Don't Got Time ... Grounded.

I’m Easily rippin defensively grippin my pistol ya niggaz play tough but don’t want it um poppin and cocking and locking game 2 zones for the free so um off of the chain.
Double o see murder murder um urgess to kick in yo door wit da mafuckin pistols
Um comin to get you we bustin no issue white wall on rims da same color of tissue. No kissing be me missing yo funeral dissing me daz a mistake so better not try it um startin a riot too fly like a pilot took off da jet without breakin no sweat.
Niggaz be fakin and steady be hatin I’m breakin dey jaws just like we do laws and we triple da digits just like we inches da money keep comin and so do the bitches,
and so do the snitches and riches and glitches. Just like its game I’m too hot like a flame and sayin no names cuz u kno u are. Bustin no fussin we spotted yo car. Cruising no losing and rolling dat better dope. 400ms got from Interscope better do right cuz I’m colder dan coolio rippin dis up while I’m up in da studio. Moving so heavily slidin so steadily crew stackin figures u kno its a bet and the money is money let me dummies be dummies I’m stackin da bread to the day that I’m dead. They swear dat they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy got me dis guap. Sod money gang bringin da heavy flame put dat on GOD dat we stayin on top.

Hell yeah, E-man is back. Back to win again. Now, last week was a devastating week. I actually lost twice. Once on Chain gang soldier's Fusion, and another loss on Dxx's Mass-Mayhem. t actually really sucks. But at the moment, I am feeling really good. I feel like I'm on top bitches. Cause I am. Some say my swag is too hard, and I am too prideful and cocky. And in some way I am.

But the one thing that pissed me off the most was when that one cat from the autograph signing started that shit with me the week before. It's sorta pathetic. Actually, very pathetic. That man didn't even know me and was talking shit. Fail. I mean it makes me mad. But, you know what else does? People like DJ Hipp. People who talk shit but can't back it up. People who constantly behave like children and think they're the shit when they had no competition and beat little jobbers. Some haters may say ... well E-Man, when you were on Rated you did the same. Aw hell no! I actually had competition having to face people like Nero Jones, Rob Nero, and that one dude who posted animal porn on Dxx.Com, Matt Pearce. Hell, i even competed with people who are near better than me, like Anthony Zinc.

Anthony Zinc, for those of you who don't know, is one of my best friends. Someone I invited into the wrestling business of Dxx. We used to wrestle as kids at open tag team competitions when we were kids back, growing up in the city of Brooklyn, New York. But, we were the fucking best. But, one day we were practicing wrestling. He jumped off of a chair and was practicing his backflip. I was standing under him, to make sure he didn't fall back when he finished. He, jumped and tried to do a backflip, he hit the backflip in the air. But he kept going, tried for a double backflip. He landed on me, and he cracked his head open and then broke my arm, and tore my hamstring. Pretty devastating. We both had to quit wrestling the day before we had a match for the golden titles. We were both taken out of action, just a few hours away from grabbing gold.

It killed my, and his career for I think two years. We were out of action, and I think decided not to wrestle for a long time. See, we gave up. But, I will NOT let that opportunity slip through my fingers again. An opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity that can change my life on CGs for a while. Facing my main man, Ryan Black for the UltraViolent title at the next epic Pay-Per-View, Evers vs Storme III. See, that will be epic. But me, ad Ry have promised each other to pt on the best show we can so that we can steal the show and also take a lot of fans with us. Whoever comes out on top will not matter. We both are bro's and happen to both also be great wrestlers.

Which is why this match will be so epic, two very good superstars coming together to face off in one match for one title, one time. Actually, maybe this isn't the first time that we will face, maybe this will get even more epic, and become like Evers vs Storme. I count on that shit ... I count on it. People can like, be able to watch both of us in a match as best as we can be. A Match where we both will be in a top notch mood. Not, being in a bad, pissy, depressed, not going out to party mood [you know who you are =P]. Haha.

But now, it's time for me to shine. Shine and show my true colors in this match of the century. Time for me to stay up working out, and stay up chilling at the gym and ruing practicing until that big day comes where we both stand in that ring together as opponents. Not teammates, not brothers, not allies. As two wrestlers putting on the greatest show ever.

It's time for us to show everyone in Dxx why we should both be Rookie of the year.

Show why we are two of the best men to team.

Show why we are the two best rookies.

Show we we are the very best!

But now, back to the story. When I decided I couldn't stay from the ring, but I still didn't want to do wrestling. I decided to turn to a different sport, that would still keep me in shape and have me on my toes and shit. Boxing. A sport that people has succeeded in and became big because of, which is why you see I have sort of a boxing style when I fight today. But anywho, people like Mike Tyson, or Muhammed Ali have became some of the greatest there. Hence, why they call Ali, "The Greatest". Haha.

Hopefully, I will win this shit and take the title with me. Sorry, to keep getting off topic. Haha. I haven't had much sleep in the past couple of days which makes me kinda crazy. haha.

But you know, E-man. Me, I joined boxing. Was very good at it. At the top of my class actually, and I won a few golden glove titles myself. Won a championship, and my life was good. But then I decided I wanted to go back to wrestling. Had, a match and then bombed it, I had lost my edge over the years. I turned to a wrestling school and tried to get better. I improved a tad, and thought I was the shit. Got signed to Dxx, and kept bombing matches on rated. Kept on losing. Then, went and asked for help. Went to Kyle Deathlocke. He helped me and taught me almost everything I know.

See, I have had help from some of the best superstars which is why I fight so great the way I do today, and you will even see some of their styles in me when I'm wrestling. Shad Moss, Khwame Myles they were apart of helping me. But the main two people who made the biggest impact on me, had to be Steve Storme, and Kyle Deathlocke.

Rippin and spittin and cruisin dis beat.
Talkin that shit and get knocked off yo feet.
Sod money gang staying too deep.
Gettin no sleep, making a creep.
Doube vendetta my crew stackin cheddar
My click gettin better we changin da weather. Pedal to medal and ashes to dust 2 4 glocks in pot when I hop in da truck. Niggaz is hatin me but dat aint phasing me money money gottta get it.
But it no stopping it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I’m all about cheddar folk icey new chevy same color as antelope. I’m sick as a bitch and I’m holding da antidote. Gucci bandana man gucci bandana folk.
Rushing and busting still flippin and dippin I’m still on a mission to stack up a bill.
Money make problems aint none gonna solve em but breakin dis bread and payin bills. Spitting da truth vocalizing it truthly 6 in da truck but I’m still gone pack two with me killing deez tracks and doin it ruthlessly aint about money aint got shit to do with me. Doing it fluently doing it real. Keeping it true it real. Breaking off game cuz daz how I feel 18 now holding 18mill.
Killing deez trax and still counting stax all still dress in black hataz still talkin smack. Soulja boy tellem yea soulja boy get em on top world don’t know how to act.

The scene opens in an urban residential area at night. Cars line the street that professional wrestlers Emmanuel Jackson and Steve Storme stroll along the road-side. There's a buzz of chatter and loud rap music from inside a large modern home; it's party time. Steve's wearing black skinny jeans and a tight-fitting grey tee. Emmanuel's dressed in baggy blue jeans and a blue and white jacket with a large gold chain round his neck. They reach the steps of the house and stand together, looking at the empty beer cups on the porch banister. E-Man is grinning.

Steve Storme: "E, I'm not sure about this..."

Emmanuel Jackson: "Awwe come on, Steve. We're famous - nobody's going to care we're not 'invited'. Lets go on in, get us some hot chicks. It shouldn't be hard, haha. Hell, you may even be able to be like me and be able to bring a girl back to your room, haha.

Steve Storme: "Ahaha shut up."

Steve gives E a playful nudge and starts walking up the stairs. Storme opens the door and walks in, E-Man following close behind. They enter the hall and look round with smiles as the place is real crowded with plenty of good-looking girls dancing. Steve turns to Jackson.

Steve Storme: "Hey, I'm real thirsty... you wanna join me in finding some beer?"

Emmanuel Jackson: "I would, but bro, didn't I tell you I'm hardcore straight edge. N***a's think I'm CM Punk, haha. But nah, I'll come with you. I'm trying to not drink though."

Steve Storme: "Awwe, come on. It wasn't a good party if you can remember it all the next day - obviously."

Emmanuel Jackson: "Ahhh, alright. one or two drinks won't hurt."

Steve pushes through the crowd with E-Man at his side. A few people notice the wrestlers and there's random shouts of their names. The wrestlers ignore it and continue walking through the people until they get to the kitchen. There's a couple crates of beer. Steve picks up two cans and chucks one to E-Man. They open them and take a few sips.

Steve Storme: "See, it's good stuff haha."

A black girl leant against the kitchen wall with a few of her friends notices the two wrestlers. She smiles seductively at E-Man and Steve notices, elbowing his friend and motioning to the girl.

Steve Storme: "Uhh, I think that girl is onto you, man. She's pretty hawt!"

E-Man then looks up and then glances at this person on the wall. His eyes then widen, and Steve notices this. He smirks, and then so does E. E-Man then looks at Steve.

Emmanuel Jackson: "Haha, I think I'm going to go talk to her. That's not considered cheating right?"

He then glances at Steve as he takes a sip of his beer given to him by Steve.

Steve Storme: "Talking? No. Any kissing, genital touching, oral sex or intercourse? Yes."

Emmanuel chuckles and walks over towards her with a little smile on his face. Steve strolls over to the kitchen doorway and leans against it, drinking frequently from his beer can. A random guy comes up to him with a goofy grin on his face. He holds out his hand for a high-five and Steve shakes his head in the negative with a stern expression on his face. The guy sighs and walks away while some of the crowd laugh. Then a white guy wearing really baggy grey pants and a 2Pac shirt struts up to Steve snarling. He has a baseball cap on turned backwards and some cheap looking gold chains.

???: "ey yo fool, get out my way; that black ass punk's tryin' to get with ma shawty yadamean? Datz fucked up, homie, so move befo' I get heated. Me and ma bois strapped to the max - you don't wanna fuck wit' us, believe 'dat mayne."Now

Steve's brow furrows. He suddenly bursts into laughter.

Steve Storme: "Uhh, check this dawg, if you want me to move ma ass then yo' can ask properly instead of talking like a fucking moron, yadamean, homie?"

The crowd laugh at Steve's mocking impersonation of the wigger. The guy's mouth forms a furious frown and he suddenly pushes Steve backwards a few paces. Storme recovers and throws a left then a right hook. The wigger staggers and Steve drops him with a Rawrstorme superkick as the crowd cheer. Steve looks down at the wigger and shakes his head in disgust. E-Man's left the girl and is now at Storme's side in the hellway with a confused look on his face.

Emmanuel Jackson: "Dude, what the hell happened? Didn't I tell you no superkicking motherfuckers?"

Just as Steve is about to tell E-man, another man who looks affiliated with the man Steve just superkicked comes on the scene, yelling.

???#2: "Man, what the hell? Yall over her' trying to knock out my bros? Maaaannnn, yall gonna get fucked up in a minute'. Who the fuck did this? Imma' beat deyy' ass!"

This man however, is way bigger. But seems, a bit dumber. A tall white man, looks like a teenager, wearing a white tee and has some scruff around his jaw, showing he hasn't shaved in a while. E-Man then steps out from the circle of people crowding the knocked out man. he then steps up to this man, who has to be at least a half a foot taller than E. E than has a look on his face that makes the taller man look a bit uneasy. Like, he is about to do some huge shit.

Emmanuel Jackson: "What if it was me? What the fuck would you do?"

The man then looks at the ceiling a bit and then scratches his head. he then smirks and then pushes E back. E flies back and then falls into the crowd, who are routing for the fight to go on, and pick E back up to his feet, and then push him back into the circle, right in front of the man. The crowd pushes E back and then E comes running at top speed and hits the man in the face with a huge right hand. E-Man then runs at him and then tries for a shoulder block, the man is then sent back staggering. Then falls to the ground when Steve trips him. he is then on the ground and then gets back up. He then runs at Steve and then he moves out the way quickly. He then smirks and kicks the man in the back of the leg, just so that he falls. the man goes to the ground on his knees, dazed. E-man then steps up to him and then begins hitting him with a combination of punches to the face. Steve then goes around the man, facing his back. Grabs his arms, and then puts his right leg on the man's back. he then pushes his leg forward and then pulls the man's arms backwards as the man screams in agony. Steve then gives and then lets go of the man. He immedietly falls to the ground. The crowd standing around then cheer as E looks at Storme, a little out of breath.

Steve Storme: "Lets bail, E. This place is full of wiggerz. We'll go hit up the club scene, alright?"

Emmanuel laughs and nods in agreement. They start pushing through the crowd towards the exit. Then suddenly a black girl in tight jeans and a black top strides up to Steve with an angry expression on his face. She gets all up in his face, prodding his chest. Steve shrugs in confusion.

Kim: "Oh you don't remember when you walked out on our double date calling me a bitch?! Oh you don't remember disrespecting me, mutherfucker?!"

Steve's face remains blank. He shrugs his shoulders and she slaps him pretty hard. He clenches his teeth in pain and sighs.

Steve Storme: "Damn girl, are you out your alcoholic mind? Get out of my way you crazy bitch."

Kim gasps in horror and then kicks Steve in the groin. He shouts out and staggers towards the wall, using it for support while holding his crotch. The crowd goes 'ooooh!'. E-Man grabs hold of Kim's arms and tries to pull her away.

Emmanuel Jackson: "Kimberly, the fuck is your proble-?"

Kimberly then turns to E fiercely and slaps him in the face. Just then Angelica Vance, Emmanuel's new girlfriend walks in the door.

Kim: "This bitch yours? Ha - I'd have thought even you could do better than this piece of meat."

Angelica then stands there and makes a look that makes E a bit uneasy. She then looks at e, and then Storme. And then looks back at Kimberly, who is obviously looking for a fight. She then scoffs, and then smirks at this. She is wearing a black t-shirt, with some blue skinny jeans. With some black air force 1's. She is waring a necklace also that says, "Barbie".

Angelica: "Umm, I hope you're not talking to me honey, I don't even know you, and you call me a bitch? Referring to me as a piece of meat? You think I'm just going to sit here and let your dumbass talk about me. Uh, uh. You got another thing coming. But not only that, but so I have heard that you're a stripper. That's a real nice job. Going around and dry humping bums and shit. Surprised if you haven't caught something yet, you fish. No wonder Steve won't date you."

Kim walks over and throws a punch at Angelica, screaming swear words and stuff. Steve rolls his eyes and a girl comes over and takes his hand. A smile forms on his face as she kisses him softly and leads him outside. Meanwhile E-Man is trying to break up the brawling chicks.

Emmanuel Jackson: "Whoa, whoa break this shit u-"

Kimberly than tries to slap E-man, but this time he dodges and just backs back towards the wall where Steve is still standing. E-man then smirks and then looks at Steve.

Emmanuel Jackson: "Care to let them fight? Or shall we both try and break this shit up. It'll be fun either wayy. "