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Post by King Vegas on Sept 27, 2007 11:13:26 GMT -4
BITCH!!! The opening notes of The Diplomats featuring The Game's "Certified Gangstas" blast from the PA system inside of the arena that was to be the battle ground for the forthcoming final showcase of APW talent, Game Over. The fans instantly in a frenzy as through the curtains stepped the current and most prolific and charismatic APW World Champion TO DATE!...His Majesty...The Pinnacle of Perfection...King...Vegas
Within seconds of the crowd laying their eyes upon THE true champion of the promotion that is Action Packed Wrestling, through the curtains stepped his long time associate...The heart of the Familia as well as a former champion himself...Tha Infamous 187. The crowd's reaction only increased in efforts as the man made his presence known as well, His Majesty already making his trek towards the squared circle for tonight's "event".
Both men proceed, devious facial expressions in place as the APW faithful undoubtedly in the know of the Familia's coming sabbatical, shown an unexpected show of respect and...Appreciation to the duo. Almost shaking the rafters to the very foundation of the building it seemed, the scene was truly surreal in all aspects. Within moments His Majesty had arrived at the point of destination, slowly and methodically climbing the ring steps with the growing smile on his face shining as bright as ever it seemed. Stepping through the ropes just as Mr. Taylor had found himself doing the same seconds later. Finally the King stepped through the ropes, switching the placing of the APW World Championship to his opposite shoulder as he clasped the microphone in the hand of his outstretching arm, pausing in the center of the ring, gazing out over the sea of APW faithful present on this night. Waiting for his Familia brethren to fully enter the ring, after a few brief taunts to the awaiting audience, the smile on the face of His Majesty dissipates slowly, knowing that business was in need of being taken care of immediately...Raising the microphone...He began...It has been stated time and time again...That all...GREAT...Things come to an end...*Ahem*...It has also been stated time and time again that...Some things encountered or witnessed in the make up of this sport my brethren and I sought to galvanize more than one year ago...Are once in a lifetime events...And occurences...A brief moment of pause and reflection from His Majesty, lowering the microphone to his side as the fans have undoubtedly realized just where the King was headed with this current dialog...Smiling in the direction of his Familia brother behind his trademark dark tinted eyewear, he continues as the microphone is raised slowly to his lips once more...The Familia...Is one such instant ladies and gentlemen. We have time and time again...SHOWN YOU all...As well as the ladies and gentlemen in the backstage area as of this very moment. As well as the ladies and gentlemen populating every other conceived and dying federation spanning the globe. As well as all of you...Doubters present here tonight...That what the Familia stands for...What the Familia does night in and night out...That we are THE driving force behind this very industry. That we ARE...The only deciding factor in taking this sport to new heights never thought to be possible to reach. And that without a doubt...We ARE the prime reason you ALL...Tune in...Week in and week out.
That being said...My brethren and I have decided that...If we are to take this forthcoming sabbatical? Then why not...Go out in...Style if you will. Why not...Showcase the un matched talent that resides in the faction that has come to be known as the Familia and teach one last lesson to those who have chosen to oppose our "family"...Foolishly...Once again...The smirk once again appearing on the face of the man who would be King, the microphone is lowered for a brief moment, taking in the audiences reaction to his words. Moments later his arm outstretches towards Mr. Taylor...The microphone being passed along and only seconds later the man known to the world as Tha Infamous 187 speaks... |
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 27, 2007 18:02:21 GMT -4
Tha Infamous 187 recieves the microphone and a smirk crosses his face. He looks out to the cheering fan. This was going to be his last day in APW before he steps out of the lime light. He had to give the fans what they came here to see. He was going to make sure that this show, this time he had here tonight, was going to be a night to remember. He shook his head as he slowly raised that microphone up to his lips. 187 begins to speak...
"Now I know whatcha people are thinkin'... Who would be stupid enough to go ahead and challenge 'Da Familia...? Who in 'da world just happen to be one of 'da dumbest couple of f**kin' morons in 'da universe who would even attempt to take on 'da most dominant family in 'da bidness...? Well... Lemme tell ya... It's a couple of clown lookin' mothaf**kas who just don't know when to die. A couple of mothaf**kas who we beat down ova' on 'da East Coast back in 'da United States last year. And now they're lookin' to get 'dat @$$ stomped 'da f**k out here tonight infront of all you people. These two fools don't know when to quit. They go ahead and dress up like it's Halloween wit' they're clown make-up kits. 'Da two mothaf**kas who went ahead and got themselves some matchin' chest flames just to prove how flamboyant they are. You guys know who it is yet...?"
He pauses for a moment as the fans begin to yell out answers. He laughs to himself as he holds a cupped hand up to one of his ears. Pointing his ear out to the audience as he listened. He then went on to lift the microphone back to his lips and continue...
"You guys give up...? Lemme give ya a couple of hints. One of them was our beloved lipstick wearin' champion at 'da beginnin' of 'da season. 'Da otha' was too f**kin' scared to come outta hidin' until just a few weeks ago. It's not 'dat hard now. You guys gotta know who I'm talkin' 'bout by now. It's none otha' than those fools who call themselve Xtreme Violence. Psycho and his lil' buddy wit' 'da identity crisis Insanity."
The fans react wildly to the sound of who it was that had challenged The Familia. 187 shook his head and laughed to himself once again. He continued.
"I know. Shockin' ain't it? Anotha' couple of fools who've gone against 'Da Fam and got 'dat @$$ mirked awhile back. Now wit' hurt feelings... They wanna come out and get themselves f**ked up again. It don't matta' though. They want beef? They can get it like any otha' mothaf**ka who wanted war wit' 'da best in 'dis bidness. So if you boys want some, come get it. Don't keep 'Da Fam waitin'."
He lowered the microphone from his lips as he looks out to the stage. Awaiting the arrival of a couple of enemies from the looooooong list of people who wanted problems with The Familia.
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Post by ~Travis Tyler~ on Sept 27, 2007 19:07:25 GMT -4
Bodies hits the Pa system as the lights go out. Everyone knew that Psycho was about to make an appearance, but without Insanity? Well, he liked to keep to himself. As he emerged through the curtains, something was different. Couldn't tell what it was, until the lights came on. He didn't have the face paint on. Was this a one time thing? We'll never know....
Yo yo yo. Hows it be? The Familia bitches in the house once again, runnin their mouths. Something seem a lil strange here folks? Nah, not really. Vegas and his coherts always running they mouth.....
The crowd cheers, but they're also confused. Where was the trademark face paint......
Oh...don't worry. This is the only time you'll ever see me like this. Believe that. I just happened to walk through the doors, when a staff member notified me of this here meetin'. Didn't have the time to do my shit....But on the other hand, 187, your ass has never beat me. So what right you even have bein out here? There is only ONE member of this so called family of yours that has beat me....
He points to Vegas....
And he just so happens to be standing right there. One match, and you think you've kicked our asses? HA, best get your shit straight 'partna'. Another thing you need to get straight, is that I hide from NO ONE. The Fam don't scare me, And if you really need to know why it took so long to return....just take a look at this...
A clip from last years deadly plane crash is shown. Bits of the plane spread throughout a 100 yard radius....
Now, lets see either one of you survive that and make a return. Next....You call us clowns? I really want to know who came up with this shit, cause it's really gettin old. Do you see a rainbow colored fro on top of my head? Do you see a big red nose?Do I wear shoes that are ten times my size? I think not, so cut the shit out. Now as for Shaddix, He'll be out after aw...fuck....
That wasn't suppose to happen. He could tell by the last incounter with these two that Insanity had a flash back....now this is really going to upend the whole situation...
Fuck it...Im tired of playing these games...Insanity, get your ass out here....so we can get this shit over and finished.....
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Post by blaze on Sept 28, 2007 0:40:34 GMT -4
Nothing. No music, no booming voice over the Pa system. Nothing but cold hard silence. Well, save for the thousands of fans in attendance cheering in anticipation of Insanity's arrival. But at this instance in time they meant nothing. No, they were nothing but mere peons. Much like the two currently occupying the ring...
Suddenly, the arena's sound-system booms to life. The intro guitar riff to 'You Wouldn't Know' by Hell Yeah begins to echo throughout said arena. The fans are in a frenzy of course. Even more so when Insanity finally emerges out onto the stage...
Insanity has a Mic already in hand as he breaks the plane between backstage and stage. Yet, he doesn't raise it to his mouth to project his voice when he would begin speaking. Rather, he stares blankly at Psycho. He....didn't look right. No facepaint? It...it was obviously him....or it sounded like him vocal wise...but?....
"Yo....yo....yo? Tell me....you didn't actually say that? What in the blue bloody hell is wrong with you? Did you inhale your facepaint? Give it a few good sniffs? Wipe the white stuff off the end of your nose when your done? Is that it? Is that why your not wearing your trademark look? Seriously bro, you damn well better be higher than a kite coming out here and talking that shit...Hell, your almost degrading yourself down to their level...."
Insanity points down at the two Familia members occupying the ring. He shakes his head disappointedly....
"Its sad what few qualifications you need to be considered a wrestler these days....And even more so, its completely pathetic how little you must accomplish to be worthy of gold...."
Insanity suddenly pauses. Much like the last time these four men encountered each other, a mental image flashes through his head. The man known as Shaddix appears in this vision once more. This time, he's on the other end of the pin. Vegas has just beaten him to earn his first APW title. Suddenly, the image is gone. Replaced by another image. Its Shaddix, once more being pinned to lose his title...This time, by 187....As Insanity shakes off these thoughts, he gets an eerie feeling that those memories are closer than they seem.
"Eh....What? Oh, right....You see....You two....or actually, your whole little 'group' in general is nothing more than a bunch of nobodies who need someone else around to constantly watch your backs. Notice how you two come out here together...Can't be apart for a single second eh? You drink coffee together? Brush your teeth together when you wake up in the morning? Work together? Dance together? Sleep together? BATHE TOGETHER? Where the hell does it all end?....Oh, thats right...Die together.....and if you boys keep on this current little high and mighty bullshit path your currently on....thats exactly how its gonna be...." |
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Post by fninfamous on Sept 28, 2007 0:58:23 GMT -4
187 raises an eyebrow as he looked at Insanity and shook his head. That smirk crossed his face and proceeds to respond to the two with...
"Wow... Just... wow.... And 'dis comin' from 'da guy wit' a matchin' chest tattoo wit' his boy-toy ova' there. But hey... Maybe it's just me... but uh... Matchin' tats... Sounds kinda gay to me. But I may be wrong. Who knows. Maybe 'dats 'da new thing or all 'da cool kids get matchin' tats. To me... I just don't think it looks right but hey... Whateva' floats ya boat..."
187 shrugged his shoulders as he laughed to himself.
"Anyways... It's about time you showed up. Comin' out here and claimin' 'dat 'Da Fam is a bunch of nobodies? Lemme see if 'dis jogs yo' memory. 'Dis nobody right here..."
187 points to himself.
"Yeah. 'Dis nobody right here was 'da nobody 'dat wiped 'dat mat wit' yo' punk @$$ and snatched a certain piece of gold right from yo' waist. You might not rememba' it but I'm sure a lil' diggin' back in 'dat brain dead head of yo's, you might just find it. Comin' out and talkin' sh*t like you know somethin'. B***h please... I've accomplished mo' in a night 'dat you've accomplished in yo' whole career. Don't believe me? Well then I'ma have to just prove to you both tonight what happens when 'da dead don't stay dead."
187 turns his attention to his brother Vegas. Seeing that he had his hand extended out to him requesting the microphone. He handed the microphone over to his brother so that he could give these two a little piece of his mind.
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Post by King Vegas on Sept 28, 2007 1:10:11 GMT -4
Receiving the microphone from his brother, the smirk that had become the King's trademark once again found it's way to his face. Raising the microphone slowly, he makes eye contact with both men, before responding...
Mr. Shaddix, Mr. Shaddix...*Sigh*...You DO know that IS your REAL name? Or how my good friend Mr. Gunns would refer to it as...Your "government name". Please...Let's stop with the charades once and for all. It's clear to everyone present here tonight that the chances of two ADULT men...Who choose to parade around wearing face paint, baggy pants that went out of style in...Oh I don't know...A few decades ago?...Calling themselves by terms used to describe individuals with insufficient mindstates and expecting my brothers and I?...To actually...Give a damn...You two clearly have to THE sickest jackasses this side of the globe.
And now...Heh Heh...You come out ONE YEAR LATER following the beating WE...Gave you both back in New York and...Your words mirror the ones you spoke...Then...Don't you see? Don't you see what this is clear evidence of? No...No...Not that you two are truly the homosexual psychotic clowns everyone believes you to be. No. That's a given. It means you gentlemen are stuck in time. You're stuck...Back in New York if I'm correct. BUT...BUT...Do not fret gentlemen. Because what that simply means? Is that we can pick...Where we left off. I seem to remember you two bloody and beaten in the center of the ring while my brethren and myself reveled in the scene of two broken down and destroyed soon to be out of a job juggalo's...*Sigh* Ahh...Now those...Those are memories. Care to make more?...
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Post by ~Travis Tyler~ on Sept 28, 2007 3:05:04 GMT -4
Thats what happens when theres uneven teams my friend. Four on two? I really don't think we had a fair chance. But at Game Over, things will be even.
He looks over at Insanity, who seemed to remember more and more....This was not a good thing...not a good one at all...Then turns his attention back to V....
Things are going to change. Real soon. Believe that my friend. Your standing in front of your next tag team champions, and this company is going to see hell. Not that it'll matter much to you, or anybody else for that matter, but APW will see a huge change in the way business is conducted after we wipe the ring clean of your 'Familia' brethren, and it's going to be inside of one of the most prolific matches there has ever been introdused to this company. The Elimination Chamber. So I hope you can gather one of them bitch family memebers by tomorrow night, cause all hells going to break loose my friend, and it's not going to be pretty.....
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Post by King Vegas on Sept 29, 2007 3:04:49 GMT -4
Instantly a raised eyebrow hearing the proposed bout for the coming season finale'...Not surprising, the APW faithfuls reaction was deafening to say the least, as upon hearing of the proposed bout between the long time bitter rivals, they erupted with adulation, as Mr. Taylor and His Majesty both met gazes, both men seemingly always pondering the suggestion...Or more like the declaration...Or war...Allowing for the reactions to subside, His Majesty's smirk returns ten fold, making eye contact with the man whom had spoken the words mere moments ago...
Elimination...Chamber?...I do believe you're referring to the Battle zone my good man, yet we surely can let that one slide for the time being...But...
Quite the proposal you've laid on the table here sir. Quite the proposal indeed. Yet I do believe your partner and yourself should think more on that subject before signing on to a match as brutal as such. We wouldn't want anyone's career to come to a sudden halt now would we?...At least not again. Yet, in the highly unlikely instance that you two STILL insist on being decimated in such a violent environment following?...I'm sure Mr. Taylor will agree that the Familia can certainly oblige...
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Post by ~Travis Tyler~ on Sept 29, 2007 3:14:37 GMT -4
You actually think I would back out of my own proposal? You have got to be kidding me right? I've been to hell and back, so the Familia has no affect on me bro. You can call it the chamber, Battle Zone, Rage in a Cage, or whatever you like, but thats what I offered, and my offer is standing....
Psycho looks over at HIS partner, who never really had much to say. To say the least it might be a good thing on the oppositions part. But none the less, things would surely have to end after Game Over between these long time rivals....
Bring who you like 'aight', cause we have a lil surprise for you boys....and I hope your ready for it by tomorrow night..... |
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Post by King Vegas on Sept 29, 2007 3:33:00 GMT -4
No words were spoken as the crowd continued to scream at the top of their lungs, expressing just how much THEY wished to see the proposed bout between the men in the ring...His Majesty turned his attention first to the fans in question...Then to his Familia brother beside him...The devious smirk on his face was all telling, confirming that indeed the challenge would be accepted for Game Over...So with the slightest of head movements, the King nodded in agreement, causing for yet another rise in the crowds reaction just as the Familia's music once more hit the arena with deafening force. Without hesitation, both Familia members began their backpedaling towards the nearest ring ropes, preparing for departure...Within moments both men found themselves making their way back up the entrance ramp they had made their presence known upon only moments ago, their gazes intently glued to their once again counterparts in battle...And before long just as they had came, they had vanished behind the curtain, leaving at least two of their opponents much to ponder...
-FIN-
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