Shots Fired = Trouble in the Vicinity The camera trained itself onto Donny Lane who was already set up backstage near one of the hall way intersections near the locker rooms. Dressed in a predominantly Black Suit w/ a Teal Tie, the seasoned wrestling commentator and journalist was ready with his on the scene broadcast. Lane: “Ladies & Gentlemen; I’m here live backstage in the Arena of Champions & I believe I am going to get a chance to have a word with The Jury, led by their manager Duzza.” The tandem of Statuz Quo & Khadafi entered the scene accompanied by Dallas Griffin and Duzza , donning a Tony Parker jersey, was caught hobbling into the scene. The custom shades did little to ward off the hardened scowl etched on his face. Lane: “Gentlemen. It has been an interesting number of weeks especially with the recent kidnapping of the very man standing beside me, Duzza” Donny mentioned as the angry manager snorted in response. “ Especially with the ongoing incidents with the notably secretive Inogami Clan, led by the very man who is going to challenge Jonathan Conspiracy for the jOlt Wrestling Relentless Championship later on tonight, Kenshiro Inogami Your thoughts on all of this and the current status of your condition.” The camera panned towards the floor to allow the fans to view the Red Sock on his Left Foot protected by the Black Air Cast before panning upward. The manager sucked his teeth loudly before responding. “The doctor said that I suffered multiple hairline fractures in my lower leg and the surgery went well. She also suggested that I should get some bed rest for several more weeks but that shit ain’t gonna happen.” Duzza replied. “My boys need me in their corner tonight and I am not going to let some injury keep me from leading The Jury to victory tonight but I will say this to my little chinky eyed ‘friend’ and his band of bitches who did this to me; This shit between us ain’t over. Far from it, homeboy.” The Jury & Dallas Griffin nodded confidently in support of Duzza’s threat. “You think kidnaping me, breaking my fucking leg and humiliating me before my entire crew and these punk ass fans is going to be easily dismissed?” Duzza hissed through a set of clenched teeth. “The verdict is out for you, Ninja. You and any and everyone associated with ya’. I can’t wait until JCON buries your ass tonight in that ring. You and these people tonight are going to realize that not only is OUR Relentless Champion the undisputed Truth but they are going to see live and without question as to how much you can’t handle ‘The Truth”. I gotchu, mothafucka. We gotchu.” Lane - “Well, on the more lighter note, tonight, here at Power Struggle, you & the Jury have the opportunity to challenge the current World Tag Team Champions, The Reckoning, whom have been literally undefeated throughout their tenure here in jOlt and the highly eccentric yet equally dynamic team of Devestation Inc. in a Three Way Dance.” Donny mentioned as Duzza adjusted his shades before folding his arms in complete disinterest. “Now what are your thoughts? What is it going to take for The Jury to overcome the odds and leave here as champions? The Jury & Dallas Griffin grew slightly annoyed by the crowd response overheard by the masses as Duzza gave pause before responding. Duzza - “You know, Donny? This ain’t nothing new for my boys.” The manager mentioned. “Over the years, we’ve been through both the good & bad yet it says a great deal about a team that learns to keep their head during both times. Tonight, we need to stick to our game plan as we just discussed earlier and we will take what is rightfully ours.” “But, lets be serious here; when you take a look at the Tag Team landscape, right now, I’m gonna tell you what we see: The West Texas Terrorists? They ain’t been shit since that Kentucky Fried fat fuck The Nashvillian left...Disappeared or whatever. A pair of slew footed curtain jerkers if you ask me.” He bellowed as The Jury & Griffin laughed amongst themselves. The audience responded noisily to the impromptu shots fired. Duzza - “Sanchez Cano & Cordova? AKA ‘The Chalupadores?’ Really?” Duzza continued while casting a stern side eye. “Man; don’t even let me get started on them. “The Avispa Clan?” The Jury, Dallas Griffin and Duzza teasingly checked their pockets, looked around in their immediate surroundings with even Dallas stepping out of view for a moment. “Fellas; you seen any of them losers around?” Duzza mentioned as Dallas returned and shrugged his shoulders mockingly. The Jury shook their head in amusement. “Nah. How about you, Donny? You’ve seen any discount Killer Bees meets Rey Misterio Jr. knock offs bouncing around here lately? They got a mean ass playa deal on those sharp ass pleather jackets at that Tijuana Swap Meet but for real? Nah. I didn’t think so.” Duzza voiced much to the dismay of most of the crowd but to the delight of noted smarks. Duzza - “Team V.I.A.G.R.A?” Duzza inquired. “I guess that shit really does only last for four hours or four good weeks with good editing but it is what it is. You know? The Heirs of Wrestling obviously inherited nothing but a first class ticket back to The Hype tag circuit but enough about those roaches, chilling along the sidelines. The House better scoot their non talented asses back to The Hype and shine during those house shows if they know what’s really good for them. Team U.S.A.? AWOL. ’Sweet, Sweet Lovin? Mr. Hankey & The Fat Man? Afro Thunder & Bastion Booger had their shot and blew it like Tony Romo & LeBron James in clutch time. A notable wave of mixed heat was generated in response to the controversial manager’s commentary. The Pro Heat demographic were none too favorable and made it known as Duzza began snapping the fabric of his jersey to add more fuel to the bonfire. Duzza - Now let’s talk about Devestation Inc., you know; the overweight tall midget and that Italian Dildo sidekick of his, wobbling next to him. Now don’t get me wrong; they got skills. I’ll give credit where its due because size ain’t shit when it comes to these two. They’ll bring the fight to you, me, my boys or anybody in this business but The Jury will run this yard tonight. Them boys are way too goofy. All about child’s play and we ain’t got time for that. Especially with the Tag Team Championships on the line as this is all business. Grown man shit tonight.” Lane - “And what are your respective thoughts of the current & reigning Tag Team Champions.” Duzza - “Tell them what you think, boys.” Statuz Quo (pointing to the camera) - “It’s been a long time coming. Harbinger.Sven. Fly By Night Champions. Bitches led by one.” Statuz Quo bellowed. “We peeped the whole game weeks ago so we know what we need to do. My brother Khadafi and myself ; we expect a fight. Going toe to toe with ol’ Green Mile and Smegle won’t be easy but make no mistake. There ain’t no push overs here, partna’. You two bitches are going to need more than a Midol when the Hawaiian Headache *slaps Khadafi across the shoulder* and A-Town’s Finest bring you that drama in the ring tonight.” The camera panned over toward Khadafi to get a word in. Khadafi - “Brothers; there are two tag teams who’ve been looking for Trouble...and tonight, they’ve just found it...The belts are coming home. Right here. (Patting his mid section) Where they belong. No further questions.” “And we out, bitch.” Duzza snarled as he looked Lane up & down briefly before bumping him out of the way with his shoulder. The miscreant band lumbered out of view, leaving Donny Lane to cast a stern glare towards their direction.