It's That Time Again Bitchez!{O2A}

[Kasino Royale]

+The sound of J.R. Writer's "Riot Pump" blasts from the PA system as through the curtain steps the 6'10 enforcer of the Familia, Kasino Royale. Dressed in casual attire, he immediately makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp, stopping and pausing in his advancements before raising his arm high above his head, his fist clenched tight as if signaling that business was about to pick up tonight. He had a plan. Something he had done a few months back and wanted to see what the new talent in APW had to offer this time around. +

+After introducing himself into the scene, he began his way down to ringside and within moments, he climbed his massive frame into the ring after retrieving a microphone and made his way to the center of the squared circle awaiting the music to die down and fade out. As the music begins to die down, he raises the microphone to his lips, already beginning his dialog and his plan for the upcoming Pay Per View show.+

Aiight, aiight. Ya' know what time it is again. The PPV...6 Feet Deep is comin' up soon. Got a lot of sumbitches putting their bodies on the line on that night and for sure it's gonna be a damn memorable night for APW's short history. Hell the Fam being there is gon' pretty much guarantee that anyway. But, for this night coming up? The big man got his own plans too.

And if you know anything about the Fam then you already know what it is bitches. The homey Dice got some other business to handle so that leaves me free to kick some ass solo tonight. Yea that's right. The beast is unleashed once again. Kasino's Roulette Royale is once again gonna be done for the bitches in the back right now shaking in fear of the Fam baby. So this is what it's gonna be. Me in this ring here with WHOEVER in the back has the damn balls to step in it with the baddest man on the freakin' planet Kasino Royale. Don't matter who it is. I don't even give a damn what they've done or what title they've held or even where the hell they held it. Xavier, Showtime, Carnage, it don't matter because I'm whoopin' every ass that steps in it tonight damnit.

+He then makes his way to the ring ropes, leaning over it slightly as he finishes up...+

So boys and bitches in the back? Yea that's right, females are welcomed to get that ass rocked to sleep too. I don't discriminate, I participate. Who's it gonna be? Come on now don't keep me waiting all damn night...

+He lowers the microphone to his side, mean muggin' the entrance ramp as not even a few seconds pass before a theme music hits the arena and out onto the stage steps...+

[Corona]

Bleed It Out by Linkin Park plays as Cruz Corona makes his way out of the back. A microphone in his and he made his way to the ring at a fast pace. He rolled under the bottom rope and the got to his feet, raising his mic.

So you don't care what the person that takes your challenge has done? Well that works out for me just fine, I don't really want to relive my long losing rut that I was in. But anyway I'm out here to accept your open challenge Kasino Royale.

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Corona waited for Kasino's reply.

[Michelle Tosso]

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

Kasino and Corona look towards the stage as Michelle is standing there on the stage as the crowd is cheering.

[glow=blue,2,300]I accept your open challenge Casino. I look at it like my first match against a MALE superstar. Even though it is a Battle Royal match I still want in Kasino. I no I am risking the chance of a possible serious energy but You Kasino no ALL about taking chances right? Then you know why I must be in this match.[/glow]

Michelle seemed a little serious this time. I guess the match against Sara Andrews took a toll on her as she barely lost that match.

[Kasino Royale]

+Normally when the sacrificial lambs began making their way down to the ring, the big man would have an enormous smile on his face. This time however, a look of shock and confusion falls over his face as he raises the microphone to his mouth to speak...+

Alright. Okay. So far we've got some jackass named after a cheap and HIGHLY over rated alcoholic beverage and a adrenaline junkie blond midget. Not bad for starters. But let's see some of the big dogs back there get their asses out here. They can't be THAT much of a bunch of pussies. Where's Nate Michaels, Hamburger Man that's always with Bruiser and Tequila man here. That big Undertaker wanna be sumbitch. Where's he at when a challenge is issued. Let's see how bad his sci fi ass really is. Come on people this ain't for the weak. Big boys come out and play.

+Once again lowering the microphone again, a smile finally appearing on his face as the another entrance music hits the arena, catching the attention of everyone as they turn towards the curtain to see...+

[thefuture]

Perhaps not a theme, but the words before it begins....

I AM

MISTER....
FUCKING....
SHOWTIME....[/center][/size][/color]

The fans begin to cheer heavily upon hearing the voice. It continues on as their cheers rise.

....AND YOUR ABOUT TO GET....

SHPWNT!

The crowd screams in unison, then a lightning bolt hits the stage as "Breathe Into Me" by RED hits the speaker system. Showtime pops out from the stage, landing on his feet with the ever present signature shades of his staring down at the ring. The music continues to blare and the crowd roars in approval as he taunts on stage for them. After a few moments more, he nods his head towards a stagehand, having a mic tossed to him shortly afterwards. After doing so, he makes his way down the ramp, giving high fives to the fans along the way before running up and sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He walks straight past the three in the ring, heading for the far corner and jumping up to the second turnbuckle to taunt for the fans once more. After a few seconds, he hops down, looking at all those who had gathered in front of him. His music slowly fades away, being replaced by a Showtime chant from the crowd.

SHOW-TIME! SHOW-TIME! SHOW-TIME!

He looks around the arena, nodding in approval to the crowd as his hands met his hips. After scanning the thousands of people in attendance, he looks back to the three in the ring before him. The microphone slowly raises up as the crowd lowers their tone, allowing him to speak.

Is it just me or did I hear my name?

The crowd cheers, knowing that his name had been spoken by the big man issuing the challenge. Showtime continues on.

While that list you threw out is impressive, it's easy to see who these fans came to watch compete in this very ring.

Their cheers became more audible, agreeing wholely with Showtime.

Simply by saying my name......

He holds up a finger, as if telling the three to wait a moment.

Excuse me one second.

He turns to his side, looking out at the crowd as he walked over to the ropes.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.....

The crowd roared in anticipation of the coming catchphrase.

WELCOME....TO....THE....SHOW!
WELCOME....TO....THE....SHOW!

He lowered the mic to his side, nodding his head and smiling in approval of the fans participation. He let them cheer for a full minute, finally turning his attention back to the other three in the ring as the mic raised once more.

Now, as I was saying, simply by saying MY name, you sealed your fate at Six Feet Deep. You can throw all the fancy names and gimmicks into the match you want. But in the end, there will be just one result.

He raised his free hand up in the air, keeping the one with the mic level with his mouth.

My arm...raised in victory. THAT is your future.

He lowers the mic as the crowd rocked the arena with another loud cheer. A smirk formed in the corner of his lips, looking directly at Kasino as he awaited a reply.

[Kasino Royale]

+A HUGE smile came to the big man's face seeing Daniels make his way out to the ring. He knew it was only a matter of time after calling his name before he'd come out and begin to run his damn mouth like only he could. He shook his head, the smile growing on his face the entire time. Not able to wait any longer, and with Showtime finished with his first official PPV related long winded rant, the big man cuts in quickly with...+

Yea yea, you heard right Daniels . I called your damn name so what. You and the Fam got a little bit of history anyway don't we Daniels? Yea, we do. Most don't even know you were like...Literally SECONDS away from joining the Fam back in New York. So we automatically got unfinished business homeboy. THAT'S why I called your name son. So before you get into those trade mark HOUR LONG bitchin' and cryin' rants, let's cut the bull man. I gotta get a chance to shove this size 14 foot down your freakin' throat Showtime. Finally I'm gon' get that chance. You fucked up and made your way here to APW. Word of advice man. This ain't New York, Ohio OR Detroit. Toronto? This is the Fam's stompin' grounds. Shit's done different up here jackass. It's by our rules and only our rules, so you want in? Psshh...Welcome aboard Jabber Jaw. Just don't talk the rest of the people in the match to death before it's "showtime". No pun intended. Now who the hell else wants a piece back there? Cinder? Fuckin' birthday clown lookin' bastard get yer ass out here. Not like you got somethin' to do since Nate ain't carryin' that ass anymore. Come on, somebody, step on up to the plate.

[thefuture]

Showtime cuts in before another entrance could come to be.

Blah, blah, blah. FAM this and FAM that. The FAM consists of a couple street hookers, a bunch of gang banger wannabes, a pornstar, and a SELF-PROCLAIMED "king." If the FAM were so damn good, you wouldn't have gotten your asses kicked last week by a couple of naked chicks on national television. If the FAM were so damn good, Vegas wouldn't have gotten his ass kicked for the World title by some guy in drag who decided to ripoff MY finisher. If the FAM were so damn good, you wouldn't be out here begging for someone of importance like myself to come out here and make your ass famous simply by stepping foot in the same ring. IF the FAM were so damn good. BUT, THEY AIN'T!

Showtime smirks, the crowd cheering in approval of his words.

So, I'm out here to prove to all of you just how "good" you really are. I'll start with you big man. Chop down the tree first. At Six Feet Deep, it's on. Now, let's get some more people out here in this thing.

He looks to the stage, awaiting the next entrance.

[Kasino Royale]

+He knew this sumbitch wasn't gonna cooperate. *sigh*...+

If? If YOU were any smarter than that damn ring post over there you'd shut the hell up and stop thinking your opinion matters. If YOU knew any damn better you'd know about the impact the Fam has made in this business in the past two years. If YOU knew any freakin' better, you'd have a bit more sense than to try to take on an entire faction on your own. What you got a death wish or somethin'? Fuck it. You want it, you got it Daniels. Thought you was smarter but I guess I was wrong. If we were of any importance? Ha...Well hey, keep an eye out baby boy. We'll see if you're right REAL REAL soon. Don't sweat it...

+Turning back to the entrance ramp once again...+

Alright, Mr. Showtime finally got all the excess bullshit out of that cock hole of his so who else wants some....Come get it while it's hot before I give this porcupine lookin' jackass a "ratings clip" of his fuckin' own. Come on now.

[blaze]

Silence, like anybody else would truly want to waste their time on this little group of washed up, nobody, has beens that never were. Well, I guess there was one man who had the time to spare...

'This Is Why I'm Hot' by Mims begins to blare over the Pa system, though it is nearly drowned out by the deafening cheers of the crowd. The fans rise to their feet, admiring none other than the first ever APW World Champion Gregory Shaddix as he emerges from backstage. A Mic already in hand, Shaddix calls for his music to be cut as he begins to pace around the stage...

[glow=blue,2,300]"Now that....that was what I would call a true welcome for a top name superstar. Not just the few little fourteen year old MySpace whores chanting 'Showtime' for an over-rated, over-hyped nobody as we have sadly just witnessed here mere moments ago."[/glow]

The crowd has a mixed reaction, as is to be expected. The Shaddix fans cheer, the Showtime fans boo. Here in APW, can you guess which of those two is the loudest?

[glow=blue,2,300]"Let see who we have here? Cruz Corona....Yeaaaaaah....Why don't you go ahead and....Cruz....on out of here and let the big boys talk.....Michelle Tosso......Well.....Um......who the hell are you?.....Kasino....My homey....K-Dawg....My brother from another mother....how goes it bitch? And last.....and really...the least....Showtime....Bryan....fuggin...
Daniels....Damn man...Long time no see.....Last time I saw you....lets think here....oh...yeah...right....you were costing me the tag titles up in New York.....I remember now......Man, I should have Incinerated your sorry ass when I had the chance....Yes, Incinerated....the move the makes the fans cheer....the move my opponents fear...and the move that puts your pathetic little....'finisher'....to shame...."[/glow]

Remaining on the stage, not wanting to catch the stupidity that obviously infected all those currently in the ring...Shaddix finishes up his little rant...

[glow=blue,2,300]"Showtime...two words of advice for ya bro....One, if your going to talk smack on me...Be original....I mean, every other lame ass, still lives in his moms basement, couldn't get a woman if even he paid her jerk off has called me a....'drag queen'....So I shouldn't expect any better from you I guess...but I can hope, right.....And two....when you do finally come up with an original line that you'd probably have to pay two Jewish writers to come up with for you since you ain't got an original bone in your damn body...ha, showstoppa...where have I heard that beofre?......Say it to my face....Not to Kasino....not to the fans...not to your mom while shes goin down on ya...to...my...face..."[/glow]

After an extremely short pause....

[glow=blue,2,300]"Oh, and if you havent figured it out yet on your own....and add me to the match bitches..."[/glow]

[Corona]

Corona laughed to himself after Shaddix's long winded speech. Shaddix talked about being original, and yet he used jokes that five year olds could come up with. Corona brought the microphone to his lips and spoke.

Shaddix..Shaddix.. You come out here and tell people to be original. Yet I've heard that whole "Cruz....on out of here" shtick when I was back in kindergarten.

Corona paused as Shaddix's fans booed him. He really didn't care so he went on.

You talk big for a guy thats pretty much washed up. Sure your the first APW champion, and sure you've held it on more then one occasion. But what about last week? What happened to the former bad ass champion? The man who says that the Ladder match is his match?

He stopped for more boos from Shaddix's fans. A smile ran across his face.

I'll tell you where that guy was. He was way to busy getting his ass put through the damn mat. By non other them yours truly, Cruz Corona. I know that I didn't win that match, but I was a hell of a lot to winning then you were. You like to act like your better then some of the other people in this match. But after what I saw in that match, it looks like you are nothing more then a shell. A shell of a former great champion. A shell of someone that people want to pay money to see. Now they pay to see people that are way better then what you once were.

Another long pause from Corona. The Shaddix fans kept booing and started to throw things.

I don't care if you chew me out from what I said. You can go ahead and creak more childish jokes. I just really don't care anymore. I'll just see you all at the PPV.

Corona dropped his microphone and walked backstage.

[Kasino Royale]

+The big man only shook his head at the arrival of the Kiss wanna be. Seems this son of a bitch was like a cockroach. Just never died or stayed fuckin' gone.+

Aiight SHADixx, you want in you're in you lil' bitch. I got no problem beatin' the eye liner off your washed up ass. "This is why I'm hot"? Mothafucka' that song ALONE is why you're NOT. Change that wack ass shit already. And ditch the aqua blue hammer pants too man, you look like a damn fool brah'. Now, we got one more spot for anybody backstage who ain't scheduled to get that ass whooped come this Saturday. Any takers on this 5 star ass kicking?

["The Icon" John Velocity]

.:John is seen eating a thick burger as usual. It seems by looking at him that most of it has missed his mouth and now is on his shirt. He is looking at the screen as it shows what is going down in the ring. John decides after watching it for a few minutes that he wants in on the fun. He heads toward the entrance ramp and his music gets cued. He walks out and hops up into the ring. As he hops a pickle falls out from under one of the buns. He gets tossed a microphone and starts talking:.

[glow=green,2,300]Hey it looks like I am missing out on some fun!![/glow]

.:The crowd cheers as he says the last word:.

[glow=green,2,300]So I heard something about a battle royal maybe?? So I want in.[/glow]

.:John lowers the microphone and takes a bite of his thick burger as he waits for an answer:.

[Kasino Royale]

+Kasino glances around the ring at the motley crew assembled before him. A smile comes over his face as he makes his way towards the ropes while speaking to them all...+

Nice , nice. Ronald McDonald makes it official. Let's get it crackin' bitches and uh before I forget?...

+The big man steps over the ropes, a few seconds passing before his feet touch the floor of the arena again. He starts his way up the entrance ramp, smile on his face as he turns to face the ring once again while backpedaling...adding...+

Oh and I forgot to mention I think. This isn't gonna be like the last Roulette Royal. Nah...A little bit more brutal people. This one? Steel walls all around bitches. Hell...In a Cell...Roulette Remix chumps, so bring your A game. Ha!!!....

+Just at that moment the big man's music cues up once again, as he raises both arms above his head seeing that indeed this was going to be a interesting night as far as the competition level. That sinister smile remained on his face as he finally turned and made his exit through the entrance curtain, vanishing and leaving the victims for the night in the ring to think over the last bit spoken by him. Once again wool over their eyes...Wool over their eyes...+

FAMILIA BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!