2nd Try {Invite}

[emily]

*The Clash of the Titans Pay Per View was a few days away and Emily had once again caught up with one of the four men that would be stepping into the unforgiving cell structure come show time. Harris & Trigga vs. Royal Flush was set to be quite the violent showing and by the history and bad blood between the four men, it would surely steal the show on may accounts.*

*Her last attempt to conduct such an interview went sour quickly when things got out of hand between two of them. Which brings her to this particular day where she stands in front of the locker room of one Mr. Austin Harris, attempting to get a few last words from him before the show a few days away.*

Well Mr. Harris, it's good to see you once again after the way our last meeting went with Royal Flush. I of course never got the chance to get your side of the bad blood between your respective tag teams sir.

As well as Mr. Trigga's. Now what exactly is YOUR take on the situation at hand and where do you believe all of the hatred towards one another comes from? If it comes from anywhere for that matter.

[shootingstar]

Harris stands next to Emily outside of his locker room and listens to what she had to say. After she asked the question of where the bad blood came from, Harris cleared his throat and raised a sleeve of his black sweatshirt.

[glow=orange,2,300]Well Miss Blake, I guess you could say the bad blood between us started this summer in New York. I ended up at the Fam’s locker room and made a pretty bad mistake of wanting in so to say. I got thrown on my ass which I thought was pretty inappropriate and we have never really gotten along since then. But when we were all packed in that bar, things got out of hand and lets just say I got 20 plus stitches put in my head thanks to 187. We’ve hated each other since that day and this Sunday we WILL shut them up for one last time![/glow]

[emily]

I see, I see. I didn't know you once sought to enter into the Familia ranks yourself Mr. Austin. But hearing that I have to ask this question to you sir. Do you believe that you have rightfully so harsh feelings towards the Familia as a whole? Or perhaps this is a case of you, MAYBE being a little bit angry because you weren't accepted?

[shootingstar]

[glow=orange,2,300]The anger? The anger is long gone Miss Blake. The Fam take things way to far. They come up with gay jokes pretty much everytime we see them and we are tired of it. At Clash Of The Titans, Royal Flush have no idea what is coming![/glow]

[emily]

Okay Mr. Harris. I see that this is in fact very deep rooted between you four men. After the match at Clash of the Titans, where do you see Harris and Trigga then? Having put this behind yourselves and all I mean?

[Dice Dillinger]

With Permission

+Before Harris can answer the question asked by Miss Blake, from out of camera view comes a chair to his back, forcing Harris to one knee as Dice stands over him taunting him as he readies himself for another shot to his fallen foe...+

[glow=red,2,300]It's gon' be over huh?!!? Huh Harris, you little bitch!!!...
[/glow]
+With the swing of the chair, Dice connects with the man's back once again , forcing Harris back to his feet actually as the pain shoots through the middle and his lower back...Dropping the chair, Dice pushes Miss Blake aside, grabbing the back of Austin's head leading him to a nearby table with what seemed like some type of recording equpiment scattered across it. Without a second thought he gets almost a running start and sends Harris' face flying towards the pile of electronics causing for a loud thud to be heard while Miss Blake can be heard screaming for help...As Harris lay across the table on top of the scattered debris, Dice turns to face a understandably worried Emily Blake...+

[glow=red,2,300]No need of yellin' now baby girl. This sumbitch is fuckin' done!...His ass ain't making it to Clash damn it...Watch this...[/glow]

+...Dice then turns to face Harris once more, but by this time he had gotten back to his feet and then...+