Post by fninfamous on Dec 1, 2006 17:21:28 GMT -4
The employees, staff and what little roster is already there
alike of APW, are on about their business. The screens of the televisions all over begin to go fuzzy with static for a moment. Leaving everyone in confusion in what is going on. Then something comes back onto the screen. It was a night scene. Unable to identify where the place was. All that could be seen were the headlights of a silver 2003 Corolla….
The driver side of the car opens up and a man about 6’4’’ feet tall steps out. His face can’t be seen because of a black hood of his sweatshirt was over top of his head. This man closes the door and begins to walk towards the front of the car, coming closer to the screen. A shadow of something could be seen in his hand but you couldn’t tell what it was just yet. He kept his head down as if he was staring at the ground as he approached. Once he gets to the screen finally, he slowly lifts his head to look up. That familiar smirk crossed a recognizable face. That scar underneath the left of this face was unmistakable. There seemed to be coldness in the eyes. A piercing stare from a pair of deep blue eyes. He was notorious for what he had done in the past, so this face was stranger to no one. With that smirk on his face, he speaks…
Who ‘da f**k you think it was? Michael Myers? Aha!
He laughs to himself and then slowly begins to walk around as he continues.
January 6th.... Three numba’s are comin’ back… 1-8-7…to ‘da world of wrestlin’…. Mothaf**kas asked me what ‘da hell happened in New York… Lemme put it like ‘dis… I came home… and my family and sh*t was gone… Plain and simple… But I’m back to ‘da ring… Wit’ a new destination… a new company… I’m back to do what I do best… ‘Cause ya see… I’m ‘bout to bring somethin’ to ‘dis company ‘dat ain’t no one bringin’… I’ma bring somethin’ ‘dat ain’t no one could imagine of bringin’… I’ma put @$$es in seats… I’ma show mothaf**kas what takin’ ‘dis game to a whole ‘notha’ level is all about…
He pauses for a moment as he looks straight into the screen.
‘Dis company ‘dat I’m on my way to is called Action Packed Wrestlin’… But it ain’t “Action Packed”…. And any of ‘da fans who done seen ‘da past wrestlin’ bidness of what they’ve seen so far already know ‘dat it ain’t “Action Packed”… Anyone who eva’ seen ‘dat place in Ohio… eva’ been a part of ‘da place in New York… would know ‘dat what they’ve seen so far ‘dat ain’t “packed full of action”… You watchin’ a bunch of people who say they’d do what you’d expect… ‘Dats all you watchin’… But it’s gonna get betta’…
He takes a moment to pauses as he reveals a 40 ounce bottle of Olde English liquor that he brings to his lips. Taking a small sip from the bottle before lowering it back down to his side and continuing.
You see… I’m wit’ APW now... A company controlled by three women by the names Casey, Candice, and Chantell… Whoeva’ the f**k they is… One of them three done got my numba’ somehow and called me… I heard ‘bout ‘dis wrestlin’ company they started and it’s supposed to be somethin’ big… So I scooped up ‘dis lil’ ride and began on my way… *points at the Corolla behind him* But unda’stand somethin’…
He points at the screen as he starts to get hyped up.
When I come to ‘da arena… Whatchu ain’t been gettin’… You gonna get… You wanna see violence…? You gonna get violence… You wanna see blood…? You gonna get blood… You wanna see mothaf**kas get stomped out and rolled on…? You gonna see it…. You wanna see 187 take what’s left in ‘dis 40 ounce and smash it ‘cross ‘da face of some punk @$$ b***h....? You gonna see it… ‘Cause you see…
He points downwards as he stares into the screen.
I’ma ‘da originata’ of all of ‘dis… I’m ‘da fatha’ of all ‘dis gangsta sh*t… All of ‘dis brutality… All of ‘dis controversial sh*t… All of what you’d consida’ “too hot fo’ television”… And all these mothaf**kas walkin’ ‘round tryna’ imitate me but these mothaf**kas will neva’ EVA’ duplicate me… And they STILL can’t get it right… So I picked ‘dis place… APW… A Saturday night…. to come and give ‘da fans ‘da realest sh*t they eva’ gonna see… Fo’ every 187 fan… every wrestlin’ fan… Show up… Watch what I do…
He pauses for a moment to take a breath.
Ain’t nothin’ changed about me… Ain’t no f**kin’ bullsh*t about me… I’m still ‘da most violent mothaf**ka in ‘dis bidness… ‘Dats why you don’t see me no where else… You don’t see me on Wednesday nights…. You don’t see me on Sunday nights anymo’… I’m too much fo’ them too handle… I can’t be controlled… APW… Get ready fo’ ‘dis… 187 fans… Get ready fo’ ‘dis… I’m back to destroy anybody who want it wit’ me… And I’m gonna bring ‘da mothaf**kin’ pain… And I’ma bring it to a level you ain’t eva’ seen befo’ in yo’ life… They say ‘dat 187 done got real outta’ control now…
He points at the screen once again.
When I come to APW… I’ma leave you some memories… I’ma leave you somethin’ to rememba’ me by… to drive on… I’m ‘Da Infamous 187… I’m ‘da original gangsta… I’m gonna be ‘da one who puts ‘da “Action” in “Action Packed Wrestlin’”… Watch what happens… On January 6th….Make sure you there… ‘Cause when it’s all said and done… There gonna be some blood all ova’ ‘dat arena… And it ain’t gonna be mine… We got a date… *blows a kiss* Show up… I owe ya mothaf**kas…
He begins to walk off camera back to his car door as the screen fades to back.
(OOC: Open to reactions ;D)
alike of APW, are on about their business. The screens of the televisions all over begin to go fuzzy with static for a moment. Leaving everyone in confusion in what is going on. Then something comes back onto the screen. It was a night scene. Unable to identify where the place was. All that could be seen were the headlights of a silver 2003 Corolla….
The driver side of the car opens up and a man about 6’4’’ feet tall steps out. His face can’t be seen because of a black hood of his sweatshirt was over top of his head. This man closes the door and begins to walk towards the front of the car, coming closer to the screen. A shadow of something could be seen in his hand but you couldn’t tell what it was just yet. He kept his head down as if he was staring at the ground as he approached. Once he gets to the screen finally, he slowly lifts his head to look up. That familiar smirk crossed a recognizable face. That scar underneath the left of this face was unmistakable. There seemed to be coldness in the eyes. A piercing stare from a pair of deep blue eyes. He was notorious for what he had done in the past, so this face was stranger to no one. With that smirk on his face, he speaks…
Who ‘da f**k you think it was? Michael Myers? Aha!
He laughs to himself and then slowly begins to walk around as he continues.
January 6th.... Three numba’s are comin’ back… 1-8-7…to ‘da world of wrestlin’…. Mothaf**kas asked me what ‘da hell happened in New York… Lemme put it like ‘dis… I came home… and my family and sh*t was gone… Plain and simple… But I’m back to ‘da ring… Wit’ a new destination… a new company… I’m back to do what I do best… ‘Cause ya see… I’m ‘bout to bring somethin’ to ‘dis company ‘dat ain’t no one bringin’… I’ma bring somethin’ ‘dat ain’t no one could imagine of bringin’… I’ma put @$$es in seats… I’ma show mothaf**kas what takin’ ‘dis game to a whole ‘notha’ level is all about…
He pauses for a moment as he looks straight into the screen.
‘Dis company ‘dat I’m on my way to is called Action Packed Wrestlin’… But it ain’t “Action Packed”…. And any of ‘da fans who done seen ‘da past wrestlin’ bidness of what they’ve seen so far already know ‘dat it ain’t “Action Packed”… Anyone who eva’ seen ‘dat place in Ohio… eva’ been a part of ‘da place in New York… would know ‘dat what they’ve seen so far ‘dat ain’t “packed full of action”… You watchin’ a bunch of people who say they’d do what you’d expect… ‘Dats all you watchin’… But it’s gonna get betta’…
He takes a moment to pauses as he reveals a 40 ounce bottle of Olde English liquor that he brings to his lips. Taking a small sip from the bottle before lowering it back down to his side and continuing.
You see… I’m wit’ APW now... A company controlled by three women by the names Casey, Candice, and Chantell… Whoeva’ the f**k they is… One of them three done got my numba’ somehow and called me… I heard ‘bout ‘dis wrestlin’ company they started and it’s supposed to be somethin’ big… So I scooped up ‘dis lil’ ride and began on my way… *points at the Corolla behind him* But unda’stand somethin’…
He points at the screen as he starts to get hyped up.
When I come to ‘da arena… Whatchu ain’t been gettin’… You gonna get… You wanna see violence…? You gonna get violence… You wanna see blood…? You gonna get blood… You wanna see mothaf**kas get stomped out and rolled on…? You gonna see it…. You wanna see 187 take what’s left in ‘dis 40 ounce and smash it ‘cross ‘da face of some punk @$$ b***h....? You gonna see it… ‘Cause you see…
He points downwards as he stares into the screen.
I’ma ‘da originata’ of all of ‘dis… I’m ‘da fatha’ of all ‘dis gangsta sh*t… All of ‘dis brutality… All of ‘dis controversial sh*t… All of what you’d consida’ “too hot fo’ television”… And all these mothaf**kas walkin’ ‘round tryna’ imitate me but these mothaf**kas will neva’ EVA’ duplicate me… And they STILL can’t get it right… So I picked ‘dis place… APW… A Saturday night…. to come and give ‘da fans ‘da realest sh*t they eva’ gonna see… Fo’ every 187 fan… every wrestlin’ fan… Show up… Watch what I do…
He pauses for a moment to take a breath.
Ain’t nothin’ changed about me… Ain’t no f**kin’ bullsh*t about me… I’m still ‘da most violent mothaf**ka in ‘dis bidness… ‘Dats why you don’t see me no where else… You don’t see me on Wednesday nights…. You don’t see me on Sunday nights anymo’… I’m too much fo’ them too handle… I can’t be controlled… APW… Get ready fo’ ‘dis… 187 fans… Get ready fo’ ‘dis… I’m back to destroy anybody who want it wit’ me… And I’m gonna bring ‘da mothaf**kin’ pain… And I’ma bring it to a level you ain’t eva’ seen befo’ in yo’ life… They say ‘dat 187 done got real outta’ control now…
He points at the screen once again.
When I come to APW… I’ma leave you some memories… I’ma leave you somethin’ to rememba’ me by… to drive on… I’m ‘Da Infamous 187… I’m ‘da original gangsta… I’m gonna be ‘da one who puts ‘da “Action” in “Action Packed Wrestlin’”… Watch what happens… On January 6th….Make sure you there… ‘Cause when it’s all said and done… There gonna be some blood all ova’ ‘dat arena… And it ain’t gonna be mine… We got a date… *blows a kiss* Show up… I owe ya mothaf**kas…
He begins to walk off camera back to his car door as the screen fades to back.
(OOC: Open to reactions ;D)