Can't Stop, Won't Stop (Walker)

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*Takes place the night of Battlezone*

It was the beginning of the night. The fans had just seated in the Arrowhead Pond arena. The introductions have been made by those who take care of the greeting of the fans when the show is about to start. There's a brief silence as they await the first events of the night. The lights go dark for a second before filling the arena with a crimson red light. Smoke poured out onto the ramp. Then a gun shot rings out through out the arena, which is then followed by a loud scream through the speakers. The fans knew exactly who's theme this was. After the gun shot and scream, "Natural Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube blares out through the PA system. The crowd erupts into a loud cheer as Tha Infamous 187 steps out through the smoke. There's a smirk on his face as he slowly makes his way down the ramp in a limping motion. He was still in a bit of pain after taking on not only Jason Cross and suffering a loss, but also an attempted attack on him that he somehow survived in the parking lot. Yet, he somehow found a way to catch a plane ride from Seattle to Battlezone. He had unfinished business to attend to tonight. A certain someone who he felt didn't have the balls to show his face until the night of the last Full Throttle. He didn't bother making his way around to the stairs, he just ran straight forward and slid into the ring. He had a look on his face that showed he meant business tonight. He brought a hand up to his neck and motioned for his music to be cut. After that, he the motioned for the timekeeper at ring side to get him a microphone. He holds his hands open for the time keeper to toss it into the ring. Which he then does and 187 catches it in mid air. Then he turned around to the fans. It was game time. With a smirk on his face, he started...

"Well guess who's back in 'da mothaf**kin' house!!!"

The fans then began to cheer loudly at his first words. 187 may have not been from Anaheim, but he was damn sure from California.

"Aha! You all already know what it is. It feels damn good to be back in California. Damn good. Normally I would come out here, destroy someone out here with my words, and then be on my way. But tonight, I've got somethin' to handle real quick. I'm sure 'dat you all tuned into to Channel 169 'da last Full Throttle. I'm sure you all know what happened 'dat night. If you ain't catch it, take a look at 'da screen..."

187 raises his arm up and points his finger towards the screen of the titantron. A video from the last Full Throttle shows up. It shows 187 on his way out of the building in the parking lot only to be met with his newest member of his hitlist to sift through. Then he goes on to show bits and pieces from the fight between the two back and forth before coming to an end showing how 187 miracously made it through the fight as the victor. Then as the screen goes black, 187 continues on the microphone...

"Now you see 'dat... 'Dat right there is low. 'Dat right there is some b***h mothaf**ka tryna' play "predator" on a "wounded animal." I know I've been known to do some scrappin' in 'da parking lot but I myself had atleast had a match 'dat night too. There was but one mistake 'dat you made homie... You wandered into 'da concrete jungle. You wandered into my territory. Call me a thug. Call me a gangsta. Say I ain't a wrestla'. Whateva' it may be you feel like sayin' 'bout me. Not one person can deny 'da fact 'dat I'm a fighta'. I may not be 'da best mothaf**ka out here in 'dis ring but damnnit I'm tryin'. But if you think just fo' one second 'dat you could take me outside of 'da ring. Take me on in my element. You are f**kin' wrong. I've lived, breathed, fought, slept, ate, and damn near became apart of 'da streets. I know 'da deal when it comes to throwin' down outside 'da ring. You seemed to think you could take me out when it came down to 'dat. You're mistake? You picked 'da wrong mothaf**ka to beef wit'. First I lay you out in 'da middle of 'da ring, just fo' 'da homie Kyle Nobbs. You go missing. I ask where you at. You say some sh*t 'bout me bein' busy 'dat night. I was placed in 'da tournament by 'da Angels. If I wasn't busy, you would fo' damn sure be hearin' from me. Now I went out and took a loss from Jason Cross. F**ked up and lost. Oh well. Big whoop. 'Roid muncher had how much of a weight advantage ova' me? Exactly. I'd fo' damn sure be in 'dat damn tournament still if it wasn't fo' him. 'Da Angels know they needed 'da elite mothaf**kas in 'da tournament. I was one of them. Don't b***h, whine, moan, and complain 'cause I was scheduled by 'Da Angels to handle mo' important mattas. I lost, knowin' damn well I should've had 'dat match won. I damn sure am mo' than worthy enough to hold a spot in 'da title match. Why am I worthy? Well 'dat brings me to my next topic, Andrew Walka' and his b***h @$$ tryna' take me out in 'da parking lot. As I've said, I got beat by "Sassy 'Da 'Roid Machine." I was hurt. I was down. But I was fo' damn sure NOT OUT. Walka' decides he's gonna pull a fast one on me and get my as I'm tryna' leave. Get me when I'm beaten and battered. Call it a miracle. Call it whatcha want. I stomped 'da f**k out of Walka' in 'dat parking lot. He couldn't stay conscious when I was done with him. Plain and simple why I am worthy of a spot in 'da Championship match. I got f**ked up but kept fightin' even afta' my match and 'da show was ova'. But I digress. It'll be completely up to the Angels on 'dat. I'm a fighta' as I said. I'll take 'da damn challenge. But I also got bidness to finish wit' Andrew Walka'. He wanted a rematch. Well b***h boy... get yo' @$$ on out here."

187 lowers the microphone to his side as his sights look back toward the ramp. Awaiting the arrival of Andrew Walker himself.

[nobbs]

*After a few moments of nothing, the fans are silent and 187 is getting frustrated. He begins to raise the mic again, but "It's All Over" plays on the PA system. Andrew Walker steps out slowly and stares straight into the eyes of Tha Infamous 187, before continuing on down the ramp as the fans boo. He jumps up onto the ring apron and fire shoots out from the turnbuckles. 187 isn't phased by the sudden blast of heat and sound.

Andrew enters the ring, and motions for a mic. A crew member obliges, and he starts to raise it up to his mouth.*

[glow=blue,2,300]"I must admit-"[/glow]

*He is interrupted by the fans chanting 'You suck! You suck!' Andrew gets an angered look on his face, and screams.*

[glow=blue,2,300]"Shut the hell up! This is my time! Now, as I was saying. I must admit that you caught me off guard at Full Throttle. You were hurt, you were tired, and you knocked me out. Bravo.

Two weeks ago, you beat me in a normal match. At the last Full Throttle, we kicked each other's asses in the parking lot. I entered your domain, and you kicked me out. And for that, I respect you- and I'm not sure whether I want to shake your hand- [/glow]*Andrew starts to extend his hand.* [glow=blue,2,300]- Or throw up! [/glow]*Andrew continues extending his hand, but moves it up to his face. He opens his mouth, and starts doing a gagging gesture.*[glow=blue,2,300] Yeah, I'll admit you got the best of me twice! Kinda like Taylor and Cross got the best of you, right? Looks to me like we both have fluke losses!

Now, I already know what it's like to enter your domain. It looks to me that you still want to fight, and so do I. So how about you come to my territory? You have your history growing up and fighting in the concrete jungle- and I have my history fighting in a cage! So how about it, 187? Let's settle this thing in a cage match!"[/i][/glow]

[fninfamous]

He began to nod his head with an interested look on his face. He looked out to the crowds. He could see by the reaction from them that they wanted to see the rematch 187 vs. Andrew Walker in the middle of the ring surrounded by four walls of steel cage. He turned his attention back to Andrew Walker, that smirk returning back to his face. He slowly raised the microphone back to his mouth....

"So you want me..."

He points to himself.

"... to join you..."

He points to Andrew now.

"...in a steel cage?"

He lowers his hand now as he pauses for a moment. The fans begin to cheer as if begging 187 to accept the challenge. From the reactions of his beloved fans, how could he say no?

"So what? Am I supposed to be scared because you claim to be 'da "King of 'da Cage," or some sh*t? I ain't eva' been scared of no man. Doesn't matta' whetha' it's in 'da ring, in a cage, on 'da street, or where eva' it may be. Don't matta' where it is. I've been in 'da cages befo'. I've been locked up and caged like a damn animal. I've scrapped wit' 'da biggest and baddest mothaf**kas around. Just like our first mat and just like our lil' "altercation" in 'da parking lot... You will fall befo' my feet once mo'. Like 'da back of my shirt says homie.... Living or Dead... 'Dis is still MY YARD. So you want me in a cage match wit' ya? In yo' domain. In yo' element. Where you feel most comfortable. A'ight.... "

He looks out to the crowd.

"DO YA WANNA SEE 187 VS. ANDREW WALKA', ONE ON ONE, IN A STEEL CAGE MATCH?"

The crowds begin to cheer and chant as loud as they could. He begins to shake his head as he knows that they can do better than that.

"I said... DO YA WANNA SEE 187 VS. ANDREW WALKA', ONE ON ONE, IN A MOTHAF**KIN' STEEL CAGE TONIGHT?"

The fans begin to cheer once more. Putting all their might into yelling as loud as they can to get 187 to agree to the match. He begins to nod his head as he mouthes "Much better" without the microphone. Then he turns his attention back to Andrew.

"Well then Walka'... Guess what? I ACCEPT!"

[nobbs]

[glow=blue,2,300]"Well then- that's that. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight at Battlezone, you may see the last installment of 187 vs. Walker! Because I promise you, if I lose, I'll be off your case forever. I'll admit defeat like a man, and move on. Until then..."[/glow]

*Andrew drops the mic on the mat, and exits the ring. A fan tosses a cup at him, but he just stares back and keeps walking. Once he gets to the stage, he stops, and fire shoots out from the stage around him. Once its gone, he slips through the curtain.*[/color]