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Post by Jason Cross on Jul 25, 2007 8:33:16 GMT -4
Once more the fans stand and cheer as the music of Jason Cross plays. Making his way to the ring a smile on his face Jason grabs a nearby Mic and begins to speak. Well it's been a long month and 187 and I both hold victories over one another leaving us tied up so to speak. Now after thinking this over it seems to me the best way to end this is for us to have one more match at the pay-per-view with the title on the line. Of course for this to be official all I need is for 187 to come on down here and accept the match and out the title on the line, so 187 come on down it's time for you to face your future as former champ because as I told you at the start of the month I'm not stopping until I get what I want. Once again Jason finds himself waiting in the ring for 187 to come out and answer him.
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Post by fninfamous on Jul 25, 2007 16:14:50 GMT -4
As if on cue, "Lose My Mind" by Young Buck begins to blare out across the arena through the PA system. Slowly but surely the APW World Champion, Tha Infamous 187, began to make his way through the backstage curtain. With a microphone in hand and the belt securely strapped across his stomach, he begins to make his way down the entrance ramp toward the ring. The fans booed and yelled insults at 187 as he walked down the ramp. He simply just smirked and shook his head as he ignored the fans. Once he reached the ring, he made his way to the left side of the ring, up the steel steps, onto the ring apron, through the ropes, and into the ring. 187 motions his free hand across his neck for his music to be cut and they fade it out immediately. After his music is off, 187 looks at Jason with that same smirk on his face and lifts the microphone up to his lips to speak...
"Well, it's 'bout 'dat time again. Pay-per-view time once again. It's time for me to put 'dis title of mine on the line against 'dis punk mothaf**ka Jason Cross. I got one win ova' you. You got yo'self a win ova' me. And as you've said, it's time fo' a tie breaka' come Red, White, & Bruised. But you STILL have 'dis delusional vision in yo' head 'dat you're gonna be takin' 'dis title away from me. Pfft.. You'll have to pry 'dis title from my cold, dead hands. I told you 'dis befo'. You're gonna have to kill me in orda' to take 'dis title from me. It's 'dat simple. And since not one person in 'dis bidness 'dat I have gone up against has been able to do 'dat. I don't think you gonna be able to do it eitha'. But hell.. I'll give ya a shot to try and take 'dis title from me. Come 'dis Red, White, & Bruised... it's gonna be myself... 'Da Infamous 187... goin' one on one wit' " 'Da Livin' Sasquatch" himself... Jason Cross... in a Hell in a Cell match. Whatcha think 'bout 'dat?"
He lowers the microphone from his mouth to give Jason his chance to respond.
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Post by Jason Cross on Jul 26, 2007 9:51:55 GMT -4
So let me get this straight 187. You say the only way I'm going to get that title from you is to pry it from your cold dead hands, when we both know the reality of the situation is much simpler than that. All I really have to do is knock you down for three whole seconds shoulders pinned to the mat and that belt is mine, and as our last match showed not only can I knock you down, but I can damn well knock you out! Oh and to make things even better you want to lock yourself in a cage with me where I can hurl you like a lawn dart into the steel sides before I put you down with a spear and take that title from you. Hell sign me up seems like an all around good time to me, although it's going to be a night of hell for you before things are over. Lowering his mic Jason waits for the inevitable reply from 187.
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Post by fninfamous on Jul 27, 2007 16:03:36 GMT -4
187 raises an eyebrow as he looks at Jason. He shakes his head and raises the microphone to his lips to reply..
"You seem to forget how difficult it was in 'dat match 'dat you managed to win. You see, you knocked me down for ten seconds after we had been at it all over the ring. I wasn't knocked out though. I was knocked down. Tired from the war that had been going on between us. Had you tried to cover me if it was any other match, you would have not been victorious. 'Dats where you fo'get what matters. 'Da first match we had, you had to pin me. Did you? Hell no. If you had to pin to win last match, would you have won? Hell no. You just tired a mothaf**ka out is all. And don't you go gettin' yo' head blown up by 'dat 'cause you know damn well yo' punk @$$ was left hurtin' too. Standin' here actin' like you accomplished somethin' major, b***h please. If I had a lil' mo' time to get to my feet, you would be here actin' like you 'da sh*t. But now you seem to think you gonna kick my @$$ in 'dis cell... HA! Maybe if you pull 'dat needle out yo' @$$ and calm 'da f**k down fo' a few seconds, you would be thinkin' straight. What's gonna happen down here in reality, down here on planet Earth... I'm gonna walk in 'da cage. You're gonna walk in 'da cage. They'll lock it up tight. Bell ring. I f**k you up. Beat yo' @$$ down to 'da mat. Pin ya punk @$$. Bell rings. I exit 'dat b***h wit' my title. And I'm off wit' my life while you down at 'da bottom again where you belong. Period."
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