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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 7:37 pm
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, mail – upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick – erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick – rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip – unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, code it, jam – unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch – update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax – rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it.
Technologic..... Suddenly, a collection of voices that was music to sore ears began to pump out of the PA system. Fans booed, some didnt due to not understanding what was going on. New fans, one can assume. The singing out of no where continued. ONE MORE TIME!
Ah ah ah ah aaah
Ah ah ah ah
One more time
Ah ah ah ah aaah
Ah ah ah ah Out from the back came out the five people that composed the A Capella group, Five Worlds United. The fans began booing, many of the same bigot and rotten fans instantly starting a "Go Home f*****t" chants that got laughs from some in the crowd. Like the legend of the phoenix (Yeah)
All ends with beginnings (Ohhh)
What keeps the planets spinning (Ahhh)
The force from the beginning (Oooooo)
We've come too far,
To give up who we are
So let's raise the bar
And our cups to the stars
Say
We're up all night till the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky
We're all up night till the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night – all night to get – up all night to get, get, get lucky The chants were becoming too much. So much negativity filled this arena, broadcasted to millions at home on HBO that were probably doing the same. Griffin Steele knew that nothing had changed. He quickly turned to his band mates and yelled for them to stop singing. Now, it was merely a wave of booing and hateful comments in the arena. Roberto Mendez began to tear up a little, being comforted by Lynn Bryceland. A vein came into view on Griffin's head, the leader of the group walking over to the ropes, where he lean on the top, looking out into the crowd. He was trying not to snap. The silence that the group was producing was soon broken. "...We all figured that...Perhaps if we went away for a little while, and then came back, things would be different. I can see now...that we were wrong." Chuck Charleston's deep, powerful British voice pounded through his microphone, bu the fans ignored it, instead laughing and mocking him for his voice. The red-clad gentlemen stepped to the side, as well trying to control himself. They weren't trying to be evil, mean people. They were trying to combine two things they loved. This crowd didn't appreciate their ability to sing, or wrestle. "You...You guys can't really be this heartless, can you? Is watching someone else's misery really...bringing you this much joy? To just sit there, protected by your barriers and security guards, and use those privileges that you bought to...destroy someone for being who they are." Andrew Mbenga tried to reason with the crowd. One very drunk fan called him a "******." Andrew heard it, his eyes opened wide. He did the same as Chuck and Griffin did: hang his head and step off to the side, trying to cool down. Lynn looked around at her friends and band mates. Roberto fell to his knees, continuing to sob slightly. She stood between all four of them, all of them at some side of the ring as she stood in the middle. A fan yelled out to Lynn..."Take your top off! Dance you whore! Sing and dance! Cabaret!" "Sh...Shame on you all...Bigots...Racist...and now Sexist...I...I can't understand it...The amount of...evil...in this arena...We just want to be ourselves, enjoy our careers, have fun...Why...Why are you like this? It's not like it's only one person...it's all of you...It makes me hope I never stand face to face with someone who embodies all of that evil in this ring. Though, I don't think that will be an issue, because tonight...is the last night you people will ever see Five Worlds United." Lynn dropped the microphone, and her head. She looked down at the canvas, a few tears dropping down to the mat. The fans let out a loud pop and were cheering wildly at the news that just as quickly they'd returned, FWU was out of the company once more, but this time, permanently! What a treat for the fans of BBW. The group conglomerated at center ring, joining in a group hug as the fans booed and started "Na, Na, Na, Hey, Hey, Hey, Good Bye" chants. They were getting ready to exit the ring, when suddenly, some music stopped them from doing so! ((Totally Planned.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:58 pm
"We're going to skate to one song and one song only"
BALL SO HARD ******** WANNA FINE ME
FIRST ***** GOTTA FIND ME
WHAT'S 50 GRAND TO A ******** LIKE ME?
PLEASE REMIND ME
Freakshow stands at the top of the ramp with tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Literally, he had tears in his eyes. "..Yes.." He mouths silently to himself, closing his fist, clenching it tightly. As if he were clenching, in his fist, the very livelihood of the group that stood in the middle of the ring, metaphorically. With the elegance and grace of Orson Welles on soma he sprints down the ramp. Seriously, he breaks into a fully sprint to the ring like the Ultimate Warrior. Probably one of the first time Freak had ever run on television without the provocation of a threat. He legs carrying him like the wind, his face blood red as the veins in his pupils HEslides gracefully into the ring. He stands up. Sweat is dripping down his face. Too much Buffalo Wild Wings before the show. In the middle of the ring he leans over, hand braced on his knee, panting heavily out of both excitement and exhaustion. Clenching a microphone tight in his hands he stares at the five young people that stood before him, practically hyperventilating. Nearly shaking in awe, he speaks into the microphone, his voice hoarse. "YES!!" His eyes widen, his nostrils flare open, his lips curl back revealing yellow teeth bleeding at the gums from all of the coco that he'd rubbed into them. He pumps his fists excitedly, jumping up and down, running the ropes. "YES!! This is EXACTLY what we NEED in BBW right NOW" The blonde turns to hardcam, looking like the biggest ******** douchebag with his clip on tie and turquoise cuff links on a white suit. He points directly into the camera, at us, the viewer. "You see THIS?! This is a REVOLUTION. Look at this man!"Freak points at Chuck Charleston. "The leader of THE PACK. The HEARTHROB, the BRITISH BAD BOY, Chuck... CHAAAAARLESTUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHGHNN!" Spit flies out of his mouth. Disgusting. He pivots around on a heel pointing at Andrew, his eyes reading ******, "And my MAIN MAN. My BROTHER. My dude with ATTITUDE! Tall, DARK, and RANSOM when he holds yo b***h HOSTAGE. It's ANDRUUUUUUUUUH MBEEEEEEEEENGAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWH!" Freakshow crouches down on the ground. He removes his jacket, fanning himself off briefly. He reaches into the coat pocket and pulls out a pill bottle. Clutching at his heart he pops like four into his mouth before continuing with his serenade. "and LYNN! Sweet INNOCENT LYNN . Don't any of you DARE call this woman a SLUT or a WHORE or a SKANK or even a b***h! She isn't ANY of those THINGS. She is a STRONG AND INDEPENDT WOMAAAN. LYYYYYYYYYYYYYN!!!!"Freak lowers the microphone. He looks at Griffin for a moment. He doesn't say anything. He just turns back towards the hard cam to milk his movie star status. "Shame on you. SHAME on ALL of YOU for not REALIZING the POWER and GLORY standing IN. THIS. RING. What I want for all of you to do right now is STAND UP. That's right, STAND up from your SEATS and REMAIN COMPLETELY SILENT." Freakshow waits for the crowd to get quiet. They don't. He turns around towards the group, folding his hands over his front dramatically. "Lets see what you guys can REALLY DO." Freak starts to snap his fingers. The karaoke instrumental to Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond starts to play.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:13 pm
Chuck was angry. Andrew was confused. Lynn was uncomfortable. Griffin was also angry. Roberto was still broken. Griffin walked towards the wacky and zany Freakshow. He got in close, smelling the aroma of mixed alcohol and medication. "...Funny you have something to say about all of them...but not him." Griffin pointed towards Roberto, who at this point was curled in a ball in the ring, still sobbing. Lynn went back to comforting him. "It took everything in him to come back tonight to try and wrestle again. That's his life. Singing, and wrestling. All because he's different these people, and clearly you, are not going to be welcoming of him like we have. That man on the ground is one of my BEST FRIENDS EVER. Now, I sit here with him on the ground...and with another bigot in my line of sight." Griffin dropped the microphone as he took a swift hold of Freak's collar, the karaoke instrumental still playing over the PA without a single presence. What, did Freak wanna see what they could really do to him in a four on one situation? Was he really that high?
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:23 pm
"WOAH WOAH WOAH!" Freakshow stands up on his toes, held by the collar. He looks at Griffin shaking his head rapidly, trying to diffuse the situation before the guy slit his wrist open and bled all over the place giving the manager probably some hepatitis C judging by the company he kept. Oh who are we kidding. Freak already has hepatitis C. "Listen LISTEN listen! I'm trying to HELP you guys! Don't you understand?! I don't care about your... Lifestyle choices... All I care about is what I can hold in my hands, that's right, MONEY! And I see MONEY in YOU and YOUR GROUP! Not in these second rate gymnasts, not in guys like Hiro Shin-Mozis, or Salem Croft, or HECK, even that no good DEGENERATE Mad Dog McLennon! NO! You guys have something REAL. TALENT."Freak brings his grubby hands to the arms of Griffin, clenching to his sleeves as he tries to reason with the man, "I can make you a VERY rich man.." He trails off into the opening to Neil Diamonds hit.. "When it began... I can't begin to knowin.."
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:44 pm
Griffin continued to hold Freakshow, backing him into a corner after he finished talking. The other three standing members of Five Worlds United got up behind Griffin, ready to pummel the old fool. It seemed as though things were about to get violent, when suddenly... "...WAIT!" The colorful cast of characters turned to Roberto, who had gotten up from the ground. He wiped a tear from his face, and had since gotten his composure back. "...Let him go...We...I...Accept." A gasp followed by boos from the crowd, more insulting words. Griffin looked at Freak with eyes wide open and let go of him, backing off. The whole group moved back, as Roberto stood next to Freakshow, refusing to look at them. There was silence in the ring, except for Freakshow, who was clapping and smiling and laughing. The fans booed. They all looked at one another...and then suddenly, Andrew Mbenga stepped forward, standing next to Freak as well, joining Roberto. Next, Chuck walked forward, Lynn gasping. She looked at Griffin, pleading with him to do something. Griffin kept his head down. He refused to look at her. He stepped forward as well, joining Freakshow. Lynn stood there alone. She looked at her fellow band mates, and dropped to her knees, stunned by this development. Freak walked over to the young woman, acting gross and weird. "Come on Sweetheart, come join the winning team! Get off your knees, you don't belong there! You're no slut, remember!" Chuck walked over, telling Freakshow to let him handle things. He got down on a knee, and whispered something to Lynn. She let out a yelp and dug her face into his shoulder. He helped her to her feet, and then rejoined the rest of FWU, who had just sealed their fate and pledged alliance to Freakshow.
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