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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 13, 2007 14:26:56 GMT -4
Hey Man, Nice Shot hits the speaker system and Michael Taylor walks out from backstage. He makes his way quickly to the ring, always business when in front of the audience. He makes his way up the steps and into the ring, making the short walk to the other side to receive a microphone. As he slowly scans the audience in a walk around the ring, his music fades away. After making a circle, he raises the mic as he centers himself in the middle and the camera zooms in.
At Full Throttle, I have the chance to become number one contender for the NationWide Championship. But, I need something more. I have a seven foot wannabe gangster's ass to whip at Game Over. I need something to keep me in top condition for the match. If anyone in the back wants to take on the Ironman, step your ass out on stage and accept this open challenge!
His view is turned towards the stage as the mic lowers, himself and the audience now waiting to see if anyone will accept.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 13, 2007 16:30:47 GMT -4
The sound of Neva' Eva' began to blare through the PA system. The fans attention turn their attention toward the stage as they knew just who to expect. Slowly that low rider begins to pull up across the stage. Tha Infamous 187 looks out toward the ring from the driver seat of the low rider. A smirk crosses his face as he sees Michael Taylor standing there. He shook his head as he turned off the engine. Then 187 reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed the microphone that he brought with him. He then opened his door and began to motion his free hand across his neck for his music to be cut. His music fades, his eyes looking down at the ring from the stage, and it was time to take this challenge. 187 lifted the microphone up to his lips and proceeded to speak...
"Well... Long time, no see.... It's been awhile."
187 laughed to himself.
"Yeah, yeah. I know whatcha probably thinkin'. You gonna say some sh*t 'bout how you beat me last time we met in 'da ring. Yeah. You won. But that was months ago. 'Dat was then... 'Dis is now... You want a match. I need a match. How 'bout it? I'll try not to hurt ya too much befo' my homie Kasino puts yo' punk @$$ outta ya damn misery. So how 'bout it? Let's see if yo' @$$ can do it again."
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 14, 2007 7:47:24 GMT -4
The mic slowly raises back up as Taylor locks his eyes on 187 on the stage.
It has been a few months, hm? I mean, yeah I beat you. Now? Your a former APW World Champion and I'm having trouble winning at all. Amazing how our paths have went, isn't it? If anything, people see me as the underdog in this match. Hell, in ANY match. I just hope you don't let that go to your head. At Full Throttle, I plan on making an example out of you just for your boy Kasino. He'll get to see what he has coming to him at Game Over. I guarantee you, it won't be pretty.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 14, 2007 16:59:07 GMT -4
"Make an example? Out of me? You're kiddin' right? Ha! Yeah.... right...."
187 shook his head at Michael Taylor's words. Typical Taylor. Always making light of his opponents.
" 'Da only example 'dats going to be made is 'da one of me.... Showin' you.... How it's done. It's funny though. How you try to act as if yo' on top of yo' game and act as if sh*t is all cool. Yet you're still barely hangin' on at 'da bottom. Where as I was at 'da top of 'da mountain once. Former APW World Champion, as you've said yo'self. And you're gonna be makin' an example out of me? You can try as you may. Try as you might. But I ain't 'da same person I was all those monthes ago. You betta' bring yo' A game, if you got any left. I ain't gonna hesitate to hurt yo' @$$ and I damn sure ain't gonna feel sorry fo' yo' luck recently."
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