time knocks on my cab window, he is still frantic that we are leaving Bobby behind. I shove his face down as I adjust the speed of my truck going onto a more polulated street. Police sirens start to hit ear shot.
This is really it....


what will happen to IWS? I have to go get Rose and the baby.... I have to make sure all of my family is safe.

Joey Nameth took his younger brothers to his house where his girlfriend and baby girl were at. They sat and waited and made plans to move. Eventually Joey got a strange phone call.


j.Nameh- "Hello?"

-??: "The Boss of Thunder?"

j.Nameth- "Who is this"

-??: "Don't worry about that, would you and your brothers like to keep your jobs? We're not dead are we? There will be a new location... in the desert."

J.Nameth- "The desert? That really narrows it down... hello?"

The voice hung up of course once Joe told his brothers they wanted to go, perhaps Bobby is there! These four brothers are hardly ever separated...

After searching for months the brothers ...well Joe has finally found the location of the next event. ManicMania a free for all to crown new tag team champions... because how could the champs ever survive this let along walk away champions?



"My name is Joey Nameth and I am the oldest of The Nasty Nameths. Perhaps we are a joke to some of you people, but we've been around and we have fought against some great teams. Anyone think they are gonna hurt my little brothers or sneak up on them.... bang... I will pull the trigger."


"Ooooooooooooooooooooh! Did you hear that Boss of Thunder? We dem boyz we are gonna rain on your prade, and wherever yous at Bobby we gonna kick all this ass for you bro."


"That's right dem boyz. What's up IWS... this place is getting a little extreme. I feel bad for Rabbit, I know the fans liked the guy. However we dem Nasty Nameths...this is our time to shine. whats one thing we love to do, we love beating ass, we love getting nasty. Big red over here...The boss of Thunder has been eXtinction champion Boooooooy....now...Freddy and I...we are about to heat this place up!!! Set the desert on FIRE! Tonight at ManicMania.... we are Finally walking out of this place as the IWS Tag Team champions and there isn't a damn thing that anyone or anything can do about it. We're gonna get nasty."

[throwback]

Marky "The Buff" Sagwell: ^{"Hello, hello, hello! What's up IWS? I am yours truely Marky "the Buff" Sagwell, I aint got no shame and the ladies aint afraid of my game. It's absolutely exciting to be here in the IWS and what brings Sagwell to this place you might ask? Surely a man so fine, so sweet looking so incredibly ripped to be in this mayhem breeding place....the answer is competition. I got this team here... The World's Greatest American Throwback."}

The camera cuts to Ross & Biggs.

Ross: ^{"You'all can just call us the American Throwbacks for short."}

Marky "The Buff" Shagwell: ^{"No-No daddy-O! You don't belittle yourself like that. See these guys they are humble by golly miss molly! Do you guys see what I am looking at here? I am looking at to males in their prime, they are dying to compete, they are dying to make a name for themselves, they want to let everyone out there know just who they are. These guys are Marley Ross and Jordan Chamberlain ... The World's Greatest American...Throwbacks!!!!! My boys are here and they are coming for those IWS Tag Team championship belts, oh say can you see?! because I sure the hell can, The WGAT will make you stand up and salute! You will see just why greatest is in their name. Come on boys let's hit the gym nothing like a late night workout to keep that blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing. You don't wanna go into this match all soft."}

The World's Greatest American Throwbacks follow their manager out of the place they do seem confident heading into their IWS debut, there are A LOT of great teams not to mention just compeditors in general in the IWS what will these young men need to do in order to carve their names in the IWS history books?

[Blake Archer "The Dorian Blake]

The Champion's Turn


Dorian Blake that's what my name has been all this time, for over a year now. Why did I take this name? Why do I feel like I must hold myself back?
(We didn't hold ourselves back that much look at what we have to reap?)


My eyes look at the IWS Universe Championship handing above my head as I am in bed, and next to me is the most drop dead gorgeous person I have ever seen or met in my life. I most of the time am too scared to even touch her for fear I will break her. I break everything I lay my hands on. I stand up and get pants on before heading to the bathroom, like a normal person when they wake up.

What am I doing here? (IN THE MIRROR IT'S RABBIT!) I turn and realize I was just hallucinating. I flush the toliet from taking a piss and wash my hands and than my face.... my face. I look at the mirror, there is that beard I am too lazy to shave, and my face is no longer baby smooth. I want to punch the mirror and instead start slapping myself. I fall over and reach around before managing to crawl myself back to the bedroom and put on my mask. I begin to breath again, I need my mask. I can't handle looking at him, so weak and pathetic. Just like Rabbit was, I am happy we killed him, he is out of his misery. Blake we have to kill or we will be killed remember that.

-Doorbell-


Maryjane: "Who is that? Tell them to go away..."

"I will get it sweetheart."


I walk over and grab a baseball bat, my daughter Tiffany is walking to the door.


"Tiff! ... (she stops and looks at me) ... get back in your room."


She turns and returns from where she came I look out the peep hole and see a guy standing close chewing gum.


guy- "Heeeeelloooo ... MyFly? *knock knock* McFly?"


Heh...Shane. I open the door but keep it on it's chain wondering what he wants. He looks in the crack and sees me, both our eyes get wide having been awhile since seeing each other. He has changed and I am sure he thinks I have as well.


The Guy (Shane Trudex)- "Huh...still got on that mask. ok..cool. So man I talked to Josie and did some other things and you name came up. when talking that is. There is something I want you to know brother.... (he gets closer with crazy eyes and a low tone) ... "I been there, she's gotten to me too bro."


Who has?   .... Pain?


"What do you know?"


I admit my curiosity peaked. I open the door and let Shane in letting him talk to me as long as Mary Jane was around. He seemed nervous and not wanting to speak a lot in front of her and I agree'd to some privacy when the subject of Mistress Pain came up.


"Let's say I believe you Shane, and that you went there for me...first off why? and second off what does it matter to me now?"


I don't really want to go into details about this encounter, so let's skip to the good part. I believe Shane, I believe that Mistress Pain had him prisoner just like she did me. He has only ever felt a connection with me and Josie. I am at the top of the mountain right now, and he is right I want my friends there. I want to rule this world with those I care about and that I KNOW care about me. 


Haha.... hahaha... all the Rabbit's in the world will die and decay, but not us... we are legends.


*phone rings* Oh got lost thinking....


*picks up phone*
Brandon Young? .... oh that's right some kid I teamed with because I was bored. ManicMania? Tag Team titles? .... Shane was talking about that too...
"Sure Brandon... I will be there."


I just leave it at that and hang up. Heh, this kid needs to learn his place. He has no respect for anything and is no where in my league. I took a long time to evolve into this, but I did. I am too greedy to give any of this up to anyone or for anything now. 

[Mark Maddow]

February 19th MMII Anno Domini

"For a century and a half now, America and Japan have formed one of the great and enduring alliances of modern times," George W Bush, Tokyo, Japan, Feb 18, 2002

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     I bought a one way bus ticket to Mexico yesterday.
     Why is it that people feel the need to say 'one way ticket'? It's not like you can't ever return. Was there a time when you couldn't buy return tickets except at the time of the original purchase? Is there some concern that the destination you're going to won't understand or know how to get you back to where you came from? Fuck. Should I have purchased a return ticket for sometime next year, just incase these mexicans can't figure out how to get me back to murica?

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     "So this is it," I said to myself as I stepped off the bus and into the unrelenting Mexican sun and surveyed my situation.
     "Meh he co," I continued to no one in particular.
     "Sunshine siestas and sexy senoritas," I was really in a groove now.
     "Goddamn, y'all are even shorter in person," I observed. In a sea of hispanics, I could see for miles and miles and they stared. Goddamn did they stare. Here comes Godzilla. That's probably what they thought. You know all those mexican godzilla movies. Yeah, I musta looked just like that to them. I'm only six fuckin foot nine, but to them I'm a goddamn skyscraper. I picked up a long haired mexican man and held him up to my face like you normal sized people might do with a baby or a cat or a dog or a hamster or whatever the fuck you hold up to your face. A few people started for me but stopped just short. I smiled at the man and he smiled back at me.
     "Oh-lah, me llama Mark Maddow. Me not godzilla," I said in perfect english. Look, I'm bigger than you, I'll speak whatever language I want. The man smiled.
     "Hola Mark, me nombre es Juventud. ¿Puede usted por favor me puso de vuelta?" Oh fuck, it's Juventud Guerrera. I complied with his request and set him back down. He shoulda never taken that mask off, walkin around lookin like a mexican Michael Jackson. Man this dude has fallen fast…
     Probably a good time to remind y'all: don't fuck with PCP.
     As I continued to walk, the crowd of people parted for me. I started callin myself Mark Moses Maddow, the giant prophet who parted the brown sea and lead his people on a pursuit of profit. It had a good ring to it, so good that I used the name Moses Maddow in meh he co and got myself over quite nicely.
     I reached into my pocket and found the crumpled piece of paper that was directing me to my future. I unfurl it and focus on the description of the dilapidated building that is to be my final destination. A few cabs pull up tryin to take me there but I tell em off and keep walkin, until a dude on a bicycle rikshaw comes up and offers me a ride. I survey the wooden chariot and decide this is an opportunity I cannot turn down, for what, and I toss my bag up and climb in.
     "¿A donde?" little man asks me.
     "No thanks," I reply. "To Sidewinder Wrasslin School, pour favor."
     "¿Que?"
     "Awesome," I can't believe he said okay. This must be one of them that we deported before.
     "No… uhh… to where?" he said in broken english.
     "Redneck kung-fu?" godzilla and kung-fu, two things mexicans can't get enough of.
     "huh?"
     "Wrasslin. You know… Lucha libre? Yah, cool. You know Sidewinder? Drunken irishman?" I said while I pantomimed a drinking motion. He smiled, turned around and started pedaling. Fuck Al-qaeda and Iraq, we need to invade mexico to teach these people how to speak ainglaise.
     From high atop my perch, I sit and wave to all the onlookers, and there are a bunch of em. I raise up my aviators and wink at a few of the senoritas and blow a couple a kiss. A few of em blush and smile or wave back or shout "mierda de cerdo Americano!" I smile and shout back "mierda de cerdo to you too, you sexy brown bombshell." I'm pleasantly surprised at how well south america is taking to me.
     After a little ways, we stop opposite of a run down warehouse or gym that has a few windows boarded up. There's an old faded sign that I try to read out "la salad e deports… who the fuck wants to deport salad?" The bike cabbie chuckles.
     "No, no senor. La sala de deportes. El gimnasio… Is Jeem."
     "Ah, thanks amigo," I reply as I toss the guy a twenty spot, grab my bag and start to walk over to the him-nasio and it's worn down, faded, cracked white paint exterior. What a shithole. I walk passed a few passed out Pacos or Pedros sitting up against an adjacent abandoned building. No wonder these people have reputation as being lazy. I squat down closer to one, and he doesn't move. I lower my aviators and shout "GET A JOB!" He stirs and squints open one bloodshot eye using his right hand to shield his eyes from the sun. He mutters something in mexican and goes back to sleep. You can't say I didn't try to help.
     I get to the building and grab the rusty dilapidated door handle and damn near pull the piece of shit off its' hinges & step inside, where I'm punched in the nose with the smell of musty, dusty, fermented piss and sweat. Reflexively I gag and have to choke down some bile before I continue. I've been sent to train here. Aqui? Fuuuuuck. I shudder and practice breathing in and out of my mouth, but that just makes it feel like I'm drinking a big glass of piss-sweat and I'm shore some people are into that but I shore ain't one of em. Instead I use my hand to partially cover my nose to work as a mask and I wonder if this is the reason that the luchadores wear masks. And I think about it for a second and I think that Mortis' mask would look pretty sweet on me, but nah, Mark Maddow doesn't hide his face like those pussies. He's a real man - not a man's man, cuz that sounds pretty gay - but I am a real man. An honest to God American man.
     My hand mask thing is doing some good (either that or my sense of smell has taken my return ticket that I bought just incase and is headed back to the sweet smell of freedom that is America) and I'm able to keep walking. I pass the front desk where there's another lazy mexican sleeping. Must be siesta time, lazy good for nothing thieves. I turn a corner and see the main ring with a few punching bags off to the right side & a couple of squat racks, benches, and dumbbells on the left side of the ring. Light shines down on the ring from a couple of sunlights above. The light mixed in with the dust and smoke in the air, gives the ring a bit of glow. I spy with my little eyes a man in his late forties, a man whose features have hardened from years on the road, years of wrestling hard & drinking harder. A man who I would come to know as the Hot Shot. Or Johnny Malloy to those he ain't so close to.
     Johnny spots me and starts to amble over to meet. Jesus christ, even the gringos move in slow motion down here. As he gets nearer, I realize that it might have more to do with the booze. It's almost 10 am local, but if my nose is accurate (and it's accurate, I won the 1999 and 2000 Greater Salt Lake Ultimate Olfactory Open. Finished 5th last year in 01, but I'd rather not talk about that. Actually, that’s not quite right, I cannot talk about it - the court case is still pending trial - I will say this one thing, that was definitely NOT tarragon and I'll whoop anyone's ass who says otherwise.) he's been drunk for 3 hours. And this is the motherfucker I've been sent to to teach me how to red neck kung-fu?
     We chat briefly, but that's about all I can stand, tryin to limit myself to as few breaths as possible. Johnny hastily tells me to follow him and he turns and staggers back to THE locker room - he was very adamant about calling it THE locker room. We get there and he flings the door open & all at once the concentrated fermented piss & shit scent hits me with full effect and legitimately sends me stumbling back a few steps. How in the fuck can anyone stand this smell. I try to shake it off, pick up my bag (which I had dropped in the initial shock from that wretched smell), and take a few steps forward into the locker room. I mean, THE locker room.
     "Put yer dicks away, ya silly fucks & come oot to meet someone new here," Johnny bellows.
     "Jesus Johnny, couldn't you hace waited till we get out of this piece of shit locker room," apparently I ain't the only disgusted by this place.
     "Ahh fuck off Cash," Johnny retorted.
     "My name is Enzo Amore, and I'm a certified…"
     "Whatever ya wanna call yerself - fuck off," Johnny really wanted this Cash fellow to fuck off. "Boys," Johnny continued, "I want you to meet Mark Maddow, he's got a good pedigree & comes highly recommended by a close friend. He's a bit of the quiet type," no, not really, just trying not to fuckin breath - I thought to myself, "but I know he'll warm up to y'all eventually… I think," and with that I stepped forward & shook Cash's hand, real firm like. I might only be 17, but I'm bigger than these guys and I'm gonna be better than them, and I ain't about to let them think I'm soft with a handshake. Another student came up and shook my hand as well.
     "Ahh! For fucks sake man, you want a firm grip, not stone crushing. Show how tough you are in the ring, not in here," Petey exclaimed. "Look here, Paro, come here & shake my hand," I watched as these two men demonstrated how to give a handshake properly. I've done time in juvi and know that you only get to make a first impression once - I'm not backing down from this now.
     "See GI Joe," what a witty comment on my buzz cut close cropped hair cut, the last hair cut I got for about 2 years, if memory serves correct, "that's how you shake a hand. Now, come here and let's try that again," Petey said as he stuck out his hand. I just ignored him and went about finding a locker. "I see, you must be all handshook out. Well, rest up big guy, and we'll practice more later.
     I continued to ignore him and turned my back to the group and continued flinging lockers open & shut to find an empty one. Finally found one. I set my things down, took a sat, and started to tear through my pack to find my gear. And also to try and annoy the guys. Gotta make a presence and let them know that I don't give a FUCK.
     "So Marky Mark, where ya hail from? I know you ain't no Mexeeecan," Petey said. I gotta give him credit, the mother fucker doesn't just let things be. Undeterred, I didn't even move, so, naturally Petey continued, "Ahh, from parts unknown, just like Kamala or Papa Shango. Man, Shango was so bad and poorly developed, I can't believe he turned into the Godfather, and now, the Goodfather. You konw, the level at which Vince is underutilizing Stevie Richards is almost criminal. The man can work a mic like few others and can hold his own in the ring, let him work a program with Jericho and see how things pla..."
     There is a point where every man or woman or child or cat dog or deer or aardvark or whatever reach their tipping point. For some people, they let a lot of annoying shit go. Or they try to, and instead it just festers deep inside them until they eventually boil over and explode. These are your mass murdering types. There are others that legitimately let things roll off them and can take anything. These are your buddhas, the divine individuals who live beautiful amazing lives and help others along their journeys. I ain't neither of those. I let shit fester for about 3 minutes, blow up, whoop some ass, whatever the situation calls for, I handle it and move on.
     "You know what your problem is?" I stood up and dug down deep to let out my extra baritone two octaves lower than normal you don't wanna fuck with this voice that I keep for just this occasion. "You don't know how to just be. How to just sit there and let things happen. I've seen your type plenty, always needing to know what happens next. Always needing to gauge the room. Talking talking talking. Where does all this talking get you? No where. It just makes you look like a little insecure child. Look, I came here to chew bubble gum and whoop ass, and I'm all out of bubble gum, so if you wanna do this now, lets go," I stood there and stared at Petey. He stared back for a bit. No one else fucking moved. If Johnny had been in there at the time, he probably woulda made us all do a shot or something. I'm pretty sure Paro did do a shot - I guess I lied about no one moving. Finally, Petey breaks into a smile.
     "I like this guy, he's got some real moxie," Petey gave me a big pat on my shoulder and I reflexively tensed up. Petey recognized it and quickly stepped back a bit before heading over to his locker.
     The, ahem, THE locker room was silent for the next 5 minutes while everyone quickly got ready and headed out to the ring. When we all finally did, it was the hardest hitting, most intense training day ever. It was my first, but none since have come close to matching that level of tension. Every kick punch chop dropkick lariat whatever had an edge to it and at the same time you could tell everyone had an extra gear they were holding back just in case shit got real and they needed to use it.

---

Present Day - MMXVI Anno Domini

     I've been driving off road for the last fifteen minutes. I hadn't seen another vehicle two hours before that. I look down and double check my gps - yep, only a couple of more minutes, provided I typed in these directions correctly, and, more importantly, Aidan gave me the correct directions. What the fuck are these guys doing out in the middle of the desert anyway? He was so god damn cryptic on the phone and yet so urgent, I figured it must be important. The sun was just setting and the red clay dust in the air made the sunset appear blood red.
     Suddenly, just on the edge of the horizon and just below the setting sun I see my destination. One giant yurt, two smaller ones, a few tents, an RV, two dune buggy's, at least two generators, and a giant-where-the-fuck-did-they-get-that-much-wood-to-burn-thank-god-the-fire-department-ain't-anywhere-near-here fire blazing mixing in with the setting sun making it look like the sun is just a giant big dumb fireball heading straight for the earth to destroy everything, ever. I know it's just an optical illusion, but it still bothers me for a bit. I shake the sensation and slowly pull up, stop park, rims still spinnin and hop out the panda to check out this little commune that Aidan Cash has created in the middle of a fucking desert. It's like a miniature Burning Man, but with the philosophical, social reprogramming, creation art appreciation mission statement replaced with sex drugs and terrible rap music. Exactly my kind of scene. I grab the joint that had been resting behind my ear and light up as I walk over to check this crazy setup out. After a few puffs, I remember the can of budweiser in my coat pocket and crack it open. The king of the world drinking the king of the beers.
     "Hey yo," I say, pretending to be that guy that everyone tells me I look like. Hopefully those comparisons don't continue to his post-career appearance. "So, what was so urgent that I needed to rush out here for?"
     "MARKY MARK!" Aidan ejaculates as he comes running over to bear hug me. I fucking hate this guy 99% of the time, but I'm curious to see if somethings different this time. I mean, he did apologize for that time he let those clowns paintball my car. For now I'll forgive the dumb Marky Mark comment.
     "Aidan, what the fuck am I doing here?"
     "Markus, that's a G R E ate question. What are YOU doing here?"
     "You told me to come out here, I thought some shit might be going down."
     "I… I told you to? Huh. Hmmm… "
     "…"
     "…"
     "…"
     "OH YEAH! I created a commune!"
     "I see that. That's why you needed me to come out here?"
     "Yes."
     "…"
     "No… A match. I need YOU for a match."
     I pull out a book of matches and offer him one. Aidan's high as a kite and thinks this is hilarious to the point where he falls over laughing. He spills beer all over himself while he's rolling around on the desert ground.
     "Markus mah boy, you crack me up," Aidan says wiping the tears from his face and rising back to his feet. "I mean a wrestling match. You are a wrestler, ain't you?"
     "Motherfucker you know I'm the goddamn best in the world at what I do."
     "Yass… yasss you are. Butchu ain't neva been the Universe Champ like ol' Aidan Ca$h has. Hell, even EZPZ over there held it for a split second…"
     "Can't win something I never had the chance to compete for."
     "Thass true. Thass true…"
     "…"
     "Well, how bout it buddy, you and me enter this iWs Tag Tournament?"
     "Fuck it, I'm game."
     "Awesome, let's wreck this league together!"
     "But I gotta axe, why the fuck are we out here in the middle of nowhere?"
     "Middle of nowhere? Shit, the new iWs ring is like two miles that way, that's why," Aidan replied pointing to his left. He squints a bit, turns around 360 degrees and then points the opposite direction. "That way. It's right over there. We even got a live feed set up to see what's going on in the ring at all times. Hell, I saved Pat's life last show when I swooped in on that there dune buggy. Then I won the match."
     "Won the match? Where you even in the match?"
     "Nope, but Paro wrote the results and was distracted and declared me the winner, so TAKE THAT MOTHERFUCKERS!"
     "Wrote the results? I d effin k what that means. Imma assume you're just drunk and making stuff up. Anyway, tell me more about this match…"

     And so he did.

[revelation]

Jesus Christ...when's the last time Revelation actually role played?

Click above...
(the answer to the previous questions...over two years)

[Aidan Ca$h]

[Do you even remember how to write as Aidan?]

Uhh.. You aren't supposed to be here.

[Fuck, good poi…]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

***

I'm wandering through a field. Why am I in this field? This ain't a field, this is the fucking desert. I've never been here before, but I feel like I should be. I see a blaze off in the distance. I start to walk towards it and I'm teleported there. There's a vibe here that I like. A man walks from the other side of the blaze. He's older. Damn his beard is sweet. He says nothing, but he motions all around us, and then points to me with his cane. I think I know what he means.

I hope I know what he means.

***

[Why are you so much more melancholy in your own voice than when Paro describes you?]

Nope, you don't get to invade my dreams. Poof be gone, bitch!

***

*He's sleeping, which is good. He's gonna be pissed when He finds out what I did. I hope He likes the desert. I hope He doesn't mind that I sold EVERYTHING. His condo, sold. His car, sold. His appliances, sold. No more are they necessary. Sold His phone too. Can't have Him texting Madison, trying to fuck this up. He needs this, He just doesn't know it yet. He will… He will…*

***

*I call up an old friend and tell him I need him out here now. In the desert. He needs to join our team. My team. That's right, I'm the leader here, not Him.

Nah, I'm only kidding.*

***

"Marky Mark," I begin to say to Maddow who just showed up in the desert, "We gotta win these titles!" I'm a bit buzzed, but I mean it. Aidan Ca$h needs some gold around his waste. I mean waist.
"Aidz, we got this. Just catch me up on the teams we gotta fuck with."
"Shit… there's teams."
"Yup. What about em. Who's in them?"
"Uhh… PZ! Come here!"
"Yeah buddy, what's up?" Paro had been off meditating. Even though this whole desert thing was my idea, he shore was taking to it better than me. He had a lot a shit on his mind, but wasn't really lettin me in on it. I was hoping that getting him to talk about something, anything, might get him to eventually open up.
My ploy would be unsuccessful. But, I'd find out soon enough what was on his mind.
"I'm too high, tell Markus who all is in this tag tournament, purdy pleaze." I wasn't too high, I was just too oblivious to who we had to face.
"Well, there's a few new teams, American Throwback, they look pretty tough. Oscar and Sebastian, I think they're also making their debuts. Another team debuting is The Fall of Adam, featuring Adam McGavin, who, I think, was around back when I was just starting here. The Nemeths are always around…"
"Didn't you beat two of them in your debut?"
"I think so, damn that was awhile ago. Anyhoo, there's also the defending champs Dresden and Hadrian. If Hadrian can find the new ring, they're gonna be tough to beat."
"That Hadrian is a big mothafucka."
"Yup, and I think he's gotten bigger. Mighta been some shit in that water - dude was living in the shutdown warehouse."
"No shit? Huh."
"Yup. Josie and Shane are gonna be there. Then there's a few other random teams. Jack Sinister and Mistress Pain."
"Jack Sinister? Didn't you have a few matches with him?"
"I think I had one. He's all growns up now."
"Awe that’s cute."
"No, I mean dude is fucking massive. He's so big that I'm not sure if he's a man or a machine. And I heard that Mistress has him wrapped around her finger, so that's gonna be one sadistic wrestling machine."
"Sinister you might even say.""I see what you did there. Uhh… Primo and Bambi are tagging together. It's Primo's second match of the night, so who knows what he'll have in the tank. Blake and Brandon Young are teaming up again, they had some success back at last years Rebirth."
"Didn't one of Byoung's crew hit a Marie Antoinette and get kicked out from ringside?"
"Tru!" said 2Chainz.
"Oh fuck! You got my message!" I ejaculated.
"Tru!"
"What the fuck?" EZPZ couldn't believe his eyes. I couldn't either. Mark was nonplussed.
"Two, how you been?"
"I been good, nigga.
"Good, good. Can I ask why you're here? I mean, it's cool that you are, but.." PZ queried our guest.
"I ran into your boy Aidz after the Rebirth show. He's a pretty cool cat. We been messagin back and forth. He told me bout this joint and I just happened to be in rollin by here."
"You just happened to be rolling by the middle of the fuckin desert?"
"Mark, can't you ever just enjoy anything?" I said.
"We ain't that far from Vegas, ya dig? Yo Pz, can I call you Pz?"
"Shore," Ezpz replied.
"That giant title match at Rebirth was SICK."
"Tru!" Pz exclaimed.
"I like ya style. Dorian Blake… that's that shit I don't like. You gonna get that Universe title back from him?"
"I dunno Two, we'll see."
"Well you better. I'm countin on you." 2Chainz said before he disappeared. I mean that literally. He just poofed and disappeared. I think he might be vampire or at the very least be able to teleport.
"That shit cray!" Even that was 2much to not entertain Markus.
"Well… well… well…" I repeated repeatedly starting to encroach on Paroxysm."Well what Aidz?"
"You gonna get your title back or what?"
"Maybe, but let's focus on your match. There's still 1more team I've yet to tell y'all aboot."
"Uno mas?" I axed.
"TRU!" Peazy replied. "And that team is Revelation and Dax Clark." I spit out my beer when I heard that.
"Wait, can you say that again?" I requested.
"TRU!" Peazy replied. "And that team is Revelation and Dax Clark." I spit out my beer when I heard that.
"Wait, can you say that again?" I requested.
"No."
"He said," Mark began, "That the last team is Revelation and Dax Clark." I spit out my beer when I heard that.
"Okay, lets just call them Team Voldemort and not ever mention them by name again. We only have so much beer left." Pz said.
"Look, I don’t know these guys. I don't need to know these guys," Mark said. "Apparently those last two mean something to Aidan. They don’t mean shit to me. Do you see me? Do you see you, Aidan? Do you see ol Pz over there? We got the best three wrestlers in this desert. Fuck that, we got the best three wrestlers in the world. And soon, the world is going to know that."
"AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE BECAUSE I'M COLD AND MARK SAID SO!"
[That's how you're gonna sign off?]
Fuck off!
]

[byoung]

-The scene fades in with Brandon Young, and the homies hanging out in their VIP area ringside at IWS in the desert. Couches, chairs, coolers, an awning for shade. 

B Young:"Man you hear that big dumb idiot talking to me? Who does he think he is. I'm the swiftest guy in the desert. What does he know anyway? Going off winning Universe championships. When we could have won the tag team championships. Nah this dude has other plans. YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. Big idiot."

-Brandon looks around at his homies, and takes a swig of his water.

B Young:"Dude is lucky we got another shot though. So I won't have to kick his ass yet.....

-Brandon looks around again, and shrugs. 

B Young:"You know what, screw it. If this guy looks at me funny. I want you all to jump in, and teach him to RESPECK ME. You going to show me some RESPECK. Willie, you crazy ass fool, I want you to hit that big splash of yours again. The rest of you just show him to RESPECK me. He better be on the top of his game, and not being a little bitch."

-B Young stands up, and looks towards the ring.

B Young:"Hell who is even in this match?"

Willie:"That Bitch Josie!"

Kyle:"The Primo former eXtinction champion."

Franco:"Jerrick Hadrian:"

Leo:"A bunch of other nobodies!"

-The group bust out laughing.

B Young:"You seen that Jerrick dude yo. Dude is a monster, and he has this kid. What's up with that kid? Like someone had sex with this dude, and then let him keep the freaking kid. He just keeps it in some warehouse. What's up with that yo? That's not swift at all. That seems like it's some crazy ass sh"it. 

Leo:"You think he's A sexual man?"

-Brandon looks over at Willie who slaps Leo in the back of the head.

Willie:"You need to start sharing with us man."

B Young:"No, I don't think he's A sexual, but come on man. Who put Josie Pleasure in this match? Like I know anyone can enter, but come on. She's crazy, insane, should be locked up. In fact that was mention when the warehouse was shut down. How this crazy bitch had escaped from an insane asylum. Like what's up with that yo. That's not cool. That is not soft."

-The scene fades out.