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Post by amy on Sept 22, 2007 2:15:27 GMT -4
There has been a reason why Amy hasn't been hanging around APW building or arena. It happen in last weeks Full Throttle show. Amy was competing for a chance for the Nationwide Championship. She was injured through the match, by the hands of James Diamond. A deep wound struck into her forehead, wasn't a good look. Even with a bandage over it. She couldn't go out in public, to embarrassing for her. Ideas flooded her mind that she would of been scared for life across her forehead. Day after day Amy laid down on her bed, watching television, trying to wait patiently for her wound to heal. Her food source, became limited. The hunger started to distract her mind from her injury. Amy had to go out to buy food. She had to accept humility, that was going to happen to her.
Amy left her room, and started to make her way down the hallway. She tried to hide her wound by covering it with her left hand. Amy looked like one of the biggest loser ever with her hand covering her injury. She didn't think out that it would be grabbing attention for people walking past her. Amy soon entered to elevator, to make her way down to the lobby. Whispers and murmurs could be heard. Amy stared down at the ground, humiliated, until the elevator stopped and the doors open. She looked up, her left hand still covering her wound, to see who was entering the elevator.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 22, 2007 2:41:49 GMT -4
That person that happened to enter the elevator was Tha Infamous 187. He stepped into the elevator and made eye contact with the woman he had never seen before. An eyebrow was raised out of confusion to why she was covering her face. He didn't know. He didn't want to question it and then have some sort of argument over whatever it was. He simply just turned around and hit the button for the floor that he was going to as well. He took a step back and let the doors of the elevator slide close. 187 slipped his hands into his pants pockets and looked up at the numbers above the elevator door. There seemed to be an awkward silence and 187 decided he might as well break the silence. He wasn't sure what to say to someone who was covering a part of their face. He could ask her why she was doing it but he thought it might be a sensitive subject or possibly something that she was trying to hide. There was a reason for her doing it obviously but he chose not to question it at the moment. There was only one thing that came to mind to say to her. He looked over at the woman next to him and simply asked...
"Whattup?"
A simple greeting was all he could think of to say to her.
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Post by amy on Sept 22, 2007 3:12:49 GMT -4
Amy watched the stranger walk into the elevator. Being new to APW for a month, Amy didn't really know anybody around there. She looked up to him.
" Nothing, just in some pain....."
Her head tilted down, slowly. She wasn't really in the mood for being out and about. Amy's left hand, started to become weary.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 22, 2007 3:16:33 GMT -4
"Pain, eh?"
187 nodded his head. That was probably the issue with the hand being on the face. It made sense. Her head might have been in pain and that's the reason she's doing what she is. He figured that this would be the time to figure out why she was in pain. He continued by saying...
"Whatcha mean in pain? You got a headache or somethin'? Ya know, some Tyenol or whicheva' you prefer can take care of 'dat real quick fo' ya."
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Post by amy on Sept 22, 2007 3:53:56 GMT -4
" Well......it is not that kind of pain "
Amy knew something like this would happen if she came out in public. She began to peel back her hand, showing him the big dint in her head, but still covering from the other people.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 22, 2007 4:00:26 GMT -4
187 looks down at the forehead of the woman to see what it was that she was showing him. He raised an eyebrow slightly after getting a good look at it.
"Hmm..."
He wondered what she may have done to have something like this happen to her. It could have happened in the ring but then again it could have not. Only way to find out was to ask...
"How'd 'dat happen...? You hit yo' head on somethin' accidentally or someone else do 'dis to ya...?"
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Post by amy on Sept 22, 2007 7:52:09 GMT -4
Amy covered her injury, this time with her right hand, after the mystery man had a good look at it. She was embarrassed as some person making an mistake, infront of a Million people.
" It happen last week, at the last Full Throttle show. I was in the second battle royal for a chance at the Nationwide Title. One of the biggest mistakes in my life. It was two early for me. I was tossed around the ring like a rag doll. Anyway, it happen outside of the ring. A man named Joe Diamond smashed my head against the ring post, and blood started to run down my face. I had enough, but he seemed that he wanted more. He used his Bomb to Facebuster move on me. It made my wound worse. Now l am stuck with this on my forehead, I'm probably scared for life. "
Amy stared straight down at the elevator ground.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 22, 2007 13:19:52 GMT -4
"I think you mean James Diamond. I knew 'dat fool was a b***h. Pickin' on a woman. 'Dat sh*t sounds like a b***h move to me..."
187 just sighed and shook his head. He didn't understand why a man would rather take on a woman than to go after another man. He wasn't trying to say women couldn't wrestle, but compared to facing most men in this business, it was pretty much an unfair fight from the start. 187 looked back at the woman and continued to say...
"Look... Don't worry 'bout it. You got a lil' banged up. It comes wit' 'da territory in 'dis bidness. Sometimes you end up gettin' hurt. Really, 'dat don't look too bad. I've seen worse. I've seen much worse. Atleast it wasn't barbwire or a cheese grater or whateva' 'da hell else people use in 'da ring. You look just fine to me. People get hurt in 'da ring and sometimes fo' 'da worst. Just look at me..."
He points up to his scar across his face under his left eye.
"I got plenty of battle scars..."
187 then slides up the sleeves on both arms of his shirt to show the many different scars that he had gained over the years. In the ring and outside of the ring scars.
"It may hurt like hell. It may seem 'dat you feel yo' career is screwed now 'dat you got a few marks on ya face. But 'da way I see, I wouldn't even worry 'bout it. Scars build character. They always have a story behind it. You learn from yo' mistakes and whateva' don't kill ya can only make ya stronga'. As cliche as 'dat may sound, it's 'da truth. Don't beatcha self up ova' 'dis. Let it heal. Let it show. Let it be known 'dat even though you've been scarred, you ain't scared. You ain't runnin' away. You're comin' back and still bringin' 'da fight to them. Scar on yo' face or not, you're not runnin' away. If people wanna talk sh*t, let them. Let yo' actions do 'da talkin'. Shut them up by showin' them you don't give a damn what they think. You're still gonna kick their teeth in regardless of what they say 'bout how you look."
187 nodded his head, hoping those words would help her. He's always thought of himself as a motivational speaker to those who're down on themselves. He's helped plenty of people in the past, he wasn't going to stop helping them now.
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Post by amy on Sept 23, 2007 0:48:59 GMT -4
Amy listen to each and every word which came out of this mans mouth. It was deep. She began to think that she had it easier, then the stranger who had scars all over his body. She looked up at him, and gave him a smile, ear to ear.
" Thank you. "
Amy's right hand began to move back down to her side, slowly. The words indeed help her think through in what she would do. She once more look up at the man beside her.
" I'm Amy Serson by the way. "
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 23, 2007 1:07:55 GMT -4
"Nice to meetcha Amy. It ain't even a problem. I've seen it befo'. People get down and out ova' a match, I feel I gotta let it be known 'dat it ain't ova' fo' ya."
187 nodded his head. That smirk forming on his face as he gets a sense of accomplishment. It felt good to help those who needed it. He looked back at Amy and decided to introduce himself as well.
" 'Da Infamous 187. You can just call me 187 fo' short."
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Post by cin on Sept 23, 2007 1:14:37 GMT -4
The elevator door stops and opens. The doors open to Cinder Xavier standing at them. He enters the elevator and pushes one of the floors. He turns to see who else is in the elevator. [/i] So, we have 187. How's goin? Fam still good? And we have....I don't think I've met you...[/b][/center]
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 23, 2007 1:29:16 GMT -4
187 raised an eyebrow as he looks from Amy to Cinder. He looks the man up and down. Then he scoffed at him showing up in the elevator and began to nod his head. Then he went on to respond to him by saying...
"Sh***t... You know sh*t is always good wit' 'Da Fam. You ain't even gotta question it. What 'bout yo'self? What's goin' on wit' you?"
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Post by amy on Sept 23, 2007 1:31:23 GMT -4
" Nice to meet you 187, and thanks again. "
She gave him a big smile, as the elevator stopped. The doors open and their stood one of the tallest men in the world. Amy had to lift her neck further back just to look up at him, then some normal guy.
Hello, I'm Amy Serson. ""
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Post by cin on Sept 23, 2007 2:04:30 GMT -4
Eh, not much. Preparin' myself for the tag gauntlet comin up at Game Over. Me and Nate are takin' back the APW Tag Team Champions. Speaking about reclaimin' championships, I see Vegas has beaten Cross for the World Title. Those two will never stop goin after each other. Life long enemies I guess. Heh, poor Cabal. He'll never win the World Title. Just as well, he doesn't have the skill to hold it anyways. [/b] Cinder looks over at Amy. She was quite the lady. Seemed a bit shy at first. But then again, some females are like that. Better not come off too aggresive, not like a certain brother...[/i] Well Hello Amy. My name is Cinder Xavier....[/b] Time to see what her reaction would be...[/i][/center]
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 23, 2007 2:12:39 GMT -4
"Meh..."
He shrugged his shoulders. He could careless what it was that Cinder was doing. Nor did he care very much that he brought the World Championship up. 187 felt he was just fine without holding onto a title. Win or lose, he still believed he was one of the best to do it in the ring.
"Titles don't mean sh*t if 'da person holdin' it ain't sh*t. 'Dats 'da way I see it. I don't need to establish myself by grabbin' some gold befo' 'da end of 'da season. I'll just keep givin' 'da people 'da best damn show they came to see and 'da world keeps turnin'. And Cinder... no... Bad Cinder... Leave 'da poor girl alone... You're scarin' her..."
He shakes his head at him as he laughs to himself.
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Post by cin on Sept 23, 2007 2:27:24 GMT -4
Always gotta be hatin' on someone, ain't ya 7? Ah well, no worries. I ain't gonna go whine like Cabal. Fuckin' pussy. I really hate his ass sometimes. Haven't seen him around lately, so that's gotta be a good thing. Ah well, enough about him. What else you got goin on? [/b][/center]
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Post by amy on Sept 23, 2007 2:51:01 GMT -4
" Nice to meet you Cinder. "
She stood between 187 and Cinder, quiet.
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 23, 2007 2:54:34 GMT -4
187 looked at Amy and shook his head.
"Don't let 'dis fool scare ya. He's soft."
He looked back at Cinder and continued...
"Well... Plannin' early retirement. Plan on kickin' those clowns @$$es at Game Ova'. They felt 'da need to call me and Vegas out. So me and Vegas gonna handle they @$$es. Otha' than 'dat? Sh*t, just doin' what I do."
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Post by cin on Sept 23, 2007 3:39:47 GMT -4
Cinder looks over at Amy first, giving her his reply. [/i] How has your stay with APW been so far? I haven't seen many of your matches. Been busy with my own family trying to...nevermind, not important. I hope you're enjoying your stay here. Getting in some good matches and such.[/b] Cinder then looks over to 187 and gives his reply.[/i] Soft eh? We'll see how soft when me and Nate shut those damn clowns down. I hope they had their fun beating us down with weapons, because when weapons aren't involved, you can be damn sure that me and Nathan are gonna rip their damn arms off and beat them over their heads.[/b][/center]
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Post by amy on Sept 23, 2007 4:44:29 GMT -4
Amy began to laugh, as 187 explain to her that Cinder was a big softy. Cinder didn't seem to be soft for Amy. She looked up at Cinder.
" Well l have only competed in two battle royals, and one singles match. Won the singles match against Bianca Summers, and came second in the battle royals. Plus recently got this dent in my forehead. "
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