tough (o2a)

[warrior]

"Stricken" hits the airwaves, as the lighting changes colors to more of a greener color...Warrior, microphone in hand walks down to the ring with his pride belt around his shoulder, with a suit on, instead of wrestling gear. Alot of heavy boos come as Warrior is yelling shut up to them all...

Ladies and Gentlemen...WELCOME TO ACTION PACKED WRESTLINGGGG!!!!AHH!!!....(crowd cheers for a little bit) Now...I realize i'm not the number one contender...I'll admit...I blew it...But ya know something...IM CLOSER TO GOLD THEN WHAT ALL U PEOPLE WILL EVER BE! (Boos) Now...Ladies and Gents...we are only a few weeks away from APW's finest PPV in it's short history....GAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!....Now....As a warm up match for any match I may have at Game Over, I decided to take a break from my YB woes as well as my NW woes to issue an Open Challenge for this week...Your gonna lose anyway, but any takers on hand?

A long pause developes untill...

[fninfamous]

Another young punk in need of learning his place here in APW? Guess who's duty they thought it was to bring them back to reality? You already know. The sound of a new theme song never heard before hit the PA system. It was the sound of the song "Neva' Eva' "by Trillville and Lil' Jon. Instead of someone coming through the backstage curtain, a low rider with multiple colors and flames on it was seen driving up onto and across the stage. And it just so happens to be Tha Infamous 187 behind the wheel of that car in his red, black, and white camouflage clothing. The sound of cheers filled the arena. A sound that 187 hasn't heard in awhile now when he made his presence known. He looks out toward the ring with a smirk across his face and scoffs at the sight of Warrior. He then goes ahead to start hitting a few switches inside the low rider which then would make it's hydraulics start bouncing on stage. This caused the fans to cheer even louder now. 187 then returned the low rider back to it's normal level and shut the ignition off by turning and taking the key out. He slipped the key into his pants pocket and opened the door to step out. After getting out of the car, he would shut the door and throw his arms up into the air. Nodding his head in the satisfaction of the response he was getting tonight. Then he would proceed to make his way down the ramp and jump up onto the ring apron. 187 climbed into the ring through the ropes and looked at Warrior once again. He shook his head as he walked over to the side of the ring and requests a microphone from a ringside staff member. Which one would rush a microphone to Tha Infamous 187 so that he could be heard. Now with microphone in hand, 187 slowly backsteps away from the side of the ring and uses his free hand to signal across his neck for the music to be cut. The music fades, he stands infront of Warrior with a microphone in hand, and that smirk still on his face as he looked at him. He slowly lifts the microphone up to his lips and proceeds to speak...

"Well you people really know how to make a man feel welcomed."

He laughs as the fans begin to cheer again. They could tell that 187 was back to his usual self now. Nodding his head again, he continues...

"What do we have here? Anotha' one of 'da new blood tryna' make a name fo' himself again? Does he not know what we do to people in 'dis bidness who do not know their place? I guess it's up to me to take out 'da trash once again wit' these fools. You can call me 'da Clean-Up Man. Now here we have a pathetic excus fo' a champion. Holdin' a belt 'dat gets no pull 'round here. Actin' like he's 'da sh*t. Well lemme tell you somethin', you still don't matta' at all. Standin' here all dressed up in yo' suit with a mask on to hide yo' shame. You wanted to challenge anyone to a match right? A lil' warm-up as you called it? I'm here. I'm answerin'. Whatcha got to say 'bout 'dat?"

[warrior]

Warrior looks at the belt, then to the bottom of the ring, then at 187, then smiles...

"Ladies and Gentlemen....Tha Infamous one....187 (The crowd cheers wildly)...Ya know....I kinda admired you for a little...Yeah, as a matter of fact I did...Homie!(Warrior gets a little scared for calling him a homie, as if 187 was gonna do something)...But ya know what? I'm gonna have to finish what No-No couldn't...beat you....

Warrior looks around for a little bit then talks again...

ya know 187....me and you aint too different, believe it or not...No, were not...You act ghetto, comin from the streets, but what very little that people know about me is that well...so did I...You won't believe how far I went and how little I got....thats for another conversation though....

Warrior looks around as "Boring" and "187" chants begin...

look...for a good 7-8 years of my life....I was the true meaning of hardcore...and for you to except my Open Challenge...Why? What do you bring to the table? A title reign that didn't last long? Pathetic...(boos) Your past your prime to whereas I am still on the rise, I still have good fights left in me....

Warrior once more looks around...

Now...As far as me and Nolan are concerned...It's apparent we still have our own problems....but I guess if one YB can't get it done...the other will....

Warrior mouths something to 187 as he waits...

[fninfamous]

187 stood there and looked at Warrior with a serious look on his face for a brief moment. Not saying a word at all. Just staring at Warrior as if he was staring a hole right through him. Then 187 just all of a sudden burst into laughter in Warrior's face. Was this guy serious? 187 sure hoped he wasn't. He shook his head and then looked up at Warrior again. Another burst of laughter escaped 187 as he couldn't contain how funny he thought Warrior's words were. He lifts his free hand up to his face and pretends to wipe a tear from his eye after laughing so much. Once he calmed down a bit, he lifted the microphone up to hips lips and said...

"Wow... Just wow... I haven't laughed like 'dat in ages..."

He took a deep breath before letting out a sigh.

" 'Dat was funny. 'Dat was really funny man. You should be a comedian wit' 'dat kind of material. It's funny how many of these mothaf**kas out here claim they some fans and claim they admired me. I'm touched. I really am. It's a shame I'ma have to hurt one of my fans but..."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh well. And it's cute 'dat you got a lil' nickname fo' ya homie I just mirked last week. "No-No?" What 'da hell kind of nickname is 'dat? Sounds like some kind of dirty lil' secret to me, but I ain't sayin' nothin' 'bout it. You just do whatcha do if 'dat kind of sh*t makes you happy. But on a mo' serious note... You and me bein' not bein' different? Hell no. You see. I don't "act" ghetto. I don't "act" in front of these people. Whatcha see befo' you is who I really am. No gimmicks needed. No actin' involved. And you think just 'cause you claim you came from 'da streets 'dat you're 'on 'da same level as me? Nah. Not even on yo' best day. You ain't been where I been, seen what I seen, and could NOT handle doin' what I did. Trust me. Just 'cause you got "Blood" attached to yo' lil' punk @$$ squads name, don't mean you even close to bein' like me. I don't come out here wit' some generic @$$ mask 'dat you probably had yo' mama sew fo' you. And wear whateva' it is 'dat you were wearin' fo' 'da day to 'da ring 'cause you ain't got enough style to wear somethin' decent as fighting apparel. I'm sorry, but you just look like some Joe Schmo picked up outta' one of them punk @$$ backyard wrestling videos. What were 'da Angels thinkin' when they signed you a contract?"

He shook his head in disappointment.

"And then you wanna ask what I bring to 'da table? You wanna know what I bring to 'da table? Lemme show you what I bring to 'da table..."

187 uses his free hand to reach into his pants pocket. As he pulls his hand out, it is very easy to see what 187 had pulled from his pocket. A stack of "Ben Franks," meaning what 187 brings to the table is value.

" 'Dat is what I bring to 'da table. 'Dis is what I bring to 'da table when you step into 'da ring wit' me. What do I do? I put @$$es in seats. I make ratings hit an all time high point in 'dis bidness. You see my name somewhere? You betta' grab yo' pillow case. 'Cause you gonna need it when them sales go through 'da roof. "

He places the money back into his pocket.

"What do people do when they see 'da name "Warrior" somewhere? They laugh. They feel sorry fo' 'da sucka 'dat believed you was even in 'da least bit entertaining. True meanin' of hardcore? B***h please. I REDEFINED what it was meant to be a hardcore wrestla'. I REDEFINED what it took to survive in 'da hardcore world. Whateva' 'da hell you did in yo' backyard was nothin' more than mere stupidity brought on by tryna' imitate what you saw me doin' on 'da television. And you still think you on my level? Nah. Neva' 'dat. Then you want to bring up my title reign like 'da rest? Let me break it down to you... It's hard to beat someone who can't pull 'da needle out they @$$. Someone who could not survive in 'dis bidness because he needed an injection to get an edge on 'da competition. Someone who is a freak of nature now because he feels 'da need to be "bigga'" than 'da rest. 'Dat wasn't a loss fo' me. Everytime I stepped into 'da ring wit' 'dat big b***h, it's a challenge. It's hard to beat someone who is nothin' but pure manufactured muscle. There's not a bit of him 'dat was made from real hard work. He stuck a needle in his @$$ and blew up like a balloon. Wanna talk 'bout me losin' my title? Think 'bout 'da 'roid-heads in 'dis bidness befo' you talk sh*t. You wanna talk titles? Put 'dat piece of sh*t on yo' shoulda' on 'da line. I know it ain't an APW title, but if you so f**kin' confident 'bout yo' skills. Put 'dat piece of sh*t on 'da line and I'll show you what I'm all about in 'dis b***h."

[warrior]

Warrior looks at 187 from head to toe, then laughs for a little bit, then gives a smirk. He puts the mic right by his face again, only to laugh. this time, so hard that he falls to the floor. Once he gathers himself, he begins to speak...

thats funny...I thought you had said piece of....well, you know the last word...Look, this may not be an APW belt, but i still sure as hell am crazy to defend it anywhere and anytime I damn well please...

Warrior lowers the mic as he picks the belt back up to his shoulder...

Ya know...I looked up to you as...a role model....Not that I need one but...I did...But now, it's coming all the more clear to me that your nothing but an "Act"...yes I said it..."Act"...You think that just because you put on a bandana on your mouth and come out w/ a lowrider, you hardcore? Go to where I was in 1993, and trust me, you wouldn't last two seconds there...

Warrior gets in his face...

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, I'M SURE AS HELL NOT GONNA SIT BACK AND LET YOU TALK ABOUT MY PAST!

Warrior calms down...

I was in a certain promotion some 14 years ago, give or take, and ya know what? Go up against those people and see how long you last...Don't you EVER...Ever call it backyard wrestling. It sure as hell wasn't...

Warrior looks at the crowd...

See ya this weekend 187....

Warrior drops the mic as "Stricken" plays, and before exiting the ring, Warrior pretends to shine his belt...He goes up the ramp, but comes back to the ring, and grabs 187's mic...

And as for this title....ITS ON!

Warrior then shoves the mic into 187's stomach then makes his leave....