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Post by cold on Mar 27, 2009 19:46:01 GMT -5
Who Dat by Young Jeezy comes on and the camera searches around for TNN. They hit them spot on coming out of the basement area or TNN's lockerroom. XDog coming out first with a mean mug on while DJT came out wilding out the crowd.
Roach: Oh yeah I forgot we were in this city. I would have prepared myself
Buzz: Yeah this is MG's backyard and here comes his dogs. Ha ha get it get it dogs? Aw you suck
Roach: No more jokes.
DJT hopes on the announce table and does a pose while Roach and Buzz looks disgusted. XDog was making his way up the steps.
Buzz: Get off the damn announce table man.
DJT hopes right off and rolls in the ring then spins in a circle with his arms out like a Tornado. XDog the does his powerful pose while DJT does his muscle pose. The X's went off into the air. The announcer pases DJT the mic and then DJT looks on to his hometown.
Yo wud up Newark!
The Newark natives cheered. Untill the cheers simmered down boos arose loudly.
So! We don't care about the teenage chicks and their little five year old brothas. We don't represent yall. We represent the killas, drug deala's, the strippa's, and most importantly the Gangstas!!
Gangster slang can be heard threw out the arena
Buzz: It's thug central in here man
Roach: Secruity need to hold them down.
Now now now now now now I want to cut to the chase instead of Show'n Out!
You Show'n Out Blood
I want to call out some people that are Show'n Out
Show'n Out?
Yeah Show'n Out! They go by the name of Mobstas. F*** you Mobstas. First yah wait tell we go to jail to steal our styles. Then you rep our hood with our mentioning that we and MG put Newark on the map of the wrestling game. Yah make a nigga feel like Pac and yah like Biggie. I introduce you to something and I get nothing back but that we start from the bottom. Man You Show'n Out!
Show'nnnnnn Out!!!
Yo all we wanna do is fight. I don't care you had what title. Tonight we gonna have a Newark vs. Newark match and winners are the official Kings of Newark in the Tag divisions.
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Post by burns on Mar 27, 2009 21:01:42 GMT -5
It would be the entrance theme for the #1 Contenders in the Tag Team Division, The Burns Brothers that would play. Ray & Matt step out from backstage, both with mics. Taking a long look down to the men in the ring, Matt kicks things off.
Kings of Newark? You're friggin' jokin', right? Callin' yourself the king of Newark is like calling yourself the king of a public rest room. It's like saying you're the best at being a complete and total LOSER. Newark is the ARMPIT of this state, and you two no names are proof positive in that fact.
Now, now, Matt. Let's not get on them to bad. Is it their fault that employment and crime in Newark is at their highest levels since 2002, and education is at it's lowest levels since 1999? Actually, yea...it is. It's the fault of everyone in this building who calls this cesspool home. Because of hoodrat "Gangstas" like these two clowns, who'd much rather "Pop a cap" then pick up a damn book. Who'd rather "smoke an L" then actually train. And you've got the nerve. The gall. The sheer audacity to come out here running your mouths? Who the hell are you guys, anyway? Do you know, Matt?
Matt ponders for a moment.
I know who they are. These are those two sap asses who run with 15 Cent...I mean...MG. So I guess the lil' one is Lloyd Yanks, and the big one is Tony Hey-Yo I dropped the soap. But don't worry. You were in jail, and we know what happens when you're in the pen. But you see boys, jokes aside...this ain't the streets. It doesn't matter how tough you talk, it matters what you do in that ring. And seeing as I don't ever even remember you bitches winnin' a match before you got locked up, I don't see you havin' any change in performance tonight.
You two are what we like to call "non-factors". Hardly anyone knows who you are outside of this sh*thole of a city, and no one cares outside of it. But for one night, one fleeting moment in time, you will be known the world over...as two jackasses who got their asses handed to them in their home town by the soon to be two time Tag Team champions, The Burns Brothers.
Matt concludes with by further antagonizing them in saying...
Holla.
The brothers point and laugh antagonizingly as they await the response.
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Post by mob on Mar 27, 2009 21:44:57 GMT -5
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!!
From up in the stands, Hoodlum gets the attention of the arena. The fans come to their feet as the champs stood amongst the fans.
1st and foremost...Brick City...what's poppin'?
The crowd responds with an ear popping roar.
Willy: The champs are in tha house!!! And bid'niz is about to pick up, fa'sho!
It's hoppin' off, XWA. Tha' champs is definitely in tha' buildin'. And TNN, we see you. We hear you. But are we feelin' you?
HELLZ NAW!
Ya'see, fellas. real recognizes real. And ya'll lookin' real unfamiliar right now, son. You out here callin' us out like we got beef. Nah, fellas. We don't beef with SUCKAS.
Me and Hoody here, we used to bang. We used to hustle to. Right ova' on St. Francis. But we did somethin' else to, fellas. We grew the hell up. Best believe ya' boys still rep Brick City hard, but we rep it the right way. We ain't gotta prove ourselves to be the kings of Newark. We got the love of this city, and most of all, we got the Tag Team Titles. So we're already kings, fam-o.And you two court jesters.
Their focus then turns to The Burns Brothers.
Speakin' of jokes, let's get on you two punk asses. After last week, it looks like we're all tied up now, eh? 6 matches lifetime, you won the 1st 3, we won the last 3. And the rubber match is in MSG for these here Tag Team Titles. Now me and Hoody here, we'll be glad to sit out tonight. Kick back in the VIP, and see if you Jersey City chumps can actually beat someone from Newark, even if it ain't us.
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Post by burns on Mar 27, 2009 21:50:54 GMT -5
Ray starts off the response.
Can we beat someone from this pisshole? Are you kidding? These two asshats right here are gonna be a tune-up match for us. We're gonna do to them, what we're going to do to you at March Madness. Make you look like fools, kick your skulls in, and win. And when we do, those belts are comin' back to the place they belong. On our waists. Last week, you boys might have beat us. But you're string of luck over us has run it's course. Come March Madness, it's gonna be a real familiar scenario...
A team from Newark LOSING in Madison Square Garden.
Matt nods in agreement. They wait now for TNN to weigh into the equation.
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Post by cold on Mar 27, 2009 22:06:57 GMT -5
Whoa whoa whoa whoa. First of all who is the Burns Brothers? If I saw ya name on paper I would have thought we had to face a bunch of Carlton look a likes. Burn Brothers
Shiiiiiiiiiiit, ya must be out yo damn minds. Then you got Mobstaz Show'nnnnnn Out!
They Show'n Out!
Acting all dumb acting all drunk look all stupid. Man I hate you dudes already man. You come out here telling us to grow up! We is grown. We do grown man buisness everyday by selling that weight by the ki's nigga
NIGGA!!
Burns Brothers all on my d*** about Newark school system like I could care less. Nigga I got my two year College thingy at Essex County College. I did my two years now they do there's. Let's stop that front'n and get it on in some crazy ass wrestling. Lets have all of NJ finest in a thriple Threat
3 way!!
TAG MATCH!!
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Post by burns on Mar 27, 2009 22:25:39 GMT -5
Matt raises his mic and responds 1st.
Jersey's finest? We already know who Jersey's finest are. The two guys here standing on the stage. You see, me and my brother Ray here, we're wrestlers. WRESTLERS. Trained in the finest schools in the state. We're athletes. Not like you fake ass gangstas, or the fake ass gangstas up there holding OUR belts. Just goes to show you how bad Newark Schooling is after all. Didn't you two assclowns just get out of jail, and you're on national TV talkin' about movin' weight? I think someone needs to get on the horn with NJ Corrections. *Heh heh*
After we're done with these chumps, they're gonna wish they were back in jail. Because at least in Jail you could strong arm someone smaller then you. Tonight, we're the ones makin' YOU our prison bitches. And the faster the better. I'm gonna be washing that Newark smell out of my gear for days.
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Post by mob on Mar 27, 2009 22:42:08 GMT -5
G & Hoody take a look at each other. The response soon follows.
A 3 way match between The MOB, the jailbirds and the hard-up whiteboys? Ya' know what? That sounds good to me. What about you, Hood?
Oh you KNOW I'm down fa' servin' a sucka his food. And we got 4 mouths to feed tonight. And you know what's on the menu, right?
Oh you know I know. But tell the people in case they don't.
A hot and fresh ASS WHOOPIN'. Just like momma used to make. Is that wassup G?
You know, I do believe that is in fact what they call, wassup. Thas' wassup. Definitely wassup.
The theme of The Mobstaz hits the PA. The boys do their signature "Lo-Hi 5" and make there way towards one of the corridors.
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Post by burns on Mar 27, 2009 22:48:25 GMT -5
The brothers follow suit, taking their leave of the stage. There was nothing more to say. All that was left was taking action.
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