Promos for Circus Maximus

[JohnnyX]

**Scene opens up at the afterMATH X gym. The Mysterious jAi 1 is seen wearing one of his luchadore masks. He is seen talking to Johnn Ecks***

MJ1: YO B! Looks like you got a big dude for the PPV mang.

Johnny Ecks: Who the hell is this guy? Ronnie Lassiter? The f*ck? What is he about?

Mj1: Yo b, you need to relax mang. I heard that boy is strong. Like Bull strong
Ecks: Well I am sexay, I am Super sexay. You know what I'm saying? Ain't nothing that fool gonna do that can escape the clutches of my Eckploder, the Ecksplex, the Xfactor! Ain't nothing! HE CAN DO!
Mj1: Yo b, you need to take a chill pill and relax mang. I can hear you fine, just don't be yellin and screamin at the top of them lungs mang.
Ecks: My bad dawg. I promise you this He will fly! First class tickets to Suplex City! A man he will fly!

Mj1: Yo b, that will be sumpthin tah see, b. Let's eat some Jollibee.

Ecks: Ugh, again? You really love that place huh.

Mj1: yo b, it's tha bidnezz. I'll support anythang that will post me as their hero.

Ecks: thats what it stems down to it. You look ike em cuz you get free food.

MJ1: Tell me you wouldn't do the same.

Ecks: aight lil man you win this one. But seriously, Ronnie Lassiter, you gonna fly son!

[Stu]

*** Terry Schneider sits at the news desk, checking incoming stories on his ipad. Along the bottom of the screen scrolls the following message: "Lester 'Road Hog' Moran and His Cadillac Cowboys will not be available to be the opening act at Circus Maximus, as they will be in Hogwaller Hollow, Alabama at an award ceremony in the town hall annex, where they are expected to receive recognition for their first album, Alive at the Johnny MacBrown Highschool, having gone plywood in the first 59 weeks." Schneider addresses the camera. ***

TERRY SCHNEIDER: "Ladies and gentlemen, last week Johnny Ecks confirmed that he had been given a match at Circus Maximus against the Masked Shooter's protege', Ronnie Lassiter. Ecks has thus far expressed contempt for Lassiter despite his size and strength advantage. We caught up with Mr. Lassiter earlier today; here's what he had to say."

*** Scene changes to RONNIE LASSITER standing in front of a wrestling ring that is under construction. He addresses the camera. ***

LASSITER: "Johnny Ecks, I've heard your talk. You don't seem very interested in meeting me in the ring at this major event. Well, let me tell you somethin', Echs! If that's your attitude, you can just give your spot to someone who gives a damn! I plan on bringing my A-game, son, and my game is plenty good! I been trained by the best! I'm one of the strongest competitors in the business, let alone the PWA! I got the skills and the power, I can go for an hour! And if - if - you decide you have the guts to meet me in the ring at Circus Maximus, you better understand something real good: you better not try and meet my power with your "super sexay," 'cause I will throw it right out over the top rope, son! I come here to wrestle, not whatever you seem set to do, and I don't care whatch way you swing, it ain't gonna help you none once the bell rings!"

[JohnnyX]

A response....

MJ1: YO B! He responded, he saw what you said and talked smack! What you gonna do B?

Ecks: good. Glad someone is paying attention, unlike the rest of these marks in PWA, someone actually finally gonna step up to task. Just wait foo! You will see just how strong you really are, cuz when suplex city comes a rollin in tah town you will know that my name is Johnny Freakin Ecks and I will make you fly! Yah dig? And please be careful what you wish for cuz it will come true. See you in suplex city bit*h!

MJ1: Yo B! Calmate guey! You need to relax mang!

Ecks: Come out of retirement and I just might. I need the aMx troop with me man. We need the OGC of the 619.

MJ1: We will see B. Sides I would need an opponent.

Ecks: What about Snow, Pantero, or the Cobra kid?

MJ1: Chillax B! Let's go eat mang! JOLLIBEE! My treat.

Ecks: aight bet! Let's roll yo!

MJ1: yo it is on like donkey kong playin pong! All night long!!

Ecks and MJ1 are seen driving off to Jollibee. Scene fades to black***

[Quillz]

***The scene opens backstage shortly after PWA Assault. Tiger Gold is walking down the backstage hallway, head-down, with his hand on his neck. PWA Broadcast Journalist Ronnie Stockholm approaches him from off-camera.***

STOCKHOLM: “Tiger Gold, could we get a quick word about your match tonight against Ragnarok?”

***Tiger Gold frowns briefly, before straightening up and flexing his neck.***

GOLD: “Of course... reflecting on titanic encounters such as these are healthy for the fighting spirit.”

STOCKHOLM: “After your altercations with Nick Spoils and Armageddon, and your new alliance with Brian Fury, what are your thoughts regarding your surprising loss tonight at Assault?”

GOLD: “While I detest Nick Spoils and everything he stands for... I will never cast doubt upon the physical abilities of his cohort. Gehenna and Ragnarok are remarkable fighters with few equals in this sport. A true champion meets his defeats with honor. Ragnarok is an immense powerhouse with his best years as a competitor still ahead of him. He possesses amazing strength and focus. Tonight, he bested me on the stage of the immortals. However... one battle does NOT win a war. And when we meet again, it will not be in singles competition. When next Armageddon crosses paths with Tiger Gold... it will be in a tag-team encounter, with my brother-in-arms Tiger Fury by my side! No force on earth can withstand the combined fighting spirit of Golden Fury!”

STOCKHOLM: “Tiger Gold... I have to ask. Last season you suffered a serious neck injury in the Rise of Kings battle royal. There was speculation that you would not be able to compete this season in PWA. Despite this speculation, you returned to fight ahead of schedule. However, after your hard fought loss to Johnny Ecks and tonight’s defeat by Ragnarok... is it possible that you returned to action too soon?”

***Tiger Gold shakes his head and flexes his muscles.***

GOLD: “Tiger Gold is no mere grappler. He is a gladiator fighting in the hallowed halls of legend. For nearly 30 years, this mask and this mantle have held with them an expectation of competition at the highest level. No injury can keep me from my destiny in the ring. Understand this Ronnie Stockholm. Every warrior encounters adversity. Those who best me in combat earn glory and should be proud of their victory. But never forget that every journey has a path and a destination. A loss for Tiger Gold simply marks another man for glorious destruction at a future time and place to be decreed by destiny. In two weeks, at Circus Maximus... destiny has ordained that Ragnarok and I shall meet again. With Tiger Fury by my side, we shall obliterate Armageddon and liberate the PWA Tag-Team Titles from the grasp of the vile Nick Spoils! After that... this company’s tag division shall ascend to new heights of glory and legend. Prepare yourselves PWA... destiny awaits!”

***Tiger Gold growls and flexes at the camera, before turning defiantly and heading down the hall. Fade to black.***

[Ameronth]

***The scene opens in the office of PWA principal owner, Damion Black. The mid-afternoon sun filters through tasteful ebony colored blinds, bathing the office in a warm orange glow. The sun glints off a large, framed “PWA Forever” mural that adorns a long wall, opposite the door. The center of the room is dominated by a long, mahogany conference table. Damion Black is seated at the head of the conference table in an expensive-looking leather office chair. Seated on one side of the table is “The Modern Aristocrat”, Richard Pennyworth III. On the other side of the table, flanked by a team of three lawyers in stiff-looking grey suits, sits The Surgical Specialist, Akira Wyld. Pennyworth is dressed in a tasteful polo shirt and beige slacks, a pair of sunglasses propped on his perfectly coiffed head of hair. He has a look of stern and confident determination on his face. Akira Wyld is wearing a charcoal-colored leather jacket over a buttoned shirt and jeans. He has a sour expression on his face and keeps shooting angry and disgusted glances at Damion Black. Black sits forward in his chair and laces his fingers in front of him. He is wearing a finely pressed black Armani suit. His hair is in an impeccable ponytail. He clears his throat, gestures to both men, and begins to speak.***

BLACK: “Mr. Wyld, Mr. Pennyworth, I would like to thank you both for agreeing to meet with me here today. In light of the recent… tension, shall we say, between both of you, it is obvious to me that we need to agree on terms to settle this feud. Each of you has requested a match with the other and Circus Maximus presents the perfect opportunity to grant your request. I have therefore prepared a contract for this match at Circus Maximus. All it needs is your respective signatures to make it official.”

***Black produces a typed contract from a leather folder and slides it to the center of the table. Pennyworth nods and reaches in to take the contract... but Wyld leans in and snatches it before he can reach it. He looks at it and sneers. Then casually hands it to one of the men behind him.***

WYLD: “Gentlemen... as the saying goes, I may have been born at night, but I wasn’t born LAST night. Akira Wyld is ALWAYS two steps ahead. I can see what you two are doing. This is a TRAP. You both would just LOVE to have the chance to HUMILIATE me in the ring on the biggest stage of them all. You think I’m just going to waltz out onto a PWA sanctioned PPV event, surrounded by PWA security and staff, and let you and your Yacht Club buddies get the jump on me? You must think I’m as dumb as you look!”

BLACK: “Mr. Wyld… I have gone out of my way to not only be fair but accommodating to your demands and your ego, even to the point of telling Mr. Pennyworth to handle you on his own when he rightfully came to me about your rule-bending. Should you test my patience any further you may well find it’s limit, and then you will wish you hadn’t. I strongly advise you to tread carefully.”

PENNYWORTH: "I should have known better, honestly. You and I both know I have your number. You were so afraid of facing me when I knew it was you that you got your manager to legally change his name to squirm out of a non-compete contract. You've been avoiding fighting me one-on-one this whole season. I'm ready to sign this contract right here, and right now, but since you obviously don't have any interest, I have better things to do. The Nikkei markets open in thirty minutes."

***Pennyworth stands to leave.***

WYLD: “You think you know me so well Pennyworth. You actually think I’d waste my time out here today if I didn’t want to fight you? Believe me... nothing would make me happier than to kick your whitewashed teeth down your throat and shut you up once and for all! But there’s no way I’m signing a contract written up by this piece of work here.”

***He points an accusing finger at Black, and then reaches a hand out to one of his attorneys. The man in the business suit reaches into a briefcase by his side and draws out a staples stack of paper. He hands it to Wyld who spins it casually onto the table.***

WYLD: “You want to fight Pennyworth? Fine... but I demand some considerations. I’ve had a special contract drawn up for a match at Circus Maximus. But not just any match...”

PENNYWORTH: "You have got to be kidding me. You're not? Fine, let me look."

***Pennyworth rolls his eyes, but takes the contract and begins looking it over. Black cocks an eyebrow and eyes Wyld suspiciously.***

WYLD: “Back in the old days, The Wyld Family had a special way of dealing with grudges where outside interference was a problem. We would head down to the old wrestling school. With only the two opponents and the referee in the building, the doors would be locked and chained from the outside. Then... with no distracting crowd... with no managers or stablemates or timekeepers or ring announcers to get in the way... the two men would get in the ring and fight. And nobody left the building until one man submitted right in the center of the ring. Then and only then would the doors to the building be unlocked. Now... it just so happens that one of the oldest Wyld Wrestling Schools in the country is located just a few blocks away from the arena Circus Maximus is emanating from. So, Pennyworth... at Circus Maximus I challenge you to a Wyld School Submission Match. Just the two of us and a ref... in MY ring. Nobody goes home till one of us screams ‘I quit’. What do you say?”

***Pennyworth sits back in his chair and glances up at Akira Wyld with a raised eyebrow.***

PENNYWORTH: “So... you want me to fight you... in a match of your creation... at a building you own... in a ring you’ve wrestled in your entire life? Do you think I'm that naive? You’ll excuse me if I’m just a hair suspicious of going into a match where you hold ALL the cards.”

WYLD: “See... I knew that this would happen! I propose a FAIR match... a match that caters to your specialties. I give you a chance to silence all your doubters and prove you can beat me on a level playing field... and you chicken out. This is exactly the kind of crap...”

PENNYWORTH: “Would you shut your trap for a minute? You've had all kind of chances for a truly fair match this season, Akira, and you've avoided each and every one of them. But I've been itching to get my hands on you again for some time, to prove that I'm the better man. And what would be more amazing than doing that with you choosing the venue, ring, and match conditions. But I'm not an idiot, Akira. You want to control everything else, then I have to be allowed to add a stipulation of my own."

***Wyld narrows his eyes and glances back at his legal counsel.***

WYLD: “One stipulation of your choice?”

PENNYWORTH: “Yes.”

WYLD: “But the match is still a Wyld School Submission match... behind locked doors...at my school.”

PENNYWORTH: “Absolutely.”

WYLD: “Heh... then Dickie, you can add any piddly little stipulation you want. Because NOBODY can beat Akira Wyld in a G.W.S.W. ring.”

PENNYWORTH: “Funny, I thought your dad Greco schooled you pretty well.”

***Wyld shoots Pennyworth a furious look.***

WYLD: “...what the HELL did you just say to me?”

PENNYWORTH: "You heard me, junior."

***Damion Black stands up and clears his throat.***

BLACK: “There will not be a match in my office. Both of you will sit down without further comment or my necessary signature will not be on this contract.”

***After an eternal minute of seething silence, Akira and Richard both sit down.***

BLACK: “Now, if both of you are in agreement, I will examine this contract with my staff and prepare copies for both of you to sign. The Wyld School Submission match will be held at Circus Maximus. Mr. Pennyworth, you have 24 hours from now to inform me of the stipulation you wish added to the match and I will amend the contract accordingly. Again, thank you both for coming and I wish both of you the best of luck.”

***Pennyworth and Wyld stand and cautiously shake hands. Wyld holds on for a moment too long and gives Pennyworth a flat smile that doesn’t touch his eyes. Then he and his lawyers turn and leave. Black begins to read the contract as Richard gets up to leave.***

BLACK: *without looking up* “Richard, I know you are sure of what you are doing, but you know you are walking into a viper’s nest. Please, for your own sake… be cautious.”

PENNYWORTH: "Akira's house, Akira's rules. Honestly, what's the worst that can happen? I lose a match with everything going in his favor? That's not going to hurt me much. One way or another, I'm ready to move on."

***Pennyworth heads out the door, but pauses with his hand on the knob.***

PENNYWORTH: "About that stipulation..."

[Nick Spoils]

Nick Spoils stands in front of a plain white wall, what looks like a hallway in an office building. There is no sign of any of his clients.

NICK: On the Last Assault, Tiger Gold got just a little taste of what Armageddon is all about when Ragnarok threw him around the ring like the washed up has-been that he is.

As he speaks, he begins walking down the hallway.

NICK: This entire season, my boys have laid waste to Brian Fury. By all rights, his career should be over. If it wasn't for the meddling of Tiger Gold, it would be. So imagine my surprise when I was reviewing tape of Ragnarok's victory and I heard Gary Bloomfield state that Golden Fury would be challenging for the PWA Tag Team Championship at Circus Maximus. Once again, Damion Black blindsides my clients with a tag team defense against a team that isn't deserving of it. But what do we do about it?

NICK: I could just have Armageddon refuse to defend the titles against so unworthy a team. But Black's already shown that he doesn't care about worthiness or my boys at all when he stripped them of the titles and they instantly became 2-Time PWA Tag Team Champions. And as wonderful as it would be to become 3-Time Champions without another team holding the straps? Well, that sort of thing gets old.

NICK: We could let the match happen, then walk out. Champions advantage then dictates that Armageddon remains champions. However...that gives Golden Fury a victory against us, and doesn't give my boys the fight they so richly deserve at all. That leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

NICK: So, I come to the point. Tiger Gold. Brian Fury. Damion Black. This goes out to all of you. My boys will show up to Circus Maximus. They'll climb in the ring with Golden Fury. They'll even put the PWA Tag Team Championship on the line. But there's one condition...

Nick rounds a corner, disappearing for a moment before the camera follows. The camera immediately frames the image such that Nick is standing to the left of the screen, because to the right is a wrestling ring, in which Armageddon and Nakamura are all sparring...but that's not all. The ring is surrounded by a steel cage. Nick gestures to the cage, and turns back to the camera with a feral grin.

NICK: You want the title match? You've got it. But it's going to be OUR rules. Armageddon's rules. A Tornado Cage Match. My boys want a chance to destroy Golden Fury once and for all--and what better place to do that than in the unforgiving confines of a steel cage. And with the tornado, you can't even get away. Golden Fury, your time has come. May the Hells have mercy on your souls.

[Snow]

Snow sits on the corner of a ringpost, facing an empty arena obviously already set for Circus Maximus.

SNOW: One thing I never sought to become was an avenging angel. This was not the role I had in mind for myself when I entered PWA. I was going to become the Light Heavyweight Champion. And when Pantaro showed up that first night, I thought that maybe Tag Team gold would be in my future. But so far, it has seemed that I have been destined for other things. To right the wrongs. To protect the downtrodden. To avenge.

SNOW: At Rise of Kings, I was able to boot Brawler Beckett out of PWA for good. Or so I thought. He weaseled his way back in as a manager to Akira Wyld, but he wasn't competing. I was able to ignore him. But then...but then he had to go and find a loophole in the contract. He actually went and legally changed his name so that it no longer applied to him. And now, here he is, once again an active competitor in PWA. Once again, he darkens the canvas we fight on.

SNOW: And Junior Cobra. Twice this season, he has bested me. Twice this season, I have fought to pull Derrik Arzon from his twisted clutches and failed. While Cobra may not be as devious and vile as Beckett is, in his own way he deserves vengeance. Arzon remains under his sway, though I feel I might finally be getting through to him.

SNOW: So it is, that Circus Maximus is upon us. And I have two evils to vanquish. The angel of vengeance I never sought to be has nevertheless placed its mantle upon my shoulders. So I went to Damion Black. I explained myself. I requested a match with one or the other at Circus Maximus. Once more unto the breach. And he denied my request.

SNOW: But, all is not lost. At Circus Maximus, it will not be Snow taking on Brawler Beckett again. It will not be Snow struggling to wrest Derrik Arzon from the slimy grasp of Junior Cobra. I got neither match I asked for. Instead, I got something better. Because at Circus Maximus, there will be a triple threat match. Snow against Junior Cobra against Brawler Beckett. One more chance to show Beckett that the honorable fight is better than the shortcuts he uses. And one more chance for me to show Arzon how he is being used -- up close and personal, even.

SNOW: Because at Circus Maximus, not only is it Snow vs Beckett vs Cobra...Damion Black has named Derrik Arzon as the special guest referee. As he said, it will give Arzon a chance to think for himself, and to prove to himself that he is as good as those in the ring. And when I win, and prove that justice and honor will prevail? Well, that should do the boy some good in and of itself.

SNOW: And after Circus Maximus, when he is free and free thinking, and I have defeated Beckett once more? Well, then perhaps I can set my sights on more...worldly pursuits.

[JohnnyX]

Johnny Ecks and the the Mysterious jAi 1 are seen working out.

Ecks: Can you believe this PPV coming up? They call it the Circus, but there ain't no clowns.

Mj1: Yo B! Wassup with that?! They had clowns at the Incw Ppv, B!

Ecks: fo real! Plus they had a goddamned bunny. Like I'm supposed to be scared of a f*cking bunny. Those clowns better not show up here or I would sooner kick their asses than laters. Like what I am going to do to this Ronnie Lassiter fella.

Mj1: Yo B, that cat is serious tough B. I heard he ain't one to mess with, B.

Ecks: Yeah? Well neither am I. Last time I checked I won most of my matches. I don't lay down for nobody. I ain't no jobber like a black rabbit or two goofball clowns. I don't lose to no body! Yah hear me?!

Mj1: Calmate ese! You need to chill out B. It ain't like I cain't hear yah B.

Ecks: My bad dawg. What you think of my new threads? Pretty fly?

Mj1: yeah B, for a white guy!

Ecks: dammmmmn straight foo! All the ladys love them some Ecks-Man! I got some new moves to show off to Ronboy. Yeah Ronboy! We gonna show you some new moves and i will still make you fly! Suplex City b**ch!!!

Mj1: yo B? You sure that ain't copywriten?

Ecks: sh** man prolly is. But who cares!

Mj1: can we please stop with the cursing B. I got kids mang, and they are old enough to understand you foo!

Ecks: My bad foo! Yo let's go eat something.

Mj1: I am down!

Ecks: Let's go get a burger!

Mj1: do it mang. Where at?

Ecks: seriously? You gonna wear that mask at a burger joint?

Mj1: yeah B, it ain't like we gonna stop?

Ecks: yo, I though you retired?

Mj1: retired folks can't wear masks?

Ecks: of course man. I just wish you didn't retire.

Mj1: Sometimes we have to make hard decisions. I didn't wanna, but Melly needs help with the kids, B.

Ecks: Yeah I know man. I know. It's all good.

Mj1: yo why don't you use one of my moves B.

Ecks: Thinking about it. I do like that Og move you had Bro.

Mj1: which one? My OGC?! That move is badass, I can hit that from anywhere.

Ecks: nah man, I was thinking about that knee you used to do.

Mj1: oh yeah that running knee of mine. Lights Out!

Ecks: yeah that one I might use it. I got quite a few versions of it in mind.

Mj1: you gonna use it against Lassiter?

Ecks: maybe. I just might. Anyways lets go yo!

Mj1: do it B!

Scene fades to black***

[Stu]

... RONNIE LASSITER sits on one of the benches, towel around his neck, after a work out. The look on his face is pensive. From off-camera, a heavy metal door closes loudly, but Lassiter does not react. Into camera shot walks THE SHOOTER, dressed in a sweatsuit and his ever-present mask. ***


RONNIE LASSITER: "Boss, I don't know about this match."


THE SHOOTER: "Why not?" *** Proceeds to take out a shine kit and wrestling boots. ***


RL: "This Johnny Ex guy ... I don't know how seriously ... I mean, I've heard what he has to say. He doesn't think much of me, which I get. That's attitude. But it's like he doesn't care about anything but hanging with his friends, like Circus Maximus isn't even important, like wrestling isn't important. I just don't get him. Am I missing something? Is he some really good psychologist or something?"


Sh: "Ex is a natural talent. His athleticism is impressive, his ring work is terrific, and he is supremely confident. He has a good record, too, lately. He ain't someone to take lightly, Ronnie, not at all.

"He's also a conceited brat.

"I've watched his footage, and he cruises through every part of his matches that he thinks he has control over, and it'll bite him in the ass. He is so gifted that he doesn't know how to give a damn. He is high-energy, but he's got no staying power. He ain't tough, not where it counts."


RL: "How do you mean?"


Sh: "Johnny-boy has been getting his personal camera crew, some jack-ass with an I-phone, to follow him around. He spends alot of time at one of those 24-hour gyms that caters to the feelings of their customers than getting anyone in decent shape. I've seen these places before. They kick out anyone who is working hard, because it might make their money-bagged patrons or overly sensitive ones uncomfortable. They order pizza for everybody on Wednesday, worried that people who pay their way in should feel included, not left out or targeted.

"In other words, they do minimal work and get their feelings massaged. Those places are a load of horse-hocky."


RL: "You don't think much of them, huh?"


Sh: "Not hardly, and anyone who spends their time at one of those hoot-houses learns nothing. Champions need to struggle, they need to fail, they need to hurt, or else they never learn to go beyond those things.

"Don't get me wrong, the man is a formidable talent, a gifted athlete, but he don't know how to fight ... really fight. He's had so much handed to him, he doesn't know how to go to the limit. You want to beat him? Take him to the limit, then kick him across the line. Keep kickin' him 'til he hollers, 'Uncle,' then pin his ass to the mat."


RL: "You think I've got this, boss?"


Sh: "You've got this covered like dew on the ground, son. Don't underestimate him, but don't let that pompous wooden hero get in your head. He ain't got heart, he ain't got guts. You got him beat, hands down."

[JohnnyX]

Scene opens up at the 24 hour fitness in La Jolla CA. Johnny Ecks and the Mysterious jAi 1 are seen watching Ronnie Lassiter's latest promo. ***

Mj1: yo B, who they talking about? You ain't serious B? You ain't ready to go toe to toe with the Lassiter B?

Ecks: who ain't ready? Me? Ey Shooter Macgavin? Go play yo self some golf foo! If you checked the record books, i've lost once this whole time. I don't know what it is you are watching son. Maybe you've seen too many IncW sh*t with clowns and bunnies and sh*t! But make no bones about it Ronnie Lassh*ter will punch his ticket to suplex city b*tch!

Mj1: yo B who they talkin about with an iphone? Me? Bro ANDROID ONLY, B! I USE THE LATEST SAMSUMG NOTE 9 B! NOTE 9!!!!
*** MJ1 is seen flashing around his Galacy Note 9 ***

Ecks: relax vato loco! Just chill out, you ain't got nothin tah worry about! That fool has signed up to not only get his Lights Outs! But i will murder his ass whem he takes a one ticket to suplex city!
Don't worry about me son, I am known as the marathon man, just remember I was the who wrestled three times in one show. Ask your boy Snow, he was there, jobbing out like he always does!

Mj1: yo B! Take it easy mang! Snow ain't got nothin tah do with it.

Ecks: These fools act like they know me and you and like our histories don't mean a damn thing! Fools like Snow and Ronboy don't know nothin! They were nowhere near us when the aMx and Suicide Kings ran the show. They were not around whe I talked down to Alex Prime and his bullsh*t! They weren't there when Irv Sweet the Swampfather was there talking about breakin bread.

Mj1: yo B remember when he made you tap?

Ecks: I didn't tap! You mofo! I was fallin asleep! Then the ref made a mistake and thought I tapped!

Mj!: yo B! It looked like you tapped to me!

Ecks: shaddap foo!!! You are misreppin yahself foo!

Mj1: I honestly don't know what you aee talkin bout! But you tapped!

Ecks: What part of shaddap does not translate to yah?!

Mj1: all I'm sayin is tha troof! Anyways you gonna bring out my flyin knee?

Ecks: I just might. What about you? You comin back or what?

Mj1: man you know I would if I could B, but i got kids mang. Besides, the money I am getting for my merch is flyin off mang?

Ecks: I see that, your Hot topic sh*ts flyin yo.

Mj1: yeah fo reals B. Ey man, how come we don't got no pizza like the Shooter says they give out on Wednesdays?

Ecks: that old foo saw The Maivia guy buy some and hand it out like gangbustas and now he thinks every Wednesday is a freeday. I've been comin here for years and not a single slice has come my way.

** Johnny Ecks looks around and sees some hot hunnies working out near his area. A blonde and a brunette **

Ecks: hello ladies, my name is Johnny Ecks and was wondering if yall would like to go grab a bite tah eat.

** they look at each other and grin and says yes to Ecks. **
Scene fades to black as Ecks and his new found friends a rd e seen walking out the gym. Mj1 is seen shaking his head ***