Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 5, 2008 22:41:43 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'
It's that time again niggas! Making his second appearance on tonight's show. He had to grab himself a match anyways. All eyes on the stage as that familiar music invades the airwaves from the PA system. The M.V.P. balloon tent blown up on stage. Pushing through the flaps and smoke, came The APW Messiah Jay Crack. Blunt in mouth, dressed in his ring gear, ready to bust another nigga dome piece. Walking out onto the stage, he looked out to his adoring fans as he took a drag from his blunt. Lifting a hand up to his mouth, he pulled the blunt from his lips and blew a cloud of smoke up into the air. Smoking? On public television? You damn right. Like anyone could tell Jay otherwise? Like anyone could stop him? He could beat the case with ease. Crooked cops anyone? Anyways... Back to the matter at hand... He placed the blunt back in his mouth and started to head down the ramp for the ring.
Pointing out to the cheering masses when he saw a home made sign with such phrases as "CRACK IS GOD!" "SAVE US CRACK!" "THE MESSIAH IS HERE".... and so on... and so forth. Things like that just brought a smirk to Jay's face. The praise from the masses just gave him that warm fuzzy feeling. Shaking his head. A small laugh to himself as he continued to come down the ramp. He extended his hands out to meet those fortunate enough to be at the front rows. Slapping high fives with the fans on the right, before making his way to the left. Catching high fives until he made it to the steel steps on the ring. Walking up those steel steps, he got onto the ring apron and into the ring. In the ring, that quick run to the ropes before coming back to a slow halt again. Drop down. Slap the mat. Stand up. And hold your hands out to look at the cheering fans. Turning around to face the other fans, he reached around behind his back and grabbed the microphone sticking out of his back pocket. Lifting his free hand up to motion for his music to be cut, while at the same time he would pull the blunt from his lips. Blowing the smoke into the air, the music was cut and Jay slowly lifted the microphone to his lips. Time to get the party started...
"What it is niggas? It's the Messiah bitches. Back in the ring... Once again! Hahahahaha... Time for me to proceed... in giving you what you need. Now... I know you seen me out here earlier... Introducing you to my nigga Dante Atlas and grabbing him a match to get him a good start.... But hey... I almost forgot... What about me? What about the nigga Jay? Don't I deserve a match too?"
He paused for a moment as the fans began to cheer. Nodding his head, that smirk returning.
"I know right? Anyways... That's what I'm here for. Tossing an open challenge to any of you niggas in the back... But check it... I'm here for something... A little different. You want to know what I mean? I'm talking about switching up the kind of match I want here tonight. Not talking about throwing a cage into the mix... Not saying let's throw some weapons into the mix... Nah. Nothing like that. You want to know what I want? I will face any two members in the locker room area that's looking to scrap with the nigga Jay Crack. That's right. You heard me correctly. I want TWO members of the roster. Don't matter if you are a legit tag team or not. I want TWO people. TWO members to come out here and face me. Tag team or not... I'll handle any two niggas at the same time."
Pausing for a moment. He seen the crowd was kind of giving a confused reaction. As they should, he had a surprise in store for them.
"Now... You might be asking yourself... What's the catch? Well... There is no catch really. I'm looking for a tag team match against any two APW wrestlers. Don't matter who it is. Don't matter if you are a tag team or not. I will face you two. So.... Who's for it? Who wants to step up to the plate and take on the challenge? I know there's got to be someone out there looking for a fight. Remember... The challenge is for TWO PEOPLE. So... Who's it going to be?"
Jay lowered the microphone. His eyes shifting towards the ramp. Awaiting for people to answer the challenge. He lifted the blunt back to his lips and took a drag from it....
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'
It's that time again niggas! Making his second appearance on tonight's show. He had to grab himself a match anyways. All eyes on the stage as that familiar music invades the airwaves from the PA system. The M.V.P. balloon tent blown up on stage. Pushing through the flaps and smoke, came The APW Messiah Jay Crack. Blunt in mouth, dressed in his ring gear, ready to bust another nigga dome piece. Walking out onto the stage, he looked out to his adoring fans as he took a drag from his blunt. Lifting a hand up to his mouth, he pulled the blunt from his lips and blew a cloud of smoke up into the air. Smoking? On public television? You damn right. Like anyone could tell Jay otherwise? Like anyone could stop him? He could beat the case with ease. Crooked cops anyone? Anyways... Back to the matter at hand... He placed the blunt back in his mouth and started to head down the ramp for the ring.
Pointing out to the cheering masses when he saw a home made sign with such phrases as "CRACK IS GOD!" "SAVE US CRACK!" "THE MESSIAH IS HERE".... and so on... and so forth. Things like that just brought a smirk to Jay's face. The praise from the masses just gave him that warm fuzzy feeling. Shaking his head. A small laugh to himself as he continued to come down the ramp. He extended his hands out to meet those fortunate enough to be at the front rows. Slapping high fives with the fans on the right, before making his way to the left. Catching high fives until he made it to the steel steps on the ring. Walking up those steel steps, he got onto the ring apron and into the ring. In the ring, that quick run to the ropes before coming back to a slow halt again. Drop down. Slap the mat. Stand up. And hold your hands out to look at the cheering fans. Turning around to face the other fans, he reached around behind his back and grabbed the microphone sticking out of his back pocket. Lifting his free hand up to motion for his music to be cut, while at the same time he would pull the blunt from his lips. Blowing the smoke into the air, the music was cut and Jay slowly lifted the microphone to his lips. Time to get the party started...
"What it is niggas? It's the Messiah bitches. Back in the ring... Once again! Hahahahaha... Time for me to proceed... in giving you what you need. Now... I know you seen me out here earlier... Introducing you to my nigga Dante Atlas and grabbing him a match to get him a good start.... But hey... I almost forgot... What about me? What about the nigga Jay? Don't I deserve a match too?"
He paused for a moment as the fans began to cheer. Nodding his head, that smirk returning.
"I know right? Anyways... That's what I'm here for. Tossing an open challenge to any of you niggas in the back... But check it... I'm here for something... A little different. You want to know what I mean? I'm talking about switching up the kind of match I want here tonight. Not talking about throwing a cage into the mix... Not saying let's throw some weapons into the mix... Nah. Nothing like that. You want to know what I want? I will face any two members in the locker room area that's looking to scrap with the nigga Jay Crack. That's right. You heard me correctly. I want TWO members of the roster. Don't matter if you are a legit tag team or not. I want TWO people. TWO members to come out here and face me. Tag team or not... I'll handle any two niggas at the same time."
Pausing for a moment. He seen the crowd was kind of giving a confused reaction. As they should, he had a surprise in store for them.
"Now... You might be asking yourself... What's the catch? Well... There is no catch really. I'm looking for a tag team match against any two APW wrestlers. Don't matter who it is. Don't matter if you are a tag team or not. I will face you two. So.... Who's for it? Who wants to step up to the plate and take on the challenge? I know there's got to be someone out there looking for a fight. Remember... The challenge is for TWO PEOPLE. So... Who's it going to be?"
Jay lowered the microphone. His eyes shifting towards the ramp. Awaiting for people to answer the challenge. He lifted the blunt back to his lips and took a drag from it....