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Post by fninfamous on Aug 14, 2007 15:55:25 GMT -4
187 was backstage now after his match. Wandering the halls in pain after just being defeated once again by the man known as "The Living Weapon" Jason Cross. He lost his chance to regain the APW World Championship. Such a short title reign, but it was something he had to deal with now. He was in the back of the line now for the World Championship. It was over for him as far as that title went. He continued along down the hall with an arm across his waist and the look of anger in his face. He didn't like to lose. Especially to someone such as one of The Familia's enemies like Jason. He was glad that at least he didn't go down without a fight. He made Jason work for that title. He gave it all he had in the ring, but it wasn't enough to keep that title around his waist. It was over now. He was kind of glad to be rid of the World Championship. It was kind of a relief. The life of a champion can be so stressful sometimes. It was over and done with now. He got the need to be a champion in APW out of his system. He proved he could win the title. He didn't need to prove anything to anyone anymore here. He's a former World Champion now in the history books. That's all people need to know. 187 arrived shortly at a vending machine in the hallway. He needed something to cool himself off for the night. He approached the vending machine and began to reach his free hand into his right pants pocket. 187 pulled a single one dollar bill in American currency out from his pocket and slipped it into the dollar slot of the vending machine. After a couple of seconds, the dollar came sliding back through the slot.
"Damn dolla'."
187 raised an eyebrow and reached up to grab the dollar. He then made sure that there were no folded corners on the dollar and that it was straight. Then he placed it back into the vending machine and it accepted it this time. He looked down at the choices that there was to pick from on the vending machine. 187 reached forward and pushed the button for the bottle water. The vending machine processed his order and the bottle of water dropped down at the hold at the bottom. He leaned forward and reached in to grab the bottle out.
"There we go."
187 grabbed onto the cap at the top of the bottle and proceeded to twist it open. As he was doing so, there was the sound of footsteps approaching where 187 was standing. He quickly took the cap off of the bottle and lifted the opening up to his lips. The sound of someone's voice caught his attention as he was taking a drink from his bottle of water. He turned around to see...
"Hmmm?"
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Post by jdiamond on Aug 14, 2007 18:55:55 GMT -4
Hey Champ or should i say chump Hell looks like you aint so tough Being a self proclaimed OG, After watching your match with The so called 'Living weapon' steroid pumping Jason cross Handed your ass to you
Diamond laughs as he removes his shades
So how does it feel to lose a majort championship.....wait dont answer that i already know the answer.... Must feel real bad.. So what do ypu say 187
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 14, 2007 19:18:17 GMT -4
"Chump, eh? Big talk from.... Whoeva' 'da hell you are..."
187 raises an eyebrow at this person he had never seen before. Must be one of the newer recruits that had flooded APW in recent weeks. A smirk crosses his face as he looks back at the man. He didn't know what he was getting himself into.
"How does it feel to lost a "majort" Championship? Hmmm... Even though you said not to answer, I don't believe I know what it feels like to lose a "majort" Championship. What exactly would 'dat be? 'Dat some kind of new belt 'dat they done put togetha'? Anyways, riddle me 'dis "Batman"... When... at any time during my five years in 'dis bidness... Have I eva' called myself an O.G.? Hmm? I don't recall 'dat in ANY of my interviews, promos, or anything at all I've done. I don't rememba' eva' proclaimin' myself as an O.G. As true as it might be 'dat ALL 'da new breed of lil' thugs runnin' 'round 'dis bidness have swagga'jacked 'da f**k outta my style... I have neva' went on 'da mic and called myself an "O.G." You got me mixed up wit' 'dat otha' punk sumb***h who disappeared from APW. So figure out who you talkin' to befo' you go talkin' sh*t 'bout someone you know not a damn thing about. Anyways... Yeah... I lost my title. So what? You see 'da size of 'dat 'roided up mothaf**ka? There ain't no way in hell 'dat 'dat match was fair, but I ain't complainin'. F**k it. Let his @$$ hold 'dat title. I don't need 'dat sh*t. But yet some no-name Joe Schmoe wanna run his mouth when he has done what in 'dis bidness worth any recognition? Not a damn thing. So fall back talkin' 'dat bullsh*t, 'cause you ain't done a damn thing to pull any weight 'round here. "
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Post by jdiamond on Aug 14, 2007 19:38:59 GMT -4
Well maybe you are right i aint done shit to pull my weight round here and you know what i can start by doiing that by kicking you ass, and as for the O.G part maybe im just stereotyping your punk ass cus you sure dress the part. and could you please speak the language we all speak which would be english
James Cracks a smile
So Mr 187 if you are up for it myself Vs you at Full Throttle, surely because someone of your talent being a former World Champ would never back down from a Fight....Especially with it being agaisnt me......but did you see my match with 'The Familia Genera' Justice aries as he likes to call himself if you did you may have noticed that i will not go down without a fight
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 14, 2007 20:25:49 GMT -4
"Same ol' bullsh*t, different bullsh*tta'."
187 just shrugs his shoulders. He would have just let this poor excuse of a challenge from a complete stranger just go and be about his business. But naturally, 187 just responded by saying...
"Please come up wit' some betta' material. 'Da same ol' recycled insults get old. Anyways... You? Kick my @$$? Ha! Don't press ya luck b***h. You think you got what it takes to beat me? Pfft... Why you think 'dat? 'Cause Jason Cross beat me? News flash. Steroids often causes somethin' called "'Roid Rage" as well as unnatural strength 'dat could not have been achieved wit'out some assistance. Go ahead. Use yo' excuse 'dat Cross beat me. 'Dat b***h couldn't handle me wit'out 'da needle in his @$$. But if you wanna early grave..."
He simply just shrugs.
"Who am I to deny you what you want? Justice introduced you to 'da way we do things. Guess you just didn't learn. A'ight. You want to put yo' life on 'da line tryna' battle wit' 'da best? Fine by me. Welcome to 'da Familia Suicide Hotline. Bring yo' punk @$$ to 'da ring next week. No weapons. No stipulations. Just yo' punk @$$ and me in 'da ring. Just don't b***h and complain when I put you to sleep... permanently."
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Post by jdiamond on Aug 15, 2007 13:57:57 GMT -4
Im Surprised 187 that you would choose a singles match it is judging by the way you dress and all those battle scars i would have thought that you would have chosen something a bit more physical, But i guess im sadly mistaken, but on the other hand im sure your trying to prove a point and i really dont get what it is and one other thing is i will never learn, i like many of the superstars what to see the Famila taken down...See you in the ring 187
Diamond puts his shades back on and walks down the hall to his locker room
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 15, 2007 15:53:57 GMT -4
He's quite the pleasant one isn't he?...
The words from down the corridor from where his Familia brethren stood watching as his just recently acquired opponent made his departure...A smirk formed across his face as he slowly approached his good friend, a bit of a limp in his steps as he proceeds. The effects of the injury still lingering a bit as he continues, extending his hand to his brother...
Tough night out there tonight was it not? But we both know that the title doesn't make the man now don't we Mr. Taylor?...
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 15, 2007 16:20:02 GMT -4
"Yeah. All these new cats know 'da deal though. Gotta make a name fo' ya self? Take on 'da most powa'ful and most dangerous family known to man. They just don't know what 'da f**k they dealin' wit' though. Damn shame, really..."
He then turns to his brother after watching the man who had challenged him make his exit. He extends his hand out to meet Vegas' and firmly takes ahold of it. A few quick shakes before releasing it. 187 looked him up and down noticing the way he was standing. Injuries are such a pain.
"Titles don't make 'da man. 'Dats fo' sure. It's 'da man 'dat makes 'da title. Jason got 'da betta' of me tonight. I might be gettin' too old fo' 'dis. Or gettin' myself too hurt doin' 'dis. Oh well. I ain't gotta prove nothin' no mo'. They can't say I was neva' 'da champion anymo'. You lookin' like someone done broke you good. Don't tell me one of them mistresses of yo's done took 'da bite outta my brotha'."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 15, 2007 16:26:25 GMT -4
A slight chuckle escapes the King's lips before responding.
Broken? Now I'd hardly categorize a minor injury as such my friend. Merely a case of overexersion I think. With as hard as we've worked over the course of the past year or so, it's bound to catch up to us yes? Besides, I figure why not give the lesser athletes outside of the Familia a chance to get a bit of air time...Even though the fans will still continue to hunger for us...It's the least I can do I think, don't you?
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 15, 2007 16:40:55 GMT -4
A smirk crosses his face one more as he laughs to himself at what Vegas had said. It's true. APW's roster needed a break from being in the graps of their family. Got to let the peons get a break once in a while.
"Haha. I know I'm feelin' 'da effects every night man. Damn near exhaust ourselves day in and day out just to let people know what it is. But you're right though. Gotta give some of 'da young breed a chance to get some time to shine. Give 'dis new blood a chance to make a name fo' themselves. 'Dat way 'da fans ain't got such a high demand fo' us. They just don't realize 'dat we are doin' them a favor by lettin' them even be in 'da same ring as us."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 15, 2007 19:53:18 GMT -4
A long sigh as he allowed for his body to lean against the wall of the corridor...His hands placed into his pockets as he tilted his head towards the ceiling above...
Isn't that the truth my friend, isn't that the truth. We've done a lot over the course of this past year Mr. Taylor. We've survived a lot as well. I do believe...Even with how good we are? Perhaps the time for...Rest has arrived for us.
His vision slowly lowers to meet those of the one man who had been there with him throughout all of the Familia's ups and downs. If he was the brain of the Familia, then respectively 187 was indeed the heart of the Familia...He nodded his head as that trademark smirk reappeared on his face once more...
The look in your eye tells me you too are realizing this?...
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 15, 2007 21:45:52 GMT -4
187 paused for a moment after Vegas spoke. It's been a long time coming but it was inevitable to happen. They couldn't do this forever. Continuing to strive further and further with no time for stopping was never a good thing. Being in the ring without stopping can take it's toll on a person. He looked back at Vegas and nodded...
"A rest would be nice. I can't even describe 'da pain I feel every morning. 'Da years have not been good to me. You know how I get down in 'da ring. Constantly goin' through whateva'. Chairs, ladders, tables, barbwire, steel cages... 'Da sh*t I've done ova' 'da years in 'da ring.... 'Da fights I've fought.... My body is constantly in pain. It's crazy. And I ain't f**kin' up and takin' no pills. I'll live and strive through it. I'll stick it out fo' 'da rest of 'da year. But it might be time to rest fo' awhile."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 15, 2007 21:55:01 GMT -4
He nodded back towards his brother. Indeed this moment was inevitable it seemed. Unavoidable as well. No one could go forever, and with the constant waging of wars on the collective unit that is the Familia only increasing in numbers, it was sure to become that much more grueling and painstaking for them all.
You took the words right out of my mouth my friend. I don't have to tell you how fatigued this all can be. It's not easy being as good as we are eh? Heh...But someone surely HAS to be just that. The best available. We've done so for longer than anyone previously in this sport could even fathom doing so...AS a collective unit the entire time. We should be proud but...I sense the fatigue is spreading through our family as well. Even with the amount of success we've endured this year.
He pauses as a long sigh escapes his lips. An eerie feeling coming over the scene as both men stood motionless...Speechless...Realizing the hard facts of the matter at hand...
I do however find peace in the notion that...With as much as we are seemingly "hated" among our peers?...Heh Heh...They'll miss us just that much my brother. Who else is going to keep them at the top of THEIR game with us on sabbatical?...
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 15, 2007 22:14:58 GMT -4
"Let them figure out what they gonna do. We've done enough. We've done so much so ova' 'da past two years fo' atleast twice 'da amount of time. We've put in our work. We've worked hard to remain at 'da top. We've face so many people in 'dat claimed they was gonna take us down. We've done it all. You can't go anywhere in 'da world... ANYWHERE at all... wit' out someone knowin' just who 'da hell we are. It's insane but it's 'da truth. Doin' what we've done... It's hard. It's been hell. It's been nice, but it's just 'bout 'dat time. Ya know?"
He shrugs his shoulders and just shakes his head a little bit. He knew the shock it would be when it became widely known of this plan between Vegas and 187. They should've know this time was coming.
"Atleast we can rest knowin' 'dat not one single person in 'dis bidness were 'da ones who did it. We decided on our own 'dat we were goin'. Not like anyone here could have. Just sayin'."
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 15, 2007 22:22:34 GMT -4
Too true my friend, too true...Many have tried and ALL have failed. I think they realize the power we possess in this industry. How our names are constantly on the lips of even those in other promotions abroad. Impact Mr. Taylor...That's what it's all about at the end of the day. And as far as the Familia?...We've made ours...And then some. It's only right we go out on our OWN terms of course...But...
He pauses for a second before thinking over an "errand" he needed to run on this evening. He figured why not see if his brethren wanted to accompany him...
Let's not dwell on the inevitable my friend. I do however have...A small errand to run if you will. Tag along?
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Post by fninfamous on Aug 15, 2007 22:47:27 GMT -4
"Yeah. Let's deal wit' 'dis matta' later. As for 'dat small errand?"
He thinks for a moment as he try to remember any plans that he may have or may have not made for tonight. He couldn't think of anything that he had planned on doing. 187 looks back at Vegas and nodded his head slightly.
"Sure. Why not? Whatcha gotta do?"
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Post by King Vegas on Aug 15, 2007 22:55:02 GMT -4
A devious smile crosses his face as he turns slightly, his steps already beginning to carry him down the corridor with his brethren by his side...Just a short trip to the airport my friend. An old associate is in need of transport is all. He should be landing right about...A quick glance towards the watch on his arm before.......Now actually. Let's be on our way shall we? He gets testy when he's made to wait too long. So let's make haste shall we?...And with that the two men continued down the corridor, heading for the nearest exit to the parking garage of the arena for this "errand" of sorts. The "plan" had been laid out as far as the future of the Familia was concerned. Would be quite interesting to see just how things came to a head...And even more so how those directly connected acted and re-acted...TO BE CONTINUED....
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