a CRACKed World Title?(O2Crack ONLY)

[Joe Bruiser]

Eye of the Tiger hits over the arena and Joe Bruiser comes out onto the stage in front of the fans. He taunts as the scream his name. Joe then makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where he taunts a little before receiving a Mic.

[glow=blue,2,300]As you all know it is that time again, that time is the Monthly APW PPV. I come into this PPV as the your WORLD CHAMPION. I need a challenger FOR that World Title. Now, the man that I have in mind is a man that in MY MIND has earned this shot over EVERYONE else in the APW. Why do I say that? This guy just keeps over coming the odds TIME after TIME. How? I have no idea, I have beaten this guy TWICE already. But none the less he has surprised me the most this season. You guys see the Triple Threat that he was in? He was up against Skullface and some Media fellow. Both men are over 7 FOOT TALL. Crack is like barely 6 foot tall guys. How fair was that? About as fair as everything in the APW, and we know how fair that is. [/glow]

Joe pauses.

[glow=blue,2,300]This guy BEAT them both in that Triple Threat. How? Possum pin. Thats right a POSSUM PIN, you do what you got to do when you the odds are stacked against you. Most of us would of got our ass kicked and lost. But not this guy, this guy, he knew he was BETTER then them. This guy, he knew he could BEAT them. This guy, he knew he is considered one of THE BEST in the APW. SOOOOOOOOO DAMN HARD for me to say that. Why? You ask? Well, he just so happens to be good freinds with one of my ENEMIES 187.[/glow]

Fans cheer.

[glow=blue,2,300]He goes by the name of a DRUG, hell he probably does them for all I know. Ladies and Gentlemen, JAY CRACK!!![/glow]

Crowd cheers.

[glow=blue,2,300]Come on out here Jay, we need to talk my freind.[/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic waiting to see if Jay will respond.

[Kenisha Williams]

....There's a brief moment of silence. The fans attention turned towards the stage as they awaited the arrival of their Messiah. Then... over the PA system... there's a sound. That sound... was the sound of two hands clapping together. Clapping? Weird. But yes, it's the sound of clapping heard over the PA system for a brief moment. Then... it stops. And out from behind the backstage curtain, comes the man that the World Champion had personally picked out to defend his title against. Jay Crack comes strolling onto the stage. Cheers flooded the arena from the adoring masses in the audience tonight. Glad to see that Jay has been offered the opportunity to become APW World Champion once again. Smirk on his face. Nodding his head. Clapping his hands together as he walked. He stopped once he was halfway down the ramp. Reaching behind his back, he grabbed the microphone that was sticking out of his back pocket. He began to walk again with the microphone. Bringing out his microphone to the front of him, he lifts it up to his lips and proceeds to speak...

"Well, well, well... Seems like we do have ourselves some bright superstars on the roster. I must say, I'm impressed. I'm quite impressed. Someone on the roster does indeed have a brain. First and foremost, I'll clarify with you and the fans for your choice of words... No. I do not use crack nor do I use cocaine. The assumptions of the masses are quite wrong. No matter how many times someone would like to go ahead and say something like that about me, it will never be true. You may now relax, even though I'm sure we all here knew that already."

Finding his way to the side of the ring, he walked up the steel steps and onto the apron. Slowly climbing into the ring and now standing across from the APW World Champion, Joe Bruiser.

"I do believe a "thank you," is in order. So... Here it goes... Thanks. Thanks for risking your own neck out here and risking your own championship against the ONE and ONLY true contender. The only person on the roster that deserves the title shot. I accept the challenge for the World Championship and would be more than happy to lift the weight from your shoulders and carry the championship myself. It had been a long, hard road to get here and you can bet your ass that I'm not done. I'm not done yet. I've gone against the odds time and time again. Most of which I have overcame. My first conquest for the World Championship was unfortunately taken away from me, along with other such opportunities. All of them involving five other people. But... I do find one thing strange. In all those matches, it was you that had pulled the rug out from under me. It was you who just so happened to catch me while I was down and out, and eliminated me from the matches in the past. But... Now we find ourselves in a different situation. No other competitors involved. No one to get in the way. You will have to face me when I'm fresh. I sure hope you have prepared yourself for this. Cause it will be different than our last few encounters in which the situation involved more than just us. I do hope you are prepared Mr. Bruiser. Now... The question I have for you is... What shall this match be? A simple singles match among men to test out our natural ability... Or do you choose another route to go? Choose carefully."

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]First and Foremost id like to thank you Crack for coming out here and confronting me. So no Crack is flowing around in that system of yours?[/glow]

Joe laughs as he speaks again.

[glow=blue,2,300]Just messing with you man, but anyways you are right. Your other chances went into the can of an AMP Energy Drink. I want THIS chance to be going down into a can of BWWUUZZAA Energy Drink.[/glow]

Fans cheer.

[glow=blue,2,300]I do understand Jay that you have Bad Blood for me. That is fine with me, I would probably have that same Bad Blood myself if I were in your shoes. I was the one that sent you to the Pepsi Plant to be poured right down into that AMP. A couple times actually. This time my friend I will repeat what you said before. This situation is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT then our last few meetings. No other competitors involved. No one to get in the way. I will have to face you when your fresh. I sure hope you have prepared yourself for this. Cause it will be different than our last few encounters in which the situation involved more than just us. RIGHT...ON...BABY!!![/glow]

Joe walks around the ring a bit before speaking again.

[glow=blue,2,300]I am more then ready to face you in a ONE on ONE SINGLES MATCH FOR THE APW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.[/glow]

Fans go nuts.

[glow=blue,2,300]My question to you is jay, ARE...YOU...READY?[/glow]

Joe pauses, then speaks again.

[glow=blue,2,300]ARE...YOU...READYYYYYYY?[/glow]

Joe pauses again.

[glow=blue,2,300]AREEEEEEEEE...YOUUUUUUUU...READYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/glow]

The fans get all excited and the FROheads begin to bobble there head as well as Joe. Joe then looks up at Crack.

[glow=blue,2,300]Not NEARLY as good as Michel Buffer but I think he would like that one alot ha ha.[/glow]

Fans laugh along with Joe as he waits for a response.

[Kenisha Williams]

Jay held his free hand over his mouth. Trying to keep back from laughing. Man, this Joe dude was a character. He was quite the character indeed. Shaking his head, he began to lower his hand. Regaining his composure now. He lifted the microphone up and began to respond to the APW World Champion...

"That's just the way I like it. No other fools involved. No weapons. No nothing. Just a fight between myself and my opponent using nothing but skill in order to gain the victory over one another. It's good to see that a champion finally wants to win in a fair fight. Unlike Krametor when he held the belt. He tried any and all ways in order to keep me from taking the belt from him. Unfortunately, he did indeed manage to keep me from taking it from him. But alas, you finally were able to gain the title in the end at the previous pay per view... And our previous encounter."

He paused for a moment before pointing at Joe.

"It's good to know that you're smart and... seem to be wanting to be a fighting champion. The true qualities of what could be a good champion. Too bad for you, I'm going to be cutting your reign short and relieving you of your belt.... Maybe I should start calling it my belt? Yeah. I think that's about right. Yeah. My belt. I'll be relieving you of my belt. And you can be sure that I am ready to rumble. You need not worry about how ready I am to face you. It will be very different from the previous match. That is because unlike the last times when you managed to eliminate me after fighting four other people in the ring, you will be facing me at full force. You will be facing fresh Jay Crack and not having to sneak in and scoop up the remains after being tired and beaten. You will have to defeat me on your own. "

[Joe Bruiser]

[glow=blue,2,300]Whoa whoa whoa hold up hold up, your belt? I don't think so my friend. You see, this here......[/glow]

Joe raises the belt up and points at it with the Mic hand.

[glow=blue,2,300]This is MY BELT JAY, don't get to cocky now. That gets you nowhere in this FRO that we live in. [/glow]

Joe laughs a bit.

[glow=blue,2,300]I'm already ready to fight Jay, I was BORN ready. I have already became the KING of APW so to say. I am THE MAN here, my memorabilia sells SOOOOOOOOOOO damn much it's not even funny. It is unreal for real. Yours? It sells alot, I give ya that. But it takes alot to dethrone a King. I will not be easy to take down Jay...[/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic for a second, then speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]I wont lie Jay I am worried about facing you. Your style is like NONE that I have faced before. When I first started wrestling I did use alot of high flying moves. But now? I hardly use any. I rarely ever climb that turnbuckle anymore. But you know what? I think you will force me to do so. I will have o switch my styles just to beat you Jay. Where did you get all that training from anyway? Canada? If so that is FROtastic. Canada is one of the best to go train at. I trained and learned down in Miami, lots of hard nosed hard knocking people down there. But I am standing here right now, I never thought I would be here EVER. If I think back ten years ago I was still a boxer looking to go pro. Thats where I imagined myself in ten years. Now? I would HOPE that I can still come out here every week to perform for YOU FANSSSSSSS.[/glow]

Crowd cheers loudly.

[glow=blue,2,300]I hope by then that I will be a Multi World Champion. What about you jay? Where were you ten years ago? Did you expect to be standing here inside this ring with a World Champion? Better yet, did you think that this would be FOR THE WORLD TITLE?[/glow]

Crowd cheers.

[glow=blue,2,300]Where will you hope to be in ten years?[/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic awaiting a response.

[Kenisha Williams]

"Oh... Where do I start? How about... the beginning..."

That smirk on his face grew as he replayed Joe's words in his mind. Boy, did this guy love to talk. Atleast it was better than someone who would silence themselves while they were trying to piece together a match for the fans. That was a plus. He'd give this guy that much.

"Let's see... That there around your waist... That is my belt. You're simply keeping it warm for me. A place holder, if you will. A mere pawn in this game. You may call it cockiness, but I'd rather define my views as being confident. There is a difference between the two. Cockiness and confidence. There is a difference. Don't confuse one for the other now Joe. Now... The moniker that I believe you made up on spot right now and have now been self proclaimed... Is overused, overrated, and well... Simply put... stupid, if you ask me. The King of APW? A King? Is that as high as you are willing to go? Just... a simple King? Now, don't get me wrong here. Some Kings are known for their glory and all that jazz. Other Kings are known for less than honorable events and acts. You my friend... Are on the lower end of the spectrum. Merely becoming the first Triple Crown Champion is indeed a great accomplishment. Yes. I do do my homework. I know of your previous achievement. But just holding three belts and you already consider yourself a King? Wouldn't you say... that's cocky? That's what I'm sensing. That's not confidence radiating off of you my friend. That, is cockiness."

He paused for a moment. Looking out to the fans. Looking for the memorabillia that Joe had claimed to had sold. Funny, he didn't see too much.

"I guess the idea of being a King would be fitting for you though. I mean, here you are. High and mighty on your throne. Spouting off at the mouth about such things as your merchandise being sold. As if your merchandise has anything to do with the matter at hand. Very materialistic, I see. Much like that of a King. Caring more about the wealth that you sustain that about the matter at hand. The war... As I'll put it... The War of Olympus... The great Battle of Olympus... Where myself will be going into battle against you for that precious World Championship. The crowning jewel of this company. But here you are, speaking about memorabillia. As if that really matters right now... Tsk, tsk... What else was there?"

Pausing briefly again before snapping his fingers and nodding his head.

"You mentioned that you are worried about facing me tonight. You're scared of Jay Crack, as well as you should be Joe. Be afraid Joe, be very afraid. You see... You're not going into the ring with another Joe Schmo. No. No sir, you are not. You're going into the ring with The APW Messiah. The man... who SINGLE HANDEDLY... pieced this company back together and SAVED it from the rubble. The rest? They were doing okay. But me...? I'm the single leading force that is driving this company from being in a state of rebuilding... to a state of rising. And rising fast. You mention my ability in the ring. You ask where I learned to fight. Well.. I'm self trained in the art of war, for the most part. I'm not going to take credit for all of it. But I did happen to learn a thing or two from my good friend and your personal arch nemesis Tha Infamous 187. As well as many others... I would have to say... My skills are constantly growing. I'm always getting better. Where do I train? I train in the ring. Live. Each and every night when I'm facing a new opponent. When I'm tackling another obstacle. That is my training grounds. And I.... am my own teacher."

Pausing again to point at himself for a moment before lowering his hand.

"And last but not least... Where was I ten years ago? I was fourteen. I was in school. Barely passing, but managing quite well for myself. I was helping bring money into the house since my bitch of a father got his panties in a bunch and dipped out. Leaving myself, and my two sisters, and my mother... All alone. To fend for ourselves. That is what I was doing ten years ago in Compton, Los Angeles, California at the age of fourteen. And in present day... Where do I see myself in ten years from this day? The top of the world. Top of the food chain. That isn't a prediction my friend... That... is a guarantee."

Might as well call this an interview than a challenge for the World Championship, but fuck it... The questions were posed. He just answered them.