Post by Kenisha Williams on Feb 18, 2008 19:40:50 GMT -4
Rick Ross: Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
That familiar sound invading the ears of the fans of APW coming from the stage. That M.V.P. entrance tent inflating at the sound of Everyday I'm Hustlin' by Rick Ross. Pushing through the entrance flaps, coming through a cloud of smoke, Jay Crack comes walking out onto the stage. The fans cheering on sight. Nodding his head. Smirk on his face. That's whatcha gotta call love from the fans. Cheering the second they see you come out. He comes walking down the ramp. Reaching out to the crowd. Slapping high fives with the fans that reached out to him. He then walked around to the side of the ring. Stepping up onto the steel steps. Walking across the ring apron, he climbs through the ropes into the ring. Stepping into the ring. He took a run toward the other end of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, he comes to a slow stop in the middle of the ring. Bending down and slapping the mat. Then he stood up and held his arms up in the air. Nodding his head. Laughing to himself. The flashes circled the ring from the cameras in the audience. He took a few steps back. Reaching around behind his back. He grabbed onto a microphone he had sticking out the back pocket of his pants. Pulling it from his pocket and bringing it out to the front of him, he used his free hand to motion across his neck. Cueing for his music to be cut off. Which it didn't take long for them to cut it. He stopped in the middle of the ring. Looking out to the stage. He lifted the microphone up to his lips and it was time for business...
"What is up Toronto?!"
The fans begin to cheer at the sound of that. Gotta love it when someone mentions the hometown.
"That's what I thought. Now... I ain't going to come out here and waist any time. I'm going to cut straight to the chase. You know what? This company seems to be pretty damn dead. It seems like there's barely anything poppin' in this company. Things are getting BORING. Ain't nobody in this company but me keeping this place interesting. Ya know? Am I right folks?"
The fans give a negative reaction. Knowing damn well that Crack was right. This place has grown dull. Barely any excitement going on. Need something to give them a little bang for their buck or they will just stop coming.
"I know, I know. Consider me APW's savior or something. Only person in this company that's worth even watching. Ya know? Anyways.... Look... Open challenge... Plain and simple. Somebody bring their ass out to the ring and accept the challenge. Don't bore us to sleep. Don't come out here with some lackluster snorefest of a intro. Just bring that ass down here to ring. Accept the challenge. Give me some entertainment. Give me something to look forward too. Tired of sitting in the locker room. Falling asleep cause shit is just dull and boring in this company. Come on people. Do I seriously have to be the only person who gets the party crackin'? Come on. Open challenge right here. The baits out there. Come and get some. Come get some."
He lowered the microphone. Waiting for somebody... ANYBODY.... to come out and accept his challenge.
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
That familiar sound invading the ears of the fans of APW coming from the stage. That M.V.P. entrance tent inflating at the sound of Everyday I'm Hustlin' by Rick Ross. Pushing through the entrance flaps, coming through a cloud of smoke, Jay Crack comes walking out onto the stage. The fans cheering on sight. Nodding his head. Smirk on his face. That's whatcha gotta call love from the fans. Cheering the second they see you come out. He comes walking down the ramp. Reaching out to the crowd. Slapping high fives with the fans that reached out to him. He then walked around to the side of the ring. Stepping up onto the steel steps. Walking across the ring apron, he climbs through the ropes into the ring. Stepping into the ring. He took a run toward the other end of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, he comes to a slow stop in the middle of the ring. Bending down and slapping the mat. Then he stood up and held his arms up in the air. Nodding his head. Laughing to himself. The flashes circled the ring from the cameras in the audience. He took a few steps back. Reaching around behind his back. He grabbed onto a microphone he had sticking out the back pocket of his pants. Pulling it from his pocket and bringing it out to the front of him, he used his free hand to motion across his neck. Cueing for his music to be cut off. Which it didn't take long for them to cut it. He stopped in the middle of the ring. Looking out to the stage. He lifted the microphone up to his lips and it was time for business...
"What is up Toronto?!"
The fans begin to cheer at the sound of that. Gotta love it when someone mentions the hometown.
"That's what I thought. Now... I ain't going to come out here and waist any time. I'm going to cut straight to the chase. You know what? This company seems to be pretty damn dead. It seems like there's barely anything poppin' in this company. Things are getting BORING. Ain't nobody in this company but me keeping this place interesting. Ya know? Am I right folks?"
The fans give a negative reaction. Knowing damn well that Crack was right. This place has grown dull. Barely any excitement going on. Need something to give them a little bang for their buck or they will just stop coming.
"I know, I know. Consider me APW's savior or something. Only person in this company that's worth even watching. Ya know? Anyways.... Look... Open challenge... Plain and simple. Somebody bring their ass out to the ring and accept the challenge. Don't bore us to sleep. Don't come out here with some lackluster snorefest of a intro. Just bring that ass down here to ring. Accept the challenge. Give me some entertainment. Give me something to look forward too. Tired of sitting in the locker room. Falling asleep cause shit is just dull and boring in this company. Come on people. Do I seriously have to be the only person who gets the party crackin'? Come on. Open challenge right here. The baits out there. Come and get some. Come get some."
He lowered the microphone. Waiting for somebody... ANYBODY.... to come out and accept his challenge.