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Jerry Jerry Jerry!!!!


Jerry Jerry Jerry!!!! Round 1!!!! DING DING!!!! Its the fight between A.J. and J.C. over the initial idea. A.J. is extemely pissed off. He beleives in his clogged with poisen mind that J.C. took his initials for name idea. The Backstreet Boys came first then Nsync, therefore A.J. had his name first. So now A.J. is on Jerry Springer to confront J.C. Take it on from there............
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Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen. Here is your host Jerry Springer!!!!

Jerry Springer: Thank you thank you all. Today we are here to talk to two members from two different boy groups. Today's show is called, "You Stole My Initial Idea, Now Im Going To Kick Your A*beep*" Lets bring out our first guest A.J. McLean from the BackStreet Boys.

::crowd -mix of cheers and boos-::

::A.J. sits in his chair::

Jerry Springer: Hi there A.J.

A.J.: Hey jerr

Jerry Springer: A.J. why did you feel you had the need to come on the show here today?

A.J.: Well, its quite simple...one moment please...

Jerry Springer: Sure...

::A.J. puts on several nicotine patches::

A.J.: Okay like I was saying. Well, its quite simple really. Im here to confront J.C. about stealing my 2 initial name idea and the main reason I came on this show is so I can beat his a*beep* legally.

::Crowd cheering::

Jerry Springer: Calm down. Calm down. Well, I have to hand it to ya A.J. I always thought you as a little fairy that always tried to dress and look tough. But you came out on the show and your saying how your going to kick everyones a*beep* you should be proud of your fruity self. A.J. are you listening to me? You should have said something like huh by now.

::A.J. on the floor smoking 4 cigarittes at once::

Jerry Springer: A.J. your not allowed to smoke in here. A.J. AJ.......

A.J.: Shut the f*beep* up man dont you see I need a smoke!!!!

Jerry Springer: Just send out J.C. Chasez from Nsync!!!!

::J.C. comes out and sits in his chair 10-20 feet away from A.J.::

::crowd cheers, not knowing his well boring personality::

J.C.: Hi all.

Jerry Springer: Hey. Let me start this off. J.C., A.J. is upset about somethng that involves you.

J.C.: What?

A.J.: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!?????????!!!!!!!???????!!!!!!!!! You dont even know!!!!! You stole my name you jacka*beep* and a half, now give me a f*beep*ing light!!!!!!

J.C.: I did? My agent gave me this name. I mean sure I brought up the type of short name I wanted but come on. And sorry I dont have a light.

A.J.: D*beep*IT!!!!!! You took my 2 name intitial thingamagige. I went by that name desperatley. Thats how im still known in the BackStreet Boys!!!!

J.C.: Jeez pal im sorry.

A.J.: Pal!!!!!!!

Jerry Springer: Hold on here let me cut in for a sec. Now J.C. will you stop being so f*beep*ing boring your putting the crowd asleep.

J.C.: Sorry.

Jerry Springer: With some enthusiasm damnit!!!!!!!!!!!

J.C.: Okay im f*beep*ing sorry okay, s*beep*t.

Jerry Springer: Thats better. Now, before I send out our next guest lets get some reactions from the crowd.

Teenybopper from the crowd: MEEEEE!!!!!! A.J. your the best!!!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!!........

Teenybopper 2 from the crowd interupts: No J.C. your the greatest. I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::both start a little argument but settles down quickly::

Jerry Springer: Umm, okay. Anyone else with an intelligent comment or question this time?

Guy from the crowd: Yo Jerry over here.

Jerry Springer: Go ahead sir.

Guy from the crowd: Can I ask you guys a question?

A.J.: Just did.

Guy from the crowd: Uhh oh someone is trying to act tough.

A.J.: How about if I come over their and and YEAH!!!!

J.C.: Stop the violence

A.J.: Stop being so f*beep*ing boring!!!!

Guy from the crowd: My question is!!!! My question is what are your real names because these stage names suck?

A.J.: ::turning red:: Im okay. My real name is Alexander James.

J.C.: My name is Joshua Scott.

Guy from the crowd: No wonder your real names suck more than your stage names.

::Crowd giggles some sceam yeah!!!!::

::A.J. gets up:: -oh your a*beep* is mine-

::Guy is up waiting to throw a punch:: -I bet you mean that literally you fag-

::J.C. sits their lke Al Gore::

::Guards come foward and calm A.J. down::

Jerry Springer: Okay okay, calm down. Anyone else with a question or whatever?

Woman from the Crowd: Yes, Jerry I have a comment.

Jerry Springer: Go ahead.

Woman from the crowd: Yes for the greatly addicted smoker. I think you should drop this zero and get yourself a hero!!!!

::crowd cheering::

A.J.: What the hell?

J.C.: Im not a zero.

Jerry Springer: Uhh excuse me. What does that have to do with anything? What are you talking about?

Woman from the crowd: Arent they gay lovers and the boring guy is treating the addicted smoker badly?

Jerry Springer: Noooooooo

Woman from crowd: Oh..........

::rest of the crowd -Oh- -Oh man-::

A.J.: I really need a smoke. Damn a*beep*es from the crowd dont even know what the hell is going on.

::Crowd -BOOOOOO!!!!!!-::

A.J.: Oh shut the f*beep* up!!!!

J.C.: Shut up cry baby.

A.J.: What!?!?!?!?!?!

Jerry Springer: Okay thats enough. Now fellas I have a person you both know that is going to try and help you with your problem. Send him out!!!! Ladies and gentlemen Lou Pearlmen!!!!

::Crowd still feeling after affects of J.C.'s bore therefore no cheering::

Jerry Springer: Lou help out these two please.

Lou Pearlmen: Be glad to Jerry. Now listen boys, you dont have to be jealous of each other. You both are famous sexy men and I f*beep*ed you both.

::Crowd and Jerry suddenly look up in shock::

A.J.: Umm, shut up now.

J.C.: Uhh. Are they suppose to know that?

Lou Pearlmen: Im joking, im joking. Now listen......

A.J.: I need a smoke.

J.C.: Would you shut the f*beep* up.

A.J.: Excuse me. Is Mr. Bore coming alive? What the f*beep* did you just say? You want to go right now?

A.J.: Why not?

Lou Pearlmen: Now listen here, both of you f*beep*ing stop it. I own both of you a*beep*h*beep*es now shut up and bow before me.

::A.J. and J.C. look at each other. Jerry Springer smiles because he knows whats coming. Security goes back 50 feet so that this event can continue longer. Now A.J. and J.C. smack Lou Pealrmen. Lou Pearlmen falls on his fat a*beep*. Studio shakes. Crowd on their feet cheering Jerry Jerry. Jerry Spring smiling. A.J. and J.C. start to fight. Someone in the crowd screams cat fight!!!!!!!!::

A.J.: Im going to kill you then smoke you like you were a giant cigarette.

J.C.: I dont think so. I will use my great personality against you.

::A.J. and J.C. fight like girls and gays combined. Which means pulling hair, slapping each other, cheap shots, and grabbing each others n*beep*s::

Teenybopper 1 from the crowd from before: GO A.J. GO!!!!

Teenybopper 2 from the crowd from before: NO!!!! GO J.C. GO!!!!!

Tennybopper 1: Oh thats it bitch. ::slaps teenybopper 2 in the face::

::Teenybopper 2 screeches and reacts by slapping as well::

::Both teenybpper 1 and teenybopper 2 are having a cat fight::

Jerry Springer: Thats it!!!!! Its time for my final thought.

::Goes to his little place with the blended colored picture in back of him::

::Jerry Springer: Now its time for my final thought. Today we have experienced plenty of bull*beep*. This bull*beep* was over nothing. Just a dumb stealing of initial idea. One big fat guy who made these two is now on the floor in what looks to be a struggling heart attack. The two, J.C. and A.J. are still cat fighting like a bunch of pu*beep*es, which proves both arent tough at all and which just proved my point before about A.J. being a wossy. We shouldnt fight over things like this ::chair suddenly comes flying across:: Like I said we shouldnt be fighting over this, we should be fighting over these shmucks ruining music. Thats why ::Jerry picks up chair:: Im going to kick both of their a*beep*es. ::Wacks A.J. and J.C. in the head with the chair:: Thats it for my final thought. Until next time take good care of yourself and each other.

::continues to beat Lou Pearlmen, A.J., and J.C.. The guards are doing the same::

-THE END-

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