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EcKo
[[ The scene opens to someone walking in the backstage with a hat on and a jersey as he goes to Ecko's locker room and knocks on the door.]]
EcKo“Yo!... Who is it?!”
The Un-Known Guy“Who do you think it is, brah?!”
[[The door opens quickly. EcKo stands in the door-way with a big smile on his face.]]
EcKo“Aw, shit, Fury! What you doin’ here?!”
Fury“Nothin’ really... just thought that I would come and see how my big bro is doin’! ...What’s up, fool? Can't give your bro a hug?”
EcKo“No doubt!”
[[EcKo slaps hands with his brother, and hugs him.]]
Fury“Good to see you too, bro. So, what’s up? I see you are fitting into the VWF nicely...”
EcKo"Yeah, no doubt! So far, I'm 2 and 0. Yeah, yeah... I know what you're thinkin'! 'Wow! 2 and 0! Yank! Yank!"
Fury“Still the cocky brother that I know. Heh! Heh! I know what you’re thinkin’… But. I am never cocky… just confident… Heh! Heh!”
EcKo"Yeah, I'll believe that when Ric Thunder learns to speak correctly!"
Fury“Who? Ric Thunder? Didn't you send him that "Hooked on Phonics" book yet? I thought you did already…”
EcKo"Heh! Heh! Yeah... yo! What are you still doin' in the hall! Get in here! Me locker-room y su locker-room! Heh! Heh!"
[[Fury grins before walking inside.]]
Fury“ Damn man...they treat you like kings around here...Sh*t! Look at this place! No wonder you like it here!”
EcKo"Yeah... no doubt! So, what made you decide to step up in my neck of the woods?"
Fury“ Well... my contract to my independent was up and Mums told me to watch VWF and I saw you having your feud again with Ric. So, I thought I would drop by and see if you needed some backup.”
EcKo"Hell yeah! Sounds like a plan! What's on your mind, playa?"
Fury“Would it be alright with you if I signed with VWF?”
EcKo"Yo... I aint the one to ask, dawg. But, if you're asking if you and I could team-up... HELLS YEAH!"
Fury*smirks* That’s what I am talkin’ about! And I think I am ready to watch your back. You always watched my back growing up… now… it’s my turn to show you what I can do. I ain't little anymore ya’ know?”
EcKo*smirks* "Word..."
FurySo… what’s up with you man? What are your plans here in VWF? I heard that the competition is harsh around here…”
EcKo"Yeah... there's no doubt about that! My plans for right now are to start making a name for myself around here, go for the United States Title, and later on in my career become the greatest World Champ this federation ever had! But that shit takes time... ya' know what I mean?"
Fury“Cool. I don't know about me, but for now... I'll watch your back and make damn sure you get some gold around your waist. Even though I was the youngest ever to win the MWF World Championship....or should I should Champion...? Oops! I pulled a Ric Thunder there… Heh! Heh!”
EcKo"Heh! Heh! Takin' one outta' the page of "The New Breed's" dictionary, huh?"
Fury“Yeah, we all know how big that dictionary is. How did he ever beat you? That is and always will be a mystery to me.”
EcKo"I must have been havin' an off day!" *grins*
Fury“Obviously! Or maybe you felt sorry for him... who knows?! So, how is life? Any hunnies in your life?”
EcKo"No doubt! You know I be gettin' mine! What about you, little bro?"
Fury“Trust me...I've been getting some from dawn to dusk... and some afterwards as well… if ya’ know what I mean?!” *grins* “I might be little brother to you… but, it ain't little ya’ know? This family got the entire package...all the way around…!” *smirks*
EcKo"Word"
[[EcKo and Fury slap hands.]]
Fury“So tell me, bro… why are you here sitting in your locker-room when you could be out there? I bet there are a bunch of cuties down in the arena.
EcKo"Yeah, I know. I've just been back here contiplating my next move! Besides that... I just got to the arena, and I was just un-packing."
Fury“Sure you were...” *laughs* “Just messing with ya. But, hey, it was good seein’ ya’ bro. I gotta’ run. But I'll catch up with you later though.”
EcKo"Alright... good seein' ya! Yo, stop by my hotel room later! But before you do, hit my up on my cell. Ya' know... just in case!" *smirks*
Fury“Aight, bro… later!”
[[The two brothers slap hands as Fury gets up, and walks out the door. EcKo watches Fury walk out the door, then turns his attention to the camera.]]
EcKo“Yo… as you heard me say to my brother… right now, I have my sights set on the United States Heavyweight Title. This coming Monday, on RAW, Suicide will be taking on the U.S. Champ, Trish Stratus for the United States Title. Weather he wins, or loses, I am officially making a challenge to the United States Champion. Either you, Trish… or you, Suicide… next Thursday, at Crucifiction… I challenge you for a shot at the United States Heavyweight Title. So, if you got the balls, or in Trish’s case… the ovaries… you know where ta’ find me! And don’t worry about findin’ me! ‘Cuz… I aint goin’ no where… so, you better get ta’ know me! Peace!”
[[The scene fades to black as EcKo pushes the camera out of his face.]]
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