The Dumb Move....

[Justin "Fucking" Voss]

The scene opens up in the backstage area of the AWA arena. The arena is buzzing from the fallout of a local houseshow. Nothing too important has taken place, but that's about to change. Criss Cross takes a microphone and stands put until Johnny "Fucking" London steps into the frame. London is clad in a pair of swishy pants and no shirt, once again revealing his newly tattoo'd arms.

Criss Cross:
"I'm here on behalf of the AWA with the man that has been creating some buzz recently. Johnny London, explain what all happened leading up to the events that took place a couple nights ago with you and Anthony Jordan."

Johnny London rolls his eyes, but snatches the microphone from Cross and obliges.

Johnny London:
"What happened? You honestly need me to tell you what happened? Are you fucking stupid Criss? I know that answer, but I'll tell you what happened anyways. Like Mikkey said, I lost... and I lost... and I lost again, Criss. You remember don't you?"

Cross looks unsure of how to respond, but does so anyways.

Criss Cross:
"Uh, um... yes. Well, I remember you being a determined young man. Scrappy indeed."

London clenches his jaw, obviously frustrated.

Johnny London:
"No, Criss... you have no idea! That's the problem, I wasn't determined. I was more concerned with making the fans happy. I was more concerned with putting on a show, but we all saw how far that got me, didn't we?"

Criss goes to answer, but is quickly cut off.

Johnny London:
"Rhetorical question, you moron. Johnny "Fucking" London is a changed man. I don't give two squirts of piss about the fans. The fans didn't help pay my bills when I was barely making ends meet working here. The fans never bandaged me up after I jumped off of a ladder and landed on my back to entertain them. Fuck the fans! Johnny London is all about the money, Criss, the money!"

Criss Cross looks more uncomfortable as the moments go by, but acts like the ultimate professional and continues the interview.

Criss Cross:
"So, um... your opponent is the fabulous, amazing Mikkey this week. What are your thoughts on Mikkey?"

London looks over his shoulder, unconcerned, but quickly retorts.

Johnny London:
"Mikkey? I have no compassion for that chump. He should know how it feels to have been looked down upon by the fans, by other wrestlers, by the industry. But no, he sold out... he turned his back and became one of the golden boys. We all see where being a golden boy gets you, don't we Criss?"

Criss Cross:
"I'm not so sure I know what you mean Johnny."

London balls his fist together and pound on the stage behind himself in frustration.

Johnny London:
"How did you get hired here!? I'm talking about the Television title. That's piece of precious gold does not belong to him. Mikkey got his ass whooped by Shamus the other night. Shamus!? That drunk bastard who couldn't hold the title for more than a few hours? Yes, that's the one. If Shamus is a disgrace to this federation, then what does that make Mikkey? He's disgusted, he's worthless."

London rubs his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

Johnny London:
"That belt it more suited upon the waist of somebody that deserves it. ME! I've payed my dues, I've fought everyone in this place, and what do I get? Nothing! Well, it's my time now Mikkey! It's my time, and there is nothing you can do to stop it, do you understand? For years I've yearned for a title, for some gold, for the chance to prove myself to everyone that has ever doubted me... and my time is now."

Cross is looking for the easiest way to end this heated interview. He quickly blurts out.

Criss Cross:
"Well good luck this Monday Johnny. Do you have any last words to say?"

London smirks a sadistic smirk and peers into the camera.

Johnny London:
"Luck has nothing to do with it. I'm a changed man, Johnny "Fucking" London doesn't need your fucking luck Criss. So, Mikkey... Max Jewel, you two turds be prepared for Monday because after our match people will know you for the frauds you are. And... and people will finally understand the power that I possess."

[Mikkey w/ Max Jewel]

*CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP*

****Slow sarcastic claps are heard from off the screen as Cross and Johnny "Fucking" London's attention turns to the noise. The camera zooms out to see Mikkey and Max Jewel standing there.*****



Max Jewel: You might be an idiot. You might be useless, talentless and unsuccessful. You might even be a little fruity. But one thing you are not is gullible. Like these fans. You don't believe for one second that they can bring you fame, fortune and prosperity..... cause they can't.


*****Johnny looks on at Max Jewel wondering what he's getting at as Mikkey stands ready to defend himself just incase Johnny jumps at them.*****



Max Jewel: You are now a changed man? After YEARS of being pinned to the mat. YEARS of looking at the lights....YEARS of being a never will be LOSER..... You are now a changed man? I don't know what has changed you though. Tattoos? Scraggly clothes? A God damned pair of swishy pants? Or the fact you are tired of being so poor you can't even afford a basic shirt. Not even a 2 dollar one from the Salvation Army?! That's sad and you are pathetic. Christ man, just steal a shirt from one of these fans! Sure, you might get fleas but hell....at least you'll look like you deserve someone's respect. Well, not mine of course.


*****Johnny London looks at Max with absolutley no concearn on his face for the lack of respect.*****


Max Jewel: How the hell can you say that you payed your dues? YOU'VE LOST TO EVERYONE! Anyone in this place...anyone that has been fired, killed, let go! Anyone that has quit, is still here, is abotu to retire or HAS retired! You haven't payed a single due around here. Have you almost beaten the world heavyweight champion? Have you held any gold before? Have you put a champion on the injured list while taking his title? Have you actually done anything but go and get inked up like a jackass?


*****Johnny London points a finger and opens his mouth but....*****



Mikkey: That was a rhetorical question you cum sponge!


*****Johnny looks furious as Max and Mikkey get a small laugh out of that.*****



Max Jewel: Burned....just like usual. You always get burned. You get burned by MJW, Donzig, Crazy Bill, Mungrel, MTMT, Ayatolla, ANthony Jordan, J-Dawg, Kris Chambers....and coming soon.... You get burned in the ring by The Astonishing Mikkey.



*****Mikkey and Johnny "Fucking" London start to stare each other down.*****

[Justin "Fucking" Voss]

Johnny London and Mikkey continue to stare each other down, until London breaks the contact. He looks away smirking, but suddenly replies.

Johnny London:
"Let me get this shit right."

London points his index finger at Mikkey.

Johnny London:
"You let him do all the talking for you? I could tell, since the only time you open your mouth cum comes out."

Mikkey furrows his brow.

Johnny London:
"After years of being burned and looking up at the lights, Johnny London IS a changed man. You might not be able to tell, hell no one may be able to tell right now, but I assure you that when we step into the ring you will know that I'm not the same old chump."

Johnny London steps forward and goes nose to nose with Mikkey. Neither man backs down, but Max Jewel intervenes and steps between them.

Johnny London:
"Mikkey, Max... you guys are just like the rest of the assholes around here. You don't care about anything but yourself!"

London smirks.

Johnny London:
"...and I don't blame you for that. You guys seem like smart men. You know that these dirty, rotten fans spend their welfare money to see us hurt ourselves. They don't love this sport, they don't care about us. The just want to fill their fat faces with food and watch athletes of our caliber do stuff that they couldn't even dream about doing. So, you know what?"

Criss Cross sticks his microphone right in front of Max Jewel.

Max Jewel:
What?!

Johnny London:
"I say that we rebel, we don't give these assholes what they want!"

Mikkey and Max both look curious and Johnny doesn't hesitate to explain.

Johnny London:
"The fans want to see action, some blood, and a great match. What if you and I flip them the bird before our match and tell them to kiss our asses."

Mikkey and Max get a small chuckle out of this comment.

Johnny London:
"...and then you lay down for me. I get the pin and the title and we call it a night. Then we both go home happy. I don't have to break a sweat to beat you pathetic ass. You don't have to be embarrassed by Johnny "Fucking" London. But most importantly, these scumbag fans spent all of their government earnings for nothing. Nothing!"