Post by DeMarcus Jordan on May 8, 2016 12:24:27 GMT -5
DeMarcus streched as Bonnie gathered her things and left. What a great night the night before was. The party, the people, the celebration...and of course the night that he spent with that southern clone. He stopped to think for a moment...did sleeping with a clone make him gay? He shook his head and went about with his day. The hotel room they stayed at was really nice, a nice big ass suite with all the trimmings. There was a bedroom and a room in which people gathered. Not so much a living room, not so much a dining room...but a commonplace. Or something.
He sighed and got naked, well, I mean for a purpose. He was about to hit the shower...but there was also something he liked about just walking around naked. So he usually undressed in the bedroom and then walked across the house to the bathroom. He gathered up what he needed, a towel and his shower things...body wash, a lufa, because thats the best thing to use, and his tooth brush and paste. Walking across to the bathroom, he couldn't help but smile again at what had unfolded the night before. That Bonnie sure was something.
He jumped in the shower, water temp pretty warm, and still couldn't stop thinking about Bonnie. Don't be dirty, he was just showering with the thoughts of how great Bonnie was...get your mind out of the gutter Seth. Jeez. Anway, when it was all said and done, he stepped out onto the towle that he laid down and grabbed the towel off the hook and began to dry himself whle brushing his teeth. Walking back to the bedroom he dressed and pulled out his phone. He needed to tell someone about the amazing night that he had. But who? Scrolling through his contacts he saw Whitey and Amy. Amy, in case you don't remember, was DeMarcus's long lost sister...who had found him right before his knee was terribly injured. He called her.
Amy: Hello?
DeMarcus: Hey, Amy, its DeMarcus.
Amy: Yeah...yeah I know. You are programed in my phone.
DeMarcus: Sorry...I'm still getting used to having a sister.
Amy: You could have a father and a mother too.
DeMarcus: Ok, so it was a mistake to call you.
Amy: No, DJ, I am sorry.
DeMarcus: Um...its DeMarcus. I don't do cute nicknames.
Amy: But...don't you call that blonde chick Bab-
DeMarcus: YES! Thats why I am calling you actually. So, you know how I got the knee thing and we are competing on a team, me and her and Omega?
Amy: Yeah, you know I am still unsure of how that happened...
DeMarcus: Don't worry about it. Its all very technical and to be honest I have no idea how it works either...but I guess I am part cyborg now.
Amy: DeMarcus two point O.
DeMarcus: Heh...yeah. Exactly. So anyway, last week we beat those beach cocks, Gable and Kemp, and that weirdo Greybeard to advance in the tournament. Now things are going to get really tough from here on in. We gotta face Sarah Twilight, she is a cunt, Crystal, who is a goody goody two shoes, and Andre, my mother fucking homie. But thats not what I am cal-
Amy: A cunt? Don't you think that is a little...much?
DeMarcus: No. Not at all. She is a straight up bitch. Andre trusts her apparently, which is crazy in my opinion. I don't know how anyone really can trust someone like that.
Amy: Like what?
DeMarcus: Well, despite the fact that if you do any research you can find that she lives to fuck over the people who trust her, but mostly just if Andre would think back to a few months ago when Sarah Twilight returned to be in the family and then to instantly disappear. She helped form this fucking stable and then just left them high and dry. And sure, it was a stable full of fucking cock suckers, but there is no reason to abandon your homies. Dag is a racist shithead and Logan has a strange obsession with hot dogs, and there was another guy who lasted not even as long as Twilight, but literally she helps form this team and they are counting on her and she fucking screws them over. And she comes back and doesn't have the decency to even address it...like it didn't happen. But anyway, that isn't the point.
Amy: Well wait, this Crystal, is it bad to be a goody goody two shoes in that business?
DeMarcus: Oh yeah, absolutely. Like, its ok to be a good guy, but when you let your morals get in the way of you winning a match...I mean you can be moral about it but you can't hold anything back. You start holding back and you are a sitting duck. She says that she can still rise to the occasion but I don't know...she might not have the fortitude to really be able to compete at the level that she needs to. You know? So anyway-
Amy: Well, wait. Andre is your 'homie'.
DeMarcus: Don't act like you have never said the word homie before. Yeah, we are both in Rebellution. He can be really intense but he is a decent guy. He knows how to fight...I worry about his temper though. He gets so angry he starts saying a lot of shit that he probably shouldn't. Like he kept threatening death to Katherine Phoenix, and now that she is dead everyone is like "Oh Andre killed Katherine Phoenix" and he is like "no I didn't" but its like...maybe he might have? I am not saying that he did but I am also not saying that he didn't. But I need-
Amy: Well you guys have this match-
DeMarcus: AMY! Listen to ME! I am trying to tell you something.
Amy: Ok, sorry. Who is your team? Omega and Bonnie?
DeMarcus: Jay Omega. He was dead, but they like..transfered him from another dimension so that he could-
Amy: Wait...who is they?
DeMarcus: Nikolas Tesla.
Amy: Tesla?
DeMarcus: Yeah...its a long story. But I met him.
Amy: What is your life like?
DeMarcus: Until recently very boring. Anyway, what I was trying to get at is Bonnie-
Amy: Yeah! Bonnie. Oh she is cute.
DeMarcus: RIGHT!? She is so adorable. I love the kind of girls who can put up a good fight but are also so damn cute. She is perfect, really.
Amy: Perfect?
DeMarcus: Yeah..thats what I have been trying to tell you this entire fucking time. Her and I...we...well...
Amy: You fucked her?
DeMarcus: NO! Well...yes...but not like that. It wasn't like...a fuck. You know? It was...it was something more than that. It was something...special.
Amy: DeMarcus...you aren't going soft are you?
DeMarcus: Absoutley not, you can ask Bonnie. Heh.
Amy: You know I am your sister right?
DeMarcus: Right...noted...sex jokes don't work with you.
Amy: Well, at any rate, you sound happy about it, so I am happy for you.
DeMarcus: Thank you. I am. You know, I got injured and I thought my career was over. People call me names every day and...I don't know. You know I grew up without a home...I had nothing..and I just never saw things going good for me, you know. Then you came into my life and honestly, despite the fact that I responded to the news by leaving, its good to have you. But Bonnie...she just...she just changed everything. I woke up with a smile and I have been smiling ever since, you know?
Amy: Wow. Have you talked to her about it.
DeMarcus: Should I? I mean....do you think it will effect our...you know we have to be on a team...maybe I should wait till after the tournament?
Amy: I think that if you are happy, the first thing you should do is tell her how you feel about her.
DeMarcus: You are right. Ok. I am gonna head down to breakfast, see if she is down there. Thanks Amy. Talk to you later.
He hangs up the phone and lets out a long, over dramatic sigh you see in teenagers when they just got done talking about the person they are crushing on. He put on a shit, because during that conversation he was dressing, and walked out the door. There was the 'no disturb' sign still on the door. He chuckled and grabbed it, stuffing it in his pocket. He was going to take it as a momento to this whole experience with Bonnie. Almost skipping, he hopped on the elevator and rode it down to the ground floor where they were serving the complimentary breakfast. It was a nice hotel though, so the cost of the breakfast with probably incorporated into the cost of the room, but thats how they get you. Anway, he didn't see Bonnie anywhere, but he did see Jay Omega chowing down. DeMarcus smiled and grabbed a plateful of bacon and went to join his other partner.
DeMarcus: Whats up, amigo?
Jay: Um...the ceiling...more rooms. And thats racist.
DeMarcus: Its not racist.
Jay: Amigo means 'dirty dirty jew'.
DeMarcus: ...its spanish for 'friend'.
Jay: Really?
DeMarcus: Yeah.
Jay: Man, our worlds are different.
DeMarcus: Yeah. Hey I got you some of this.
He pushes the bacon in front of Jay. Jay smells it, he is inticed.
Jay: What is this?
DeMarcus: Its bacon. Just another excellent meat that comes from a pig.
Jay picks up a strip and looks it over. Shrugging, he takes a bite. And folks, if I could accurately describe the euphoria that swept over the man who had never eaten bacon or even knew if its existence, I would be a much better storyteller. But I can't. So think to everytime you eat that sweet, sweet meat candy that is bacon, and then times it by like...one hundred.
Jay: Holy shit.
He begins shoveling bacon into his mouth.
DeMarcus: Whoa there guy, relax. Haha. Its delicioius, but its not very good for you. You don't want to be dragging ass all week long.
Jay: God, see, in my world there are no pigs.
DeMarcus: ...no pigs?
Jay: Fucking crusades man.
DeMarcus: Uh...I am not even going to ask. Hey have you seen Bonnie?
Jay: I thought you weren't going to ask?
DeMarcus: No, about the pigs.
Jay: Bonnie isn't a pig.
DeMarcus: I...I know. She is...have you seen her?
Jay: Yeah, she headed to the roof bout ten minutes or so ago. You might be able to catch her still.
DeMarcus: Ok. Thanks!
DeMarcus grabbed the last piece of bacon as Jay did a comical fist shake after him. He ran back to the elevator and pressed...whatever you need to press to get to the roof. It was a lot of floors, but DeMarcus had a lot that he wanted to say to her, so he was thankful for the long ride that he could put together his thoughts. Finally, reaching the roof, he saw Bonnie getting ready to get on a helicopter. He shouted out her name and caught her right before she got on.
DeMarcus: Bonnie, I have to tell you something!
Bonnie: Oh, gee, sugar can it wait? Im bout to fly away here.
DeMarcus: Its..but...yeah I suppose. I suppose it can wait.
Bonnie: Thanks darlin'. Say, there is a film crew right over there, why don't you do your shoot?
DeMarcus: Great idea, you are so smart.
He goes in for a hug, but she boards the helicopter. He smiles at her and waves as they fly away. He turns to the crew.
DeMarcus: You guys ready?
They give him the thumbs up.
DeMarcus: Great. So...here we are. Round two of the trio's tournament. The chances at the tag team titles and the World title, but even more than that, the chance to prove yourself to this federation. There haven't been many winners of the trio's tournaments, and to cement a win can really help boost your career, even moreso than just getting a chance at those belts. You become a contender. I hadn't planned on this being my ticket to the top, I planned to work hard and work through the federation and come out on top six months in. Well, because of a jealous Wade Moor, a fucked up Johnny Rabid, and a slimy Beaver, my chances of doing there were cut short. Those fucking beach dicks got theres though, I suppose. Wade got fucking taken out by mysterious means...I mean I would LOVE to take credit for that, but sadly I cannot. Beaver and Rabid, they got theirs in the form of who fucking even knows who they are anymore? People were talking about me the whole time I was gone, hashtag Justice for DeMarcus be trending better than hashtag beach crew.
But that is all irrelvent now. Why, the first thing I wanted to do when I got back was show them up and give it to Dag. I wanted to take a chair and bash that klan member over his fucking white head and make him bleed and just hit him over and over and over and over until there was nothing left but a red pile of shit. But there were more important things at stake then trying to teach lessons to those who are racially ignorant. I need to make myself a player in the WCF. I need to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I can and I will be THE guy in the WCF, and the fastest, best way to do it is to focus on the Trio's tournament. So what did I do?
I joined up with two people who I knew couldn't possibly let me down. Two people who, even on their worst days, are better than most people on their best days. For example, Sarah Twilight. I don't want to spend a lot time talking about her, because everyone already understands what a piece of burning shit she really is. She fucking uses the ring bell to do her handy work for her in taking out Katherine Phoenix, and you think that bitch could have waited until I was done bleeding Katherine dry of every penny she had. But no, she had to jump the gun, which seems to be what Sarah Twilight is best at.
Point and case, she came into the fed and jumped the gun on Famine of the Vile. A guy trying to make a name for himself, and she decided to assert herself into his business. What about the tag team championships? A match between the Lady Killers, Jay Price and Switches the clown and Jeff Purse and NightRider, and what does she do? Her and her McMuffin friend jump the gun and take the titles from Jay and the clown. What about Jeff Purse and Eric Price? One of the best rivalries this company has ever seen, built on hatred and despise for all, and this bitch comes in and acts like she has something to do with it, and asserts herself into it. That is her problem and will always be her problem.
So how is this match going to go? I can tell you. I don't even have to be there to tell you. Sarah Twilight is going to 'jump the gun' on that fact that her partners don't want to commit manslaughter, and she is going to get pissy, and she is going to cost her team the match. Its WILL be her fault when...Relentless Mischeif or whatever they call themselves loses. And I am going to stand over her stupid redheaded body laughing. She talks so much shit about how she is the best, but really, she is just an insecure little bitch who is going to get her ass handed to her, and then she is going to blame everyone else. But it will be on her. I will make sure it is on her. But I don't doubt that she will blame Crystal.
Which brings me to Crystal. Crystal. Let me explain something to you. You and Bonnie, you can be friends, but if you don't bring your mother fucking A game this match, Bonnie ain't gonna have anything to do with you. You are too soft Crystal. I understand you are new to this and you don't understand how it works. I understand that you seem to have a really good upbringing. You have all of your 'snowflakes' and every lame nerd in the federation, Dag, wants to get into your pants. Its insane. Another girl shows up and every dick in the lockeroom stands striaght up. Get over it. Sure, Crystal has it going on, but nobody compares to Bonnie. Crystal, you are a Bonnie wannabe, and we are gonna show you why you will never be the real thing.
Crystal, I like you. I do. I think you have a lot of heart. But it takes more than that. Believe me. In my short tenure here in WCF I have had to endure the most racist, backwoods bullshit anyone has ever had to endure. Its like the civial rights movement never fucking happened around here. So I understand the psychology of the company. And it states, and I quote, don't be a scared little bitch. I am sorry Crystal, but when I see you I see a scared little bitch. Its not personal, its all about the match. I am not going to take it easy on you, and I sincerly hope that you aren't going to hold back on us. Its like Andre said, it would be disrespectful.
But Andre, that doesn't mean you have to fucking go insane. I mean, cool it down a bit buddy. I am going to bring my best and I expect you to do the same, but if you cross the line, I am going to respond in kind, especially if you cross the line with Bonnie. I know you have gone so long without a defeat, and normally I would be right there helping you, and so would Bonnie, rooting for you and hoping that you get your wins and that you keep your tag titles. But I have to say, sorry homie, but that win streak is going to be coming to an end after Sunday. Enjoy it while you can, because right now since coming back, I am undefeated playa. And you ain't gonna be the one to change that.
Andre, your temper is what is going to be the demise of you. All I have to do is piss you off enough in the ring to send you into a fury. Its something you really need to get under wraps my friend. But you know what, I hope to god you don't by Sunday. We are going to pin Twilight, and then, depending on how RebelScum do, we are going to come after you and Pierce for those Tag Titles. Sorry for your luck man, but that is just how it has to be my friend. I love you like a brother homie, you have been there for me through some tough times, but I am planning to take your ass out. You are a threat in this competition, and just like you know I am, you are going down my friend.
I am going to simply fight you. You are a bomb ass wrestler homie, there is no doubt about that mother fucker. But I am a fighter Andre. I grew up fighting. I have been fighting my entire life. When I was younger, there wasn't a day that passed that I didn't get in a fight. And yeah, I won most of them, but I have done my fair share of losing, so not only can I fight like a mother fucking champ, but I don't lose like a bitch. Its going to be very hard for you and your team of bitches to get me down. Because I was brought up on the fucking thought that if you fall down, you get that ass back up and you start swinging until what you are hitting stops moving. And thats just the way it is. Good luck to you brother, but I am going to fucking wreck your team.
Andre, I love you man. Crystal, grow a fucking pair. Twilight, get that bi-polar checked out you fucking witch. Regardless of this advice I give you, none of it will help you guys on Sunday. Rebel Scum will win. End. Of. Story.
DeMarcus shrugs and begins boarding the NEXT helicopter. The film crew run up to him.
Film guy: Hey, can we come? We have been trapped here for like...2 weeks by a drug-
DeMarcus: No sorry no room.
He flys off while they stare at him...stunned.
End
He sighed and got naked, well, I mean for a purpose. He was about to hit the shower...but there was also something he liked about just walking around naked. So he usually undressed in the bedroom and then walked across the house to the bathroom. He gathered up what he needed, a towel and his shower things...body wash, a lufa, because thats the best thing to use, and his tooth brush and paste. Walking across to the bathroom, he couldn't help but smile again at what had unfolded the night before. That Bonnie sure was something.
He jumped in the shower, water temp pretty warm, and still couldn't stop thinking about Bonnie. Don't be dirty, he was just showering with the thoughts of how great Bonnie was...get your mind out of the gutter Seth. Jeez. Anway, when it was all said and done, he stepped out onto the towle that he laid down and grabbed the towel off the hook and began to dry himself whle brushing his teeth. Walking back to the bedroom he dressed and pulled out his phone. He needed to tell someone about the amazing night that he had. But who? Scrolling through his contacts he saw Whitey and Amy. Amy, in case you don't remember, was DeMarcus's long lost sister...who had found him right before his knee was terribly injured. He called her.
Amy: Hello?
DeMarcus: Hey, Amy, its DeMarcus.
Amy: Yeah...yeah I know. You are programed in my phone.
DeMarcus: Sorry...I'm still getting used to having a sister.
Amy: You could have a father and a mother too.
DeMarcus: Ok, so it was a mistake to call you.
Amy: No, DJ, I am sorry.
DeMarcus: Um...its DeMarcus. I don't do cute nicknames.
Amy: But...don't you call that blonde chick Bab-
DeMarcus: YES! Thats why I am calling you actually. So, you know how I got the knee thing and we are competing on a team, me and her and Omega?
Amy: Yeah, you know I am still unsure of how that happened...
DeMarcus: Don't worry about it. Its all very technical and to be honest I have no idea how it works either...but I guess I am part cyborg now.
Amy: DeMarcus two point O.
DeMarcus: Heh...yeah. Exactly. So anyway, last week we beat those beach cocks, Gable and Kemp, and that weirdo Greybeard to advance in the tournament. Now things are going to get really tough from here on in. We gotta face Sarah Twilight, she is a cunt, Crystal, who is a goody goody two shoes, and Andre, my mother fucking homie. But thats not what I am cal-
Amy: A cunt? Don't you think that is a little...much?
DeMarcus: No. Not at all. She is a straight up bitch. Andre trusts her apparently, which is crazy in my opinion. I don't know how anyone really can trust someone like that.
Amy: Like what?
DeMarcus: Well, despite the fact that if you do any research you can find that she lives to fuck over the people who trust her, but mostly just if Andre would think back to a few months ago when Sarah Twilight returned to be in the family and then to instantly disappear. She helped form this fucking stable and then just left them high and dry. And sure, it was a stable full of fucking cock suckers, but there is no reason to abandon your homies. Dag is a racist shithead and Logan has a strange obsession with hot dogs, and there was another guy who lasted not even as long as Twilight, but literally she helps form this team and they are counting on her and she fucking screws them over. And she comes back and doesn't have the decency to even address it...like it didn't happen. But anyway, that isn't the point.
Amy: Well wait, this Crystal, is it bad to be a goody goody two shoes in that business?
DeMarcus: Oh yeah, absolutely. Like, its ok to be a good guy, but when you let your morals get in the way of you winning a match...I mean you can be moral about it but you can't hold anything back. You start holding back and you are a sitting duck. She says that she can still rise to the occasion but I don't know...she might not have the fortitude to really be able to compete at the level that she needs to. You know? So anyway-
Amy: Well, wait. Andre is your 'homie'.
DeMarcus: Don't act like you have never said the word homie before. Yeah, we are both in Rebellution. He can be really intense but he is a decent guy. He knows how to fight...I worry about his temper though. He gets so angry he starts saying a lot of shit that he probably shouldn't. Like he kept threatening death to Katherine Phoenix, and now that she is dead everyone is like "Oh Andre killed Katherine Phoenix" and he is like "no I didn't" but its like...maybe he might have? I am not saying that he did but I am also not saying that he didn't. But I need-
Amy: Well you guys have this match-
DeMarcus: AMY! Listen to ME! I am trying to tell you something.
Amy: Ok, sorry. Who is your team? Omega and Bonnie?
DeMarcus: Jay Omega. He was dead, but they like..transfered him from another dimension so that he could-
Amy: Wait...who is they?
DeMarcus: Nikolas Tesla.
Amy: Tesla?
DeMarcus: Yeah...its a long story. But I met him.
Amy: What is your life like?
DeMarcus: Until recently very boring. Anyway, what I was trying to get at is Bonnie-
Amy: Yeah! Bonnie. Oh she is cute.
DeMarcus: RIGHT!? She is so adorable. I love the kind of girls who can put up a good fight but are also so damn cute. She is perfect, really.
Amy: Perfect?
DeMarcus: Yeah..thats what I have been trying to tell you this entire fucking time. Her and I...we...well...
Amy: You fucked her?
DeMarcus: NO! Well...yes...but not like that. It wasn't like...a fuck. You know? It was...it was something more than that. It was something...special.
Amy: DeMarcus...you aren't going soft are you?
DeMarcus: Absoutley not, you can ask Bonnie. Heh.
Amy: You know I am your sister right?
DeMarcus: Right...noted...sex jokes don't work with you.
Amy: Well, at any rate, you sound happy about it, so I am happy for you.
DeMarcus: Thank you. I am. You know, I got injured and I thought my career was over. People call me names every day and...I don't know. You know I grew up without a home...I had nothing..and I just never saw things going good for me, you know. Then you came into my life and honestly, despite the fact that I responded to the news by leaving, its good to have you. But Bonnie...she just...she just changed everything. I woke up with a smile and I have been smiling ever since, you know?
Amy: Wow. Have you talked to her about it.
DeMarcus: Should I? I mean....do you think it will effect our...you know we have to be on a team...maybe I should wait till after the tournament?
Amy: I think that if you are happy, the first thing you should do is tell her how you feel about her.
DeMarcus: You are right. Ok. I am gonna head down to breakfast, see if she is down there. Thanks Amy. Talk to you later.
He hangs up the phone and lets out a long, over dramatic sigh you see in teenagers when they just got done talking about the person they are crushing on. He put on a shit, because during that conversation he was dressing, and walked out the door. There was the 'no disturb' sign still on the door. He chuckled and grabbed it, stuffing it in his pocket. He was going to take it as a momento to this whole experience with Bonnie. Almost skipping, he hopped on the elevator and rode it down to the ground floor where they were serving the complimentary breakfast. It was a nice hotel though, so the cost of the breakfast with probably incorporated into the cost of the room, but thats how they get you. Anway, he didn't see Bonnie anywhere, but he did see Jay Omega chowing down. DeMarcus smiled and grabbed a plateful of bacon and went to join his other partner.
DeMarcus: Whats up, amigo?
Jay: Um...the ceiling...more rooms. And thats racist.
DeMarcus: Its not racist.
Jay: Amigo means 'dirty dirty jew'.
DeMarcus: ...its spanish for 'friend'.
Jay: Really?
DeMarcus: Yeah.
Jay: Man, our worlds are different.
DeMarcus: Yeah. Hey I got you some of this.
He pushes the bacon in front of Jay. Jay smells it, he is inticed.
Jay: What is this?
DeMarcus: Its bacon. Just another excellent meat that comes from a pig.
Jay picks up a strip and looks it over. Shrugging, he takes a bite. And folks, if I could accurately describe the euphoria that swept over the man who had never eaten bacon or even knew if its existence, I would be a much better storyteller. But I can't. So think to everytime you eat that sweet, sweet meat candy that is bacon, and then times it by like...one hundred.
Jay: Holy shit.
He begins shoveling bacon into his mouth.
DeMarcus: Whoa there guy, relax. Haha. Its delicioius, but its not very good for you. You don't want to be dragging ass all week long.
Jay: God, see, in my world there are no pigs.
DeMarcus: ...no pigs?
Jay: Fucking crusades man.
DeMarcus: Uh...I am not even going to ask. Hey have you seen Bonnie?
Jay: I thought you weren't going to ask?
DeMarcus: No, about the pigs.
Jay: Bonnie isn't a pig.
DeMarcus: I...I know. She is...have you seen her?
Jay: Yeah, she headed to the roof bout ten minutes or so ago. You might be able to catch her still.
DeMarcus: Ok. Thanks!
DeMarcus grabbed the last piece of bacon as Jay did a comical fist shake after him. He ran back to the elevator and pressed...whatever you need to press to get to the roof. It was a lot of floors, but DeMarcus had a lot that he wanted to say to her, so he was thankful for the long ride that he could put together his thoughts. Finally, reaching the roof, he saw Bonnie getting ready to get on a helicopter. He shouted out her name and caught her right before she got on.
DeMarcus: Bonnie, I have to tell you something!
Bonnie: Oh, gee, sugar can it wait? Im bout to fly away here.
DeMarcus: Its..but...yeah I suppose. I suppose it can wait.
Bonnie: Thanks darlin'. Say, there is a film crew right over there, why don't you do your shoot?
DeMarcus: Great idea, you are so smart.
He goes in for a hug, but she boards the helicopter. He smiles at her and waves as they fly away. He turns to the crew.
DeMarcus: You guys ready?
They give him the thumbs up.
DeMarcus: Great. So...here we are. Round two of the trio's tournament. The chances at the tag team titles and the World title, but even more than that, the chance to prove yourself to this federation. There haven't been many winners of the trio's tournaments, and to cement a win can really help boost your career, even moreso than just getting a chance at those belts. You become a contender. I hadn't planned on this being my ticket to the top, I planned to work hard and work through the federation and come out on top six months in. Well, because of a jealous Wade Moor, a fucked up Johnny Rabid, and a slimy Beaver, my chances of doing there were cut short. Those fucking beach dicks got theres though, I suppose. Wade got fucking taken out by mysterious means...I mean I would LOVE to take credit for that, but sadly I cannot. Beaver and Rabid, they got theirs in the form of who fucking even knows who they are anymore? People were talking about me the whole time I was gone, hashtag Justice for DeMarcus be trending better than hashtag beach crew.
But that is all irrelvent now. Why, the first thing I wanted to do when I got back was show them up and give it to Dag. I wanted to take a chair and bash that klan member over his fucking white head and make him bleed and just hit him over and over and over and over until there was nothing left but a red pile of shit. But there were more important things at stake then trying to teach lessons to those who are racially ignorant. I need to make myself a player in the WCF. I need to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I can and I will be THE guy in the WCF, and the fastest, best way to do it is to focus on the Trio's tournament. So what did I do?
I joined up with two people who I knew couldn't possibly let me down. Two people who, even on their worst days, are better than most people on their best days. For example, Sarah Twilight. I don't want to spend a lot time talking about her, because everyone already understands what a piece of burning shit she really is. She fucking uses the ring bell to do her handy work for her in taking out Katherine Phoenix, and you think that bitch could have waited until I was done bleeding Katherine dry of every penny she had. But no, she had to jump the gun, which seems to be what Sarah Twilight is best at.
Point and case, she came into the fed and jumped the gun on Famine of the Vile. A guy trying to make a name for himself, and she decided to assert herself into his business. What about the tag team championships? A match between the Lady Killers, Jay Price and Switches the clown and Jeff Purse and NightRider, and what does she do? Her and her McMuffin friend jump the gun and take the titles from Jay and the clown. What about Jeff Purse and Eric Price? One of the best rivalries this company has ever seen, built on hatred and despise for all, and this bitch comes in and acts like she has something to do with it, and asserts herself into it. That is her problem and will always be her problem.
So how is this match going to go? I can tell you. I don't even have to be there to tell you. Sarah Twilight is going to 'jump the gun' on that fact that her partners don't want to commit manslaughter, and she is going to get pissy, and she is going to cost her team the match. Its WILL be her fault when...Relentless Mischeif or whatever they call themselves loses. And I am going to stand over her stupid redheaded body laughing. She talks so much shit about how she is the best, but really, she is just an insecure little bitch who is going to get her ass handed to her, and then she is going to blame everyone else. But it will be on her. I will make sure it is on her. But I don't doubt that she will blame Crystal.
Which brings me to Crystal. Crystal. Let me explain something to you. You and Bonnie, you can be friends, but if you don't bring your mother fucking A game this match, Bonnie ain't gonna have anything to do with you. You are too soft Crystal. I understand you are new to this and you don't understand how it works. I understand that you seem to have a really good upbringing. You have all of your 'snowflakes' and every lame nerd in the federation, Dag, wants to get into your pants. Its insane. Another girl shows up and every dick in the lockeroom stands striaght up. Get over it. Sure, Crystal has it going on, but nobody compares to Bonnie. Crystal, you are a Bonnie wannabe, and we are gonna show you why you will never be the real thing.
Crystal, I like you. I do. I think you have a lot of heart. But it takes more than that. Believe me. In my short tenure here in WCF I have had to endure the most racist, backwoods bullshit anyone has ever had to endure. Its like the civial rights movement never fucking happened around here. So I understand the psychology of the company. And it states, and I quote, don't be a scared little bitch. I am sorry Crystal, but when I see you I see a scared little bitch. Its not personal, its all about the match. I am not going to take it easy on you, and I sincerly hope that you aren't going to hold back on us. Its like Andre said, it would be disrespectful.
But Andre, that doesn't mean you have to fucking go insane. I mean, cool it down a bit buddy. I am going to bring my best and I expect you to do the same, but if you cross the line, I am going to respond in kind, especially if you cross the line with Bonnie. I know you have gone so long without a defeat, and normally I would be right there helping you, and so would Bonnie, rooting for you and hoping that you get your wins and that you keep your tag titles. But I have to say, sorry homie, but that win streak is going to be coming to an end after Sunday. Enjoy it while you can, because right now since coming back, I am undefeated playa. And you ain't gonna be the one to change that.
Andre, your temper is what is going to be the demise of you. All I have to do is piss you off enough in the ring to send you into a fury. Its something you really need to get under wraps my friend. But you know what, I hope to god you don't by Sunday. We are going to pin Twilight, and then, depending on how RebelScum do, we are going to come after you and Pierce for those Tag Titles. Sorry for your luck man, but that is just how it has to be my friend. I love you like a brother homie, you have been there for me through some tough times, but I am planning to take your ass out. You are a threat in this competition, and just like you know I am, you are going down my friend.
I am going to simply fight you. You are a bomb ass wrestler homie, there is no doubt about that mother fucker. But I am a fighter Andre. I grew up fighting. I have been fighting my entire life. When I was younger, there wasn't a day that passed that I didn't get in a fight. And yeah, I won most of them, but I have done my fair share of losing, so not only can I fight like a mother fucking champ, but I don't lose like a bitch. Its going to be very hard for you and your team of bitches to get me down. Because I was brought up on the fucking thought that if you fall down, you get that ass back up and you start swinging until what you are hitting stops moving. And thats just the way it is. Good luck to you brother, but I am going to fucking wreck your team.
Andre, I love you man. Crystal, grow a fucking pair. Twilight, get that bi-polar checked out you fucking witch. Regardless of this advice I give you, none of it will help you guys on Sunday. Rebel Scum will win. End. Of. Story.
DeMarcus shrugs and begins boarding the NEXT helicopter. The film crew run up to him.
Film guy: Hey, can we come? We have been trapped here for like...2 weeks by a drug-
DeMarcus: No sorry no room.
He flys off while they stare at him...stunned.
End
