Cowards...(O2A)

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Taylor steps through the curtain onto the stage, his music playing over the speaker system as he is showered with boos. He smirks at the simpletons that is the APW audience as he makes his way to the ring. He steps in and is handed a microphone by the ring announcer, who takes his leave afterwards. Taylor centers himself in the ring as he raises the mic to speak.

Cowards. That's what each and every person in the back is. Even that bastard Richard Hugh. He was so afraid I would kill Buck Wylde that he didn't allow our match to happen on Full Throttle. Now, Wylde is suddenly wanting a shot at the Nationwide Championship. The only thing he has even managed to do here is make some dumb, blonde, whore famous by allowing her to star in one of his personal pornographic films. No matter. The Nationwide Champion and Mr. Wylde are both insignificant.

Who else is a coward? Our current World Champion, Blaze, that's who. Dead my ass. I called him out, then he conveniently "disappears" to keep that precious title around his waist that much longer. That's right, folks. The APW World Champion has no juevos between her legs. She ran scared!

A pause as he is showered with more boos. He chuckles a bit, clearly not caring one bit about the fans opinions. They were as insignificant as all the "wrestlers" backstage right now.

Anyhow. On to far more important business than those pests. The Ironman needs an opponent for Clash Of The Titans since there was an OBVIOUS misprint on the paperwork and I was not placed in the Clash Of The Titans event itself. So, which of you insignificant peeons is going to step up to the plate? I'm waiting.

He lowers the mic as he waits for a challenger to step forward.

[havik]

~Chris Havik emerges from backstage. With a puzzled look on his face, he brings his mic to his lips to speak~

Whoa, man. WHOOOOOOOOA!!! Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I'm mean, there's one thing to have a chip on your shoulders, but you've got a CRACK on yours. Jesus, man. Lighten up. You know what you need, Mr. Taylor? You need to get LAID. That would release some of that pent up tension ya' have goin' there. Seriously dude, you look like you're gonna pop.

~The crowd gets behind Chris' cracks on Taylor~

But all jokes aside, you look like a guy who's swimming in sour grapes. A title hungry tight ass who needs a reality check. So what if Blaze, er...Gregory...WHATEVER the hell he calls himself now, has been duckin' you. Suck it up! What, do you think being world champ is everything? Is that your ONLY drive in this company? If that is, do us all a fave, dude. Pack up your bags and get the hell outta Dodge. Because I'll tell you the reason why no one's stepping up to you. It's cuz you're a JOKE. An even bigger joke then Bryan Jasta. At least he shows up for work. I've been here a month now and I didn't even know who you were until like...3 days ago. Now since I myself don't have a match either, and my next match versus "Mr. Personality" isn't until the next Full Throttle, I think I'll take you up on this challenge. Bust you up a few minutes, and move on to fry a bigger fish in 2 weeks.

~Lowering his mic, Chris awaits the reply of Taylor~

["Ironman" Michael Taylor]

Who are you again? What have you done here? I was in the match to decide the first World Champion. I was injured, so I took time off. A match like the BattleZone will do that to you. Now kid, in case you weren't listening, I NEVER said I wanted a shot at Blaze for the title. I have a much more personal vendetta to settle with him. That's why I want to destroy him. Pull your head outta your ass and use a Q-tip every once in a while. You'll learn more that way.

He is showered with boos as he laughs at the child standing on the stage. He has no idea what he's getting into.

Kid, I've competed with the very best APW has to offer. I've BEATEN the very best APW has to offer. You want me to crush you at Clash Of The Titans? Fine. The match is on!

He looks to the ceiling, staring at nothing in particular as he speaks.

Steele! Hugh! You hear that! The match is made! Make sure it gets on the damn card this time! Otherwise, I WILL come to your offices and I WILL crush you!

He looks back at Havik.

Kid, prepare to be made at Clash Of The Titans. Prepare to be TAYLOR MADE!

Hey Man, Nice Shot hits over the speaker system as Taylor finishes up. A short staredown between the two ensues before the scene fades to black.