Earn It. (Anybody)

[terra]

Murda By Numbaz begins with the ubiquitous laser/pyro show, wowing the fans as the second APW Showcase begins. As the fans cheer themselves into a stupor, the lights in the arena dim down to grey and a familiar black & white tribal logo crawl up to the video screen. The crowd suddenly starts booing as Tyson Terra steps onto the stage spotlighted with mic in hand. He strolls down into the ring and begins to speak.

I'm not going to beat around the bush here. Last week...I stepped into the ring and called out one of the "elites" in Brent Starr...again...and he crawled out from his dumpster and made his little shpiel about how great he is and what he does, blah, blah, blah, blah...how he get's "paid the big money" and all of loads of bullshit.

So you'd think that the match was set for Full Throttle, right? You'd think I finally get to put one of the "butt-buddies", I mean...Sellouts...out of commission. By now, I'd be talking about somebody actually worthy of my attention...but no.

Full Throttle came and went, and thanks to the idiocy of the APW front office, no match. Nothing.

The crowd continues to boo...biting words follow.

Is it idiocy, though...or is there something to this? I mean, from the start these two crossbreeds have been spewing about how their contracts were "bought out" by APW, like it makes them special. I'm staring to wonder...

Submitted for your approval, one of them thinks his tired looking ass is getting an APW Title Shot tonight...or anytime before it goes around MY waist. The other one for all intesive purposes, got the night off last week...two weeks after he snubbed me of a title shot to someone who's to say the least "chummy" with one of the Angel sisters themselves.

See where this is going, ladies and gents?

Far be it for me to point out conspiracy theories, but I know one when I see it, and Tyson Terra is not a man who doesn't know a thing or two about manipulation. The game as it were is evolving into something more than just what goes on in the ring, but what happens out of it. Opportunity? I haven't seen a damn bit of it yet...but that's going to change tonight. Tonight is the night I make MY first play in this game we call "Action" Packed Wrestling. Personally the only thing I've seen this place pack is fudge, a special kind that comes from bulls.

And more boos...

Go right ahead, it's your dollar ladies and gentlemen...dollars that I must say are sitting well in my bank account right now. Now as I was saying, it's time to take what I want in this place...and Angels, Hugh...you know what it is that I want now, don't you?

"STARR! STARR! STARR!"

Nah...Brent Starr can kiss my ass. Let him stay in his dumpster for all I care. I want somebody who actual earns their paycheck tonight, somebody who shows up to work. Somebody who is actually interested in bringing up the quality of entertainment in this company that seems to be more interested in feeding the same old bullshit as everybody else.

Who's going to step up, huh? Who's going to step onto the battelfield and put up an actual FIGHT? Is it you Starr, finally growing a set, or will it be somebody else? Or even better...a hand picked opponent, seems that the Angels pick and choose who gets airtime anyway, bring one of your "up and comers", one of your "elites', ANYTHING YOU'VE GOT, and watch me BREAK THEM DOWN.

[halo]

The instrumental version of "I'll Do Anything" plays on the PA system. Its not Starr coming down the ramp, its not Pryor- its an unknown named Halo.

The thin man walks down the ramp, and grabs a mic from the steel stairs before walking up them and entering the ring. Showing no fear to the larger man in the ring, he simply raises the microphone.

"My name is Halo. I know you don't know who I am, I know you don't recall seeing me work. But you have- I was wrestling in all those house shows you decided to interrupt. And I know who you are. You are Tyson Terra. And I am sick of you holding up the show.

I know you're bigger than me, I know you're stronger than me... But I guarantee that you'll never see me coming, until you look up- and see Halo over your head, flying above your league. You asked for anything they've got- well I'm it!"

[terra]

Yes you are Mr. Halo...yes...you...are. So I won't see you coming? Well you're right, I didn't see you coming. Am I really holding up the show? That's too damn bad, isn't it? APW is nothing without me...NOTHING...and the ratings for that pathetic Full Throttle show last week proved it. All we got to see was a bunch of has-beens and wannabes stink up this ring with pathetic showings and the typical dramatic crap.

I trust that you can do better...I truly hope that you can.

[starr]

You'll have to excuse me, Tyson. But I was dressed and ready, standing at the entrance ready to make my way to the ring when I was informed you didn't even show up for the show. Thats why the match never happened.

Brents face is plastered on the screen

Your time to face me passed.. now your gonna have to wait abit longer captain no show. You'll see what happens later.

Just as quck as he was there, he's gone.

[terra]

OH...so sorry about that "interruption" there, Mr. Halo...is it? There's opportunities abound in this place and one certain gentle knows nothing of it. You're nothing but a flake Brent Starr, and one of these days...sooner than you think, I'm going to eat you like a bowl of frosted ones. You have yourself a ball with the rest of the "privlegded ones"...nobody, like a certain lady said to you a few weeks back...gives a shit about your untalented, good for nothing but spewing nursery rhymes ass. Excuses are the only thing your kind are good for anyway.

Watch and see how a real master plays this game. Now, Halo...where were we? It's time for me to deal with a worthy challenge. What makes you think your him?

[halo]

"In order to answer that question, I'd have to know your idea of a worthy challenge. If its someone that can match you in strength and power, I'm NOT it. If its someone that can take a lot of punishment and give it back equally, I don't know if that's me. But, if you want to face an intellectual ringmaster, that can think on his feet, and apply his thoughts? If you want to face a dreamer, someone that believes anything can happen, and wants to prove it by facing Tyson Terra in his PayPerView debut, then I'm your man. I don't care that you're bigger than me. I don't care that you're stronger than me. I have my own arsenal that you won't be able to mimic, and that makes me the worthy challenge you want."

[terra]

Terra nods...

Well, what do we have here? Somebody's whose full of himself, but in such a way that's actually DIFFERENT? Refreshing...

I'll admit to be something of an ego-maniac at times, but this...Halo...you are truly something new in this company, a guy who doesn't stand in the mirror thinking about how great he is, but would rather prove it by his actions.

In many ways, the two of us ARE alike. We're here with something to prove...we're here to establish dominance in the "pecking order" of APW...only thing is that I choose to take the fight right up to the source of the problem, you seem to be a bit more low-key, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Take a good look at what you see in the ring ladies and gentlemen...THIS is the future of APW right here, and this is how real wrestlers get things done.

Mr. Halo...we have a game going tonight. I'm looking forward to it...but you had better be everything that you say you are, because so am I.

[halo]

After a decent silence from Halo, he finally speaks again.

"You know, I'm at a loss for words. I honestly don't know what to say, man. Here I was thinking you were just a stuck up asshole, but I think I was wrong about you, man. And I think it'll be a pleasure wrestling you tonight."

Halo extends his hand for a shake.

[terra]

Terra shakes his hand, but holds it firmly to make a statement afterwards.

Only when neccessary, Halo...but this isn't a popularity contest. I don't care who thinks what about me or what I have or WILL do here in APW...but the one thing I will demand is respect. You and I will enter this ring later tonight, one gentleman warrior against another in respectful combat, but don;t think for a second that just because I have respect for your actions that I'll go easy on mine.

Now he lets go as his music hits the PA. He drops his mic and exits the ring, back up along the ramp and nodding in the direction of the newcomer. The time had come for actions, not words...to take effect.

FIN