MNM Return - Jared Thunder vs JR Kingston
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Red Shield Era: Glory
*The Scene Opens As The RSM Is In Their Lockeroom And They Are Enjoying Good Laughs And Cold Beverages, As They Suddenly Interrupted By Some Big Men, Who Look Like They Came Straight From The Godfather*
(The Guys Storm Into The Lockeroom And The RSM Quickly Get Into A Fighting Stance)
DW: (Drops Beer) What The Fuck Is Going On? I Don't Know What The Fuck You Want But This Ain't It! (Clutches Tag Belts)
(On Of The Guys Throws Some Papers In The Face Of Damien Walker And Smirks, The RSM Are Ready Too Attack But The Other Guy Lifts His Shirt Up, Showing His Pistol And He Shakes His Head Signifying Back Up! Kingston Looks Pissed And Still Wants Too Fight But Mannie/Nero Try Too Hold Him Back)
Kingston: Come On Motherfucker! I Kill smurfs Like You In The Harlem Zoo Daily!
(DW Tells Kingston Too Calm Down As He Reads The Papers, And His Face Tells The Story As He Reads Out loud)
DW: This New Document States The Red Shield Mafia, Which Includes Damien Walker, Diamente "Nero" Valentine, Young Mannie, And Eddie Kingston! Are Too immediately Relinquish The IWF World Tag Titles, Under The Orders Of The New GM Mr.Vino!
(DW Looks Pissed As He Throws The Belts At The Hired Guns, And He Makes A Gesture Of Using The Court Papers And Whipping His Ass With Them)
DW: Take The Belts And This Toilet Paper With You! smurfs!
(The Two Guys Collect The Belts And Walk Away! As Kingston Is Still Trying Too Break-Free Too Attack)
Kingston: What The Fuck! DW I Know Your Not Going Too Let Them Take Our Belts Away! Damn It! (Flips Over Desk And Chairs) I Never Got A Chance Too Defend E'm! (Raises Hands Over Head)
DW: (Approaches Kingston) Look Daddy! We Going Too Get Our Belts Back, I Forgot Too Say That The GM! Saw Fit Too Strip Us, Because The IWF Doesn't Have A Tag Division! Well When It Does We Are Getting Our Belts BACK! But Till Then, Imma Break You Guys Into Divisions! Kingston I Want You In The World Title Race, Mannie The Xtreme! And Nero The Intercontinental, Until We Get The Tag Belts Back At Least, I Want The Same Fire And Domination! THE RSM IS GOING TOO MAKE MR.VINO REGRET THIS DECISION BECAUSE NOW NOONE IS SAFE! JARED THUNDER, YOU AND THE GODS WANT TOO START A WAR WELL YOU GOT IT, THATS RIGHT THE RSM VS GODS! IT WON'T MATTER IF IT'S SINGLES, 6 MAN TAG, OR JUST TAGGING! WE WILL BEAT YOU AND OUTLAST EVERYTIME, THIS MONDAY STARTS IT ALL GET READY, BECAUSE KINGSTON IS A PIT BULL READY TOO BE OFF THE CHAIN!
(Camera Zooms Into Kingston As He Still Struggles Too Break-Free)
Kingston: Monday Jared! Monday, Imma Break Your Face, Your Bones, And Your Pockets, As I Laugh Too The Bank! You Son Of A Bitch! Unless You Don't Know, As You Can See!
(DW Steps Back Into The Frame)
DW: We Want This Shit Forever (Big Laugh)
*Scene Fades As DW Finally Calms Down Kingston*
(The Guys Storm Into The Lockeroom And The RSM Quickly Get Into A Fighting Stance)
DW: (Drops Beer) What The Fuck Is Going On? I Don't Know What The Fuck You Want But This Ain't It! (Clutches Tag Belts)
(On Of The Guys Throws Some Papers In The Face Of Damien Walker And Smirks, The RSM Are Ready Too Attack But The Other Guy Lifts His Shirt Up, Showing His Pistol And He Shakes His Head Signifying Back Up! Kingston Looks Pissed And Still Wants Too Fight But Mannie/Nero Try Too Hold Him Back)
Kingston: Come On Motherfucker! I Kill smurfs Like You In The Harlem Zoo Daily!
(DW Tells Kingston Too Calm Down As He Reads The Papers, And His Face Tells The Story As He Reads Out loud)
DW: This New Document States The Red Shield Mafia, Which Includes Damien Walker, Diamente "Nero" Valentine, Young Mannie, And Eddie Kingston! Are Too immediately Relinquish The IWF World Tag Titles, Under The Orders Of The New GM Mr.Vino!
(DW Looks Pissed As He Throws The Belts At The Hired Guns, And He Makes A Gesture Of Using The Court Papers And Whipping His Ass With Them)
DW: Take The Belts And This Toilet Paper With You! smurfs!
(The Two Guys Collect The Belts And Walk Away! As Kingston Is Still Trying Too Break-Free Too Attack)
Kingston: What The Fuck! DW I Know Your Not Going Too Let Them Take Our Belts Away! Damn It! (Flips Over Desk And Chairs) I Never Got A Chance Too Defend E'm! (Raises Hands Over Head)
DW: (Approaches Kingston) Look Daddy! We Going Too Get Our Belts Back, I Forgot Too Say That The GM! Saw Fit Too Strip Us, Because The IWF Doesn't Have A Tag Division! Well When It Does We Are Getting Our Belts BACK! But Till Then, Imma Break You Guys Into Divisions! Kingston I Want You In The World Title Race, Mannie The Xtreme! And Nero The Intercontinental, Until We Get The Tag Belts Back At Least, I Want The Same Fire And Domination! THE RSM IS GOING TOO MAKE MR.VINO REGRET THIS DECISION BECAUSE NOW NOONE IS SAFE! JARED THUNDER, YOU AND THE GODS WANT TOO START A WAR WELL YOU GOT IT, THATS RIGHT THE RSM VS GODS! IT WON'T MATTER IF IT'S SINGLES, 6 MAN TAG, OR JUST TAGGING! WE WILL BEAT YOU AND OUTLAST EVERYTIME, THIS MONDAY STARTS IT ALL GET READY, BECAUSE KINGSTON IS A PIT BULL READY TOO BE OFF THE CHAIN!
(Camera Zooms Into Kingston As He Still Struggles Too Break-Free)
Kingston: Monday Jared! Monday, Imma Break Your Face, Your Bones, And Your Pockets, As I Laugh Too The Bank! You Son Of A Bitch! Unless You Don't Know, As You Can See!
(DW Steps Back Into The Frame)
DW: We Want This Shit Forever (Big Laugh)
*Scene Fades As DW Finally Calms Down Kingston*
Jared Thunder, Max Alive, and Luke Hades are seen sitting at a large, triangular table in a dimly lit round room with one door and one huge screen behind Jared Thunder's seat. Jared is wearing a black opened vest with blue jeans, Max is wearing a white t-shirt with black shorts, and Luke is wearing a black Karate Gi. Each one of the men are at each corner of the triangular table. Jared Thunder slaps his hands together and suddenly looks serious.
Jared Thunder: Alright, I've called you guys here for one reason, and one reason only: My match with JR Kingston. Each of us could defeat every member of the Red Shield Mafia, but all together, the have the numbers on us. We have to figure out a way to keep them away from me in my match, without letting you two die in the process. Suggestions?
There is a stir in Max Alive as he shifts in his seat. He has his hard blue eyes looking inside Jared Thunder, searching for an answer. After about a minute of silence, a somewhat 'lax' voice interrupts the silence.
Max Alive: Selling us short, eh? C'mon, Jared. We've done harder things, we've faced a harder group of wrestlers. Luke alone kept a faction away from me when I broke my leg in the ring. We can handle these guys. Lets look and evaluate each of them, shall we?
Jared turns his chair towards the screen as Max grabs a remote control and jabs a couple buttons. The picture of Young Mannie shows up on the large screen.
Max Alive: Lets look at Mannie. All he cares about is drugs and women. Professional wrestling is a stepping stone for him to get what he wants. Chances are, he will probably be too stoned to pay attention. If that chance is false, he will still probably be so stoned that he could barely do anything.
Jared and Luke both nod in agreement at what Max has said. Max clicks another button as Diamante Valentino appears in place of Mannie on the screen.
Max Alive: Now he is...
Luke puts a hand up to stop Max from speaking. Luke stands up and paces in a circle for a moment. After about ten seconds, he walks towards the screen and begins talking.
Luke Hades: Excuse me Max, but I believe that I have the right to talk about Mr. Nero due to me being in the ring with him longer than you did. Now Mr. Valentino may be one of the best technical, high flying wrestlers this business has ever had. He's tall, big, strong, and quick. But if there is one thing that I learn in all of my years of martial arts, is that you have to be in the right mind to put your skills at their full potential.
Luke walks over to Jared and goes to punch him but stops about an inch away from Jared's nose as Jared does not flinch.
Luke Hades: Now, if I was in Mr. Nero's mindset, what would stop me from breaking Jared's nose because he bumped me? He's so into himself that he believes nothing meets up to him in skill, looks, or anything for that matter. He does not evaluate his situation. I could hit him with my staff, run away and leave Mannie to look like he hit Nero instead of me. That's how we won last week, and that's how we will keep them away from you this week, Jared.
Jared Thunder: So if you guys are sure that Mannie and Nero won't interfere, and you guys won't get killed, then we are ready. JR Kingston is mine, one on one. If you Mafia bastards are ready, then the Gods will unleash hell, fire, war, and pain on you! The God of the Gods will destroy you and take you out of this business!
Scene fades as Jared, Max, and Luke leave the room.
Jared Thunder: Alright, I've called you guys here for one reason, and one reason only: My match with JR Kingston. Each of us could defeat every member of the Red Shield Mafia, but all together, the have the numbers on us. We have to figure out a way to keep them away from me in my match, without letting you two die in the process. Suggestions?
There is a stir in Max Alive as he shifts in his seat. He has his hard blue eyes looking inside Jared Thunder, searching for an answer. After about a minute of silence, a somewhat 'lax' voice interrupts the silence.
Max Alive: Selling us short, eh? C'mon, Jared. We've done harder things, we've faced a harder group of wrestlers. Luke alone kept a faction away from me when I broke my leg in the ring. We can handle these guys. Lets look and evaluate each of them, shall we?
Jared turns his chair towards the screen as Max grabs a remote control and jabs a couple buttons. The picture of Young Mannie shows up on the large screen.
Max Alive: Lets look at Mannie. All he cares about is drugs and women. Professional wrestling is a stepping stone for him to get what he wants. Chances are, he will probably be too stoned to pay attention. If that chance is false, he will still probably be so stoned that he could barely do anything.
Jared and Luke both nod in agreement at what Max has said. Max clicks another button as Diamante Valentino appears in place of Mannie on the screen.
Max Alive: Now he is...
Luke puts a hand up to stop Max from speaking. Luke stands up and paces in a circle for a moment. After about ten seconds, he walks towards the screen and begins talking.
Luke Hades: Excuse me Max, but I believe that I have the right to talk about Mr. Nero due to me being in the ring with him longer than you did. Now Mr. Valentino may be one of the best technical, high flying wrestlers this business has ever had. He's tall, big, strong, and quick. But if there is one thing that I learn in all of my years of martial arts, is that you have to be in the right mind to put your skills at their full potential.
Luke walks over to Jared and goes to punch him but stops about an inch away from Jared's nose as Jared does not flinch.
Luke Hades: Now, if I was in Mr. Nero's mindset, what would stop me from breaking Jared's nose because he bumped me? He's so into himself that he believes nothing meets up to him in skill, looks, or anything for that matter. He does not evaluate his situation. I could hit him with my staff, run away and leave Mannie to look like he hit Nero instead of me. That's how we won last week, and that's how we will keep them away from you this week, Jared.
Jared Thunder: So if you guys are sure that Mannie and Nero won't interfere, and you guys won't get killed, then we are ready. JR Kingston is mine, one on one. If you Mafia bastards are ready, then the Gods will unleash hell, fire, war, and pain on you! The God of the Gods will destroy you and take you out of this business!
Scene fades as Jared, Max, and Luke leave the room.
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