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Post by yournightmare on Apr 22, 2008 16:37:58 GMT -4
A delight happening?
Going to be fun?
Heading out there tonight.
Making attention from me. Media
Oh something to see for the people who love to see.
Music plays.
You hear.
I hear.
The crowd hears.
Mixed reaction of lies, and betrayal.
Be scared or not.
I'm in the ring now.
Ready to get someone's attention.
Good evening all.
You have been tuned into APW.
The greatest company on earth.
Because Media has just entered the ring.
About to carry a display of fury, destruction, and an art of beauty someone comes down to this ring, and I just let them have it! Sounds like fun doesn't it!
This would my cue for somebody to save the day, but realize that they were just in the wrong place, and the wrong time! |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 22, 2008 17:54:58 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's the sound of the man known as APW's Messiah.... Instant cheers from the fans whose attention was now turned towards the stage. Out from behind the backstage curtain he came, with a smirk on his face and dressed in his ring gear. Already prepared for whoever it was he was going to choose to face. And it seems someone had already took the pleasure, rather... the mistake... of calling anyone from the backstage area to come out. A slight laughter as he looked at the man he pinned in the first MITB tournament round. Shaking his head, he used a hand to motion across his neck. Signaling for his music to be cut. Then reaching around behind him to grab the microphone from his back pocket. Stopping on the stage. His music faded out. He looked out to the adoring masses glad to see that he's arrived. Nodding briefly before bringing the microphone up to his lips. Preparing to speak...
"Gah nigga.... Worst... mic... skills... EVAR... Coming out here and talking about how you're planning on destroying whoever comes down to the ring and accepts your challenge but uhh... Last I checked... You were the victim of such a humiliating loss by yours truly. Which makes me question this false glory you're parading around the ring with. You want someone to make a mistake and accept your challenge? Well... You're going to have to wait for that mistake to happen. For the moment... You're going to have to deal with giving these fans a repeat of the tournament. With myself... your Messiah.... accepting this challenge... and defeating you once again. In hopes to save the fans once again from having to deal with such pathetic... I don't even know what to call it... But you... Such a pathetic.... you."
Pausing for a moment as a roar of cheers arises from the crowd. Nodding his head, he keeps his eyes on Media.
"How about it?"
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Post by yournightmare on Apr 22, 2008 19:14:06 GMT -4
Hey Cracky!
How are you doing?
Good?
Had enough to make your feel good?
You need to worry about who has the worst promo ever? I'll let people who actually made good promos judge that 
K dog?
Understand?
Lets not worry about the past shall we? Can't dwell on that ya know. Focus on the task at hand that you think is easily covered. My glory will reign, and you will feel the mat as I will pound your body in to the ground. Making you suffer. |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 22, 2008 19:37:56 GMT -4
"Ha! Cracky! Where do these kids come up with these names?! Hahahaha. Let's see. I'll slap that on the list along with Crackhead and Mr. Crackhead. Hahahaha. I don't know what to say now. You really got me. Hahaha. You exposed me for who I am now. Hahahaha. Cracky. Wow. Never heard anyone call me a coke fiend before. Whoooo. And mocking me? It's been awhile since I had someone with such a lack of creativity that they'd go to that big of length to make an attempt to hurt my feelings. Hahaha. Thanks. I needed that."
...cue the end of the sarcasm as he shook his head. Recycled insults will get you nowhere in this business. Laughing to himself. He simply looked back at Media and lifted the mic up again...
"Okay, okay. I won't bring up the past and completely humiliate you any further than you're already doing for yourself. I couldn't possibly make you be anymore of an embarrassment then you have already made yourself out to be. I'll leave the past where it's at and just give these people a live replay of what happened. Minus Krametor. I'll simply give the fans another look at what it looks like to see their Messiah take out another heaping pile of trash on the roster and leave em laid out on the mat. Only question is... How are we going to do this? Simple singles or do you feel the need to bring toys into the equation?"
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Post by yournightmare on Apr 23, 2008 8:31:56 GMT -4
Someone got humiliated by you?
You serious?
I didn't that was possible.
Must of been someone who was mentally there.
Yep that was it.
Well don't worry about that sir. I'm smart, and mostly just basically smarter than you!
I am without a shadow of a doubt better than your sorry being life.
Got that cracky?
No need for weapons. That's the chicken way of things. Using weapons.
You don't want to be the dullinator do you?
The big bitch who will do anything, and everything to get a break.
If that is you, I feel sorry for you. No, I actually don't. You aren't special actually.
Just a pawn in my chest game that will cut out of the equation.
Lets do this Cracky.... |
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Post by Kenisha Williams on Apr 23, 2008 14:47:21 GMT -4
"Wow... Just.... wow.... I'm just... astonished... That was... Simply... just... pathetic. I'm going to have to get in touch with the bosses about this. I think what we have here is... such a horrible... sorry... gah... lame excuse for a competitor. This is just sad. I think my I.Q. dropped just listening to that. I'm sorry APW fans... We all just became a tad bit dumber from just listening to this cat. And the bad part about what you just said... is that you actually believe yourself when you tell yourself these things. I'm going to break down what you just said and actually show how much of a fool you truly are...."
Taking a breath, he just sighed. Raising his eyebrow. This dude couldn't be serious, but something told him that this nigga was.
"You tried to tear me down by what I'm assuming was supposed to be saying I can only beat niggas that are slow in the head. But you said... "Must of been someone who was mentally there." Think about that for a second. Someone who WAS mentally there. Don't you mean WAS NOT? Here's another example... "I'm smart, and mostly just basically smarter than you! I am without a shadow of a doubt better than your sorry being life." Now... Hahahaha... That was actually funny to me. You actually think that you're smarter than me. But you speak at the kindergarten level... Or maybe even lower. "...mostly just basically smarter than you." Hahahaha... Even when trying to say that you have higher intelligence, you fail in proving it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't want to make you look ridiculous... But you brought it on yourself."
Jay just shrugged his shoulders. Shaking his head. Man, this Media dude was a sad case.
"Anyways... No. I'm nothing like Krametor. You should do some research. Or else you would know by now that I prefer having no weapons involved in my matches, but then again... I've got to remember who I'm talking to now. Oh well. As you so simply put it. Let's do this."
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