MG Sucks. Oh, and HI CADE!!! (MG/Grandslam?)

[epic]

UNDEAD!!!

Some boo. Some cheer. No one forgets to respond. Scott Epic, despite getting his arse handed to him at Devil's Night, has made an impact with the XWA universe. Which was much more than he'll ever say about his opponent for tonight.

He comes out through the stage, nodding his head to the sounds of his music. Making his way down to the ring, he stops to acknowledge an epicequalswin.com sign that someone too dumb to acknowledge that Epic was supposed to be the asshole bad guy made and brought in. That being said... Epic swipes it, and brings it into the ring with him.

The music fades.

You know... *looks at the sign in his hands,* Time was, the only place that I'd see these were in high school gyms, VFW halls, and back yards. See... Scott Epic was always a cult hero. I've always had the following. I've always had the respect of the audience... and right now, by the reaction that I got coming out from behind that curtain...

Love me or hate me... you all respect me enough to make some noise for me. You respect me enough to watch me in the ring, and either pray that I get my ass kicked...

Or I get exactly what I deserve with the W.

See, someone around here is jealous of that... and that someone?

Is an absolute pussy.

MG decided that he was going to hit up my AOL Instant Messenger one night... yeah... real tough, right guys? In any case, aside from his typical gangster threats, he made me realize something... I have the opportunity, to once again, put a dead, tired dog to rest. Much like Genesis, who ain't done shit since I smoked the hell out of him, MG had to sit cards out. Seems that once he was done trying to tangle him into an invading fed mess and trying to claw himself into the spotlight... he got lost when it went all away. To the point that he's becoming the sixteen year old girl that talks about how great she is and she'll kick any bitches ass over an internet instant messenger service!

BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Epic can hardly contain his laughter. Apparently respect works as a lid... keeping some things from devolving into situations such as this. Epic, obviously, had none...

So, MG... here's your chance. Come out, be a man... hell leave the pieces in the back so you can be a real man and not a gangster pussy that thinks a big caliber adds inches to his dick... and come out and say something. Say anything. So an Epic K-O can set you back in your place.

Oh, and going on to further business? I'm not stopping with just MG... I think that once I whip that fucker's ass... I can actually make this night mean something other than an easy paycheck. And I'm thinking that tonights the night that I get my Grandslam belt to put up on my mantle for the next couple of months on vacation!

So, Cade? Once MG's been out here, and put in his place... I got a little bone to pick with you... so GET IN LINE!

Epic is certainly fired up. He's come out, thrown down the gauntlet in a real life situation... now he awaits MG...

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[MG]

Buzz: Oh crap MG is backstage right now!

The titian tron shows MG backstage! He's pushing people out of the way with an outward angry face.

Yo! Epic! I just flew in and it's time to bash some fucking heads in this bitch.

Gomez: Oh Epic you better get ready.

All of a sudden "No Hook" by Jay Z come on and he walks quickly down the ramp and slides into the ring. The song fades.

Goldman: Hey if you witnessed it on AIM then you can witness it here again! MG is about cuss like a sailor.

MG gets in Epic face and put the mic close to his lips.

Nobody and I mean nobody calls MG a fucking pussy.

Fans cheer but MG looks to them

Shut the fuck up!

Boos

You really think I'm not going to come in YOUR FACE, and tell you that I'll kick your ass. That I'll ended yo mutha fucking career. Now I gave you the ultimatum first time we talked. You either become apart of me. Or you die by me! You feel me nigga. You said no. You basically called me gay and kept it moving. Got a few wins and now you the shit huh big guy. Fuck that because it all ended tonight. Cause I ain't jelous no no no. I just want to show everyone else that lambs don't belong in the jungle! Time for the lion to sacrifice.

[epic]

Well, HOLEEE SHEET, peeps! The Pussy wants to be a tranny! Who knew? Anyone got any Midol

EPIC wasn't intimidated in the least by the screaming Crip, or Blood, or whatever the blue hell this guy wanted everybody to think he was...

MG, MG, you definitely lose any type of intelligence benefit of the doubt that I may never have given you when you're not tappin' on a keyboard, I'll give you that. I mean, just the opening of your mouth just screams to me... "Stupid." Your angry face, hell, that just screams "I'm a Pussy trying to put on camoflauge!" BAHAHAHAAA....

And your lion reference?

Epic points to the big screen...



Need I say more???

Epic laughs.

God I'm glad I keep that type of formerly useless shit laying around!

Face it, MG... you're nothing but a washed up, beaten down, forgotten and purposely ignored Pussy, while I, Scott Epic, am the new shit. The new face of XWA, and destined to overshadow you in only a fraction of the time that you've been here. Tonight starts that. After I take care of my light work... yes, that's you... I'm moving on, and I'm taking that Grandslam belt, and you know what? When I win it? I'm gonna come out here, rub it in your face, tell you how much of a pussy that you really are, and then laugh as you can't act like you're going to do a thing about it for three months! BOO-YAH!

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[MG]

Damn you are not funny. I mean come on son that shit was the least of funny I've seen in a long time. My bitches gave me a better laugh when they tell me I fuck to hard. Man you can't beat me in a joke for joke contest shit you couldn't beat Magnus Swartz in a joke for joke contest. Stop with the joke. CAUSE IT AIN'T FUNNY!! Then here you go thinking you the first person thats not intimidated by me. Yeah in the ring but if we stepped outside and was on the street boy I could shoot you right in ya head and wouldn't get caught. Niggas don't know who I'am. Let me remind you. I'm MG bitch!!

[cade]

Let me tell you two "gentlemen" what's not funny.

Out to the stage steps the GrandSlam champion Kris Cade. The crowd explodes into cheer upon his arrival, and he continues.

Hearing a pair of grown men carrying on like 6th graders hopped up on Capri Sun and pixie stix. That's not funny. It's sad. The fact that the two of you have the nerve to call yourselves professionals, yet you're both out here carrying on like idiots. And for what? To get my attention? To increase you status to get a shot at the GrandSlam Title? *Heh* There's a right way and a wrong way to get noticed in this business. And the both of you are card carrying examples of the wrong way.

You see fellas, unlike the two of you. I'm a PROFESSIONAL wrestler. I don't come out here to be funny, witty, poignant, offensive or controversial. I come out to show the world that I'm the best at what I do. Because unlike you two jokers, I take what I do very, very seriously. Epic, I would have thought our little encounter at Devil's Night would have showed you just how serious the task of being champion really is. Let me make this very clear to the both of you. One up-smanship outside of the ring might get you ratings. It might make you popular with the marks on message boards. But it doesn't make you the best. It doesn't make you champion. It's what you do between those ropes when the bell sounds that does. So I think I speak for everyone here in the American Airlines Arena when I say...as my good friend Ethan Bain would say "Shut up and fight"...and I'll meet the winner next season.

Cade then lowers his mic.

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NEXT SEASON?! The hell you are makin' us wait that long, Cade!

Epic was infuriated to the point to absolutely ignore MG's breakdown into hood-I've-got-a-gun-mode...

The hell you are! See, I ain't sittin' at home for three months waiting on my shot at the Grandslam belt... just like you ain't gonna be sittin' at home waiting on defending the belt against me after I beat the shit outta somebody that's a fine example of everything that inner city school systems do wrong! I smoke the hell out of our friendly, neighborhood cap-popper here, I'm coming and I'm getting that Grandslam Belt or a piece of your ass,

TONIGHT!

There's NO waiting around with me, Cade!

[cade]

Cade shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

*Hehheh* Something in the pit of my stomach told me this was going to happen. I mean, what less could I expect of a pair of guy who do more thinking with the head in their pants then the ones on their shoulders. I'll tell you what. I'll humor you. Which ever one of you clowns survive after beatin' the snot out of each other later on, I'll give a shot at the GrandSlam title. But seeing as I'm champ, it's gonna be under my terms. And my terms is the match type I put on the map. The match I know neither of you have the skill or conditioning compete in, much less beat me in it.

The crowd then breaks into a "Pure Rules" chant.

Yea, I think the people definitely get it. And after tonight's all said and done, you both will get it too.

Buzz: The GrandSlam title defended under Pure Rules? C...can he do that?

Matt: He's the champ, as far as I'm concerned he can name whatever match he wants. And what a match it is!!!

So the way tonight will play out, either the two of you will make history, having wrestled each other and then by some miracle go on and still have enough to beat me, or I come out here and show one of XWA's many hot heads that it takes more then the gift of gab to be the best of the best.

[MG]

MG looks clueless at what's going.

You ain't gonna ask me how I feel about all of this? Pure matches and shit. The fuck wrong with ya'll. I'm not about to wrestle two matches in one day. I can't be sober to wrestle two matches brotha. Ya bitches is making me want to light... you know what

MG pulls out his crispy rolled blunt and begains to spark up. Oh it's lit. MG is about to get it cracking.

Ahhhhhhhhh... Oh yeah Cade this ain't I didn't know Airlines Arena had an open dome. Bitch we in the orange dome!!

Fans start cheering.

Ain't I told you mutha fuckas to shut the fuck up.

Smokes...

ThIs bLuNt Is hITtInG *cough* Damn. *shakes his head* Yo Ep you want a hit...

He puts his hand out then snatches it back

Get the hell out of here. I should kick yo ass for trying to bait me to fight the champ you punk ass *smokes* Damn *smokes* Ugh *Smokes, coughs* Oh *smokes* Yo this right here is the bomb and when it comes to think about it. *smokes* I'm down with this match brah *smokes* yeah I'm down down down down.