Day One: The Arrival + Hot girls. (O2A)

[makhaveli]

Every NiGGA in the streets and in this building tries to get some matches for the next show. Tons of new Niggas and tons of old Niggas. Everyone has come to check out this place and decided to join. How the fuck would a place like this grow that big in a few months? Nigga, please. That's either some fucked up sh!z or just plain and simple... A Rape'D Moment in Wrestling History. Pretty huge thing.. The league, not Hussein's dork. Even if that's pretty gigantic too. Obviously. After all, he's black. And camouflaged... But.. Wait. What's this? The camera zooms in to the backstage area, to see Hussein making his way to the curtains. But.. Something's else. Hussein stops, revealing his unusual wear. The light shows black street clothes to the light of the camera following him. Black jeans with a golden apple on the right ass cheek. black t-shirt with Fatality written right on the chest in graffiti-style, with a darkish green color. Golden Dog tags around his neck. Pure gold with exactly nine diamonds placed on each of them. Hussein has a fast walking set on. Suddenly, he stops right in front of the curtains, waiting for his theme to play. How gay.

Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah!

Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up..

That's Tuupac..Ol' Nigga from Cali'.. Awesome track. And step step, fap, Hussein makes gets both of his feet to the other side of the curtain, stepping out to.. The quiet crowd. Some where wondering who this good looking black guy was.. Get used to these shameless plugs btw.. But some where just on the What the fuck side of things. Hussein takes out a microphone out of his pocket and slowly makes his way down to the ring. A try at getting the vibe for this place. It succeeded. Indeed.. Gay word.. Since we're already talking about gay, they found me in jail. Just before you begin to wonder when the fuck I got here again, talking for Hussein. And he was right.. Canada DOES actually suck. You can't even have secks in a police department. I mean. Hello-o? In Jamaica no one would care.. Probably because there is no police... Anyways, just as he is walking.. Wait.. Actually, Cooling down the ramp, he finally grabs a rope and gets his right leg up to the ring. A small push and swooooosh... Nuggadorkdasgayloll, he's up there. Bending down to make his few stops between the ropes and in to the middle of the ring. Just at that moment, Holla if ya Hear Me slowly lowers its tune and disappears in to the system it was played from.. Gosh, I need a beer.. So much gayness at once. Just as Hussein takes the microphone up to his spam-system, he smiles. A grin. A familiar one, to the old ones only of course. And the fans, that truly knew who this small guy was and kept it real to the sh!z that was happening..

Hello, lil' nuggas and lil' girls.. Ma fuckin' name's.. Obviously, it ain't tha thang to talk 'bout. To make it short, I am th'ultimate muthafucka. I'm better then tha fuckin' Ultimate Warrior. Hell, I could break dis monkey neck... Just like I can do wit' dem fuckin' wannabe-'restlers ya got 'ere. Seriously, I just came in here two fuckin' days 'go.. And what have I seen? Some ol' fuckas, some new fuckas.. And o' course some gay white peepz. Dis place really needs some talent. Someone das goin' to kick tha sh!z outta 'is fuckin' opponents and still be able to roll a blunt during tha fuckin' match. Das some real dog. Chu'know, I ain't too fuckin' good wit' dem introductions an' welcome, I'mma dog an' sh!z.. So, le's get somethan' rollin' 'round 'ere.. We got some fuckin' space holders.. Some losers thinkin' de're good aft'a beatin' some nerds.. Le's see who we have, to check out..

Haha.. Look at dat fuckin' name.. BAAHAHAHHAHAAAA!!

And picture one appears on the titantron..



.. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Vasilin? VASILIN!? Holy fuck of lord, dog. I mean.. Hahhaha... Vasilin.. Hhahaa.. And was'up wit'cho face? Someone took a long nice sh!z on it.. And'chu ain't even black.. Pfft.. Waste o' ma fuckin' precious time..

Picture one disappears to reveal well.. Numero dos.



... 'kay dis sh!z gets ridiculous.. DAS SOME FUCKIN' HILARIOUS SH!Z, DOG!! NEO? Das you!? Haha..Hehea.. What happened to yo' hair? What happened to yo' fuckin' face? Hell, what happened to yo' white ass, Neo? Still fuckin' wit'dem big bad dogs? Hah, just like dem ol' gay days..

Picture numero trois..

An' here comes Nu..Nu..Holy Dickram..



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Say some..thing.. Just anything..

Ahem.. A.. Penis? XWA signs Penis'? Ya mean.. Wait.. What'chu say? He's talkin'?! A FUCKIN' TALKIN' WALKIN' BALD PENIS!!?!? WHAT THE FUCK HAS DIS FUCKIN' WORLD COME TO!? Anyways.. He's gay.. NEXT.

And the fourth of pictures, for this night. God, he's so gay.. Maybe he should try and hit on that penis.. Nah, Hussein can't take the big ones anyways...



Oh my goodness.. There is someone up der dat seems to like ma ass.. Girls.. If y'all see dis right now.. PLEASE Gimme a call. Ya' both are hella tight! I mean.. FUCK. Please someone hand me a towel. Dese girls are hella nice. I wanna get one of dem in tha ring.. And the other ring in ma apartment.. Aight? Ain't dat sh!z right?

Yes, the crowd cheers.. A huge cheer.. Wow, seems like the fans like these Girls. Well, Hussein seems a little disappointed as both of the pictures go away.. Let's see who's nee.. Oh.. Hell..

NAH!! Is he dat? Is dat'chu..



Xav'? Hell,dog.. Wha's happened to yo' ass? Y'all got dem fuckin' steroids on? Fuck man, dat sh!z ain't right. Just as yo' fuckin' neck.. Wait, lemme correct and say it again.. Just as yo'.. HUGE FUCKIN' NECK. Nearly as big as dis talkin' penis.. Holy sh!z, bro.. So, as I was at dis fuckin' superstar page and sh!z.. Saw'chu are some National o' some sh!z champion.. And chu know why I'm here.. Not just introduce an' do some pointin' at some suckaz.. I'm ready fo' dis fuckin' ring, aight? So, if y'all agree... I want'cho ass in tha ring. We never had dis fuckin' match. Dog versus Dog. Black fuckin' pitbull versus... Steriod pumped Chinchilla.. Are dese sh!z-fuggas even dogs? 'Nyways, y'all get what I meant.. Xav', get'cho fuckin' ass outta here, or I'll come down and hunt'cho fuckin' neck back down to tha gym' ya got dese fuckin' steroi's. Come out, o' yo' fuckin' necks goin' to pay.. El Capito, NiGGA?[/color][/b]

[makhaveli]

Hah...

And still nothing, not even a sign of a superstar making his way to the arena..

So dis is XWA Spirit, I guess.. Heh he.. So, everyone's too fuckin' scared of a black Greejaican? Hell, NiGGAs, y'all ain't sh!z. Not even botherin' to come all out... GET'CHO FUCKIN' SPERM-COVERED ASS OUTTA HERE, XAV'!

[Xander Xavier Luther]

Just then, Remember The Name starts to play over the Arena PA, and right on cue...if not a little delayed...the current National Champion steps out in his usual street wear, one of those big & tall pinstriped business suits. The crowd roars in excitement, looking as riled up at Hussien's comment as he did...seems the man was on a mission, wasn't he? With a mic in one hand and the title belt on his shoulder, he responds...

Look what we got ourselves here ladies and gentlemen. What we have here is another shit-talking wanna-be shot caller who thinks that everyone is gonna ride his every word. You come out here and throw up some pics on the Jumbotron, then throw out some sly little comments like you got it special?

He starts to slowly pace around the stage, adjust the title on his shoulder.

That's one to draw some attention to yourself, dog. Real good way to put a bullseye on your forehead. You know, you could have played it cool and went about this the easy way...but doin' things the easy ain't never been your style, has it Hussien? Naw...I see what it is. I saw it back in Miami...

...you done lost yo' ever lovin' mind! You went on and picked me of all people to call out. I told you before my man, check the tapes. Check to see what happened to the last brotha that came out here deciding he wanted to single me out and talk smack about The X-Man. Got dropped like a bad habit, that's what.

He stops center stage and locks eyes with Fatal now.

But yet...you still stand and wanna do the same damn thing that Osiris Alston did at March Madness, callin' me out. What you lack inn common sense my brotha, you make up guts...but tonight I think I just might beat one into you while I beat one out of you.

Lowering his mic, he waits for the comeback...

[makhaveli]

Watching Xavier make every single of his steps, Hussein's smile just can't seem to disappear. Something Sir Blackalot had already seen back in the days. As every word passes the champion's mouth, our dirty ol' NiGGA called Fatal, just starts his rant. No brain inserted, of course, he starts slowly making steps around the ring and stopping again. Like always. NiGGAStylez.

Afta' five.. boring minutes, I only got'a say dat yo' neck's waaaay too fat to actually be able to understand a FUCKIN' word, dis NiGGA's talkin' 'bout! Yo' ass comes down here, not even on tha right time to counter ma promo, walkin' 'round wit'cho pinstripe-suit from last Christmas.. And you still can't say ma fuckin' name right, dog. It's Hussein. Maybe you should check some of dem INTERNET, instead o' pumpin' yo' ass with steroids. I feel like der ain't nothin' in yo' head. Ya see, all yo' ass' 500 pounds of pure bird sh!z. Das why I ain't like dat NiGGA you beat. He was also only one of dese small fuckin' stones in yo' way. I'mma break yo' fuckin' neck, dog. Chu know why? Nah? I though'chu knew! I'm not a fuckin' stone.. I'm tha mountain, dat reaches to tha clouds. In yo' face like a can of mace, brotha.

You talkin' 'bout how you beat dis NiGGA up last time. Ya know, ya said watch dem tapes, watch dem tapes.. I checked dem tapes out. I watched dem and I gotta ask if you know tha sayin' "Waste of time"? 'cause das exactly what it was. Hell, NiGGA, whether it was Osiris, Atlas, Klash, the cowboy wit'em gay freakin' hat on, Jon Payne playin' the leader in Matrix once again or Destiny Knight and her 54 One Night Stands on the New York Police Department, just roundin' 'roun dem police mans because it give her that..

Funny feelin'. HELL DOG, you could've jumped both of dem German jackasses with their Bratwurst and I wouldn't care! Ya see, i's kinda like wit' the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack. 'Chu know, Holla at cho boi, 'cause when you cross ova', dere ain't no comin' back! Who tha fuck ya think y'are? DMX? A true Dee oh and one Gee!?

Hussein barks twice at Xavier, doing a remake of DMX's dogtalking'.

Maybe you think of dis movie nigga, wit'dem fuckin' claws. WHERE ARE YO' CLAWS, DOG!? NiGGA, I can't even see a freakin' single hair comin' out of yo' whole FUCKIN' BODY THESE DAYS. I'm still hopin' fo' tha day that tha Big Foot of XWA is goin' to walk in to dese halls, just to smack your lip right up yo' NiGGA face, JUST BECAUSE...

He's that.. damn.. NiGGA...

What a pride overcomes Hussein, when he is saying these words.

DAT NiGGA WOULD BE A TRUE ONE, I TELL YA DAT SH!Z. No fag in a pinstripe costume. Look, Chav, Xav', Xtreme, XXL, Hell whatever your lover's callin' yo' NiGGA ass dese days, smile to everybody at home, yeah dance!! Dance fo' all of us in dis arena! Do the cowboy chicken NiGGA on four wheels, do the NiGGA STOLE MY BIKE do the Humpty DUMPTY NiGGA. But wait.. Wasn't there a thing called... Wrestling? A thing that... This federation is all about.. At least das what I though, before I saw half of the roster fuckin' on planes and throwin' dem titties 'round tha camera.. And I don't mean the nice ones, from Gianni, Nizhoni or tha Spanish Salsa Girl! NO, No, NO! I mean.. Man.. Boobs. Like our dear wrestlin' NiGGA in charge, Xander Xavier Luther has them. A true NiGGA, wit'em true Titles, true dorkhead and true MAN BOOBS. BE PROUD AND SHOW DEM TO YO' GIRL, just like dat! But.. Hold on. You called Cho'self XXX-Man once again.. Had you secks around dese days? Yeah? With who? The girl in leather, fuckin' everythin' that's not on a tree when you snap yo' fingaz? Tha Sombrero girl, or maybe was it dis "True OG" girl straight outta... ?

Or's yo' ass dat NiGGA, dat blue NiGGA called X-Man? Chu know, blastin' 'round wit'is left arm- NiGGAA, dat sh!z, das his weapon now was his masturbatin' arm. He was rubbin' dat little X AALL AROUND ITS WAY BACK TO MOMMA WHERE IT...

Suddenly.. Fell off.. Both, his arm and.. Little Ex from the police department. Say yo' praya's, get'cho hookers, 'cause dat will be yo' last time dat you'll be sayin' to all of y'all..

Stretching out both his arms, signalizing to the fans..

Dat he has a chance of givin' me dat ass kickin'.

The fans start out with mixed reactions, slowly turning to stay in XXL's side.

'Cause Der ain't no way... And I mean NO WAY OUT, IF DESE.. BILLIONS..

AND BILLIONS

Hah, let's just cut my last comment about XXL and the fans..

NiGGAMANIACS STRAIGHT BALLIN' ON YO' NiGGA ASS! 'Cause, if you think you gonna beat tha NiG', yo' bald ass.. Must be high! Afta'all.. Chu know what? Dis gets one sided. Gettin' Fatality's thrown at'cho bald ass on top of a neck, and.. Did you just pickin' your nose? You want to stand here and pick on yo' nose? You wanna act like a little kid right in front of yo' opponents?.. Go on then... Take that finger and stick it in... Stick it riiight inside'cho nose now, boy.. STICK IT IN HOMIE!

[Xander Xavier Luther]

Xander gets a chuckle and then applauds the man's efforts.

That was good man, real good...even though I couldn't understand a goddamn thing you just said! Yeah, yeah you one of them island cats I know with the strong accents and all, but DAYUM HOMIE!!! I'm trying to decipher what's coming out your mouth, and I think I think I just figured out the damn Da Vinci Code and not what the hell you're talking about!

I'm pulling out little bits and pieces here, dog...and you ain't sayin' nothing new through all that. Nothing at all. I mean don't blame you though, you gotta psyche ya'self up somehow. It ain't like you gonna come out and SAY "Hey everyone! XXL's gonna whip my ass!", even though all these people know that's gonna happen. You gotta give 'em a show...you gotta entertain 'em. I gotta say, man...you're real good at that Hussein...

...but when it comes wrestling? That thing we're here for? I know the deal, partnah. I come out here and do it, and do it well. Got the title to prove it, so you don't worry about me, who I roll with or anything else that might be going down in the XWA. Only thing you need to worry about in standing in that ring later tonight, in that corner over there, while I'm in that corner over there. Straight up one-on-one, no strings attached.

That should be you're only concern, dog. REMEMBER THAT.

XXL's theme hits as he steps back stage once more.

BuZZ: Gotta love Hussein's style...he knows how to come out and hype the crowd, don't he? Gettin' under people's skin...especially the Nat Champ!
Roach: "The X-Man" sure did seem cool and confident there didn't he? We'll see if he's focussed as he looks or if Fatal can back up his talk later tonight...

[makhaveli]

Remember that?

Hussein a little scared though, looking like Will Smith..

Pfft. What a fag catchphrase... Das not NiGGA...

And.. Yeah, let's just say he did it like the fart and left the area, while his entrance theme plays..