I'm BACK BABY!!!

[Joe Bruiser]

Eye of the Tiger hits over the arena and the fans go nuts and begin to bobble there BIG and LITTLE FROheads. Joe walks out onto the stage and seems to be more excited then the fans to be at a wrestling show. Joe has been taken some time off from his busy schedule. Joe makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where he receives a mic and speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!![/glow]

Fans go nuts.

[glow=blue,2,300]Hello all my FROheads out there, yes I know the past two weeks have been hard for you guys but I am back. I took some personal time off, yes even us Champions need to have some personal time to ourselves every once in awhile. You know what I did? I went back home to Miami and did nothing but hang out with my buds and drink some alcohol on the prettiest beach that you will ever see...in the United States of America. [/glow]

Fans cheer.

[glow=blue,2,300]You know, I was even going to take one more week off. BUT then I realized that this PPV was going to be MY PAY PER VIEW. The RED...WHITE...and BRUISED.[/glow]

Fans cheer.

[glow=blue,2,300]I said shit man this is named after THE BRUISER FROM DOWN SOUTH IN MIAMI FLORIDA.[/glow]

Fans cheer.

[glow=blue,2,300]With that said THE BRUISER needed to get back into First Gear. SO now onto the TITLE that I hold dearly to my heart. I need a challenger for this here title. Who back there THINKS that they have DONE what they need to do to earn a shot at this title? Who back there THINKS that they KNOW they deserve a title shot? Well, let me tell ya something, FIRST and FOREMOST if you come out here and HAVE YET to do ANYTHING to earn a shot at this title...you will be turned away. And yes I DO know who has done what here in APW. So DON'T think you can trick me here, cause you will NOT. Second note, my go go gadget hair tells me that there is a tournament for the final spot in the Main Event at the end of the year? COUNT ME IN MY FELLOW DUDES AND DOODADS THAT I CALL MY FROHEADS. This BRUISER has ALOT to do ha ha.[/glow]

Joe lowers the mic and waits for someone to come out. Joe has also showed everyone once again why he is the BEST Wrestler in APW.

[Kenisha Williams]

Belly: "They ask me why I do it,
'Cause I fuckin' can,
Ask about me bitch,
I'm the fuckin' man,

Ask about me homie,
I'm the fuckin' man.
All around the world,
I'm the fuckin' man...."

That's the sound of Human Crack in the Flesh. The last of the best. One word to describe him? That's spectacular... YES! The APW Messiah, Jay Crack, pushes his way out of the backstage curtain. Smirk crossing his face as he looked out in the ring to see who was standing out there running his mouth. It was none other than the APW World Champion claiming that he knows what's best for this championship. Taking time off? For personal stuff? Ha. That's hilarious. Walking down the ramp, he slaps high fives with the fans who were fortunate enough to reach over the guard rail. Then he makes his way around to the steel steps and walks up onto the ring apron. Pausing on the apron, he looks out to the screaming fans and nods his head. Yup. Got to love the reaction of screaming fans. Turning back towards the ring, he climbs through the ropes. A quick rush towards the ropes, he bounces off, and then comes back to a slow halt in the middle. Dropping down, he slaps the mat and quickly stands up to his feet. Holding his arms out at his sides and looking out the fan. Met with flash photography. Taking a few steps back, he turned his attention back over to the champion. Waving his hands across his neck to motion for his music to be cut off. Which it didn't take long for them to turn it off. He reached around his back and pulled the microphone sticking out of his pocket. Bringing it back to his front, he looked over at Joe and raised the microphone up. It was time to get the party cracking...

"Wow. Just simply... wow. You leave for a couple of weeks and you come out now... Acting as if everything is all cool... "

Jay simply shakes his head. This champion was a joke.

"You're going to come out here and claim that you can make an evaluation on who deserves a shot at your title... When you've been gone for how many weeks? You've been out of action for how long now Mr. Bruiser? Where do you get off judging who gets a shot at your title? I believe you don't have a choice in the matter on who gets a shot at your title at this point. You're going to have to accept whoever steps up to the plate. And guess what... It's rematch time. You're looking for a challenger for that there APW World Championship... And I'm aiming to step up to that plate and deliver you a challenger. Me."

Pausing for a moment, he holds his arms out at his sides. Then lowering them after a moment. Lifting the microphone back up...

"Unlike our absent champion here, I've come out week after week, and continue to deliver some of the greatest matches that have ever graced a television screen. Doesn't matter if it's in singles competition or if it's in the tag team division, Jay Crack always delivers. Always. And this night will not be any different than any other night... I'm here to give these fans the best damn show they came here for. You wanted a challenger for that title? Here you go. Am I sufficent enough to your standards tonight on who's good enough to face you? Or is my constant work-aholic lifestyle way too much for our absent champion?"

He lowered the microphone and awaits to hear whatever lame excuse that he has to respond with.

[Joe Bruiser]

Joe smiles as he speaks.

[glow=blue,2,300]Are you worthy enough to be my challenger? Well, lets see...you do have the talent. You do seem to know how to wrestle, hummmm hell Ive even faced you before. A couple times that is but none the less you seem to be worthy enough to face The BWWUUZZAA.[/glow]

Joe smiles.

[glow=blue,2,300]WAIT a second...aren't you the one that likes that bay powder shit?[/glow]

Boos and cheers for the champ.

[glow=blue,2,300]Now, I do understand that we all have lives. We all need our breaks as I I just took some time off myself. But we all also have our...SECRETSSSS. Care to explain Jay? Your secret really isn't that much of a secret anymore. It seems to me that the majority of the fans here and us wrestlers backstage wonder why some weird ass black guy comes up every weekend and you guys go somewhere SPECIAL and SECRETIVE. That baby powder is used for Babes Asses my friend. Why the hell would you snort that shit? That kind of thing makes e wonder if you are eligible for my title or not. Cause if you ask me you are eligible for Prison than anything else. Your little friend 187 needs to go back there, oh oh your little friend Ton..I mean Dante Atlas needs to go back to. All of you stupid drug dealers need to learn where your place is in this society.[/glow]

Cheers.

[glow=blue,2,300]Jay my friend, I see ALL of the talent in the world standing here in front of me. I see a FUTURE CHAMPION standing here in front of me. I also see...a FUTURE INMATE standing in front of me. So have you earned your eligibility for this title? Well Mr. Homie G Crack Whore, are you? Or are you just...well...I will save that for later. Have you changed any since the last time we met Jay? [/glow]

Joe waits.....

[glow=blue,2,300]Have ya? If so...SHOW ME.[/glow]

Joe lowers the Mic and fixes his sleeve as he waits for a response.

[Kenisha Williams]

"Hahahaha... Wow. Never heard that one before. Someone actually referring to me as a user of crack cocaine. That's new."

...Jay says, so unenthusiastic at the thought of another recycled jab at his name. Shaking his head as he drew a breath. Sighing slightly, he continued...

"I guess you would know all about that "baby powder," wouldn't you Joe? I mean, come on, you went to Miami of all places in order to take this so-called "break" of yours. Hell, it might even be the place where you reside at. Which isn't much of a shocker, I'd say. Probably looking for your quick fix in Miami, huh? I take it, you're one of them cats who caught the Scarface movie and figured that's where you'd go. I mean, there must be something that kept you going in the boxing industry. It sure doesn't look like it was your looks or your intellect that kept you running. Maybe you needed a little something extra to handle the tolerance for pain. You go to Miami. You ask around town for this "baby powder" that you call it. You find someone. You pay them some of that cash you made from your last bout. They hook you up. You hold onto it for next time. When that next time comes around, you sniff up a couple lines to take off the edge. You shake your head. Energized and feeling froggy. You head out. You box to your hearts content. You feel no pain. You win. You go home. Then you repeat the whole routine again at your next bout until you run out. Now, this is all hypothetically speaking, but the evidence kind of shows how it makes sense. I mean, the red afro? What the hell? Who still does afros now-a-days? Who dyes those afros red besides a clown? Something must've fried that brain of yours. I don't know who told you that was a good idea."

He shrugged his shoulders. Shaking his head in disappointment at Joe.

"You need more proof? Hell, those little moments you find yourself getting so very angry at my longtime friend who passed away recently. I'd suggest you respect the dead before you speak on them again. It wouldn't be pretty. Anyways, you know what I'm talking about Mr. Bruiser. Those moments rage fills your eyes and you scream to high heavens every curse word in the book, and some that you make up on spot in this temper tantrum you've had. History shows you tend to have anger issues at times. Possible side effects from your "baby powder" problem, eh? Being goofy looking, low IQ, and temper tantrums are very good signs something is wrong with you Mr. Bruiser. And, you living in a place such as Miami makes it no surprise on how you act. It's quite funny once you look at the whole puzzle and put the pieces together. How easily they fit into place, I tell ya. It's amazing no one caught this sooner. Perhaps we need to reinforce that drug policy here in APW, eh?"

He raised his eyebrow at Joe. A smirk crossing his lips as he looked at him. Laughing slightly. Jay pressed on...

"I digress though, your drug addiction that you want to project onto me is neither here nor there. No. I won't even go into you speaking on 187. I'll let that slide cause I can understand that you're probably not in a clear and sober mindstate right now. You did mention how you liked to drink back in Miami. Perhaps we have ourselves an alcohol addiction too? And I'm not even going to get into your little comment in which you found it appropriate to mention the color of my skin as if it was some kind of issue. I'm well aware of the racism that runs rampant in the APW locker room. I'm no stranger to that. But we're not here to speak on drug addictions, your racism, or anything like that. No. Tonight we're simply speaking about a rematch between myself and you Mr. Bruiser. A rematch that will decide by the end of the night who is rightfully good enough to hold such a prestigous title like the APW World Championship. You want to know if I've changed? Then all you have to do is sniff another line, get pumped, feel froggy, and leap."