Plastic Man Come Out & Play {Taylor}

[Kasino Royale]

+J.R. Writer's "Riot Pump" blasts from the PA system to the fans adulation through the arena as the self proclaimed baddest MF alive steps through the curtain. There was a priceless smile on his face as he slowly began his slow walk towards the entrance ramp, and begun his way down to ringside. All the while down, soaking up the crowd's reaction, the boos, the cheers, all of it. He knew without a doubt he'd miss every bit of it regardless of their reaction. Before long he had arrived at ringside, grabbing a microphone from ringside and slowly climbing his massive frame into the ring, preparing for the challenge he came out tonight to issue. He waits a few seconds, letting the music come to a complete stop before starting up...+

*Sigh* Well mothafucka's...Seems like once again...The Big Man has gotta straighten out one of the big smack talkers in the back man. It never fails I guess. But this time around...It's some jackass in the back runnin' around callin' himself some super hero type shit. Ironman I believe it is. I don't know who this sumbitch is to be honest with ya'. The homies Dice & 7 said he's some absent ass who rarely even takes time to pull his head out of Nicole Storm's ass half the time. Well...Even so...The Big Man has been hearin' some things in the back and in the locker rooms...Somethin' about...Taylor...Havin' some type of beef...With my woman and...

+Kasino pauses, hearing the oohs and ahhs from the crowd. They knew what it was as soon as he said that Stacie was involved. His face had frowned up pretty bad by now, the anger in him already starting to boil over before he knew it. He shakes his head, slowly pacing back and forth looking out into the audience as he went on...+

Yea I know right?...Nah...Shit ain't happenin' like that. Not at all. Now for real I know what it's all about. I already know. It's about how Stacie destroyed Nicole's ass after their match last week and left that half talking english bitch a pile of crap in the center of the ring...And I just gotta say that...That whole act Stac put on our here...The whole thing. The language she used, the things she did to Nicole on that night...The animal instinct she showed, showing no mercy for Storm out here?...Was the sexiest damn thing I ever seen a woman do in a wrestling ring...Ha Ha...No really, really...I mean she did things I myself haven't done to sumbitches in this ring man. Damn I love that girl, I swear I do. But let's not get sidetracked here folks. It all boils down to this. He got a problem with her?...He damn sure got one with the 6'10 mothafucka' you see standing in this ring AND the Fam as a whole. So...Ya' already know what it is Taylor. No need of hiding behind Nicole's skirt any longer man. I know the smell of rotten sardines gotta be killin' ya' while ya' down there anyway so get yer ass out here and let's set up somethin' so I can shut you the hell up once and for all, and me and my woman can move the hell on from screwing with you two losers. Come on...

+The fans were loving the words from the big man, instantly erupting into cheers as they too were waiting for the man in question to show his face. And within moments of Kasino speaking the man's name, his attention was turned to the stage when the entrance music hit, forcing a smile to his face as he saw that his next target had found the balls to actually show up...+

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

He did just that. He stepped out on stage as his music blared throughout the arena. His walk to the ring was quick, focused, all business. He was wanting revenge.....and it was calling his name. He made his way up the steps and stepped into the ring. He walked straight up to the big man, looking up at him, a stare straight into his eyes. He was pissed. No fear shown for even a moment. A mic had accompanied him on his trip down, raised slowly up to his lips for all to hear just what he had to say.

You want to fight me cause that little whore of yours decided to attack Nicole? I have no problem with that. You can even bring that tramp down to the ring with you. Hell, bring the whole FAMILIA for all I care. It'll take every damn one of you to keep me from breaking your fucking neck.

The mic slowly lowers back to his side, his eyes never faltering their stare into Kasino's. Taylor was ready to fight here and now if need be. He was waiting on the big man to make the next move.

[Kasino Royale]

+Kasino just shook his head after hearing the bullshit spewing from Taylor's mouth. Even after a full season, this one still seemed as green and as dumb as he was the first day he walked through the door. +

Let's be serious for a minute now Taylor. We both know your ass ain't done shit all season but lie on your back staring at the roof of the arena's we compete in man. Hearing 3 counts every damn night. Every damn night gettin' your ass handed to ya' dog. That shit is fuckin' sad man. Your record looks like the complete OPPOSITE of Goldberg's record dude. What are you like 3-138 or some shit? And now ya' wanna call my lady a whore and talk shit about me in the back to your little butt buddies tryin' to look tough. Pfftt...Look jackass, just name the match and we can tack on another number for that loss column buddy boy. One step closer to 200 losses won't hurt ya' too bad bitch. Pick the match type and stop wasting these people's time acting as if you even fuckin' matter.

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

You want a match type? You want to know how I'm going to dismantle you? It's going to be a straight up singles. You can talk about my record all you want. Fact is, it's only going to cost you when you try to count me out. It's been a long year, yeah. How many do you think would still be standing after being through what I have? I keep coming back. Your going to find that out the hard way. No matter how many times you think you got me down, I'll keep coming back for more. I hope your brethren are paying attention. You'll be the example I make before season's end.

[Kasino Royale]

Huh? Who else would have kept comin' back for more? NO damn body most likely. Ya' know why YOU kept comin' back? Cause you're clearly an idiot man. This ain't for you dog. Go bag groceries bitch. Go clean the gutter beside the road with the rest of the prisoners wearing those neon orange jumpsuits man. Shit, sell fuckin' Avon or somethin' but this ain't you homey. It ain't your callin' unless you plannin' on making a career in makin' everybody else look good. Tell ya' what though?...Good start so far. Singles match? Figured you'd take the bitch way out. Don't matter though, either way I'm crackin' ya' skull for the bullshit comments about me and my woman Taylor. Just make sure Nicole has some ice packs standin' by for your sorry ass when I'm done dog. I promise it ain't gonna be pretty for you at all chump.

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Oh? Your angry about a few comments? Your BITCH of a girlfriend damn near broke Nicole's back! How the FUCK you think I feel? You just hope that the rest of the "Familia" is ready to protect her. Cause after Full Throttle? Your going to be laying in a hospital bed just like I had to. Then? THEN? There won't be a DAMN thing to stop me from ripping her ass in half. Whether you like it or not, it's GONNA happen. And if you want to take our match a little further? That's fine with me. We'll throw in a couple extra stipulations. NO INTERFERENCE! NO DISQUALIFICATION! You WANT me to break you, I WILL! I'll have a smile on my face the whole damn time too. There isn't going to be five other people in the ring to wear each other down and let you get a lucky win. It's going to be me and you, one on one. You pissed off the wrong guy. I'll make sure to beat plenty of since into you so you don't make the same mistake twice.

[Kasino Royale]

+PWNT! ;DBitch fell for it. That was all Kasino had to hear, lowering his microphone to his side, nodding his head in agreement to the added stipulations, as he began back pedaling towards the ring rope behind him, the smile on his face as wide as Taylor's loss list itself, and within seconds he was stepping over the ropes and beginning his trek towards the entrance ramp, the entire time keeping a watchful eye on his next victim. Once setting foot on the entrance ramp, his music blasted from the PA system, just as he raised both arms in unison into the air, glancing back towards his next opponent for a brief moment before turning and completing his journey back up the ramp. Bitch sought out, bitch took the bait and now bitch gets his skull cracked. Poetic ain't it? Familia bitches!!!!!!!!!!!+

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

He watched as Kasino grinned, then walked away without another word. Taylor didn't care if Kasino had gotten the rules possibly turned in his favor. He only knew that come Full Throttle, he could get revenge on Stacie by hurting her "man" as she calls him. What they all seem to forget is the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Kasino is one of the biggest guys in the business. He was going to have one long fall when they met in the ring, one on one. Taylor turned away from watching Kasino walk up the ramp, walking over to the ropes and doing his signature taunt used during his entrance. The camera fades away to commercial.....