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Post by Cid Black on Mar 27, 2010 11:34:50 GMT -5
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Post by mauelraw03 on Mar 28, 2010 2:12:52 GMT -5
Maxx stopped on his tracks. He was almost dumbfounded. He thought hard.
Maxx: Aaron, this--this is more embarrassing on my part. It's almost a month since I debuted and I never won a single match. Can you take that? It's just...so disappointing. Dreadful. And now our contracts are in danger. I can't help but put all this on me, since I had a big part in this plan. I--Listen, I'm sorry about what happened.
Angel looked Maxx straight in the eye. It wasn't as if he was mad or something but, there was something in that look that made Maxx feel uncomfortable.
Maxx: Yes, alright. Kydd has been getting to my nerves since we first clashed in a dark match. And Eric, well...Eric, I admit is a heck of a man, but I don't give a damn about him. I give a damn about our future, with our careers at the hands of those runts.
Maxx holds his chin and stares down.
Maxx: Don't get me wrong, Aaron. We're gonna get back our careers. We're gonna get back those contracts, by hook...or by crook. You get?
Angel ponders a while. He nods.
Maxx: But it won't be easy for the two of us only, my friend. We need somebody else on this team. And I think we all know who he is. Listen, Angel. We gotta talk this out with Cid.
Maxx: Aaron, We gotta go to Gold Rush.
Maxx: That's it, Angel. That's why we need another match for both of us, for Angelic Maxximum. For the Extreme Era.
Maxx: Here's what I've planned. We need to have another match with Lightning and Wright, tonight. If we win, we'll have another special stipulation match, just like last week, at Gold Rush--and once we win that match, we get our contracts back along with theirs. And it's not gonna be another ordinary match at the PPV, Aaron. 'Coz we're not the only ones who will compete in that fight. It's gonna be a No Disqualifications, No Count-outs match, Angel. If you know what I mean.
Tony reaches out his left hand. The two shake hands.
Maxx: Wait a sec. I got a match tonight, I almost forgot. I'll be facing the Santos guy and that J. Futuristic rookie. Look, before we even have these matches, I want YOU to talk to the Boss about the plan. I'll meet you in a few moments. Now, go get our match.
Angel walks out of the room. Tony sits awhile to think once again. The scene blacks out.
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Post by santos on Mar 28, 2010 11:15:31 GMT -5
*Santos is seen in the arena locker room. He is running his fingers through his nice red hair. Some members of the members of the Brickstone Squad enter the room. They look at Santos and then give him a nod then leave the room.*
I haven't been around since Blackjack. A fairly long hiatus I must say but nonetheless, "The Original Gangster" Santos is back mang. que pasa? Now I have the thr opportunity of a lifetime in the next few upcoming weeks to win the Sinner title and I plan on doing so. But before I can go on any further, I must defeat two guys at once. Toby Maxx, a cartoon character; and J. Futuristic, a fake wannabe rapper/gangsta. This is gonna be as easy for me as making money on the corner. I know I didn't do what I intended to do at Blackjack but have no fear, Santos is back with a vengence on these pussies.
My first opponent comes straight from the studios of cartoon network. What I used to watch on saturday morining. Toby Maxx! Now Maxx thinks he's the shit after his match with J. Kombat at Blackjack. He even has a little tag team now with Aaron Angel. Trying to do big things in SCW now and I guess he thinks winning the Sinner title will be the next step. The next rung on your ladder. Well I guess that means that it's my job to knock you off of your ladder before you get too in over your head. You will soon realize after the beating I or we give you that Sin City is no place for bitches like yourself and it's back to the drawing board for you...literally. Haha soy muy graciso,
Now J. Futuristic. Who the hell do you think you are. Rolling up in here like you so gangsta. Repping Atlanta. Mang, I been to atlanta an theres nothing but fake ass pretty gangstas. What is a pretty gangsta you ask? Well pretty gangstas like yourself are the type to "hit up Lenox Mally" buy your Ralph Lauren pelo. Your polo. Your true religions. Dolce Gabana. Prad. Gucci. You claim to be so tough but you shop more than a bitch. Man I'll punk yo sweet ass. With ya lame as rhymes just like those other whack ass Atlanta rappers. Gucci Mane. OJ Da Juiceman. J-Money. Travis Porter. Rich KIDZ~! Must I go on? So pretty much you know your rap career will flop like all others I mentioned so you come to SCW as a fallback. You may have been impressive against the no namer last week but don't get it twisted vato. In the ring with me, you will get fucked up for real. That's all I have to say for now. Me and my homies gotta go fishing for me piranas. We're running out.
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Post by mauelraw03 on Mar 29, 2010 0:16:36 GMT -5
The Tron scene shifts to Maxx's locker room.
Maxx: Ah, the ScW camera crew. Perfect.
You see, I wasn't supposed to speak more of this match--because of the fact that I had other plans to deal with-- so I'm gonna make this short and nice. First of all, do I look Cartoon Network to you? *One of the cameramen shook his head almost hastily.*
Do I look like Loony tunes, Bugs Bunny or anything like that? That's a stupid thought really.
Maxx: So, Santos, what a lame sense of humor you have there. And what a GOOD eyesight you have huh? Seriously, Santos kid, I am not a silly Saturday morning cartoon shit. I am real deal. I am the personification of high-flying intelligence. I am Tony Maxx, not TOBY Maxx.
Maxx rolls his eyes.
Maxx: Great. I forgot another one of my opponents. Oh yeah, J. Futuristic. I checked your data and what the hell do you call your finishers? Get Stupid? Go Ham? Now that's humor for 'ya.
Maxx: Seriously, Get Stupid? That's stupid. Anyway, I've got big stuff goin' on here so if you don't mind...
The camera crew seems waiting for more.
Maxx: I mean it. You don't want a Blackjack replay, don't you?
The cameramen have barely exited the room when Tony slammed the door shut.
The scene blacks out.
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Post by futuristic on Apr 1, 2010 16:46:47 GMT -5
*J. Futuristic appears on the camera in his locker room*
J. Futuristic: Mr. Get It In in the building. You know what it is J. Futuristic here I did it baby! I won my first match. I whopped that cracka's ass real talk an this week I get to whoop another white boys ass and a cuban. Santos, ya now match for the kid. Mr. Money. You want to make fun of my rhymes. The way I dress. The way I talk. Where I live well let me tell you something. I do what I do better than you. Don't knock my hustle fam. These true religions I'm wearing right now costs more than your whole wardrobe. Not to mention my gucci duffle bag and my louis vutton swag. The flow nasty cole slow you know what it is. In a nut shell you can't beat me son. You haven't beaten anyone since coming here and that will stay the same after Sin on Sunday.
Yo Tony Maxx, I'm facing you too. Santos was right on one thing, I have been watching you and ever since ya balls dropped and you attacked your way in a VIP championship match, you walking 'round here thinking you the shit. You ain't hard. You tough. I'm calling ya bluff you think you think yo shit but you not that rough. I'll drop ya ass like a bad habit. Get your Angelic Maxximum too. Brick Squad 1017 all day what yall haters want? I'm am a future SCW Sinner Champion and for me to fullfil that destiny, I have to go through the both of. That ain't nothig but a word. Digg this you two. You guys can fight back and forth until the cows come home. But it will be me who walks out of Sin on Sunday one step closer to being the Sinner Champion. Now that's money!
*J. Futuristic turns on the iHome in the locker room. It's his new song "Take Off". Of course he raps along.*
I'm a gonna take off
lambourgini top off
Own line air head same colour spaceoff
Futuristic lelo
ralph lauren pilo
G4 takin off every city we go
Goin across tha globe u don't go tha places we go
Connected with tha king u don't kno tha people we know
White boy steelo
black boy bakino
Black and white swagg got me feelin like melato
Pockets extra sloppy feelin like I hit tha lotto
Floatin through tha city offsets on tha idol
You tried to keith sweat me like tha chick from desperado
2 guns on me like tha movie desperado
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Post by mauelraw03 on Apr 1, 2010 21:53:06 GMT -5
Tony is seen walking around the backstage when he almost collided with the camera crew.
Tony: Sh**! What were you doin'?
An apologetic response was heard from the crew.
Tony: Alright, alright. J. Futuristic right? That gangsta kid?
Tony: Well I just saw his hell of a promo and thought: What a dumbass he is.
Tony: He thinks he's cool? I'll show him cool. Tonight, I'm assuring you all, I'll certainly be in the ring and I'll certainly beat up the both of you, J and Santos.
Tony:And to think, how can I actually respond to that promo if I can't understand a thing? Hell, the only thing spelled right and was clear enough in that speech is "Sinner Championship". Which will be on my waist in weeks time.
Tony: See, I failed to get the VIP championship. But Sinner Championship? Not this time. I will get that championship, And I won't let anybody, NOBODY, stop me.
Tony: ScW, meet you new champion. The Master High-Flyer is here!
Tony turns to leave. the scene blacks out.
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Post by santos on Apr 2, 2010 12:50:01 GMT -5
*Santos walks down the backstage hallway with his Brickstone Clan*
That type of shit is what you have in store for you Tony Maxx and J. I fly higher than you. I hit harder. I beat bitches first and ask questions later. We beat down foes and put the pirana on their chest for the disrespect. I would hate to see one of you fall victim to an official Brooklyn style beating. Think about Eric Wright. Think about Kydd Lightning. They know that I'm nothing to fuck with. You two will soon find out.
J. Futuristic. I heard about what to said mang and quite frankly, I couldn't understand a fucking word of it. You are a fake gangsta. First of all, the fact that you are coming from Atlanta means that you aren't that hard anyway. Secondly, the fact that are some mediocre "rapper" turnt wrestler means you suck. But I found that out myself. Guys like you are the reason hip hop is dead. You disgrace the art of rhyming and storytelling and for that alone, I will be coming for you in my match first. Ha kiss your career goodbye kid. Because I'm going to bang you in your mouth so hard (no homo) that you won't be able to speak another ignorant, senseless word again.
Tony Maxx. Sorry for calling you Toby but guess what? I don't give a fuck what your name is. To me, you're just one more person in my of the Sinner belt. Who the fuck do you think you are anyways? Don't get it twisted mang. Not too long ago you were getting your ass kicked week in and week out and now you think you're a big deal. Getthafuckouttahere. You never will be better than even on my worst day. Usted dos están perdiendo su tiempo. Yo soy de Santos y voy a ser el único que sale campeón Sinner!
*Santos and Brickston Clan arrived at the parking lot. Scene fades.*
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