:: Many Matters At Hand ::

[Angie Ryker]

[The crowd errupts into boo's when "Pour Some Sugar On Me" hits and Angie Ryker walks out on the stage. She breathes on her hand and rubs her belt which is slung over her shoulder. When Angie has made her way to the ring, she grabs the mic off the ring announcer. She tried to talk but the boo's cut her off.]

Angie Ryker: C'mon! Just listen up for once! It's regarding a few important topics!

[The crowd dies down.]

Angie Ryker: Now then. First off the bat, a recent headline in the DUEW. Nicho Z was attacked in the DUEW parking lot by an unknown, at this point, individual. The pressure is on, the tension is building. Who jumped Nicho, our Aussie champ from behind? Who has this benefitted? Wait, no, let's go through the list of people who it hasn't helped at all, who it's dragging down.

Well, the main people who are losing from this ordeal are the authorities from the DUEW, that's the Howard family. They are all stressed out that one of the fan favourites, one of the main eventers, one of the champions is down and out, is hurt, and will also be a target for the media; and let me tell you, when you're hurt the last thing you want is a bunch of flashes going off around you and microphones in your face.

And, to state the obvious, Nicho Z. He's gotta be pissed off as hell with whoever did this to him, he's gotta be frustrated, agrovated, annoyed and wanting a hell of a lot of revenge. I mean, it's logic and normal to react in that way when something as big of a deal has happened.

Oh, and not to forget, the lovely innocent witness, the only one holding pieces to the puzzle of the crime, myself. You wouldn't think it though, would you? I know what your opinions on me are. You all think I'm a heartless bitch who couldn't give to shits about anyone else but myself and Ballistic, that I'm a cocky, annoying little brat. Well, that, my friend, is called stereotyping. I'm not like that. I do, infact, care about people, and I'm not just about to let something like this just happen and not react at all. I have a right to react, I saw the guy who did this. Pacing around the carpark, baseball bat in hand like he was top shit, yet proves that he isn't by attacking Nicho Z from behind. Pathetic.

Now, off that topic. How about this pay per view coming up? The King Of The Deathmatch Tournament, where superstars from the DUEW are going to be competing for my title. I don't exactly have alot to say about this, but whoever I end up facing had better be prepared to lose to me, the greatest athlete and superstar on the DUEW roster - I'm a record breaking, history making diva for christ sake! So, future number one contender - I don't give a shit if you're Scott Banks, I don't give a shit if you're Shadow, I don't give a shit if you're Domiance, because it makes no difference. No matter who I'm versing, I can guarrentee that I will be walking out of that pay per view with this title still slung over my shoulder.

Oh, and before I forget - this whole.. "Shazzer wanting to make a stable" deal. Well, I've had a good ole chat to Ballistic, we've looked at it on many wave lengths and we have come to a conclusion. After taking everything into consideration, we have decided that it would only be..

[Angie pauses for a bit, the crowd waits in suspense.]

Angie Ryker: It would only be beneficial to start up a stable with you, Shazzer. Because I know that together, we can all take over the DUEW and that is a fact! You know why? We're too.. fuckin'.. good!

[Angie waits in the ring for a response.]

[Shazzer]

*live wire plays and out comes shazzer*

*he slides in the ring*

Shazzer: first of all thats a good
choice we can dominate DUEW and everyone in
it and if its okay with u i want to add someone else
and

*get low plays and the crowd goes crazy*

alana gets in the ring and grabs a mic

*shazzer and angie look pissed off*

Tom C: oh no whats going to happen here

*shazzer walks forward and his frown turns into a smile as he extends his hand*

*alana shakes it and the crowd boo's*

yes it is none other than alana

*the 3 walk back to the back*

OOC: the roleplay extends to Finals here i come

[Jonny Stripes]

The three are in the back, laughing and talking. They walk past the BOD dressing room and stop and have a look through the slightly ajar door. Inside they see a strange scene. Jonny Stripes is inside, staring at his hands.

Jonny:"This blood on my hands wont come off, get away! GET AWAY!"

Alana *Whispering*:"What blood"

Angie:"What is this freak doing?"

Jonny:"What awful act have i performed? Now the lake has turned to an ocean"

Jonny holds his hands right to his face, no longer pacing.

Jonny:"But it was right, I needed to get revenge on him! He cheated, yes, he cheated in the match"

Shazzer:"Lets go"

Angie:"No, I want to see this"

Jonny now has gone out of view, a tap is heard running. After it finishes he walks back into view, a bucket in one hand and a bar of soap in the other.
He puts his hands in the bucket and rubs his hands together. He takes them out after a minute, though it seems like an eternity. He takes his hands out and examines them.

Jonny:"What is this? The blood it is not gone! WHAT IS HAPPENING? It must be the water, it has red die.RED DIE! What tricks are being played on my heat oppressed mind?"

Jonny grabs the bucket and holds it up to throw awaym, but it tips on him and covers him in the plain water.

Jonny:"AAAARGH, IT STAINS MY SKIN NOW! Nicho's blood, first on my hands, now my body, NEXT IN MY VEINS?"

Jonny jumps onto the floor and strips off his clothes down to this boxers, rubbing his body, trembling.

Alana:"This is freaking weird"

Shazzer:"Should we help him?"

[Angie Ryker]

[Angie laughs.]

Angie Ryker: Yeah, because we really wanna help some random steroid addict who's having a hullucination fit. *rolls eyes* C'mon guys, we're too fuckin' good for him.

Shazzer: You sure? He looks a little.. uhh..

Alana: .. unstable?

Angie Ryke: And that's new because.. ? Seriously, we shouldn't be wasting time with the asshole who is a prime suspect as to who attacked Nicho Z. Just leave him to his own insanity. Now then, follow me.

[Angie walks down the hallway, and stops at her own locker room. She smiles and pushes open the door. Inside we see Ballistic who is watching the live DUEW, so he's basically watching himself watching himself. He stands up and approaches Angie with open arms.]

Ballistic: Great, we're all here!

Shazzer: Yeah! Oh, by the way Ballistic, I'm not too sure if we've met before, but I'm Shazzer.

Alana: And I'm Alana.

Ballistic: Of course I know who you two are, otherwise you wouldn't be here in the first place!

Shazzer: Right. Well, as I see it, we're going to make a great team - a stable unit, a undividable force to conquere the DUEW federation, made to break and rewrite the rules. Because, the way I see it, we are going to be preforming some revolutionary things around here.

Angie Ryker: Performing some revolutionary things? I'd say that we are The Revolution!

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