Press Conference(O2187)

[Joe Bruiser]

The camera comes on and all you see is a bunch of reporters sitting down in chairs as well as camera men standing in the back. You also see 2 separate tables with a Mic on each table where someone will be talking. All of the sudden the door opens and Eye Of The Tiger hits over the speakers and you see Joe Bruiser walk in and the camera men go NUTS and take lots of pictures. Joe is wearing his wrestling attire which is his red entrance jacket, blue boxing shorts, red sunglasses, and his boxing gloves. Joe takes a seat and says hi to the reporters and camera men as he waits for 187 to walk in.

[fninfamous]

The sound of the song "Natural Born Killaz" by Ice Cube and Dr. Dre blares throughout the speakers. 187 makes his way out from the side to where his table. Dressed up in his usual wrestling attire. The red hat, white tank top, his "187" bulletproof vest, red skull shorts, and the black and white All-Star Converse sneakers is what he wore. The second he was in the public eye, he was almost blinded from the flash photography that rapidly went off. 187 stood there infront of the camera men for a moment with a smirk on his face. He reached up behind his head and straightened the red fitted hat on his head. Then he folded his arms across his chest. Posing a little bit for the press. Once the camera men stop taking pictures, 187 takes a seat in his chair at his table. His music cuts off once he's at the table. Now ready to get this press conference underway.

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe has his arms lying on the table as the first reporter asks Joe there question.

Jenny Lukins, Channel 7.

[glow=blue,2,300]Go ahead.[/glow]

May I ask you why you called this conference?

[glow=blue,2,300]Ahhh very good question.[/glow]

187 looks over at Joe with a mean look as Joe looks over at 187. Then back over at the reporter.

[glow=blue,2,300]Well Miss Lukins, I called this conference because I have a HUGE announcement to make. I am challenging 187 to a good ol fashion LAST MAN STANDING MATCH. Next question.[/glow]

Mr. Bruiser?

[glow=blue,2,300]Go ahead.[/glow]

Marcus Heat from the Local newspaper.

Joe nods.

Why this press conference just for that?

[glow=blue,2,300]Why you ask? Well it brings me back to my good ol days being a boxer where I did this at every match of mine and we would bitch and bitch at each other. We haven't been able to bitch and make fun of each other in awhile, so I figured what the hell. Next.[/glow]

Mr. Bruiser?

[glow=blue,2,300]Yes.[/glow]

Joe Phoenix from the daily double. You do realize that this could end in a VERY bad way, correct am I?

[glow=blue,2,300]Of course you are correct but thats about the only thing I have in common with 187. We both just don't give a shit. Next.[/glow]

The next question was for 187.

[fninfamous]

A young female reporter looks at 187 with her hand up in the air.

Reporter 1: "Catherine DiPallo, Channel 5."

187 nods his head and responds.

"A'ight."

Reporter 1: "Yeah. Now that Joe has challenged you to a Last Man Standing match. How does that make you feel? What are your feeling going into this match?"

"How do I feel? Seriously... 'Dats yo' question? A'ight. It's like Joe just said. I don't give a sh*t. I don't give a damn. And I damn sure do not give a f**k. I've been fightin' 'dis mothaf**ka fo' a good three monthes now. You think 'dis is gonna make me feel any different than any time befo'? We've bled. We've used weapons. We've brought ladders in. We've fought in 'da cage. We've fought backstage. We've fought in 'da parkin' lot. You think I'ma be scared 'bout beatin' Joe's punk @$$ unconscious once again? You got anotha' thing comin'."

187 looks out among the reporters and points his left index finger at a scruffy looking reporter.

Reporter 2: "Jake Robinson. The World of Wrestling magazine."

187 nods his head and responds.

"Whatchu got fo' me?"

Reporter 2: "Now. You have said that this little problem between you two has been an ongoing battle for the better of three monthes?."

"Yeah."

Reporter 2: "Would you consider Joe to be one of your worse adversaries or the worst enemy you've had yet?"

"My worst enemy? Nah. I can't say he's 'da worst one I've had. But he damn sure is 'da biggest b***h of them all. I've done had my fair share of enemies since gettin' in 'dis bidness. Stemmin' from ova' in Ohio ALL 'DA WAY ova' to 'da East Coast and then brings me to here in APW. I've fought a lot of people and have been through so much in such a short amount of time. I've had some really bad enemies along 'dat way. Joe Bruisa' bein' 'da worst of them all? Naaaah. He up there in 'da top ten. But 'da numba' one spot? Naaah. Not even close."

187 then looks up to where the reporters on again. Looking for the next most willing person to get an answer out of him. He recognizes a certain face in the crowd and points out to him.

"You there."

Reporter 3: "SevenDeuce. FAMagazine."

"A'ight homie. Shoot."

Reporter 3: "Alright. Now it has been said that you two have become a danger to yourselves as well as each other. I believe the last time you two met outside the ring, you two ended up breaking into a fight during an interview and scared the daylights out of Emily Blake. There is word that the Angels have become worried with what might happen if this goes on any longer. Your thoughts on this?"

"Damn. People pissin' they pants cause of me now? 'Da Angels fear they may have to call 5-0 on my @$$? Ain't 'dat a b***h. Well fear no mo' folks. 'Dis lil' Last Man Standing match between myself and Bruisa'... it's gonna be 'da final decidin' factor on who's betta' in 'dis b***h. You see 'dis mothaf**ka think he got me 'cause he used to be a boxa' and knocked cats out in 'dat area. But me? I'm from 'da streets. I've been involved in so much sh*t back in 'da day 'dat you could NOT believe how many people got knocked 'da f**k out runnin' they mouths. I know how to use my fists. Joe can tell ya. I busted his f**kin' jaw so many times, it's surprising he still able to talk straight. You can tell everyone they ain't gotta fear no mo'. I'ma end 'dis sh*t at Karma & Effect. Show ol' Joe Bruisa' ova' there 'dat it aint' safe no mo'."

Then it turns back over to Joe Bruiser...

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe looks over at 187 and throws his hands up.

[glow=blue,2,300]Are you kidding me? Your going to finish..................[/glow]

Joe points at himself.

[glow=blue,2,300]Me? PLEASE haha next question please.[/glow]

Tony Kenseth, Wrestling Illustrated.

[glow=blue,2,300]Go ahead.[/glow]

Rumors are saying that you blame Mr. 187 for everything and.............

[glow=blue,2,300]Whoa whoa stop right there. I never said I blamed 187 for every problem here in the APW. I just PLAINLY said that he is a danger to us all here. At this moment he is a danger to each and everyone of you, none of us no whether he will all of the sudden pull out a gun or something, or even just pull out a few throwing knives. Next.[/glow]

Mr. Joe Bruiser sir. Private Teddy Bair of the US ARMY SIR.

[glow=blue,2,300]May I ask why you are here?[/glow]

Sir the APW is our Saturday nights over there sir. We all watch it every week sir.

[glow=blue,2,300]Really? State your question then.[/glow]

Sir will you or 187 win the match SIR?

[glow=blue,2,300]Do I even NEED to answer that question?[/glow]

Yes sir, we have a bet going on in my tent sir, on who is going to win the match sir.

Joe has a OOOOOKKKKKKKK look on his face.

[glow=blue,2,300]Why that would be me Private sir. Next.[/glow]

Claude Terrell of the St. Louis Post.

[glow=blue,2,300]Yes Mr. Terrell.[/glow]

I read somewhere that the angels are just a tad mad at you and 187 after your CHILDISH antics. Is that true?

[glow=blue,2,300]WHAT? CHILDISH? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I will make this short, yes they are mad at us but CHILDISH? We are not.[/glow]

The next reporter has a question for 187.

[fninfamous]

187 shakes his head at Bruiser's last comment. He leans forward into his microphone and begins to say...

" 'Dats some funny sh*t right there. My "antics" as you put it... are no where near childish. Childish sh*t would be me talkin' 'bout meetin' his @$$ at some playground so we can duke it out by 'da swingset. What I do is 'dat classic entertainment. 'Da kind of sh*t 'dat 'da people 'round 'da globe find entertaining. As long as I keep gettin' 'dat positive response from what I do, then I'ma keep doin' what I do. On 'da otha' hand though... We do got one child in 'dis b***h. 'Dats 'dat man ova' there..."

He points over at where Bruiser is sitting.

"Mothaf**ka look like a damn clown wit' all 'dat red hair. Parents... if you see 'dis face ova' there.... take yo' kids... and run. Run fast. Run far away.... A'ight. Next question."

187 looks out among the reporters once again. He just randomly points at one.

"You there."

Reporter 4: "Mary Jane. Wrestling Digest.

"What!? Your name is seriously Mary Jane?"

Reporter 4: "Ummmm... Yes?

"F**kin' nice.... A'ight. What's yo' question?"

Reporter 4: "I'd like your answer to the question asked before. Who do you think is going to win between you and Joe Bruiser at the Pay Per View?

"Come on now. First round knockout by ya boy 'Da Infamous 187. It's curtains fo' 'dis man. No damn contest 'bout it. I'ma walk into 'da ring. Do what I do best. Leave him out cold wit' his eyes closed. Then I'ma hit 'da backstage, roll a blunt, and just chill 'da rest of 'da night. Next question."

187 looks out among the crowd of reporters once again. He spots a young kid who looks like he could be in high school. He points to him and says...

"You kid. Whatcha got fo' me?"

Reporter 5: "Jamie Robinson. I run a local magazine in my town called Pro Wrestling Insider."

"Local magazine?"

Reporter 5: "Yes sir."

"Cool, cool. Lemme ask you somethin' quick."

Reporter 5: "Alright."

"You a 187 fan? Or you a Joe Bruisa' fan?"

The young kid reached down to his waist and grabbed the bottom of her hooded sweatshirt that she was wearing. She then lifted her hooded sweatshirt up to reveal the old nWo-styled "187" red logo black t-shirt.

Reporter 5: "Tha Infamous 187 all the way! You are the man!"

187 laughs to himself as he nods his head.

"Smart girl. What's yo' question?"

Reporter 5: "Okay. I've been wanting to ask you this for a very long time. I was hoping to one day be able to ask you a question for my magazine and here I am lucky enough to be able to. Alright. My question is... If you had the choice to fight any person... ANY person at all in the wrestling business... who would it be?"

"Anybody at all? If I had to pick.... hmmm... I'd have to go wit' WWE's John Cena. Yeah. I ain't don't take too kindly to someone who's pretty much puttin' out a fake @$$ watered down version of what a thug is. He's been puttin' out straight garbage and I think he seriously need a wake up call on 'dat sh*t. I don't take too kindly to someone tryna' make it look like bein' a thug was somethin' easy. I'd definitely take on John Cena and show him what it's really 'bout. You got a question 'bout me and Bruisa's match at Karma & Effect?"

Reporter 5: "As a matter of fact... I do. Is it okay if I get to ask you another question?"

"Fo' a fan? Hell yeah. Lemme know what's on yo' mind."

Reporter 5: "Okay. I've been watching what you do almost religiously. I've followed your fight with Joe Bruiser for the entire three month period that it has been going on. I want to ask you what you're favorite moment of your fight with Joe Bruiser was."

"My favorite moment between myself and Bruisa'? Well, I don't really got a favorite moment wit' us togetha'. Only because wheneva' I'm in 'da same room wit' 'dis mothaf**ka, I gotta restrain myself from hoppin' ova' 'dis table right here and kickin' his f**kin' teeth down his throat. Ya know what I mean? But I do got a favorite moment 'dat I've done wit' 'dis mothaf**ka. You rememba' 'dat promo I cut on 'dis snitchin' @$$ mothaf**ka in 'da court room?"

Reporter 5: "Yes. That was classic."

"Aha! Yes it was. 'Dat was my favorite sh*t right there."

The camera switches over to Joe Bruiser now to see what happens next.

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe just smiles and shakes his head.

[glow=blue,2,300]No comment on any of that bullshit, NEXT.[/glow]

A Young womens stands up.

Melina James, Ladies weekly.

Joe raises one eyebrow.

[glow=blue,2,300]Go ahead my dear.[/glow]

Have you like....ever thought about hiring a hitman or....something to take out like......187?

[glow=blue,2,300]Like No I haven't, like never thought of it, like NO. Next.[/glow]

Mr. Bruiser, Mr. Anikan Kenobi on behalf of the TIGERS CLUB.

[glow=blue,2,300]Yeah?[/glow]

You and Mr. 187 seem to have this different type of hatred for one another, to the point where I herd rumors that both of you are............

Anikan puts up his 2 fingers on his right hand to signal an inch

This close to being suspended.

[glow=blue,2,300]Rumors are rumors Mr. Kenobi, they are meant to be just that RUMORS. But, we are being looked at from what I have been told, but that is nothing to 187 as he is looked at everyday by cops. He is use to it.[/glow]

187 shakes his head.

[glow=blue,2,300]Next.[/glow]

Hello I am Cindy Meekins of the APW Website.

[glow=blue,2,300]Ahhh, this will be good.[/glow]

Not likely, how do you feel going into this Last Man Standing Match at Karma & Effect?

[glow=blue,2,300]WOW, I knew this would be good. Well I feel pretty good about my chances as 187 doesn't have as much experience as I do in these type of situations. He is probably as pissed off as can be since this isn't for the Nationwide Title. Of course I would still beat him anyway, but you get the point.[/glow]

Cameras are going off as the next question is for 187.

[fninfamous]

"Pffft... if 'dat belt was on 'da line fo' our match... I'd take 'dat sh*t from you like it was a damn robbery. Ohhhhh... Shouldn't have said that... now should I? 'Dats 'dat kind of sh*t I say 'dat make 'da police gimme funny looks right? I shouldn't provoke and feed you sh*t to throw back at me right? Aha! Jot 'dat lil' line down Bruisa' so you can throw robbin' mothaf**kas in yo' next feeble attempt at tryna' battle on 'da mic' wit' me. A'ight. Last few questions fo' me now. Let's see..."

187 looks out among the sea of reporters once again. Looking to see what lucky reporter will get their chance to ask him another question. He decides to just pick another one at random. He points out a young female reporter that seemed to be very anxious to ask her question.

"You there."

Reporter 6: "Stephanie McLauren from the High Times magazine."

"Hot dayum. They let the High Times people up in 'dis b***h? One second."

187 reaches down into his pants pocket for a moment. Sifting through his belongings in his pocket. Then he pulls his hand from his pocket and reveal that there just happens to be a blunt in his pocket. Big surprise, huh? 187 places that blunt right in his mouth and then goes pocket fishing once more. This time when he pulls his hand from his pocket, there's a chrome Zippo lighter in his hand. He flips opens the lid, sparks the flame, lights the blunt, and puts the lighter away. Flashes from cameras light up as they watch 187 do this. Taking a few quick puffs from the blunt, he looks back at the reporter from High Times magazine with a smirk on his face and says...

"Okay. Proceed."

Reporter 6: "*giggles* Alright. Now 187... How do YOU feel going into this Last Man Standing match?"

"Is every otha' reporta' gonna ask me what 'da last one asked me? Damn. F**k it. How do I feel? I feel good. I feel confident goin' into 'dis match. I ain't scared. I ain't got no funny feelings goin' into 'dis match. It ain't nothin' new to me. I've been in damn near every match type 'dats been developed. I've been through it all. There ain't much 'dat you can do to me 'dat someone else hasn't already tried to do befo'. It ain't gonna be much different from what I'm used to doin'. I'ma walk in 'dat ring. Smoke Bruisa' like 'dis blunt. Put my ashes out in 'da middle of 'dat ring. And let Bruisa' fade away like marijuana smoke floatin' through 'da air. Next question."

187 took a quick hit from the blunt in his mouth before exhaling smoke into the air. Not like he cared that he was smoking marijuana in public. What were they going to do? Give him a fine? Arrest him? Pffft... he had bail money sitting in his pocket right this very moment. He didn't care. He'd hand the cop the bail money if they tried something and he'd be right on his way in less than a minute. 187 just picked another random reporter out of the crowd.

Reporter 7: "Brad Norton from Total Wrestling Magazine."

"Whatcha got fo' me man?"

Reporter 7: "What is your plans after Karma & Effect? What do you see yourself doing in the future?"

"Hmmm... Afta' Karma & Effect, huh? I ain't really got a plan. Probably gonna scrap wit' 'da next mothaf**ka who think they got 'da balls to battle wit' 'da best right here. You know what I mean? I don't really plan sh*t out. Whateva' happens, happens. And if at 'da end of 'da day I got some punk runnin' his mouth 'bout me... Then I guess I did my job. I ain't got nothin' planned. Whoeva' wanna pop off at 'da mouth next is gonna get it from ya boy 187. 'Dats it. No mo' questions. You'll have to wait and see what happens to know what goes down. So hurry up and get yo' @$$es some tickets or order Karma & Effect on Pay Per View to see 'da massacre of Joe Bruisa'. Aha!"

187 folds his arms across his chest. Satisfied with his answers for the reporters. He just sits back in his seat, smoking the blunt in his mouth. Waiting for whatever happens next at these conferences.