The Tommy Arrogence Playas club, special guest: James Blaze

'Collide' hits, and not James Blaze, but Dari Wheeler comes out, holding a microphone above his head and with his other arm spread wide. The crowd's reaction is mixed, as per usual. Wheras some are pleased that Tommy has been interrupted, others would have much prefered Blaze. Dari stays at the top of the ramp and brings the mic up.

Wheeler
Hey lookee here, it's Tommy Arrogance, the man whose ego is only surpassed in size by his loss record. Dude, the only person you can trash talk better than is a mute, mentally retarded monkey, and even that's pushing it. In fact, forget that. The monkey would own your sorry ass.

Dari smiles, looking pleased with himself, before folding his arms and staring down the ramp at Tommy.

Just as Tommy finished "Pour Some Sugar On Me" blasted over the PA system and a red carpet rolled out from the curtain. Scorpio stepped out wearing a cotton loose suit, with sunglasses on and his normal hollywood haircut with a blue dyed fringe. Scorpio had a microphone and his music cut off as he began to speak.

"Look prick-lick, if you're gonna go insulting my tag partner; and by tag partner I mean Dari Wheeler... not that lump of corn cum over there"

Scorpio pointed at Chris Peppers' camerman.

"Now Tommy, we're coming out here, because your little 'Players Club' has no players, just a pantyliner in a poweranger suit and a few potted plants, so I'm here to add a bit of the A-list to your pathetic excuse of a VIP lounge."

Scorpio paused to take a breath, allowing the fans, who usually booed him, to give him a few cheers as he insulted Tommy Arrogance.

"You see, I know you're new to the game, so I'll go kinda easy on you. I don't pull no punches, so either you apologise to Dari and whoever the fuck that is next to him, or I come down to that ring and kick your weak little ass all over your weak little lounge!"

The fans popped for Scorpio momentarily.

"Got it fucknuts?"

Dari turns around and gives the camera man a quizzical look, he seems to be about to speak, but then appears to think better of it. He looks back at Tommy.

Wheeler
I'm sorry, what was that El Jobberino? You're talking to two men who are undefeated in DUW - one of them the number one contender for two titles. What have you got? AN obscene number of defeats? Bring it on 'Arrogence' the guy who can't even spell his name correctly, I put Jai Killa on the shelf, I'll do the same to you and laugh when Blaze picks up the pieces next week.

John nodded and went to speak to Tommy before he looked back to Dari.

"Good one"

John laughed a little before turning his attentions to the man in the ring.

"Ha! You want to kick this arse? You want to place your peasant's common boot on this million-dollar arse? Be my guest mate, but whilst your busy playing with people's arses, I'll turn around and place this million-dollar fist on your ninety-nine cents face!"

Scorpio stared Tommy down awaiting a response.

OOC: It is supposed to be spelled like that

You know, I don't even need to kick your ass, I'll just get the security from my playas club over on here, to throw you guys out if you do not leave on your own will right now.

vannystice wrote:

OOC: It is supposed to be spelled like that

OOC: So it's spelt wrong in your sig then...

BOT:

Scorpio laughed loudly.


"Security? What sort of physical competitor needs fucking security? I'll tell you, a bloody awful one, which it is clear you are. In fact Tommy, after Untold Actions I challenge you to a one-on-one match!"

Scorpio awaited a response.