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Post by Laura De'Icco on Feb 21, 2007 0:08:28 GMT -4
*Takes place at the very beginning of the Murder By Numbers Pay Per View* The lights in the arena go dim and the crowd sits in anticipation of what is to come next as they believe the show is beginning. It can plainly be seen that there are two podiums atop the entrance ramp as well as a long line of chairs behind them. But they are wrong because before the Murder By Numbers Pay Per View begins, a few important messages must be relayed to the public as a whole as well as the APW faithful.
Then as the the titan tron goes completely black, their inquiries are answered as the Familia theme music of "Certified Gangstas" by Diplomats featuring the Game can be heard from the PA system as the crowd erupts into excitement, knowing full well what will come next for their entertainment as well as ENLIGHTENMENT. Within seconds the manager extraordinare of Action Packed Wrestling steps out onto the entrance ramp in all of her beauty, sporting a most astonishing business like attire, smile on her face as she makes her way to the podium farthest right and begins to speak while the theme music continues to play on...[glow=red,2,300] Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am of course, Laura De'Icco and I am here to take this HONOR...Of introducing the men who I believe will single handedly carry APW on their backs...For years...And years to come...They only wish for a small amount of your time tonight to relay some very important matters and opinions to you all, so please bare with us and enjoy the show. Now without further ado...I'd like to introduce to you all...The President and Vice-President...Of the Fam'Ocracy movement themselves...Mr. Vegas...And Tha Infamous 1...8...7...[/glow] Laura then steps back and begins her own personal applaud as the crowd simultaneously begins theirs as well. The reaction to the announcement is deafening as the crowd erupts into cheers and boos alike and within moments, from behind the curtain steps first The Familia tag team of the Royal Flush, draped in secret service men attire and flanked by the man known to the adult film industry as Mr. Buck Wylde sporting a 1970's John Holmes throw back suit attire from head to toe complete with two young "escorts" along with him. And finally, through the curtains stepped those two great men Ms. De'Icco spoke of only moments ago...Tha Infamous 187...And King...Vegas. They were of course both met with an amazing amount of fan fare as the wrestling fans had became FAMILIAr with these press conferences. They each both shake hands towards the center of the stage and immediately following make their way to their respective podiums to finally...Begin the Fam'Ocracy Campaign launching...For the year of 2007...Mr. Vegas' chimes in with... |
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 21, 2007 0:21:15 GMT -4
...Both Mr. Vegas and Mr. Taylor await the dying down of the crowds reaction as the paparazzi make their way out from the backstage area as well as the immediate audience population. Both donning smiles on their faces as they await and finally as everyone gets into position and the music subsides, Mr. Vegas' voice chimes in right along with the crowds adulation just barely audible over their shouting and screaming...
[glow=red,2,300]Thank you!...Thank you all. Yes...
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He quickly looks to Mr. Taylor as a few more moments of admiration occur from those present in the arena tonight. Then as the noise level subsides once more...
[glow=red,2,300]Thank you all for that warm welcome for my family as well as myself on this beautiful and hopefully...Historic night of showcasing the talents of the APW...Roster...But of course...Whenever we have these..."Conferences" ladies and gentlemen...It is NOT for entertainment purposes...No...They are not I'm sad to say...These conferences are part of the very fabric that will ensure that APW FINDS as well as REMAINS on the right track...To becoming THE force...In professional wrestling...And this night will be no different from any other in the history of these..."Gatherings" by your local...Neighborhood Familia....So now...[/glow]
A brief pause as Mr. Wylde had stepped forward with a stack of documents it seems, handing it over to Mr. Vegas and then retreating back to his place of seating with his two beautiful "escorts" for the evening. After taking a quick sip of his bottled water, Mr. Vegas continued with...
[glow=red,2,300]Thank you Mr. Wylde...Now...Yes...Let's begin shall we?...Now...I'm sure you all have realized...Recognized...This trend rear it's ugly head ONCE AGAIN...In a most prominent promotion. It has been recorded and kept track of in promotions around the world for years now and apparently...APW has sadly...Sadly...Been infected in the very early stages of it's existence...What's that you ask? Title...Chasing!...[/glow]
A sea of boos can be heard throughout the arena at decibels that could shatter the very foundation that the building stood upon as Mr. Vegas continues...
[glow=red,2,300]Yes...I'm sorry my friends but it is true I'm afraid. Apparently there are men as well as women on THIS very roster...Who believe that wearing a thin piece of leather...With SWAP MEET JEWELRY attached to the base of it...Makes them...Worthy...Or warrants them the right to proclaim...Their greatness in this business. Sad is it not?...Yes I would have to wholeheartedly agree my friends and comrades. For if these individuals were what they constantly choose to refer to themselves as, they would certainly realize the ramifications of the very lies that spew from their oh so FOOLISH mouths!...This is a NEW day here in APW ladies and gentlemen...And The Familia...Mr. Taylor....And myself...Have NO intention of allowing for something as this to occur on our watch as it did back in our previous "home'. No...I'm so very sorry for those ladies and gentlemen in the backstage area, lacing up their boots becoming almost sexually aroused at the very THOUGHT of wrapping those titles around their undeserving waists and proclaiming themselves "superstars"...I'm extremely sorry for them...And like everyone else backstage this very moment...I too...Have heard the rumors for ladies and gentlemen...In the running for the top titles here...In APW...Take our precious APW Champion himself...Mr. Shaddix...[/glow]
A barrage of mixed reactions once again reverberate throughout the structure, causing for Vegas to pause momentarily as he stares upon the sea of thousands from behind his dark glasses...As his smile grows second by second...
[glow=red,2,300]Yes...OUR champion huh?....Pfftt...The luckiest...Man...On the FACE...Of the planet. Neither worthy OR capable of carrying that title around his waist. He is a disgrace...And a LIABILITY to this very promotion known as APW...Mr. Michael Taylor? A man...A rookie mind you...Who claims to be the ONE man deserving to be at the top of the APW wrestling world. A man who's had ONE lucky match since his arrival here and then...In the blink of an eye...He's no where to be seen?....Hmm...Interesting is it not?...And of course....Of course...I can NOT...Forget about Mr...Jason Cross...*Sigh*...The behemoth of a man actually believes because HE overdoses on protein shakes and Stacker 2 products, he is worthy...And even on the same LEVEL as any member of the Familia Regime...This man is a hindrance to the very existence of APW ladies and gentlemen...And his "kind" MUST...MUST be held in check if not removed altogether...For if not they threaten the existence...The progression...And the VALUE...Of those very titles as well as our sport...And the company myself...The Familia...And everyone else in that locker room works for...*Ahem*...Forgive me my friends...Forgive me....I've seemingly began rambling and taking up the small amount of air time given to us on this night...*Ahem* I'm sure my colleague Mr. Taylor has some..."Views" to share on this night as well...Mr. Taylor if you will?...[/glow]
And with that Mr. Vegas motions his hand to his brother in arms as he himself takes a few sips of water as Laura arrives back at the podium seemingly whispering and relaying some unknown information into his ear, as Mr. Taylor begins his personal address on this night.
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Post by fninfamous on Feb 21, 2007 1:05:18 GMT -4
187 steps forward with that smirk on his face as he looks out to all the adoring fans. Blinding flashes of light comes from all angles as the flash photography goes crazy when he hits the podium. He nods his head to the fans and holds his hands up in the air to calm the public. They obviously knew what to expect from this man. His way of expressing himself is unlike any other. He uses profanity in the ways artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master of the tongue. Once the crowd reactions slowly dies down, 187 leans forward and begins...
"Now... I was told to watch my mouth by my brotha' Vegas ova' here but..."
He looks back at Vegas. Laughing to himself as he does so. He then looks forward to the crowd.
"...f**k 'dat. Now as he already mentioned, there's been some kind addiction runnin' through 'da backstage area. Some kind of disease 'dat seems to be circulatin' through 'da veins of certain people here and there. Somethin' I like to call "Title Feva'." We all know 'da signs. 'Da constant b***hin' and complainin' fo' title shots. 'Da constant challenges to those already unworthy champions. You already know 'da story. Same signs, different people always b***hin'. They seem to have some delusional thought 'dat 'da title makes 'da man. They think 'dat 'dat belt makes them somethin' bigga' than they was. Nah...."
He shakes his head in disappointment. Seeing that the fans agree. They've heard 187 say this before. The people know every word of it is true. They'd much rather see someone work than just constantly requesting a shot at a championship.
"It ain't even like 'dat. You mothaf**kas in 'da back 'dats title chasin' need a f**kin' wake up call. Ya mothaf**kas in 'da back need a swift kick in 'da damn head if you think you need a title to put yo' self up there wit' 'da greats. I know 'dis. My family right here know 'dis. 'Da people in 'da locka' room need to know 'dis. We've got so many in 'da back 'dat come out day in and day out just beggin' fo' a title shot. It gets old. It pisses people off. It turns them away from you. Nobody wants to tune into channel 169 to see what appears to be a damn re-run every week. Let's see a show of hands. Who here in 'dis arena tonight wants to see anotha' episode wit' anotha' mothaf**ka in 'da ring talkin' 'bout how they deserve a title shot? Let's get a show of hands. Who honestly wants to see someone they've seen 'da past three weeks askin' STILL fo' a title 'dat they is undeservin'? I know I don't..."
He pauses for a moment to look out among the crowd. Not one person is holding their hands up in the air or yelling out. Pretty much no reaction whatsoever. 187 begins to nod his head with a smirk on his face. Just what he expected them to do.
"Ain't 'dat 'da damn truth of it. Now don't get it twisted wit' those actually showin' up to shows. There's otha's wit' "Title Feva'" out there 'dat you might not even realize it. How 'bout all those mothaf**kas who don't show up and ask? How 'bout all those mothaf**kas in 'da back 'dat ain't eva' seen in 'da public eye? ALL those damn bastards in 'da back who ain't eva' on camera. Who neva' out here on 'da mic'. Who neva' show up unless called out. Hell, even some of 'da champions do 'dis. Some champions don't even show they damn faces unless challenged or have somethin' to do wit' their titles. Like 'dat title is they whole damn life. Like they can't do a damn thing out here fo' 'da fans wit'out havin' it concern they damn belt. Like we GIVE A F**K 'bout yo' belt. 'Da fact of 'da matta' is... if you ain't doin' sh*t worth watchin'... than no one is gonna give a damn. Some people stay in 'da f**kin' house ALL damn day and don't even come outside to play unless it requires them to do so. They stay in 'da back, title clenched tight to they chest, and REFUSE to do ANYTHING 'dat remotely has nothin' to do wit' they belt. If they don't have to do it, they WON'T. Now come on. 'Dis is sports ENTERTAINMENT people. Sittin' on ya lazy @$$ doin' not a damn thing is NOT entertainment. These people out here tonight paid damn good money to see 'da self proclaimed "supa'stars" of APW. Where are ya at? Sittin' yo' @$$ in 'da mothaf**kin' house, piss scared wit' yo' title held tightly in yo' hands. It makes me f**kin' sick to my damn stomach to even think you mothaf**kas consida' ya self some damn entertainers. People wonda' why 'da f**k 'da fans love me. You wanna know 'da truth? 'Cause I F**KIN' ENTERTAIN 'DA PEOPLE. Point blank. I'm out in 'dat ring or where eva' workin' my @$$ off. All you damn title chasa's need to fall back and let 'da people who deserve 'da sh*t step forward. Myself, as well as my brotha's here, and a chosen few are but the only ones worthy enough to challenge. Why? 'Cause we 'bout our damn bidness. Not someone who is neva' around unless it's showtime. Not someone who neva' shows up unless it's time to challenge fo' a title. And fo' damn sure not someone who f**kin' whines and complains 'bout not gettin' a shot. 'Dat even goes fo' all unworthy as f**k champions in 'da back. You all know damn well who I'm talkin' 'bout. You all f**kin' know who you are..."
187 looks back to his brothers as he slowly steps away from the podium. Smirk on his face as he sees the approval on their faces from what his views are on the matter. Every word of it was true. You could tell by the reaction the fans gave 187 as he stepped down that they knew the truth as well as The Familia. People who were blind will soon now see what's really going on.
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 21, 2007 1:50:04 GMT -4
That trademark smirk on his face as he steps back to the podium once more...Glancing over towards his brother who had just dropped some major heat on the roster...He chimes in...
[glow=red,2,300]See ladies and gentlemen?...THAT'S what we're referring to. THAT is one of THE major problems we as a unit see regarding the APW as a whole. Constant bitching and moaning about deserving this and that...Constant untruths spewed from the mouths of the mislead and idiotic on levels NEVER before seen in ANY promotion. Gentlemen like...Like Mr. Nathan Michaels...Who for the life of me I still can't decipher how this imbecile is able to lace up his boots without a manual at his disposal as well as how a beautiful GODDESS such as Ms. Knight would even offer him the time of day when secretly it was all for her to carry his pathetic carcass once more throughout the season like a previous female did...Who shall remain nameless for now...Travesty I tell you people...Travesty and an outrage altogether when such a graceful creature has to be subjected to such things...[/glow]
Another brief pause comes over the address as he stares out amongst the audience...The majority of them nodding their heads in agreement seemingly. Then...
[glow=red,2,300]Ladies and gentlemen...We have people on this very roster...Who would rather fill their thoughts with dreams of being...Cover girls...Straight edge no shows who in all honestly merely look as if they've missed a month's worth of meals...Bubble head females who proclaim to be "for their country" and..."Patriotic" but their ass seems to be awol more often than the functions of George Bush's brain!...An incompetent General Manager for our flagship show who's only concern is eyeballing the back side of each and every female on the roster instead of ensuring that the WORTHY athletes get what they deserve along the way during the season...These things...Cannot be allowed my friends...They WILL...They WILL destroy APW...From the inside out I'm afraid if they continue to go unchecked any longer...I mean isn't bad ENOUGH...That we are subjected to a World Champion who wears more makeup and eyeliner than every Rose in the backstage area COMBINED?...And now even...I see Ms. Hunter has found her way to Toronto as well...[/glow]
A mixed reaction of cheers and boos can be heard through the arena at the mention of the woman in question...
[glow=red,2,300]Yes...Yes she has...The bitch must have picked up the scent around Detroit somewhere and followed it on in I guess...I mean please shoot that damn thing already will you?...Mr. Pryor isn't worth the time and if HE is a Wrestling Savior, I'm proclaiming it now...Right here AND now that King Vegas WILL ALWAYS be an atheist because as much as I respect the man and hell even like him a little bit...He's no 187...He's no Buck Wylde...And he's for damn sure no King Vegas...HE?...Is the past...The future is directly in front of you if you just choose to take notice...Makes me wonder how Mr. Starr even walks sometimes with Mr. Pryor constantly standing on those coattails of his...Hmm...Such a shame...And let us not forget about the Angels themselves!...Oh no..Oh no my friends...No one is exempt in these conferences of ours...Of course we can't forget about our...Angelic like employers...Casey, Chantell and Candice...The mentally challenged versions of Charlies Angels...Who has EVER heard of...Three women...One a manic depressive violent employee assaulting bitch of a woman...The second being a blonde who's clearly been through so many men in her day, she should have a VIN number & a speedometer on the back of her ass and another who's only worth is taking up an extra office space that could be used for someone who actually contributes to the place...Ladies and gentlemen...Can you say...Cluster fuck?...[/glow]
The crowd erupts into moments of laughter over the last passage from Mr. Vegas. He glances out among them with a stone face, completely serious about the words he had spoken seconds ago. Just as he's about to continue, his brother steps back to the podium once again and offers his opinion once more...
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Post by fninfamous on Feb 21, 2007 3:19:29 GMT -4
187 nods his head to King Vegas with that smirk still on his face. It seems like it was time to take the gloves off on the roster now. Time to pull out the big guns on those who deserve to be called out for things that are just uncalled for. He steps up to the podium and looks out to the crowd once more. Nodding his head, he leans forward and speaks again...
"You wanna know my take on some of 'da rosta'? Well... Hey... F**k them. Well...most of them anyways..."
187 begins to shrug his shoulders and slowly turn away from the podium. The crowd begins to let out a displeased reaction. Expecting more from this man. He takes two steps away from the podium before turning back to it. Then he begins to nod his head as he steps back to the podium. The fans could see with his body language that he was obviously just playing around with them. He had more to say. They knew it.
"Aha! Okay. Okay. You got me. I ain't lettin' sh*t go 'dat easily. You want my take on 'da rosta'? Well... some of them. Well first off lemme start wit' Pryor from the top. I ain't got no love fo' 'dis mothaf**ka. Why? You know why. I ain't fo'get 'bout New York. I know 'da fans rememba' 'da first eva' 187 versus Jonny Pyro match. I'm sure you rememba' 'dat. 'Dat was a hell of a match. I also am sure you all rememba' what sparked 'dat match. His @$$ wanna brag 'bout usin' a sledgehamma'... and I quote... "caved in" my head. As you can tell..."
187 begins to slowly do a 360 turn about so everyone can see all side of his head. Then he leans forward and begins to speak again...
"Ain't a damn dent in my head. You call yo'self a Wrestlin' Savia' but look at you now. You damn pathetic. I'm sorry Starr. I know 'dats ya boy and all now but he's pretty damn pathetic now. He's gone from top of 'da food chain to 'da lowest damn form of scum on 'da Earth. It makes me sick. He knows 'dis his damn self. He can't say sh*t to knock me and what I do, but there's a damn lot I can say 'bout his @$$. I ain't gonna waste no time on him though. I could write an essay and a half on his @$$ but f**k it. ANYWAYS... movin' on. Our rosta'... when you seriously think 'bout it... It's quite a sad bunch we got here. We got 'da title chasa's. 'Da no shows. Everyone and they grandma tryna' form they own squad. Everyone and they grandma tryna' stop 'da unstoppable you see befo' you. Everyone and they grandma tryna' join 'da family you see befo' you. Got damn near every belt in APW is held by someone who is not 'da least bit worthy of holdin' it. People who claim they 'da best in 'dis mothaf**ka but got nothin' to show fo' it. I could go on and on, and 'da people know who they is 'dat fit in 'da categories I just mentioned. But we simply can't take up 'da whole show tellin' ya how ya @$$es need to get in gear. Might have to hit me up on my cell. I'll learn ya a thing or two if ya need some damn lessons."
He points out to someone in the crowd with a smirk on his face. Then he just sticks his thumb and pinky out and puts it to the side of his face like a telephone. Mouthing the words "Call me" to someone in the audience. He laughs to himself as he shakes his head as he must continue.
"I digress. I could pretty much stand here and use up 'da whole damn Pay Per View if I seriously wanted to. Just go on and on 'bout what I think 'bout some of ya in 'da back. I could go fo' hours on end 'cause 'dats just 'bout how bad it is here. I came to APW wit' high hopes. I came to APW thinkin' 'dis sh*t could be different. Everywhere I go, there's corruption or there's a f**ked up @$$ company. Everywhere I go. I thought APW would be different. I thought APW could go 'da extra mile and choose to be different. It seems 'dat APW sadly falls into a long line of f**ked up companies. If it's not one thing, it's anotha'. You know what I'm sayin'? If it's not 'da rosta', it's 'da bosses and staff backstage f**kin' sh*t up. If it's not them, it's 'da rosta' who seems pretty much clueless on what to do or buggin' 'bout sh*t they don't deserve. Then ya got 'da chosen few, such as ourselves, 'dat seem to be 'da life support of 'da companies. Only a chosen few such as my family and myself you see befo' you, 'dat keep those companies hangin' on by a thread... by 'da very inch of life it still has. It's people like us, 'dat keep 'da heart of a company still beatin'. "
He pauses once again nodding his head. Looking out to the fans once more. They seem to agree it appears. It was true though. 187 spoke the truth. When a company slowly declines, there are only but a few that keep that company moving and still interesting.
"Need I say more?"
He just shrugged his shoulders with his hands up as he asked the crowd. He thought he said enough to cover his point. He cared little about most of the roster. There were only but a few he respected and could say he got along with. But that was only but a few.
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 23, 2007 12:51:50 GMT -4
Though they could have proceeded with the offering of their take on the roster of APW and the company as a whole for quite some time...Mr. Vegas thought as the crowd erupted, that they should save some of the verbal venom for another time and so he slowly began to wind things down with...
[glow=red,2,300]...Yes...Yes of course, my brother Mr. Taylor is absolutely correct in his words...Riveting is it not?...Ha Ha...Ladies and gentlemen...Please...We urge you to heed these words we have relayed to you on this night...For it is the only way we ALL can ensure that the integrity of this potentially great promotion can be salvaged for the duration of it's existence...Thank you all for coming out to listen to the dialog and now?...[/glow]
A quick glance back at his brethren as well as Laura who has began making her way towards the podium with a million dollar smile on her face...Then...
[glow=red,2,300]Now...We have someone...We'd like you all to meet tonight before things get rolling...The first shocker of the night if you will...My lovely Laura will of course finish this presentation off and once again thank you all...Familia...4 Life...Thank you...[/glow]
And with that Mr. Vegas backpedals and steps away from the podium, allowing Laura the floor so to speak as the lights begin to slowly dim in the arena and all Familia members stand from their seats with smirks across their faces for the coming "introduction"...
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Post by Laura De'Icco on Feb 23, 2007 14:16:22 GMT -4
Laura takes her place in front of the podium after a quick glance back at the Familia members, giving them a quick eye wink as most of them have no idea of the "addition" to the ranks of the faction. As the crowd converses among themselves in speculation over the coming "introduction", she begins to speak into the microphone...[glow=red,2,300] Ladies and gentlemen...Action Packed Wrestling roster and staff alike...It is with GREAT pleasure and honor...That we the Familia give to you...THE newest acquisition to the company that IS APW. A young athlete capable of assisting in taking the promotion to new heights in the coming years and helping to cement APW as THE premiere professional wrestling organization...A man who Mr. Vegas himself believes possesses the ability to be the "heir to the throne" so to speak. A young man who had just began to see his full potential blossom in his previous employers promotion before it folded some months ago. A man who embodies...Everything the Familia Regime stands for...And lives by...So...Without further ado, please give a warm welcome to the newest...Addition to OUR...Family...[/glow] And with that the arena is engulfed in darkness as Laura takes her place at the side of the entrance stage with the others as they all begin to applaud the newest family member...Then...{Click To Watch}
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Post by whocoulditbe on Feb 23, 2007 15:53:38 GMT -4
- After Aries makes his grand entrance. He walks up to the podium to address the public. As Justice stands at the podium looking out at the crowd that has gathered. A smiles comes across his face before he speaks. - Hello and good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Justice Aries the newest member of the Familia and the general within it's forces. I come here to make one thing perfectly clear to you all. Justice Will Be Served to all and to all that oppose the Familia. I come here to APW to do one thing, and one thing only.....Dominate. Show those who dare look down on me the error of their ways.There are people here in APW right now. Who will soon feel the wrath of Aries, and they know who they are too. *smiles* But that swift justice will come later. I grantee you that. Right now thou I am putting the APW roster on notice. BEWARE...For soon your fantasy world WILL come crushing down upon you, and reality will set in. AN that reality is.... That you will soon fall one by one to the greatness that is the Familia with your truly helping lead the charge.No more will undeserving people hold or get shots at belts that they just have no business even ask for. No longer will people talk down about the Familia without receiving the proper punishment for it. I am here to set what is wrong here in APW right again. No one is safe from the terror I am about to unleash here. The whole roster of APW should be on guard. Because anyone of you could be next to face Justice, and justice will be done.- Justice take off his expansive shades, and puts them in his jacket pocket. He looks at his Familia brethren then turns back to the crowd and grins. - Most of you know who I am, and some of you don't. But by the end of the season you will all Know, Fear, and Respect Me. An that is a fact no one can deny, and if they try. They will feel the Hammer Of Justice, and it will not be good. I am not here to make friends. I here to put people in their places. Understand this people...I'm not here to make you like me. I could careless about you fans here in APW. What's that saying. *short pause* Ah yes...Either you love me or hate me, but you WILL respect me. And that goes out you people in the crowd who will be behind somebody one moment. Then leave them high and dry the next. An if you don't like what I just said... Tough. Deal with it.- The crowd starts to boo at Aries, and he spreads his arms out closing his eyes like he is soaking it all in. He even motion for them to give him more. He stand like that for a few minute. Before opening his eyes back up and continuing. -End closing...Because I'm tired of wasting my breath on you people. I will say this and then be done with this all. The Familia WILL be a force to be reckoned with. All those who will try and get in our way WILL fail miserably. The time is now that we will start to separate ourselves from the rest, and prove that we are in fact the best APW has to offer. Stand up and pay close attention people. Because the REAL show is just about to begin. Now ask yourselves are you really ready. I sure hope your are. Because if you are not. *smiles* You just might not make it. Justice Aries is here b***hes. Get use to it. Familia...4 Life...Thank you.- Aries reaches into his pocket, and retrieves his shades then puts them back on. He then raises his arms in the air as he steps back from the podium smiling. Satisfied with what he has just said to the world. - |
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Post by King Vegas on Feb 23, 2007 16:38:44 GMT -4
...And with that said...Mr. Aries' joins his now stable mates back at the top of the entrance ramp as all eyes are on the Familia...Having successfully shocked the wrestling world once more...Bringing forth a NEW day within the Familia Regime as a whole...As well as the world of professional wrestling...The...End...*Dramatic Pause* FAMILIA BITCHES!!!!!!!!!! The Beginning of YOUR End... 
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