*back at ringside now*
Brandon Smithson’s music plays!
*the crowd goes nuts as Brandon Smithson’s music plays through the speaker systems, but no Brandon Smithson. It’s been playing for about a minute now and the crowd is starting to get restless. The JABEtron then cuts backstage where Pauley Cadillacs is shown standing in a room with a few thugs behind him. The crowd let’s their obvious displeasure with this be heard.*
Pauley: Oh you were expecting someone else then huh? Well sorry to disappoint you, but it’s just little old me and my *ahem* associates here. Oh yeah, and this guy. *motions for the thugs to move aside, and it’s revealed that an obviously beat-up Brandon Smithson is in the room with them, tied to a chair* We’re you people looking for him? Haha. Well here he is! “Mr. Amazing” Brandon Smithson. You don’t look so amazin’ now do ya Brandon?
*Brandon mumbles inaudibly*
Pauley: Well lookie here you big rat fuck, I’m not done with you by a long shot. Oh no, you gonna snitch on me? Pauley motherfuckin Ciccero? The Don of JBW? If you were to just come down to the ring and cost me my matches personally like a man we wouldn’t have this problem, but no, you greasy dirty motherfucker you, you had to go and snitch on me to SES like some *spits on the ground* filthy diseased rat! Hey, audio guy! You gotta turn this hippie shit off now. It’s given me a headache. How can you honestly listen to this shit Brandon, much less come out to it? Just no class at all. You still listening audio guy? Play the track I told you to now. Go on. Start playing it. I’m gonna teach you a little something about class Brandon. Here, let me just make you a little more comfortable here *unties Brandon from the chair, and Brandon plops down to the floor*
This music begins to play throughout the arena (please click link and play along)
Pauley: Yeah, there you go. Now that is music. *Pauley starts to sing along with the music and begins to dance around the room*
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me *looks directly into Brandon Smithson’s eyes*
Like a fella once said *rears back his leg*
Aint that a kick in the head *kicks Brandon Smithson in the head*
The room was completely black
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said quote *starts punching Smithson in the forehead, opening a gash*
Aint that a hole in the boat
My head keeps spinnin’ *twists Smithson’s head around back and forth*
I go to sleep and keep *smiles big* grinnin’
If this is just the beginnin’
My life is gonna be beautiful
I've sunshine enough to spread,
It's just like the fella said.
Tell me quick, *rears back his leg again*
ain't that a kick in the head *kicks Smithson in the head again*
Like a fella once said
Aint that a— *stops singing*
Hold on a minute here. Audio guy, you can stop playing the track now. I think he’s unconscious. *squats down next to Smithson* Hey buddy, you awake? *no response from Smithson* Alright he’s out. Well you guys get the picture anyway. *turns to his two thugs* Peter, Tony, get rid of him. He’s had enough for now.
Thug # 1: You mean *makes a gun with his finger* get rid of him?
Pauley: Yeah asshole, shoot him on live TV. What a fuckin dick this guy is. I’m beatin this guy half to death for snitchin on me and he wants to snitch on himself. I mean get him outta my damn lockerroom idiot. Geez. Go, do it now.
*the two thugs pick up Smithson’s lifeless body and toss him out of the room*
Pauley: Alright now that we got that outta the way, it’s time to start talkin about the main event. Finally, an Italian gets to main event a JBW show. Took you long enough didn’t it? Oh and Nikki Belzova, you still don’t fuckin count. You may be Italian by blood, but not by heart. Anyways, where was I?
Thug # 2: You was on about the main event boss.
Pauley: I was talkin to myself thanks. Alright so, the main event, Pauley Cadillacs vs. whatever the fuck his name is. Samson, that’s right. Now listen, I’ve just got done dealin with that hippie freak a few minutes ago, and now I gotta deal with this guy. The dude who thinks it’s Halloween 24-7. Well look here punk, I aint afraid of you. You wanna steal my thunder last week by running in after my match? You and your little friends wanna set up the match that gets my personal friend and associate fired from this company? Well that’s fine. That’ll just make it that much sweeter when I got you down on the canvas with Vinnie Bumbatz counting the 1 2 3. Maybe then I’ll finally get some respect around here, and be treated like the main eventer I really am. See you in the main event punk. Be sure to bring you’re A-game cuz your gonna need it. *smirks as the camera cuts back to ringside*
Pat: Pauley Cadillacs is a menace. Did you see what he just did to Brandon Smithson?? This is terrible. Now we know where Smithson has been all this time but geez I wish we hadn’t found out.
Dudley: Well Smithson pretty much had it coming. If he didn’t want to feel Pauley’s wrath then he shouldn’t have snitched on him. Simple as that.
Pat: Yeah well, that doesn’t excuse him from his actions in the least. And I’ll tell you another thing, if he doesn’t stop underestimating Samson, then he’s gonna get killed tonight. Maybe literally.
*The lights go out, and the entire arena is plunged into darkness. The lighters begin to spark up, and the buzz of excitement is unmistakable. Something monumental is about to happen.*
Pat: Oh my, what is going on? Is this The Devils Rejects doing? With how they have been behaving recently, I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
Dudley: Man, I hope it's K-Jammin, or maybe RomanFlare.. God, I miss that guy so fricking muc-
*The lights come back on again just as swift as they went off. The crowd pop big time. Standing in the middle of the ring is none other than Veni Vidi Vici members Ma$$Dinero, The Sleeper, and PandaMassacre AKA Nikki Belzova. They are smiling, but it is clear that there is something on their minds. Ma$$Dinero is holding a microphone, and the last original V3 member sighs, and then speaks.*
Ma$$Dinero: Well... I guess that V3's mission to take down Ape is complete. The Aluminium Arsehole has been dethroned, and The Eye are about as powerful as a cool breeze on a hot summers day. No more will the members of the JBW roster have to suffer the indignity of being pushed around by a toupee wearing, cocaine sniffing, arsehole licking, penny pinching, louse of a failed megalomanic, with about as much of a clue as Mr Bean. No more will my friends be fired for being a threat to the corrupted system that has been poisoned from within since day one here on Mayhem. See, I, along with my shoot friends Nikki and Benny, have finally removed the tumor that was causing Mayhem's very inner system to fail. With that guy sitting in the top chair in the JabeHouse, death for this great company was imminent. But no more is that the case...
*Ma$$ looks at Nikki, and then Sleeps. His face then adopts a somewhat sad look, and he continues.*
We are Veni Vidi Vici, and our name means we came, we saw, we conquered... Well after months of battling against the odds; after all the sacrifice and loss... I'm here to tell each and every one of you people here, and all the families watching at home... We have finally conquered, and our job here as a unit is done..
Benny...
Nikki...
I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without you this would never have been possible...
*Ma$$ looks directly into the hard camera.*
Georgie Boy...
Siaki...
We did it, my bruva's.
*Ma$$ drops the mic, and the remaining members of V3 share a group hug as the screen fades to black, bringing to an end an era in JBW that will never be repeated.*
Pat: Wait a minute? Are they saying that…that V-3 is done?? Like done forever??
Dudley: Hold it, wait a minute, this is no joke Pat! They’re really done!! Hahahahahaha. WOOOOO. Finally V3 is no more!
Pat: Shut your mouth Dudley, this is serious. This is the end of an era. V-3 have been the faces of Mayhem forever. I just can’t believe they’re gone. I’m really depressed now.
Dudley: Oh shut it Pat. You act like you were a member or something.
Pat: Well, I was a fan, and I gotta tell ya, this hurts. I mean, Mass, Sleeper, and Nikki are all still here, but we’ve seen the last of them as a unit. I guess their mission was accomplished. Iron Ape is out of power, The Eye looks to be no more, and all is pretty much right with the world I suppose. Well V-3, it was quite a ride, and now we can only hope it’s gonna be an even bigger one once your respective single’s careers go off. Cheers V-3. Well it’s incredibly hard to move on but we musy, because we have a great match scheduled up next. The veteran, AngrySamoan vs. the young gun, Matt Haze AKA MPH. These two evenly matched competitors can put on a show, so let’s give them a chance to and stop all the chit-chat.
Match 2: Matt Haze vs. AngrySamoan
MPH
Pat: Here comes MPH, and I’m sure these fans haven’t forgiven him for what he did to Melissa Mendez a couple weeks ago, as he’s getting booed like crazy right now.
Dudley: Yeah that wasn’t MPH’s brightest hour for sure, but it’s all Rob Rage’s fault honestly.
Pat: How…in the bloody blue world…can you possibly blame that on Rob Rage?
Brandon Smithson’s music plays!
*the crowd goes nuts as Brandon Smithson’s music plays through the speaker systems, but no Brandon Smithson. It’s been playing for about a minute now and the crowd is starting to get restless. The JABEtron then cuts backstage where Pauley Cadillacs is shown standing in a room with a few thugs behind him. The crowd let’s their obvious displeasure with this be heard.*
Pauley: Oh you were expecting someone else then huh? Well sorry to disappoint you, but it’s just little old me and my *ahem* associates here. Oh yeah, and this guy. *motions for the thugs to move aside, and it’s revealed that an obviously beat-up Brandon Smithson is in the room with them, tied to a chair* We’re you people looking for him? Haha. Well here he is! “Mr. Amazing” Brandon Smithson. You don’t look so amazin’ now do ya Brandon?
*Brandon mumbles inaudibly*
Pauley: Well lookie here you big rat fuck, I’m not done with you by a long shot. Oh no, you gonna snitch on me? Pauley motherfuckin Ciccero? The Don of JBW? If you were to just come down to the ring and cost me my matches personally like a man we wouldn’t have this problem, but no, you greasy dirty motherfucker you, you had to go and snitch on me to SES like some *spits on the ground* filthy diseased rat! Hey, audio guy! You gotta turn this hippie shit off now. It’s given me a headache. How can you honestly listen to this shit Brandon, much less come out to it? Just no class at all. You still listening audio guy? Play the track I told you to now. Go on. Start playing it. I’m gonna teach you a little something about class Brandon. Here, let me just make you a little more comfortable here *unties Brandon from the chair, and Brandon plops down to the floor*
This music begins to play throughout the arena (please click link and play along)
Pauley: Yeah, there you go. Now that is music. *Pauley starts to sing along with the music and begins to dance around the room*
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me *looks directly into Brandon Smithson’s eyes*
Like a fella once said *rears back his leg*
Aint that a kick in the head *kicks Brandon Smithson in the head*
The room was completely black
I hugged her and she hugged back
Like the sailor said quote *starts punching Smithson in the forehead, opening a gash*
Aint that a hole in the boat
My head keeps spinnin’ *twists Smithson’s head around back and forth*
I go to sleep and keep *smiles big* grinnin’
If this is just the beginnin’
My life is gonna be beautiful
I've sunshine enough to spread,
It's just like the fella said.
Tell me quick, *rears back his leg again*
ain't that a kick in the head *kicks Smithson in the head again*
Like a fella once said
Aint that a— *stops singing*
Hold on a minute here. Audio guy, you can stop playing the track now. I think he’s unconscious. *squats down next to Smithson* Hey buddy, you awake? *no response from Smithson* Alright he’s out. Well you guys get the picture anyway. *turns to his two thugs* Peter, Tony, get rid of him. He’s had enough for now.
Thug # 1: You mean *makes a gun with his finger* get rid of him?
Pauley: Yeah asshole, shoot him on live TV. What a fuckin dick this guy is. I’m beatin this guy half to death for snitchin on me and he wants to snitch on himself. I mean get him outta my damn lockerroom idiot. Geez. Go, do it now.
*the two thugs pick up Smithson’s lifeless body and toss him out of the room*
Pauley: Alright now that we got that outta the way, it’s time to start talkin about the main event. Finally, an Italian gets to main event a JBW show. Took you long enough didn’t it? Oh and Nikki Belzova, you still don’t fuckin count. You may be Italian by blood, but not by heart. Anyways, where was I?
Thug # 2: You was on about the main event boss.
Pauley: I was talkin to myself thanks. Alright so, the main event, Pauley Cadillacs vs. whatever the fuck his name is. Samson, that’s right. Now listen, I’ve just got done dealin with that hippie freak a few minutes ago, and now I gotta deal with this guy. The dude who thinks it’s Halloween 24-7. Well look here punk, I aint afraid of you. You wanna steal my thunder last week by running in after my match? You and your little friends wanna set up the match that gets my personal friend and associate fired from this company? Well that’s fine. That’ll just make it that much sweeter when I got you down on the canvas with Vinnie Bumbatz counting the 1 2 3. Maybe then I’ll finally get some respect around here, and be treated like the main eventer I really am. See you in the main event punk. Be sure to bring you’re A-game cuz your gonna need it. *smirks as the camera cuts back to ringside*
Pat: Pauley Cadillacs is a menace. Did you see what he just did to Brandon Smithson?? This is terrible. Now we know where Smithson has been all this time but geez I wish we hadn’t found out.
Dudley: Well Smithson pretty much had it coming. If he didn’t want to feel Pauley’s wrath then he shouldn’t have snitched on him. Simple as that.
Pat: Yeah well, that doesn’t excuse him from his actions in the least. And I’ll tell you another thing, if he doesn’t stop underestimating Samson, then he’s gonna get killed tonight. Maybe literally.
*The lights go out, and the entire arena is plunged into darkness. The lighters begin to spark up, and the buzz of excitement is unmistakable. Something monumental is about to happen.*
Pat: Oh my, what is going on? Is this The Devils Rejects doing? With how they have been behaving recently, I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
Dudley: Man, I hope it's K-Jammin, or maybe RomanFlare.. God, I miss that guy so fricking muc-
*The lights come back on again just as swift as they went off. The crowd pop big time. Standing in the middle of the ring is none other than Veni Vidi Vici members Ma$$Dinero, The Sleeper, and PandaMassacre AKA Nikki Belzova. They are smiling, but it is clear that there is something on their minds. Ma$$Dinero is holding a microphone, and the last original V3 member sighs, and then speaks.*
Ma$$Dinero: Well... I guess that V3's mission to take down Ape is complete. The Aluminium Arsehole has been dethroned, and The Eye are about as powerful as a cool breeze on a hot summers day. No more will the members of the JBW roster have to suffer the indignity of being pushed around by a toupee wearing, cocaine sniffing, arsehole licking, penny pinching, louse of a failed megalomanic, with about as much of a clue as Mr Bean. No more will my friends be fired for being a threat to the corrupted system that has been poisoned from within since day one here on Mayhem. See, I, along with my shoot friends Nikki and Benny, have finally removed the tumor that was causing Mayhem's very inner system to fail. With that guy sitting in the top chair in the JabeHouse, death for this great company was imminent. But no more is that the case...
*Ma$$ looks at Nikki, and then Sleeps. His face then adopts a somewhat sad look, and he continues.*
We are Veni Vidi Vici, and our name means we came, we saw, we conquered... Well after months of battling against the odds; after all the sacrifice and loss... I'm here to tell each and every one of you people here, and all the families watching at home... We have finally conquered, and our job here as a unit is done..
Benny...
Nikki...
I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without you this would never have been possible...
*Ma$$ looks directly into the hard camera.*
Georgie Boy...
Siaki...
We did it, my bruva's.
*Ma$$ drops the mic, and the remaining members of V3 share a group hug as the screen fades to black, bringing to an end an era in JBW that will never be repeated.*
Pat: Wait a minute? Are they saying that…that V-3 is done?? Like done forever??
Dudley: Hold it, wait a minute, this is no joke Pat! They’re really done!! Hahahahahaha. WOOOOO. Finally V3 is no more!
Pat: Shut your mouth Dudley, this is serious. This is the end of an era. V-3 have been the faces of Mayhem forever. I just can’t believe they’re gone. I’m really depressed now.
Dudley: Oh shut it Pat. You act like you were a member or something.
Pat: Well, I was a fan, and I gotta tell ya, this hurts. I mean, Mass, Sleeper, and Nikki are all still here, but we’ve seen the last of them as a unit. I guess their mission was accomplished. Iron Ape is out of power, The Eye looks to be no more, and all is pretty much right with the world I suppose. Well V-3, it was quite a ride, and now we can only hope it’s gonna be an even bigger one once your respective single’s careers go off. Cheers V-3. Well it’s incredibly hard to move on but we musy, because we have a great match scheduled up next. The veteran, AngrySamoan vs. the young gun, Matt Haze AKA MPH. These two evenly matched competitors can put on a show, so let’s give them a chance to and stop all the chit-chat.
Match 2: Matt Haze vs. AngrySamoan
MPH
Pat: Here comes MPH, and I’m sure these fans haven’t forgiven him for what he did to Melissa Mendez a couple weeks ago, as he’s getting booed like crazy right now.
Dudley: Yeah that wasn’t MPH’s brightest hour for sure, but it’s all Rob Rage’s fault honestly.
Pat: How…in the bloody blue world…can you possibly blame that on Rob Rage?

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