D2B: JC Cross Vs Victor Black

[Prez Sonya Sniper]

Position of Vice President

RP Ends 5 OCT at midnight

[PREZ JC Cross]

Scene opens up in a recording studio, but not just any recording studio but Necronomico Records. The company owned by the one and only JC Cross. Around this recording studio is cherry wood paneling upon the walls, with a plush blood red carpet catching the footfalls of those walking in or out of the room, a huge mixer board stands in front of a huge window made of clear plexi-glass with a brown metal door to the right of the glass. Sitting at the mixer board in a black leather swivel chair is none other the JC Cross, he looks to be listening to some tracks that have been recorded earlier, he nods his head in approval before beginning to speak.

JC: Hello once again DWWF, it has been quite sometime since I have graced this ominous presence with my own grandure. It is true what they say, I did walk away after some confrontations with the Prez, but we have things patched up pretty well I think, but that is not the reason I'm here!! Oh No!!! The reason I am here is for one man and one man only, Victor Black, the supposed persona of evil, the man that likes to interfere in the matches of his partly own competitors. To me this is utter bullshit, I have sat idley by and watched as this f**king lunatic has f**ked over competitors week in and week out and to me that is not satisfactory or good for business at all.

JC shakes his head in total dissapproval and dissappointment before reaching down to get his bottle of Raspberry Aquafina Water, he twists off the cap before lifting the bottle to his lips, he takes a long drink and replaces the cap before placing the bottle back on the side of the mixer board.

JC: Ya know Vic, I think that I have you all figured out, Do you wanna know what I mean by that? I bet you sure as hell do, so I'm gonna tell you. I believe that it is because all the wrestlers here in DWWF are getting more of the spotlight than you because you think in your own twisted demented way that you should be the one to hold the titles and be in the spotlight constantly!!! Does any of this sound right to you f**ker? I sure hope it does because I truly believe that you are jealous as hell over the great wrestlers we have here, but hey, messing with the wrestlers was your first mistake. Now take a look at what you have ahead of you, an obstacle!!! What do you think of that Vic? Are you ready to have your evil ass handed to you on a silver platter? I sure hope that you are?

JC stands up from his chair and paces across the room to the right wall which holds something in a picture frame, but what?

JC: Victor I didn't get to where I am today by f**king with others and costing them chances, I got to where I am today but coming straight at ya in your f**king face beating your ass on the canvas!!! At the last event I think that you found that out first hand and I hope that you are ready to get it again!! I am ready to dish out the punishment on your sorry ass and show you who the real VP really is, son you were just keeping the seat warm for me!!! What part of that don't you see? You let it go to your head and now it is going to cost you a lot more than bloodloss or a match, this time Vic you will be lucky to walk out without the help of paramedics!! What happened to you at Reconstruction was nothing compared to what you are gonna get whenever we step in the ring, you see Victor I'm just plain f**king sick of you acting the way you do, I mean come on what is up with that shit? You wanna play evil do you Vic, well guess what you are about to find out how evil I can be and I want you to remember that as your staring up at me from the flat of your back after I put you down like the dog you are!!! Just remember you had better come prepared because I swear to God that I will kick your godd**n ass all over the f**king arena and show the world who the real VP of DWWF is!!!

With that said JC walks out of camera range, the camera focuses on the picture hanging on the wall, it shows JC Cross holding a World Championship over his head, his face covered in blood, but laying on the canvas is another man with barbed wire wrapped around his head, laying in a pool of blood.

Scene fades................................................................................................................